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tainted-liquor · 9 months

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'You love me'✧˖°

Arachkids x Reader! TWs: I don't think there are any Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles ! W/C: 1080 A/N: Sorry if Gwen is a lil ooc, I really don't write for her that much lol. FIRST REQUESTTTT EUUUGHH!! /pos

Miles Morales

You watched as your boyfriend paced around his room, occasionally walking up the wall as he ranted about some sort of 'Villain-of-the-week", laying flat on your stomach on top of his bed as he hung upside down from his roof. You chuckled to yourself as an Idea manifested in your head, raising yourself up slightly. "Hey, Miles."

"Huh-...Yeah? You need something, love?" He snapped out of his trance and turned to face you as he dangled from the ceiling. You inched closer to him, analyzing his confused expression as you cupped the sides of his face within your hands, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to his lips at a slightly awkward angle. He may have been there physically in front of you, but as soon as he felt your soft lips on his he was gone. He quickly returned the kiss, gently cupping your face in the same manner that you had cupped his.

When you pulled back, Miles gave a small frown before quickly fixing his expression. He already felt himself missing your touch, quickly pulling you back in before you could even think.

"What was that for?"

"Cuz I love you, Miles."

Hobie Brown

Now Hobie was a slightly different case. He more than likely preferred having two feet firmly planted on the ground, and was more than likely not home. Being Spider-Man and an infamous music artist took up most of his time, so there were some days when he really just...not home. So here you were in the middle of the night, bundled up in his bedsheets half asleep and missing your beloved boyfriend. You heard the front door to his canal boat open as you heard his familiar East London dialect muffle itself at the front door

"I'll see you guys later. Gonna check on the missus."

You heard him shut the door as quietly as the door would allow him, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floors. The bedroom door creaked open as I slowly rose up from my comfortable position on my side. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw that I was partially asleep, wasting absolutely 0 time in apologizing for waking me up. "Sorry, lovey. Didn't mean to wake ya." He beamed as he looked down at me from the side of his bed.

"You didn't bee...don't worry" you sighed while simultaneously leaning upwards towards the punk. "Can you do me a favor though? Pleaaaase~?"

"Yeah love whatever you-...No." Hobie immediately knew what you were talking about as soon as he saw your eyes gravitate toward the ceiling. Despite being the Spider-Man of his world, he was very afraid of hanging upside down for longer periods. He said it felt 'suffocating and made him dizzy.'

"C'mon, I haven't seen you in two days I wanna kiss my man." You pouted, turning away from him and crossing your arms against your chest. Hobie let out a long sigh before walking up the wall and standing perfectly still on his ceiling. "There. Happy?" He grinned as he placed both hands over his hips.

"Very." you smiled as you eagerly smashed his lips into yours, attempting to hold the kiss as long as possible due to the possibility of it never happening again.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Your boyfriend, Pavitr is Spider-Man. Now of course he didn't tell you just yet, but everyone in Mumbattan knew. The hair, the clothes, the horrible faux deep voice, it was completely obvious to everyone but him. Not that you minded though, if anything you found his cluelessness cute. So when you sat on the ledge of a rather tall building fidgeting with your phone, In came your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from above.

"Hey Mer-" He cleared his throat quickly, forcing his voice down an octave before carefully selecting his next few words. "Hey, you really shouldn't be sitting this close to the ledge! I think you might want to move back juuuust a smidge!" he reasoned, the white-painted eyes in his mask narrowing shut, indicating that loving smile you'd see every time he was out of his mask. You scooted back on the ledge slightly, looking up at the slowly spinning spider as he dangled from an even higher ledge. You fought back giggles at his slight hypocrisy, before answering with a small

"Why thank you, Spider-Man! What would I do without you here to protect me!" You joked with a barely concealed chuckle. You reached out towards him, gently taking his upside-down face into your hands. Pav didn't mean to lean into your touch so easily, it was just so hard to keep up the façade of not knowing you. It became clear at that moment that you knew who resided under the mask when you pulled the soft fabric up over his nose, pressing a small kiss to his lips before pulling back with your usual smile. His face grew slightly pink as he watched you walk back into your building, giving him a small wave and mouthing "Bye Pav!"

Gwen Stacy

It was a relatively warm morning as you went for your daily walk on the streets of Brooklyn. Around this time your girlfriend would normally be on patrol, on the lookout for any crime or anomalies. So instead of dwelling on her abscence, you made your way to the nearby abandoned bridge. You made the space as comfortable as possible, kicking away any debris or stones before sitting on the ground and scrolling through social media on your phone. You heard a small thwip noise above you, looking up to see your girlfriend standing en pointe with her arms crossed on the side of the bridge above.

"Hey Gwennie!" You called as she walked down the pillar of the bridge, bringing herself closer to you so you didn't have to shout. "Hey!" She said as she pulled off her mask to reveal that beautiful smile of hers. "What are you doing all the way over here? Shouldn't you be on your walk?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah, normally. Just wanted a change in scenery" you shrugged as you stood up, craning your neck to look up at the sideways spider. You beckoned her closer, giving a short and simple kiss as she looked at you with blown pupils and the most furious blush you've ever seen. You watched as she slung her mask back on, covering her face with her hands and webbed away. She was so adorable

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ur-dad-satan · 5 months

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Dinner Time Distraction (Smutshot)

MDNI!! Explicit material

!!Contains oral (Both receiving and giving), F!MC (she/her), female genitals, r1ding, male and female orgasms, "face painting"!!

MC was sat in her room playing a game on her D.D.D. when she received a text from Lucifer.

She sighed and got off of her bed. She knew this would be a difficult task, but seeing as Lucifer asked so kindly and he would be giving her food, she would do it without complaint. She slid on some house shoes and made her way to Beelzebub and Belphegor's shared room. She knocked on the large door, and waited until she heard someone say come in. When she walked in, Belphie was nowhere to be seen, and Beel was shirtless on his floor in the middle of a workout.

"Hey Beel." MC said and closed the door behind her.

"Hey MC." Beel started between grunts. He was covered in sweat, and he looked so good.

"I didn't know you were working out. I kinda wanted to hang out with you." She walked toward Beel's bed and sat on the edge watching him as he did pushups. The sweat on his body made his back muscles look utterly sinful.

"That's okay. I'm almost done so we can hang out." Beel replied in a cheery yet out of breath tone. MC let out an 'okay.' and watched Beel finish his pushups. Finally, the orange haired demon clad in sweatpants and no other visible clothing, stood up and took a sip from the large water bottle on his nightstand. Feeling eyes on him, he turned towards MC with a quizzical look. She was unashamedly staring at Beel which caused him to blush a bit.

"Sorry for staring. You just... Look really strong." MC said snapping out of her trance.

"Thank you." Beel smiled and walked over to his and Belphie's bathroom to wipe the sweat off of his face. "So, what did you want to do, MC?" He asked from in front of his sink.

"Umm, I actually don't know. We could watch a movie or something." MC suggested. She was so distracted by Beel, that she forgot what she wanted to do at first and just said the first thing that popped into her head.

"Sounds like fun! We can use my laptop!" Beel said walking back into the main room. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a muscle shirt to put on, then plopped down on his bed. Grabbing his laptop, he sat against his headboard and pulled MC up next to him in a half hug.

Not long into the movie, Beel looked up and inhaled deeply. MC did the same and smelled food cooking. It smelled delicious, but MC knew that Beel wasn't allowed in the kitchen.

"Wow, something smells really good. Maybe I can get a small taste." Beel said and paused the movie. Before MC could say anything, Beel was off of the bed and walking towards the door. MC, knowing what Lucifer would do to her if Beel disturbed him, hurried off of the bed and stood in front of the door, blocking Beel from leaving.

"You can't go." She stopped him. A confused look overtook Beel's face, and he tilted his head adorably.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because Lucifer will get mad at both of us. I told him I would keep you occupied so he can have some peace while cooking. But I did want to hang out with you anyway!" MC ranted.

"But I already smelled the food. I'm getting hungry." Beel pouted. MC knew that if she let Beel out, he would eat Lucifer's ingredients before he could finish the meal. Despite this, MC knew that she could use this situation to her and Beel's advantage.

"I can help you get your mind off of the food." She suggested.

"How?" Beel asked. MC motioned for him to come closer to her with one finger. As soon as he leaned down, MC grabbed his shirt and pulled him away from the door. She led him back to his bed and made him to sit down once again. She straddled his lap and put her face impossibly close to his.

"Is this okay?" She asked lowly. Beel nodded his head as a blush spread across his cheeks.

"Yes." The orange haired man said in a breathy tone. MC closed the tiny distance between their lips. She put her hands on either side of Beel's face to deepen the kiss, while Beel's hands found themselves on her thighs very close to the edges of her shorts.

As the two kissed, MC's hands ran from Beel's face to his neck, then in his soft hair. Beel's hands run up and down MC's thighs, each time they crept closer to her ass. The atmosphere was heating up and MC was lost in the moment; she absentmindedly grinded down on Beel's lap to get some friction. A low, growl like moan caught in his throat which only turned MC on more. The more Beel moaned, the wetter MC's panties became. After making out for a little bit, MC pulled away and started to kiss down his jaw and neck. Beel's large hands moved to squeeze MC's ass and she moaned into his neck.

She guided him out of his shirt, then gently pushed him into the bed with a mischievous grin. She kissed and nipped down Beel's chest making sure she would leave a few marks. No one would see them but him and her. She continued to kiss lower and lower on his body until she got to the waist band of his pants. The loose fabric of the pants did absolutely nothing to hide the large and obvious tent.

"May I?" MC asked innocently through her eyelashes. The sight of it was too much for Beel to take; with a flash of orange light, he was in his demon form. He looked down with his own mischievous grin and let out a rough 'yes'. MC hooked her dainty fingers around the fabric and started to pull. Beel was always a big guy; not only was he taller than all of his brothers, but he was also more muscular than them all in his normal form. Being in his demon form just made his whole body larger and MC had no complaints.

Beel was laying back on his bed in nothing but his boxers while MC stood up and started to strip out of her comfy clothes that she had been wearing. When she was only in her bra and underwear, MC knelt on the ground between Beel's legs. The giant man propped himself up on his elbows to watch MC's eyes glow in arousal as she stroked Beel's hard dick over his underwear. He tried to hold back the moans in his throat, but a few slipped out at her touch.

"That feels so good, MC." Beel smiled. "But I'm still thinking about that delicious smelling food." Beel smiled a toothy grin knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Well, then let me fix that." MC said suggestively and pulled his underwear down just enough to grasp his big hard dick. Slowly, she licked a fat strip up the underside of his cock causing him to shiver. She licked and teased the head and massaged his balls in one of her hands. She started to suck on the head and spit all over it. Beel started to whine in desperation for MC's hot, wet mouth and she obliged. MC took him deeper into her mouth and gagged, sending vibrations up the demon's spine.

Beel's eyes seemed to darken as his lewd moans and groans along with MC's light gagging and spitting filled the room. Beel was now sitting straight up and had his hands on either side of MC's face.

"You're so fucking beautiful MC. You look so good on your knees with my big cock in your mouth." Beel complemented. The praise made MC's rational thinking turn off and she immediately started using one hand to play with her own wet pussy as she sucked Beel's dick. She bobbed he head up and down as much of the thick shaft as she could and used her saliva as lube to stroke the rest of it with one of her hands. MC's mouth felt so good that Beel didn't want her to stop. In fact, he wanted the opposite.

"M-more." Beel groaned as his fingers moved behind her ears toward the back of her head and his thumbs strokes her cheeks. MC knew exactly what Beel was about to do and moved her hand from his shaft and too his balls instead, moaning around the hard dick in her mouth. "More!" Beel desperately called out once more before using MC's mouth like a toy. He maneuvered her head up and down deeper than she was at first, causing her to gag and him to moan even more. Almost as soon as he started, he stopped and moved her head out of the way.

"Why'd you stop?" MC asked after a small cough. They had only just started but she already looked a mess. She had saliva mixed with precum running down her chin to her chest and a thin layer of sweat dotting her forehead.

