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gimme-noodles-please · 6 months

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When you’re on your period

characters x afab! reader

—— characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael

content: established relationship, fluffyyy, a little suggestive

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Ayn

he found out by seeing you lying on your couch, hugging your knees to your chest when he came to pick you up for your date

needless to say, he was very concerned and worried

he thought that you had a tummy ache or ate something bad and offered to get medicine for you from the pharmacy. but when you told him it was because of menstrual cramps, you can see him staring at you for a second as the wheels in his head starts to turn before nodding silently.

he does not have experience at all. after all he did not grow up with a mother or any female figure in his childhood (im sorry if it is wrong but it is based off what i can remember) he does not wish to ask his bodyguards about it and neither does he want to ask his father at all.

eventually he searches the web for information and the next day you see him at your door with pads of different sizes (because tbh he does not know which one you needed and ended up buying each type)

he would give in to you easily and avoids teasing you too much, after all he does not want to hurt your feelings on accident knowing that females tend to be more sensitive on their periods. so if you want to aak him to do something that he usually would reject, asking about it while you’re on your period increases your success rate :)

Alkaid

he definitely knows very well as to how to take care of you. i feel like once he starts dating you, he would research more about this. after all he is aware that there are such things as periods but he just wants to know how to take care of you better and attend to your every need

literally he will be on your beck and call. you want to buy pads but your cramps hurts too much to get up? no problem, he will buy it for you. you want ice cream? he will buy an entire tub and bake some brownies to go along with it. you want some cuddles? sure, anything for you

he is always gentle even when you’re off your period but you can tell he tries to be around you more often to offer you support and comfort whenever you need it

he offered to stay over to look after you. you had to convince him each time that you would be fine and it was not that bad since you were used to it

overall he is best boyfriend material <3

Lars

it is like the switch in him flips. you think he is like a golden retriever in some way before? well, he is even more like one now

he still teases you a little but whenever you give him a glare, he immediately shuts up

dude is rich and would offer to buy anything you need no matter how expensive it is. and he might splurge a little too much…

once you realised you ran out of pads while you were on your period and asked him to help you buy some. and guess what he did? instead of buying two or three like most people, he bought twenty of them. plus they were in different sizes and brands, some brands were more on the higher end that you tend to avoid buying in order to stay within your budget.

he spoils you too. he is pretty knowledgeable about how to take care of you when you are on your period. and maybe a little too much.

there was another time when your cramps were so bad he got quite worried. but instead of buying painkillers for you, he suggested to make love, claiming that it is a way to elevate the pain. (it is true though, according to google) he said that while wiggling his eyebrows, making you pout and smack him on the shoulder with your face red, telling him not to be silly, though the offer sounded rather tempting-

even if you were to accept it, he is good with it because he does not find it icky at all

Clarence

someone as studious as he is definitely would know what a woman experiences when she is on her period. he reads up even more about it when he starts dating you so he can take care of you better!

he would try to make time for you out of his busy schedule, after all being the student council president and having to study is not an easy task. he feels bad whenever you feel like you are neglected

he secretly has an app on his phone to track your period. mostly so he knows when to prepare to help you as much as you need him to. like when you are nearing your period, he will remind you to avoid or eat more of a certain food because he read something about how it can aggravate the cramps or help to quickly replenish your blood count

another boyfriend material who will be at your beck and call. though he can’t be by your side 60% of the time, he is always one call away. no matter when it is, he will always pick up his phone for you

sometimes you feel like he is lowkey feels like a mom looking after you lol. you teased him about it and he would sigh with a smile on his face, not taking any of it to heart of course, in fact he accepts it as a compliment, thinking it is your way of saying that he is doing a good job as your boyfriend taking care of you

Cael

by now he had more or less remembered what symptoms you face before your period and how you would be during it.

he was used to all of your mood swings and remained as gentle as always, getting any food you were craving and helping you with getting pads, which of course, he buys the brand you always used of the exact same measurement

he is rather busy, after all he is still an art teacher in the school aside from being your caretaker and well uhm, travelling across the universes to different worlds for whatever purpose he has. but he knows you are able to take care of yourself and does not wish to pamper you too much so you can be more independent.

however if anything were to arise, you can always call him, whenever and wherever.

he still swings by from time to time to check up on you to make sure you are eating well and there is no anomaly with your period or anything.

he is not super worried, after all each time you have your period, he had already prepared everything for you

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v3nusxsky · 7 months

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…..bar beauty part 3??

I need the dateeeee

Thanks xx

Needy 18+

*Authors note~ I’m sorry this is late, schools been kicking my ass and I couldn’t get this to a point I’m happy with it. I’m sorry *

Trigger warnings~ Pregnancy, somo kink aftercare praise body worshiping if you squint? breeding kink thigh riding sex toys birth mommy kink enchanted strap (functional dick tbh)

Prompt~ see aak^^^

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" Yes, with me, I don't want to share you, I don't want you being hurt, when I saw you in Happy Hours I knew I wanted you to be mine. I just wasn't ready to admit it until now, I do really love you darling, and you're all I want." She allowed you moments to collect your thoughts. "A date first?, if all goes well I quit and we give it a go" you concluded causing the redhead to nod and shuffle to cuddle behind you. "Rest here, when your ready I'll drop you home, be ready 7 pm tomorrow for our date my dove." Happy Hours really was the start of something beautiful here, even if it took her too long to realise it.

