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vargaslovinghours · 2 years

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Half a dozen in one (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5)

Oh no the Apotheosis is back and it wants to play, that’s never a good thing

Scriabin is not into it

I wanted to draw King Scriabin but I goofed up the crown so bad lol, at least his face is cute ✨

Pokemon Vargases! From that time that I forgot how to draw their Pokemon versions lol. You have to approach Espeon!Edgar gently, he’s easily spooked

Sylveon!Scriabin is such an attention hog, poor Edgar haha

*puts my feelers around you condescendingly*

Sleeping on each other, always ♥ Even sleeping, they’re still intertwined lightly, Edgar’s hand on Scriabin’s shoulder and Scriabin’s on Edgar’s arm ♪

I had an idea about Scriabin “reading” Edgar’s mind by guessing how he feels about something, but I unfortunately forgot the specifics just as I was writing it down, so frustrating

I do remember that it was something a lot closer to how Scriabin felt about that thing and he was describing how he felt, not just Edgar, but he realized too late

Made him feel isolated :(

Apology hugs 💕

Who wrote this eviction notice, this is a cave?? I just think they turned out really cute here haha ♪

Stop being naked >:0

Don’t wanna get used to it >:(

After all the Father and Daddy puns, I had to lol. Lady!Edgar with her hair down is just so prettyyyyyy

Two mops, makin’ out

For whatever reason, I started a teeny tiny little ScriAnimal series - first up is Scriabat with hand-wings because lol

I was watching a video of someone with their bird who was munching on the inside of their glasses stem haha

Scriabird is here to scream and knock things off the counters

And cutely chew on things

We are stopping this sketchdump for a Jake appreciation minute ♥ Thank you for appreciating Jake, now back to our regularly scheduled programming

A quick and silly digital doodle - waxing via tape is not recommended

Got the urge to draw dragons again, Scriabin needs to settle and Edgar is in protecc mode. His hugs are even harder to escape than normal!

The original sketch for sleepy Edgar - I couldn’t decide whether to use “World’s #1 Dad” or “World’s Best Dad”, so I just used both for the final version lol. Did Todd give it to him? Did Scriabin? Did they both get him nearly-matching mugs??

One of the early drafts for the ‘17 redraw; this was actually all drawn on one layer (on purpose! lol), which was a really fun experiment with some brushes I rarely use. I liked the angle of Edgar’s face too, he looks so smug haha ♪

Tiny Edgar doodle for a quick reference, he’s so cute ♥

I wasn’t kidding when I said it took a while to get Alone Together right, I was this close to giving up and just doing it the easy way several times before finally getting the trick down - I’m glad I didn’t but sheesh!

I started a pretty long mini idea that I managed to get like 90% of the way through before deciding I didn’t like it lol, but there were still some really fun poses and expressions

“What is it?” Light concern Edgar ♥

Probably the most complex panel of the set, as much as I like the leg poses I’m also frustrated by them lol - didn’t help that my page smudged >:P

A little bit of expression practice, the cute thing is Scriabin

I heard it, we all heard it, everybody saw!

Couple’a Scriabins to practice hair differences. I’ve gotten used to making him simultaneously fluffy and sleek like on the left, but I really love a True Floof look too, with many more starts and stops, it’s really fun ♪

Uppies!

Oscillates between “Why” and “You can’t tell me what to do”

Brain baby Weirdly enough, this was actually inspired by a skin-horror idea I had but decided was a little too body-horror-y and so I repurposed it lol

Some goofy matryoshka dolls haha. They remind me of Near’s finger puppets from Death Note somehow hmm

More hair differences, using opposing methods of line directionality while shading and texturing Scriabin’s hair. Pushing up from under gives this really nice line weight; it’s harder to do consistently because I keep wanting to sweep down, but when it works, the shadows fall exactly where they should and it’s lovely ✨ And like I said, pulling down is a lot easier, and because of that I can get these really uniform lines - I prefer the tapered effect, but pulling definitely has its uses and-

Hey wait a minute-

Golden floof ✨ This is actually really hard to see IRL lol

Edgar Warmup to see if my tablet was working properly, didn’t have time to pull up refs so from memory it is!

And that’s February through May again! Lots of silly little things, and a surprising number of scrapped larger ideas hmmm

#💟#Doodles #Sketchdump #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #A short and sweet one this time around #Also wow Nny didn't get any placement this time around - I guess he did show up a big more frequently in normal sets lol #Kind of anyway #Got a few of the classics running around - Apotheosized!Edgar - Lady!Edgar - Snake Charmer #Mostly all regular Vargas stuff tho ♪#And no blood! Wow!#That I Definitely got out of my system in the meantime lol #I think the only ones I didn't talk about as much as I wanted to were the Scriabirds - I actually love drawing birds I just don't very much #They're simultaneously so sleek and fluffy and poofy and goofy! Love birds!#And Scriabin's coat was really fun to draw over wings haha ♪#I really should draw the Vargeons again - ironically the birds turned out way more how they're supposed look lol #I still have a few more longer ideas that I'd like to finish up that didn't quite make the cut for May #I started them in May but it's looking increasingly like they'll be a June+ thing lol #Guess it's yet to be seen on whether or not they'll make the next sketchdump! Since I've jinxed it every time so far haha ♪

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diantimony · 7 months

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9, 10, 12, 15, 25, 26, 30

What are your file name conventions Ah jeez these can either be "The-Hanged-Man-DianeRamic-Tarot-mockup2.psd" with 6-12 metatags for easy searching later, or "himb2.png" with no in-between. I try to give "serious" art descriptive names, and silly art can be anything.

Favorite piece of clothing to draw Ponchos!!! you can see that a lot when I doodle aliens wearing clothes, I just think they're really versatile for a lot of different bodyplans, and can range from being simple to complex depending on what you want to draw. Me drawing so many human ocs with ponchos in middle school absolutely slowed me down in learning how to draw the human form though, haha. Turtlenecks and boots were something I'd pair them with pretty often, so you can call those two a close second and third. God pretty much all my ocs wear boots

Easiest part of body to draw If hair/feathers count it would be that! I like floof. But if it doesn't, wings and tails feel really easy to me, they're so useful as elements to make a cool composition with. If I draw a humanoid without wings it feels like something's missing and there's not enough going on, haha. If we're talking only human body parts, maybe the brow? Might be a weirdly specific one but those are the first thing I go for when I'm just doodling.

Where do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth) Oh at home, for sure, followed much further away by in book shop cafes. Very rarely outdoors or in bustle. Most often it's on my bed, sitting against one of those big back support pillows with my sketchbook , or crouching on the floor over a watercolor taped to a nice flat board. I have tried sitting at desks and don't really like it for freehand drawing.

Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by This one is really interesting because it got brough up at a convention this weekend! My vector work has been compared to Charlie Harper's work several times, and the first time I'd heard of him was well into doing 100+ of my vector critter drawings. I'm glad the question of if he inspired me came up, because his art is really cool, AND full of birds. And it didn't feel like a flippant or derogatory comparison either, anytime he's been mentioned. I have had plenty of weird ones where there might be one coincidental minor similar trait between a work I did and an existing work, but I think every artist gets those.

What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended 2 for this one 1: I once made a genderbend of one of my game show host characters where I zapped him with the twitter ecchi artist beam, and instead of being horrified people liked it because I wasn't strong enough to draw the full effects of the beam. 2: As a joke I drew something for one of those "ergonomic" mousepads people make with anime girls badonkers on them, but with one of my very buff scary monster guy characters (Cerule). I don't know what I was expecting but the enthusiasm was funny I'm not linking either of these here >:)

What piece of yours do you think is underrated This one! It's all digital brushes and a paper texture, but I'm super proud of how close i got it to look like a real crumpled paper with marker bleeding through from the other side. But it looking so much like that might have caused people to overlook it, haha.

#artist ask game

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demonstars · 1 year

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7, 18, and 25 :)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

god just telling stories makes me happy I know i haven't really shared any of those here yet but i love AUs and longish stories because i love to just tell tales like make characters go through their silly little moments and have them discover things about themselves or reaffirm beliefs i just think people and what stories can tell you about people is so Interesting

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

ok so i'll just pluck something from my current wip which is the makeup journey with dream one ummm

In a few minutes, they had covered the matter of how to apply both types of blush, and which one would suit him better. Kindly, Sylvee uses her hands to show how to press the liquid one, teaching him about setting and how it helps to last all day, different to the powder which is meant to be softer than the former, meant for layers. They decide the type of look he’s going for—casual, small touches of pink— would work better with the powdery option, and so at last Sylvee instructs him how to apply it with a brush.

So the first thing is that this fic is actually me expressing some thoughts on how the "getting into makeup at an 'older' age" situation is: one of the firsts struggles is always blush, because blush itself is tricky to pick on! stuff like the amount to apply, the texture, the setting, face shape, intended style etc etc made it hard to pick on for me so i decided to give dream a guiding hand — and i thought it'd be nice to see sylvee walk him through it a bit! i love the way she styles herself and they're quite good friends, so it'd be really really cute. at first this was longer and in the paragraph itself there were more considerations on different makeup types but i decided i didn't actually want to infodump on makeup

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

UM i guess while the idea of dream being neurodivergent is always in my mind (because we're kindred souls a little) i just never talk about it? because. why would i i guess. but again, always on my mind

#THANK U SAPPY :D #sappymix1 #ask game

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stageplaymlp · 2 years

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I think you have a very recognizable way of coloring! I’m not sure what it is, but I can always tell it apart from others based on your line weight (which is usually pretty consistent) and your coloring. Oh, and your expressions are very good too! You’ve a very unique art style and I really like it :]

Ooooooooo! Thank you!

The funny thing is, there are actual physical explanations for some of these! A lot of it being that I like to stick to the same specific art supplies while drawing.

For colours, I use these colour blend spectrum noir pencils, which are pretty bright and give a constant and smooth yet soft texture with how they go down on paper. If you compared different pieces of my recent art (namely my submas drawings) you could probably cross-reference the specific colours I use! I also just really enjoy the range of colours in that set too, I love how saturated and fun they are.

For the line weight, it’s because I use the same fine liners with each drawing (with the exception of the Sacrifice comic, that was ball point pen + highlighters for colour). The pens don’t have brush nibs and I tend to stick to 0.5 generally and 0.3 for smaller details (and sometimes 0.1 if it’s REALLY SMALL), so it does create a fairly consistent line weight! I would like to add more variation, but I haven’t really practiced much with brush nibs yet.

I’m really glad you like the expressions! I’m genuinely proud of some of the ones I draw! I know I don’t always nail them, but to me, expressions can make or break something comedic. Sometimes a joke in a show can be funny purely BECAUSE of the expression it’s paired with. I watched Rise of the TMNT recently and it’s actually really good at this. Funnily, Red vs. Blue, which is one of my main influences with humour, is kinda the opposite, where the IMPLIED expression is what’s funny. Also drawing silly faces brings me much joy, I love being able to push faces for comedic value!

Thank you for your kind words! And also for your analysis! Made me reflect on my art in a way I hadn’t really done before, at least outwardly!

#ask the stage

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leeleebee · 3 years

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I’ve had a few requests for how I do my silly little drawings, so I figured I would share a process video for my most recent doodle!

✨Poorly described process under the cut!✨ I should stress that I am self taught and all of this is just my way of doing things and there are likely way more efficient/ better ways! This is just what works for me!

https://vimeo.com/587827179

vimeo

I guess the basic steps are as follows ~

Find a reference image I like for what I’m going for. This is crucial! My art has improved so much since I started using references! Sometimes I do this using the exact angle as well as the pose, but for things like the Bunks of the GAR I had to do some finagling to imagine the pose from straight on instead of from slightly above. Having a ref of the correct angle makes things much easier though!