"So I can fuck your throat. But first," Beel said as he stood up and grabbed a pillow from near the top of his bed. He put it on the floor to protect MC's knees and pulled his boxers completely off. He helped MC up and put the pillow where her knees were before kissing her hungrily and taking the rest of her clothes off. His hands roamed MC's delicate body in an attempt to feel all of her.

"Fuck, your hands feel so good." MC moaned against his lips. Beel felt all over her body as they kissed; her thighs, her hips, her sides, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and then her face all had the pleasure of Beel's hands running across them in the strong sensual way he did. Gently, he pulled away and placed MC back on her knees in front of him.

"Ready?" He asked making sure he wouldn't take her completely by surprise. MC nodded and opened her mouth in response. She grabbed Beel's dick once more and began to use her tongue to play with the slit on the tip. If MC kept that up, he would cum way too quickly so he decided to hold onto her face once again, but this time he would start thrusting in her mouth. He started slowly, biting back moans as he did, but the friction and heat weren't enough. He tried pushing as far back into MC's throat as he could without hurting her, making her deep throat his cock. She gagged and her eyes watered because of his size. He pulled back so MC could catch her breath before he started to roughly fuck her mouth. His cock was hitting the back of her throat with every thrust and her eyes watered like they had never watered before.

Eventually, Beel noticed that MC was touching herself as he fucked her throat and wanted to help her feel as good as he was feeling. He pulled out of her mouth completely and allowed her to catch her breath before asking her a question.

"Can I eat you out while you sick my dick?" Beel asked.

"Absolutely." MC replied and stood up. Almost effortlessly, the tall man picked MC up and turned her upside down as she giggled and wrapped her legs around the back of his neck. Beel placed his arms securely around her mid-section before starting to gingery lick the sensitive areas of MC's pussy. She let out a moan of pure pleasure, a bit louder than the rest causing Beel to put his cock in her mouth to shut her up. Beel licked and lapped up all of MC juices as she whined and moaned around his thick cock. Beel was growing impatient and knew that he needed to fuck her.

"MC, I need your wet pussy on my cock or I'm not gonna cum." Beel said placing her right side up. MC took a minute to get reoriented before pushing Beel onto the bed gently. She hovered over Beel's lap with a grin and a flushed face.

"I thought you'd never ask." MC decided to tease Beel a bit, so she decided to grind her wet cunt up and down Beel's throbbing cock making them both moan. She let her hands roam up Beel's sculpted chest and back; up his soft neck with red marks near his collar bones where MC had licked, bit, and sucked to mark him as her own; and to his soft, red face that she held softly. Beel's large hands gripped and kneaded at MC's fat, squishy ass and guided her hips back and forwards on his lap until he couldn't take anymore.

"MC please put it in. I can't wait anymore." Beel said almost whiny. His fingers slightly dug into her skin as he kissed and sucked on her chest, leaving red marks to bruise. She captured his lips once more before pumping her hand up and down his hard cock making him moan into her mouth then finally sliding his big throbbing cock in her tight wet twat. MC threw her head back in pure bliss as both of them let out a moan from the deepest depths of their gut. Beel gripped MC's hips and moved them slowly. Up and down; up and down; forward and back; grinding against him.

"You want me to hold onto your horns?" MC asked between moans and gasps. Beel nodded his head unable to form any words. MC reached up to gently grab Beel's pleated black horns careful of the sharp point at the tops. As soon as her fingers so much as grazed them, Beel moaned again.

"Fuck! MC," He practically yelled, shoving his face into the crook of MC's neck to try to stay slightly quiet.

"Are your horns that sensitive?" MC asked; Beel nodded his head in response and started to kiss, lick, suck, and bite her neck and collarbone. "Will it overstimulate you if I hold onto them?" MC asked once more. Beel shrugged, ready to test out MC's theory rather than talk about it.

Beel stopped moving MC's hips for her so she could enjoy herself as well; MC took a moment to catch her breath, before readjusting herself, then grabbing onto Beel's horns and began slowly bouncing on his cock. The feeling was so good that Beel's wings started to twitch and chitter as his orgasm neared. Beel was almost overwhelmed with the sensitive nature of his horns being gripped onto and MC's wet tight cunt squeezing his big thick cock. MC moved her hands to the base of either horn where they grow from his head and brings Beel's head towards hers so she could kiss him again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Beel." MC moaned against his wet, slightly swollen lips. Beel nodded and wanted to hold out so MC could cum as hard as she needed to; and he knew exactly what would get her to cum. Beel planted his feet firmly on the ground and helped turned MC around to face away from him. He moved her feet so that they were on top of his knees. They readjusted a little more before Beel started to fuck MC from below. The sensation sent them both into overdrive and a chorus of moans, swears, heavy breaths, and skin slapping filled the room. Beel started slowly, savoring each stroke. He went from almost completely out, to plunged into MC's pussy. Neither of them would be able to cum like this and Beel knew that; he was just savoring the moment. Without warning, Beel sped up. He started to fuck MC as fast as he could making her almost scream in pleasure. Her hand shot down to play with her clit as she neared her orgasm so much faster than she thought she would. Between gasps and moans, MC stuttered out that she was cumming. In an instant, MC was coming with a geyser of squirt across the room. As her body trembled from her orgasm, Beel covered her mouth to quiet her loud moaning.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" She moaned against his hand and allowed her eyes to roll into the back of her head because Beel did not stop or slow down. He kept abusing MC's delicious pussy until he couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pulled out and placed MC on his bed so she could suck him to completion. The closer he got, the more his wings twitched and chittered making small noises as they rubbed against one another. In what seemed like two seconds, Beel was painting MC's pretty face with his hot white cum. Smiling, she let the viscus liquid run down her face and lick it up while Beel caught his breath.

"Fuck, MC. That was amazing. I love you so much." Beel panted out. A small smile was growing across his face. He helped her up on the bed a bit more comfortably before leaning in to kiss her only to have MC dodge him.

"Babes, I'm covered in your cum. I don't think you want to kiss me yet." MC giggled. Beel grabbed his once discarded shirt and used it to gently clean the guck off of her face. After all of it is off of her face, Beel kissed MC's forehead then lips. The two quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, then cuddled up in Beel's bed resuming the movie they had started earlier until Lucifer let them know that dinner was ready.

After dinner, Lucifer caught up with MC while she was making a cup of tea.

"MC, thank you again for keeping Beelzebub occupied while I made dinner tonight." He said handing her the honey she was reaching for.

"Of course! It was no problem." MC smiled. The sinful acts of a few hours ago and the sneaky glances shared between the two during dinner flashed in her eyes and back out.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you do it?" Lucifer asked. MC fell silent for a brief moment before speaking once again.

"It was a little hard, but nothing I couldn't take." MC smiled to herself before saying good night to Lucifer and retiring to her room for the night.

#obey me!#obey me mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me female mc #obey me smut

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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would there be any way the staff!reader could stay overnight in the gallery safely? without being turned into an art piece so everyone doesnt have to worry about losing them? maybe this reader, somehow hired to take care of and maintain everyone in the gallery, doesn't really have anywhere to go home to...?

honestly? i'd feel very protected if i had to sleep in an art gallery full of art + director that love and cherish me. after i get used to them being alive first–

BTW i hope you are safe, happy, stress-free, are eating well and drinking lots of water! have an amazing day whether you choose to answer this or not!! :D

Well, as long as you manage to make it clear that you'll never leave them, the gallery won't have to resort to turning you into a painting. I imagine living there would be the best way to do so actually. The topic will most likely come up again as you age or if you get seriously injured, but for the time they would be content with the arrangement and (somehow) work together to make sure you're given the same care that you've given them.

"Is Y/n comfortable?"

The question's accompanied by light snickering as the hands at work complete their mission. You wrestle against your binds, but their softness and the persisting presence of hands pinning to the mat as well as combing through your hair makes you still. You accept defeat physically - but you're not down for the count yet.

"Scavenger, I really appreciate your effort, but I need to check on the other floors before I get some rest."

The Scavenger only laughs more, yet there's a notable difference to its tone. While clocking out for the night and tending to the rest of your duties off-shift, you were ambushed by the painting and dragged back to the storage closet you slept in. Your own bedding had already been laid out; added onto by the various blankets, foods, and other comforts they had stolen for you. The Scavenger used said blankets to swaddle you in and has been trying for the past half hour to get you to fall asleep. It hushes you with a finger to your lips.

"Shhhh. Quiet. There are new rules to follow. New rules to keep Y/n safe. Once their shift is over, it's our turn to take care of them. Might get sick otherwise."

The Scavenger runs its blackened fingers across the dark circles under your eyes to prove their point. As you prepare your rebuttal, the storage room door opens. Your stomach drops seeing who walks in.

The Lady in White. Red clings to the tails of her dress like haunts of her crimes and a knife welt in her hand. Crimson decorates the blade, but it's not blood. On further investigation, its revealed to the remaining skin of the item resting on the plate in her opposite hand. Her face scrunches up in disgust as she looks at all the processed foods around you.

"Please, stop feeding my darling garbage. I've left them in your company because I believe its for the best for us all, but I am not afraid to cut you all down if I must."

She places a plate of apple slices on the floor. "The Rose has been growing these for you. It's not much, but its food. If I had the right ingredients, I'm sure I can make a proper dish with them. Use this to buy them for me, and whatever else you may need."

She sets a wallet beside the plate. At least she tried to scrape off the blood the time. As soon as she takes her leave, another member of the gallery enters the room. Two in fact. The Painter, and a newer addition to the team, Soleil. The living clock had a habit of leaving its parts about for you to find, but seemed to be in working condition as it cocks its head at you quizzically. Its companion stares down the halls with a worried expression; shocked when they look over at you.

"Oh, dear. You're still awake, Poppy? That's no good- no good at all. I came all the way from my workshop to capture your-... I mean, check on you before the Angel stopped by to play guard."

"I told you they'd be up. They're always up at this hour no matter how often I tell them the time."

"Quiet, you overgrown alarm clock. We need to let them get their rest."

Then wh..y aren't you?

Soleil jumps at the new voice, while The Painter merely slacks their shoulders. No hope in getting that perfect picture now. The Faceless Angel stands behind the duo. They have gotten better with speech since they first lost their face. Slurred, their deep and raspy voice is much clearer now with only the smallest hiccups when they speak for long. Singing and talk to you while you winded down for the night help their progress immensely. In their hands, they hold a bright pink rose which yips in excitement the closer it gets to you. The angel puts it next to your bed and takes a seat; acting as your guardian angel for now, and as long as you will allow.

With your alarm clock, guardian, and two slightly bothersome, but still caring paintings - your eyes start to grow heavy. You don't remember when you start to dose off, or how long you actually slept, but the time on Soleil's open chest reads 4am when you're woken by a gentle shake.

"Hey, Y/n. Sorry for waking you, but I lost my house keys. Can I sleep next to you?"

You mumble a reply your coworker takes as a yes. Anri snuggles up beside you, careful not to touch you aside from placing a hand over your arm. You'd save wondering how they got their hands on a new uniform in the morning.

With the gallery's residents returned back to place, the director shuts the storage room door with a prayer of pleasant dreams. It feels so good to know that you're home.

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apenguinbird · 5 months

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Animal familiars in NRC: Scarabia and Pomefiore edition.

(A continuation of this and this.)

Scarabia

Jamil: Parrot

I’ll take no criticism for this!

The parrot was actually one of the many animals Kalim’s family had. They found each other by accident back when Jamil was pretty young.

Jamil was very proud of himself for finding his familiar, it was even a parrot, like the one the Sorcerer of Sands had. His parents were horrified though, I don’t think the Asim family would have been bothered by it but his parents still ordered Jamil to not let anyone know about his familiar.

It wasn't until Kamil got his familiar that Jamil also totally found him too. Kalim was very happy for him though! He did always notice that parrot flying close to them, what a coincidence!

A great help for the kitchen and around the dorm… also a smart little spy.

The parrot can speak some words. Sometimes he likes to mess with other students.

Kalim has tried to feed him crackers in the past which Jamil has had to stop.

Jamil’s sister buys him little trinkets when they visit. She has even made come assesories with the feathers the parrot loses naturally. Jamil those keep some of them.

The parrot has saved Jamil from many insects in the past.

Honestly, that parrot is the only one in the dorm Jamil respects.