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Seven in the evening the next day, came around so much quicker than you could ever had imagined. Despite the fact you had the timing of the date, you had absolutely no idea what Leonora had planned for you, yet seeing how she was with you last night made your heart flutter with the possibility of spending forever with her. Your chosen outfit happened to cover all aspects of class. Truly, you were in love with how the outfit gave you confidence and you were even sporting your lucky necklace. At seven on the dot Leonora stood uncharacteristically nervous outside your front door. You'd be lying if you said the sight of her did not take your breath away, the black suit,, crisp white shirt accompanied with silver chains and her signature cane. "Are you ready my dove?" she murmured before placing a sweet kiss to your hand. "Lead the way Leo" you giggled at felling suck love and tenderness from such a simple gesture.

The first date being just as magical as the night you both met, you couldn't think of anything more you than a beautiful picnic in the park with some stargazing before taking a stroll with one an other. Leonora even went as far to secure your favorite desert as a surprise. A perfect first date, thoughtful, well planned and magical in every sense of the word. You didn't want the night to end, but to do things properly this was how this had to be. With a sweet kiss the red head bid you goodnight with plans to embark on a second date. You would be lying if you didn't swoon after closing the door. The future with Lesso looking bright. As the dates continued your relationship continues to flourish, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the other aspects of a relationship. No, in fact you both enjoyed them even more now there was the emotional connection.

"Leo please" you whined, squirming under your read headed lovers touch. Something you'd discovered recently about your girlfriend is her love of teasing you. Torturing you with small affectionate gestures that drove you insane with need. She seemed to particularly enjoy them when you were both in the public eye. "Please what sweetheart? Do you need mommy sweet girl?" She flirted back with her signature smirk, her fingers mindlessly playing with her sliver chains. She claimed it was a comfort action, but you knew it was just because it drew your attention to her hands, and in turn the many times they've made you scream would flutter through your mind, only adding to your neediness.

Some time later you both arrived back at Leonora's place and well it didn't go to plan, the long drive back had you passed out in the car, so the redhead carried you back into the building and immediately got both of you ready and into bed. A peaceful night sleep was definitely on the cards for you both. Until it wasn't.

Leonora was awoken to an unusual warmth on her thigh, immediately she searched through the darkness to find the source. And boy was she glad it was you. Eyes screwed shut as your mind your sex dream and your body only trying to receive what it so desperately needed. The poor redheads thigh was now being suffocated between your own plushy thighs as you attempted to get yourself off, only to struggle. Pathetic, needy whimpers fell freely from your parted lips as you couldn't quite get of the edge. No. You needed her. And now she was up, why on earth would she deny you.

Lesso pressed her thight towards your centre to aid your efforts while her hands soon found your beautiful breasts, tugging and grabbing at them. Yet you remained stuck in dreamland. "Oh dove, you're so helpless, it's okay mommy can help you" she murmured to your slumbering form. From there she used her magic to rid you both of your clothing, her hips now adorning her new favourite cock. She enchanted it to be a fully functional penis, meaning her dreams of breeding you could finally come true. Children has always been something you've wanted and many a time you have expressed wanting them with her. So she would be a terrible girlfriend to ignore that.

Your glistening centre was practically begging for it, fluttering around nothing as you whimpered for something, anything just needing her. "Mommy" you whimpered even going as far to pout in your sleep. "Mommy is here sweetheart, god look at you begging me while asleep. Just need mommy to use this perfect body mm? It's all mine, it's about time I finally claim it" she mumbled mainly to her self, after all how much were you aware of as you were sleeping?

The feeling of fullness awoke you with a gasp, "mommy? What?" You blinked desperately wishing this isn't a dream before you felt her cock push just that little bit deeper, enough to have your eyes rolling back your head with a happily mewl. "That's it sweetheart, you take me so well, you're so perfect darling. My perfect dove. Just made for mommy aren't you? Such a pretty girl" her praises spurring on your arousal as her thrusts got deeper and harder and her mouth found it's way to sucking hickeys all over your exposed skin. It didn't take much for you to lose control, falling over the edge with a cry of her name all while her cock head bumped your cervix with every thrust. "Gonna fill you up dove. Fuck you're gonna look so beautiful all round and full with our baby, can't wait to get you pregnant. With the way your cunt keeps suffocating mommys cock I won't last dove. Fuck take it like a good cum dump for mommy, take it all sweetheart" she panted before finally getting to full over the edge too, painting your insides with her sticky hot white seed. And even after she road her high, she couldn't help but fuck the cum deeper into your core, mumbling praises and demands to not waste a single drop.

That night you feel asleep on top of her chest, her heart soothing you to sleep after she cleaned you up and got you some water, you were out cold and she wasn't long after, but that night was more than you thought. Two weeks later you didn't get your period, but to be on the safe side you tested anyway, and of course your lover doesn't do anything by halves, no you were pregnant. A perfect mix of you and Lesso would grow inside you for nine months, and to say either of you were ecstatic is a massive understatement.

Through the nine months, you had horrible cravings and mood swings oh and let's not forget your libido was sky high yet she stayed with you through it all. And the birth of your daughter Isla saige you saw the redhead holding the newborn with tears in her eyes, you knew this was forever you'd always be glad for that night at happy hours.

