#but the fact that there's Enough of w/e pattern of ''how can we like these characters though'' or ''how can i understand jyn''

[unproduciblesmackdown]

rogue one posting like attention everyone who didn't like all the characters or get why they did things: i Am better than you

#did not follow General Posting then or now. even if i did it would not be The Full Picture anyways #like sure seems overall rogue one is liked as it should be. saying starwars fans were tepid / mixed reactions abt it may also not be apt #like uhh maybe starwars fans in their twenties/thirties? and even then lol this is a lot of people #but the fact that there's Enough of w/e pattern of ''how can we like these characters though'' or ''how can i understand jyn'' #like the answer is just Get Good....does one need to imagine someone is glup shitto's great uncle to accept character introductions or. #as discussed don't even know what the problems are w/jyn but i'll stan to pick up the slack. it's not hard #the least glimpses like what do you Mean it's unfathomable motivations why cassian didn't noscope dads mikkelspace...ffs #head in hands i have to do every last thing myself. it's not difficult!! what anyone's even talking about.... #a helpful hint is one might just have to go along for some time without assuming you have all the info you need about a person #or certainly be ready to adjust it like ''oh but this seems contrary to other previous things'' like a) reconcile it & b) is it really????? #It's The Self Assurance lmfao like. Eye don't get to be hype abt a protagonist or always understand the motivations for things? #that's a tuesday. i Realize i may be missing things or w/e. but it's like regularass media criticism like the protagonist confused me #or when someone did something surprising i went ''i should not be surprised by anything'' sooo could've been better #YOU could've been better. *I* understand. #rogue one #and i mean i'm in alignment w/the evident consenses out here like overall [rogue one v good] is agreed [andor is like omg] is agreed #so i can like; know peace. & idc anyways lmfao it Could be my personal opinion #but in the cagematch smackdown of media analysis i will defeat the weak overconfident ''lol why'd anyone do any of that'' Pathetic. #suplexing or whatever like You're Nothing

[quilleth]

I got an email from Alice’s Collections today that dollbei jun has shipped!! :D 

Which means i really need to figure out a) am i going to dye him or just airbrush and cross my fingers it doesn’t chip too badly (i don’t really tend to play with my dolls but do want to get a better camera to take more pictures) and b) finish sketching the outfit pieces i’ll need and make some mock-ups so i can test the fit when he gets here to make the final ones-which may involve being extra and trying to use the embroidery function on my machine, c) finishing some eyes (it’s been raining a lot lately and i’ve been sick for over a week now so i haven’t done that but that feels like the easier task atm), and d) place an order for boots, possibly accessories, stands, and maybe a basic wig or wig making supplies.  I hate making wigs but i also may want to be weirdly picky with the hair color.  i’m not sure xD

#quill's bjd adventures #dollbei jun #i'm so excited!! let's hope i don't psych myself out of actually working on him xD #also that the pieces of fabric i have are in fact big enough xD #i have 0 sense of spatial reasoning and am not using a pattern that tells me how much i need so i guessed #i can guess fairly well for human sized clothes because i've been making those for so long but doll clothing is another story #also on this list: rearrange my office and assemble the billy shelf i got that will be the doll shelf since it has doors #i wanted to know if the hauga would be big enough because i could've stacked it on some other smaller shelves i have as a base #but ikea's customer service was liek sorry we can't tell you the inner dimensions you have to go to the store for that #like...what is the point of product customer service if they can't tell me product details....? #anyway i am going to try not to feel guilty that the billy means one pair will end up closer to the floor #which is a silly thing to feel guilty about with inanimate objects but w/e. i stopped questioning my brain's oddities a while ago xD #and maybe when we move eventually i will find a better display where they're all more or less eye level

[encyclopika]

Animal Crossing Fish - Expained #225

Brought to you by a marine biologist with our last crabby boy for now...

CLICK HERE FOR THE AC FISH EXPLAINED MASTERPOST!

Today's animal will be our last crustacean for the time being. Above I said "crabby" but, as we learned last time we spoke about crabs, carcinization, and the hermit crab, not every crustacean with a stout body and pinchers is a true crab, the InfraOrder Brachyura. That's right, marine biologists gatekeep crustaceans. Just one of those benefits. So, today's animal is, instead, the largest member of the InfraOrder Anomura, the hermit crabs. It's the infamous Coconut Crab!

I really wish this one was still in the games, especially ACNH. Would be cool as hell while you're scouring your island, you happen across this thing that would be larger than the tarantula, looks like it also, but way less agro. Unfortunately, it only appears in Animal Forest e+ late at night in coconut trees without fruit during the summer months. That is extremely on-brand for the coconut crab, and I appreciate it.

The coconut crab (Birgus latro) is the largest hermit crab in the world, and also the largest terrestrial arthropod as well. Crustaceans just beat every other arthropod in the size department no matter what, it seems. They are native to various Indo-Pacific island chains, including some archipelagoes belonging to Japan, Micronesia, Seychelles, etc etc. Hilariously, they have the densest population on Christmas Island, where they are outnumbered 50 to 1 by the Christmas Island red crab (which we suspected was Animal Forest e+'s other exclusive Crab). The distribution of coconut crabs also seems to follow the same pattern of the Coconut Palm and I just love how Animal Forest e+ brought these three species together, as they are in real life. They also come in various color morphs - looks like Animal Crossing decided to go with the blue variety.

By Brocken Inaglory - English wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3238751

Unlike most crustaceans we have covered who live out their lives on the ocean bottom, the coconut crab, and its terrestrial hermit brethren in Coenobitidae, lives a completely terrestrial life. In fact, if it spends too much time underwater, it will drown! That's because they have an important adaptation to living on land, and that is a lung-like gill-like organ called the branchiostegal lung. Plenty of other terrestrial crustaceans have this organ, allowing them to live on land. However, just like amphibians, the coconut crab needs to return to the sea to hatch their eggs. As larvae, they live amongst the plankton like any other crab does, molting and morphing into an adult that eventually lands on a new beach and begins its land-lubbing life.

Unlike other hermit crabs that famously make a home of discarded shells, the coconut crab, as a large adult, doesn't. Its back end hardens so that it's no longer vulnerable. And good thing, because as the largest invertebrate on land, it would have a hell of a time finding a big enough shell to put its behind in.

I think coconut crabs really got their fame from their immense size. Like I said above, this is THE largest arthropod living on land. It literally beats insects and spiders on their own turf. Some of the largest individuals' leg spans reach 3 ft (~1m). Below is probably one of the most popularized photos of a coconut crab, usually followed by some ignorant comment about "nightmare fuel". It does an excellent job showing how goddamn big they are.

At this size, it only has humans and other, bigger coconut crabs to worry about. Despite the size, there's no danger posed by the coconut crab to people. Though it's an omnivore, its diet is mostly made up of plant material, like fruits, nuts, and, on special occasions, coconuts. Those big claws help it get through its environment and get into the husks of coconuts, among other things, like trash cans.

And there you have it. Fascinating stuff, no?

#coconut crab #crab #hermit crab #marine biology #crustaceans #ocean #animals #arthropods #animal crossing #animal forest e+ #science in video games #animal crossing fish explained

[gothprentiss]

and ANOTHER thing about “you’re a good guy… you make the people around you feel good” is that like, while no one would or should ever accuse criminal minds of engaging in naturalistic dialogue or characterization, there’s something so specific about it. like she’s reacting to not the overarching Goodness of what the bau does — i think at that point the show is more invested in right vs wrong rather than good vs evil (eg this is what allows them to do eps about religion) anyway — but rather to derek being kind and generous when it’s neither necessary nor transactional. i think it’s a really cool part of both the early emily prentiss character arc (my beloved. i do think they punt her characterization as the show progresses, it’s why i write fic, etc.) that we see her adjustment to the bau as a matter of bonding with characters, and in particular derek: sometimes she’s awkward or clumsy in her interactions and that’s always struck me as partially a matter of learning how to be unguarded and genuine, and how to give without expecting anything in return. it’s nice as well that we get such a clear statement of what she values and sees as new or distinctive enough to deserve comment. one imagines her time in jtf-12 and counterterrorism didn’t provide much of a canvas for the display of human kindness and goodness, particularly not of the sort as natural and indiscriminate as she sees in derek. it sets the stage (looking ahead to how they pretty uniquely operate as partners) for their dynamic of mutualism and trust, one which is immensely valuable to her but extremely difficult, by both nature and nurture, to reciprocate.

like the obvious twist of the knife re: her whole “i hate politics” thing is that she got a job she really wanted not on merit alone, but because strauss saw her as a game piece in her own political machinations; but there’s also the fact that she is, fundamentally, quite good at the kind of politicking she rejects, down to the way that we see her actively unlearning those patterns over the course of that season. i think it’s really cool and precious that she gets to be the one to articulate that in “legacy,” which is, fundamentally, an episode that’s postulating what goodness in law enforcement can look like (non-transactional care, an actual sense of community and responsibility, insisting on the personhood of people whose lives and conditions are criminalized and, in being criminalized, reduced often to subhuman and below the law’s concern— like it’s copaganda that’s only half-aware of the extent to which it’s propagandizing a state of law enforcement which the current system makes impossible but w/e), so that was naturally going to map onto the personal relationships of the bau— but it’s nice that it got to figure into her building a place for herself and a new and different way of being in the world.

#again whensoever i end up going ape and writing that long character portrait this will feature heavily and be VERY vonnegut. just a warning #it’s so sirens of titan… sometimes i wonder if i don’t give the cm writers enough credit #cmposting

[genderfluidtechnoblade]

i’ve been thinking about making this post for a while now but uh:

post about dsmp + drm content on this blog going forward + opinions on the driscourse

tws discussion of the drm situation. if you dont know what it is im not explaining it. w/e

tldr dsmp might show up occasionally but i havent cared about it since prison break anyways so no skin off my back, cdream is and has been my oc for months now at this point, not supporting drm individually, wanna see where it goes before dropping his associates

first of all. i think its important to believe what a victim says. so if this girl states that dream was inappropriately messaging her, including sexual conversations she wasnt comfortable with, i believe her. i do also believe that presumption of innocence is important for a justice system and a human right, however, so i want to wait for the outcome of the court case. it’s not that i don’t believe that dream was messaging her and that she was uncomfortable- i want the most information that is available to us about specifics and the verdict irt what exactly took place.

“oh but thats a cop out” thats how a justice system is supposed to work dumbass it’s not supposed to be a he said she said where you side with whichever person you like more. burden of proof is on the accuser. it’s good to believe as the default, because the alternative is defending a harasser/abuser, but there still needs to be substantiated evidence in order to confirm. “but the justice system is going to be biased against this young girl versus this wealthy man” yeah. and i dont know how to account for that. in an ideal world, which is not the one we live in, we get a verdict based on facts and not on which defendent is more likeable.

this is basically a long winded way of saying yeah i believe the girl saying dream messaged her and made her uncomfortable but theres a very large difference in criminality of dick picks versus grooming allegations, yk?

either way. there is enough here that i believe, without court standing, that what dream did was, at minimum, deeply irresponsible. (at maximum is court case shit).  he has a significant pattern of doing something with his platform that is deeply irresponsible. i feel pity for him because he was thrust into a very large spotlight very suddenly, but that pity wanes as years go on and behavior does not change and his platform only grows. dream has shown time and time again that he is incapable of handling his platform.

theres a reason that before i said i liked dream as a favorite creator when he wasnt being stupid. he does things constantly that show he is an immature person, and usually its low enough stakes that, in my opinion, i can get over it and continue to enjoy his content. however, with recent allegations being something more serious than being annoying about mcc, i can no longer in good conscience enjoy this man’s content. even if the court case rules him completely 100% innocent, i feel his irresponsibility in response to these allegations is too serious to ignore. i dont watch or support dream as a creator.

however, i dont want to completely drop his associates at this moment for two reasons. 1) presumption of innocence still stands until proven guilty, and i don’t feel comfortable condemning random internet celebrities via association to someone who’s court case has not been finished 2) said internet celebrities have not given their stance:tm: at this point, and at the moment i am fine with it while things are still technically up in the air. if they try defending dream after a proven guilt, however, then they’re gone. that simple. i understand this doesnt jive w everyone but thats how im approaching it.

on a related note i will still probably occasionally dsmp post. i’ve mostly phased out of it, as i was a techno lore frog, but the characters still bring me a modicum of joy. if someone has an issue w dsmp posting that isnt severe enough to consider unfollowing me, i can start tagging specifically dsmp posts for filtering. however, if youve ever talked to me, and as many people can attest, i have always cared very little for ccdream’s “intent” when it comes to cdream, and many of the things i find enjoyable about the character are largely accidental on his part. therefore i will still be cdream posting along with dsmp, not ignoring him.

if you want me to elaborate on any of these points i ask that you do it in dms cause this thing is annoying and long already. free to chat about difference of opinions but atm this is where i stand. so yeah.