Kalim: Monkey

Again, no criticism.

With all the animals the Asim family had it was just a matter of time for Kamil to find him.

Instantly best friends, usually found on Kalim’s head or shoulder.

They had to teach him the proper diet for a monkey.

Kalim is actually very responsible with his family.

His familiar enjoys to play with his younger siblings but they can be too much sometimes.

That monkey LOVES shiny things, jewelry, coins, or paperclips, he will take it. A bit spoiled ngl, still a sweetheart though.

Also a little bit of trouble maker but Kalim is there.

They like to drink coconuts together.

“No, he didn’t do anything bad, look at his little cute face!” “Kalim, his hands are covered in paint.”

Kalim and Jamil’s familiars have the same dynamic as their respective mage.

Pomefiore

Vil: Albino Raven

A graceful beauty just like Vil.

Her name is Ivory.

Vil actually found her injured (albino animals don’t do well in the wild most of the time), the diagnosis didn’t look good but the raven pulled through, and Vil didn’t realize it was his familiar until after the bird fully recovered.

Has had photoshoots with Ivory in the past and Ivory is a natural for the camera and his followers love her.

Vil always makes sure she is on her best behavior and condition. Ivory loves to be pampered.

They have heard more than once about ravens being bad omens or something villainous, and they are so done.

Ivory helps Vil to make potions doing things like passing him ingredients and such.

“You wish you could be half as graceful as Ivory.”

Rook: Falcon

A scary duo, ready to hunt.

“My dear Faucon!”

If you are walking around campus there is a chance you will see a falcon staring directly at you. People say if you stare at it too much something bad will happen.

A great hunter just like Rook.

They used to go hunting together, they can no longer do that in NRC though, for the safety of other familiars and whatnot.

Nothing prevents them from stalking though!

Somehow the falcon has the same love Rook has towards Vil and his familiar.

Epel: Fox

Dang it Epel you messed up the bird theme the dorm had going on!

Back in his hometown Epel was really hoping his familiar was something strong and intimidating like a bear or a wolf.

He got a fox and was actually really disappointed he got a fluffy and cute little animal. Then he soon learned foxes are not animals to be messed up with. “You’re just like me fr.”

I can see his grandma knitting things for his familiar, also I feel like Grandma Marja would have a reindeer or moose as her familiar.

Once in NRC Epel had to teach him not to attack the familiars of other students.

Fun fact: Apparently foxes are rather fond of fruits, especially apples, they were destined for each other.

That little fox is a master at getting in and out of trouble.

Vil gave Epel a skincare (Furcare?) routine for his familiar too, for the horror of both Epel and his fox. His familiar has a very pretty coat now.

The fox is terrified of Ivory.

#twisted wonderland #twst #pomefiore #scarabia #jamil viper #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier

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mxnsterbabe · 1 year

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Male Minotaur/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,004 Tags & Warnings: mentions of injuries Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist | Link to Request

When Dimitris is injured on the job, he has to stay home and heal. Luckily for him, he has a doting wife who is more than happy to care for him.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you found yourself waking up to another day, your seventh morning since Dimitris, your beloved husband, had been injured on the job. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow on the bedroom walls, casting a comforting light over Dimitris' massive form as he lay asleep beside you. You studied his serene face for a moment before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his rough, furry cheek. He stirred ever so slightly but remained asleep, his breathing steady and deep.

Stretching your limbs, you sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you stood up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Dimitris, who was still recovering from his injuries. You knew he was resilient, but the thought of him in pain made your heart ache. Determined to help, you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you.

The floorboards creaked softly under your feet as you shuffled to the kitchen, still half-asleep. As was your routine, you reached for the small speaker on the countertop and turned it on, allowing the soft, soothing melodies of your favourite playlist to fill the air. The familiar tunes brought a sense of comfort and relaxation, a perfect companion for your early morning routine.

You hummed along with the music as you opened the refrigerator, scanning the contents for the ingredients needed to make Dimitris' favourite breakfast. You decided on a hearty meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a heaping side of fruit.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the background, as you cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them together with a fork. The sizzle of bacon cooking in the pan was music to your ears, accompanied by the gentle strumming of the guitar from the song playing in the background. Your movements were methodical and graceful, a well-practiced dance that you had performed countless times before.

As the eggs cooked, you thought about the five years you had spent with Dimitris. From the moment you met him, you knew that he was your soulmate, and your love for him had only grown stronger since. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and the challenges that came with being married to a minotaur, you had built a life together that you were proud of.

You plated the food and poured two cups of coffee, taking extra care to ensure that everything was perfect. As you did so, you found yourself smiling at the thought of Dimitris enjoying the meal you had prepared for him. You knew that your support was essential to his recovery, and you were determined to provide him with everything he needed. He would have done the same for you.

With breakfast ready, you balanced the plates and cups in your hands, making your way back to the bedroom where Dimitris lay sleeping. The soft music continued to play in the background, filtering through to the quiet bedroom.

As you settled onto the bed, you saw that Dimitris had begun to stir. His piercing blue eyes fluttered open, and he greeted you with a warm, appreciative smile. Setting the tray of food down on the bedside table, you leaned in to kiss him again. The feel of his soft, warm mouth meeting yours was as exhilarating as it had been when you first fell in love.

"How are you feeling this morning, love?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes.

Dimitris let out a soft sigh, but his smile never faded. "I'm not going to lie. I'm not used to sitting around like this. It's been a while since I've felt so... helpless."

You reached for his large, calloused hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard for you, Dimitris, but you need to rest and recover. You're strong, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

He smiled at your reassuring words, his massive hand engulfing yours as he gave it a gentle squeeze in return. "Thanks. I know I can always count on you to keep me grounded."

You smiled back, your heart swelling with love for this incredible creature who had captured your heart so completely. "That's what I'm here for. Now, let's enjoy this breakfast I made for you."

Dimitris chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You always know how to spoil me, don't you?"

You grinned, lifting the tray onto his lap so that he could enjoy the meal you had prepared. As the two of you ate, you chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. Honestly, while you were upset that he was hurt, you enjoyed the chance to be with him. His work as a police officer always kept him so busy, it was a rare treat to spend mornings with him like this.

Eventually, talk turned to Dimitris’ recovery. You didn’t put off asking about it, exactly, but you knew it was a sensitive topic. Still, you liked staying updated.

"So, how has the physiotherapy been going?" you inquired gently, trying not to push too hard but wanting to ensure he was on top of his recovery.

He grimaced slightly, taking a moment to swallow a bite of his eggs. "It's not my favourite thing. It's uncomfortable and frustrating, but it’s necessary."

You nodded, offering him an understanding smile. "I know it's tough, but it’ll be worth it in the long run."

Dimitris looked into your eyes, his expression softening. "I know it can't be easy dealing with me being all mopey. You know how much I appreciate everything, don’t you?"

You chuckled and nodded, reaching out to touch his arm. "Dimitris, I'm just grateful that you're recovering. I'd do anything for you, you know that. We'll get through this together."

He smiled warmly, the affection in his gaze making your heart flutter. “I couldn't ask for a better partner in all of this."

As you finished your breakfast and cleared the dishes, Dimitris expressed his gratitude once again for your unwavering support. You offered him a bright grin and leaned down to ghost your lips across his.

“I love you,” you mumbled against the kiss.

“I love you too.”

Once breakfast was finished, you suggested that both of you spend some time on the balcony, enjoying the warm sunlight and the fresh air. Dimitris hesitated for a moment, then agreed, knowing that a change of scenery would do him good.

"It sounds good," he said with a smile. "I could use some fresh air."

You could see the determination in his eyes as he prepared to get up, even though it was evident that the process was challenging for him. His sprained ankle was far from the worst of it - he’d slipped a disc in his back too, and he was covered in dark, nasty bruises beneath his thick fur.

You stood by his side, ready to offer your support as he carefully shifted his massive frame to the edge of the bed. His size and weight made the task daunting, but you were determined to help him.

"Take it easy, Dimitris. I'm right here to help," you reassured him.

Placing one hand on his back and the other under his arm, you gently guided him as he pushed himself up, taking care not to put too much pressure on his strained ankle. Once Dimitris was on his feet, you encouraged him to stretch his leg a little before venturing to the balcony.

"Let's do some gentle stretches before we head outside," you suggested.

You held onto him as he slowly bent his knee and flexed his foot, wincing slightly at the discomfort but determined to push through it. You offered words of encouragement and praised his efforts, letting him know how proud you were of his progress.

"You're doing great, love. Just a few more stretches."

With the stretching exercises complete, you carefully assisted Dimitris in navigating the short distance to the balcony, your heart swelling with pride as you watched him take those slow, lumbering steps.

"Almost there, Dimitris. The sun feels amazing today."

Stepping onto the balcony, you both took a moment to bask in the glorious sunshine, its warm embrace enveloping you like a comforting hug. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with the occasional fluffy white cloud drifting lazily by. Birds flitted about, their cheerful songs creating a beautiful song.

You helped Dimitris settle into a comfortable chair, propping his injured ankle on a cushioned footstool to alleviate any strain. You then cuddled in beside him, your hands intertwined, as you both soaked in the peaceful atmosphere.

"It's so beautiful out here," you remarked, taking in the sights and sounds of nature.

Dimitris nodded in agreement. "It really is. I can’t wait for a real summer."

As you leaned closer to Dimitris, resting your head on his broad shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, he wrapped an arm around you. He drew you nearer, and you were happy to lean into his embrace.

As you both sat there, listening to the birds singing their joyful melodies, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share this moment with Dimitris. The two of you cuddled together, enjoying each other's company in the gentle embrace of the morning sun.

You cosied into Dimitris' side, his thick black fur providing warmth and comfort that enveloped you like a soft blanket. The heat radiating from his body chased away any lingering chill from the morning air, and you felt safe and protected in his strong arms.

Dimitris seemed to enjoy the closeness as well, his chest rumbling with contentment as his large hand came to rest on your arm. His claws, though formidable and sharp, grazed gently across your skin, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers of delight down your spine.

"You know, I could get used to mornings like this," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You smiled, nestling even closer to him. "So could I, love."

The two of you continued to relax on the balcony, the sounds of the bustling world below fading into the background as you focused on the beauty of nature and the warmth of each other's presence. The sunlight cast a golden glow on your entwined forms, a testament to the love that had only grown stronger over the years.

Over the years, your love had only grown stronger, and in moments like these, it seemed as if nothing could ever come between you and Dimitris. The soothing sounds of nature and the warmth of your husband's presence began to lull you into a state of drowsiness. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself starting to drift off once more.

As you nestled closer to Dimitris, seeking the reassuring comfort of his embrace, he seemed to sense your growing fatigue. With a gentle smile, he adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were securely cradled against his broad chest.

"Feeling sleepy, love?" he asked softly, his voice a tender rumble that only served to deepen your drowsiness.

"Mmm," you murmured, too drowsy to form a coherent response. "Just so cosy and warm here with you."

Dimitris chuckled softly, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. "Sleep, love. I've got you."

With those comforting words, you allowed yourself to fully relax into Dimitris' embrace. The soft sounds of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze served as a soothing lullaby, while the warmth of Dimitris' fur enveloped you like a cocoon.