Word count~ 1382

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cerastes · 11 months

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top 5 operators ranked by how much they like frozen pizza

5. Something About Siege Tells Me She Fucking Knows About This. Siege just gives frozen pizza energy and it's quite hard to explain. If you know, you know. 4. Pramanix on the principle that she's like a real ass regular girl besides the whole "besties with God" thing and she doesn't even like the ceremonial part of all of that, you know she's on those TV pizzas watching Red Line on her laptop late into the night. 3. Skadi famously has that one official artwork where she's eating pizza and she also famously has come to adapt far better to the surface world compared to her fellow Hunters, not to mention she was a mercenary for a significant amount of time, probably got real good at being a frozen pizza sommelier. 2. Lappland loves herself some frozen pizza and specially the really really cheap and crappy ones because, as we've come to learn, she HATES Italy Siracusa and hates everything that has to do with Siracusa, so she probably loves Brazilian Pizza and Wrath of Siracusans. Lappland will join the war on phony Siracusan food on the side of phony Siracusan food. 1. Nian and she's the actual grandmaster of frozen pizza, Brazilian Pizza, and something she calls "Yan Pizza" which no one likes, everyone hates, and Yanese Operators attack her with knives and kung fu if she makes a Yanese claim over those pies.

I was also going to put Aak there somewhere but he literally lives with Hung who is an insanely good chef, Lee who is an insanely good chef, and spends time with Jaye who is a professional food guy so likely Aak eats better than you and I. Also Doctor but Doc is not an Operator.

#honeydewsystem

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hawberries · 2 years

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don’t worry he only lost 75 hp

[image is a digital drawing of Lee and Aak sitting on a waiting bench together. Lee looks calm despite the numerous red syringes stuck into every part of him, while Aak averts his gaze nervously, still clutching his gun. Warfarin stands to the side, looking unamused.]

#just felt like the 'oops! shot my dad!' meme was TOO appropriate for these two #arknights #lee #aak #warfarin #fanart

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dsknsk · 1 year

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Operator names (trends)

(any operator will be mentioned only once, even if they fulfill multiple categories)

The 'Why do I need something fancy, lemme just use my name' operators (more are on this list actually)

Saria

Silence

RockRock (Rochelle Rockwell)

Jessica

Fiammetta

Nearl

SilverAsh

Dorothy

Angelina

Franka

Młynar

Morgan

Astgenne

Astesia

Heidi

Ceylon

Ethan

Ines

Jackie

The Warrior Cats operators

(noun/descriptive word + noun, usually nature-based)

Purestream

Cliffheart

Mudrock

Fartooth

Ashlock

Flametail (she has the name of an actual Warrior Cat. he drowned as he fell through the ice)

Wildmane (when spelled as one word)

Highmore

Firewhistle

Beanstalk

Frostleaf

Aciddrop

Blacknight

Windflit

Goldenglow

GreyThroat

Honeyberry

Heavyrain

Pinecone

Stormeye

Firewatch

Skyfire

The operators who let themselves rather be described

Flamebringer

Steward

Scavenger

Executor

Enforcer

Minimalist

Cutter

Perfumer

Passenger

Courier

The colorful operators

Akafuyu (aka = red)

Schwarz

Mint

Indigo

Projekt Red

Qiu Bai (bai = white)

ShiraYuki (shira = white)

Platinum

Luo Xiaohei (hei = black)

Blue Poison

The operators you can build on

Cement

Gravel

Asbestos

The operators with a famous name

Magallan

Saga

Nightingale

Kafka

Mayer

Beehunter (= Beowulf)

These operators think foreign languages are cool, actually

Ling

Chongyue

Leizi

Shaw (xiao)

Waai Fu

Aak

Hung

Ebenholz

Jieyun

Yato

Mizuki

Lee

Lin

La Pluma

Toddifons

Kazemaru

Sussurro

Gitano

Qanipalaat

Saileach

Pozyomka

Zima

Rosa

Istina

Pramanix

Sora

Exusiai

Gnosis

Yato

Noir Corne

The operators at home in the kitchen

Mousse

Vigna (vigna angularis)

Pudding

Paprika

Absinthe

Tequila

Vanilla

Croissant

The musically talented operators

Bagpipe

Horn

Wind Chimes

The operators who mash two words into one

Blemishine

Corroserum

Whisperain

Lunacub

Whislash

Shamare

The operators you can find on the map

Texas

Lappland

Aosta

Matterhorn

Provence

Eyjafjalla

The operators who refer to their origin species

Tuye (means 'camel')

Cardigan

Dobermann

Beagle

Podenco

Tomimi

Durin

Manticore

Bison

Ptilopsis

FEater (= iron-eating beast, aka panda)

Leonhardt

Glaucus

Weedy

The mythological operators

Ifrit

Surtr

Dusk

Nian

Vulcan

Dagda

Indra

Nightmare

Skadi

Sesa

Mostima

Ceobe (= cerberus)

Pallas

The nature-loving operators

Breeze

Chestnut

Lava

Orchid

Quartz

Humus

Bubble

Haze

Meteor

Meteorite

Quercus (= oak)

Reed

Beeswax

Carnelian

Plume

Folinic

Warfarin

Flint

Rosmontis (= rosemary)

Kal'tsit (= calcite)

Mountain

Aurora

Midnight

Hibiscus

Blaze

Mulberry

#arknights #there's way more but please don't remind me of them

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lurick-surana · 17 days

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Tell me more about your Surana *chinhands* I also have a Surana and love hearing about all the Warden things

aaaaa I would love to talk about my boy, fellow Surana player! Suranas are the best <3

I made Lurick when I was younger and took a lot of inspiration from Len Kagamine lmao, he's changed much over the years but has remained my favourite boy. I now make him in any game that lets me create a character so I pretty much always play as him.

He's short, got long blond hair tied into a ponytail, brown eyes that look almost red/orange in certain lighting, and freckles covering his face and arms. I like to describe him as passionate and fiery!