Sketch out the positions in a very vague and loose way! Use lights strokes so you can change things easily later.

Go in with more detail, figuring out muscle shapes and hands. Basic face structure.

Refine and clean up! This step takes the longest for me 😵‍💫

Choose a basic color scheme. For this I went with purples and blues. I am HORRIBLE at this. I tend to stick with colors that are close together on the color wheel because I am just awful at it and that feels safe XD. This is where I set the background color to what it will basically be! Important for the next step!

Skin colors! I always do this first since it makes it easier to choose what color clothing etc to choose. Setting the background color first is so important because that will dramatically change how the skin color is perceived.

Panic and choose colors for everything else. A lot of panic involved here XD.

Go in and start basic shading. I’m bad at this so I feel like I shouldn’t be giving too much advice here 😅 I start with the skin and then go from there, doing hair last because it’s fun and I like to save it!

The hair! Oh I’ve had specific questions for this so let me see if I can detail it. First I lay down the basic shape using a pencil brush (or any brush that doesn’t have clean lines, some texture here is nice!). From there I lock the layer (also can do a clipping mask! Most programs have a function like this. I hear maybe Painter does not? PS, Clip, and Procreate all do!). This way you can do some broad shading of the hair. Usually light on top, darker towards the bottom, and around the face for short hair where it’s meeting the scalp. After that I go in with highlighting and low lighting details with the pencil again! If a character has an undercut or fade, I choose the darkest skin color around that area and set my brush to a low opacity and kind of just give them a little fade like I was shaving their head. Heeeeee. It’s cute and fun and I recommend!

Ok! After this it’s time for the more fun lighting! For this soft glowy look I did a little technique I call “I’m a cheater and don’t know how to paint traditionally so I just panic and make my own way” 🤣 I make a new layer over everything, including the line art, and fill with a darker color. Usually a blue or purple. I set that layer to multiply and lower the opacity until I like how dark/light it is. From there I go in with the eraser (I use a brush that is literally called “lightbrush”) and erase where I think the light would hit! That’s it! That’s the last step usually unless I want to add a noise layer, which I didn’t.

Ok so there you have it! I hope any of this made sense and can help! 💙

#my art #art process #art reference #digital art #steela gerrera #captain rex #steela/Rex #Star Wars #TCW #the clone wars #fan art #Vimeo

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olliedollie1204 · 3 years

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The kids are sick. Their parents help.

Pairings: Romantic Anamoceit, Familial Anamoceit with kids Logan, Roman, and Remus.

Word Count: 3,949

Warnings: Brief descriptons of sickness, including fever and vomiting.

this is a sequel fic for my WIP For Future Reference AU (you can find the other parts here on tumblr, and here on AO3)

(Read it here on AO3!)

Being a parent for almost a decade taught you certain things about children. How to comfort them, how to protect them, how to love them unconditionally. How to teach them right from wrong, and how to show them the way the world works, and how to help them grow as happy and healthy human beings.

None of those skills were as helpful as being able to tell when a child was out of bed in the middle of the night.

Janus didn’t know what exactly had woken him up. Maybe it was the creak of a bedroom door. Maybe it was the thumps of a pair of bare feet moving down the stairs. Maybe it was the clumsy sound of a wooden kitchen chair being dragged across a linoleum floor.

Whatever the reason, he found himself suddenly awake, staring at the ceiling as he resigned himself to the fact that one of his kids was absolutely up past bedtime.

He rolled over, only to find Patton already staring back at him.

“Your son is awake.”

Janus closed his eyes again. “Before sunrise, he’s your son.”

On Janus’ other side, Virgil snorted himself awake.

“Too early to quote Disney,” he slurred before blinking awake. “Why is it early.”

“Kid’s awake,” Patton replied.

“All of ‘em?”

“Better not,” Janus said. Patton sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’ll check.” He threw his legs over the bed, dipping the mattress and making Virgil roll into Janus. When he left and the mattress was righted, Virgil didn’t let go.

Janus dragged his eyes over, blinking slowly. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Virgil replied, nuzzling his face into Janus’ shoulder. “How you feelin’?”

“Fine.”

“Fine’s not great.”

“Fine is fine, shut up.”

He fumbled to find Virgil’s hand in the dark, squeezing it tightly. Virgil repeated the gesture before sighing, rolling over even more to shove his face into the pillow.

“You need a new mattress,” his muffled voice said.

“Oh, do we?” Janus replied tiredly. Virgil nodded.

“For your leg.”

“How’s a new mattress gonna help my leg?”

Virgil raised and dropped one shoulder in a weak shrug. “Posture and shit.”

“How clinical,” Janus deadpanned. Virgil turned his head to look at him, his cheek marked with the pillow’s texture.

“It’s three A.M., bite me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Janus replied, then paused. He and Virgil looked at each other for a moment, slow smirks growing on their faces.

“Knock knock!” Patton called, stopping them from moving forward with any biting-related activities; his instincts to warn his partners before entering were correct, because when the two of them turned to the door, all they could make out was the silhouette of Patton with a little one in his arms.

Virgil sat up, switching on the bedside lamp. “Hey, Roman.”

“Hello, darling,” Janus immediately added. The little boy was slumped in Patton’s arms, his cheek resting against his father’s broad chest. His eyes blinked slowly, taking in the sight of his parents on the bed and greeting them with a small wave.

“Hi, Papa, hi, Bibi,” he said softly, his usually bright voice dampened with exhaustion.

Janus made grabby hands as Patton moved closer, shifting the child with ease into his arms. Janus turned him around and began smoothing a hand through his hair, but stopped when the palm of his hand brushed against Roman’s forehead.

He and Virgil’s eyes met at once, just as Patton sighed and nodded.

“Bad news, buckaroos— he’s got a temperature,” Patton said lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed and laying a hand on Roman’s cheek. “Got all the way out of bed to get some water, didn’t you?”

At this, he lifted up the plastic sippy cup he’d been carrying in his other hand. Roman nodded, weakly reaching out from where he sat in Janus’ lap.

“I’m thirsty.”

Janus tutted, pulling his son into his chest and kissing the back of his head.

“I know, poor baby,” he murmured, taking the sippy cup from Patton’s outstretched hand. As he leaned back and began helping Roman drink from the cup, Virgil caught Patton’s eye and gestured his head toward their attached bathroom. Patton nodded, and the two moved away from the bed to reconvene in the bathroom.

“It’s probably the flu,” Patton started as soon as the door was shut, already rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Virgil leaned back against the door and crossed his arms.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Patton said, the fatigue in his voice nearly gone and replaced with concern. “Apparently the whole preschool’s got it.”

“You checked Remus yet?” Virgil asked. Patton shrugged, pulling a bottle up to his eyes so he could squint at the label.

“I’ll stick my head in there— if he’s awake, then yeah, we’ll see,” he confirmed. He turned to Virgil and held up the bottle, the label of the store-brand flu medicine on full display.

Virgil gave a sympathetic wince. “Uh oh.”

“Yep,” Patton replied, smiling in resignation. He moved to open the bottle but Virgil held out a hand to stop him.

“We got it. You check the kids.”

The other man didn’t even protest, merely shooting Virgil a grateful grin and pressing the bottle into his hands.

“Good luck,” he said as he moved past Virgil to push open the door, letting the bathroom light spill into their bedroom.

By now, Roman’s sippy cup was empty and laying discarded on the bedside table, while the child himself was still tucked warmly against Janus’ chest. He was murmuring lowly to Roman as Virgil approached the bed, although his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the bottle concealed in Virgil’s palm.

“Roman?” he said, keeping his voice as gentle as possible. “Bibi and I are gonna get you some medicine, okay?”

Of course, this announcement was met with muted whines and emphatic head shakes from the toddler.

“I don’t want medicine.”

Virgil moved to sit at the foot of the bed, facing Roman as he said, “I know, Romie, but it’ll make you feel better.”

Again Roman shook his head, new tears forming in his eyes. “It’s gross in my mouth.”

“It’s gross, and it’ll make you feel better,” Janus continued gently, moving to stroke Roman’s hair again, but the toddler ducked away from his hand and fought to wriggle out of his lap. Janus let him go immediately, and Roman crawled right away until he was sitting between his parents on the bed.

Virgil and Janus exchanged a sympathetic glance. Roman wasn’t even trying to run away; he was just sitting there, tears dangerously close to spilling over, and his hands picked at the comforter without meaning.

“Roman…” Janus said quietly. Roman looked up at them, just as his exhausted tears began to fall.

“Come here,” Virgil urged gently, pulling Roman into his lap and wrapping his arms around his back. Janus scooted forward, laying a gentle hand on Roman’s head and stroking his hair as he cried.

“Shh, it’s okay, honey,” Virgil whispered, rocking Roman back and forth. “It’s okay. We’ll help you. It’ll make you feel so much better. You feel pretty yucky right now, huh?”

A few seconds passed before Roman pulled his face out of Virgil’s chest, sniffing pitifully. “Uh huh.”

Janus leaned forward to stroke Roman’s cheek.

“The medicine will help you feel good again. We promise, darling.”

There was silence for a few beats. Roman’s quiet cries abated, and he moved to rest his cheek against Virgil’s chest instead.

“Will you take it?” Virgil asked gently. Roman sniffed again, wiping his snotty nose on Virgil’s t-shirt (he has kids, he’s used to it) before nodding.

“Uh huh,” he whimpered. Janus leaned forward to kiss the back of his head.

“That’s very good, angel. Thank you for being so brave.”

Virgil nodded, squeezing Roman tight. “Our brave little Roman.”

He turned Roman around in his lap to face Janus, who was working on pouring the medicine into the cap. The sight of the sickly pink liquid made Roman give a shuddering exhale.

“Hey, Roman, look at this,” Virgil interjected quickly, tapping the bed’s comforter in front of Roman. “What colors can you see here?”

Roman sniffed petulantly at the distraction, but he did drop his teary eyes to the thick fabric.

“Brown,” he mumbled. “Black. White. Green.”

Virgil quirked his head. “Where’s the green?”

Roman reached out and carefully papped his hand onto a specific part of the comforter’s design.

“Flowers,” he whispered. Virgil leaned forward and hummed happily.

“Oh wow, you’re right! Good job, Roman,” he congratulated the toddler, kissing the back of his head.

Janus smiled lovingly, cooing, “Look at how clever you are, finding all the colors on the comforter.”

Roman sniffed again. “It’s ugly.”

Janus paused, raising one eyebrow as Virgil snickered into Roman’s hair.

“I think so, too,” he stage whispered. “I think your daddies need to get new bedsheets, right?”

“First a new mattress, then new bedsheets,” Janus muttered. “You just like to complain.”

“Nuh uh!” Virgil insisted, squeezing Roman again. “Roman agrees with me, right, buddy?”

“Yeah,” Roman responded quietly, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah!” Virgil repeated in a silly voice. “Your daddies’ bed is ugly, isn’t it?”

Roman nodded, more enthusiastic. “Yeah!”

“And they need to get a new bed, don’t they?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay,” Janus interrupted with an amused eyeroll, reaching over to poke Roman’s tummy. “Don’t be snarky, mister.”

Roman smiled up at him, but his smile faded as he saw the tiny cup of medicine in his Papa’s other hand. He tensed in Virgil’s lap.

“This’ll make you feel so much better, Romie, I promise,” Virgil assured quietly as he took the cup from Janus. “We can do it on the count of three.”