As you drifted off to sleep, held securely in Dimitris' loving arms, you knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, you would always find solace and strength in each other's love.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #tag: mxf #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: minotaur #tag: sfw

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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if you were in charge of the next seventeen concept what would you choose? please be specific/detailed lol💞

purely self indulgent and not realistic and this wouldn't work for a full comeback but i'd choose a one direction night changes style concept where we get a pov outing with them!!

it doesn't even have to be romantic but i'd love to see what kind of date each member would take us on

[this just turned into my dream date with them sorry]

in my mind, seungcheol would go full sugar daddy with an expensive meal and shopping and he'd buy way too much stuff that we know the members will steal but that's okay because they can't take what he bought you and that's all that matters 😌

jeonghan would take you to the lego store and let you pick out a set to do together but then he'd get annoyed at sharing and order another for you off of amazon

joshua would go with one of those classes where you drink wine and paint and you'd both get drunk and your paintings would be awful but you're in love so all is well

jun would go with a carnival or fair and do his absolute damndest to win you a stuffed animal and then get sad about handing it over so he asks you to coparent and you walk around the carnival swinging it between you

soonyoung would take you to a dance class and then out for drinks where he would get drunk on two vodka crans and then slowdance with you the rest of the night with his head rested on your chest

wonwoo would of course take you to a cat cafe to try to charm you with how much cats love him (it works) but unfortunately he wore a black turtleneck and he's literally covered in cat hair like it looks like a jacket but he's lowkey rocking it soooo

jihoon would take you to a brazilian steakhouse like i had in paper rings and you'd both eat so much meat and the gauchos would be both exhausted and impressed by you and eventually you'd be asked to leave bc you're both eating enough for a party of five

minghao would take you on a nature walk and surprise you with a tea ceremony in a little wildflower field a la twilight and you weave flower crowns together and gently place them on each other's heads and it lowkey feels like you just got married but you didn't right ?? right ?? (the faeries say otherwise)

mingyu would take you to a cooking class and he does so well and it's so cute how he blushes whenever the instructor compliments his knife handling and then you whisper how you'd like him to handle you and he accidentally knocks like half the ingredients off the counter

seokmin would take you to a musical but sing under his breath the whole time and you don't mind too much but the people around you do (not that he notices) and then he'd serenade you as he walks you home and his voice would echo off the buildings and be so beautiful

seungkwan would do drinks at a fancy bar before a spa night at home and you'd drink soju and carefully apply face masks on each other and watch fun bad movies and fall asleep on each other with the face masks still on (it was a peel off so the damage isn't too bad)

vernon would take you to a museum and you'd just stand next to each other and stare at stuff and move on when he said 'nice' and then go for a walk around the city and he'd take cute pictures of you and then when the time came for you to take pics of him, he'd just pose with the same exact face for every single one (you know the face)

chan would take you rollerskating thinking his skill on the dancefloor would help but he was wrong so wrong and you spend the night tugging him around the rink but it's okay because he got to hold your hand(s) and bought you sooooo much crappy concessions food

#✨emily answers✨#seventeen ot13 #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #ot13 x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen crack #svt crack

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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Fine Wine

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @chocochipcookie305 🥳 I hope your day has been absolutely amazing

I’ve been trying to post this for more than three hours but tumblr wreaked havoc on it. I hope there won’t be missing paragraphs and that the second half of the fic will actually show up this time.

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Shawn hadn’t shaven lately, and the consequence became evident when his stubble brushed across your chest as he stirred awake. His head was resting on your chest, specifically on your left breast as he faced right, the lacy pattern of your brand new lingerie imprinted on his rosy cheek. His lips suctioned onto your collarbone and he began sucking on the skin slowly and deliberately.

You opened your eyes with a groan, immediately recognizing how exhausted you were. It was only about ten AM, but you and Shawn had already had quite the morning. It was your birthday, just another excuse for your boyfriend to worship your body. He insisted you stay up until midnight, and the moment your phone calendars changed, he had withdrawn a small box from under the bed.

He was all aquiver as you opened it, practically shaking with excitement.

Your eyes grew wide as you shifted the tissue paper to see your gift. Inside the box lay a baby blue set of lingerie you had been eyeing, and shamelessly hinting at, for some time. It consisted of a top made of delicate lace that covered the bare minimum area of skin to be marketed as clothing, and bottoms that rode low on your hips and didn’t quite do their job in the back. Ribbon-like straps of the same lacy fabric connected the pieces abstractly.

The set flattered your body and accentuated your curves perfectly. You inspected your body in the mirror, not intending to be vain, but this was a level of confidence you had never felt from a lingerie set.

The moment you re-entered the room, Shawn’s eyes were all over you and twinkling mischievously, his jaw agape with awe. With a soft smile painted on your lips, you laid down next to him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you asked, “Does it look okay, baby?”

Shawn bit his lip and looked up at you with widened eyes, dilated with lust as he tried not to notice how close your breasts were to spilling out of the skimpy bra. He reached out for you, his hands hesitating midair as he decided whether to indulge his longings and allow his hands to roam around your boobs. Ultimately, his hands ended up on your shoulders, where he rubbed your arms gently as his sinful eyes continued to explore every inch of your body.

He made love to you until you were both too exhausted to continue and he fell asleep with his head on your chest and your arms around him.

Now he was awake and clearly still horny.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” he murmured lowly upon seeing your eyes flutter open.

“It’s almost like I haven’t heard that a hundred times yet today,” you retorted softly, stifling back a yawn.

“It is your birthday,” Shawn reminded you, “and I’m going to give you the most special day ever.”

“You make every day special,” you hummed softly, letting out a small gasp as his lips began to travel up your neck and to your jaw.

“Today can be extra special for my princess,” he responded absentmindedly as his tongue worked at a sensitive piece of skin under your jaw. “I have ingredients for cupcakes downstairs,” he informed you. “We should make cupcakes to celebrate you.”

You chuckled softly at his reluctance to leave the safe haven that was your bed. Clearly, he was far more interested in lapping at your skin and letting his tongue explore your mouth and face alike. Within half an hour of being awake, he nearly had an orgasm strictly from kissing.

Eventually, however, he prodded himself to get up and go downstairs. “And you’re coming with me,” he announced.

“I can’t go downstairs practically naked,” you protested meekly.

“Why not?” Shawn resisted the urge to lick his lips as he eyed you up and down.

“Shawn.”

“Good call, baby,” he said after a while. “Lord knows I’m too selfish to show you off anyway.”

Despite his words, he grasped your hand tightly in his and led you to the kitchen. In one swift motion, he swept you off your feet and set you on the counter, which felt smooth and cold under your bare thighs.

You were on the counter opposite the oven and stove, a sink to your right and further counter space to your left, which Shawn used to gather his ingredients. Box mix, milk, oil, and eggs, among various kitchen accouterments, were all piled up beside you.

After opening the box, he removed the bag of dry cake mix and handed you the box.

You read him the instructions one by one until he was finished. After each step, he took a lengthy pause to show you affection and gratitude through physical touch, words of affirmation, and every other type of romantic gesture.

When at last the batter was finished, he divided it into twelve rainbow cupcake liners and pushed the pan into the oven to bake. Satisfied with his work, he knelt before you and rested his chin on the counter between your legs.

His eyes were shamelessly aimed at your lacy panties, which tempted him more and more with every passing second. If he got any closer, he was sure to feel the wetness accumulating inches away from his face.

His expressive brown eyes gazed penetratingly into yours, telling you millions of words in a split second.

“What do you need, baby?” you chuckled softly.

“What do you mean?” he bristled defensively.

“Shawn Peter. You know. You only give me those horny puppy eyes when you want something.”

He considered your words for a moment before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “I want the cupcakes to be done so we can eat them,” he fibbed. “And frosting and stuff.”

By the time he was done talking, you could feel his nose brushing against the seat of your underwear. “Do you want to help me make the frosting?” he inquired innocently, his breath hot against your legs.

You agreed, but it turned out that his idea of helping was you holding a bowl while he dumped ingredients into it. He mixed the ingredients quickly…too quickly. A clump of frosting flew out of the bowl, landing on your upper thigh, dangerously close to the band of your lacy blue underwear.

You were about to wipe it off when Shawn removed the bowl from your lap, set it beside you, and bent over to lick the frosting off of your leg. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed the frosting smeared on his chin.

“I don’t think that’s quite sanitary,” you laughed, leaning forward to lick the smudge off of him, his stubble greeting your tongue.

“Your bare ass is on the counter.”

“Also not sanitary.”

He gave you a deadpan look before slipping his fingers between your skin and the band of your underwear. “No shit, honey. Can I have your pussy, please?”

The moment you gave your laughing approval, he descended on your CCCC like a vulture. It started with his hands, one hand dipping in and out of your heat and the other teasing your clit. Almost immediately, a burning sensation began developing in your core, and you leaned your head back against the wall to enjoy it.

Soon, he switched from fingers to his tongue. He made contact with your pussy and began lapping at it delicately like a cat lapping up a saucer of milk. The arousal pooling between your lips was like a pricey wine to him; he couldn’t get enough, no matter what cost it came at. Being greedy was out of the question, especially considering how rapidly the juices were replenishing themselves.

Your boyfriend’s nose nuzzled against your clit as he fucked his tongue further into you, and his soft groans joined your soft ahs in making an intimate symphony. All the while, he played with the straps of your bra, fingering them absentmindedly as the only command his brain sent out was to keep hitting the liquid gold.

All you could hear were his sounds as he ate you out, his tongue dipping in and out of you, and his gentle moans as he tasted more and more of you. The backs of your eyelids were all you could see, and your cupcakes were all you could smell. You could almost taste Shawn’s mouth on yours, latching onto yours as exuberantly as he was your pussy.

You could even feel his stubble against your lips as his mouth opened, closed, and moved to accommodate his adventurous tongue.

Everything was silent until you released the orgasm that had been brewing within you.

Shawn stepped back in surprise as your orgasm hit like a waterfall, moaning softly to himself as he watched, frozen in awe. He was unable to move as he watched the milky substance spill from your lips, over the countertop, and onto the floor. Your orgasm was almost finished by the time his boyish instincts took over. He knelt before you once more, licking up every last drop of the liquid gold.

He could feel his erect cock pressing against his underwear, begging to be relieved, but he sat there, his chin resting on the wet countertop, breathing deeply to ground himself.