In Dragon Age (the game he was "born" in, technically) he's a young mage, only 17 when he joins the Wardens. He was taken to the Ferelden Circle Tower on his 5th birthday (August 8th) after templars killed his parents. They were a young Dalish couple who had both ran away from their separate clans to raise their child together.

Lurick started showing signs of magic as young as 4 years old. His parents thought they'd be able to live in peace without humans attacking but they were also both mages themselves, so humans in the nearby towns got suspicious and called the templars. There was a big fight that ended badly, and his parents didn't survive.

Lurick's backstory and the fact that he was forced to live in the tower for 12 years made him very bitter and resentful towards templars and other authority, so he lashed out a lot and only had one friend (Jowan). Joining the Wardens was both a curse and the best thing that ever happened to him. He loved the freedom but hated the shorter lifespan and the nightnares that came with it (nightmares were bad enough already as a mage).

He's young so didn't romance anyone. He had a tiny crush on Morrigan but it didn't end up going anywhere. He did do the dark ritual with her though because he was scared of dying. It was pretty traumatic. I don't know where he is now in the Dragon Age universe but I hope he's doing well.

Ok, I'm going to stop now before I go even more overboard but I could talk about Lurick all day. Thank you so much for aaking 💖

#asks #lurick

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aaksees · 7 months

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Hello hello! Can I pretty pretty please get something about Lee hard pining? He's very pretty and i just love the idea of him having a cute crush ♡

Have a lovely day!

VERY SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE AND I FEEL AS IF I DIDNT CAPTURE THIS REQUEST PROPERLY word count: 1.1k ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Lee x gn!reader ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Notes and a coin

The flashes of colors bursting from the screen as a Wuxia fight scene continues to play. Silently you and a certain perro from the LDA were too focused to even give the thought to look around you another look.

As the action got more intense you were at the edge of your seat as you rooted for the character you liked in the show.

"Come on…! Come onnnnn!!!"

"Oy- you two can you tone it down?" The weight beside your seat dipped as you felt something behind.

"Oh! Mr. Lee!" You're focused shifted from the screen to the face of a smiling Lung. The feeling of his tail slightly curling around your waist as Lee boredly smiled at you with his eyes closed.

"I didn't expect you to arrive, I guess I just got so absorbed in watching the show with Hung that I didn't even notice you." A small chuckle leaving your lips, scratching your head along.

Lee still had his closed eyed smile as he chuckled along with you.

You were currently here at the LDA to give an operation notice from the doctor to Mr. Lee but got swept up with Aak's antics leading to Hung getting you out of the feline's fur, even preparing a meal for you and now watching a Wuxia show with him.

"O-oh! Right right! I forgot, I'm supposed to give an operation request to you Mr. Lee, uhm if you don't mind, may we discuss the operation request in your office?" Your voice slightly carrying an embarrassed tone from being found like this.

Lee said nothing as he just smiled, you can't help but wave your hand in front of his snout.

"Terra to Mr. Lee? Terra to Mr. Lee??? Helloooo???"

"A-ah! Ahaha I must've fallen asleep there~ ahem." The lung stood up from his seat, the tail behind you following suit as you stood up as well.

"Oh I suppose you guys are gonna get to work, I'll clean this up then." Hung voiced as he paused the show on the tv. “Yes, thank you again Mr. Hung for accommodating me.” You bowed as Lee waited for you in the corridor as you waved at Hung before walking in Lee's direction.

“Ah wait Mr. Lee, would you mind if I use the bathroom for a bit? I just need to freshen up before the meeting starts.” Lee quips a questioning look towards you. “Now now operator (Name), This isn’t some formal business meeting, you already look good.” “Oh no it’s more of a personal thing, and besides you’re our partner Mr. Lee, I'd want to at least represent Rhodes Island as a respectable figure so please.” Lee let out a laugh, amused by your explanation. “Well now I can't deny you with that explanation. The bathroom’s just the 3rd door down the hallway.” You thanked the Lung before making way to the bathroom.

As Lee saw your figure enter the bathroom, the door shutting, a deep sigh escaped his lips, he was sure his face was burning red if ever he was seen. He’d been watching you ever since he got back from strolling the streets, watching along with Hung. Your little quirks while watching was endearing to him, standing there observing as your face kept painting different emotions.

He didn’t know when it started but to his eyes you’ve become so lovely, so dearly close to his heart. Yet unwarranted fear crept to him, gnawing at him as his doubts crashed underneath those easygoing smiles of his.

Lee unconsciously walked towards the bathroom door, hearing your humming was enough to make his heart skip. The Lung tried to speak but his voice couldn’t even dare to interrupt that angelic humming of yours, with a defeated sigh he only placed his hands in his pocket. As his hands reached for his pockets, he almost forgot that he’d had sticky notes given to him by a kid he helped for directions and strangely gave him sticky notes.

As if getting an idea, Lee grabbed a pen that was also conveniently in his pocket, writing down something on the sticky note, leaving it on the door of the bathroom.

Finally deeming that you were much more presentable than earlier, you stepped out of the bathroom with a satisfied and determined face. Looking around you can’t find Mr. Lee in the corridor. “Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee where-” You notice a sticky note on the bathroom door.

“I’m at the study ;>” You couldn’t help but snicker from the written emoticon. Mr. Lee must’ve written the note to know where he went. Without anymore dilly dallying, you went straight to Mr. Lee’s study.