After Roman’s nod, he raised the cup to the toddler’s mouth. “One, two… three!”

He pressed it to Roman’s lips, tilting his head back for the three seconds it took to swallow it all.

As soon as he pulled the cup away, Roman gagged loudly and shook his head. “Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh.”

“I know, baby, I know," Virgil immediately jumped in. He wrapped his arms around Roman and rocked him side to side. "You did such a good job. We’re so proud of you.”

He continued to murmur words of encouragement to the toddler while Janus recapped the medicine bottle. He looked up, and the two grownups shared a soft smile over Roman's head.

“Got room for a couple more?”

All three of them turned toward Patton’s voice in the doorway. As expected, he wasn't alone: not only was he holding Remus in his arms, but Logan was there too, standing behind him and a bit to the side.

“Hey, guys," Virgil said, shooting them a pitying smile. "How are you?”

“Logan was throwing up in their bathroom,” Patton informed them without preamble. Logan nodded, looking appropriately miserable as he leaned against the wall.

Patton moved to perch on the end of the bed as he continued, “And Remus was asleep, but then he woke up when I opened his door and his hair was all sweaty and I took his temperature and—”

“And long story short, we got three sick kiddos tonight," Janus finished, putting his hand on Remus' forehead and twisting his mouth in displeasure. He looked to Virgil, who returned his look with a resigned smile.

“Medicine round two?”

It took a couple minutes of rearranging— Remus wanted to switch to sitting in Janus’ lap, and Logan moved to sit next to Virgil, since was very clearly swaying where he stood— but finally Patton was able to pass the medicine cup to Logan. Before he could take a sip, however, Roman reached up to yank at Logan’s shirt sleeve.

“Logi, it’s gross,” he said desperately. “It’s gross, Bibi has to help you drink it.”

Logan scowled, pulling his arm away from his brother’s grasp. “No, he doesn’t.”

"Hey," Janus said lowly in warning, but Virgil was quicker, wrapping his arms tighter around Roman and rocking him slightly.

“Don’t worry, Roman," he assured the child gently. "Logan’s a big kid. He can do it by himself, watch.”

He turned his gaze onto Logan, and Roman did the same, watching with fearful eyes. Logan paused before nodding firmly, throwing his head back and downing the medicine as if the 10-year-old was taking a shot.

“See, Roman?" he said haughtily once he swallowed. "It is not that bad.”

He reached his arm out to pass the medicine cap over to Patton, but before he could pull back Roman grabbed his hand in his own pudgy grip.

“Are you okay?” he pleaded. Logan paused again, and after a moment Virgil saw his expression soften.

“Yeah, Roman," he said softly. "I’m okay.”

That appeasement seemed to temporarily satisfy Roman, but he still craned his body in Virgil’s hold, looking for his twin.

“Remus…” he whined. Virgil shifted then around so they were facing the others, but Remus was already handing the medicine cap back to Patton.

“I am okay, thank you," he informed Roman immediately. Virgil felt Roman relax back into his arms, and Remus did the same, slumping backwards against Janus’ chest.

Patton clicked his tongue.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, leaning forward to brush Remus’ hair back. “You were just trying to sleep.”

Remus nodded, bunching up the hem of Janus’ shirt in his hands. “I’m sleepy.”

“I know, darling,” Janus said softly. “We’re all done now, and we’re gonna get everyone back to bed—”

Remus looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Can I please sleep with you?”

All three grown ups paused. That… was such a loaded question from any child. Yes, their love for their children was endless and forever and knew no bounds, of course— except that the presence of a sickly toddler in their bed might make it hard for them to, you know. Sleep.

“Um—” Janus started, but already Roman was twisting around to look between his parents.

“I wanna— I wanna sleep with you, too!” he said, new tears already forming in his eyes. Remus wasn’t crying like his brother, but he was looking particularly lovable with his well-practiced begging face. Logan stayed silent, but he did slump farther back into the pillows, already struggling to keep his eyes open much longer.

Virgil looked at Janus, and Janus looked at Patton, and Patton made a snap decision.

“Yep,” he decided. “We can all sleep together, so everybody’s gonna have to scooch over.”

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity for the grownups, while the kids stayed in bed in various states of consciousness.

Janus grabbed the kids’ favorite comfort items from their bedrooms— Remus’ baby blanket that was covered in planets and stars, Roman’s favorite stuffed animal (a teal dinosaur named Roary), and Logan’s weighted blanket with the Periodic Tables of Elements displayed on one side.

Patton raided the bathrooms for trash cans, which were placed on either side of the bed (and gosh, please let them get through the rest of the night without anybody else throwing up).

And Virgil returned with extra throw blankets, because he knew that every single member of this family was a big ol’ blanket hog and he wasn’t gonna stand for it.

“Okay, everybody’s gonna have to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!” Patton instructed as the grownups clambered back onto the bed as gently as possible.

“Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze,” Remus echoed softly, squishy his blankie in his hands.

It took a minute, but finally they were in some sort of order that everyone agreed with. The grown ups returned to their original positions of Patton on the outside, Janus in the middle, and Virgil on the other side; however, the twins were now snuggled tightly in the empty spaces between them, and Logan was now taking up the last sliver of mattress space on Virgil’s other side.

“Good job, gang,” Janus said, voice tired but warm. He craned his neck as much as he could. “Lo, you good?”

“Mhmm,” Logan sighed. He was laying on his side, facing away from the rest of the cuddle pile, but he still kept his back pushed against Virgil, feeling for his presence even as he drifted off to sleep.

Virgil met Janus’ eyes and nodded. He nodded back, murmuring, “Good night, everybody. I love you.”

“I love you!” Patton echoed, reaching over to ruffle both Roman’s and Remus’ hair.

“Love you,” Virgil finished.

Remus and Logan stayed silent, somehow already fast asleep. Roman fidgeted for a few more seconds between Patton and Janus before he finally came to rest.

“Good night, Papa, good night, Daddy, good night, Bibi,” he stage-whispered. And then it was quiet.

Well. As quiet as a bedroom with three sleeping children and three exhausted adults could be. There was no way in hell any of them were getting any more sleep tonight, but that didn’t mean they weren’t gonna try.

Virgil turned his head just a bit to rest more comfortably on his pillow, only to find Janus already staring back at him. Janus raised his eyebrows.

“Good?” he whispered.

Virgil shrugged as much as he could. “You need a bigger bed.”

Janus snorted abruptly, making all three children stir. After a few tense beats, Patton raised his head to look at his partners with confusion.

His gaze was met with Janus rolling his eyes. “Bibi thinks he’s funny.”

“Bibi is very funny, thank you,” Virgil interjected. Patton shook his head, smiling in exasperation.

“Tell me in the morning.”

Virgil didn’t know when exactly he’d fallen asleep, so waking up was a bit of a surprise for him.

More surprising was the fact that the bed was significantly emptier than he remembered it. It was colder, too— probably because he wasn’t being cuddled by two feverish children anymore, as well as the fact that somehow, against all laws of physics, he wasn’t being covered by a single blanket.

Blinking blearily, he turned his head, ignoring his cramping neck (when did he get so old) until he saw Janus. His partner was reclining comfortably on the other side of the mattress, rapidly typing on his phone. Virgil watched his profile for several blissful seconds.

Movement on his other side pulled him from his trance, and Virgil turned to see Patton standing in the doorway.

“Morning,” he said with a tender smile. Virgil sat up a bit further as Patton moved to sit on the end of the bed.

“Time is it?”

“Late,” Janus replied from his other side, now looking up from his phone to give Virgil a small smile. “Boys are on the couch watching sick day movies.”

Patton nodded. “We did some PT earlier, but lazybones over here wanted to get back into bed.”

Janus shrugged, unbothered by the correct accusation. “What’s the point of taking a day off work if you don’t lay in bed all day?”

“Maybe preparing to take care of our ailing children for the next who-knows-how-long?” Patton retorted dryly, resignation and concern tingeing his voice. “I really hope this blows over in a day or two.”

“Same,” Janus replied, eyes already back on his phone. “You know I love any excuse to call out, but I’d rather not lose my job over a sick day.”

“I can take some time off!” Virgil said immediately. “If you need to go back to work, either of you, or if you just need some help, I’d have no problem calling out for a couple days, I’ve got lots of sick days stacked up, or— what?”

“Do you like this?”

Virgil blinked, thrown off his rhythm. He tried to focus on the tiny screen Janus had thrust in front of him, but without his glasses or contacts it was nearly impossible.

“Um. Yes?”

Apparently that was the right answer, because Janus hummed in satisfaction. “Good, ‘cause if you’re gonna be using it then I was thinking we’d all go in on it together.”

“Sure,” Virgil said. “Wait. No. I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

Janus held the screen toward him again.

“It’s a new bed frame,” he said simply. “For our new bed.”

“Janus,” Patton interjected in a weirdly scolding tone.

“What?” Janus replied. Patton sighed, but looked at Virgil with an exasperated smile.

“Well, that certainly wasn’t how we were planning on popping that question…” he said. Virgil looked between the two of them.

“I don’t. What. You want me to help you buy a bed?”

Suddenly Janus grabbed his hand, shocking Virgil enough to look at him, but he was already staring directly into Virgil’s eyes.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to help buy our new bed,” he said in a voice that… seemed significant.

“Um,” Virgil responded eloquently. “Yeah. Yeah, of course, no, yeah, I can— yeah, definitely, of course I’ll help out, how much was that one? If that’s the one you want, then yeah, of course, I’ll send you some money—”

“Virgil, do you actually get what he’s asking?” Patton interjected. Virgil paused. He’d thought he did, until he saw Janus’ smile, playful and warm.

“I… don’t think so,” he admitted. Janus quirked an eyebrow.

“Wanna move in?”

A beat of silence. Virgil opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“Oh.”

He nodded once, belatedly, and realized he was still holding Janus’ hand. The realization sent a wave of heat to his cheeks for some reason, but he didn’t let go.

“And,” Patton added, moving forward on the bed and taking Virgil’s other hand, “despite what our partner’s phrasing might imply, you don’t have to say yes. You certainly don’t have to help pay for the bed,” he finished with a faux-stern look at Janus.

Janus shrugged. “Or if you don’t like this one, we can look for other options together—”

“Yes,” Virgil breathed, interrupting Janus. He looked to Patton, then Janus, then back and forth as fast as he could. “Yes.”

Janus paused.

“...Yes, you want to look for other options?”

Patton gave a huff of laughter.

“Oh, you’re both so cute when you’re sleepy,” he muttered before reaching over to pat Janus’ leg. “Virgil said yes to moving in, honeybee.”

Janus looked between his husband and their partner. Virgil nodded.

“Oh,” Janus said. “Great. Fantastic. Swell. I just said swell, I’m really tired, okay?”

The rest of Janus’ rambling was interrupted by Virgil yanking on his arm— maybe a bit too harshly, but fuck, how was he supposed to control himself now?— and wrapping him into a fierce hug. It only took half a second for Janus to reciprocate, squeezing Virgil tightly before the other man launched himself at Patton. Patton caught Virgil with open arms, and as he rocked them both from side to side, he pressed small, fervent kissies to his temple. Then Janus and Patton squeezed hands and shared a quick kiss, before Virgil was thrown into the middle of a three person hug.

Around and around it went for several minutes before they could detach themselves, snickering and beaming all the while.

“Got coffee downstairs,” Patton informed Virgil, giving his hand one more good squeeze before getting up.

“You coming?” Janus asked, joining Patton in the doorway.

“In a minute,” Virgil replied. “I’ll make the bed.”

