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emillyverse · 1 month

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Some warnings + Chapter 1 Progress!!!!!

HELLO MY LOVELY STARS!!!

You didn't expect to see me updating KoW so soon, did you???

I usually post updates on Saturday or Sunday, but I'll be traveling so I decided to leave the previews today.

In fact, this trip is the warning I have to give. I will be away from my work desk and my materials for a few days (I don't know exactly how many but between one and two weeks), therefore I will not be able to make progress on the Comic during this period.

This is sad I know. But look on the bright side, I'm going to get a lot of rest and return to work with renewed energy!!!

✨YAYYYYYY !!!✨

Anyway, without further ado, let's get to what everyone wants to see:

THE CONTINUATION OF THE OUTLINES OF CHAPTER 1 OF "THE KINGDOM OF WISHES"

( Written by @annymation , design by @uva124 )

Check out part 1 here.

"The two brothers grew up and, with their father's teachings, became powerful sorcerers."

"But when the big day arrived, Florian was crowned king, as Magnus still didn't feel confident and claimed that something was missing in his life; something that gave him strength and courage!"

"It was then that Magnus met Amaya."

"The most beautiful maiden he had ever seen had been found adrift in a boat and taken shelter in the castle by order of King Florian."

"As a form of gratitude for the hospitality, Amaya began to serve the court as a royal alchemist and, as the days went by, she ended up winning Magnus' heart, finally making him feel like he could do...anything".

"Encouraged by his new love, Magnus decided to travel in search of adventure, leaving the kingdom to prosper in Florian's hands."

"But then, a tragedy happened. When Magnus returned to Rosas he discovered that his brother had passed away due to illness. A painful loss for the entire kingdom, which was made worse by Florian not having legitimate heirs"

"Magnus was moved. He could not let the magnificent legacy of his beloved brother and predecessors end like this."

"Feeling confident with Amaya by your side, Magnus took over the throne and changed the way wishes were granted monthly, doing dozens of them a week, making them float back to your Wish Makers, during the night"

The Kingdom was so happy and grateful that they began to name their new rulers with nicknames that reflected their magnificence and passion, thus making them known as King Magnífico and Queen Amable.

"The end".

Sabino: "I admire your taste in complex stories, Asha, but... Hmm...Don't you think this is too complicated for you?"

Asha: "I thought it was a fantasy book, but it's just romance. Yuck!”

Sabino: "Never judge a book by its cover, darling! What you have here is a history book."

Asha: "But he doesn't explain things very well.Where does Queen Amaya come from? And the king's staff?What disease did Florian die from?"

Sabino: "Well, Asha, let's see..."

"First, the queen is very private about her past, we have to respect that."

"Second. That staff is just a souvenir the king got on his travels."

Sabino: "And third. Sometimes bad things just... happen... without explanation."

"And there's nothing we can do about it."

"Unless you move on..."

To be continued...

FORGIVE FOR ENDING WITH AN ANGUISH DRAWING 🥺🥺

BUT DESPITE THAT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

And understood. Remembering that, like Anny, I'm Brazilian, but unlike her, I don't understand English and I'm always using Google translate, so maybe there are some mistakes. But Anny and you are always welcome to point out mistakes and correct me!

That's it for today and until after my little vacation Lmao 😅 I'll still be online to answer any questions or curiosities you may have, or simply to see posts and rewrites in which they mark me. I love interacting with this fun and tight-knit community of Wish Concept Art fans!

Anyway, goodbye!!

Kisses full of light and stars!

~Emy

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Golden Like Daylight | Diasomnia

Synopsis: Malleus couldn’t make it to the party in Scarabia that Kalim invited him and, as usual, Diasomnia falls into quiet sadness and frustrated thunderstorms. He thinks about all his parents taught him and how the world can really be cruel sometimes. But after the most violent storms in the nightfall, there are little glimpses of daylight as well.

platonic diasomnia family / angst with a comfort ending / based on ch10, vol 2 comic anthology ft. my own lore hcs / 1945 words

Notes: Since half of this fic deals with my hcs about the Valley of Thorns in general, I made a separate post that will summarize it so we don’t have long ass author notes~~ Also, it’s based on that chapter from the comic anthology but apart from context, it’s not a need to read it to understand this story Hope you enjoy it!

Golden Like Daylight

Malleus has been alone for much longer than anyone could have imagined. Born into a family of noble blood, all he could remember from early childhood was a lot of people around him, caring and watching over his well-being. His parents always had a glimpse of his special power and told him stories of the glory days of the Valley of Thorns.

But the more time passed, this special and happy atmosphere ended up like wood consumed in the fireplace. Lilia’s presence was one of the few things that truly remained unchanged.

The Lady of Thorns’ gaze grew colder every day. The countenance of the Lord of Thorns, direct son of the Queen, harder than stone. Malleus wanted to believe that they didn’t ever realize how much they left their son aside to deal with the affairs of the kingdom — without rest, just gathering together at dinner. Still, he was almost always aside.

Not that he didn’t understand why. His father worked as second-in-command for the Queen and his wife dealt with diplomatic issues. It was amazing how a place so isolated from the world could have so many problems.

It was only a hundred years after the Last Great Fairy War and they were just organizing the policies of coexistence with neighboring human villages and trying to maintain the peace between the two fairy valleys in which a lot of blood was shed to achieve.

As a prince, Malleus had everything at his disposal. Toys, books, comfortable clothes, access to quality lessons. But he had only one wish. A simple, even silly wish.

“Go outside?,” his mother repeated his words in a confused tone.

The Lord of Thorns took his eyes up from the treaty papers of the new diplomat of the Valley of Flowers, Florian Braginsky — which he was being forced to read — in order to face his son.

“Malleus, why are you talking about this?,” he asked.

“I wanted to see what the eastern mountain village looks like, it is near here. Lilia could take me there.”

The sound of his former tutor’s name made the Lord’s blood boil. How revolting it was to see the man who taught him everything he knew lower himself and abandon all his ideals, those he used to deeply believe. He was right when he said, that night a hundred years ago, that Lilia had lost more than one wing in the Battle of Dornröschen.

“I do not see why you should go. There is a cruel and terrible world beyond the mountains that surround our kingdom. Not even among our own can there be anything greater than mere alliance. These fairies should be grateful every day for the good fortune of being in our presence and keep living,” the Lord of Thorns put down the papers on the table.

The hard thud made Malleus cringe a little. His mother took the papers and arranged them better in a perfect pile.

“Malleus, you know that our species is very rare and therefore, it is not surprising that the other fairies fear us. We don’t want these people to say bad things about or to you. Therefore, above all, you must stay in this castle,” she said to her son, perhaps not as docile as she thought her tone would come out.

The marriage between Mephisto and Tauribeth was, as with Malleus’ grandparents, a way to keep the dragon-fairy species alive. There were really few such families around the valley, the most powerful House managed to rise to the throne — and these were the Draconia, the center of everything being the Queen of Thorns.

Still, Malleus wondered how the most powerful and feared fairies should need to hide from others. Malleus knew about the scars that the human kingdom nearby, now not so numerous, had made in the fairy valleys. His species was one of many clans that still held grudges against them.

However, he wasn’t going to a human village. It was a place inhabited by faeries. Lilia would be next to him, he would be well protected.

“No more talking about it,” his father cut off before Malleus could try to argue once more.

“Yes, sir my father.”

There was a brief sound of doors opening and, for a moment, Malleus had a glimmer of hope as he saw his grandmother enter the dining room. The air around her was heavy but elegant, full of ceremony and honor. As a queen should be — what the young prince should have become from there many hundreds of years ago.

In general, the Queen of Thorns was a little more compassionate to the wishes of her grandson than his parents might like. However, this didn’t mean that she didn’t share the opinion and hesitation of keeping him inside the castle rather than showing the kingdom beyond the heavy wooden doors.

‘Well, well, well,” she said as she sat down on the other side of the table, in a large, thorn-adorned chair just like the one her son was sitting in.

The Queen looked tired and perhaps a little frustrated that Lilia was planning yet another future trip abroad — a distant and sandy land, something alike — in yet another of his usual “whims”.

“What were we talking about?,” the Queen of Thorns asked.

“Nothing, madam my mother,” the Lord said, giving his son a sideways glance to remain silent.

But Malleus had already given up hope of mentioning the village he wanted to visit again.

Over the centuries, he began to wonder at certain times if his parents were not right. Well, they were no longer there with him to face him and silently state how obvious it was. That realization was a sad thought two hundred years ago, not so much nowadays. It was neither time nor age that mattered in the present to Malleus.

The day before, he had been invited by Kalim to a party.

And it folded as it would usually happen: Malleus missed the event due to a mysterious circumstance. Sometimes he didn’t really notice the time, other times others forgot about him.

At the time, Cater forgot to tell him that Kalim’s banquet night had been rescheduled at last minute to that same night. Since Lilia had orchestrated for Malleus to participate in his place, he also couldn’t have known about this sudden change.

In order to help Malleus make friends on his own, things got complicated. As per usual.

Because of this, strong thunder crackled through the skies in Diasomnia and a torrential rain fell on the outskirts of the castle, becoming a misfortune for any student who was outside the dormitory at that moment.

Lilia would like to say that the situation wasn’t so bad because Malleus distributed all the treats and souvenirs he bought in Sam’s store to the students, but his aura didn’t change at any time. Each gift was delivered as if they were objects rescued from a disaster or belongings of deceased soldiers being returned to their families.

It was undeniable that Malleus had a special sense for gifts of the highest quality — of this no one dared to complain. Sebek’s voice competed with the storm outside in all his praise of his generous veteran and sovereign prince.

But Malleus was still in his worst “Nihilleus” form.