“You’re like a fine wine, baby,” he said after a moment’s pause. “You taste better and better every day.”

~~~

Later that evening, after a busy morning and a bubble bath in the afternoon, you lay on your side in your own familiar bed as Shawn spooned you. He had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to French braid hair, and he was testing out his abilities as your favorite movie played in the background.

The urge to sleep was encroaching after barely having slept all day, but you fought to stay awake. The excitement earlier in the day had taken a toll on your energy and put a dull ache in your strained muscles, but you never wanted it to fade. Shawn dozed off every so often, his rosy lips falling open as he subconsciously kept the strands of hair separated. He would startle himself awake by snoring and continue the braids until he reached the ends of your hair.

“How do they feel, baby?” he asked, his voice tired and raspy.

You ran your fingers over the back of your head and traced them down the twin braids he had created.

“They feel good,” you replied, fighting back the urge to laugh. You could feel your uneven part and uneven hair sections even without a visual, but it warmed your heart to know that Shawn was proud of himself.

You heard the soft click of his camera as he took a picture and passed his phone to you hopefully.

“Pippi Longstocking?” you giggled. Your left braid was significantly thicker than the right one, and it practically stood on its own. The right braid was looser, complete with dozens of flyaways, but it laid much flatter than its counterpart.

“No!” Shawn protested incredulously. “I did a good job, baby.”

You rolled over and gave your boyfriend a bear hug, chuckling to yourself as you thought about how silly you must look. “I’m proud of your abilities, Shawn. Those hands can do anything.”

The innuendo was anything but lost on him. “Like what?” he pressed, puffing up his chest slightly. “I’m listening.”

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#Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes fluff #Shawn mendes smut #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn Mendes writing #shawn mendes fic #Shawn mendes fanfic #mendes army #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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saintunhinged · 2 years

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spooky season with nadia, julian, and asra

Asra :

everyone knows that one of his favorite times of the year is around halloween

he’s a magician, think about all the cool stuff he could possibly do?!

each night before the 31st, he’s more than excited to show you each new trick he’s been working on since the beginning of the month

he is literally the best at his mischievous scare tactics

“I have to make a run!”

sometimes he’d have a really convincing reason as to what he was making a run for

other times you knew he was up to no good

Asra sneaks in through the back door, hoping to catch you off guard so he could have a bit of fun with you

you’d be sitting down reading a book, then the next second something moving in the corner of your eye would catch your attention

illusions! you sometimes knew they were always illusions

and if it weren’t for the comforting sound of his faint and intractable laughter giving a telltale sign of his true location, seeing a headless asra casually walking past would have terrified you

you smile at his half-hearted attempt to frighten you

“You can come out now, Asra,”

the illusion of your partner disappears in a cloud of purple smoke

definitely his magic

you stare purposefully at the counter, waiting for him to reveal himself from behind it

you see the fluff of his white hair first

the tips of his fingers emerge on the edge of the surface next, as he slowly uses it for leverage to pull himself up

lively amethyst eyes find yours, and even with his face still hidden from his nose down, you know there’s a smile of mischief curling his lips

“If you want to scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

when he doesn’t move any further you take it upon yourself to get him up yourself, his eyes followed you the whole way

you’re shocked to see no body attached to his lower half!?!?

truly, the sight undeniably gave you the heebie-jeebies

you froze on the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from the half-person hanging on your counter

that is until you feel a pair of hands snake around your waist!

you nearly jump at the sudden contact that draws your attention

the image in front of you abruptly disperses with the same similar poof and swirling smoke from minutes earlier

this time you don’t have to turn around to be positive you found the real Asra, the familiar warmth radiating from him makes your sure of it

but you do anyways, just for the sake of it

“Really?!”

He erupts in a fit of precious giggles, and the sound quickly melts your heart

the stony expression you try painting over your face fades with each second his contagious laughing goes on

you can’t help but give in to the smile forming on your face

but little did he know, you were already thinking of a way to get him back

Nadia :

you leave ominous handwritten notes in various places around the palace

‘don’t go there!’ ‘I tried to warn you..’ ‘I saw what you did!’

to anyone who found the notes, it would appear it was specifically written for them

the servants and guards were growing paranoid not knowing who was behind it

soon they started reaching out to ask the countess about what was happening, but she immediately recognized your handwriting

“I assure you it’s nothing of the matter to worry about. It would seem someone’s having a little too much fun.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Nadia isn’t particularly engrossed with tricks and pranks

though it doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun of your own, but nothing too boisterous or outlandish

and it surely doesn’t mean she stays in the background during this time of year

she makes time for you and her to enjoy the seasonal festival she plans each year for the town

the event typically lasts two to four days, but you intend to make the most of the experience

in the middle of the night, while she’s sleeping, you tiptoe out of bed and into the palace kitchen

it takes a hot minute to find all the ingredients you require

but once you do, you start your night task of baking cookies in the shape of pumpkins and ghouls

since she’s always going something for you, you decide to surprise her with them the next morning

Julian :

TALES!!

Julian has so many spooky stories he’s eager to share with you when you sit together and carve pumpkins

some of them are creepy, and while you wish they aren’t true, he refuses to tell you if they’re made up or not

admittedly, Julian’s carving skills could use some work, but you’re more than happy to assist him with it

he gets you to join him in the yearly apple bobbing contest down at the Rowdy Raven

the rest of that night would end in one of you being intoxicated by alcohol, and having to be carried back home

every eerie place he can think of that serves a right amount of fright, Julian wants to visit

foggy churchyards, the deep dark ends of the forest, and even ghost towns

of course, he had a story to keep you occupied on the way there and back

his intention is never to scare you

or at least not too much

so if he sees it’s starting to affect you, he wraps a protective arm around you and tucks you into his side

“Fear not, dear! I will protect you from all the terror in the world.”

if you tell him you want to go home, he has no complaint against it

he guides you both back to the shop where you cuddle in the confines of your home

Julian goes all out on decorations, and with his raven familiar, Malak, flying around and cawing, it truly creates the perfect seasonal display

the pumpkins you spend your afternoons carving are placed thoughtfully throughout the shop and on the ground outside the door

Julian asks if you can use your magic to turn the flame completely red

you’re happy to do just that

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takuyakistall · 2 years

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indirect | ace trappola

Note: To be honest, I don't remember if I've posted this before but I found this in my drafts so...

One couldn't possibly think of Ace as a high schooler terribly in love given his personality and his tendency to stray away from such matters, especially after how his last relationship came to end due to his lack of commitment.

But, there's nothing quite like the moment someone realizes they're besotted with someone — like the first bite of something terribly sour with the blooming taste of sweetness that coats your tongue right after. Only to realize that you wanted more of that peculiar yet wonderous taste. One bite turns to two, and two turns to three, and so forth.

Ace was a victim of that familiar euphoria, and it struck him again mercilessly when he realized that maybe — just maybe — he liked you a bit more than he last checked. Were you always this eye-catching? How come you're the first thing he looks for when he enters the room? How come he gets embarrassed way easier now? No good, no good!

It must be—

"Hey! Twisted Wonderland to Ace? Are you still listening?" You waved your hand frantically in front of Ace. A cup of milk tea resting in your grasp before giving it a light whirl with your wrist, letting the ingredients spread out before punching the straw in. Ace snapped his head up as if he just woke up from a dream.

"Ahem," Ace cleared his throat. "What were you talking about again?"

A groan escaped your lips, frustrated at the lack of attention the redhead was giving you as you took a sip from your drink. "Since you weren't listening," snarkily, "I'll guess I have to repeat myself again."

"Oh, just shut it and tell me what you're babbling on about." He replied, just as annoyed. But you did well trying to convince yourself to be the bigger person when both of you were obviously childish around one another.

"I asked you if you wanted a sip from my drink." Ace eyed the drink in your hands — it was the weekly special drink from Sam's shop that he named "Love Potion" or something along the lines. Ace thought it was outdated given how February was over and the drink had all sorts of Valentine-esque elements in it. Not that he was too critical over it as long as it tasted good.

"Sure. My throat is parched from all the questions Trein-sensei shot at me." Ace sighed, taking the cup from your hands and felt his stomach conjure up butterflies when he felt your fingers brush against his skin. He calmed himself down quickly, making sure you weren't aware of the slight changes in his movements and—

Wait a second.

"Don't you have another straw?"

"Huh? Why so suddenly? We've always shared drinks like this before." You blinked curiously at his sudden concern.

"Well—I mean, don't you think it's kinda gross now that you think about it?" That wasn't the real reason why Ace was so hesitant drinking from the same straw you used. Maybe it was just him overthinking the little things that seemed huge to him. You furrowed your eyebrows at his response.

"Now's not the time to be picky. Just think of it as creating less trash."

Maybe it was really just him overthinking things because… don't they say this sort of thing counted as an indirect kiss? He always thought they were stupid but, today, he understands a fraction of the emotions swirling in his guts. Was he overthinking because he figured out he liked you? Were you so nonchalant about this because you see him as nothing more than a friend?

The last thought oddly irritated him.

He erased the remaining doubts inside his head and took a huge sip, trying to stop his cheeks from flaring up at any indecent thoughts that arose inside his mind. The cup was nearly empty when he was done as he aggressively handed you the half empty cup.

"You little—!?" You cursed underneath your breath seeing how much Ace emptied your cup.

"You gave me one sip! I just made the most out of it." He walked away with his back facing you to attempt the red painting cheeks. Unaware that you, yourself, felt your heart beating a little faster after your exchange.

"Geez… Why did he suddenly get all self-conscious? That's contagious…"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst writing #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul #twst ace #twisted wonderland ace #ace x reader #ace trappola #i just think writing ace is super fun

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blushstories · 2 years

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hi! i love ur writing sm, could i pls request a fluffy loki blurb? anything works, i just adore the way you write him <3

ahhh u lovely person thanku yes of course let's see what we can do <3

Loki's hovering. He doesn't know you know, but you've seen the emerald glint of his clothes in your peripheral vision. The strawberry cake mix in the bowl is almost perfect, and you've laid out the cases already. They're fancy, made slightly sturdier and with different patterns of green, red and gold polka dots.

"Loki?" You call, discarding dirtied ingredient bowls in the sink. "You're not subtle!" As expected, he glides around the corner of the kitchen, eyes slightly narrowed and hands behind his back. "Not subtle? I'll have you know that was on purpose," he frowns slightly, defending his failure to be elusive. "Of course," you agree, a knowing smile painted on your own face as you swipe spilled flour and sugar off of the counter top and into your hand.

"Strawberry cupcakes? Your favourite, are they not?" He asks. "You bet."

The bin's behind Loki's knees, but as you lean over to discard the dust in your hands, he catches your wrist, bringing it palm facing up between you. His eyes are a dead giveaway. The left corner of his mouth tugs up, a crease in his cheek. His grip is steady.

"Loki." You eye the sugary flour warily. "Yes, my love?" His voice, smooth as caramel, disturbs the grains in your palm. "Don't you dare." He raises an eyebrow.

With a quick puff, cheeks blown out for a moment, a cloud of deconstructed cake enters the air, a smattering landing across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. You hold your breath and close your eyes, pulling your wrist from Loki and wiping your hand down the front of your apron. Laughing lightly, for a moment, you wipe around your eyes gently before opening them. Loki's standing with a lopsided grin on his face, cheeks tinted pink.

"You have a little something..." he points to his own cheek, pulling the flesh between his teeth, highlighting his mischief.

"You're awful," you say, making your way to the open bag of flour. You move your hands as if you're tucking the paper into a seal, nonchalantly dusting the side of the bag. You glance at him as he studies the pink batter in your bowl, slipping your hand into the bag and grasping the soft powder in between your fingers.

As if you're skipping a stone, you launch the handful of flour at him; it explodes in a cloud of snow, floating around his figure before dissipating into the air.

The sleek black and emerald outfit he's wearing is dusted with flour over the chest, and his laugh rumbles through the room. "You have just declared war, little one," he said, his steps towards you slow and sure. With a flourish, in his hand appears an identical bag of flour to the one on the counter. So identical, in fact, you have to look twice at your own ammunition to see if it's been stolen.