They smiled at him— bright and warm and wonderful— before leaving their bedroom to join their children downstairs. Virgil looked around him, at the twisted bed sheets, the crumpled comforter, and the extra blankets left behind by their children.

“Swell,” he murmured. He didn’t care that he’d just woken up. He felt like he could lie down right now and sleep in their bed— their bed— for the rest of his life.

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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hey! been feeling a bit down lately (started a new medication and with the quarantine too im hyperconscious abt my weight), would you be able to do a fic with either dettlaff or regis reassuring the reader of their appearance?:) tysm!! -🔮

A/N: Oh babe, I can relate to this so much. I chose Dettlaff for this!

You frowned as you looked down at the red gown pooled at your feet. It wasn’t going past your hips.

You checked to make sure the gown was unlaced completely before trying again. You silently prayed to the gods that the dress would slide up over your hips. You needed this dress to fit! There was a celebration coming up- a party for Geralt’s child surprise -and you needed to be able to wear this gown. It was your favorite, as well as Dettlaff’s. The dark red silk was his favorite, and then the black lace around the bottoms of the sleeves and the bust worked perfectly with Dettlaff’s attire.

You sighed in frustration as the dress refused to go over your hips. You let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror a little closer, paying attention to your hips. Admittedly, you had gotten bigger. Your clothes fit tighter than usual as of late, but you didn’t think you gained that much.

Your stomach twisted up at the thought. What if Dettlaff noticed? What if he was disgusted by the way you looked? Surely he was too much of a gentleman to mention it to you.

As dark thoughts began to invade your mind, you changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of sleeping trousers and one of Dettlaff’s shirts.

You moved out of the bedroom, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself.

Dettlaff sat in his favorite chair in the living room, reading a book. He looked up when he saw you.

“Did you….” He trailed off when you didn’t look in his direction. It was like you had one goal in mind and that was to get to the kitchen. He took note of the frown on your lips and the way a crinkle formed between your brows. “What’s wrong, darling?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

He closed his book to focus on you. You went to retrieve the kettle and put water into it. Then you hung it on the hook over the fire.

“Darling, come sit, please.” He patted his thigh, concerned that you weren’t looking at him.

But still, you shook your head. You retrieved your favorite mug from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. As you waited for the kettle to whistle, you looked down on the empty mug. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your dear husband.

“Y/N.” He murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong, please. Why won’t you come sit on my lap while you wait for the water to heat up?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You mumbled, but he could hear every word perfectly.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I’m afraid I don’t understand. How would you hurt me?”

You let out a heavy sigh, bringing your eyes up to look at the fire in the hearth. Your heart hammered in your chest. You were sure he could hear it.

“Because I’m too big. I’ll hurt you sitting on your lap.” You turned to put your back to him, unable to chance seeing his beautiful blue eyes.

But Dettlaff was behind you before you had a chance to get very far. His hand, though large and rough in texture, gently grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him.

“Why would you ever think such a silly thing?” His deep baritone was soft and gentle, carrying a tone that made you nearly melt right then and there.

You shook your head and tried to look away, to look anywhere but at him. He won’t let you though.

Tears welled in your eyes and poured down your cheeks before you had a chance to stutter out some excuse.

Dettlaff said nothing. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms securely around you. As your shoulders jolted and shook with your pitiful sobs, he held you. His hand found the back of your head, cradling you to his chest.

“Hush, my love.” He kissed the side of your head. “You’re going to make yourself sick getting so worked up.”

Your fingers clutched at his tunic. You were fearful. Fearful that if you let him go, he’d disappear. Fearful that when you pulled away, he’d agree with what you said. Fearful that he’d finally see just how unfit you were for him. Fearful that he’d see all of your flaws.

Dettlaff was patient with you, brushing his fingers over your hair and sometimes kissing just above your ear.

He waited until your sobs had died down, waited for those little hiccups to still. Then he pulled away from you and looked down at you. You tilted your head down, eyes focusing on the moth brooch Regis had given him. You always admired the pin. It was so beautiful, and it perfectly fit Dettlaff.

But the higher vampire wanted to be able to see your eyes. His hands wrapped around your hips and he lifted you up onto the counter. Then he settled between your thighs.

He was silent at first, carefully brushing stray tears from your cheeks and swiping your hair out of your eyes.

“What makes you think you are too big?” He softly asked. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a shaky deep breath in.

“I-I can’t fit my red dress anymore. The one that you like so much. I can’t even get it over my hips, Dettlaff.” You cried quietly, shaking your head. “That’s your favorite dress, and-and I used to think it looked so good on me and fit me so well, but now-now I can’t even get it on!”

“Oh, my dear.” He cupped your face with one large hand, brushing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “It’s just a dress. We can have it tailored to fit you now. There is plenty of time before the celebration to have it fixed. All is not lost.”

“That’s- Dettlaff, that’s not the point.” You breathed out. “I’ve gotten fat and I’m ugly.”

The look that crossed his face made your stomach churn. He was heartbroken. How could you believe you were ugly? To him, you were the most beautiful being he’d ever set eyes on. A masterpiece crafted by the gods. It hurt him to know that you thought so poorly of yourself.

“My darling, your beauty isn’t measured by your weight.”

“How can you think I’m not some fucking cow, Dettlaff?” You didn’t mean to raise your voice at him. You were just frustrated. Was he lying to you? He had to be.

“I happen to think you are perfect.” He whispered, unable to speak much louder. “Yes, you’ve gained weight but you are healthy. You are well. You aren’t any less beautiful because of it.”

His hands found your thighs, fingers curling gently in as if to grip you tight.

“You are absolutely stunning, Y/N. You are an angelic being built perfectly for me.” He leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. “Your thighs, my gods.” He paused for a moment, inhaling deeply. He rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into him.

“There is no feeling I enjoy more in this world than when your thighs are wrapped tightly around me.”

You smiled just a little, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks.

“And your hips, they fit perfectly in my hands.”

“It’s cause you’ve got big hands.” You muttered, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You opened your eyes as he pulled away from you. You met his warm gaze. He wore a little smile of his own.

“Perhaps I have big hands so that I could properly hold you.” He thought out loud. “Perhaps, when the gods were creating me, they had you in mind as my mate. Have you ever thought of that?”

Your lips parted with the thought. What if that was true? It made you warm and tingly to think that he was made specifically for you.

“There is no part of you that I will ever not love with all I have, my dear.” Dettlaff assured you, leaning down to gently kiss your lips. “And it just breaks my heart to know you think so lowly of yourself. You are beautiful and nearly every time I lay eyes on you, you steal my breath away.”

“Dettlaff.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “Stop it.”

“Not until you believe me.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the edge of the counter. “Now, while you wait for your tea to heat up, let me read to you.”

Before you could object, Dettlaff picked you up and took you over to his chair.

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frozenartscapes · 4 years

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Pumpkins - A World Without Gods Fic

Byleth heaved the large, orange vegetable up onto the kitchen table with a grunt, the weight of the object causing the whole piece of furniture and the cutlery on it to shake.

Edelgard did the same, though her pumpkin wasn’t quite as big so it didn’t land with the same intensity.

“Alright,” Byleth said as she playfully dusted her hands, “Let’s get started, then.”

“So remind me again why we’re making...what was it again?” Edelgard asked.

“Jack-o-lanterns,” Byleth told her, “It’s another Halloween tradition.”

“I figured as much. I was mostly just wondering why carving up perfectly good pumpkins to turn them into decorations rather than food seems to be so popular,” Edelgard said.

Byleth merely chuckled. “Don’t worry, El. These pumpkins aren’t that great for food. They’ve been growing them this way for decades specifically for making Jack-o-lanterns. That’s also why we got a couple of those small ones, which are good for eating.”

“I...see,” Edelgard replied, glancing at the two pie pumpkins sitting on the counter.

“So... Do you know what you’re going to do to yours?” Byleth asked, pulling out a couple of markers and offering one to El.

“I think so... I did a little research beforehand when you told me you wanted to do this, although I know right now that many of the designs I saw were far too complicated for me to execute,” Edelgard said, taking the marker and beginning to sketch out a simple face.

“Yeah, some people are crazy good at this. Although most of the time they’re professional sculptors.”

“What about you?”

“Me? I’m maybe average at this? The building does a contest but I’ve never won in the years I’ve lived here. I mostly just like the tradition.”

“I’m hoping this will turn out all right. It’s not the same as cooking, but I also can’t say I’ve ever been...careful when it comes to blades.”

Byleth laughed. “I’ve seen you use a dagger just fine, and you were pretty good with a sword,” she offered, “But yeah... Your style definitely was more about doing damage rather than precision.”

“I never really had the patience,” Edelgard admitted with a sigh.

They finished their designs and now it was time for the “fun” part, as Byleth called it. “Ok, so you want to take the knife and cut a circle around the stem. Make sure you cut at a bit of an angle so that the piece you cut doesn’t just fall through,” she explained, demonstrating on her pumpkin.

Edelgard nodded and followed along. Once the hole was made, she glanced into the pumpkin with a grimace. She had never...dealt with a pumpkin before. She knew of them. She had eaten food made with them. She knew of the general concept of their most popular uses, including these jack-o-lanterns. For some reason, though, she never really thought about what might be in a pumpkin until it was staring her in the face.

Byleth simply shoved her hand in without question, removing it with a handful of seeds and pumpkin guts and dumping the goo in a bowl with a wet splat. Edelgard gulped, then carefully stuck a hand into her pumpkin. Her finger brushed against something cold and stringy, and with a small squeal, she yanked her hand back out.

“Why is it warm?” she demanded when she heard Byleth chuckle.

“We were keeping them inside, El,” Byleth reminded her, “Trust me: it’s better than if they were cold.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Edelgard commented, attempting to clear her pumpkin out again. This time she got her hand in far enough to grab a clump of goop, but the squishiness of it made her retreat with a gag.

“Here,” Byleth said, offering a large spoon, “You can scrape the sides and bottom with this, then just turn the pumpkin over the bowl. It’s less messy that way.”

Edelgard let out a deep breath, accepting the spoon with a grateful smile. “You’ve clearly done this a lot,” she stated as she got to work, finding the spoon method much better.

“It’s funny. I used to get together with Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn and do this sort of thing a lifetime or two ago. It’s interesting to see how the holiday has changed over the decades,” Byleth said, “Pumpkin carving thankfully has stayed more or less the same. While costumes and candy and decorations and parties have all changed, good old pumpkins have been a nice constant.” For added emphasis, she patted the pumpkin lovingly before reaching in to clear out some more seeds.

A nervous smile made its way across Edelgard’s face. “Ah... And how did...they...find the holiday?” she asked, trepidation growing at the reminder of her former enemies.

“Flayn has always been intrigued by it, so of course it’s Seteth’s worst nightmare,” Byleth replied casually, “Rhea’s kind of indifferent on it. But she really doesn’t like carving pumpkins.”

“Really?” Edelgard asked with an eyebrow raised.

“She doesn’t like the guts,” Byleth said.

“I can’t fathom why,” Edelgard returned dryly, turning her pumpkin over the bowl and shaking out a clump of seeds and goo.

“It’s just seeds and mushy squash,” Byleth teased upon seeing El’s face, “Goddess knows you’ve dealt with much worse.”

“It’s the texture,” Edelgard insisted, “I don’t like how it’s slimy, warm, and sticky all at once. And don’t remind me about worse things because then I’ll start to picture them.”

Byleth laughed again, dumping out the last of her pumpkin guts. “Sorry. I should’ve known better,” she said sheepishly, “How’s it going? You get it mostly cleared out yet?”

Edelgard did a final scrap of the sides of the pumpkin. “About as clean as it ever will be,” she replied, “So now we can start carving?”