Nearing the study, you saw another note on the ground and a coin next to it. Picking both up you read the note. “Ahhh I must’ve dropped my lucky special coin, care to return it to me?” “Special lucky coin…?” Why does it suddenly feel like Mr. Lee is playing a trick on me? Disregarding those thoughts, you continued towards his study arriving at the study door, knocking on it before entering. “Mr. Lee what are these notes-”

“I like you-” “Huh…?” “Ah-”

You both stood there dumbfounded as you both processed what happened.

Lee was the first to speak with what you think was a blush on his face. “(Name)! You’re already here-” “What did you say, Mr. Lee?” You spoke, cutting his sentence as you stared at Lee with an intensity he didn’t know you had. “Well- Uh- now now- what I mean to say is-” This was the first time you’ve seen Mr. Lee this flustered, a contrast to his calm and almost smug attitude.

“Agghhhh! Fine fine, I like you alright?” It felt like a damn had been lifted inside Lee’s chest as he said those words.

“Mr. Lee…? You like me…?” You stood dumbfounded as you gripped the sticky note and coin that was on your hands.

“YES! I mean. Yes, I have been liking you for a long time now I suppose… ahaaaa” Lee could only sigh as he rubbed his temples. “Well since this isn’t a secret anymore I have some explaining to do right?” The Lung could only chuckle as he sat down on with a sigh. “You… (Name)... I don’t know when it started but every single time we’ve interacted it feels as if my heart would leap out of my chest, haha sometimes I’d even wonder if I’d become a Feranmut if my heart jumped enough, kidding of course.” Lee carried a look of adoration and affection that you’ve never even seen before. “Mr. Lee-” “Sorry it must be quite uncomfortable talking about this, let’s get on with wo-” “Mr. Lee.” The second time you’ve cut him off. “I… Pffft!” You couldn’t help but start laughing from Mr. Lee’s, what you assume, confession. “I- Ahaha- “ You swore you saw Mr. Lee get a bit offended before laughing along with you. “You like me?” “I do.” “Well, I can’t deny Mr. Lee’s feelings since I… aha… also like Mr. Lee in a romantical context.”

You felt your whole body propel forward, strong hands embracing you.

“Then will you be mine?”

#arknights #arknights x gn reader #arknights x reader #arknights x male reader #arknights x fem reader #Lee x reader #Lee x fem reader #Lee x gn reader #Lee x male reader

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christinered · 9 months

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Happy Labor Day from Coney Island!!!

#christinered #sub for dom domme for all #aggressive redhead #welcome to Brooklyn #happy labor day #coney island Beach #coney island boardwalk #aak for red

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heseipikmin · 1 month

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Thinking about how there are enough Operators in the game to the point where you could theoretically make a TF2Knights Niche out of it...

Scout: Ines/Cantible/Puzzle (Play incredibly fast and annoying. Scout in TF2 is a class for rushing the front early. This time in AK, he's holding off the early rushes), Kafka (Bonk! Atomic Punch)

Soldier: Ashlock, Firewhistle, Horn (Excels at long distance combat with his rocket launcher, and firing it in close quarters is dangerous, at which you'd change to shotgun/melee)

Pyro: Ifrit (Flamethrower), Shaw/Weedy (Airblast)

Demoman: Sesa/W (Create explosives that detonate when enemies walk into them. In Sesa's case, enemies must be perfectly still or must walk into his grenades as they explode in order to work properly, much like an actual Sticky Trap)

Heavy: Tachanka/Jessica the Liberated (Minigun), Gummy (Sandvich), Mountain (Fists)

Engineer: Stainless (Self Explanatory)

Medic: Warfarin/Aak (The Kritzkreig), Silence the Paradigmatic (Ubercharge), Shining/Nightingale (The Vaccinator)

Sniper: Ambriel/Fartooth (The only 2 Deadeyes who can shoot outside of their range)

Spy: Projekt Red/Kirin R Yato/Phantom/Texas the Omertosa/Waai Fu (Kafka and Gravel are moreso built for stalling and tanking respectively while the rest are built for backline assassinations.)

#arknights #tf2 #team fortress 2 #arknights niche #nicheknights

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 5 months

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gratuitous nord demon backstory. following the battle of kastav, 1E392. tw: imprisonment/kidnapping

They hadn't bound her hands. Thank Kyne, thank Tsun, thank Mara, thank dead Shor in the ground, they hadn't bound her hands. Even with the gag forced into her mouth, with her hands free Barfok is not without a voice: she can sign, she can make herself known, even if her protestations are witnessed only by the walls of the dungeon and the back of the half-dead boy they threw down here with her, but oh, by Kyne, by Tsun, by Mara, by dead Shor in the ground, doesn't it make everything better? She flips off her captor when he throws her in and it is utter bliss.

So, hours into being in this dungeon, she sits against the wall, practising her signs the way she used to when Ysmir first taught her how to sign it. Ahg. Aak. Ah. Bah. Bah, ah, rah, fu'u, og, kah. Yo, su, mah, ikh, rah. She finds herself keeping tempo with the dripping water coming from one corner. There's a bucket under the drip, and she realises, slowly, that's the Whiterun men's idea of water for a guest.

Yo, su. It's a slow drip, or she'd go bathe.

She hears a soft groan. Kah, eg, mah, ah.

She's not alone in this prison. Her companion, the boy, proves himself to be a little less than half-dead. He's lying on the ground with his back turned to her, not his fault, just how he landed when they tossed him in. Barfok watches with mild curiosity as he slowly rolls himself onto his back, cranes his neck up, gasping for air. He, too, is gagged. His eyes are closed, his hair is long and only red-ish and plastered to his face with sweat. His breathing comes very shallowly.