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.4

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [IV]

EDIT 25/10/2023: Updated the traditional drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-BoyFriend’s in-game sprite concept (Hood clothing)

Beep bop beep beep bop, bap skidoo bep

I like this boy, his voice, his look, I stan must protecc

Reenacted the sprite without tracing it, edited it a little, and amazingly, managed not to make it look like trash

I’m proud of myself for that

Also, remember what I said in the first dump about the bite’s placing? Well, now it’s fixed here

Kinda sad about his shoes getting ruined though, F

2.-GirlFriend’s in-game sprite concept (Hood clothing)

You can guess I had fun making her by how (to put it somehow) ‘layer-loaded’ her clothing is

Anyhow, just so you know, her necklace is made out of gold

Not a really shiny kind of gold (cuz y’know, some of the undead –specially freakysteins- don’t like bright colors that resemble fire when they’re lacking on self-control), but it’s shiny enough to keep them settle

Though I should have though it better about w h e r e to place that golden accessory

I don’t think she would really care about it though (unlessitturnsintoastillstarethennosiridlikeyoutostoptyvm)

3.-Mendel’s in-game sprite concept

[Cutscene-styled scripts for storytell transition / character development sake –andbcwhynot-]

Scenario: BF’s hospital room, with GF, Mendel and his nurse in it. BF’s now recovered from his injury, and is about to be discharged.

Dr. Mendel

Well, it’s been almost a week now, and your condition has improved a lot.

Even if I’m aware this kind of injuries doesn’t take long to be assimilated, I’m quite amazed, to say the most.

GirlFriend

I think I know why he must have recovered so fast…

…Or should I say, we?

BF chuckles and nods to GF

Dr. Mendel

However ways it had to be, it’s aside the table now.

Point here is, your health is stable again, and therefore, you’re up to get discharged from here

BoyFriend

Excited. Beep? Boop!

(*Really? Cool!)

GirlFriend

Le happy face. Yay, finally~

Dr. Mendel

Woah there, you two

GirlFriend // BoyFriend

…?

Dr. Mendel

I understand you’re all for leaving this place. (unfinished)

oKAY Bois NOW we talking about stuff

FNF Static Memories guys where u at

Yes the smiling face is his losing icon

In fact, aside from Mendel, most of the undead show a glad expression when you beat them

I can’t blame them considering the circumstances he’s doing so –BF’s condition seeming to be better (Mendel) / slowly-but-surely fixing the power outage problem on the hood’s places he goes to-

And looky, I even made him a custom design for the ‘GO!’ title card

How cute (?)

…Actually, he’s also kinda cute

Don’t approve that much the fact he does the smoek though

(yeahesamaryjanestuntoowhaddyagonnadoaboutit-)

4.-Grawlbert’s in-game sprite concept

(…)

Similar case with Mendel, but this time it’s more zombie-related

…and funny enough, that custom card would appear every time BF faces an undead oops-

Even the mic is customized now lmao

No sprites extras this time tho, sad cri :^(

5.-Grave-nan in-game sprite concept

(…)

Everything cool till you take a peek at the icons, specially the one where he’s losing…

Get weird with it, my inner demon said

It’ll be fun, it said

I regret it

…a little

But I still kinda regret it

thoughconsideringbfiscanonicallygaythensobeitiguess-

6.-BF’s icon, but the sickness is getting to him a little harder

Okay now I’m worried

Like, you doing ok there pal? Ya need a drink or anything?

7.-BF’s modified mic

About to get serious, I see?

Again, this was made before I changed my mind about the crack in the mic and stuff, but it doesn’t take away the original intent for this

How does this work exactly? I’ll explain it short:

There’s no light in the hood, so BF has to keep his mic on somehow when he brings it with him outside his old house (or apartment, not really sure about it yet)

Boyfriend is basically the battery of it, since his own energy gets transferred to the mic and then turned into pure electricity (not exactly sure how that’s possible in concrete sense but eh-)

However, here’s what’s funny: Turns out the outage is actually due to a spell that made the electric zones malfunction, and the way to get them work fine again is through intense and well-timed frequencies…aka rapping

Yup, they ‘reload’ the same way his modified mic does, but only if they’re directly connected to it, and if he’s in a crucial zone near the power core, specifically where the bosses I’ve just thought out previously are at

…I basically resumed half the storyline here as a whole (or at least that’s mostly what it is supposed to be), nice move there Phids you magnificient rascal

Though, I needed to correct myself on the mechanics over there, cuz let’s be real, how do u get electroshocked when power is basically 0%??? It doesn’t make any sense

8.-Medicine

Can kill the zombie bacteria if you’re bitten by one…but can’t do anything when you’re in the Graveyard

thenwhatsthepointinusingitatall--

9.-Mendel’s microphone

ANOTHER CUSTOM MIC WOOOOOOOOO

Don’t judge me, I like making those, it’s really fun

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#friday night funkin' #fnfau #bfsh #alt universe #alternative timeline #alternate universe #au #at #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[face-palming-fox]

i’m.

(lots of shit incoming)

not okay. i mean i haven’t been for a long time but i can put it away enough to... ig function??? idk

but the at least... past 4-5 years i’ve been Mega Not Okay. the past 2-3 being the worst of it yet.

i keep having repeated episodes of Really Bad Brain time annually and i absolutely hate it. last year was bad enough; fucking sucked a lot. and when i thought i was starting to recover and get better from that. the cat got sick.

and i think that was the start of the very slippery slope back into not okaysville. i’ve been stressed and upset (and now traumatize) about him for a year, next month now. constant visits to vets and getting hopes up to have them crushed the next time we go to a vet to ultimately being told we can’t do anything for him (to which i mostly think is because they waited so damn fucking long to see him like it wasn’t an urgent thing going on with him. i personally feel. we had more time with him if they had done their fucking jobs)

and now losing him has just. sent me completely over the edge and i’m drowning. on top of that, getting sick with covid by a neglectful partner and not even receiving ANY attempts of trying to help me feel better while being expect to keep maintaining the house and take care of him or w/e has really put my head in a bad fucking place.

i love my cats more than anything. they’re my babies and i’ve always been way, way more attached to animals than i have humans. and they’re like. 100% why i haven’t pushed harder for ending my relationship that no longer is a relationship i don’t care to have it anymore. i want my freedom back and i don’t wanna keep pretending that we are Something when we’re clearly not; just roommates with a fucking title that keeps me trapped. any attempts i have made at trying to have a convo of us just. not having the status of relationship anymore have been met with ‘nah, i wanna work on it/us’.

i don’t. there’s nothing left to work on. we’re not compatible in this department. i’m sorry i didn’t know who i was when we started dating but. now that i know more, i want something different. i’ve already lost my best friend in him cos being ignored for other people all the time and having to take care of everything in the house as if i’m a maid, caretaker and parent of him (and when i was working, also work 40 hour weeks being forced into a supervisor position basically without the pay and having no respect there as well.. to the point i had to break down and quit to have some sanity back) has not. held up my friendship in him.

there’s no communication. there’s no cooperation. yada yada etc. i’m tired. idk what to do. it sounds stupid and i’m tired of people telling me so but we both love our cats like kids and i’ve been all over the place about splitting them up if we split. i don’t want either of us to not. be able to be around all of them. but i can’t stay here and wait till there’s no more cats. the youngest is 2 now.

and all of this + shit last year has really fucked my head over for whatever the hell i want out of people and relationships of any kind now. i don’t wanna get stuck like this again with someone else (if i can ever leave) and i don’t wanna trip and fall over myself again for someone who was deceptive as fuck (despite the fact of her saying she wasn’t but. my ‘tism ass picks up on patterns and the more i think about shit, the more i see how i was treated as shadily as other people they didn’t like so. dispute that if u want to, i won’t believe it)

i’m gonna withhold some other shit, too. cos it’s. some confusing ass shit and idk what to do with that info (idk what to do with any of this info, clearly, ‘s why i’m whining on tumblr.com about it) but. yea. i don’t even understand friendships anymore and so i’m so fucking afraid of losing more people as well for whatever reasons.

idk. i don’t think bf is a bad person. we’re just bad together. he’s good to his friends and people who need help from him on that side of things. (for the most part, i think he has some unlearning of some things and educating on other things he could work on but w/e.) i just want this status gone before i lose all respect for him. and i wish he would stop fighting me on shit he refuses to see as mistreating me. he invalidates every attempt i make to try and get him to see this is some bullshit way to treat someone, making them take care of everything and not lifting a finger yourself about ANYTHING. even your own messes... it turns into how i make him feel for not praising him for doing basic cleaning... to which i always point out i never receive praise for all the things i do? (i’m not looking for it cos it’s just shit that HAVE to been done daily.. there shouldn’t be any praise involved for keeping a living space clean/keeping pets alive..)

i’m also afraid to actually end shit cos idk if he’ll kick me out if we do. or put the pressure on more for me to get a job/income. i can’t go live with my parents again. they’re worse for me. and idk how to go back to work; it gives me panic attacks.

i’m just so incredibly tired and i’m ready to feel something again. i’m starving to death for affection, attention, respect, communication. and i also want tiddy partners like. 8 years ago. can i pls

c: everything’s a fucking mess. so i sits here.

#i should delete this immediately but #i'm gonna toss it into the cyber void anyway #hopefully my brain puts it on a shelf again for a while cos i'm so tired of my head running in circles these past few weeks

[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

#rise of the guardians #guardians of childhood #jack frost #jack frost rotg #jack frost goc #jackson overland frost #nightlight #nightlight rotg #toothiana #tooth fairy rotg #e. aster bunnymund #nicholas st north #pitch black #pitch black rotg #concept art #artbook #art book #design review #my bullshit #stay tuned for Aster's review

[joshuas]

facts

♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au

♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?

♫ word count: 1.5k

♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))

♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.

♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !

You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.

It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.

Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.

The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,

“He—“

“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.

“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.

“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.

“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.

...What?

“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.

He breathed deeply,

“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.

“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”

“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“

You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.

As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.

Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.

He looks like a four-year-old...

You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.

“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.

“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.

“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.

Web? Oh my god...

“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.

“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.

“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.

You rolled your eyes,

He’s so drunk.

“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.

“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.

“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.

“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.

“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.

“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.

“I knowww.”

“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”

Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.

Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.

“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”

Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,

“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.

“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.