Nothing made sense, everything was worthless. That was what his eyes of emerald flames said, burning low. How many times had he been through these situations? How many more would you have to overcome before fate is satisfied with his humiliations?

The world always abandoned Malleus, and he no longer strove to try to hold its sands in his hands. In his thin, light marble fingers there was only loneliness. The nothing. His grandmother sometimes held those same hands and repeated the words of their family.

A Draconia can only trust a Draconia. A fae can only owe to a fae.

He was alone in that vast world that pushed him away with fear and distrust. Just like his father said they would. Malleus sighed, asleep in his own thoughts as he sat on the sofa in the Diasomnia lounge. The place made him feel at home — but sometimes, that was exactly the problem.

His parents were right. He would never leave the confines of the royal castle. He should not, that was his world. The only place where he would be safe and well received. Still, none of this comforted him. Not only would he be completely ignorant of the human world and the other fairies around him, he would be alone.

Always alone, as if trapped in a long night of eternal sleep. For eternity, eyes closed. The rest of his semi-immortal days would be a mere drop in the greatest of oceans. Would he ever die? Impossible. Few things can hurt faes, especially dragon-fairies.

Sitting on his throne of thorns, nothing could reach him. Not even death. Much less life.

“Malleus-sama? Could you teach me more about this gargoyle?”

Malleus awoke from his deep thoughts as if awakened by a kiss of the dawn. Soft morning rays passed gently across his face to bring him out of that dreaded darkness. Thus, Malleus faced Silver who was holding a miniature gargoyle in his hands.

Ever since Lilia had brought that little human into their life, Malleus had wondered what his parents — mainly his father — would think of Silver if they could have had the chance to meet him.

Silver with his crystalline eyes, lilac as the most delicate wildflower. Dedication to the prince of his people — because he was raised among thorns — in every action. A human he could trust.

Malleus knew Silver had pity for him, but there was something in his mercy that didn't make him feel completely ashamed. He then noticed how Sebek continued to praise him, his words worthy of the best books in the Royal Thorns Library. Nearby, Lilia gorged himself on sweets.

A small smile appeared on Malleus’ face almost at the same moment when the rain outside slowed down.

“Well, Silver, this one is a pretty simple model, but…”

Malleus always felt good about talking about gargoyles, maybe that was the benefit Silver had in mind. He remained silent and paid attention to Malleus’ words as much as he could — at least, to understand part of the matter. Soon after, Sebek joined Silver’s side as an avid spectator.

“Um, it reminds me that I had saved some cookies that I made last night,” Lilia suddenly commented. “Let's rock this party, boys!”

The young fellows suddenly jumped off the couch to go after the old fae, trying to convince him that he didn’t need to do this — and “the wise words of the Young Master about gargoyles will feed our hearts enough!!”, as Sebek said.

Watching them closely, Malleus let out a soft laugh. He was incredibly grateful for the company and patience of those three.

They were golden like daylight.

The thin rays of sunshine that appeared after the gray clouds of rain stopped its dreadful crying, slowly making it into a new time to step outside. Of course it wouldn’t be enough forever. Malleus needed to learn more about the world around him, make new friendships and understand the purpose of his own existence.

But sometimes all he needed was his family. Maybe not exactly his grandmother or his parents. Just Lilia and his awful cooking skills and jokes. Just Sebek being this tall, endearing and energetic child. And just Silver being like the morning dawn, sleepy but gently welcoming to view.

Not his servants or soldiers but his friends. Malleus’ friends. Precious lives he loved with all his heart.

Special notes: yes, this is a tiny little reference to “Daylight” by Taylor Swift. It was meant to be a Silver fic, then turned out to be more suited for Malleus, then it just got too deep… And I’m planning on doing a little omake about Lilia’s cookies. I just thought that randomly inserting some comedy would break the flow here (and it would be too long lol), so I’ll let it for another time. But thanks for reading 🩷

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst scenarios #twst fanfic #platonic relationships #diasomnia #angst with comfort ending #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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000rion · 8 months

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Chapter 2

Tears Fall Into The Sea

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"You know how Ursa means bear? It's fitting that I end up with a Beast."

Ben Florian Beast x Ursa, daughter of Ursula (OC)

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide and depression

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The Isle of the Lost doesn't have suicide survivors. No one who loved them ever stopped them. Except for Ursa. She had Uma, and, later on, the pirate crew. So whenever Ursa went out, people would look at her wrists, looking for her scars. Mal and her crew aren't exceptions in that.

Ursa just picks off sweets from the selection.

Mal presses a button on a remote and the divider opens.

"Look!" Evie points to the front.

"It's a trap!" Carlos screams. Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay crowd together and cower. Ursa just stays still and wonders, 'Is this my time to die?' She isn't afraid of death anymore after she has spent time wishing for it so fervently.

But, as it turns out, a golden bridge appears.

"It must be magic," Carlos marvels.

"Hey, did this little button just open up the magic barrier?" Mal taps the remote on the surface to get the driver's attention.

"No, this one opens the magic barrier. That one opens my garage. And this button..." The driver presses a button that closes the divider.

"Okay. Nasty. I like that guy." Mal turns away from the driver and smirks to herself. Then, she finally notices Ursa again. She opens her mouth to say something, but Evie elbows her and shakes her head no.

As if Ursa can't see her too. She turns to look out the window, occasionally getting sweets.

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Once Ursa steps out of the limousine, she looks around her, inwardly reveling at the blue skies above her, the greenery around her, and the band playing in front of her. She zones out the fighting of the boys and rubs the scar on her wrist.

"Welcome to Auradon prep. I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress." Wait, this is important. Ursa zones back in.

"The Fairy Godmother? As in 'Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo'?" Mal asks her.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi. You know it!" Fairy Godmother says.

"Yeah, I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella when you just appeared, out of nowhere, with that sparkly wand and warm smile and that sparkly wand."

That's the second time she mentioned the 'sparkly wand'. What does she want to do with that wand?

Fairy Godmother takes Ursa out of her mind when she says, "That was a long time ago. And as I always say, 'Don't focus on the past or you'll miss the future.'"

The people behind her step forward. "It's so good to finally meet you all. I'm Ben."

"Prince Benjamin. Soon to be king," the girl pridefully says.

"You had me at prince. My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess." Says Evie, but the girl replies, "The evil queen has no royal status here, and neither do you."

"This is Audrey," Ben says.

"Princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Right, Bennyboo?" Ursa feels bad for Ben.

"Ben and Audrey are going to show you all around, and I'll see you tomorrow. The doors of wisdom are never shut. But the library hours are from 8:00 to 11:00. And as you may have heard, I have a little thing about curfews," Fairy Godmother rambles. She walks away with the band following behind her.

"It is so, so, so good to finally me-meet you all." Ben goes down the line of VKs to offer each of them a handshake. "This is a momentous occasion, and one that I hope will go down in history... Is that chocolate? As the day our two peoples began to heal." While shaking Ursa's hand, he glances down at her wrist and frowns. He then looks at her with sad eyes.

Mal cuts the speech, "Or the day that you showed four people where the bathrooms are."

"A little bit over the top?" Ben asks her.

"A little more than a little bit." The two of them share a smile.

"Well, so much for my first impression," Ben says.

The moment Audrey speaks about Maleficent and such, Ursa tries to zone out again, but couldn't as Ben leads her to the side for a conversation.

"You know, we can give you help with your mental health problems, if you need it," he tells Ursa.

She stares at him.

"It's just that," he continues, "I saw the cuts at your wrist. Did you do that to yourself?"

She nods after a pause.

"A-and do you still have thoughts of-of dying?" Ben asks her.

"...Yes." Ursa reluctantly answers.

"Then, let me refer you to psychologists and psychiatrists, they're doctors for your mind. I just want you to get some help."

As much as Ursa wants to say she doesn't need it, she wants to get help, to be able to live a better life.

"...Fine."

Ben smiles at Ursa. It was the happiest and most genuine smile she ever saw.

She can't help but stare.

After a moment, Ben turns to the others and says, "Okay! So, how about a tour? Yeah?" Ben starts walking and the others follow. Audrey hurries to Ben and links their arms. "Auradon Prep, originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father when he became king."

He claps his hands, and the statue of the current king morphs into his beast form. Carlos gets scared and jumps into Jay's arms.

"Carlos, It's okay. My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible."

"Does he shed much?" Mal jokes with him again.

"Yeah, mom won't let him on the couch." They share a smile once again.

"So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon? Like wands and things like that?" Says Mal.

Here she goes again with the wands. Knowing her and her mom, they probably want to take it. And maybe Mal's crew, too.

"Yeah, it exists of course, but It's pretty much retired. Most of us here are just ordinary mortals." Ben says.

"Who happened to be kings and queens," Mal says.

"That's true. Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years." And there Audrey goes again with royalty and such.

"Doug. Doug, come down." A boy in a band suit nears them. "This is Doug. He's going to help you with your class schedules and show you the rest of the dorms. I'll see you later, okay?" Ben looks at Ursa as if reassuring her of it.

"And If there is anything you need, feel free to-"

"Ask Doug," Audrey interjects and drags Ben away.

"Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son. As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, and..." He sees Evie. "Heigh-ho."

"Evie. Evil queen's daughter," she says as she salaciously walks near him.

Doug shakes his head and says, "Okay. So about your classes, I, uh, put in the requirements already... history of woodsmen and pirates, safety rules for the Internet, and, uh, remedial goodness 101."

"Let me guess. New class? Come on, guys, let's go find our dorms," Mal says and goes up a set of stairs. Her crew follows her like little ducklings.

"Oh, uh, yeah, your dorms are that way, guys." Doug points at another set of stairs.

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As Mal and Evie want to dorm together, Ursa gets stuck with another Auradonian.