He'd lost the battle for them. His first battle, sorry luck, that. He'd been wielding the thu'um and cantering through a Whiterun wheat-field alongside her when they'd speared his horse and he'd gone flying and landed hard on his chest in a way that Barfok was surprised hadn't killed him. No wonder he now gasps like a fish. Su, tah, ug, hag, nah. The wheezy little breath he's making is profoundly annoying.

The dungeon is cold. The floor is hard beneath the sad clumps of rotten hay that line it. Barfok's hands are growing clumsy, so she tucks them into her armpits for warmth.

She settles back against the wall, listening to her fellow Tongue die. It is going to be a long night.

Her fellow Tongue does not die. His lungs learn a way to work despite whatever wreckage lays inside him, and his breathing steadies, and his throat stops its wheezing. After the first night (there's no window, but it feels like a night) he stops moaning in pain. He lies very still in a certain position after that, reluctant to move, but he is breathing deeply, and not moaning in pain.

Their captors realise that as two Tongues of Morrowind they might be worth keeping alive. In the morning they're brought bowls of cold gloopy porridge and glasses of milk. The gag is narrow enough that, with some effort, the porridge and milk can be crammed around it, so Barfok eats inelegantly, smashing porridge through the fabric with lusty grunts of undignified gusto. She's used to being starved, thank Ysmir for his diligent tutorship, and the breaking of a fast never loses its thrill.

The boy half-dead watches her. He's finally opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side to look at her; he has very blue eyes, pretty in his fine features, even bloodshot and puffy-red as they are. Just for fun, Barfok locks eyes with him as she crams fully half of her porridge-coated hand into her mouth around the gag. His eyes narrow, and he looks away from her again, the expression of disgust unmistakeable-- prudish nobility!

Still, she doesn't touch his food. And some time in the supposed afternoon he rises unsteadily, shuffles the cell door, and eats with his hands, just as absent of dignity as she was.

There's an old fire-pit in their cell. In the fire-pit, there is charcoal. Some of the charcoal is in sticks. The sticks are long enough to write with.

Barfok thinks the other Tongue broke his ribs. It's in the way he keeps one arm folded over his chest, his shoulder stiff and raised. He favours one side in movement, holding the left, the one he fell on, very rigid. When he accidentally folds his abdomen he hisses and whimpers and then his breathing gets shallow again. Barfok signs to him, and he clearly understands her, but he never replies. He refuses to move his arm from his side. He lets the pain drive him from conversation.

Drawing, however, he can do. When Barfok sits next to him and writes: 'I am Barfok' on the cell floor in Dovahzul, he leans over awkwardly and writes, beneath it, unsteadily, 'Kema.'

So they talk like that. They just write to each other. There's nothing else to do down here, and he can manage it well enough with one hand. They switch to a wall when they run out of accessible floor. They sit close together so that passing the charcoal is easier.

They write to each other about the battle. They write about Morrowind and Monahven. They talk about Ysmir. They talk about his horse-riding. They talk about her home in Whiterun. They talk about their families, and her massacred hometown, and his assassinated mother. They ponder to each other if they'll be ransomed. They ponder to each other if they'll die.

She makes him laugh, by accident. The way he groans she worries it will kill him again.

There's no window in the cell. After long intervals a guard comes down to give them food-- porridge and milk, or bread soaked in milk. Mushy food that can be eaten around a gag. Not enough to sustain them but enough to prevent immediate death. Despite the cold, Barfok starts to sleep a lot, out of boredom as much as exhaustion. She does the trick she learned on Vvardenfell, where she curls up with her knees squishing her stomach to make it smaller, to make herself feel less hungry. It helps. She doens't have a choice but for it to help.

When she's awake, Kema draws for her.

(That's not his name, she recalls Ysmir using one with more vowels, when planning for that stupid, stupid battle. But she likes the simplicity of Kema. Kah, eg, mah, ah. She's so glad he's in too much pain to write out the extraneous letters.)

Kema is a good artist. He draws her pictures of his childhood home in the elf-land, a marvelous palace with a strange shape. He draws the Queen of that palace, who Barfok finds very beautiful. He draws Monahven, and Barfok stares at it, squints at it, pretends she's looking out of the window in her own childhood home.

Barfok cannot draw. Nonetheless, she tries: she copes his drawings of Monahven, and then adds her own of a stone circle and of a baby goat she once owned. She draws Red Mountain and an implausibly rotund Ysmir with a scraggly beard before it. She draws a bunch of leeks, because it's the only thing she can think of that she knows how it looks.

The drawing of the goat is so bad it makes him laugh again, and then their fun ends, because he goes back to lying very still with his arm bent up.

Later, once he runs out of chapters of his short life, he starts drawing horses. Barfok adds horns to them. Unicorns. A stick-figure Hircine with a spear in the background. He draws guars for her, round fat shapes sharing a banquet of hay. She adds another stick-Hircine, scratching his head in confusion. Did Hircine ever go to Morrowind? He spends a long time drawing a dragon, and Barfok, lying on her belly beside him, adds in a veritable feast for it: homesteads, fleeing figures, hawks, bears, squids, a whole army succumbing to its flames. Lying flat, her stretched-out stomach growls.

A few hours after their fifth meal-- or is it a few days, or a few minutes? Is it weeks? Is it years?-- after their fifth meal, as Barfok is trying to doze, the door is slammed open.

Barfok scrambles to her feet, raising her balled-up fists. A string of drool slips out of the corner of her gag.