You pushed him lightly,

“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”

“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”

“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”

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[jeanslongschlong]

a-z fluff alphabet for eren jaeger

these are self indulgent because i was really craving some eren fluff tonight. enjoy!!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Let’s face it. This boy is known for being overly passionate about everything, so he adores absolutely everything about you. Specifically, the fact that you don’t try to baby him and often give him the freedom he needs (but not the freedom, if you get what I mean LMAO). He really appreciates that you allow him to do things on his own and aren’t too overbearing. He already gets enough of that with Mikasa.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Probably your hair. This boy could sit around and play with your hair aimlessly all day; it literally brings him so much joy he can’t even begin to explain it. Loves to braid it, pet it, run his fingers through it, basically anything you can think of.

If you don’t have hair, then probably your hands. He loves to hold your hand in public (since we all know this one is probably possessive as hell) just to show that you’re his. Especially in front of Jean. When you’re alone, he likes to lay back on the bed and trace patterns on your palms, play with your fingers, and laugh at the size difference between your hands, claiming he thinks the size difference is adorable.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I feel like Eren isn’t entirely huge on PDA, so I wouldn’t go as far as saying he likes to cuddle in public, but when it’s just the two of you (or a group of you and maybe a few friends), expect him to be trying to initiate cuddles all the time. This boy is so seriously touch starved, he yearns for your touch all the time. I mean, who would say no to him, though? I love him 🥺

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think Eren is the romantic type perse, BUT, I definitely think if he were to have an ideal date with you it would include a late night picnic with extremely deep conversations about how you imagine your future to be. Lots of cuddles. You’d definitely have a good time, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys got so carried away in your chatting that you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

This boy is the worst at expressing his emotions, I swear. He’s sad? Angry. He’s happy? Slightly less angry. He’s angry? You’d better start running. When it comes to getting him to talk to you about his emotions, he really doesn’t like to be pushed. He has issues acknowledging that he has issues in the first place, but once he does realize it, he usually takes a few days to process and think before choosing to talk to you about it (if he ever does). This boy’s feelings are an enigma, but he’s working on it. This can cause a rift in your communication, but it’s an easy fix if you’re willing to talk to him about it. The last thing he wants to do is let his inability to express emotions ruin the best thing he’s ever had.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Okay, canonically? I don’t think this boy has ever thought about it. I don’t think he ever thought he’d live that long. Especially S4 Eren, starting a family is the last thing on his mind. So, probably not, I’d barter.

However, in a modern AU? I definitely see Eren wanting children with you. I can’t see him wanting them until he’s in his late twenties/early thirties, but I 100% think he would want some. Only if you did, though. Kids are something he can live without, even though he would really like to have some if he were given the chance.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Like I mentioned previously, I don’t think Eren is a very romantic person. However, he never passes up the opportunity to buy you something. I think it’s his way of compensating for not being able to express his emotions very well with you. He’s got to show he cares about you somehow, right? Expect lots of chocolates from him randomly. I can also see him sneaking onto your laptop just to see what’s on your amazon wishlist so he can go and buy them for you later.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All the time! He loves holding your hand; I’d say it’s the only form of PDA that he’s really comfortable with. It keeps him grounded, especially during particularly stressful times in his life. For example, in the canon universe, he’d hold onto your hand a little extra before and after expeditions. In a modern AU, I’d say he’d hold your hand before a particularly rigorous exam, or after he’s had a really rough day at work. It just reminds him that everything will be okay because you’re there. He’s never really had anything to bring him back down to earth when he gets all caught up with his emotions, so he relies on it pretty hard in that sense.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

TBH? He’d probably get pissed LMAO. But not at you, anger is basically the only way this boy can express emotions. Deep down, he’d be really, really worried about you. He’d probably sit around and mope. He’d grumble in response to any questions you’d ask him. He’s just in emotional overdrive, poor baby can’t process anything bad happening to you, it makes him want to go apeshit.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I feel like he jokes around with you quite a bit, but more so in the form of teasing. If you’re short, be prepared for the short jokes. He’s unrelenting.  

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Say it with me: P👏A👏S👏S👏I👏O👏N👏A👏T👏E👏L👏Y. He does not halfass his kisses. He gives the type of kiss that leaves you gasping for breath afterwards, the type that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. Kissing Eren takes you to another dimension. It’s fucking amazing.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I’d say mostly through gift giving and physical touch. He’s not very good with expressing that he loves you through words since one, he’s afraid he’ll say the wrong thing, two, he’s too scared that he’ll embarrass himself, and three, there literally isn’t a way to put the way he loves you into words. The way he feels about you transcends all languages.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you two first met. He will never forget the very first moment he laid eyes on you. He considers it to be the best day of his life (though he keeps that to himself because he’s afraid you’ll tease him about it and he wants to keep up his manly facade).

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Unintentionally hurting you or losing you. Eren can’t imagine life without you, he wants to keep you around for as long as he can. He’s afraid one day he’ll go too far in an argument and finally push you away forever. He’s not prepared for that at all.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Loves to hug you just so he can smell you LMAO. Sounds weird, but your scent genuinely just fills him with joy.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Sticking to the classics here: Eren really likes to call you baby and babe, specifically babe. I feel like he only calls you baby when he’s feeling especially affectionate OR he’s begging for something/trying to get out of an argument without any consequences. LMAO

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Alone and at home. Of course, he doesn’t mind going out to movies or out to dinner every once and a while, but he prefers to spend time with you in private, so he can love you without anything to hold him back and no unwelcome and prying eyes.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Heat Waves by Glass Animals. More specifically, the slowed and reverb version on YouTube. I couldn’t explain why even if I tried. I just get the vibes.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

The thing with Eren is, he doesn’t mind laying out his past to you plain and simple. He will tell you every grueling detail of his childhood (including things he hasn’t even told Armin). Presently, he doesn’t keep any secrets from you. The word ‘secret’ doesn’t apply to you. The only thing that I’d say he really keeps a ‘secret’ are his emotions, but I covered that already.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

I want to say that you got together relatively quickly, but I just can’t. If I’m being realistic, I’d say nine months to a year. Eren just wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit (or if he was ready to have something to lose) so he just kept you around as a ‘really good friend’ or you guys had some sort of friends with benefits deal going on.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He doesn’t know how to act. He doesn’t know what to say. He just sits and listens to what you have to say, provides the tissues, and hugs you when you look like you need it. He’s really very comforting once he’s relaxed enough in your relationship to show you his more sensitive side.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Eren 100% loves to show you off. Especially to his friends. ESPECIALLY to Jean. It brings him a special type of joy when he can rub having you as his girlfriend in Jean’s face.

“She’s all mine, horse face.”

Poor Jean. Probably wasn’t even looking in your direction to begin with. Eren’s just a possessive and competitive shit.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He thinks you’re a badass and respects your willingness in the Survey Corps. He would 100% fight for you; he would lay his life down for you if he needed to (let’s hope not). He would worry about you, obviously, but ultimately he knows that you can handle yourself so he’s not too worried. Often times you’re the one who has to keep him from getting chomped, so he’s really grateful to you in that sense. You allow him to fight on his own for the most part but when it gets a little too dangerous you swoop in.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At first? Tch. Homeboy is OBLIVIOUS to anything you’re feeling. But after you’ve been together one, maybe two years? He can read you like a book.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Probably in a nonchalant way if I’m being honest. Just brings it up so casually in conversation one day that you almost completely missed it.

“Hey, Eren, what do you need from the grocery store? I’ve already got chocolate milk on the list, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Um…more shampoo? Some more shaving cream and…your hand in marriage?”

“Shampoo…shaving cream…and my hand in marriage. Got it.” Eren snickers. You knit your eyebrows together in confusion as to what he’s laughing at and scan over the contents of what you just wrote down to make sure you didn’t write down the wrong thing. When you notice it, you let out the loudest gasp known to man. “Wait- my…oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT IN A MORE OBVIOUS WAY, YOU ASSHOLE! I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW.”

“More obvious? What could be more obvious than that?” You mentally facepalm.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

He loves to play with your hair, but have I mentioned how much he loves it when you play with his hair? You could get this man to fall asleep in 10 seconds flat just by gently scratching your fingernails against his scalp.

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[berryberryrad]

𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩⚡️

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shino aburame, sfw alphabet prompt

if this comes across as ooc, literally hit me pls. I’m usually kiba biased, but something about shino has just been hitting different recently.

warnings: blatant abuse of grammar and punctuation. cursing. i’m no writer, i just tell it like i see it. I wrote this on mobile and am not a tech guru so I wish I could do the fancy little, “keep reading,” bit but I’m

word count, 3983

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

we’ve all come to the generalized conclusion that the aburame clan aren’t handsy. shino falls in line with this, and pda or even private interactions that involve skin to skin contact aren’t going to be his forte. I can see him holding hands, or the aspect of interlocking pinkies with this boy while you’re both reading or walking throughout the woods just has me weak in my knees. a more common way shino would express himself by ways of affection would be listening; absorbing every word you have to give and then offering up the information he’s collected later to show that he does hang onto your every word. he does so subtly, remembering things that you mentioned favoring seemingly offhandedly but in reality he wants you to feel as seen as you make him feel. someone give him a kind smile right now

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

shino’s so quick to throw around the, “I’m not sure I have any friends,” card when kiba inuzuka literally exists— the audacity of this man. team 8? the bond the three of them have outdoes friendship. the loyalty. the camaraderie. the attitude. i get whiplash from their personalities interacting, and i love every minute of it. the bluntness of shino can come across as rude disposition, however it all comes a place of well intent. he speaks his mind, and he speaks the truth. all of it. having shino aburame as a friend would mean you could easily find calm grounds to stand upon. he’d offer words of harsh wisdom, whether you ask for them or not. he sees the best in people even behind his quiet demeanor, and has loyalty oozing out of him. good boy, 10/10 wanna be his best friend.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

can i be self-indulgent for .6 seconds: imagine how w a r m shino is. it had to be said.

anyways, aburame clan: not particularly touchy. we talked about this. however there would come times where shino would hold your hand. it was a practice you initiated, and he quickly caught onto. when you walk through the forest together, he’ll send his bugs out to take a quick peek around before interlocking your fingers silently. he’ll be nervous the first time, but eventually is confident enough to make the move without any plaguing hesitation.

I could go on and on about hand holding because I’m a simple girl, but we gotta get to the goods.

cuddling? with shino aburame? a prize that I want to win. you. bug boy. sitting side by side, chatting about slice of life oddities— you put your head on his shoulder. okay little baddie, we see you: he very carefully presses his head onto the top of yours. shoulder to shoulder, his cheek resting in your hair. you never stop talking about your day, and he never stops you. it feels so natural and easy. c o z y. I’m soft.

you don’t spoon, you want to see his face when he lights up with facts about entomology. when you reach that state in your relationship, you lay side by side and play with his fingers, or he draws lazy patterns on your wrist.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he’d love to settle down wtf. he’d want to keep a romantic partner close, but even platonically— shino’s in it for the long haul.

he may be bug boy, but he’s also a clean boy. right? like okay his hair may be a bit unkept, and his room is definitely littered with sketches of insects and books here and there. but they’re organized in a way that makes sense to him. he can immediately find whatever he needs whenever he needs it, and that doesn’t make him unclean. when it comes to his insects, he keeps them tucked away with precision. each is labeled and jarred away probably alphabetically, idk, that just feels right to me.

cooking is something that can be accomplished in theory. a recipe can be read and executed, but that’s as far as it goes with shino. don’t expect much creative flare, the aburames are known bug enthusiasts, not ramen curators. the most spontaneity you can hope for is perhaps a pinch of salt on your eggs in the morning. if it’s not in the recipe, it’s not happening. he’s a boy of many talents, cooking is barely one of them.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

i don’t even wanna entertain shino breaking my heart—

good thing he’s breaking yours

shino wouldn’t let a platonic relationship go far enough into a romantic status unless he was without a doubt that you were someone he could trust and hold close to his person. honestly I’d say you’d have to be the one to break up with him if you managed to get far enough in. but if he had to break up with you? he’d have the briefest moment of hurt before setting it out all on the table. once his mind is made up, it’s over. he’s not one to dance around the point. you probably won’t even have to ask why. he’ll tell you without prompting.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

oh shino has no problem committing his life to you, after you’ve been together for a very long time that is. marriage isn’t the forthcoming thought pressing into his conscious. it’d be something you had to mention in passing to him to let him know you were interested. to shino, he recognizes your relationship as it is: a relationship. your partners for better or worse, he doesn’t think a marriage certificate has any true significance in the way you share feelings for one another.

but you’d like a wedding? okay, no qualms. he’d want to wait a few years, and the atmosphere of the village would to have to fair calm, but he wouldn’t mind a small ceremony. when he tilts your head back and kisses you to seal the deal, kiba faints.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

sorry I was just checking the time, seems to me like it’s, “soft boy hours.”