“Yep.” Byleth reached for a knife as Edelgard did the same. “Just work slow, and be careful not to cut yourself. Blood might be spooky but parents tend to be more approving of fake blood this time of year.”

Edelgard chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind, my Teacher.”

Byleth smiled at the nickname. They were well passed their time spent as student and teacher, but Edelgard kept insisting that Byleth had never truly stopped teaching her new things, now more than ever. So the name stuck.

She realized she had been watching Edelgard carving for perhaps a little too long. She couldn’t help it, though. For as silly and casual as this activity was, Edelgard was approaching it with the same intensity and focus as she did whenever she was learning a new fighting stance or battle strategy.

Byleth blinked a few times before snapping out of it. As much as she would have liked to keep admiring Edelgard, she had her own pumpkin to carve.

“How are you making out?” Byleth asked after a few minutes, finishing up the last few details of her carving in the process.

“Almost... Done!” Edelgard proclaimed, leaning back to take in her creation. The pride in her expression fell away, however, as she studied her work. “Hmm... I feel like it’s missing something...”

“Hang on,” Byleth said, getting up to retrieve a couple of candles from the counter. She set one in each pumpkin, flicked off the lights, and with a snap of her fingers, both jack-o-lanterns lit up in all their spooky glory.

Byleth’s had a large, fang-filled mouth stretching from one side of the pumpkin’s face to the other, and two pointed eyes that seemed to narrow menacingly. Edelgard’s had the classic triangular nose and eyes, but a toothy mouth that was frowning rather than smiling.

“He doesn’t look very happy,” Byleth commented lightly.

“I thought the frown would make it less friendly,” Edelgard mused, “But now I’m not... Oh! I know!”

She quickly left the kitchen, only to return moments later with the plastic bloodied axe Byleth had hung up over the fireplace. After making another quick cut in her pumpkin, Edelgard then stuck the fake weapon inside, giving it the appearance of having just been attacked by an axe murderer.

Byleth couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh Sothis, I love it, El!” she said.

“See, now he has a reason to be unhappy,” Edelgard replied with a small chuckle of her own, “And you did say fake blood was ok.”

“I did say that,” Byleth conceded, “I can already think of multiple morbid little kids who are going to love this pumpkin.”

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A few days after Halloween, Byleth returned home after work to an envelope that had been tucked under the door.

They had won the pumpkin carving contest.

#fe three houses #a world without gods #edeleth #edelgard #byleth #ss/modern!au #fanfic #i just have a feeling el wouldn't be a fan of the inside of a pumpkin #she doesn't mind the carving part but the scooping part freaks her out #later byleth shows her how to get pumpkin puree from the pie pumpkins #and to el's immense delight byleth allows her to cut both of them in half with a small handaxe she keeps with the camping gear #'for just this once it WILL be faster to just use an axe'#el: *mysterious wind blowing her hair* my time has come #and yes there are multiple kids in their building who think el's pumpkin is amazing #and for the ones who don't it's easy enough to show them that it's just a prop #like the pumpkin is wearing a costume too #el just can't get over how kids are allowed to be morbid in this day and age #and it's not...scarring for them #they're perfectly normal kids #perfectly HAPPY not-traumatized kids

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fallout-lou-begas · 3 years

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Hey there, love your comic and your blog! Big new vegas boy here also and I'm trying my darndest to make my first OC in this world I love so much, do you have any tips on how to get started? Also, any tips on getting started with digital art? Assuming you use a tablet, any recommendations? Do I even need one? Sorry if these questions are silly or whatever, ty in advance :)

Hi! Thanks for being a fan and writing in! I’ll take them in the order you gave me. I’ve answered questions about developing characters and writing before here and here so you may interested in my commentary there.

As far as getting started on digital art...lmao, anon, I’m sorry but I’m absolutely not the right person to ask about this. My journey into digital art is very unorthodox. I do all of my art in pencils on paper first and then scan it; I do not own or use a tablet, and hell I didn’t even own a scanner until eight or so issues into my comic and before that I’d just try to take very clear pictures of my art with my phone.

All of my digital art is made by taking my scanned pencils or inks and then fucking around with them in GIMP - a freeware image editing software that I have used for ten years but no sane artist would recommend over something like CSP today. “Fucking around” usually entails converting my inks (if I inked my art) to two-tone black and white, which is very friendly for area-select or paint-bucket style coloring. Coloring my comics or other art is a slow process of coloring individual areas one at a time. I use gradients, brushes, and collage to add specific texture or background or lighting effects when necessary. As you can see with my recent art, I’ve been experimenting with skipping the inks and embracing the roughness of my pencils by combining them with high-contrast colors, to very pleasing effect, I think. I’m hoping to incorporate some of this experimentation into IKROAH.

I know my explanation of my process wasn’t very good, but like I said, I am the last person on the planet who should be teaching anybody anything about digital art. But my process is the way it is because I wanted to make digital art, and I made use of what I knew and what I had. I taught myself how to convert and color my own pencils, and despite my limitations I really am proud of the style I’ve developed, especially my recent pieces. I hope that if nothing else, you can take that ethos to heart as you figure it out yourself.

#asks #anon #advice

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Tiger By The Tail, Ch. 3

NicoMaki, NozoEli, RinPana, KotoUmi, Love Live, 2K, 3/?

Summary: The plan to distract Nico begins...and our last Japanese tourist arrives.

Chapter Three

Nozomi read the email again. It sounded like Umi, polite, formal, composed, requesting Nozomi do some research on local possibilities for photo shoots, which Nozomi was planning anyway, until the last line, which read, “Please refrain from discussing this with Nico as I do not wish to undermine her confidence in Kotori’s designs” which if you had made a study of Umi’s habits, sounded like panic. Rin bounced behind Nozomi, shaking her head, drops of water flicking Nozomi, “What are we doing, boss?”

Nozomi considered how much to tell Rin, who was very very bad at not blurting out the very thing anyone was trying to keep out of the conversation. Just keep Rin focused on task, so that she didn’t give anything away to Nico, who was ALWAYS looking for what was going to go wrong.

“We’re going to drive around and check out locations, then I’ll meet Eli for dinner and see what she has to suggest.”

“Ooohh, Eli seems really cool. I bet she’ll have some great ideas for us.” Rin’s eyes gleamed. Nozomi was almost certain Eli had meant a private discussion but Nozomi couldn’t strand Rin; maybe Nico would want dinner company?

“Let’s head out and tell Nico what the plan is.” Nozomi tucked her phone away, response to Umi sent.

Rin saluted, grabbing a sweater from the top bunk, “You got it.”

###

Nico, under a stack of blankets, was scrolling through a playlist on the screen in the living room, frowning. “Nico should be on here.” She switched to search function, pulling up her latest video, watching it again, with a critical eye. They definitely needed a better lighting set up. Nozomi had talked about renting gear.

“Nico meets her biggest fan every morning in the mirror.” Nozomi pulled on the top blanket, as she leaned over the couch, to grab for the remote. Nico’s viewing choice was no surprise. It was barely worth the tease, but Nozomi was on task.

“If Nico doesn’t like it…” Nico began.

“No one will ever see it.” Rin interjected, batting an ornament on the Christmas tree to watch it spin. “But this cover’s great Nico. Why are you frowning at it?”

Before Nico could answer the front door banged open and Honoka came barrelling through the hall, hung a turn at the kitchen and nearly fell over the back of the couch Nico was sitting on.

“Nico!” Shouted. As if Nico weren’t two cushions away. “Umi says you have to come now. Kotori needs you to try on the clothes. Since there wasn’t a fitting.” Honoka bobbed up and down, arms on the couch, Nico staring at her. “It’s important.”

Nico huffed and turned off the screen, her English curt. “Nico might be busy.”

“But you’re not.” Nozomi poked Nico.

“And you’re here for the clothes, right. So they have to fit.” Honoka’s bright eyes were so wide and innocent that not even Nico could find a spark to start an argument.

Enjoying the stares of everyone in the room while she decided, Nico took a minute before levering herself off the couch. “Yes.”

“Yippee!!” More shouting. “I’ll text Umi we’re coming now.” Honoka jumped, pumping a fist. Nico instinctively went into cautious older sibling mode, not quite frowning, but squelching Honoka’s exuberance with delay.

“Nico needs clothes.” Nico was not meeting Umi’s stylish friend the designer for the first time in leggings and a sweatshirt. She had acquired a designer outfit specifically for this situation, so Kotori would know she was dealing with a real professional. “Nico will go soon.”

“Cool.” Honoka pulled out her phone, typing rapidly.

Nozomi and Rin had their coats on, “We’ll see you later, Nico.”

Nico flashed her signature gesture, “Nico Ni will knock you out.”

Honoka was ignoring the Japanese, continuing her text conversation with Umi, Nico guessed. Umi would be a proper audience. She never let Nico down.

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Shut out everything else, Maki told herself as she locked the door behind her and approached the piano. A certain amount of ritual was involved in this moment, not quite approaching an altar or a lover levels of depth, but a gathering of emotions, a tension, a familiarity as Maki sat on the bench, rested a hand for a moment on the polished, warming wood of the fallboard, revealing the keys, the cool welcome against her fingertips, the demand for effort, for excellence, for passion...Maki leaned back, maybe a little more like a lover than a shrine, not that she’d had much experience with either. But the piano was a means, an ally, a key to a language that actually allowed Maki the freedom to express everything that bottled up in her throat and chest. Maybe her mouth wasn’t made for expressing the turmoil twisting itself out of expectation and others, but with her fingers, her arms, her body, she could shout for space, for, ironically, a moment of quiet, to just settle enough to know what it was she wanted. She wondered what it would be like to...Maki didn’t even know the words for it, it was an action, a feeling, a slam, a collision, into something that held, that would let her just be.

Maki didn’t know what she was playing, she had no space to listen, everything was being driven into the piano, to transform into the pieces of Maki that kept spinning away. Was there anyone here to listen, to hear?

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The clothes were impressive. Just the pictures had gotten Nico on a plane, flying across a huge ocean. Umi had impeccable taste so Nico knew when Umi pitched the project it would be something spectacular. Nico had also not been unaware of Umi’s gloom since the very kind and decorative Kotori Minami had ended her internship at the atelier and returned home. Now, while Nico herself was an independent modern career woman, she didn’t fault anyone who managed to find someone to get sentimental about. Yes, she totally judged Tojo, who seemed to have mastered the casual weekend relationship. Nico would not have flown across an ocean if Nozomi had pitched the project. But for Umi, Nico shrugged, and smiled at Kotori, who was a whisper of steel and grace, answering all of Nico’s questions without hesitation. Nico couldn’t put the pieces down, the textures, the lightness, the way the light caught additional colors, none of that had been in the sketches and all of it was magical. Nico found herself getting excited as she imagined the photos, the camera turning her natural charisma up by 1000 when wrapped in these beautiful slices of artistry.

“Yazawa-san…” Kotori started.

“Nico.” Nico waved an invitation to intimacy as she put down a white blanket robe that seemed to contain in its threads the silver glimmer magic of first snow at midnight. Kotori was finishing that piece, she’d wanted to see it on Nico so that the painted on kanji could be placed in the proper locations. Umi had been confirming the order of strokes, offering to do the calligraphy herself, but Kotori seemed reluctant to put that responsibility on the other woman. Nico wondered if the seamstress realized how seriously Umi took the samurai’s mastery of both sword and brush.

Kotori reached for her chalk, “Nico...thank you, now that I’ve seen this, I can mark the locations.”

“Once again, Kotori, if you want me to, I would be more than happy…” Umi stepped forward.