Your jaw drops as you rush over to the counter to pick up the half-full bag of flour, cradling it to your chest and taking cover behind the island in time to watch a puff of flour fly past your head.

"Tony's gonna have our heads, you know!" You say, another handful flung in Loki's direction. At the same time, a mass thuds against your neck and the top of your chest, falling down the front of your shirt; you gasp, but promptly shut your mouth after tasting the raw flour tin the air. You hide again.

"Darling, I would let Tony gut me like a fish before he touched a hair on your head." His voice comes from the left, so you crawl to the right, attempting to sneak up on him. Your intuition fails you, however, as you find yourself face to face with the God himself. He's also on his knees, interrupted on his way to sneak up on you.

Quick as a wink, he dabs your nose, depositing a thick layer of flour onto the tip of it. You copy him exactly, a smile etched deeply onto both of your faces.

"Wish this was icing," you say. Loki chuckles, opens his mouth and --

"Loki! Y/N! Get in here, now!" Tony's voice echoes through the space, his predictability sending you into fits of stifled giggles.

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darkhymns-fic · 1 year

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“Are you worried about Lloyd?” Colette asked, her voice a soft reminder.

During a rainy day in Asgard, Kratos takes up cooking for the party. Colette notices quite a few things.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Colette Brunel, Kratos Aurion, Lloyd Irving Rating: G Word Count: 2747 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: I couldn’t get the image of Kratos making seafood stew out of my head and this was the result. May or may not be a dad reveal.

It rained quite often in Asgard, Kratos noticed. The city was built on hills and uneven land, and the caverns full of archaic paintings and carvings were nestled within the mountains. Along with the wind that the city was famous for also came rainfalls and thunderstorms. On its worst days, there was even danger of flooding, with many people who lived on the lower levels having to seek higher ground.

But today, it was a semi-gentle rain, the start of a summer shower that could ruin a sunhat or soak through a bedroll that wasn’t set up underneath some cover. Kratos spared a glance through the inn’s kitchen window as he watched the raindrops fall onto the stone stairs, on the half-broken walkways above, on the fallen pillars that the villagers simply walked around. The moss growing and re-growing on it was already several decades old, the rain making it glisten in what little sunlight could peek through the clouds.

He heard the kitchen door swinging open, followed by the sound of unsteady footsteps.

“Mr. Kratos, I got the pot cleaned out!” Colette was holding the gigantic iron cookware in her arms as it hid the lower half of her face. Kratos could only see a pair of blue eyes peek out over the rim, topped with brilliant yellow hair. Such a sight vanished when she predictably tripped.

It was routine at this point in the journey. Their travels consistently took them over rugged terrain, through the rapidly changing weather that foretold the decline of the world. Kratos tugged the pot away from Colette while grasping her shoulder to keep her standing. “Thank you, but it is fine to ask for help, Chosen.”

“Ah, right. I’m sorry.” Colette laughed away the stumble, even as a flush rose to her cheeks. “I’m just excited to try your cooking. What is it you’ll be making again?”

“Seafood stew. It’s a very basic recipe.” Kratos placed the pot atop the wood stove, while Colette went to retrieve some of the pre-filleted fish that had been placed within an icebox. “Though the ingredients would be easier to acquire back in Palmacosta.”

He already reached for the fish Colette handed to him—the tuna, specifically—to season with the pepper. She then dutifully stood nearby, seeming so fascinated by his actions that it made Kratos a little self-conscious.

“The meal shouldn’t take too long.”

“Oh, I know! Sorry, is it weird to stay in here?” Her tone held that same politeness when they had first met back at Iselia’s temple, but now with a familiarity to it. He supposed that was only natural after months of traveling together, and with her proper nature already easing once Lloyd and Genis joined the group. “I wanted to see how different this is from Dirk’s stew.”

His hands paused just momentarily, in mid-cut of the fish’s meat, before they resumed their task. “I must say I am not familiar with the culinary arts of dwarves. It truly must be unique.”

“It’s the only meal I know that has all sorts of pretty gems inside the food!” Colette just supplied the information with no question at all, and certainly did not see Kratos raise an eyebrow at the words. “Lloyd’s tried cooking it himself, but he can’t always find the right gems, and just plain rocks don’t work as well. But he still makes it really tasty.”

Do children in Iselia regularly eat meals like this? Kratos instantly wondered in slight horror. Perhaps it was because he had not been in Sylvarant for over a decade, so it could very well have become a custom now… He cleared his throat, already imagining a gem stuck in his throat and feeling uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry to say that I don’t have a taste for that personally. I prefer fish.”

He gave no thought to what he said, but the giggle that followed was light. “Hehe, is that why you know this recipe?”

Kratos poured a few tablespoons of olive oil into the pot, the fire already heating it up. “It’s an old recipe from Luin that I learned many years back.” He could still recall the sizzle of the vegetables in the early evening, the scent of the grass as he and another would lay out blankets on the ground so that they could eat peacefully, the weight of the bundle in her arms as she shushed it to sleep.

The nostalgia that suffused his thoughts was sudden. He paused again, then reached for the red snapper to also season thoroughly.

“I haven’t cooked this meal in many years, so I may be a bit rusty.”

And yet, he had wanted to cook it again, after all this time.

Colette was still by his side, hands clasped behind her, eyes intent. The rain continued to patter against the windowsill. It was the sort of sound Kratos would unconsciously sharpen his hearing for with his Exsphere. The soft, repeating thumps against those age-old pillars, sinking into the moss, or trickling down the stone’s face to fall to the earth beneath.

“Are you worried about Lloyd?” Colette asked, her voice a soft reminder.

He sighed to cover up the surprise he felt. “I’m mostly worried that he is taking a while to get back with the vegetables. I’ll be unable to cook this meal as intended otherwise.” He needed the onions to give the meal any decent flavor, the radishes and carrots to make it more filling and give the stew its brothy texture. But he hadn’t given much thought that the rain would make Asgard’s uneven terrain a bit more treacherous to walk over. It was likely the stone walkways that led up to the grocers was now slick with the water as well, and Lloyd did tend to be careless…

Colette gently tapped his shoulder, once again taking him out of his thoughts. “Chosen?”

“You know, Mr. Kratos, it’s okay to say you’re worried about him.” She smiled again, looking out the window as well, at the high cliffs where the windmills blew with the force of the small storm. “I think he’d be happy to hear that.”

Leave it to the Chosen, to Colette, to render him speechless. Kratos cleared his throat, gathering some of the water for the pot within a wooden cup. “I would only hope he’s not distracted from his task.”

Still, was it that obvious?

Colette had an astuteness about her that he couldn’t fail to notice. Even after awakening the first seal, she had kept firm to her role, utilizing her angelic abilities with quick skill, most likely from years of studying the texts from Cruxis. And even now, she showed her interest in a meal he was making that she had no way of tasting at all.

So far, no one else in their group had caught onto her lie. But Kratos continued to prepare the meal, mincing the garlic to fry at the bottom of the pot. The urge to apologize to her for not thinking to cook earlier in the journey nearly left his tongue. It would have been useless to say, would have brought up too many complications. Even if he was quite sure that the Chosen suspected he was more than a wandering mercenary who had appeared at just the right time.

She was certainly different from the last one he had accompanied. And the one before that, and the one before. But, the quiet air Colette sometimes had around her echoed all of the past Chosen in many ways.

He pushed the memories aside. Useless to think of them again.

“Do you also know how to cook pescatore?” Colette asked, her eyes still so curious. “My father used to make it a lot but with flounder.”

Another unexpected question from her, but Kratos was more prepared for it this time. “I don’t tend to like the sauce used for it, so I never really learned it.”

“Oh? You mean the tomato sauce?”

“Yes.”

And, perhaps, that wasn’t what he should have mentioned at all, because he saw a light within Colette’s eyes that had always been flickering. Now they brightened, like the stars shining through a veil of clouds.

“So just like—”

By then, the kitchen door burst open with the force of a hurricane, rain spilling inside and already drenching the carpet that had been laid out on the floor. The sound was so loud that Kratos nearly dropped his knife in the middle of chopping.

Kratos had been so focused on the rain that he hadn’t heard Lloyd himself until it was too late, his head already ringing from the boy’s very, very loud voice.

“I’m here! I got the other vegetables! They’re kinda soaked though!” Lloyd was panting, the paper bag he carried completely drenched, threatening to let the items inside break through and fall. “Ugh, I’m soaked now…”

Kratos noted how Lloyd tended to exaggerate some things, but he truly was drenched from head to toe. The odd white ribbons that trailed from his collar were heavy with moisture, along with his boots. His red jacket hung from his shoulders, as if now twice its usual size.

It was almost déjà vu for Lloyd to walk forward and also nearly trip, but it was Colette who saved him and the falling burden he carried. She quickly placed the paper bag full of vegetables on the counter, then turned back to face Lloyd, hands placed over Lloyd’s shoulders.

But Kratos saw the soft smile lift her lips, the joy leaving her voice. “Oh, your hair!”

A groan left the boy. “Don’t remind me. This is why I hate the rain.”

“Aw, but it looks so cute on you.”

Lloyd shook his head like a wet dog, making Colette laugh then. Usually spiked up, his hair now fell over the front of his face, effectively covering his eyes. He pushed aside one part of it to look at Colette and Kratos with at least half of his gaze. “It’s not that cute if I can’t see… It made walking around way more of a hassle.”

Questions hovered on Kratos’ tongue, such as why did Lloyd simply not wait for the rain to pass, or could he not just tie back his hair? But in the end, he was the reason Lloyd had even gone outside in the first place—and he was grateful for any kindness Lloyd afforded him.

“I trust you’re not hurt then,” he said. His tone came off flat without any intention.

Lloyd raised his head to Kratos—or in the general direction of him, still trying to see through the sheet of wet hair. “Uh, yeah! I’m fine. Sorry I was late. But I got double the ingredients, just in case!” Lloyd nodded in pride, while somehow getting even more hair over his face, instantly making him frown again.

Colette helped by pushing his hair back, but not too much. She kept a few strands hanging down, her grin stretched wide.

Well, she enjoys this, Kratos thought, already used to the pair’s affection.

“I simply needed the regular amount, but thank you, Lloyd.” It certainly was a lot of vegetables when Kratos checked the bag, but they were indeed all there. He took out one of the onions first, proceeding to peel off the outer skin. “I apologize for sending you out in such rough weather.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad,” Lloyd said, oblivious to the fact that he had been complaining loudly about it not even five minutes ago. “But since you’re cooking for once, I wanted to make sure we had everything we need!” He shook his hair out again, the water sputtering the fire within the wood stove.

“…Maybe you should dry up before dinner,” Kratos helpfully advised, trying to shield the cooking pot from more of Lloyd’s shakes.

“Agh, I know! Sorry.”

“I think we have a towel here,” Colette said as she searched the kitchen’s pantry and found one of the soft fabrics nearby. She quickly draped it over Lloyd’s head, hands pressed against it as she helped him dry. “It’s like drying a puppy!”

Perhaps for the first time, Kratos saw such bright red completely fill up Lloyd’s face. He typically didn’t get embarrassed with Colette, but perhaps with the rain and with Kratos being witness to them both, he was a little more self-aware. “Colette, come on…”

“Hm? Is there something wrong with what I said?”

“Not really, but you know… I’m older than a puppy!”

That brought another smile to the Chosen, but as she continued to dry Lloyd’s hair, she paused. She stared right into the boy’s face, all while Kratos let the onions sizzle and then went to chop the carrots next.

In the heated kitchen, with the crackling fire and Lloyd’s clothes still dripping rainwater to the floor, he stuttered, “W-What is it?”

“…You look similar.”

It was the way she said it that made Kratos turn, that made him look at Lloyd as well. Brown hair still fell over Lloyd’s forehead, drier now. But with the pale sunlight that streamed in through the window, it colored his hair into something brighter, his fringe slightly pointed, slightly unkempt.

Kratos, to his shame, had not recognized his son until he had heard Lloyd’s name being spoken aloud, and continued to doubt until he faced that grave out in the wilderness. But now, as Lloyd blinked at Colette, his hair looking much longer now, falling against his cheek, Kratos could also find that resemblance.

Colette quickly looked over at Kratos, then back to Lloyd, a light shining in her eyes.

The Chosen had always been astute.

“Similar to what?” Lloyd asked her, left out of a secret he had no idea even existed. “Are you going to tell me I look like another dog you found?”

Colette was still drying his hair, slower and more focused. Her right hand shifted to move the fringe away from his face. “Hm, would it be bad if I said yes?”

“Well, it beats looking like a turtle when I sleep.”

“You could be both,” Colette teased. She now draped the towel over Lloyd’s eyes, giggling at his whines. “Now I need to put you and the doggy side by side to compare.”

“Then he must be a cool-looking dog!” Lloyd countered. And soon, there was his own grin and laughter, because no matter how out there Colette’s conversation topics were, Lloyd would gladly follow along.