I want you to know right now that shino aburame hangs onto every word you say with such fervor, it’s just darling okay? emotionally, when you’ve established that you plan on playing an active role in his life, he’s so doting. asks you short and simple questions about your day. offers advice on your woes. let’s you interact with his bugs— because he trusts you. and you better offer him the same love and respect back. I have this whole thing about him receiving cheek kisses. he eats that shit up okay, but silently with a blush crawling up his neck and wrapping around his ears. pinky holding— hullo. that’s the gentlest thing homies can do.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

maybe he hugs you first. that’s wild, but it keeps you on your toes. you held his hand first, yes, but that night when he accompanies you home you stand nearly toe to toe. you haven’t released hands yet, and he’s overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude to someone who has lent an ear to him with no ulterior motives other than quality time. it’s strangely second nature to him as he wraps a fast arm around your waist, crushing your held hands between your bodies. you’re taken aback, obviously, but before you can even share a proper moment in the same space he’s retreating back into his stoic persona and wishing you a good night.

shino hugs with his whole body, and my favorite version of this would be him wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your crushed into his shoulder. love it. he doesn’t hug often, cherish the ones he shares with you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

shino, ever the one to speak his mind, let’s you know he loves you immediately when it occurs to him. I’m not quite sure when this is, but you’ve been apart of his life for a long time without a doubt. you make him feel safe, seen, and he is sure he can trust you. you probably ask him a question about like the process through which butterflies migrate or whatever, I’m not clever enough to think of insect related questions, but after he gets done explaining and you’ve got this thoughtful expression on your face he just blatantly says it. it’s so matter of fact and without any doubt that you have to blink for a moment before sharing the sentiment. it’s not awkward. there’s not any fanfare or roses involved. it’s the truth, and you’re both quietly over the moon about it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

shino and jealousy don’t necessarily exist in the same realm. he’s not going to entertain someone he can’t trust, that’s just a given. and if he did have any doubt in his mind you were pursuing something romantic from another, he’d simply send one of his bugs to investigate the situation. if it proved to be true, he’d confront you on it. if he’s misunderstood the circumstances then he can admit it, but if he hasn’t then he’ll make it apparent to you very quickly he doesn’t appreciate what you’ve been doing.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

soft, goodnight.

okay so like forehead kisses, right? forehead kisses by shino>>>>

i will die on this hill, don’t test me.

shino kisses softly and with purpose, there is nothing he does without meaning. it’s a press of his lips to your forehead before leaving for a mission, it’s brushing your lips together in the moonlight, it’s pushing the pads of your fingers against his mouth when you’re upset. I’m a hopeless romantic and there’s only so many euphemism for kissing, so take what you’re given. shino isn’t experienced in tonsil surfing, so you’ll have to bear with him. it’s something that relies less on textbook skill and moreover on feeling and primal intuition, something he does have so he’s not completely clueless. like i said, forehead kisses are a go to and idk if I’ve mentioned you giving shino cheek kisses but for the love of god, please opt to. he eats that shit up, you gotta.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

kurenai herself made note of how well shino interacts with kids, and I have never known kurenai to be wrong so it’s been decided. shino? amazing with kids. the scene between him and mirai? shino giving a piggy back ride? goodnight y’all, imma clock out.

and he eventually becomes sensei badass okay, like he can handle himself amongst a child or two. as far as having his own children I think he’d do well with one. shibi and shino share the classic aburame relationship: mutual understanding and appreciation of one another’s existence, and i can see him sharing that with his own child and then some. he spent the better part of his own childhood in solitude. it was in tandem sought out and forced upon him. big boy perks. he’d want his child to not only embrace their aburame side, bugs and all— but also to feel confident and extroverted enough to branch out and make interpersonal relationships

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

imagine being a morning person. I mean shino doesn’t have to, but it couldn’t be me. shino’s up before dawn breaks, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and pressing his glasses into his nose before he even opens his eyes. rise and shine. if you’ve been sleeping beside him, he’ll cast a long look you’re way, admiring your still figure before standing and beginning his day quietly so as not to wake you. he lets you sleep as long as you wish unless you instruct otherwise. sometimes you ask him to wake you when he wakes himself. you always regret it because why the fuck is he awake, the crickets are still outside doing god knows what. he thinks the ambiance of an early morning is peaceful, and it sets his person in ease.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

can we all just take a moment to appreciate the grand outdoors and how precious it would be to have shino watching you fondly ogle at fireflies in the middle of a field. like arms crossed with a gentle smile behind his collar as you open mouth grin and point because he absolutely asks them to do something impressive just to see you in awe.

nights are spent outside staring up at the sky. in a tree? on the ground? in the park? in the middle of the woods? who cares, time with shino is time well spent.

if it’s raining then that’s tough, I guess y’all will just have to have a night in. sometimes you play shogi, and you don’t complain when he lets you win despite you showing no true skill for the game. he doesn’t mind.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

oh shino won’t reveal anything haha. well not on purpose. see I know I’ve gone on and on about shino being so attuned to you and what you have to say, but you have to show him equal attention and devotion to get a good read of him. anything personal that can be taken from him is conveyed so subtly you’ll miss it if you’re not paying attention. he’ll answer any question you ask, however if you get too personal too fast he’ll slyly avoid the question

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

not easily angered, moreover easily annoyed. while shino may not be on shikamaru’s level of strategical advances, he does have a pretty good sense of how things should be completed. it’s usually the way that benefits the most people and accomplishes the goal with as little room for error as possible. when things stray off from the how he envisioned them, I see him getting a little irritated. I think the time he’s spent with kiba has aided in this conclusion, and he isn’t as easily moved to a pissy nature as he once was, but I think the sullen nature still translates across if things fail to go his way because in his mind, it’s the most logical path.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

broken record alert: he’s a good listener. it’s both a strategic move to manipulate situations because he’s become so good at reading people, and his own unique love language. it’s the juxtaposition of words of affirmation; he shows he cares by ways of empathy and action. it’s stoic empathy, but empathy nonetheless. he remembers everything you tell him, and everything you don’t. on missions when you two are parted, his thoughts are sometimes clouded with images of the way your mouth arches when you laugh, or the soft smell of you lingering on his coat after you hugged him goodbye.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

when you let him go on and on about his insects and you seem genuinely interested. so often do people put up with shino’s knack for bugs out of politeness or to just let him fill the silence— but you ask questions. you seem intrigued with any word that falls from his lips and you’re quick to quip back with facts you’ve dug up on your own. you’re curious about what shino is so attuned with, and he is so excited to have someone to educate who wants to learn. you’ll go on small adventures to locate bugs to breed or to simply watch, and it’s at these moments when you’re both silent and poised over a poisonous beetle with a respective jar and net that he remembers fondly when you’re both parted.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

well he’s already sworn to protect the village, so initially it’s on that basis. his duty is to do whatever he can to keep the residents of the hidden leaf secure, but with you he keeps a bit more of a watchful eye available. he isn’t paranoid or overly protective, however on days his mind is uneasy, shino has no qualms sending a beatle to hover your person. it’s just a security measure, nothing to write home about.

you keep shino protected from his inner turmoils. hinata and kiba can only reassure him so much, but shino has developed the habit of writing them off. they’re just his teammates, they have to put up with him. however you have no personal ties to him really. you stick around on your own accord, and this boosts his self esteem immensely. you put his mind at ease and make note to remind him daily that the members of team eight are an excellent unit and that he needs to give kiba and hinata more credit because they both care about him as well. akamaru too, woof woof dummy. accept the love.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

shino’s not a man of many words, and when he does spit fire, it’s calculated and can come across as blunt assertion. you’ll come to put up with it, but he can come to understand he can be a bit overbearing in this aspect. so as I’ve expressed, words of affirmation aren’t his love language (though don’t put it past him to whisper sweetness into your ear when you’re both alone: that would be lovely.)

he expresses himself through gifts, awe. shino won’t present you with precious jewels or money as means of affection. no, the gifts are moreover practical. a book you had been pining after, a scarf to keep you warm in the upcoming months, things of that nature. he also collects rocks, we can collectively agree on that as a community right? he’ll share them with you, encouraging you to begin your own arsenal of rocks that entertain no one but are a sweet gesture— thanks shino.

dates are long walks when he as spare time. he doesn’t mind if they’re silent or if you fill the space with your own daily narrative. you’ll both trade useless dialogue and he likes it. it’s a sense of normalcy for him.

he doesn’t try particularly hard in any sense, but he doesn’t need to. time spent with shino is delightfully casual in both of your lives, please don’t mind it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

what if shino picks his nails, awe.

he’s a wonderful, brilliant little creature: but he has a habit of writing off people who clearly care about him. you’ve gotta take a little energy into reassuring him from time to time. he won’t outwardly mope in this mentality, but sometimes he seems a little off and it will fall on your shoulders to assist him

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

mans only lets like 3% of his face be shown for the better part of the series and then decided that a visor and top knot were gonna be his debut look in boruto, he is n o t the one to look to for fashion advice, and this is coming from someone who simps so hard for shino aburame like he’s lowkey giving kiba a run for his money at this point but like come on

as far as his s/o goes i know the prompt didn’t ask but he doesn’t mind what his s/o particularly looks like. it’s a personality game baby, let’s go

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

shino’s written as a loner, and he doesn’t particularly mind that status but a friend every now and then is never unwelcome. he deserves to be appreciated, and while he may not outwardly show that he receives the appreciation in good spirits, you can rest assured he does. having a partner would be pleasant, no doubt, and he would love having someone by his side to call a best friend (and eventual partner) however shino’s existence isn’t completely codependent on another half. he can exist on his own with just the company of his bugs with no true remorse. he does feel lonely at times, but he’s got the squad of the hidden leaf backing him up. he’ll make it through

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

blush bug boy shino = a happy bee (‘s me, I’m bee)

the headcannons where stoic blunt hardass shino is an inexperienced nervous boy eat me alive. man’s is a shinobi who has faced peril and nearly suffocates when you hold his hand for the first time? imma head out, i love it

he’s also always early to things? yes please? early is on time, on time is late, and late means call an ambulance, something super not cool has gone down

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

if you don’t like bugs, you have to evacuate the dancefloor. I’m not saying you have to be the president of the, “insects are the superior race,” committee. to enjoy something and appreciate something from a distance both can weigh evenly on a scale in this instance. if you’re a bug enthusiast, kudos. he’ll love spending time showing off his collection to you with a slightest hint of pride coloring his tone. if you’re the type of person to be afraid of insects, he can deal with that as well. most people are, and he recognizes it comes from misunderstanding. if you are willing to give the bugs a chance and overcome your phobia, you’ve won him over.

wouldn’t like an over the top ditzy person. he needs you to have some sense of self preservation and common sense. shino does not put up with tom foolery and he would make that apparent to you very quickly.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

can I head cannon that he just becomes unhinged in his sleep? can we get behind that? like shino may begin the night tucked in with his hands clasped over his abdomen, but that is n o t how he finds himself in the morning. as a shinobi, he’s a light sleeper. fair play. but light sleepers toss and turn too, and I like to imagine him waking up discombobulated. face down, open pressed into his pillow, arms doing what they will, hair in disarray. magnificent. a pen drops and he wakes immediately, and is up before you can truly assess what you’ve just seen of the normally so put together aburame.

he knows he’s an active sleeper, ‘s why he gets up at 4am. that’s his business

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[pseudofaux]

No one has asked tor sirius? let me be the first! can we get sirius using a riding crop on mc please? 😌

PLEASE SIR MAY I HAVE ANOTHER

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

“Arms crossed,” he reminds her, not unkindly. Sirius is always at his sweetest when she is brave before pain. He is only sweeter when he’s taking care of her afterwards, his low voice full of praise as he recounts her efforts.