There is no meal for her.

Here, instead, is Jarl Olaf in the flesh.

She might have lunged. She balls her fists, she prepares for it. But he, unlike they, has no gag in his mouth. The fus he breathes is not enough to send her flying, not enough to even send her stumbling, but it is a warning nonetheless.

Olaf stands in the doorway and surveys his spoils of war. His gaze on Barfok is so loathsome that she worries she might vomit around her gag. She cannot stop shaking, not with fear but with an animal desire to fling herself upon him, to tear, to rip, to maim, to hurt--

And then he is no longer looking at her. "Kul-se-Chimarvir," breathes Olaf towards his other prisoner. "Son of Chimarvir of Mournhold. No?"

When Barfok turns she sees that Kema is folded up against the back wall of the cell. He is sitting. He has not moved. He glares resignedly at Olaf.

"Perhaps not," drawls Olaf. "Mournhold has refused to ransom you."

Then Olaf turns to Barfok, and he says, "And you. None from Monahven know of you. Who do you belong to?"

Barfok's hands refuse to be unclenched from their fists. She takes several short sharp breaths, as if this will make her bloodlust less. She cannot even think for her own rage.

"How feeble Kjoric has become," drawls Olaf. "The Tongues he sends against me, unwanted children and nobodies. Tell me, at least," he addresses Barfok, "Give me the name of someone who will cough up a few coins for your safe return, won't you?"

Thank Kyne, thank Tsun, thank Mara, thank dead Shor in the ground they've left Barfok's hands unbound.

Barfok flips him off.

Olaf must think she's of some value to somebody out there, because the beating the guards give her is comparatively light. She ends up with a bloodied nose and a swollen lip and a swollen-shut eye and a few big boot-shaped bruises around her stomach, but her bones are pleasantly intact, and she's not coughing up blood, so she feels a smug sense of satisfaction, like she's gotten away with something.

Nonetheless, the aching starts up a while later, and it sets her in a foul mood. So, after she's washed her face the best she can with her filthy sleeves, she lies down in her corner, grumbling under her breath at every little ache. For not the first time she realises how unpleasant the gag is getting in her mouth, crusty and stinking pungently of curdled milk and her own rancid breath. Her clothing is scratchy for the sweat and dust caked into it. Her joints hurt from lying on the hard floor for so long and the beating hasn't distracted from that. At that dark moment, she feels very sorry for herself.

Kema, too, has been lying very still in his corner ever since Olaf's visit. He hadn't even stirred during her beating-- not that she can blame him for that, really. But lying there in the dark she hears him breathing in a weird way. She hears him shuffle around, then gasp in pain, and then he sucks in some hoarse breath, and moves against the ground again. This goes on for quite some time.

He's trying to puncture his own lung. Barfok realises this with a dim disinterest. This thought comes moments before she falls asleep.

Herma-Mora appears to her. She's sitting very still against the wall when the blackness before her blossoms into a thousand emerald eyes. A staring fractal descends upon her, infinity's watchfulness coalescing on a prisoner.

She thinks that he'll have the usual offer: he helps her and her soul wears away a little bit more. But he doesn't say anything. She can't say anything, either.

So she hangs there in a miasma of swamp black and forest green, being blinked at.

After a million years, or three hours, or a minute, or a second-- was she asleep?-- she blinks and he's gone again. The torches have been lit in the hallway again. She wonders if Herma-Mora would pay a ransom for her.

One day, the jailor throws in a blanket, so now Barfok and Kema sleep side by side, Barfok pressed against his back so as not to harm his broken-up front. They don't really talk any more, they've run out of charcoal and he still won't move his arm. Barfok paces around the cell sometimes, and washes daily from the water-bucket, and signs poetry to herself, but Kema seems to have given up. Most of the time he just lies there. He seems to like staring at the old drawings they did together, of the horses and the dragon with its feast. When they wrote to each other, Barfok had offered condolences about his dead horse, and he'd said that he was sad about it, too. Krosis. Geh, Krosis. Men love their horses.

One day Barfok tries looking for more charcoal-- she wants to tell him about the Herma-Mora vision, she wants to confess to someone before she's dragged into Apocrypha the moment they die down here-- but they've used it all up. There's no word for Herma-Mora in Nordic Sign so she's forced to keep the secret.

On a different day, Barfok offers in sign to bathe him. He doesn't agree but he doesn't refuse either, and he doesn't fight when she unbuttons his now-crusty tunic and pulls it aside.

Below the fabric his chest is a tapestry of blue and purple and yellow and black. When he breathes the movement is asynchronous, the two sides of him rise at different times. His eyes are closed and he is breathing very shallowly, as if he's trying not to breathe at all, as if he's willing himself to be elsewhere.

Barfok uses a corner of his the blanket to clean the dirt away from his chin and his neck. It must have been trapped there since the battle, since he fell from his horse. There's even still strands of straw in his hair. He blighted all the wheat in the field. She'd never seen a thu'um like that; she found it-- finds it-- so horrifying it doesn't bear thinking of. But her own stomach remains empty, and she cannot help but feel just the tiniest bit gleeful, at the thought everyone up there will be going as sad and hungry as she is.

Barfok is not the caring sort. After a half-hearted attempt to clean him up, she braids his hair for him instead. He has very long, very pretty hair, and now that it hasn't been washed for a very long time, the colour has gone from flirting-with-blond to a definitive rusty red. Like an old wagon's axle, like the half-eaten blade of the sword her little brother found in the forest once. She puts it in very bad braids and then she leaves him to his sulking, overcome with her own misery.