Kratos felt a bit more at ease then, but still wondered at Colette’s thoughtful gaze. Maybe it had just been his imagination. It was certainly no secret that Colette adored dogs and befriended every stray they met in the cities they passed through.

She couldn’t possibly know for certain, Kratos mused as he threw the sliced carrots into the pot, along with the fish so that everything could boil. That is, unless she was just hiding the fact…

…And if so, was she also calling Kratos a dog then with her comparison?

“Hey, that smells good!” Lloyd called out, leaning over to check on the simmering stew that was packed with fish, vegetables, and spices. His hair was now a little frizzy from all of Colette’s drying. “It’s not beef, but fish is like my second favorite!”

“You should eat other foods besides red meat for a good balance of nutrients,” Kratos found himself saying. “I’ll make sure your bowl has enough vegetables, since you brought us extra.”

“…I give you a compliment and you tell me that?”

Colette reached to take Lloyd’s hand, pulling him towards the kitchen door. “We should tell the others about dinner and let Kratos finish cooking. Also, your clothes are still really wet!”

Lloyd didn’t argue, except with another whine about his wet jacket and how damp it felt. Still, just before they left through the door, Colette looked back to Kratos, then said to Lloyd, “At least with Mr. Kratos’ cooking, you won’t ever have to worry about eating tomatoes.”

“Huh?” Lloyd’s confusion was so stark, even as he was led by her hands that held tight to his loose sleeves. “Wait, does he not like tomatoes either?”

Lloyd tried to turn back to look, but the door shut by then. Both of their voices faded as they went further into the inn.

Kratos topped the stew pot with the lid, then let out a great sigh.

Colette Brunel was very astute indeed.

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angelfishofthelord · 2 years

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the first commandment

Post 15x03 Castiel tries to find his own way to bring Jack back.

Characters: Cas, Sam. Oneshot, 2k

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“I am the Lord Your God who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery. You shall have no other gods before me.”

Exodus 20:2-3

Blood. Burnt red between tongues of fire. Glass shivering in the seams of the window frame.

(It’s not demons, Dean. I’m pretty sure they were taken as spell ingredients)

Ashes. Parting at the entrance of the night air. Latin vocalizing in a low, steady current.

(I’m not--Rowena only taught me a little, okay)

Candle wax hanging like chandelier crystals. Someone. Sitting cross-legged in the back of the room.

(Yeah, of course I’ll call if need backup--go back to your moping)

Eyes. No mistake of the moonlight or flashlight can cause that. Eyes. Unearthly blue.

“Cas--?”

Sam stumbles forward. His heel knocks into one of the candles on the floor. It collapses face forward, the stream of white wax and sputtering flame illuminating the crimson lines on the ground. A sigil that stretches all around him. Sam hears the person rising to stand and instinctively flicks his gaze back up. The death grip he has around the hilt of his angel blade hasn’t been released.

Castiel stands there, blood painted thick over his entire face. And arms and bare chest. His eyes are a screaming ocean. “What have you done?” he asks, low and lethal.

Sam feels the slickness of the angel blade sliding from his fingers and clattering to the ground.

one week ago…

“I’m telling you, Dean, it’s not a ghoul. Yes, I checked--would you let me finish?”

“Don’t whine at me. You’re the one who refuses to leave the Bunker.”

“Exactly. Liver and heart removed, but they weren’t ripped out. It was almost…surgical.”

“I doubt Hannibal would want thirteen-year-old meat.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! It’s not demons.”

“I’m pretty sure they were taken as spell ingredients.”

three days ago….

“So get this. They found the missing cattle. But the blood was drain--no, not vegan vampires.”

“Can you turn off the TV while I’m talking to you? Or at least turn it down?”

“The cow bodies were buried. What vampire--”

“--no I didn’t smell sulfur or any--”

“Whatever they’re summoning, it’s big. They’re not just making some basic hex bag.”

“I’m not--Rowena only taught me a little, okay?”

twelve hours ago…

“I think I’m close. I’m getting some food right now, yeah.”

“It’s not going to be Chuck, okay? I don’t think he’d kill just two cows to get our attention.”

“Okay, I know, but I really gotta get going--”

“Probably by tomorrow afternoon? Don’t wait up, Mom.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll call if I need backup--go back to your moping.”

“What did you do?” Castiel asks, low and lethal.

Sam feels himself drop the angel blade. Like his muscles have gone slack in the shock of seeing him--here--how he is here? It takes less than a second for Sam to pull his drawstrings back together. He bends down to retrieve the angel blade while still maintaining eye contact with the angel. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

Castiel’s eyes dim, like a waning light bulb, and he blinks a few times before they return to looking normal. The hardness in his gaze doesn’t waver, though. He pierces Sam with that look before he turns around and moves to a three-legged chair in the corner. Sam watches him shrug his white dress shirt on like his back isn’t still dripping with blood. He doesn’t bother to button it up; instead he comes back to where Sam is rooted and bends down, blowing out the small circular candles one by one.

“What are you doing, Cas?” Sam finally manages.

Castiel throws him half a glance. “Go home, Sam.”

Sam shakes his head. Like he can dislodge the coherence that the pieces in his head are forming. “You--you dug up those bodies.”

“I would have returned them and set the graves in order if the police hadn’t arrived.” He blows out the last small candle, leaving the crackling bowl of flaming twigs the sole source of light in the room. “I meant their families no distress.”

A thorny, enormous knot grows in Sam’s stomach. “The cows…?” he asks, desperately hoping for an incredulous answer of no of course not what do you think of me.

Castiel kneels over the burning bowl and shifts with his bare hands through the bundle of twigs. The galloping flames make the dried trickles of blood down his chest look warm and wet. “They were going to be slaughtered for meat. They would have died either way.”

Sam drops down so that he’s directly across from the angel, the fire dividing them. “Cas--talk to me. What are you trying to summon? Why--what are you doing this for?”

Castiel stares at him coldly. “Do you really need to ask?”

Then he moves his hand over the bowl, extinguishing the brilliance in a single breath.

The room dips into threadbare darkness. Sam fumbles for his flashlight. He can hear Castiel moving around the room, somewhere ahead of him. When Sam finally turns his flashlight on he traces the beam across the floor to where Castiel is standing by the crippled chair. The angel is studying a piece of parchment that looks fragile enough to combust if it’s folded too tightly.

“This is about Jack,” Sam says slowly.

Castiel flinches but doesn’t look back at him.

“Cas…” Sam moves forward, cautious yet steady. “We all miss him, but this isn’t--”

“Do you?” Castiel keeps his eyes on the parchment.

“Do I what?”

“Miss him.” He finally lifts his head to face Sam. “Or do you wish that you’d succeeded in imprisoning him for eternity?”

Sam bites his lower lip. He’d forgotten about that. Not deliberately. But some much had happened between that--Chuck’s betrayal, Jack’s death, the rupture of Hell, Rowena’s death, even Lilith’s return--that he hadn’t taken the time to remember what happened when everything was on the edge, right before it all plunged into the abyss.

“I--I--”

Castiel returns to studying the parchment with a small hum of confirmation. It’s unfair. Sam wouldn’t have let Jack stay in that coffin forever. He wouldn’t have. He just. Wouldn’t have. “I wouldn’t have made him stay there.” It comes out too loudly. Like he’s trying to shout over his own doubts. “I--I--we fucked up, Cas, okay? Me and Dean, I mean,” he clarifies quickly. “But you know what Jack was like at the time. He was dangerous, he didn’t a soul--”

“He was a scared child.” Castiel wheels on him, crowding into his personal space. He’s practically spitting the words. “He wasn’t emotionless. He tried to bring Mary back as soon as he realized what he’d accidentally done. He tried to make angels to help Heaven. He tried to tell me he loved me. He-he just needed to feel safe.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam says. He really is. He moves a hand onto Castiel’s shoulder. “But what you’re doing isn’t right, and I’m sure you know it, too. You can’t go around killing animals and digging up graves for whatever resurrection spell you’re trying here.”

Castiel stares at Sam’s hand like it’s an affront and steps back coldly. “You’re in no position to tell me what I cannot do to bring back my family.”

The spiked knot in his stomach returns. “I-” Sam licks his lips and tries again. This is Castiel. He can talk to him until he understands. Until he comes home with him. “I-I know what it’s like to lose someone, Cas. I’ve lost so many over the years, and it never gets easier. But you know that these kinds of things don’t come without a price. I’ve learned that the hard way.”

Castiel re-enters into frame. There’s an softness around the outline of his face. “I appreciate the understanding.”

Then he raises two fingers before Sam can duck out of the way.

Blood. Warmth dancing in tongues up his face.

(They were going to be slaughtered for meat. They would have died anyways)

Ashes filling his nostrils like air. He exhales before his vision fully clears.

(Do you wish you’d succeeded in imprisoning him)

Stormy sky eyes. Candle wax dripping off uplifted fingers.

(You’re in no position to tell me what I cannot do)

Sam makes a lunge forward to reach Castiel and finds that his limbs cannot move. He looks down quickly but he isn’t bound. He is, however, surrounded by a sigil in blood. It’s Enochian. He doesn’t recognize it, but he doesn’t need to understand the symbols to know that they’re immobilizing him.

Castiel sits on the ground at the cusp of the circle again. The bronze bowl is swimming with fire. The movement of the angel’s lips never stop. Not when Sam screams his name until it becomes a howl. Castiel only ever pauses to lift a leather satchel from the other side of the room. Then he returns and sits back down. He lifts the satchel high and empties the contents over his head. Blood splashes downward, like an open wound weeping from forehead to knees.

The contents of the bronze bowl sizzle as Castiel’s eyes grow brighter, that blinding celestial blue filling up the room. Sam squints but doesn’t look away. He twitches every muscle in his body, trying to find some niche where the sigil’s hold might be weaker and he can loosen himself.

Then Castiel stops chanting. His breathlessness is even louder.

A two-headed figure materializes in the center of the three-layered sigil.

“Janus,” Sam exhales at the same time that the angel says the name. The Roman god of endings and beginnings.

“What service bid you me to do?” Janus says gravely.

“I offer you a trade.” Castiel rises up, head slightly bowed. “Give me Jack Kline. His time in this world was unnaturally shortened.”

Janus’ neck creaks. One head rotates around so the other is facing forward. “Whose time offer you me in return?”

“Mine.”

“No!” Sam yells. His neck can move. It feels impossibly short even as he cranes it as far as he can. “No, no, no, Cas, stop--”

Janus eyes the angel critically. It’s a pause long enough to last a millennium.

Castiel ends the suspense by dropping to his knees. “Please,” he begs, bloodied fingers clinging to the hem of the god’s robes. “You can have my grace. It’s made from divine power. You can drain me right now, and have my life, too.”

“Cas--don’t!” Sam feels his lips splitting. “Don’t do this!”

Janus tilts both heads slightly. Then Janus descends to Castiel’s eye level and lifts his chin up with one finger. The burning twigs throw shadows over Castiel’s pinched and blood-streaked face. “What morsel of power offer you me?” Janus clucks his tongue, chiding. “Divinity has long forsook you.”

“Wait, I can offer you better. I can find you--” Janus disappears mid-sentence “--more power,” Castiel finishes faintly.

“No,” Castiel whispers, hands dropping to the ground. He stays there on all fours for a second before his chest rises. “NO!”

His arm swings, knocking the bowl across the room. Sam barely dodges in time as the bowl sails past his ear and then lands on the outskirt of the sigil holding him. As the flames spread across the ground Sam feels tingling in his toes and fingertips. The fire is burning through the sigil.

Castiel screams again, and the entire warehouse trembles. The angel is sweeping his hands over the ground, hurling candles against the wall like handfuls of dirt. Sam wiggles furiously, trying to regain enough feeling in his body to move forward. Castiel roars and Sam’s skin prickles with the rise in air pressure. The angel punches the ground hard enough to cave in the concrete. Then he slams his fist down again and again and again.

Sam finally regains enough feeling to stumble over, just as the sickening crack of bone sounds out.

Castiel doesn’t stop pounding the ground. His hand flies up and down, a flash of blood and white. Sam latches onto his arm and tries to pull him back, but the force of Castiel’s blows almost knock him off balance. Sam grabs onto Castiel’s ellow with both hands, weighing him down like an anchor. The hold barely lasts for more than a few seconds. It’s still long enough for Sam to see that Castiel’s knuckles are cracked open. His broken wrist bone is poking through ripped skin.

Sam quickly shrugs out of his jacket and then runs over to get some of the twigs from the discarded bowl to make a temporary split. He doesn’t know how slow Castiel’s healing powers are working but it’s better to wrap it up than risk infection. When he comes back Castiel has returning to stampeding his injured hand into the hard face of the ground. Sam has to jerk his arm away repeatedly until he finally stops and stays still.

The flashlight sits in Sam’s lap as he tears strips from his jacket and winds them around Castiel’s wrist. The skin is already starting to stitch back together but there’s still so much blood. The angel is turned away from him, his body twisted half around, but Sam doesn’t need to look at him to know that he’s crying. It’s the only sound in the room right now. Giant, gasping sobs.

When Sam is finished cleaning and bandaging the wounds he rests his fingers lightly around the uninjured part of Castiel’s arm. “Hey.”

Castiel doesn’t respond.

Sam brushes the back of his hand over his eyes. Clears his throat. Tries again. “Hey.”

Nothing.

“What other gods have you not asked yet?”

Castiel turns around slowly, surprise dawning in soft light over his tear-streaked face.

#my spn fanfic #seraphcastiel #thisisapaige #userda #feathersforcas #userbon #universalcas #offbeattraxx #slipper007 #spxcekya #greatcometcas #dadstiel #spn fanfic #spn s15

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SJM Crackshipmonth: Date Night

Baking Love