It’s what makes it worth it, honestly. That and the fact that she likes the pain. She settles her wrists one on top of the other over her head. His bed is so long they land short of the pillows, falling onto the clean cotton of his sheets. He always dries them in the sun instead of using magic crystals for the sundry task like so many others do. Sirius cares for and makes his bed like a military man, which explains why the blanket below her back is pulled so perfectly taut.

It won’t stay that way. She knows better. He does, too, that’s why he made the bed so neatly. Maybe a man might like to see how badly you mess it up, little lady. His voice had been so smooth and deep when he said that she nearly feel off her own feet. His dark chuckle when he saw her swaying made his hand at the small of her back a very necessary thing. She was glad for it all.

“Ready?” He asks. He always checks.

She dips her head as politely as she can while laying on her back. She tries to make it elegant, because his maturity always makes her want to meet him there. “Please,” she says.

He acknowledges her with a thoughtful sound and presses the tip of the new crop against her hems. Sirius asked her to pull her skirts up to her thighs—he always does, there’s something specific about that he enjoys— but of course he’ll need more room than that, so he uses the stiff black tongue at the end of the crop to slowly lift her skirt and settle it on her belly. She can feel the stitched black leaf stroking her skin as he sets the skirt down and pulls the crop out from underneath. The tongue of this new one is so beautiful, silver and purple threads making the black look impossibly deep. The way he sometimes makes his whippings feel.

“Right, then,” he says, all warmth and business, and immediately smacks her lightly, high on her legs. Little wake up slaps to get her good and ready for what’s to come. She loves him for it. No one has ever given her pain with such care. She waits as demurely as she can manage.

The first real hit is on her left thigh, and she can feel the shape of the tip of the leaf and a shower of sparks behind her eyes that surely must have fled or danced off the pain, which is hot as liquid metal. And then it has a twin, crisp and cold as a winter bruise, when he slaps her right thigh. She is breathing through her mouth as though that will pull more of this sensation into her body. Her eyes slowly open and he’s breathing through his mouth, too, the dear man.

“How was that?” he asks, voice as hot as liquid metal. His tone is nearly flat and she knows that’s because he’s trying to keep his excitement under wraps. The devil is in her today and won’t let that stand, so she shifts her thighs against one another, pressing the edges of the new marks together, sighs dreamily, and murmurs “Wonderful.” And then through her low-lidded eyes she watches his go wide.

Maybe the devil is in him, too, because he presses the black leaf to the seam of her legs. Just south of the gusset of her panties, so close she feels how it gently grazes her through them and she shudders. Then she parts for him immediately. Sirius mutters “‘Wonderful’, hmm?” and zigzags the tip of the crop between her legs. Wider, that means. Wider she opens. Usually he hits up and down the fronts of her thighs, making patterns he will match at different times (he always gives her the most beautiful marks, and never gives them to her in a pattern she can anticipate, putting her wholly at his whim, exactly where she wants to be). Only then does he has her open for the delicious whipping of her sensitive inner thighs before he turns her over and fucks her abraded skin and mewling mouth into the tumble she’s made of his wool blanket.

But she’s always game to follow his lead at something different. He takes them such wonderful places together, after all. And his bed is so very big and everything on it so freshly laundered.

“Spell ‘wonderful’ for me, Alice,” he says quietly. She nods as though she is curtsying, even though her hands remain above her head, wrists crossed with no restraint. She did tease him, but she’s a good girl.

Just above the inside of her right knee, lightning lands and makes her w more gasp than exhalation.

Two quick smacks high on the left, very high. Her o comes out naturally, though perhaps it is also very high.

Sirius touches the tip of the crop gently against her right thigh again, just as high as he was on the left but so much more gently, the touch is like a fingertip. And indeed, he strokes it all the way down, slow and even, and she catches on and holds her n in the air until he punctuates it with a very sharp hit just above his first mark of this game, and it’s perfect pain, shimmering and oozing and hot, and she sobs with gratitude.

“More letters in that word,” he prompts, but he makes it sound like praise and she starts shaking from the thrill coursing through her entire body, and from her thankfulness for his care and encouragement.

Sirius lets her breathe out the d without any distraction, and an “I love you,” slips out of her instead. He smiles and leans over her to give her a quick kiss, which stills her comfortably.

“You look beautiful,” he says. The praise is warmer than liquid metal. It turns the tingly excitement in her to a more settled bliss. She knows it is still all disorder inside her skin, but the feeling is pleasant, less out of control. Even if she does get out of control, Sirius is right here.

She makes her e clear and slow, slow enough that he can get in a swat. He does, in the vulnerable middle of her left thigh. Both her legs jerk from it.

Need. She has so much need. He does not make her wait. He gently grinds the tip of the crop into her right thigh and murmurs “Right here.” She nods and the r becomes an “ar-uh!” when he quickly straightens himself and brings the tip back down, flat and with great force. He looked like a swordsman and she is sweating like a damsel deep in the mist blissful distress.

He lets her pant for a moment and strokes her legs with comfortable touch. Surely he feels the heat he’s made. She knows he knows it is there. It’s probably why he ignores it for now.

“I liked how you held the e,” he says. “Do that again with the next one. And eyes on the ceiling, Alice, don’t make me remind you again.”

It feels like she holds the f for a long time, but when he does bring the crop down it’s on her belly, and there is more breath than she thought she had left to go out of her in a hiss. It wasn’t a sharp hit but it was unexpected and heavens, does it concentrate the way her panties rest against her, squishy and wet.

Her u is so pathetic she can feel the way he stops in midair. She clears her throat and apologizes. In her head she makes it right, I-love—

“You,” Sirius says over her letter, and brings the crop down on her mons. The cotton over her is a pillow that absorbs the smack. But not all of it. Still, her groan is from knowing what comes next—or so she dearly hopes— than from the hit itself.

“Wait on the next one for a moment,” he tells her, and gives her a series of lashes on the tops of her thighs, shifting the heat again, putting her closer to where they usually go.

“That’s better,” Sirius says warmly. “What comes next?”

“L,” she whispers.

“That’s right,” he says. “Look at me, Alice.”

His face is flushed and smiling. He’s the picture of good health and humor, and he makes her want to launch herself into his arms and cling to him, but she stays put and waits for what he’ll say or do.

“How do you feel?” he asks. As though he doesn’t know.

“Wonderful,” she says honestly. “And agitated.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss her forehead. “Do you want to take these,” he whispers, poking her slit directly with the crop so she gasps under his chin “Off, or leave them on?”

“I want you to take them off,” she breathes. She’s allowed to be honest, he always wants her to be honest. “When you want to,” she adds.

His hum is so low it rumbles and she can feel how soaked she already is by the way more arousal slips out of her at the sound. “Wear them just a little longer, then,” he murmurs, and stands back up.

Sirius clears his throat into his fist. “Eyes,” he reminds her, and hers zip back to the ceiling. “Last letter?” he asks.

The crop comes down with perfect force on the wet cotton before she even says her l, so it is a song coming out of her, her need sharper than the slap, hot enough to stop an entire winter. Her hands grip one another so tightly she can feel her arms trembling.

He’s slipping her panties off her hips with careful hands. She nearly asks where the crop is before she realizes how impertinent that would be, and how grateful she is to feel his gloves. The air of the room feels so very cool on her heated flesh; his touch stabilizes her as he drags the sodden fabric off her legs, and it keeps her from feeling lost.

“Very good,” he tells her. The words are somewhat tense and she dares to allow her eyes to drift to him. He catches her doing it, of course, and smiles from behind the glove he’s just pulled off with his teeth. “That’s not so good, but I’ll allow it,” he drawls, tossing it behind him. “I’d say you’ve still earned a reward.”

He sits beside her on the bed and she babbles out overexcited thanks until he kisses her and slips his tongue into her mouth and two fingers into her sex, and then she is not sure she could spell if her life depended on it.

Thankfully he doesn’t ask her to.

#ikerev fanfiction #ikerev fanfic #ikerev sirius #sirius oswald #siriusly in love with him #pseu slings

[imaginedhaven]

Wildfire

a smutty Rowaelin one-shot

Summary:

Rowan Whitethorn has been sent to Varese under orders from his queen, to find a girl with wildfire in her veins.

Celaena Sardothien has been in Varese for several days now, and with nothing to lose she makes several gambles. Some work out better for her than others.

Rating: E for Explicit- NOT intended for readers under 18!!

Warnings/Contents: Graphic Sexual Content, Knifeplay, Semi-Public Sex, Angry/Hate Sex

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Rowan Whitethorn sat in a shadowy corner of the taberna, eyes fixed on a game of cards taking place not far from him. He did not usually frequent such establishments—or rather, not in Wendlyn, he had spent a great deal of time in such places elsewhere—but his mark was here, and so he came to observe.

She was doing a terrible job of cheating at cards, almost as though she wanted to be caught, but thus far those seated at the table hadn’t thrown any accusations in her direction. Her golden-blonde hair was messily braided back, as though she knew it would need to be bound back for some future plan but had scarcely bothered to care about her appearance.

Someone approached him as if to eject him from the table he was shamelessly taking all to himself, but one glare was enough to encourage the other to leave. Most of the patrons had been giving him a wide berth for the duration of the evening, his pointed ears marking him as Fae and the tattoo down his face marking him as other. That was fine with him. He preferred it that way, even.

A laugh rang from the table where the cards game was continuing and he turned his attention back to his target. She was running low on funds despite her attempts at cheating, which was likely why none of the others had pointed out her actions, but as he watched she removed a glimmering ring from her finger and set it on the table, eyes downcast as though she was focusing on what she had just offered as collateral. He knew, however, it was for a different reason.

If anyone paid close enough attention to her eyes, after all, it would be impossible to ignore the girl’s obvious Ashryver heritage in the capital of the country her extended family ruled. Those eyes, combined with her golden hair and the heat of a powerful gift of fire magic for those who could sense it as he could, would mark her as Aelin Galathynius for anyone who looked too closely.

He wasn’t certain what would happen if she should be discovered, or what she was even doing here in the first place. But his queen had sent him to follow this girl, to find her and bring her away from this place, and he had no choice but to obey. Even if she hadn’t, he couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward her. Aelin could have easily commanded the attention of the entire room if only she’d desired it, could do so much better than how she was currently choosing to spend her time, and a flicker of heat began to burn in him as their eyes met for a single moment that seemed to stretch on for minutes. 

Rowan frowned as those blue eyes ringed with gold looked him up and down, knowing it was a dangerous move for her to take her attention from the men before her. However, he found he couldn’t look away from the spirit of wildfire flickering in her eyes, a match for the power he knew lingered in her core. Before anyone else noticed her distraction, fortunately, she turned her attention back to the game of cards, carelessly flicking her braid over her shoulder.