“Oh, I couldn’t…” Kotori shrugged, demurring, “this is all of this fabric I have, any mistake...you’re very sweet, but...”

Nico couldn’t take the look on Umi’s face, like the damsel in distress had turned down the rescue and was slowly freezing in the ice tower. She coughed, drawing the focus back to Nico, “Maybe Umi could demonstrate her talents on another fabric, similar in texture.” Nico bowed, “Nico will cover the costs. For an original Sonoda.”

Umi blushed, Nico raised a hand to cover her own mouth, pretending modesty, but actually covering a broad grin at Umi’s embarrassment.

“Oh…” Kotori glanced from one to the other, giggling, “I’m sure Umi’s talents are more than up to the job, I just thought…”

Nico gave in and laughed at her friend’s grand gestures as Umi bowed, “I will not disappoint either of you.”

Now see, if there had been someone like Umi, serious and stunning and silly and too easy to tease, in Nico’s life, interested in more than friendship, the rising pop star might have made a little time for something that wasn’t her career.

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Eli was surprised to find she had not a family standing in her office, but one client, a small, mousy, bundled up in layers woman by the name of Koizumi Hanayo, visiting New England with her parents, who had stayed in Boston. Eli had a good reputation among Japanese tourists, but solitary guests were unusual. Groups of co workers were more common. Not that Eli would let this throw her off stride. . “Hi, I’m Eli Ayase. Nice to meet you.” Eli offered a hand, Hanayo shaking it timidly while muttering something Eli couldn’t quite make out.

“Sorry,” Eli leaned down, “I couldn’t hear you.”

Hanayo leapt back, the earflaps on her hat a comedy short of their own, “Sorry.”

“Please take a seat.” Eli indicated the chair opposite hers and sat behind the computer, “Do you downhill or cross country ski?”

Another mutter.

Eli smiled broader, her voice encouraging. “You’ll have to speak up. I’m sorry.”

The young woman took a huge breath, her hands clasped in her lap, raised her head, blinking eyelashes over shy violet eyes, her Japanese rapid, “Neither, Ayase-san. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Eli slouched a little, shoulders opening, trying every body language trick she could think of to be less intimidating. “Most of my clients just...already like the outdoors.”

Hanayo shook her head, “My parents hired you. They are worried that I’m…” Hanayo fidgeted, “neet.”

Eli was confused, “They think you��re too tidy?”

Hanayo sighed, “Do you know what otaku means?”

Eli typed it into her computer. “You’re an anime fan?”

“Idol.”

“Idol?”

“Singers. Pop stars.”

“Oh.” Eli had heard of that. “Like Babymetal?”

Hanayo’s eyes went wide as she squeaked, “You know them? Aren’t they amazing. I just love…”

“I’m not a huge fan.” Glad that she had finally gotten a reaction out of her charge, Eli didn’t want the young woman to slip back into embarrassment, “but my friends were talking about their last North American tour.” Eli turned away from her computer, “So your parents sent you here for some healthy outdoor activities. And hired me for the parts of the week I had available.”

Hanayo nodded, “They have business in Boston. They didn’t want to leave me in Japan alone over the holidays.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Hotel.”

“I have a friend with a B and B, maybe they’ll have a room. There’s a friendly group from Japan there right now.”

“Really?” Hanayo looked interested.

“Cute girls too.” Eli winked, expecting Hanayo to blush or be flustered...but her client had just leaned forward, a spark behind her glasses.

“And they might have a room?”

“I’ll have to ask Honoka. They might be booked. It’s…” Eli frowned, trying to remember the name of Nozomi’s client, she’d looked her up, “Yazawa Nico.”

“NICO NI!” Hanayo was on her feet instantly, shoving Eli’s desk back, demonstrating unexpected and impressive lung capacity, “NICO NI is here? I have to meet her.” Hanayo started for the door.

“Slow down.” Eli was on her feet, hand out, “First we have to find a winter sport for you. Your parents requested pictures. I can’t afford a refund.”

“Oh.” Hanayo collapsed in her chair.

“But after that, I’m meeting Nozomi and if you don’t have any plans, you can come along.” Eli suspected that even if Hanayo had already made plans, they would be quickly cancelled.

With a great deal of effort to not throw herself at Eli or the door, Hanayo spoke in a more normal tone. “Thank you, Ayase-san.”

“Just call me Eli,” Eli grinned, and pulled up her contact list, “Now what do you think about ice skating?”

#NicoMaki #KotoUmi #NozoEli #RinPana #Love Live #TIger By The Tail #holidays #Christmas

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deejadabbles · 5 years

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Hi there! Hope you’re well :) Your writing is fantastic! I was wondering if you would consider doing a NSFW alphabet for Seto and/or Joey? No worries if you can’t or don’t want to! I appreciate all the hard work you put into your work! Be well! x

Hello Anon!

First off, thank you, I hope you’re doing well too! Second I’m so so sorry I take forever to do requests! I promise I’ve been working on these steadily, I’m just slow at everything ^^’

So, I’ll be completely honest, I’m not much of a Seto fan, but you asked so nicely and you’re so sweet that I went ahead and did them for you! I also did Joey because he’s a sweet dork. I hope these were worth the wait and you’re still hanging around to see them!

NSFW Alphabet: Seto and Joey/Jonouchi

Seto

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)Depends on who you are to him tbh. If it’s just a one night stand there won’t be much aftercare, he won’t talk or cuddle with you but he wouldn’t like kick you out right after or anything either. Now, if you two are in an actual relationship? He’ll put his arm around your shoulder and usually even pull you in to rest against his chest. When you’re laying on him he also runs his finger through your hair and/or up and down your back in a slow, rather soothing manner. Still won’t talk much if at all, but simple cuddles should be expected.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)On his own body, he likes his chest. He’s very proud of the muscles he’s built on his body and loves the way his s/o runs their hands down his chest.

On his lover he like their legs. Doesn’t matter if you’re legs are skinny or chubby, he loves them, specifically because he loves throwing them over his shoulders or putting his head between them. The inside of your thighs are almost always at the mercy of his lips and he’ll leave hickies there constantly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)Him and Atem have something in common, they both get this primal rush from filling their partners up with their seed. Seto will prefer not to use condoms for that very reason and may even ‘negotiate’ with you on the matter if you want him to use them, but, ultimately he respects your wishes since it’s your body. He’s also not the type who will cum on your face when you blow him, he actually really hates getting it on your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)In his desk in his office at Kaiba Corp, he has a bottom drawer that’s always kept locked. No one, not the maid, not his secretaries, not even Mokuba (especially not Mokuba!) have a key to it. Just him. What’s inside? The main thing is a VR headset with his custom made sexual simulations. There’s also a bottle of lube, and later when he had a partner, condoms, and few choice sex toys. The VR headset is used on nights when he needs a release from all the stresses of the day or week. The condoms and toys were put there later so that he can have fun with you when you stop by the office and he’s in a ~mood~

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)Kaiba isn’t opposed to one night stands, but I honestly have a hard time seeing him actually having them often. He can separate emotionless sex that he has for the physical release accept, and the deeper, more (for lack of better term) vulnerable kind of sex he’d let himself have with an s/o. Still, even if he does that I’d still say he might have only had sex two, maybe three times before he settles down with you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)Doggie style. He can be a bit rough depending on who he’s with and he likes being able to push you down into the pillows or have you bent over his desk. He’ll often keep his hand on the back of your neck or maybe even hold your arms behind your back. That isn’t to say he’s always that rough, in fact, the longer he’s with you, the more he opens up to you and lets his walls down, the more he’s like positions allow him to hold you closer with more skin on skin contact.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Pretty serious in the sense that he’s as intense with sex as he is with everything else. This actually makes for him being a pretty attentive lover. He won’t be good at making the mood light and fun, but he’ll definitely be getting you off and keeping things passionate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)Down there is well tended to, but not completely shaved. The color’s black and the texture is surprisingly soft from his high-quality body wash rinsing through it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)Like I’ve mentioned above, the longer he’s with you, the more soft he’ll be in bed. It takes him awhile not only to get in the romantic mind-frame but also to learn how to be romantic. After a while though, he’ll start doing more sweet things like brushing your hair from your face so he can look at you and giving you gentle kisses as he’s thrusting into you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)It’s not common for him to rub one out, but sometimes when he’s in his office late at night, he’ll lock his door and open that special drawer in his desk so he can relieve some of that CEO stress.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)Despite the fact that I have literally made jokes about him basically being Christain Grey from 50 Shades, I actually don’t think he’s all that kinky. Like I said, he’ll be pretty rough with you sometimes, pushing you down or spanking you, but other than that, I think he’s pretty vanilla. He’ll be willing to tie you up and find that he likes that. Otherwise, the only other kink I could see him having would be punishing you and maybe some concent play, but you would have to be the one to bring it up.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)His office. He likes the risk and powerplay he gets off of it. He also likes telling you that you have to keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught but then test how loud he can make you scream. He’s a cheeky bastard like that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)I’d say he’s horniest when he’s stressed (the CEO life sucks sometimes), that’s part of the reason he gets it on in his office the most. Otherwise, things that turn him on would include tight outfits, lip biting, and you trying to take charge/dominance. To elaborate on that last one: he really likes it when you grab him and pull him into a kiss or push him down onto the bed. He thinks it’s hot as hell that you’re showing some spunk, but don’t expect your position of power to last long, part of why he likes you trying is because he likes the power struggle of getting back on top and having you submit to him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)Hm, that’s kind of a hard one. I’d say that he’s pretty turned off if his s/o acts very childish/immature. He’s a pretty serious guy and if you’re cracking jokes or acting silly while he’s trying to do the do, he’ll lose that boner pretty quick. That also leads into him having to say a hard no to any sort of age play.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)If he’s being honest he prefers to receive. He loves the power rush he gets from you being on your knees and also secretly loves when you have trouble taking his full size. Not to say he won’t go down on you, he will, especially because he likes being between your thighs, he just really likes to be on the receiving end of oral.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)Again, it mostly depends on how long you two have been together. At first, he’s almost solely hard and fast, but the closer you two get the more he’ll let himself take his time and be more sensual. (Also, side note, the longer you two are together, the more he’ll be into intimate eye contact)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Quickies are pretty common with him. While he isn’t opposed to pushing his work aside and having a proper sexy session with you, he’s got a lot of pent-up tension and feelings that he’ll let loose on you via a quicky.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)I wouldn’t say Kaiba experiments a lot, but he down to do a little exploring if you bring it up. Risk though? I think most risk is taken out of anything kinky he’d do because before he’s willing to try anything, he’ll do his research on it to make sure the experiment is 100% safe and handled right. His need to research everything pretty much takes any chance for spontanious kinky times off the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)Seto is one and done most of the time, but he makes that one round count. He’ll last for as long as you need to (he takes it as an enormous matter of pride that he gets you off before he finishes, and we all know how prideful he is) and he’ll touch you any way you want during that time~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)Eeeeehhhhh, I’m not so sure about toys. He might be willing to use some if you have them, and he has a fleshlight (and maybe a cockring) in that special drawer of his office, but I don’t think he’d use them often. I see him as more of a “my body should be more than enough to get you off” kind of guy for some reason.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)If it’s not a quickie, he’ll tease you almost every time you have sex. He’ll pull on your hair to make you look at him, smirk, and tell you to beg for it. And if he’s in a reeeeaaally playful mood, he’ll full on stop thrusting into you right when you’re about to cum, and make you beg for it again.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)Not too loud. I mean he’s not shy by any means, but he’s just not that loud in general. Mostly makes groans and growls of pleasure but if you’re blowing him you’re treated with the rare, throaty moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)I mentioned earlier that Kaiba likes leaving hickeys on your thighs. Let me elaborate on that a bit more. So Kaiba likes leaving his mark on you, not only does it make him smirk to hear you moan and gasp while he’s giving them to you, but he also gets that little ego boost to know you’re walking around with proof that you’re his. However, given that paparazzi and fans are constantly up in his business, he doesn’t like others being able to see the marks and gossip about them (he also hates embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable). So he prefers to put said marks in privet places. And since he already loves your legs, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs are the perfect places.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)Very slightly above average in length with an average girth. Has a pretty nice curve to it as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)I’d say medium level. He doesn’t need sex all the time but he’d want it on the regular. 3 (maybe 4) times a week (idk if that’s considered average by most people or what???) is what he leans towards.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)He takes a while to fall asleep but that’s mostly because it takes him a while to get to sleep no matter what. But also because he secretly likes watching you sleep in his arms~