She extends her hand with a cheerful smile. "I'm Lonnie, Mulan's daughter."

Ursa stares at her quizzically but doesn't leave her hanging and shakes her hand. "Ursa, Ursula's daughter."

Lonnie goes to sit on a bed. "This is my bed, this is my bedside table, and that's my closet." She points to them. "That's your bed, your bedside table, and your closet. The rest are ours. Oh, and this is your key." Lonnie hands it to her. When Ursa extends her hand to take it, Lonnie shifts her gaze to her wrist.

"Oh." Lonnie looks like she's about to cry. "What happened? Did you do that to yourself?"

Ursa widens her eyes, realizing her mistake, and retracts her arm.

"Oh!" Lonnie stands and hugs her. "If you need anything, anything at all, you can go to me, alright? You can talk to me about anything; this is a safe space."

Ursa just stands there awkwardly, stunned by the action. No one on the Isle hugs a near stranger. In fact, she's pretty sure only the crew hugs each other in the Isle, when no one outside the crew is there.

This is going to be interesting.

#Ben Beast #Ben Florian #Ben Florian Beast #Descendants #Mal Bertha #Evie Grimhilde #Jay #Uma #Harry Hook #Gil #descendants fic #carlos de ville

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rnf-central · 8 months

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Mario Wonder Direct Thoughts...continued.

Ok...where were we? The Badges right. I think the most interesting thing about the Badges is how to acquire them. It seems you can get them through a variety of mean, but the simplest is just buying them. If you'll recall the Wonder Flower (the glowing flower that transforms the level) also gives you a new purple currency. It seems certain shops in the Flower Kingdom can take them for things like Badges as well as some other stuff. It seems you can even get Wonder Seeds from shops. Wonder Seeds are what you collect after activating the Wonder Flower, and after beating a level. You need them to unlock certain levels. And oh my God! I know we talked about the levels already, but those overworlds. They look so nice! It also contains open areas with a collection of levels that you can play in any order. But I know what we're all...wondering. ha ha. Who is the villa-It's Bowser. Like what the fuck did you expect? It may be new and fresh, but it's still a Mario game. Yeah Bowser wants the Wonder Flower who cares, blah blah. But Multiplayer! That's what we want. Local Multiplayer is the same as always. 4 Players. Assumingly it's as chaotic as always. Though I still haven't seen someone pick another player up. So help me god if that's been removed. Anyway, one thing I can say for sure that is disappointing is sharing a life counter. I don't know. It's not a big deal, I just prefer when each player has their own. But either way I'm sure it'll be as fun as ever. They've perfected multiplayer in Mario Wii, 14 years ago. I'm sure even if it's not my favorite it'll still be good. Baseline minimum. So what else do I have to say? I mean I rambled on so long it's taken me 2 posts to get all my thoughts out. I mean there was some new enemies. They seem fun. We saw more of the Wonder Flower stuff. We didn't get much new info, but did see some more of the wacky ways it changes the levels. Honestly, it just looks like a fun time. I can't wait to get my grubby fingers on this game. If you're interested I will probably stream it, or do an LP on it in some way. I'm super excited for this. It's really been a while since I've felt this excited for a new 2D Mario. Like...Ugh. October 20th can't get here soon enough. Well the Pokemon DLC will hopefully keep me satiated. There was a lot in this direct, and I'm sure I missed something. I mean we never mentioned Prince Florian. Not much to say though. He's the prince of the Flower Kingdom. Nice to have a prince instead of a princess like usual I guess. Though I saw a lot of theories the Flower Kingdom would be connected to Daisy somehow even though it's not Sarasaland. I was kinda hopeful it'd be like a sub shoot of Sarasaland in some way and we'd be able to finally explore the area in a game that doesn't look like...well, a Gameboy launch title. But I always knew it wasn't likely. Womp Womp. But yeah let's end this now. It's gone on long enough and I talked about everything that really caught my eye. Though again, I may of missed some things. So let me know what you guys think of the direct. And what parts you're the most excited for. Thanks for reading my long tangent. I love you all and hope you have an excellent day. Buh-bye!

#gaming #video games #rnf #mario #super mario bros #super mario wonder #nintendo #nintendo switch

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centaurworks · 1 year

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Year In Review: Art in 2022

Artworks featured © @CentaurWorks Another Year, another 12 months achieved! 2022 feels like the beginning of a part of my life where I need to find myself again and might be a while. It's astounding what has happened this year alone and all the revelations that has happened. Art became one of the major things I look forward to now, unintentionally going into 2022 but I've realized how much I've enjoyed creating art pieces and characters. I released an announcement this month earlier so check that out for all the changes. Me tho, I'm going to be doubling down on art so I hope you're along for the ride! In the meantime, here are my favorites of 2022. ~~~ January N/A - This month I took off due to so much art being created the year before and gathering my thoughts for the next year. It helped honestly as I came back swinging and I think it shows. Characters belong to @CentaurWorks ~~~ February [Comm] Ballerina Joann -It always feels great to design an outfit for someone else's character and it helps this was the first image I got to do this year and I really like it. The Maroon really balanced out the blues and the sea-theme was such a joy to work with. Thank you again Capt for commissioning me to work on this. Character belong to @Captainface ~~~ March Happy St. Patrick's Day from Myrna -This is something I wanted to try to do each year but just struggle to complete it on time. This one I'm really glad I completed and the lighting feels so good too. It was nice to return to this character and to make art for the holiday. Character belong to @CentaurWorks ~~~ April [COMM] Chloe obtains the potion to go on land -Not gonna lie, I was over the moon when thatdude commissioned me! I see the user commission many other artists so getting this was such a treat! But what makes this my favorite was playing with the lighting of the potion and also the little gag in the background. Had a lot of fun with this and again super thankful! Character belong to @thatdude1993 ~~~ May Nettie swimming in the deep sea -I wanted to do an image each week in may for VTuber Mermfolk, but I remember around this time feeling some fatigue set in. I was able to finish up two fanarts and this turned out the best one. Mainly because of some feedback I've gotten, I decided to do more with the lighting and it just POPPED. Character belongs to Nattie_EnVTube ~~~ June [COMM] Custom Dolphin Merman Adopt -It's a custom character but one that I had some fun working on the shading part, no lie. The main thing that made me happy was actually how the tail came together. It's all the same color but each layer has a different filter that just makes it look so good! Another thank you for commissioning me to Capt. Character belong to @Captainface ~~~ July Mermaid Volleyball -GOD! July was the big Month of OCs and ended up having to start early. 31 images in one month, you know that it's going to take a LOT of work. But something I noticed is that there were no Mermaid Volleyball images so I wanted to do one. This ended up being one of the most ambitious images this year, working with 4 characters with water and a unique camera angle. But it ended up getting pulled off so well in the and I'm so thankful for it. Characters belongs to @CentaurWorks ~~~ August Chris, The Fire Princess -This was an idea long before Chris Astolfo was created as a direct opposite to Drake Florian. After working on the Zenith gown in 2020, it ended up becoming more and more of an idea. I just like how different the dress is compared to the ones I've created in the past. Still has the poof but it also feels much more unique if you put it alongside others. It just feels so good to see it done and look so good as well. Character belong to @CentaurWorks ~~~ September Sakura Wants To Fly -Around this time I wanted to work on some old WIPs and finish them off. I hear so often that people leave WIPs to die, I'm one of them but I'd rather try to finish them before it's too late to do so. This is one of course inspired by the imagery from "Part of your world," but I wanted it to have more meaning than a reference. Since Sakura is insecure about her wings, I felt like it would be a good idea to have her try to fly while mimicking the pose. Still love how it came out and how the big wave splash looked in the end. Character belongs to @CentaurWorks ~~~ October Mermaid Princess in the Moonlight -This was a charity incentive for @LilacPhoenix for donating the most. She asked me to do an art piece of Lucia from Mermaid Melody and I wanted to see if I can incorporate the night sky from that iconic scene. The lighting just feels spot on and I enjoy it so much. The reflection of the moon in the waves just feels so comfortable too. It's such a peaceful image and I'm so happy with how it came out. Character belongs to Pink Hanamori/Michiko Yokote ~~~ November Thank You, Dragalia -Dragalia Lost was my first modern mobile game, and at the end of November it reached it's End of Service. It's sad to see it go, as someone that greatly enjoyed it and tried to stream it with no luck. Life took over and I put it to the side but always wanted to try to return to the world but never got the chance before it ended. I wanted to give it a piece to simply say thank you to the game and it's lore, and as well as for letting me see that modern mobile games don't need to be grinding and nickle+diming customers to make a damn good product. Here's hoping to see more of the IP. The art piece itself is probably a big condenser for the best piece of mine this year. Characters belong to CyGames/Nintendo ~~~ December Suzume of the Stars -With a high bias, this is my favorite image of the year. This image was about 2 years in the works, with starting and stoping in the posing phase at least 2 times before going back to it. Simply put it's gorgeous, as I love the starry night and the overall atmosphere. There's this beautiful elegance to the piece and I love how Claudia came out. It was also fun to do that magic glowing ripple and have the light bounce off of Claudia. This is one piece that makes me excited going into the new year! Character belong to @CentaurWorks ~~~ Conclusion: 2022 really felt like a threequel to 2020, and like most 3rd entries, it wasn't as good as the second. Felt like the world was a big ass trial this time around. I've gone into the reason why during the Major Update: December 4th, 2022, so I won't get into it here. What I will say is that Art-wise it was great even with the huge amount I ended up doing during Month of OCs. Clearly my strong suit this year was improving on lighting so who knows what next year will bring for art improvement. Thank you for a great year of art! And I'll see you next year!