The men at the table evidently accepted the ring as valuable enough. Was it an old family heirloom she had held onto after all these years? No, a closer look revealed the ring to be silver set with a semiprecious gem, hardly valuable at all in comparison to the gems a royal such as herself would likely have had access to. It was also less likely to have been stolen during her time gallivanting about Erilea as an assassin; surely she would have found better marks and this ring would not have been worth her time. What significance did it have to her, then? Did it have any at all?

Rowan shook his head. This was irrelevant information, and he was spending too long wondering about it. No, instead he watched as all of the girl’s tells suddenly shifted. She had been leading these men on the whole time about her abilities, then, and he leaned subtly in her direction as he saw a tiny but feral grin grace her features.

Feeling the charge in the air, Rowan subtly straightened his pale coat and felt for the hilt of the knife he’d tucked into knee-high boots. Either the men would catch her at cheating or they would be angered that she had conned them into gambling away more money than they’d planned on losing. Regardless of the precise accusation, it didn’t take someone with his experience in battle to tell a fight was brewing. It would be best to end it before it could begin, he decided, and in a single smooth motion he stood with the knife in hand. A quick twirl of the blade around his fingers righted its position within his grasp, and as he approached the table he took a moment to survey the surroundings.

Attacking any of the men would be likely to start the brawl the girl was obviously hoping for. That left making a move against the girl herself, and he allowed himself a feral grin at the pleasure the thought brought to him.

Quickly, his feet sure and silent as he crossed the room, he stepped behind her and carefully held the blade in his hand to her throat, his free hand coming to rest on her shoulder. The hand on her shoulder allowed him to feel her shiver at the cool steel of the knife, as well as her sudden stillness after. The men with whom she’d been playing all paused and looked at him, and he let them take in the tattoo along the left side of his face, the points of his ears, and the gleam in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said quietly, “for keeping this one distracted long enough for me to find her. You can keep whatever silver she gambled away as a reward, but I’m afraid she’s mine to deal with.”

The men who had been more than ready to start a fight against a deceptively defenseless girl were much less willing to come between a Fae warrior and his mark, and they quickly nodded their agreement. As they were scrambling to divide the coins between themselves he carefully palmed the ring that was still sitting on the table before wrapping his hand around her upper arm and urging her to stand.

While it would attract unneeded attention to leave his knife at her throat as he walked her out of the taberna, he laid the flat of the blade against her lower back just under the hem of her shirt, a threat and a promise of what was to come if she made any sudden movements.

~*~*~

Celaena had not come to the taberna that night in the hopes of provoking attention from one of the Fae. In fact, she had deliberately selected one that magic users avoided. However, she supposed it was just as well that she get this over with. She had known when she came to Varese that she would likely attract attention, though she had not expected one of the Fae warriors to find her so quickly.

He was still standing so close behind her as he marched her out of the building and down the alleys of the city’s underbelly, close enough that she could feel the firmness of his muscled frame and the warmth of his body. The contrast of the warmth of the male behind her and the cool blade he still held to her back shimmered in her senses, and it was quickly becoming difficult to focus on where exactly he was taking her.

As they walked, she realized he was leading her toward alleys the city guards usually failed to patrol regularly. Her days of roaming these streets had taught her a great deal about their patterns, and she realized with a shiver that soon they would be truly alone.

She quickly turned her mind toward ways she could turn this situation to her advantage. She was reasonably certain a warrior of this strength would be one of the blood-sworn she had heard so much about, meaning he was likely doing this under orders and unlikely to actually hurt her in any lasting way. However, he clearly had no problems toying with the threat of violence if the knife that was still laid against her back was any indication, and as they reached whatever destination he had in mind it reappeared at her throat as he shoved her against a wall.

In terms of fighting her way out she was hopelessly outmatched, she realized with a shiver. This male had quite possibly trained for centuries, both in fighting and in magic if she was correct, and she was in a disadvantageous position.

That left trying to talk her way out, which would be difficult at best but better than nothing. “So assertive,” she said, allowing her lips to curve into an easy grin. “Whatever did I do to you?”

The blade at her throat cooled further, and she felt the spark of magic in the air. So she was right about his magic, then. “You know exactly what you’ve done,” he replied, green eyes glimmering in the dimmed lights of the town around them.

“Do I get to know your name, or are you just going to keep me here all night with no idea what to call you?” she asked, and she felt the blade at her throat falter. Not a question he had been expecting, then. That was fine by her. She could work with unexpected.

The male seemed unimpressed when she glanced back up at his face, though he did finally grunt out a name. “Rowan.”

“Rowan,” she purred. “Well met. I’m Celaena, but I’m guessing you already knew that.” And as she continued, she allowed an edge of her irritation to creep into her voice. “And you’ve absolutely made a mess of my plans for the evening.”

Those green eyes darkened as she glared up at him. “Starting brawls in city slums is beneath you and we both know it.”

“And I would’ve thought taking girls from the street was beneath both you and your queen, but here we are,” she retorted, and he pressed closer against her with a snarl.

Oh, she could definitely work with that, she thought with a grin as she deliberately arched her back. One leg came up to wrap around him, foot tucked neatly behind his knee, and she allowed the thrill she felt at the warmth of him to show on her face.

It was a dangerous game for someone like her, attempting to seduce an immortal soldier, but she had seen him watching her in the taberna. He had made his displeasure evident by the expression on his face and the way he had removed her from the building, but she had also glimpsed the heat of his gaze. She would have to play this carefully, but it was her best chance to get free.

It certainly wasn’t a hardship, she thought with a grin as she allowed her eyes to trace the lines of the tattoo that marked his face. He was everything she could ask for in a partner despite her irritation with how they’d met, tall and strong and utterly unafraid of her. She arched her back again, allowing her head to tip back against the wall, and smirked as he growled. The knife had lowered almost imperceptibly, but she knew she had his attention now.

The warrior tucked the knife away into the belt he wore around his waist, but soon the cold kiss of steel was replaced with canines tracing along her neck. Celaena shivered, both at the danger those teeth represented and at the thrill of eliciting such a reaction from him. Gods, it had been so long…

Focus. She had to focus if she was going to come out of this on top, and a surge of anger swept through her at how easily he was turning the situation back to his advantage. “So tell me, Rowan,” she murmured, her own teeth grazing the point of his ear. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”

Before he could reply, she used the leg she’d hooked around him to draw him closer, rubbing herself up against the heat and firmness of him. He growled and pressed her against the wall more firmly, but she smirked as she felt the unsteadiness of his breath at her throat.

~*~*~

Aelin had to know exactly what she was doing, he realized with a growl. It had been a mistake to lead her away like this, to take her to a place she could use to her advantage. That being said, though, he could tell she wasn’t as unaffected as she wanted him to believe. With his position at her throat he could feel her racing pulse and see the flush of her skin. A slight shift of his weight allowed one of his thighs to press against her core, and he watched in satisfaction as she shivered, hips involuntarily pressing herself in closer.

If this was the game she wanted to play, he was more than happy to play along. After all, nothing in the order from his queen had specified the condition in which he was to return with the girl.

It was the work of a few moments to retrieve the knife from his belt and slice her shirt open from collar to hem, and he smirked at her indignant glare. “What is Hellas’ realm are you doing?” she hissed, one hand holding the two halves of the fabric together.

“Making sure you understand what sort of game you’re trying to play, princess,” he growled back as he watched her eyes darken with a combination of anger and the lust she was obviously trying to pretend she didn’t feel.

“You do realize I’m going to have to walk around the city like this later,” she snarled.

“Perhaps you should’ve thought of that before you decided to try provoking me,” he replied.

She growled at him in response, but shivered as one of his hands slipped under the shirt to trace patterns up her side. He watched cold calculation war with the wildfire heat in her eyes as he slid that hand back down to her hip, with the heat overtaking them as he began to toy with the ties of her trousers.

She finally arched into the touch once more, all the more appealing for its artlessness, and he smirked as he slipped the tips of his fingers below the loosened ties.

Her skin was just as heated here as it was over her pulse, damp with sweat and desire, and a quick circle of one of his fingertips had her gasping a soft noise into his ear. His victorious grin against her neck turned into one of satisfaction at the sound. “That’s all it takes?” he asked as he teased her pulse once more with his teeth. “Just one touch and you’ve given in, just like that?”

She snarled, but before she could voice a reply he pressed that finger into the heat of her and her snarl melted into a moan.

Gods, if she was this responsive at the slightest touch they were going to get caught like this, frequently patrolled area or not. Still, he couldn’t quite suppress the pleasure that coiled within him at the knowledge that he could reduce her to this with nothing more than a few short words and a few touches, nor could he resist the urge to press the hard length of his cock against her thigh as his finger curled inside her. “Careful, princess,” he breathed against her skin. “You wouldn’t want us to be found like this, would you?”

He pulled back just enough to get another look at her face and smirked as he met her hazy turquoise gaze lined with golden fire. “Then I’d suppose you’d better hurry up,” she panted. A glance down the rest of her matched the evidence of pleasure he’d found in her eyes. The shirt he’d sliced open was gapping once more at her chest, exposing flushed skin and the curve of her breasts heaving with her every labored breath. Through the thin fabric he could see the outline of her peaked nipples, and it took a monumental effort to restrain himself from reaching out and tweaking one in favor of enjoying the rest of the view before him.

His finger inside her had stilled in favor of focusing his attention on watching her, though it seemed to not be enough for her. Her hips arched away from the wall, and she did her best given the lack of leverage she had to rock up and down on him, growling again as he stopped her movements with a single press of his other hand low on her abdomen. She gasped and squirmed against the hold, but he had the upper hand here and he knew she knew it.

Finally she managed another sentence. “Are you going to just stand there,” she demanded, “or are you going to—”

His lips crushed against hers, in part to silence her and in part to savor her surprise. As he trailed his lips and teeth along her jaw and back down her neck in kiss after biting kiss, he debated his answer to her. It was a shameless ploy to regain dominance over him, and part of him grudgingly admired the attempt, clumsy as it was. While he would love nothing more than to slow down in response, maybe pull his finger back out of her entirely and focus only on teasing touches to her clit until she was whimpering and begging against him, he was also aware of their surroundings and the lack of time he had to elicit such a reaction.

Instead of a verbal reply, he moved both hands back to her hips, ignoring her whine of displeasure at the sudden lack of contact in favor of tugging her trousers down. With a firm grip, he lifted one of her legs again, working the fabric around the boot she wore until the clothing was dangling from a single ankle, trailing in the dust of the alley.

“Finally,” she breathed, her fingers tugging at the laces of his own trousers until he could spring free of them.

He smirked back at her, wrapping her bared leg around his waist as he carefully positioned himself. “Be careful what you wish for,” he taunted, and then he was pressing into her.

~*~*~

Gods, but Celaena had miscalculated, losing the upper hand in just a few short moments. As his thick length shoved into her, though, she couldn’t feel any regret.

It was quickly growing difficult to focus on anything but the delightful stretch of his cock inside of her where she needed it most, but she mustered what she could and looked up at him, meeting pine-green eyes blown wide with lust and watching as silver hair fell into the male’s face.

Her leg was anchored around his hip already, and Celaena wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders, both to keep him close and for balance as she arched away from the wall and pressed herself against him, urging him on.

As their hips met she gasped at the size of him, at the stretch that rode the perfect edge between too much and so good, and allowed her head to once more tip back against the wall. The male—Rowan—growled as the movement exposed her throat to him once more, and she knew without looking that his gaze would be fixed on the pulse hammering there. Fae were territorial creatures, operating on instinct far more than humans, and she knew that the exposure of such a vulnerable spot would drive him wild.