He looks so dumb in those awful braids. They don't suit him at all. But he falls asleep with a peaceful comforted expression, unaware of the violence she just wrought upon him.

They are sitting on opposite walls and Barfok signs a question to him:

"When we get out, do you want to keep being friends?"

He's holding his arm rigid by his chest, the way he always does. She's surprised he's even sitting up. He's been growing more and more quiet over the past few-- what unit of time are they in, is it the next era already?-- and she thinks he's looking paler, that he's not breathing very well.

She is more surprised when he uncoils both arms and signs back to her:

"If."

The door is thrown open. Barfok had been asleep, and she's barely realised she's conscious again when the jailor barks: "Up."

For some stupid reason Barfok obeys; she's on her feet before she's even fully awake. Flustered with surprise, she flails both hands at the jailor, the universal Nordic sign for "What?"

"You've been ransomed," the jailor tells them. "I'm to take you to Dunmeth pass. Get up, come on, it's a long trip."

There's a drumming in Barfok's ears that she only belatedly realises is her own heart. She signs, "Who?" And then she raps out a series of letters: Yo, su, mah, ikh, rah? And then she signs the symbol for dragons. The symbol for king. She's babbling with her hands before she realises the jailor doesn't read sign.

"On your feet, now," the jailor barks again, and Barfok hears her friend also struggling to his feet. She does not go to help him but she doesn't hear him fall.

Then the jailor is leading them out, and they're walking through the hallway, walking together, walking… out of the cell, up the stairs, out of Oblivion, back into the world of mortals. They're crossing from one plane to another, treading over a billion stars.

Every step hurts. Her muscles feel very weak, the bruises from her beating are groaning with protest. She can hear Kema breathing through his nose in a way that suggests he's fighting back sobs. But the jailor walks before them, leading them boldly out, and he pays no notice to their agonies.

In fact, he's self-absorbed-- he's complaining to himself, though saying it as if he's addressing him. "Primitive heathens," he's spitting, "Imagine leaving your child to languish in an enemy dungeon for a week. A whole week!…"

They make it to Dunmeth pass, though Barfok does not recall the trip. Ysmir is there with the ransom, and the elven Queen is also there, and she is much prettier than she was in the charcoal drawing. And then, like wheels of cheese at a farmer's market, two young prisoners of war are passed off to their loved ones, and they're free, and they're safe, and they're home.

… There's a healer from Kogoruhn who sees to them. There's a special knife to pull away the gags, and there's Barfok, yelling, screaming at the top of her lungs just to get it all out. It's a gleeful sort of screaming, the delighted raucous of a goat kid learning to use its lungs for the first time-- incoherent hollering until Ysmir gives her a gentle slap about the head to shut her up. Then there's food, food, food! There's a cup of very strong flin with some sort of medicine in it, there's a clean tunic to get changed into, there's Ysmir, steady as a rock beside her, beside her, here, here. Barfok babbles through her mouthfuls of food, gleeful to be speaking aloud even more than she is for the nourishment and the rescue. She swears to Kyne, Tsun, Mara, Shor, all she wanted to do was talk. All she wants to do is talk and talk and talk. She's never loved the sound of her own voice so much.

They get on the road as soon as they can. There's a whole caravan that's come for them, carts and soldiers, a small army Ysmir's brought, he doesn't trust the Alessians. There's a second army that Barfok is told belongs to Mournhold. Reveling in her regained voice, Barfok hangs off of Ysmir's arm and chatters to every soldier that comes her way. Ysmir pretends not to approve of this display, but he lets her hold onto his arm, and he's never done that before, so she knows he must be pleased to hear her voice again. Ysmir's arm is terrifically warm.

And finally, after she's talked at Ysmir until her throat sounds like a frog croaking, after her lungs are burning and her head is swimming with flin, Barfok wanders off to find her newfound dungeon friend.

She finds him in a cart in the Mournhold half of the caravan. They've made a bed for him, he's lying in a nest of soft wool blankets and silk sheets. His filthy clothes have been changed for some soft-looking elven robes, and the Queen of Mournhold is sitting near his head, studiously untangling his hair from the horrid braids Barfok had put it in. A healer sits at the other side of him, preparing some pungent mixture to slather on his deformed purple-black chest.

In the light of day he looks closer to death than he had in the dungeon. Barfok even thinks he might be asleep, resting so peacefully in this decadent cart-back bedding. But when the Queen stops her work at Barfok's approach, he opens a single eye. He tilts his head very slightly and stares down at Barfok, half-lidded, his bloodless lips drawn into a thin line.

Barfok is half-drunk from medicated brandy, Barfok has an eye swollen shut from being beaten and is wearing an old ill-fitting tunic from Ysmir. She is not fit for an audience with nobility. She greets them nonetheless.

"Wow." Barfok says. And then, "You look like shit."

Now he opens both eyes, and he raises his head from his pillows to stare down at her.

"I'm Barfok," Barfok follows up, her voice unsteady. "And you're, eh, you're Kema, right?" She feels herself sway a little. "Kema of Mournhold. Yeah. Of Chimarvir."

He blinks very slowly. The Queen who sits behind him looks vaguely unimpressed.

"It's pronounced Chemua," he says, hoarsely. "And you are the most annoying woman I've ever met."

#i'm on a temporary hiatus from the TES fandom while in the throes of a much dumber hyperfixation #but here. drivel from my second dumbest hyperfixation: my awful ocs #this was originally posted on my other acc i'm just putting it here because somehow i still like it

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