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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And perceiving in my Love does sighs called begonia persons some sense

A sonnet sequence

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coolgirl32 · 10 months

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Disney Prince Philip x my oc Jacqulyn adventure 3

When Jacqulyn opened up her eyes she realized she was still in France when the fairy woman appeared she asked her why is she still in France the fairy woman told Jacqulyn that she is in the story sleeping beauty it all made sense now as the fairy woman told Jacqulyn that Prince Philip is around here somewhere Jacqulyn has to look for him of course she agrees and off she goes on her next adventure as she keeps walking she sings a little Melody to keep her head clear but she could not keep thinking about the other princes she feels really bad for them she wish she could have told them but they would have thought she was crazy well thinking and not looking on the other side of the forest was Prince Philip and his horse when Philip was washing his feet he heard a beautiful sound it was closer than he thought has he got up and put on his boots he saw her the most beautiful woman he has ever seen she was so beautiful in fact that he just had to go up to her and say hi so when she finished her Melody Prince Philip walked over and said hi she was a little shocked but smiled and said hi back they both had a wonderful conversation as they were both about to end their conversation Philip decided to ask her if she wants to stay at his castle for a few days and he did and she said yes politely so as they rode off to Phillips Castle Jacqulyn hang on to fill up so she went fall I say made it to their destination Phillip's father wanted to know where his son was can he figure out where his son was his son was with a girl he smiled and congratulated his son of course his son asked him if the girl can stay with them for a few days he said yes and there was a big party Philip and Jacqulyn begin to have more conversations with each other talking about what they like and don't like what their greatest fear is what their dream is as a few days went on Jacqulyn and Philip began to spend time with each other they went horseback riding they faked a few cakes they danced as the more time they spend time with each other the more feelings they catch on with each other Jacqulyn feeling really bad about what's going to happen after she gets married so a few weeks later Philip proposed to Jacqulyn she said yes and they had a big wedding and after the wedding came their honeymoon a few hours later Jacqulyn woke up and got out of bed to write Philip a letter after she did that she got her things and the fairy woman appeared but they didn't know was that Philip had just woken up he asked what was going on and when the fairy woman start the portal Jacqulyn immediately went right through it along with the fairy woman Philip then broke a few letters to his friends Henry and Florian he wrote the letter saying that there is something weird going on with the woman they married and they are going to find out what it is

To be continued

Hey everyone I hope you all know that this is adventure 3 adventure 4 will come up tomorrow so I hope you all know that all the Disney princesses are from the same universe so they all know each other just so you all know that I won't get confusing

#disney guy's x my oc jacqulyn

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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The main 4 helping mc through really bad period cramps please.possibly Lucan and balsam.ya girls had a bad day.ty.also I love your blog.

Girl guess who's having period cramps right fucking now!! Rip to both of us. Hope this cheers you up a little bit.

AFAB!Reader but no pronouns, incredibly self-indulgent, I'll throw in the link to my 'M4 With A Sore MC' post for additional stuff

Felix Escellun

Tea!!!

His first response is tea and his second response is blankets.

He's not the best with healing magic but he's still gonna try. At the very least he'll get you an enchanted compress that stays warm and mix up a sleeping potion to help you doze off. Well it be strong enough to get you to sleep through the pain? Probably not. But he will not rest until he finds something that works!

You're spending most of the day in his study, on the sofa, swathed in blankets.

Do you know! that!! cats can sometimes purr as a healing stimulant!!! and if they notice that you're sad or sick they'll come purr on you!!!!! So Stella is laying on your lower stomach and purring.

Felix makes sure to get you a lot of water.

TENS units have been shown to relieve the pain of cramping!! I think once you explain what that means to him, he tries using his magic as a makeshift solution. It helps somewhat.

Florian brings you herbs like fenugreek, ginger, valerian roots, zataria, etc. He's sympathetic to your pain and does what he can to help.

If you start crying from the cramps, Felix immediately crawls onto the couch with you.

He,, he,,, he's a sympathy crier so he's gonna start crying too. Which makes you both laugh.

Anisa Anka

Oh my poor girl knows all about how to deal with this don't you even worry about it

No I lied you should worry she doesn't really know how to help you with this.

You know how,, exercise and walking around and stuff can usually help with cramps? Well she already does all that a lot for her Sunstone duties so she doesn't usually have severe cramps. So when you're all laid out in bed, clutching at your stomach and groaning in pain, she's gonna try to get you to walk around a bit.

If you can't do that (and if you're in that much pain you probably can't) then I think she's gonna focus on comfort foods! Soup, stew, crackers, etc.

She might ask Ayanna for advice but since Ayanna has always been pretty active, I think she'd also just suggest exercise. Maybe she'd have some sort of magic Anisa doesn't know - maybe something she picked up on her adventures, I don't know - to help with the worst of it.

Strokes your hair a lot.

So soft and comforting. Calls you a hundred little pet names while trying to cheer you up a bit. She would tell you funny stories but she's afraid you'll start laughing and further hurt yourself.

I could,, I could see her recounting old Sunstone stories.

I could also see her trying to clean up the apartment while you're resting, so that you have more room to walk if you decide you want to. And then,, she ends up finding a bunch of old random shit. Like old toys or tattered books. And eagerly shows you all of it.

Sage Lesath

Kitty cat to the rescue!

Okay not exactly but he's trying really hard.

Um,, so,,, according to Planned Parenthood,,,, a proven way of easing period cramps is,,,,, via orgasm,,,,,, that's all I'm saying about that particular subject,,,,,,,

In other news Sage is gonna coax you into a bath!! He runs it and adds extra bubbles and makes it nice and warm for you.

He messes with the bubbles. Puts some of them on your head and blows some into your face, that kind of thing. He wants to make you laugh!! Laughter is the best medicine, after all.

I think he teases you a little bit. Nothing mean or anything, he just wants to keep things light-hearted.

Probably gets Tulsi to help him cook some home remedy type stuff too.

He is a kitty cat!! He is gonna cuddle with you in bed and purr!! Probably rests a hand on your lower stomach and massages a little bit.

If the sun is out,, like hitting your bed,, he's gonna fall asleep. Sorry. Baby wants a cat nap. He feels so warm and comfy with you that it just kinda happens.

Wakes up like two hours later,, he's been drooling on your shoulder,,, you're toying with his ears a bit,, he feels guilty that he fell asleep while you were in pain but I feel like seeing your cute cat boyfriend peacefully snoring would make you feel a little better,,,,, like when you look at those live feeds of baby animals sleeping

I mean it makes me feel better anyways

Lucan de Bhaldraithe

Yes I know Lucan is technically a tiger (or at least I think so) but he is a puppy in my heart so

Puppy!!

He's very worried about you. He knows what the issue is - he grew up with Elowen, and while I don't think he necessarily took care of her because she was older and probably a little too prideful to let him, I think he still tried to help her. So now he's gonna help you!

I like the idea that Lucan is really not good at cooking but he still puts his entire heart into it,, like he tries to make you soup and it's probably inedible but you know he did it with love and affection

He! Sings!! You!!! Lullabies!!!! To try and help you sleep. Encourages you to get a lot of bed rest.

He is an excited puppy and if you ask for something he'll run to get it. Even if it means dashing to the market. And whenever he does go out he gets you a little snack.

You know that thing about how (dark) chocolate sometimes helps with cramps? He takes that and runs with it. Gets you like nine chocolate bars at a time.

If you don't want them then he obviously eats them. That was lowkey his plan all along mwahaha

If you wanna go outside to get air,, but still can't move,, he'll find a way to set up a hammock. Brings some blankets and pillows and carries you down.

Then sits on the floor next to you (within arm's reach so you can pet him still) so you're not alone.

Balsam

Still can't believe he doesn't have a last name

Has the hardest time relating to cramps. He 1000% believes that you're in as much pain as you say you are, he's just not really familiar with it. He did kinda help raise Tulsi when they were younger but I think she held it together pretty well and Sage was usually on top of it.

So I think his first impulse is to tell you to buck up and walk it off. When you don't get up he flops onto the bed next to you.

So,, when i was like eight or so,, and my sister was 14,, I asked her what a period felt like. And you know what this bitch did? She punched me in the crotch. Like a bitch.

Anyways you do that to Balsam just to do a point. He is now rolling around in agony. If he wasn't in so much pain he would compliment how strong your punch is.

Once he's pulled himself together he just flat-out asks you what it is he can do to help.

Hot chocolate but he adds alcohol to it because you told him heat and chocolate are good and he figured alcohol would help too.

He likes to be (lovably) annoying. Laying in bed and he just throws his arm out across your chest and puts one of his legs on top of yours. You keep shoving him off and he laughs and does it again.

He just doesn't want you to sit there and be bored y'know? Stimulation and all that.

Once you fall asleep, he tucks you in and kisses your forehead and silently leaves the room so he doesn't wake you up. But then he just hangs out outside your room so he can keep an eye/ear on you.

Rime Varela

Everyone step aside, the doctor is in!

Since he's the healer, he'd be able to find a spell to help with the worst of the pain.

I would like to again mention the orgasm thing because oh he's a medical professional he's allowed to suggest it >:)

While he acts very chill about it, I think on the inside he's worried. He doesn't like people - especially the people he cares about - being in pain. And the fact that you can barely function scares him a little.

Also,, his,, pride is a little bitty bit wounded that he can't help you.

I think that after he lost the Astrolabe to you he was always a little sour about it?? Like after his redemption he doesn't blame you anymore, but he still feels a hint of inadequacy that he struggles with.

And in this moment, when the person he loves is suffering and he can't find the right spell to take the pain away,,

It feels like he's failing you. Like maybe if he was good enough to solve this, the Astrolabe wouldn't have abandoned him.

He tries to hide it but he's not good at it. Not good enough anyways.

You end up having to comfort him more than he comforts you. You end up tangled in bed together, both sipping tea and cuddled in blankets. Physical health day and mental health day.