She had long since given up on getting the upper hand in this situation, if she was being honest with herself. Now, her only goal was to drive him as insane as he was driving her.

Sure enough, the hand that wasn’t holding her leg up wound its way up to her braid, tugging her head sharply to the side as his teeth grazed her neck once more. As he teased her neck his cock stayed maddeningly still within her, but she couldn’t appreciate the control that must have taken from him. Not when he was still holding back from giving her what she needed. With a rock of her hips against him, she growled, “Stop rutting teasing me and move already, I—”

The words melted into a sharp cry as he did just that, the sound of skin on skin soon filling the narrow alleyway. Gods, and she’d thought the feeling was good when he’d first entered her. The movement was exquisite, his cock filling her completely over and over as she clenched helplessly around him. Closer, she needed him even closer, and she braced her shoulders against the wall behind her and lifted her other leg as well, hooking her ankles together around his waist.

The movement gave her just enough room to slide one of her hands down off of his shoulder, tracing stuttering patterns over his chest through his shirt before it drew near to where they were joined, near to where his cock was now thrusting fast and hard into her. She circled a single fingertip around her own clit and gasped at the sensation, fire rapidly building inside her core at the touch and the size of him and the way he was still manhandling her, shoving her again and again with each thrust further into the wall of this dingy little alleyway—

His elongated canines sank into her neck and something within her snapped. It was all she could do not to scream his name as she trembled and shook with the orgasm he’d wrung from her so seemingly effortlessly, clinging to him as he continued to move against her.

He growled against her neck, his hands moving again until they were both clutching at her hips, tugging her against him as he continued to fuck her against the wall. The shift in position changed the angle of his cock moving inside her, and she bit her lip in what she hoped was a successful attempt to muffle the moan he tore out of her.

“Aelin,” he hissed in her ear, the sound both a warning and a plea, and just like that she tumbled over the edge again, clinging to him desperately, hands fisting in whatever fabric she could reach as her pleasure curled in her core and she clenched around his cock.

This time he was only able to continue for a handful of hard thrusts before he was trembling too, face pressed against the skin of her neck as his cock twitched and spilled inside of her. With the energy she had remaining she tugged him into a kiss, reveling at the way he quickly took it over and claimed her mouth as he had claimed the rest of her.

As they both struggled to catch their breath, chest heaving, Celaena squirmed until his cock slipped out of her and lowered her trembling legs back to the ground. Her hands remained fisted in his shirt, as she was relatively certain that without his support she wouldn’t be standing now.

As her breath began to settle into something approximating normal, she gave the Fae warrior a dazzling grin. “So tell me,” she murmured into his ear, “how upset do you think Galan would be if he found out I agreed to his little meeting entirely for the chance to do this?”

~*~*~

Rowan groaned and shoved at his mate’s shoulder as she laughed, causing her to stumble back against the wall that had been supporting them. “You’re incorrigible, and you’d best hope your cousin doesn’t learn that you sailed across the sea purely to indulge yourself in a misguided fantasy,” he replied.

“Please,” Aelin grinned. “It’s hardly misguided. You admitted years ago that even when we first met you couldn’t deny that pull you felt. Not to mention, it didn’t take me long at all to convince you.”

It really hadn’t taken her long, and if Rowan had the presence of mind to do so he would probably be at least a little embarrassed by that. However, in the years of being married to Aelin he had long since learned that she would get what she wanted one way or another. “There’s a perfectly good bed waiting in our room across town,” he pointed out. “This is an awfully long way to go to get me to—”

“Och, it’s not about getting you into bed,” she protested.

“I know,” Rowan replied, and he did know. The bond between them told him everything he needed to know about how this had soothed away some rough edge that lingered on in her from everything they had been through. Her eyes flashed up at him, bright with a teasing glimmer as she finally worked her way back into her trousers. 

“I’m still upset about you ruining my shirt, by the way,” she grinned. “You’ll have to make that up to me.”

He obediently handed over his cloak, settling the fabric over her shoulders. While not perfect, as it was too long for her, she would be able to wrap herself in it as they walked back to their rooms across town and hide the shirt from anyone who gave her a casual glance. He pulled the hood up and finally tucked her loosely braided hair behind pointed ears, smiling as she leaned into his touch. “That should do until we get you back,” he said.

The golden fire that lined her eyes flashed once more as she looked up at him. “Oh, that’s not what I meant,” she grinned. “No, you’re going to be a very busy male tonight, I’m afraid.”

Rowan fought back a groan at the promise in her smirk and her eyes. “You do realize we still have to actually make it across town, right?”

“Oh, I know,” she admitted easily. “Part of you making it up to me is you ensuring we get there quickly, so you can—”

Aelin’s words cut off with a gasp and a laugh as he scooped her up into his arms, walking as quickly as he could without arousing suspicion. After all, his queen had given an order, and he intended to obey.

~*~*~

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Hi y'all!

So I realized today that it's been about three months since I started cross-posting my stuff to ao3 (those of y'all who were here for After Each Midnight while it was still a wip will know that I've been writing for longer than that but anyway). With the latest fic I just posted, I now have 30 works published to ao3 within those three months! Which is wild to me!

Since that averages out to ten fics a month and I like round numbers, I decided to celebrate by listing my 10 favorite fics...of my own lol. Narcissistic? Maybe! But it's fun anyway!

This is a really long post as each rec includes a summary, an excerpt (or a few), and some personal notes/anecdotes about the writing process or what inspired me to write the fic, etc. so I'm putting it all under the break. If this doesn't sound like your cup of tea then of course please just skip over this one, but for anyone who wants to revisit some of my older works with me, or if you're curious about which fics I personally like the most, or if you want to talk about your favorite fics of mine in the replies or anything, then that's cool too! I just wanted to find a way to mark this down because it feels like something of an achievement ^_^

Thank you!

1. After Each Midnight Begins A New Day, (54,401 words, Rated E) Ship(s): 3zun, Wangxian Summary: When Lan Xichen wakes up the morning after the fifth anniversary of his life crumbling to rubble around him in Guanyin Temple, he's shocked to find both Nie Mingjue and Meng Yao in his bed, both whole and alive and...married to him?! (A time travel fix-it in which the time traveling and fixing of things has already been done by Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and Lan Xichen accidentally gets dragged along for the happily ever after.) Excerpt(s):

1. “Poor da-ge,” [Meng Yao] teases again, this time with a bit of an edge, and Lan Xichen cracks one eye open just enough to see him stripping first out of his shoes and socks, then his third layer of robes, then his second, until he’s dressed much as he had been the prior evening - in nothing but a black under-robe so sheer that it actually almost looks gray. It clings to all the petite, lithe curves of him and the sight makes Lan Xichen’s mouth practically water. “What if I want my turn with you now? What if I’m jealous that er-ge got to have you all to himself for hours , while your poor A-Yao had to go have a drink with Xian-didi just to pass the time.” “Oh gods you’re a beast too,” Nie Mingjue groans as Meng Yao slips on top of him gracefully to lean down and pepper kisses up and down his neck and shoulder. “Get off of me, foul creature. Go tempt our husband, I’m temporarily immune to your wiles.” “You’re never immune to my wiles, da-ge, and er-ge is meditating oh so diligently. He’s certainly not smiling and watching us through his lashes as if we’re not well aware of his tricks and what he likes to watch.” - 2. “It took years of practice, you with your painting and I with my answering, but when you were a teenager I finally decided on the best advice I could think to give you: Do not seek for every answer in this life all at once, Xichen,” he instructs with a smile as he returns to painting. “Let them come to you gently and in their season, and trust that all will be as it should in the end.” Lan Xichen takes another breath and returns to his painting with a slightly trembling hand - a trembling that ends up creating a lovely branch on the tree he is painting that, when he turns his head to look, is modeled almost exactly after the one growing in the garden behind the Gentian House, just beyond the window. “I don’t remember ever seeing this tree,” he whispers and Qingheng-Jun hums across from him in clear understanding. “And yet it flows from your brush all the same. Now we can all know that you have nothing to fear, your memories will also come to you in their season. Until then, allow yourself to rest, and remember that you have the support of your family whenever you need it.” “Yes, father,” he replies with a whisper and a tremulous smile, feeling lighter than he has in days. - 3. “I will go into seclusion.” The statement is a stone dropped into the gently rippling water of a spring-fed pool. The stone is jagged and pitted with all that the world has done to chip away at it, to make it rough and painful to the touch. It is sharp in his hands, heavy with all the hurts he still carries in his chest, all the grief he has no more room to hold. He feels lighter with it out of his grasp, the words settling into the ensuing silence with some bittersweet relief.

Notes: I know I've said it before but it bears repeating: this entire fic exists solely because of the smut scene in chapter 1. I thought of the smut first, and then the lead-in to it, and I intentionally left the end of chapter 1 ambiguous - it could have ended right there as an angsty one-shot with Lan Xichen believing that it was all a hallucination, and there's nothing really in the text to say that it's not because Lan Xichen is a very unreliable narrator in this fic. But then I wanted to write the backstory for the smut if, in fact, it wasn't a hallucination - and everything kind of...butterfly-effected out from there to become what it is now, along with all the extras in the series that's now roughly 120k long altogether and still not finished. Oops. Oh and also: this fic that started the ball rolling only exists because for some reason the servers for Omegle went down for months where I live, and prior to that I used to spend hours rp'ing. Without that creative outlet, I filled the vacuum with writing fic instead and now here we are. So if you're grateful for my fics then thank Omegle for sucking for a few months lol --//-- 2. Loving, Loud, Wild, and Theirs (7386 words, Rated T) Ship(s): Xuanli & Gen (kidfic), 3zun (briefly) - an extra for AEM Summary: A brief look at how in this kinder world, Jin Zixuan managed to find and legitimize his three siblings as well as a snapshot of the chaos of love and fun that is his family with his siblings, his beloved wife, and their seven children. Excerpt:

He had listened to [Madam Qin] and her handmaid, and he had believed them, and he had been unsurprised to find himself thinking quite uncharitably of his father following his promise to Madam Qin that he would do everything in his power to make it right, as much as he could. [Jin Zixuan and Meng Yao] return to Jinlintai the day after the next, once their business is concluded. He’s relieved when nothing needs his immediate attention as it means he’s free to retreat into his and Jiang Yanli’s quarters so he can tell her everything that’s weighing on his mind. “No more surprise siblings from now on,” he sighs into the comfort of Jiang Yanli's chest when he’s finished outlining what has happened and his plans to prepare a new suite of rooms in the family wing of the tower. For Qin Su. His sister. Jiang Yanli just laughs her tinkling laugh and kisses him, her hands gentle as she combs his hair back from his face with her fingertips. “You’ve got more siblings now than any of the rest of us,” she teases with a mischievous smile down at him that is a bit too reminiscent of, weirdly, both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu for comfort. “Two brothers, a sister, and of course we must keep Mianmian in her spot on the list. If you would like to count brothers-in-law as well you’ve also got A-Xian, A-Cheng, Huaisang, Wangji, Xichen, and Mingjue...” He groans and hides his face properly in the soft silk of her robes even as she laughs again over his head.