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Joey/Jonouchi

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)Goofy ass cuddle monster! He’s actually kind of playful after sex and will do things like tickle your sides while you’re still catching your breath. Aside from that, he’ll do things like pull you against his chest or tug you onto your side and he can spoon you~

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)On himself, he really likes his arms. He’s got some decent biceps that he’s pretty proud of and he likes how they look holding his weight as he plows into you ;)

On his partner, he’s an ass man. It doesn’t even matter what kind of ass you have, he just liked holding it and giving it playful smacks. If you bend over in front of him 1000% expect him to A: smack it, or B: grab your hips and pull you against his pelvis so you can feel how hard he’s already getting.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)I can see him being a fan of seeing his cum spilling out of you (I think the term is cream-pieing?) or seeing your thighs covered in it. He just gets off on the visual of it for some reason. If he wears condoms when you’re doing the do he’ll often beg you to let him take it off and cum on your thighs as he’s about to climax.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)I can’t even say his collection of porn mags/videos are a dirty secret because he’ll probably tell you about them at some point and even ask if you wanna look at them with him (he’s not a very shameful guy with that stuff lol). But I’d say he has a dirty secret more along the lines of a kink or sex fantasy that he doesn’t want to admit he has. Something kind just odd, like, I dunno, he likes having his nipples twisted before he orgasms or something like that XD (I’m sorry for some reason I can’t think of anything better for this one, I don’t think he’d have much that he’d keep a secret tbh)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)Okay, here’s the thing, Joey THINKS he’s got some moves, but that’s because he thinks porn is the best teacher. It isn’t. And he learns that real quick once he becomes sexually active. Thankfully, he’s a lot more perceptive and in-tune with the emotions of others than most people give him credit for, so he’ll learn fast and make it a top priority to get better for both your sakes. As for experience? I could see him having a few flings/short term things during his teen years but nothing too excessive.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)I’d say it’s a toss-up between simple missionary and his partner riding him. He doesn’t mind keeping things simple with missionary and he likes the feeling of your body writhing under his, but he also loves seeing you taking what you want from him and how you look bouncing on his cock. He also digs the riding position because it means he gets to hold the ass he loves so much~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Compete and utter goof! He loves making you laugh in general and that will carry over in the bedroom. He keeps things light a playful, and it’s really hard not to feel relaxed and comfortable when you’re with him. Oh, and if you’re shy? Don’t worry, he’ll have you smiling and relaxed in no time

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)I’d say he’s not terribly well-groomed, especially when you two first become intimate. However, if you express that you’d like things to be less of a jungle down there, he’d be more than willing to take care of it. (lmao why did I just picture him yelling “real men wax for their partners!!” as he’s preparing for the pain of waxing XD)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)Despite his goofiness, Jonouchi actually has a romantic side. It’s a cheesy as heck romantic side, but romantic none the less. He’ll surprise you with rose petals leading to the bedroom where he’s waiting with lit candles and wearing noting but silk boxers (maybe even has a rose in his mouth to top it off). That sort of thing. He’s just trying to woo you and be sweet okay!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)Typical red-blooded boy. He’ll jack off at least once a day if possible, usually with the aid of porn because he’s not really the type to get off on fantasies in his head.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)Despite being very sex-inclined (as in, he’ll probably have sex with you three times a day if you want) he kinda vanilla. He’s down to try some stuff and finds that he kinda likes it when you tie his arms up and toss him on the bed. He’ll be a teasing little shit when you do it cos he wants to A; keep his cool and B: kinda wants to see it the verbal teasing makes you fuck him harder. Besides that, he’s really big into edge play (on himself or his partner) and seeing his lover wear some sexy lingerie (whether you’re male or female).

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)He’s not picky, he’ll get it on pretty much anywhere but I’d say his top fave is probably the kitchen counter. He likes that it’s less conventional than the bed and thinks it’s hot to prop you up on the counter or bend you over it and fuck you more our in the open.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)Like I said above, he’s BIG into lingerie and will be putty in your hands if you wear some for him. He also becomes a mess when you flaunt your ass; swaying your hips a bit more, wiggling it to the beat of a song, or heaven forbid, bend over in front of him, all of it gets him hard in seconds. He also really, really loves it when you make of show of taking your clothes off! More on that one under my “Wild Card” headcanon ;)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)No verbal degrading at all. He takes it too personally and it will ruin his confidence as well as make him outright pissed. He can take you tieing him up sometimes, but the moment you start putting him down verbally, the sexy fun comes to a screeching halt. Now when it comes to stuff he doesn’t want to do to his partner, never ask him to do anything more physically punishing than some playful spanking. He’s had to fight so many people in his life that he hates blurring that line with his S/O and will flip out on himself if he even tries to smack you around.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)He’ll never admit this because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s selfish, but he honestly kinda prefers receiving. Giving isn’t his favorite thing but he’s more than willing to do it because he will never let a blowjob go unreciprocated. Besides, he likes seeing you squirm, so he just focuses on that good part.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)He’s fast and sensual. Like, his thrusts are pretty fast but he’s touching and kissing you the whole time, pulling you close to him, whispering in your ear before biting it, groaning in pleasure against your neck after giving it a playful lick, all while his hands are grabbing and holding every inch of you he can reach.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Quickies are more than fine in his book. Like I said above his pace is pretty fast regularly so the only real difference between his regular sex and quickies is the foreplay portion. He still likes proper sex because he actually really digs foreplay and warming you up nice and good before making you cum fast and hard, but quickies have their place.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)He’ll dip his toe into the kink realm, but he won’t dive in if ya know what I mean. So he’s willing to be a tad risky but don’t expect too much from him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)He’s very enthusiastic and has pretty good stamina. He may not want to go ALL night or anything, but he can get a good two or three rounds most night, especially if you have cuddle breaks in between (he is a secret cuddle monster do not fight me on this!!).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)Definitely has a fleshlight but doesn’t really use it after he has a steady partner. Doesn’t have any other toys (’cept maybe a pair of fuzzy handcuffs) unless his partner wants to start buying them. If they do he takes a very keen interest in them and ends up loving to incorporate them into sexy fun time~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)He’s more into teasing in the sense that he’ll do it verbally, but teasing as in touch, he’ll do it a little just to see your face turn red and hear you snap at him to get on with it, but he won’t go too far.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)Pretty loud. He’s not ashamed to moan at the top of his lungs while he’s buried inside of you. As for sounds, he mostly grunts and moans with some frequent curse words sprinkled in because “Damn it- you feel so good!” and “Fuck you make me so hard!”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)Okay, so I actually have two wildcard headcanons for Jonouchi! Buckle in peeps!

One is that he is mega into stripping! Like, if you’ll let him, he’ll install a stripper pole into your bedroom. He just loves seeing you strip to some sexy seductive music; teasing him with light touches and refusing to ride him until the show is over. Oh, but that’s not all. He likes stripping for you too. He likes seeing you appreciate his body and gets a lot of confidence from seeing your eyes raking over him like your favorite candy. Will definitely strip to the “Pony” song like a magic mike extra lol (if any of you know a Japanese song that could be good male stripper songs let me know please and I’ll add it lol)

My other headcanon is a bit deeper. So, we all know Jonouchi used to be in a gang and did some questionable things in his youth. That (and all the crazy shit that happened in the season 0 time period) resulted in some pretty noticeable scars on his body, especially on his chest. When you two are first together, he’s pretty self-conscious of the scars. He hates that reminder of his shameful past and would rather hide it from you. So, if you take some times to kiss those scars or run your fingers over them to show that he shouldn’t be ashamed, he will love you forever (not to mention he will be a sweet, soft boy in his lovemaking for the rest of the night~).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)Slightly thick with average length. A very subtle curve and decent mushroom tip

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)Pretty high! Typical guy in the sense that he will be DTF anytime you want. It can be in the middle of the afternoon while you two are doing some cleaning and if you even begin to say something about being in the mood- he’s already throwing off his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)Once he’s sure you two have gotten all the rounds you want to in, and he knows you’re thoroughly satisfied, he’s pretty quick to doze off. Better make sure you go pee before he falls asleep though; don’t try to escape his arms when he’s asleep he’ll just sleep-grumble and pull you closer, even going as far as to roll on top of you. Such a cute dork

#ygo #jonouchi x reader #jonouchi headcanons #joey wheeler x reader #seto kaiba headcanons #seto x reader #katsuya jonouchi

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csa-survivor-confessions · 5 years

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? What grounding items/toys/objects will be good to hold for flashbacks, anxiety attacks etc? I need something small enough to fit in my bag but big enough to actually ground me. I’m struggling so much rn

Hello,

Here are some examples:

Tangles can work they come in multiple sizes and can have multiple textures and can be manipulated even in your pocket. They can help with grounding by just being a different sensation witch engages the tactile senses. Bouns if you have two, or break one (most are made to be able to be separated) and place it in both pockets, this makes it bilateral stimulation. Focous is the best effect of this, so it can redirect more from anxiety or thought spirals, though the bilateral demotion will make grounding stronger. But using this to focous on the task at hand always helps the brain from going to extremes.

Fidgit Spinner, fidget cubes, twirling loops, are similar to tangles in function except most can’t be split into multiple pieces. It also can engage in more kinds of hand motions. Some can be bought at department stores and the like while some nicer ones are better found at more specific stores/online.

Rings that have a bit to spin around. This is better for fiddling better to prevent then to come down in my opinion, though if it has specific meaning to you grounding and place you here in now from the ability for it to trigger fond emotions. Other jewellery that has texture can be nice as it can stay on and might have some value emotionally. Picking one with a favourite texture is a good idea.

Coiled keychains. The ones made of stretchy coiled plastic. These can be pulled on, and very easy to carry around, can be a double usage as well! Good if you have a habit of yanking on yourself as a maladaptive grounding technique.

Pocket size jars of thinking putty or silly putty are good for holding roughly and picking at. This is good if you have a tendency to squeeze hands till it hurts or pick at your skin to try and self ground. This engages the movement of muscles more than others.

Cats cradle (meaning a large loop of thick yarn or braided string) this can be a game that involves hands. This engages both hands which allow bilateral stimulation good for grounding. The movement is more than others on this list which engages wider muscles. It also takes more brainpower if you do make any shapes, which can be great for anxiety and spiralling thoughts as it demands your brain.

Stress balls/Koosh balls/Massage balls. Ones with spikes or heavier ones are best. Spiky ones add more changes in the sensory input along with the general ability to move it around in your hands, passing it back and forth and such. Weighted ones are good because I find weight objects are calming and great for grounding and bringing into the here and now.