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aerltarg · 2 years

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Jon Snow Month 2022

Day 4: Childhood

Fear cuts deeper than swords, the quiet voice inside her whispered. Suddenly Arya remembered the crypts at Winterfell. They were a lot scarier than this place, she told herself. She’d been just a little girl the first time she saw them. Her brother Robb had taken them down, her and Sansa and baby Bran, who’d been no bigger than Rickon was now. They’d only had one candle between them, and Bran’s eyes had gotten as big as saucers as he stared at the stone faces of the Kings of Winter, with their wolves at their feet and their iron swords across their laps.

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too. (Arya IV, AGOT)

Something cold moved in her eyes. “I told you to leave,” she said. “We don’t want you here.”

Once that would have sent him running. Once that might even have made him cry. Now it only made him angry. He would be a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch soon, and face worse dangers than Catelyn Tully Stark. (Jon II, AGOT)

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I'm Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I'm the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne.”

That morning he called it first. “I'm Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”

I thought I had forgotten that. (Jon XII, ASOS)

It was not Lord Eddard's face he saw floating before him, though; it was Lady Catelyn's. With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth, she looked a bit like Stannis. Iron, he thought, but brittle. She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. Who are you? that look had always seemed to say. This is not your place. Why are you here? (Jon XII, ASOS)

We could, thought Jon, if we had the gold, and someone willing to sell us food. Both of those were lacking. Our best hope may be the Eyrie. The Vale of Arryn was famously fertile and had gone untouched during the fighting. Jon wondered how Lady Catelyn's sister would feel about feeding Ned Stark's bastard. As a boy, he often felt as if the lady grudged him every bite. (Jon IV, ADWD)

#asoiaf #asoiafedit #jon snow #book jon snow #valyrianscrolls #jonsnowmonth2022 #myedit #i love jon's relationship w starklings so much #but his childhood wasnt only fluff and sugar unfortunately

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luvjoyed · 2 years

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┃ a really late new years post!

i want to start off by thanking everyone in general who supports this account and decided to click the follow button. i don’t have all too many, but i appreciate each of you even if we haven’t talked before. thank you for supporting my writing and being so patient with it as i post only about once a month. i promise to work harder this year. tumblr has been the thing to get me through this past year, and especially some of the people i’ve met through it. so here we go, thank you.

@crwnedprnce, roman/prince and wilbur ━━ to roman, thank you for being like a big sibling to me. i’ve never had that and having you feels like a dream. you’re one of the kindest and most comforting people. your streams feel like no other. thank you for making me a safe space. i appreciate you to zero end.

to wilbur, i’d call you nearly a backbone to my life. you’re so important and my days get a million percent better when i get to talk to you. i appreciate every single little thing that you do. you’re one of the people who i look up to most, if i’m honest. thank you for always being so kind and loving towards me. i appreciate your love so much, dear. thank you for being here, i know how hard it can be. i love you.

@ghostsaysstuff, my tubbs (ghost) ━━ my absolute best friend. i couldn’t ask for better to be my friend. you are one of the most amazing people i have had the chance to meet. i appreciate your existence every single day of my life. thank you so much for being one of my main support systems. i love you. i can’t wait to meet you one day. thank you for everything. i can’t wait for this next year with you.

@flor1-an, florian ━━ a literal ray of sunshine! you’re one of the most positive people in my life. you feel like a cinnamon roll that just came out of the oven. thank you for being a light in my life to keep pushing forward. your positivity drives me forward. thank you for being such a kind friend. ranboo appreciates you as well (even past the horse stuff lol). thank you for making this year better.

@a-rradio, ito ━━ one of my dearest friends. thank you for coming into my life here lately. you’ve become such a good energy to have. i adore our conversations and i thank you for keeping me company. i’m so sure this next year with you will be just as wonderful as our time together already. thank you for being here.

@stelliferouss, ace ━━ oh my god, you are probably one of my favorite users on this silly little app/website. you’re so kind and just everything good in this world. you’ve been nothing but kind to me and i appreciate that to the ends of the world. thank you for being such an angel. our next year will be amazing.

@tobynottaken, toby ━━ you’re one of my best friends. chatting to you when i can makes my days better. thank you for being around and always being up to chat with me. i appreciate your company more than you know. thank you for being here. i hope we can grow closer over this next year.

@punzobee, dove ━━ the most beautiful soul i have met on this app. thank you for being such a positive light in my life. i feel a bit safer whenever i see your user. you make this community such a wonderful place. i hope you never change, you’re too good to. i wish you nothing but happiness in this new year.

@blexmar, blex ━━ i haven’t known you for a long time and we haven’t chatted much, but you are a wonderful person and such a kind soul. thank you for being around. it’s nice to see you on my dash.

@the-vd-system ━━ i am so happy to know you guys, and i’m so excited to see how this next year goes.

to kitteana, thank you for being one of my best friends. you are most definitely the most kind person i have ever met. it feels weird to live in the same timeline as you, but i’m grateful nonetheless. thank you for caring about me and taking up with me so quickly. i appreciate you so so so much, carrots.

to ash, thank you for being a wonderful person. i appreciate all you’ve done for me. it’s more appreciated thank you’ll ever know. thank you for helping a practical stranger. there’s not too many people in the world like you. thank you so much.

@systemamourrss ━━ thank you guys for being a friend to me and choosing to chat with me while you can. it’s very appreciated. i’m looking forward to the next year with you guys.

@picturesque-system ━━ i don’t know many of you guys well, but i hope that can change within the next year. i love chatting with you all, i hope that’s to be more in the future. i wish you guys the best and i’m always here. thank you for letting me have the opportunity of knowing you.

#ender.exe #my beloveds <3

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sultryvodka · 3 years

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𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

#aot headcanons #aot x you #armin headcanons #armin arlert fluff #colt headcanons #colt grice fluff #eren headcanons #eren jaeger fluff #jean headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #porco headcanons #porco galliard fluff #🌸☁️ works

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fific7 · 3 years

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Ticket to Ride - Part 4

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral and unprotected, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My Photo Edit)

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖

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Billy woke up really early due to light streaming into his room. The sun was coming up. He couldn’t bring himself to close the curtains the previous night - after all, the view was the big thing in this hotel, wasn’t it? He rearranged his pillows so that he could still lie in bed but also tipped his head up enough so he could see the view.

It was too early to go along to her room yet, so he’d laze a little, shower and then he’d go. He hoped that her anger had cooled overnight, as the two of them really had to have a conversation. Not that he was looking forward to that conversation, but he realised that if he wanted to have even an outside chance of getting her back, he had to man up and tell her the truth. He had the distinct feeling that If he only told her part of it - a sanitised version of what had happened - she’d see right through him and that would be that.

He laughed out loud.... god he hadn’t even slept with the woman, but if he’d known the shitstorm that was going to be stirred up by all of this, maybe he should’ve just damn well done it!

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Meanwhile, you sat at the departure gate waiting for the boarding call. You’d always wanted to visit your next destination so while you were sad to leave Barcelona, you felt excited to be on your way.

With a little smile, you thought that the only real regret you had was you wouldn’t be there to see the expression on Billy’s face when he realised you’d skipped town again.

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As soon as he’d had that thought a little voice inside his head had said, if you had then you’d never ever get her back and you know it. Yeah, he did know it. So it was just as well I didn’t, he acknowledged to himself. Some no-strings sex with Madani wasn’t worth wrecking what he’d had with her.

Now he just had to hope that he wasn’t already too late to salvage that.

Billy stepped out onto the 20th floor landing then began walking up the red corridor to her room. He spotted a cleaning cart in the corridor - wait, that wasn’t outside her room, was it? No, it couldn’t be. But he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach the nearer he got.

He came to a halt next to the cart, and looked at the room number on the door for confirmation but he knew it before he even saw it.

She’d run out on him again.

Billy cursed loudly then swung round on his heel and headed back to the lifts. He took his phone out as he walked, hitting a starred number. It rang for a while then a grouchy voice said, “Yeah, what?”

“Micro? Got another job for you.”

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After clearing Customs and Passport Control you walked briskly out of the terminal building, following a sign indicating where you needed to go. You were getting more and more impatient to get to the city by the minute, but you knew you had to make sure you picked the correct coloured route, as they went to different destinations.

Standing on the jetty at Marco Polo Airport, you waited patiently along with other passengers for the Alilaguna airport boat to moor alongside it and which would then take you to Venice.

La Serenissima. The city which floats on a lagoon.

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Frank listened to what Micro had to say, then exploded. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!! This is gettin’ out of control. Yeah okay, do his search then let me know - not him - what you find out.”

He ended the call and threw his phone onto the bedside table. He’d have to speak to Bill, this was too much.

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Billy was in a temper. He threw his clothes and toiletries into his duffel bag and zipped it up viciously. Nothing from Micro yet and he had to check out of his room now. He’d just have to sit in the bar/lounge downstairs and have a drink or two until he did hear back.

An hour and two whiskies later (yes, he’d thought as the barman’s eyebrows raised up at his request, it is damn early for a whisky but you have no idea what I’m going through), Billy was getting more and more impatient. Then his phone buzzed, but hope sank like a stone when he saw it was Frank.

“I guess he called you, then?” Billy said as soon as he answered the call. “Yep,” said Frank, “...he did. And this is the last one, Bill, you hear me?” “It’s not my fault she keeps flyin’ off t’different places!” whined Billy. “It’s your damn fault she took off in the first place, dumbass!” growled Frank and Billy said nothing as he couldn’t argue with that.

“Where’s she gone, Frankie?” he asked after a short silence. “Venice.” “Ah shit!!! Back to the States? Didn’t see that coming.” “Not Venice Beach, Bill... Venice, Italy.”