Day twenty-six of crackshipmonth, with the ship: Morlain! Enjoy! For @sjmcrackshipmonth

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TW: none

Mor invites Elain over to teach her how to bake. Elain agrees, not knowing that Mor intended this to be a date

Elain smoothed her dress, righted the bag on her shoulder, took a deep breath and knocked on the white door of Mor's apartment. It took a few moments until she heard footsteps inside, nearing until she heard a click and Mor opened the door standing right in front of Elain. "You're here!" She chirped, embracing Elain. "Come in, come in." she said, stepping aside. Elain walked past her, grabbing into the white bag that was long on her shoulder and pulling out a bottle of wine. "I stole this from Rhysand’s cellar."

Mor threw her head back and laughed, taking the bottle. "I knew I liked you and this," she clucked her long, red painted nails against the bottle, "this is the proof. Follow me, I'll show you the kitchen!"

Elain followed her, surprised to find the kitchen relatively big and open. Mor immediately got two wine glasses while Elain put down her bag, retrieving the ingredients. "Why are you suddenly so interested in learning to bake?"

Mor stopped for only a second, then she cleared her throat and said, "It's kind of a funny story." she filled their glasses and only continued when she pressed one in Elain’s hand. "I was going home after a night out at Rita's and, you know, I craved cookies. I had to have these cookies but no bakery was open and I didn't have anything at home. I was super drunk but I remember that I thought If I could bake, I could just make them myself. I mean, why not? It won't hurt to learn, right?" she laughed, sounding a little nervous." Well now here we are. You are my savior."

Elain laughed softly, feeling her cheeks heating up. "I guess we shouldn't waste time then and start. I wrote down some easy recipes for you from the recipe book in the river manor."

Mor's face lit up and she opened a cabinet, "What do we need? Bowls?"

"That would be a start." Elain giggled, helping Mor find the utensils they needed. They had to improvise with a few things but nothing dramatic. Mor promised her that she would get the right utensils the next day, winking at Elain, telling her that she would never turn down an opportunity for a shopping spree. As they weighed ingredients and mixed them together, they spilled a few times. Admittedly, most was Elain’s fault because for some reason, she was nervous and Mor's proximity didn't make it easier. The blonde didn't seem to mind tho, not in the slightest if the amusement in her expression was any indication. They both went quiet by the time Elain rolled out the cookie dough. There wasn't anything to explain that Mor couldn't learn from watching, which she did, intently.

"How is Feyre?" they both asked at the same time, then chuckled.

"I thought you just saw her this morning?" Elain said first, taking a glass from Mor's cabinet that she would use as a cookie cutter.

"I did," Mor confirmed. "I was only there for about half an hour before I had to go to a meeting for the palaces, representing Rhys. They all seemed to be good, Feyre and Rhys a bit tired and Nyx was a little grumpy because he was hungry. But overall they seemed good. Happy." Mor sighed. "What about you? You live there."

Elain nodded. "I do but I was out the bigger part of the day, helping some elders to maintain their gardens. When I came back I just quickly got ready and went right here."

Mor nodded, "Alright." she smiled brightly. "What's next? Decorating?"

Elain giggled. "No, you first have to bake the cookies. But you can already preheat the oven while I cut out the cookies." she said, "Or do you want to cut them out?"

"It's fine, I can do the next round." Mor told her as she put down her wineglass and turned to the oven. Together they did a quick job of putting the cookies on a tray. Mor rolled out the rest of the dough and cut out the remaining cookies while Elain put the first batch in the oven. Then they just had to wait and sat down together. "I can't wait to do this with Nyx on Solstice."

Elain took a sip of her wine, then put the glass down on the table in front of her. "Me neither." she sighed, watching Mor.

Mor propped her hand on her fist, watching Elain in return. "I'm really grateful that you're teaching me how to bake."

Elain looked away, "It's nothing." she said, playing with a strand of her golden-brown hair. "It's what friends do."

Mor slightly stiffened beside her, "Yeah, that's what friends do."

Elain straightened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume that we're friends, I just thought–"

Mor's eyes widened and she shook her head, "No, mother above, that's not what I mean. I just– I–" she sighed. "Never mind that but you are my friend. I didn't mean to come off like that."

"Please," Elain said, taking Mor's hand, "Please tell me."

"I– Well," Mor flipped her golden hair behind her shoulder, "I hoped you would see this…as a date."

They stared at each other for a moment, "A date?"

"Yes."

Elain blinked, letting her hands fall into her lap. Her eyes fixed on Mor. "Okay." she said, surprised that she meant it. Elain wanted this to be a date. Yes, this was a date. Elain smiled brightly, "Okay," she echoed.

"Really? Are you sure?" Mor asked.

She laughed. "Yes, yes I mean it. I promise." Elain beamed. "And if we want to keep this date free from any catastrophe, we should look at the cookies."

Mor jumped up, "Shit!"

Elain’s laughter echoed through the apartment.

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#well. first of all. this is so. bittersweet #like screaming and crying and throwing up on the floor etc #second of all. maybe i'm looking too much into this but. #it's interesting to see that there's blood splatters on tenzo's face /and/ his mask #if i recall correctly. the mask covers his happuri as well #the implication that tenzo lost his mask during battle. put it back on presumably /still/ in battle. continued killing #idk. just hurts #like something something anbu work forces him to feel more comfortable wearing a mask and conforming to a nameless org and set of ideals#and forgoing individuality #or like. something something maybe he feels worse that his face got 'stained' because it's basically a reminder that 'cat' and 'tenzo' #are one and the same and not two distinct entities no matter how much he wants to separate his identity and his anbu lifestyle #and the fact that the happuri is blank and doesn't have a konoha leaf on it.... he doesn't feel connected to the community even as he kills #for it... #i feel like it's kind of obvious that it's significant that the comic shows tenzo taking off his mask as he shows his weariness/depression #regarding anbu work and then how he thinks about kakashi as a jonin sensei. like representing himself as tenzo the individual rather than#'cat' a faceless tool of konoha in the shadows #i also feel like it's kind of noteworthy that the perspective(? is that what it's called for images?) zooms in on tenzo's face #first panel is mostly black and tenzo's body is off-center(?). like his face is centered but his body's not. and that leaves more room for #the black background. but the second panel fills it up with the kakashi thought bubble and tenzo's body comes into the center to fill up #the bottom half. and then the third panel makes tenzo himself fill up more space. there's less 'darkness' now #not sure how to say it other than. his sole saving grace in anbu at the moment is preserving his self and bond with kakashi ig #i also like how the black background isn't pure black. there's a tinge of red(? idk it could also be orange? but i'm taking it as red) #like one hand. maybe a reference to the whole blood thing. a reflection of how he feels surrounded by that reminder of murder instead #of just it being select patches on his skin #on the other hand (and this might be looking too deep 😔) maybe how allusion to the sharingan. how even though he left root #anbu still feels very similar to it that he feels reminded of how he was watched by danzo? #sorry for rambling. i am in an analysing mood today #but i'm also not that great at analysing visual art lmao

nooo no sorries! this is really useful and EXTREMELY flattering to receive such detailed thoughts, i feel like im back in a School Crit Circle or something, which is really fun and helpful. Critique like this rlly helps me understand what people are bringing to my art when I make it and how it's getting interpreted, which as somebody who wants to tell understandable stories via images, is useful to me beyond what words can describe!

like—there's no "right" or "wrong" when it comes to interpreting art, there is my intention, but my intention isn't necessarily what comes out (like how kishimoto somehow accidentally wrote two teenagers who he meant for us to perceive as straight, in the pains and throes of love for each other. like he wrote that, whether or not he intended to. i dont even actually ship s/n bc it doesn't have The One Ingredient for me, but its...also something thats hard to ignore about the text)

and similarly, since theres no way to objectively read a text, when you read it you're putting it in your own context, finishing the painting yourself with whatever colors you've got in your palette to use

that said! I can answer for my intentions in some of these

The blood and the mask: Practically, you're 100% right! Mask needs to be off to get at the happuri. That he's got blood on both his mask, and his happuri, means that at some point in the battle, he lost his mask and then put it on. In terms of art, I did this because the juxaposition contrast between the blood and the small amount of joy he's taking in thinking about a scarecrow, felt really important, and I didn't want to lose that with the removal of the mask. I also put the blood splatter in the same place, coming in from Tenzō's left, and splattering upward across his forehead area. Practically, this would mean that he was in the same position by a spatter of blood twice, but symbolically this implies that he is or feels like the same with or without the mask—like u talk about them being the same entity. I didn't really do that intentionally though—like I didn't think about it. I just kinda was like "yea that feels right. anyway moving on."

No leaf on the happuri: I AGREE WITH YOU ABT THE SYMBOLISM...he doesnt feel connected to konoha in a Real way until he's co-captaining, I think. He needs to be allowed to LIVE in Konoha to be a part of it... That said, if I'm not drawing Captain Yamato Post-Sunlight-Exposure I straight up forget that he had the leaf at all–I know it's supposed to be a Danzō thing, but I keep thinking it's an anbu thing. Honestly, since I agree with the symbolism, whether or not I forget or make an intentional choice not to depict it really doesn't matter I suppose

The Zoom In: Kind of the same as the last! i felt in my heart that we had to zoom in...I didn't think about it in terms of ''lessening darkness'' although now that I've read you write that I like THAT reading much more—esp since so much of yamato's themes in canon seem to be about sunlight and darkness...there's an interesting reading of darkness lessening (because he takes up more space) without light gaining any footing (he's still, as always, situated in the dark) about like, the little things that one can do to manage their depression or a dark situation, even when they still aren't able to be fully FREE of it quite yet (if ever). I think, when I was thinking abt it, I was thinking about making Tenzō seem very small and alone in the first panel, and then even after thinking about Kakashi, he's not quite so small in the panel, even though he still remains alone. This being said, the darkness reading is much stronger than the loneliness reading, even though they go hand in hand, I much prefer your interpretation.

the red in the black: This is interesting!!!! I like your interpretations a lot...in terms of materials this is only black india ink, so there's no red actually in it, but in the photo I can see what you mean—the ink I'm using is shiny because the "matte" ink is twice the price of it and I'm a cheapskate, and it inevitably creates shines of color when scanned or photographed. Obviously though, the lack of intention or the material contrast doesn't mean you're wrong—I saw the colorful patches in the image and decided it was fine enough to post anyway, they're a piece of the art as it exists digitally! Open for critique and interpretation. I like the idea that the darkness is connected to the blood very much especially, because it is for Tenzō, isn't it?

anyway, ty v much for your analysis, i was incredibly flattered to receive it, and i think you're actually super good at it, in my opinion!

#yamswers #pax-thuban #my jutsu #plz dont take offense to me explaining critique in basic terms ahghdhghds i do it mostly bc i know theres people who follow me who #will be less familiar with what critique is...and tumblr is often a less than ideal teacher for the art of art critique #I think the best thing one can do when critiquing art is to actually engage as much as they can with what they see in front of them #the ''how does this make Me feel'' part of it i think is EXTREMELY helpful—but mostly as a jumping off point #you want to use that feeling like a scent hound i think...it can lead u to the area you need to look at and it can follow the scent so well #but the feeling itself isnt going to be able to explain why you feel that way or what about the art is working or isnt working—#—which is the point of Critique #and you are extremely good at looking at specific factors in the art and both elaborating on the feeling its giving you and why #i've definitely given people critiques where I get stuck with the dog—only saying how I'm feeling but nothing more substantial #''i smell something in this area. not sure what. definitely here tho''#ive also given crit where i just do not engage at all with the feelings and crit solely on analysis—which is good for like anatomy help #but limited in terms of an overall piece #ive definitely gotten feedback on my art which is 100% wholly based on the viewers own personal history + doesnt rlly engage with the #meaning or practical elements of the art in front of them #and in that case its just kind of ''okay! cool! im flattered that you have such a strong + personal connection to this piece!''#but in terms of crit i can't do much with that bc their crit was so personal to them—not less valid + not less important...but also #not something meant for me at all #like um. um. um. the song Man on the Moon by REM is really important to me...but not for anything in the song itself. just where i heard it #and who i heard it with. it doesnt make my connection to the song less meaningful...but its not something that would b useful 2 the band #SDGJDSHGKDSJGH SORRY NOW *I'M* RAMBLING #it was just exciting to see such a thorough critique. it reminded of college back when id get to pin my art to the wall and get absolutely #blasted to smithereens by my teachers and classmates. VERY fun. i miss that energy #i wholly recommend it to anyone who would be okay getting told their art came out wrong (bc it sometimes will)#idk. anyway this is an art blog but more than that its a blog about art #so its fun to talk about the mechanics and decision making sometimes

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