Sequences squares. If you like the way sequence feel then you can have a small piece of fabric with sequences on them. It can also be really visually stimulating which can be good to bring you into the moment with multiple parts engaged at one time. If you like any other kinds of fabric feels like felt, silky textures or fluffy fabric can all be carried in the same matter as small squares.

Calming rocks/crystals. These can be rough or smooth and have a weight that can help be grounded. Again this can be manipulated in a bag or pocket making them not super visible. The weight just in pants or breast pockets some people like, and allow someone to just place the hand and it can feel good. Holding these in hands again has that tactile engagement. This can be free if you find one outside you like (make sure to clean it up) or more expensive if you want a special kind of crystal. If it’s shiny you can also move it to catch the light and engage visual stimuli.

Sensory brushes. These are small brushes, like a potato brush, that you could carry in a small bag. I love these, they are good for grounding and sensory integrating. It provides pressure which I really enjoy, is also find it’s one of the better sensations for chronic overstimulation.

You can put velcro onto something you can rub your hands along. It can be rough or soft depending on the person. It can be as big or small as you want and can be added to something you already carry around, making it easy to access discreetly. Again the tactile engagement helps ground and focous you. Also can be pretty cheap, and bought most places.

Beenie babies or similar stuffed animals that have some weight and can be really nice to have. This might be something you already have which is always nice. Super calming if you have age regression issues, might not bring you out of it, but is good to prevent an age regressed you from freaking out. I personally carry one with me for my child alters.

Small bottles of scented lotion can be good to engage olfactory senses, putting on the lotion even just a dab engages the tactile sense if the scent is emotional evocative it can help bring positive emotions froward. Scents are extremely strong inputs good for bringing to the moment. I wouldn’t choose a scent that's super specific to a time in your mind as it can affect the ability to stay in the moment if already dissociated. Scented hand sanitizer can work too.

Chewy necklaces can be worn, sucking and chewing are pretty primal feelings and are easy to carry. Sucking on things actually engages a calming sensation on its own. This is more conspicuous to use but not to carry, so having a moment to do this might be necessary. But this break in normal behaviour might be good four groundings itself. This self-soothing behaviour is great to come down from extreme emotions.

Therapy Shoppe is one of my favourite places to buy these. Teachers stores sometimes have these kinds of things as well.

Hope this helps,

-Admin 1

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thelightofthebane · 5 years

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A rainbow for you

Summary: Alec challenges himself at making a very magical gift for his husband. What could go wrong, right? Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alexander Lightwood

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So, this is a gift for @aria-lerendeair because she deserves a lot of sweeties and much more. (°◡°♡).:｡

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Yellow.

Joy, brightness, hope.

Petals of sunflowers to shine as the sun, of daisies and buttercups to bring the freshness of Spring, of yellow zinnia flowers for the fond memories they share since day 1.

Alec plucks them out, one by one, with utmost care and thoughtfulness. His calloused fingers brush the soft texture for a moment before ripping tiny pieces inside the wooden bowl.

Green.

Prosperity, health, resilience.

Petals of bells of Ireland for good luck, of green zinnias to brighten everything up, of green spider flowers for liveliness like the very core of his husband – even in the bad days –, of green cymbidium orchid for a little bit of naughtiness.

He smiles while crunches the petals and mixtures them with a sandalwood oil he spent the last week brooding. It was easy when your instructor was one of the smartest warlocks in the world, but like training, it could be a bit… distracting, not wanting to kiss your instructor all the time. So, he is doing everything alone now.

And because it’s a surprise for Magnus.

Purple.

Power, wisdom, creativity.

Petals of purple roses for calmness, of lavender for serenity, of violets to remember everything they had to go through to be together, of purple lily to remember that even though Magnus is the royal child of a demon, his grandioseness didn’t come from his blood, but from his heart. And, well, he would always be the king of Alec’s heart anyway.

Alec waits for the water to boil a bit more while checks a heavy book of spells. Most of it is written in some languages he doesn’t understand. Mundane ones, warlock ones. He needed to ask Madzie to translate a specific spell for him since Max is still training at the Spiral Labyrinth. The spell is relatively simple and it’s only required to add final touches to what he is creating by himself. When a spiral scent of grass and nectar tickles his nose along a silver line of smoke, he resumes his work.

Black.

Strength, mystery, uniqueness.

Petals of black pansies for all the dramatics, which is certainly another one of his husband’s traits, of black petunias to reinforce that black goes well with everything (and hell, Magnus was a living proof of that – black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, black nail polish, even black attires with all that jewels), of bat orchids because these ones in special Magnus brought from Malaysia, after a quick trip to Indonesia where they visited his husband’s homeland.

Alec stops for a moment to admire the flower. Magnus is still healing. His mother’s demise is a scar too deep to cure once for all, but he is getting better. Now he can go there for one or two days without cracking. He can put flowers inside a bamboo garden where his mother was buried centuries ago. He can pray without shattering, just wishing she is well – wherever her soul is – and not hating him anymore.

White.

Beauty, spirituality, new beginnings.

Petals of white hydrangea for unconditional devotion, of white magnolias for unconditional love, of white roses as a symbol of true love, the very one he shares with the man who is his home, his heaven, his life, his everything.

Their garden is full of these little ones. Magnus has always liked to maintain a certain variety from all over the world, but it was Alec’s request to spare a corner for just them. For someone who had spent most of his life in the shadows, wearing black, being able to see something brighter is some kind of relief. Of new perspectives. For Shadowhunters, it is a color for mourning. For him, it is the reminder of a rebirth to a better self.

Pink.

Grace, elegance, passion.

Petals of pink dahlias for kindness and commitment, of stargazers for everlasting love, of astilbes just because it’s also called false goat’s beard, thus reminding him of Magnus’ goatee.

Alec smiles fondly, tapping another book, one with flowers’ meanings. His choice of them has nothing to do with their magical properties (hence why he guaranteed they wouldn’t interfere in his project’s result), but only with their meanings. For all the colors he needs, he could just pick any flower, but he thinks it’s much more special choosing the ones who convey the best everything you feel for the one you love.

Orange.

Courage, excitement, warmth.

Petals of marigold for blissful joy, of cockscomb for silliness and laugh (and the delights of all the memories he has from non-official missions with Magnus that just proved how dumb they can be together), of ranunculus for all the charm his husband is overflowing. Like he doesn’t need an ounce of magic to make Alec feels like he is enchanted.

A weak puff of gold escapes the caldron. Almost there. He just needs to crush some more petals, cast the last binding spell and it would be done. Luckily, it would be finished before Magnus is back from one of his outside requests. That morning, he said something about Hong Kong and a problem with a warlock teenager who was trying to conjure real dragons to be her pets. And then he would go to the Veneza Institute to talk with Rafe. Their son is currently there for some internal affairs as co-Head of the New York Institute with Izzy’s eldest daughter. Alec couldn’t be more proud of his family.

Red.

Love, life, desire.

Petals of amaryllis for determination, of red tulips for timeless pure love, of red poppies for a statement that they’ve fought a lot of wars, prejudice, greater demons, and a whole society just to be together. Oh, and some petals of red roses, the ultimate symbol of love, because after thirty years of marriage Alec could be a bit sappy.

Magnus’ apothecary resembles a giant flower bed. Petals and flowers stem everywhere. Alec scratches his left brow for a moment, taking in all the mess. It wouldn’t take much to clean everything, but somehow it makes him recalls memories from when Max and Rafe were still kids, turning the loft upside down. He misses that. Perhaps he could suggest expanding their little family…

Puff.

Oh, it’s almost done!

Blue.

Serenity, inspiration, intimacy.

Petals of morning glories for the duality they represent, something both Magnus and Alec has to endure all the time as they navigate between being leaders and husbands, dark and light, demons and angels. Petals of hyacinth for trust and clematis for loyalty. And, at last, petals of blue rose. A rare one.

For immortality.

Moreover, for having the same mesmerizing beauty as Magnus’ magic.

Their magic.

Blue sparkles dances around Alec’s hands, warming them. Thanks to the enhanced and permanent Alliance Rune, he shares Magnus’ soul, power and vitality. They share a forever together.

Alec uses the magic he kick-started and pours into his creation, concluding it. Another puff and it’s finished.

A whole pot of magical and homemade glitter.

He smirks, proud of himself. It is a self-sustained glitter that replenishes by itself, can be used with anything and can turn into whatever color and exhales whichever flower fragrance the owner desires.

Just in time, he hears the opening of a portal at the loft entrance and knows that Magnus has arrived. Smiling like a mischievous kid, he puts a handful portion into a glass bowl and strides towards his husband to show him.

“Hello, darling!” Magnus smiles brightly, even though the tiredness of a lot of portal traveling has clearly worn him off.

“Hi,” Alec greets back, grinning and holding the bowl near his chest, then extending it towards Magnus. “I made this for you. My first attempt alone at breeding a substance induced by a shape-shifting spell.”

Magnus stares to all that colorful and vibrant glitter in awe. It took over a decade for Alexander asking him how to make potions, and even if in the beginning he had a lot of difficulties to get used to, his stubborn Shadowhunter was never one to give up a challenge. He isn’t a genius like Izzy, but he is smart and focused enough to hold up the game.

“Hmm…” Magnus takes a moment to appreciate his husband’s sweet gesture. The glitter has a distinct spectrum of colors more intense and brighter than the mundane one. Magnus smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners with tenderness. “I loved it, Alexander. Thank you.”

“It has a perfume of your choice, too.”

“Oh?” Magnus approaches his face to try and smell when something tickles his nose and he sneezes.

And then there is glitter in the air, on their faces and clothes.

They stare at each other for a moment, too shocked to say or do something. They are positively sparkling more than any fairy they have ever met.

Alec is the first to come to his senses, clearing his throat as he reaches for Magnus’ face.

“Here, let me…” he trails off, not sure what to say, when Magnus squirms under his touch. Alec’s hand freezes in the air as he stares at his husband with a shocked expression. Then, he tries again, and Magnus does the same thing, though now he also giggles. “What the…”

After calming himself and organizing his thoughts, Magnus also extends a tentative hand, brushing alongside Alec’s ribs. The result is some kind of jolt and a strangled sound from his throat, as if Alec is trying to not laugh.

“Darling, did you put roses in this glitter?”

“Yes.”

“Different colors?”

“…Yes. Why?”

Magnus hums, understanding.

“Roses have strong magical power, especially the blue ones. If you mix them together, the shield spell to neutralize their mystic effects will eventually crack after some time. One of the side effects of so much flowery powder is body sensibility. To pain or…”

Alec mischievous grin returned.

“Tickles,” he lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers towards Magnus, who backs off instinctively.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, don’t you dare…” Magnus says cautiously, narrowing his eyes.

“Why? After all, I do have magical fingers now. Very, very magical,” he smirks, approaching his husband like a predator.

“Don’t you try this bullshit of pun with me.”

“Why?” Alec repeats, finally cornering Magnus. “I learned with the best. A medium-rare one.”

“You will never let me forget that, will you?” He gritted his teeth. “It has been 31 years, Alexander. 31!”

“Never.” Alec finally grabs Magnus and spins him around, his fingers pressing the most sensitive spots of Magnus’ body that Alec memorized with utmost pleasure. His husband squirms again, tries to run away, but end up turning into a mess of giggles and laughs.

Somehow, after some time, Magnus is able to have his sweet revenge, and both engage in a very childish fight of who can make the other laugh more, stealing breathless kisses between fingers’ attacks and teasing words.

They could wait for the spell to wear off or try to make an antidote, but for now they would enjoy the contentment of their love’s smiles and laughs.

#aria-lerendeair #gift #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #otp: true love cannot die #my writing

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