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You settled yourself onto the wooden bench inside the vaporetto which would take you on the short hop across the wide Giudecca Canal from Palanca to Zattere. Vaporetti were the Venetian equivalent of public transport but a hugely more pleasurable experience. What would you rather hop on - a bus or a ferry? Yeah, definitely a ferry! You’d decided to stay on Giudecca instead of the main islands as it had a calmer, more relaxed vibe and tourists were much less in evidence.

Karen had texted you as you were getting unpacked in your small but cute room. Your hotel was surrounded by residential gardens and a narrow canal on one side; when you went out onto the large balcony, all you could hear was birdsong and the church bells of Venice. It was heavenly.

But Karen’s text had brought you down somewhat; Billy was on your track again. He’d been told by Frank that they weren’t going to help him out any longer, but you weren’t convinced that would put him off. Billy was the most stubborn sonuvabitch you’d ever met. Looking out the vaporetto windows, you saw a majestic tall ship making its way imperiously up the canal followed by a small tug like a lady in waiting, and wondered where it was sailing off to.

Sighing, you gathered up your bag as the vaporetto docked at Zattere and prepared to disembark. Maybe it was time to just sit down and have ‘that talk’ with him.

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Billy, meanwhile, was waiting impatiently for his flight to start boarding in Barcelona airport. He just had to pin her down this time. No more escaping him and the talk they had to have.

He marvelled at the fact that in Europe, you were never really that far from your next destination. Here he was in Spain and in less than two hours’ time, he’d be in Italy. He’d bought a travel guide to Venice in one of the airport stores and settled down to read it.

Frank had given him the name and location of her hotel, somewhere called Giudecca. He didn’t have the first fucking clue as to where that was, so he’d better find out and quickly. Okay…. here was a map. Venice seemed to be divided into six sestiere or areas… hmmm no mention of Giudecca. Oh right, here it was, a large island out on its own across the Giudecca Canal from Venice.

He pinpointed the hotel on the map and felt a lot more relaxed.

I know where you are now, kitten.

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Escaping from the crowd of tourists in Piazza San Marco into the relative peace of Caffé Florian, you sat down and ordered a horribly expensive cappuccino and pastry from the impassive waiter. But it was worth it just to soak up the historical atmosphere. You looked round the opulently decorated and gilded interior and opened up your guide book; it had opened in 1720 and scores of famous faces had passed through its doors or listened to its musicians outside. Wow - Casanova, Lord Byron, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Charlie Chaplin, Clark Gable, Andy Warhol. The list went on and on.

Coffee finished, you wandered out of Florian’s and back along the Piazetta next to the Doge’s Palace. There was an arched bridge - the Ponte della Paglia - on the waterfront from which you could see the world-famous Bridge of Sighs, and you joined the huddle of tourists at the top of the bridge to eventually make it to the front and take a picture of it. Your guide book told you the bridge was so called because after their trials, condemned prisoners would be taken from the Doge’s Palace over the small canal at its side to the prison, and their last sight of Venice would be from the bridge. Hence the ‘sighs’.

Next, you walked along to the Arsenale, the huge historical shipyard where Venice had built her vast number of ships which had enabled her to have a huge trading empire. It had been said that they’d been able to construct a fully equipped warship in one day. But that was long in the past, you thought as you looked at an array of stone lion statues outside its main entrance and a bust of Dante set onto the wall.

Turning away, you headed to the vaporetto stop of the same name and waited for the Line 1 vaporetto to arrive and take you on a sail up the Grand Canal.

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Yet again, Billy was in a bad mood. After a couple of false starts, he’d eventually managed to make his way onto the correct Alilaguna boat at Marco Polo and had alighted at Zitelle on Giudecca.

But now here he was - walking backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards - along the waterfront, trying to find out where this damn fucking hotel was. He just couldn’t find it! Where the hell was it?

Billy spotted a guy around his own age walking towards him and stepped in front of him, asking politely in English if he could help him find this hotel. A stream of Italian burst forth and the guy must’ve realised that Billy didn’t understand one word, as he then took his arm and pulled him along the waterfront a little. He stopped and gestured towards one of the narrowest damn alleyways Billy had ever seen, quite near the vaporetto stop.

He thanked the guy effusively and set off up the alleyway. There were peoples’ houses on each side of it and he tried not to be too nosy as he walked past them. But echoing within the walls of the alley he could hear voices, children’s laughter, a football match on a TV, a dog barking… talk about living on top of each other. He wasn’t sure he could live like that but then it just depended on what you were used to, he supposed.

Arriving in a small open area leading to a canal and a bridge over it - Corte Ferrando, he saw on a sign - he found the Giudecca Hotel right on the corner next to the canal. At last!!!

Walking in to the small but light and airy reception area, he dumped his bag next to reception and asked the guy behind the desk if he could book a room. “Certainly, signore, how many nights would that be for?” Billy shrugged, saying, “I’ll make it for two nights for now, but maybe I’ll need to extend that, I’m not sure.” “That is no problem. Can I have your passport please, signore?”

Billy handed it over, thinking as he did, going by her recent history it might be only the one night!

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You stepped off the vaporetto at Rialto. Well, you just had to walk over the famous bridge and be a total tourist didn’t you, stopping to take a picture looking back down the Grand Canal. You’d gazed at all the big palazzi lining the waterway as the vaporetto zig-zagged its way between all the stops on the canal. They were certainly impressive, but they also had a faded, melancholic air about them.

Some of them had been converted into museums, some rented out on long or short-term leases by their owners, or they were now owned by foreigners who only stayed in them for a handful of weeks each year. When the festivals were taking place… Carnevale, the Biennale, the Film Festival. The rest of the year they lay empty and lonely, no doubt steeped in dreams of the lavish masked balls and elegant dinner parties from centuries past, while the noble Venetian families who used to own them lived in modern condos in Mestre on the mainland, no longer in their beloved Venezia. How sad, you thought.

Heading back to the vaporetto stop, you decided you’d go to Accademia, have a look round the art gallery, visit the huge and famous church Santa Maria della Salute and then wander round the artisan shops in Dorsoduro, perhaps have a glass of vino in one of the cute little wine bars.

You were determined to make this afternoon and evening last for as long as you could. Billy would no doubt be waiting for you when you got back to Giudecca.

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The man himself hadn’t even bothered unpacking this time, just in case. He’d had a quick shower and then had taken a short stroll around the local area. He noticed very few tourists and decided this was why she’d chosen it. He knew she’d prefer to sample the local life more than the tourist traps.

Not wanting to spend too much time away from the hotel, he made his way back and sat outside on the lone park bench in the courtyard area. He started running over in his mind what he was going to say to her, to be honest he still wasn’t sure how to frame it so that she wouldn’t go ballistic.

His stomach knotted. Who was he kidding? Of course she was going to go ballistic! He was about to admit he’d made out on more than one occasion with another woman. And irrespective of the fact that it had been strictly business from his point of view, his girl was not going to be the least bit impressed with him.

Fuck, I’ve really screwed this up, he allowed himself to think for the first time. He’d made his brain block out this uncomfortable thought what with all the chasing after her in the previous few days. He’d been telling himself over and over that everything would all be alright.

But now he thought… would it? Would it really?

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Returning on the vaporetto to Palanca, you felt yourself starting to tense up. You knew Billy would either have arrived by now or would very shortly.

Whatever he had to say to to you, you knew you weren’t going to like it. The evidence was too strong that he’d been cheating on you and you weren’t going to let him off the hook for that. The problem was, you loved the stupid douchebag. But how could you trust him now, after he’d been seeing another woman? In some ways, it was worse that it was just the one. And you were sure it was just one, if the perfume evidence was anything to go by. It would almost have been better if he’d gone back to his old tom-catting ways, quantity over quality to coin Frank’s phrase. Your stomach twisted as you remembered him saying to you that at last Billy had reversed that equation when he got with you. But if he was seeing just the one? That was bad.

You began walking up the alleyway and as you reached the open area, you saw a figure sitting on the park bench, the back of a dark head. Billy.

Squaring your shoulders and feeling as if you were about to go into battle, you walked steadily towards him.

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Venice

(My Photos/video 3 & 7 / June 2012 & 2016)

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blkgirlcafe · 3 years

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Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading.

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed.

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now.

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature.

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class.

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one.

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement.

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters.

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check.

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix.

1 week later

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA.

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it.

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor.

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?”

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend.

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked.

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting.

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class.

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking.

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked.

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!”

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail.

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him.

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs.

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face.

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him.

“Come here Miss Y/N.”

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her.

“Show me your favorite part.”

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part.

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out.

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him.

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered.

“I want this sir.”

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass. She needed more, wanted more.

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss.

“Please what sweetheart.”

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.”

“Please fuck me Sir.”

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down.

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit. The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing.

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell.

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man.

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.”

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls.

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them.

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted.

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot.

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.”

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud.

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.”

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat.

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now.

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her.

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth.

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out.

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her.

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm.

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished.

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down.

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door.

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already.

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her.

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice.

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.�� he whined.

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.”

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes.

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw.

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.”

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number.

Be free Friday evening -Flo

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aquafolia · 3 years

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Sokai Day Fic 1: True Love’s Kiss(es)

So yes, I am a Classics/ancient history blog, and this is obviously super different from the content I normally post on this blog. Please forgive me, but I’ve recently become OBSESSED with Kingdom Hearts and I have nowhere else to post this stuff at the moment. So please forgive me, normal content will resume soon!

Anyway, as I said I just started playing the KH games for the first time this summer and it’s been so much fun. And seeing all the amazing stories and artwork in this fandom has inspired me to write some stuff too. Anyway, I’m Holly, and I hope y’all enjoy :)

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True Love’s Kiss(es)

‘Ugh!’ Kairi groaned, unceremoniously setting down the basket she held in her hands. ‘I forgot that when you pick apples, you have to actually carry them all back, too!’

‘Your basket’s not even half full, Kairi,’ Sora remarked, ‘and we’ve only just started!’

She grinned. ‘Well then, it’s a good thing I have a strong, manly boyfriend to help me carry all of these.’

He could hardly argue with that. Sora feigned displeasure by rolling his eyes and letting out a dramatic groan, which made Kairi giggle. But then he walked over to her, grabbing one of the basket’s handles as she grabbed the other, and the pair made their way deeper down the rows of apple trees. They could hear the distant shouts and laughs of their friends echoing through the orchard as they went. Apparently, Twilight Town– a world basically in perpetual autumn– was known for its fall festivities, including its legendary apple orchards. Once they’d visited the orchards, the gang hoped Remi would help them make apple pies, apple cider, and all sorts of goodies during their visit. To that end, the group had decided to break up into teams in order to pick as many apples as they could carry. Today, Sora and Kairi were paired up. But Sora knew that if they only returned with a measly half basket of apples, the others would surely tease them, accuse them of slacking off.

They wouldn’t be totally wrong, Sora thought with a grin. Sure, Kairi was determined to focus on their task: she was deep in concentration, examining each apple carefully before deciding to place it in her basket. Sora, on the other hand, was much more determined to get Kairi off task. It wasn’t that Sora didn’t want to help out, but this was an opportunity for him and Kairi to spend some time alone– that was a temptation greater than any fruit, in Sora’s world.

Kairi set her sights on a shiny red apple that hung high on a nearby tree. She stood up on her tiptoes, making adorable little noises as she tried to grab it. Sora was staring intently, but not at the apple: Kairi’s form was stretched out in front of him as she reached high over her head, accentuating her curves, and Sora was mesmerized. It was only when she said his name that he snapped out of his trance: ‘Sora,’ she called out, not taking her eyes off the fruit, ‘would you come over and help me with this one? You should be able to–’

Kairi shrieked as Sora, having silently moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her legs and hoisted her up onto his shoulder.

‘Tall enough now?’ he asked casually.

Her surprised squeak was the only reply Kairi could muster. Once she’d successfully picked the apple, Sora released her hips. He held her by the waist as her body slid down his until she landed gently on the ground. Even in the autumn chill, Sora could feel his cheeks burning.

Having regained some of her composure, with a giggle, Kairi said, ‘Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?’ before she turned to the next tree. Sora tried to hide it by replying with a level ‘Absolutely,’ but inside, he was beaming: watching the effect he had on Kairi just never got old for him– but given how hard he had to try to appear cool and unfazed, it wasn’t like he was much better than she was.

Now that he’d had his fun, Sora walked up next to Kairi to help out. The pair picked apples side by side, happily chatting and admiring each other's finds, and over time, their basket filled with bright red apples. While they worked, something about the orchard nagged at Sora’s mind, but he couldn't place it. As he studied a large, blood-red apple in his hands, it finally clicked.

‘All these apples remind me of Snow White,’ Sora remarked. ‘Aqua told me how Snow White’s evil stepmother tried to kill her by getting her to eat a poisoned apple. The dwarves thought she was dead, so they placed her in a beautiful glass casket,’ Sora recalled, his eyes still fixed on the apple. He found himself absentmindedly tracing the spot on his chest where a scar marred the skin over his heart: the permanent reminder of his sacrifice for Kairi– well, his first one, anyway.

‘But she wasn’t dead,’ Sora continued, thought bleeding into memory. ‘She was asleep, and she couldn’t wake up…’

‘Until her true love saved her.’

That broke Sora out of his reverie. He looked up to find Kairi already gazing at him, her eyes soft and sincere. Sora replied, ‘Yeah… Reminds me of another princess I know.’

Did she really mean…? They’d talked about their first adventure numerous times before, but she’d never said it like that.

‘I would have killed for a nice bed to sleep on,’ she continued. ‘You and Riku took me on quite a journey– napping peacefully in a meadow sounds pretty good to me,’ Kairi said with a grin.

A breeze drifted through the orchard, rustling the leaves over their heads. ‘I remember your dad telling us all those old fairy tales when we were kids,’ Sora said. ‘After all the adventures we’ve had… it’s strange to think we sort of became one ourselves.’

‘They’re not always as fun to live as they are to hear…’ Kairi remarked, almost to herself, ‘when you don’t know if there’ll be a happy ending after all.’ Her eyes grew distant, drifting aimlessly down the row of apple trees. ‘I… I still remember waking up at Hollow Bastion, seeing that Keyblade in your chest… And then how you–’ she started, but then faltered, unable to bring herself to say what came next.

Sora gently placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She still seemed lost in thought, not meeting his eyes. ‘I know what you mean. But we did get one, didn’t we, Kairi? It took a while, and we’ve had to find each other again and again, but now you’re here. And thanks to you, I’m here. We’re finally together, and nothing is ever going to change that. That’s the best ‘happily ever after’ I could have wished for.’

The pair were alone, the trees standing sentry around them, but his voice grew softer all the same: these words were just for her. ‘All that doesn’t really matter anymore,’ Sora continued. ‘What I mean is… what matters is that we’re here now. That means it was all worth it.’ He took her hand, interlacing their fingers. ‘Back at Hollow Bastion, when I saw your eyes open just before mine closed, when I knew your heart was safe… it was worth it, Kairi.’

She finally looked up at him. Sora hoped his eyes conveyed the sincerity of his words: It had all been for her– and it had all been worth it, every moment. Every time Sora got to see her sweet smile, got to hear her lovely laugh, it was worth it. And now, he wasn’t just connected to her across the worlds by promises and oaths– if he wanted to find Kairi, all Sora had to do was reach for her hand. How was that not a dream come true?

A small smile forming on her lips, Kairi gave him a look of such love and gratitude that Sora knew she felt the same. ‘It just makes our time together now even more precious to me,’ she finally said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. ‘I’m never going to take this for granted.’

Sora decided then to gather her into his arms and bring her close, her head resting in the crook of his neck, his cheek on her soft hair. ‘You know,’ he started after a pause, ‘I have to admit, when I heard Snow White’s story, I got a bit jealous.’

Kairi pulled back just enough to shoot him a quizzical look. ‘Jealous?’

‘Yeah, of Prince Florian. All he had to do to wake up Snow White and save the day was kiss her– pretty nice deal, if you ask me,’ Sora explained. Kairi smiled, but her eyes were still a bit sad. So he continued, a grin spreading across his face, ‘Don’t know why I didn’t think to try that first…’

‘Oh, Sora!’ Kairi giggled, giving Sora a playful smack on his arm, her face brighter. ‘What, does that mean you thought about kissing Ven at some point, too?’ she countered.

‘I was getting so desperate to find the Power of Waking, I just might have!’ Sora replied, and they both laughed again. Keeping one arm around Kairi, he took a bite from the apple still in his hand. It was crisp and fresh, and amazingly sweet– it was just right, like everything else in this moment.

Suddenly, with a smirk on her face, Kairi plucked the half-eaten apple from Sora’s hand. She lifted the fruit to her lips, holding Sora’s gaze as she took a large bite next to where he’d just bitten, a small drop of juice running down her chin as she chewed. All Sora could do was watch her, hopelessly mesmerized. It was bold, yet playful– Kairi to a T. Before Sora’s brain could fully resume normal functioning, Kairi said, feigning innocence, ‘What? Isn’t sharing fruit kind of our thing? It’s no paopu fruit, but still…’

Staring into her eyes, the radiant sunset bathing them in soft, warm light, Sora grew bold himself: They’d spent so long in silence, so long apart, why waste any time? He’d fought so hard to find her, to come back to her, over and over again. She was right here– if he wanted to kiss her, what on earth was there to consider? Sora reached a hand forward to cup her cheek, wiping the juice from the corner of her lip with his thumb. Kairi let the gentle pull of his thumb part her lips. ‘It is pretty good,’ Sora said, ‘but… you definitely taste better.’ And with that, he lowered his head and kissed her. He heard the sound of the apple landing on the ground, utterly forgotten, as Kairi’s arms wound around his neck.

And Sora had to admit, kissing Kairi felt pretty magical– Maybe those fairytales were onto something after all.

But of course, the distant sound of Aqua, Ven, and Riku calling out in search of them forced the pair to break their kiss, albeit begrudgingly. Sora expected Kairi to step away, pick up her basket, maybe call out to their friends– but she didn’t. She stayed as she was in Sora’s arms, one hand resting on his shirt, over the scar. Sora could feel his heartbeat racing under her touch. When she looked up at him again, something in her eyes was different. Still happy, but mixed with something else– not just happiness, but a determination to be so.

‘This is a pretty large orchard,’ Kairi remarked, her eyes bright. ‘Our friends probably won’t find us for a little while longer…’

‘We’d better not make them wait too long, or Axel will use his chakrams to–’

Kairi grabbed Sora’s hoodie with both hands and pulled him back down to her lips. For a moment, Sora stood frozen, eyes wide with shock. But as she melted into him, his eyes fluttered closed and he wound his arms around her, each kiss between them less ‘Fairy Godmother Friendly’ than the last. Traditionally, in all those fairytales, the heroes only ever got one ‘True Love’s Kiss.’ Sora considered himself the luckiest prince of all time– he had a never ending supply.

Twilight Town was always just that– hanging in perpetual dusk. So Sora really didn’t know how long he and Kairi spent like that, lost in laughter and kisses and caresses beneath the trees. But once their friends’ voices grew dangerously close, Sora and Kairi managed to untangle themselves, wiping swollen lips, readjusting ruffled clothing, and fixing disheveled hair (not that Sora’s hair had been tidy in the first place– and Kairi burst out laughing when she realized her attempts to smooth it didn’t do much good, either). As Kairi called out to their friends, Sora picked up her basket, now full of delicious looking apples, and the pair began to head back toward the orchard entrance. They probably hadn’t gathered the most apples– and he was sure their friends would point that fact out– but Sora didn’t care one bit. He wouldn’t have traded this day for anything.

‘Hey Kairi?’ Sora said as they walked, ‘For the record, if I’m ever in a fruit induced coma– or any other kind of coma, really– feel free to make out with me, in order to revive me. Thought I should say so, you know, just in case.’

‘Oh, really?’ She teased back. ‘I’ll make sure to tell Donald– you always complain he never uses Curaga when you need it.’

‘What? No! Ew, gross!’ Sora blanched as Kairi dissolved into laughter. But when his eyes found hers again, he couldn’t help but smile.

As her giggles died out, she replied, 'Okay, I’ll remember that… But that doesn’t mean you can go throw yourself into danger so I’ll kiss you better!’

‘I can’t help it– when you kiss me, I feel like I can do anything,’ Sora answered simply. Kairi’s eyes widened at his remark, and she ducked her head as her cheeks bloomed pink. Sora beamed. He may have been laying it on her thick, but Sora wasn’t lying: He had true love on his side– the most powerful magic of all.

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#sokai day 2021 #sokai #kairi #sora #I'm new to this ship but absolutely obsessed #here is my humble addition to sokai day :)#sokaiday

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natashacoco · 3 years

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Hi angel, here's my request!

Flo and reader have mutual friends but aren't close since both of them are always traveling, till one morning when Florian wakes up at his friends house after this party and has a massive hangover, he walks to the kitchen and finds reader baking something for the guys and after some chit chat they just click. The end of the story it's up to you, steamy or fluff I simply adore your writing, she could take care of him or something. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I love this request! Here you are babe, hope you love it! And happy New Year’s Eve/New Year. Got this done just in time for the end of the year.

Florian Munteanu x Mutual Friend! Reader

The scene in front of you was something straight out of a Hollywood party scene. The night was slowly trickling into the early hours of the morning, a few stragglers littered here and there as you and your girlfriends made it back to the rented Airbnb. You passed by a large body passed out in the lawn, chuckling as you walked by at how crazy the party seemed to have gotten.

You’d just recently gotten home from taking a solo six month long round the world trip. You had saved your money for two years, researched, planned and counted the days and hours until you finally set foot on the plane to your first destination. To say that the time spent abroad was something you’d not only needed, but accomplished on your own was a feat. You were able to do this on your own, and now nothing was out of the realm of possibilities for you and your future.

The girls had all decided that a night out on the town was needed as a welcome home celebration, especially considering you’d made it home in time for the New Year. You all had dressed to the nines, outfits, hair, makeup, everything was on point. You’d gone out to dinner followed by hours of dancing and drinking at the newest and most exclusive nightclub in town until you decided to call it quits for the evening.

One of the girls boyfriend had rented out the large home as a mashup of a New Year’s party and apparently some kind of party for somebody, you’re not exactly sure who the person is but it must be something big for them to go all out like this.

Following the rest of the girls into the house, soft music is playing off in the distance somewhere, empty bottles of alcohol, cups, plates, and other miscellaneous items are strewn about. You even notice a bra hanging off the banister of the stairway.

You all make your way into the kitchen, pouring yourselves a drink and continue the vibe set before in the evening. You notice another tall guy, this one dressed in a white tee and jeans and a chain that captures the light and makes it hard for you not to stare at him. From the look of things, he is completely plastered in the corner, using his hands like little guns and giggling like a schoolgirl and you can’t help but to laugh. A few of the guys end up joining you and you all catch up, relaying tales of your time abroad.

A short while later people start to head to bed, or find places to sleep. Remembering the guy in the lawn from earlier. “Hey, you guys do know that there’s some big ass white boy in the front lawn right?” You ask, wanting to make sure that he’s accounted for, or at least know he’s there.

“When you say ��Big Ass White Boy’ are you referring to Florian or somebody else?” your friend Lorenzo asks.

“Don’t know a Florian, so maybe?” you reply.

“You know Florian, Romanian-German guy, tall as a house, corn fed and built like a eighteen wheeler, any of that sound familiar?” he questions.

You look at him with a confused face, nothing of that making any sense to you with that description.

“He’s Mike’s friend, the guy who played Viktor Drago opposite him in Creed II, and he just got cast in Marvel’s Shang-Chi.”

“Oh right, right, right. That guy, I haven’t met him-met him. I think I was told about him in passing, or we always seem to miss one another at parties or get together” you reply.

“I saw him earlier over in the corner, I think he was doing some gun things with his fingers or whatnot. I think I took a video, here, take a look” you friend Cristina says, pulling out her phone and pulling up one of her Snapchat stories. You take a look and immediately recognize the guy from earlier. You look through the stories and see some of his other hilarious drunken shenanigans and tell them that the man you mentioned earlier wasn’t him.

“The guy in the lawn is Masias, one of Sandro and Florian’s friends, more like brother. I think the guys are getting back at him for pulling some kind of prank. Just leave him out there, he’s too big for him to carry” another friend, Theo, replies.

Sleep starts to take over and the last of the party goers decide to call it quits for the night. Those of you who are staying at the house make your way upstairs to begin your nighttime routines. On your way upstairs you see a few guys sleeping on the couch and notice Florian among one of them, his large body taking up a large portion of the couch. An idea comes to mind and you go in search of the linen closet.

Finding a few blankets, you grab a stack and head back downstairs to those sleeping, placing them over each of the bodies to make them comfortable. When you reach Florian, you shake out one of the larger blankets and place it over him. You must have done something to momentarily startle him from his sleep because his eyes snap open suddenly in a sleepy haze.

“Wo bin ich? (Where am I?)” he asks in German.

“Shh, sorry to wake you up, go back to sleep, yeah.” you whisper and nod your head, tightening the blanket around him.

He nods his head in agreement before he closes his eyes and settles into a more comfortable position before falling back asleep. You grab the last of the blankets and make your way outside to the lawn and place it over Masias, making sure that he’s as comfortable as comfort gets for somebody sleeping outside. Heading back inside, you finally make it to bed and settle in.

You wake up early the next morning despite only getting a few hours of sleep, your body still not use to the current timezone you’re in. You decide to get up, the cry of breakfast foods pulling you out of the warmth of your bed.

Making your way down to the kitchen, you rummage through the fridge and freezer until you find some food. You decide on making pancakes, eggs, hash browns, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, juice, the entire works. You look outside the window, taking a sip of your drink and are amazed to find the now dubbed Sleeping Giant still asleep outside.

“What are you looking at?” a deep voice behind you asks, startling you into giving off a high pitched shriek, almost throwing your drink in the air.

You whip your head around to face the voice and have to crane your neck up to face Florian, his eyes lit up with curiosity as he looks down at you.

“Um, there’s a guy who is currently sleeping outside, he’s been there since last night and I’m just surprised to see him still out there.”

He looks past you to peek outside the window and starts to laugh. “I was wondering where they ended up putting Masias” he says. “I better go and get him, I’m sure the hangover and all the pics the guys took of him is going to be worse than anything else.”

“Oh don’t worry, the sprinkler system will be turning on in about 5 minutes,” You reply. “But I was planning on manually turning them on in about 3.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his entire body shaking until his laughter starts to sound like some kind of sprinkler system. He wipes at his eyes with the back of one of his large hands and when he’s done laughing, he turns back to the window just as the sprinkler system starts to pop up from the ground and the entire lawn is sprayed with water.

“Well it looks like I may have been wrong about the sprinkler timing.”

Masias’s head pops up in confusion, just as water is sprayed in his face. He gets up quickly, shouting and what you can only come to the conclusion of swearing in German before he looks around at his surroundings to see where he’s at.

Florain runs outside and helps Masias inside, the two of them laughing hysterically. When they return, the three of you start to plate your food and make your way to the kitchen table. The smell of the food permeates throughout the house and soon enough others join you all.

Florian ends up sitting next to you, multiple plates all but licked clean as the two of you get to talking. “I’m Florian Munteanu, by the way” he says, “I don’t think I introduced myself to you earlier.”

“You were a little busy, it’s okay. I’m Y/N Y/L/N” extending your hand out to his larger one to shake it.

“Wait, YOU’RE Y/N?” he asks, his eyes going wide in shock.

“Yes. Why do you say it like that?” you question.

“Oh, it’s, it’s just that everybody is always telling me that we would get along if we met, and every time it seems to happen it seems like we always end up missing one another somehow. ”

“Yeah, life somehow turns out like that, but look at us now, we finally met.”

“Honestly, last night when I saw you I thought I was imagining things, imagine my shock when it turns out I wasn’t actually crazy. I’m glad that we finally got to meet.”

“It may have taken us some time, but we made it., it only took us what, 84 years?” You say, referencing The Titanic.

“84 years and worth the wait. Plus, it’s not at a better moment in time I say.”

“How’s that?” you ask.

“It’s New Year’s Eve Y/N, what’s a better start to the New Year than getting the opportunity to get to know you, and I fully intend to get to know you, if that’s okay with you?”

“I would really like that.”

The two of you continue talking throughout the morning, the both of you talking about some of your favorite New Year’s traditions, him telling you about some of the Romanian traditions, such as tossing money into water where people wash their hands, him giving a little sample of Plugusorul and Sorcova-songs that wish good luck, happiness and success for the New Year. You tell him of your own New Year’s traditions, those from your own background and ones you’ve come to make on your own, and something deep down tells you that somehow you and Florian will be making even more in the New Year’s to come.

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