Notes: This fic is actually a request fill for someone and I had some trouble ending it because there's a lot more I want to write with this wild family, though I did eventually find what felt like a good place to cut it off with 3zun arriving in Jinlintai for the visit they leave for at the end of AEM. There is something of a follow-up floating around my wips that - if it ever gets written - is a direct sequel to AEM that continues where this extra leaves off, with 3zun getting to spend time with their hoard of niblings in Jinlintai. No promises about if/when that will get written though. --//-- 3. Performance Art (8106 words, Rated M) Ships: 3zun, Wangxian (briefly) Summary: A Modern AU inspired by the 'Hysterical Literature' performance art project. Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue, and Meng Yao take turns doing their best to read aloud from chosen written works as they're filmed. The twist is that they're trying to do so as they're being pleasured with a vibrator controlled by one of their partners off-camera, each of their turns ending when the partner being filmed/played with has an orgasm. Excerpt(s):

1. “Engage people with what they expect; it is..- it…it is what they are able to discern and.. ngh.. confirms their projections. It settles.. ah settles them into predictable-“ He cuts off suddenly to set the book down flat and slap one hand down sharply on the tabletop. Meng Yao simply clicks another button and Nie Mingjue groans as his newly unoccupied hand twitches back to rest on the edge of the table closer to himself, as if about to drop down beneath it. Lan Xichen and Meng Yao both shift forward in their seats but Nie Mingjue catches himself before they have to intervene, returning his hand to the middle of the table and forcing a deep breath into his lungs so he can continue. “-Predictable patterns of..of response, occupying their minds while you w-wait for the ex- extra-“ he huffs out a sharp breath and curls his hand into a fist as he tilts forward and forces out the rest of the sentence in a rush. “Extraordinary moment — that whichtheycannotanticipate. FUCK!” - 2. It’s a few hours of quiet, peaceful work later when Lan Wangji shifts his weight in the way that means he wants Wei Wuxian’s actual attention and not his ‘ I’m sculpting so I’m periodically looking at you ’ sort of attention which he is, of course, quick to grant. He pauses in his muttering half to himself and half to Lan Wangji to say, “Hm? What’s up Zhanzhan?” “From Xiongzhang,” he says by way of explanation, holding his phone out for Wei Wuxian to squint at the screen. It takes him a moment to understand what he’s looking at, his eyes needing a second to adjust to the small black and white video that’s playing after having spent hours looking between Lan Zhan and the clay form taking shape under his hands. “What is this?” he asks as he leans in closer and squints a little harder. He blinks and his eyes go wide in the next moment as he realizes what’s happening on the screen as the woman’s tension climaxes ( literally ) - and then it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump to figure out just why he’d been asked to create an eerily similar setup in his own studio the previous afternoon for three men he might as well consider his sort-of brothers at this point. His next exhale is a wheeze as his ears go hot and Lan Wangji is instantly shrugging into a robe to stand from his lounging position and approach, concern written all over his features. “Wei Ying?”

Notes: I don't really have too much to say about this one except that it brought me so much joy and laughter to write and it honestly kind of surprises me that it's one of my less popular fics - it's nothing but a fun, sexy time! But I'm also terrible at guessing trends/what people will want to see so that might be on me haha. Oh! Also - a minor thing but something I'm very mildly proud of: the narrator voice is dependent on who's behind the camera! I wanted a way to make the person filming feel just as involved as the other two and I thought that was a fun way to do it since within the narrative it's technically going to be their perspective used for the video they're recording. Just to give y'all a little insight into my decision-making when it comes to my writing style for this one. --//-- 4. Anything For My Nie-Zongzhu (6411 words, Rated E) Ship: NieYao - pre-canon (just barely) Summary: Meng Yao is Nie Mingjue's trusted right hand, intelligent and valued by his Sect Leader, at least, who has learned lately to appreciate him a hell of a lot in private too - and for much more personal matters than the minutiae of running the Nie Sect. Seeing as Nie Mingjue trusts him so much, he finds it in himself to ask for something new - for Meng Yao to top him. [Technically an extra for AEM but can be read as a standalone] Excerpt:

“Am I to play into this boorish act you’re putting on tonight?” he teases instead as he steps closer until he’s near enough to feel the way the steam from the bath has turned the air sticky and humid. Nie Mingjue finally looks up at him and Meng Yao is internally crowing with triumph as he watches the lines of tension around his eyes and mouth fall away, his expression smoothing into quiet contentment. He did that. His presence alone is enough to help Nie Mingjue relax. It feels nearly as good as the day the man had angrily defended him to his own disciples and promoted him on the spot. “It’s not an act, I’m plenty boorish,” Nie Mingjue gruffs, returning his gaze to the letter, but this close Meng Yao can actually watch his eyes do nothing but try to glare a hole through the center of the page. “Of course you are, Zongzhu,” Meng Yao allows, his tone openly humoring - as is the smile tightening the corners of his mouth. “Therefore I can only suppose that you would prefer it if I returned to my walk and left you to continue your...correspondence in peace.”

Notes: Once again not really many notes on this one! I just love NieYao, I think their dynamic during Meng Yao's Nie Sect days has so much potential and I love exploring it every so often. --//--

5. Bite The Hands That Feed (1590 words, Rated E) Ship: XiYao Summary: After being forced out of the Nie Sect, Meng Yao has to come to grips with the hunger that's been chasing him his whole life, and he finds temporary satisfaction over and over in Lan Xichen, who is always so generous with his time and his body and is willing to help him feel less empty even just for a night. Excerpt:

He would never bite the hands that feed him, that stuff him full enough to make him believe for a moment that he’s no longer starving. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t inflict pains. He bites and he scratches and he plants himself in the bloody furrows until flowering moans reward his violent care, until pleasure bursts sun-warmed and sweet between them, berries ripe for the picking. He stains his mouth red with them, his fingers purple with the bruises he paints so delicately on his devotee’s body. If Meng Yao is being clawed to a slow torturous death from within, then it stands to reason that his other half will be ripped to shreds from without. He keeps his nails sharp and his teeth bared to tear into his flesh and drink sweetly of the vintage he offers - sweat, spend, blood, saliva when their mouths meet for crushing kisses. All of it is his to consume. He puts his mouth to the feast of Lan Xichen’s body and eats until the hunger pangs are satiated, drinks until he feels dizzy with it.

Notes: So I wrote this one when I was getting a little tired of the straight narration style of all my other fics and I wanted to try my hand at something looser, a little more prose-like but also a little darker than my usual fluff. I'm not sure how successful I was - this is actually one of my absolute least popular fics, number-wise! - but it's one of my favorites anyway. --//-- 6. A Figure, A Mouth (2788 words, Rated M) Ship: Wenzhou Summary: A quiet, intimate evening spent in the comfort of the Four Seasons Mountain Manor sometime between their arrival/fixing up of the place and the confrontation with Ye Baiyi. Excerpt:

After a while of warming each other up Wen Kexing urges him back up to push the bed under the window just as he’d said he would. Zhou Zishu takes the opportunity to blow out the candles before he rejoins Wen Kexing in their bed, the sudden darkness leaving them free to admire each other clothed in nothing but broad swathes of cool, sweet blue light bisected by deep black lattices of shadow from the trees out in the yard, the shadows from the contours of the wall and decorations around the window blocking and revealing them in turns. Lao Wen is, of course, as beautiful like this as he has been in every way Zhou Zishu has ever seen him, and he takes the time to savor it, to indulge in the decadence that Wen Kexing presents for each of his remaining senses. He’s a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle and skin glistening with glittering diamonds of sweat along his shoulders and the soft curve of his cheek. He’s a symphony for the ears, breathless desire and tender calls of his name that Zhou Zishu never lets go unanswered when they’re like this. By now Wen Kexing is an expert at drawing pleasure from him in every unlikely way there is to make sure that the effects of the nails don’t keep him from reaching his peak at least once, occasionally more in spite of his fading sense of touch.

Notes: Wenzhou makes me so soft and emotional, y'all. The next one on the list is also a Wenzhou fic and I just can't seem to stop writing them in fluffy/smutty situations because it's what they deserve. I really don't have anything more interesting to say about this fic, I just love them haha. --//-- 7. Tease Him Just Enough (2537 words, Rated M) Ship: Wenzhou Summary: A possible outcome if the conversation post-face reveal in episode 6 had gone differently - i.e. if Zhou Zishu had called Wen Kexing out on all his flirting and challenged him to do something about it - and then he does. Excerpt:

They don’t need words to communicate that at least right here in this particular moment there’s no one else they would rather have in their arms, pressed up against their bodies, no one else’s tongue who would find a new home in each other’s mouths or any other body their hands would rather explore. Wen Kexing has already known that they’re fated, but for the first time it feels like they’re agreeing to be so. Even if it’s just for a night. (Not that he thinks it will be just one night for them, but getting Zhou Xu to agree to anything remotely of the kind is like trying to drag a stray back-alley cat into a bath so he’ll take what he can get.)

Notes: My first fic for Word of Honor! The whole time I was watching the show (read: obsessively binge-watching) I was like 'Okay I like this show a lot but it's not nearly as compelling as The Untamed, idk if I'll be motivated to write anything for it'. Then I got to the end and I was like NEVERMIND YES I AM. I played myself. --//-- 8. You Need Tending (12,108 words, Rated T) Ship(s): Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji & Lan Xichen, Lan Qiren & The Jades & Wei Wuxian (this is a kidfic so nothing romantic!) Summary: Wei Wuxian is alone and homeless on the streets of Yunmeng, unaware of the presence of his parents' old friend so nearby. Lan Wangji is a child grieving for the loss of his mother in silence, overwhelmed by the world his uncle keeps dragging him out into. It takes their paths crossing more than once for Lan Qiren to realize just who Wei Wuxian is and that he needs their help, but he gets there eventually. Excerpt:

He watches on as the man comes to a stop next to the boys and squats down to check over the one who had been lost and suddenly he remembers lying on the ground and looking up at a stern-faced man with gentle hands and a ribbon across his forehead. The man who had given him medicine and bandages after a small boy had defended him from dogs, and an older boy had talked to him so kindly and helped him to sit up off the dirt. Wei Ying gasps as the memory hits and he scrambles back down off the roof, landing on the packed dirt of the space between the buildings with an oof, excitement bubbling in his chest. Along with the memory comes a name and it flies from his lips as he scrambles up off the ground to push his way into the crowd again. “Master Lan!” he shouts, his tiny voice lost in the din of the market. He tries to shove closer but the little family is already walking away, their backs to him as he strains against the flow of people much bigger and stronger than him. “Master Lan!” he tries again, desperation lending extra strength and emotion to his cry. Wei Ying stops struggling as he watches the two boys in white walk away, the pair of them flanking Master Lan in his sky blue robes as they move through the market, radiating serenity in the midst of the chaos. His vision blurs and he scrubs his forearm against his eyes angrily to dry them, trying to keep the three of them in his sight for as long as he can just in case they turn around and spot him. Just in case they remember him and maybe want to tell him to come with them.

Notes: Baby Wei Ying T-T He just hits me right in the heart, and so does baby Lan Zhan! And baby Lan Xichen. All the babies. This fic was actually completely inspired by an utterly adorable fanart of Lan Xichen giving a grumpy baby A-Zhan a piggyback ride! I'd been wanting to write a kidfic type fix-it for a while and that art was the spark I needed to come up with something workable. (Edit: here’s my reblog of the art I’m talking about!) --//--

9. Familial Circumstances (5393 words, Rated G)

Ship(s): Lan Qiren & Original Characters, Lan Qiren & Jin Zixuan, Lan Qiren & Qin Su, Lan Qiren & Mo Xuanyu - An extra for AEM

Summary: Another kidfic extra for the horde of children in Jinlintai, this time as seen through the lens of their beloved Great Uncle Lan. It's a simple relationship-study-type look at how all the children love their Great Uncle and how much he loves and treasures them in return.

Excerpt:

An unusual stillness accompanies [Jin Ruhai's] playing. Jin Lu stops fidgeting with her fingers, the twins slip into the perfect stillness of those who are utterly aware of themselves at all times - a trait [Lan Qiren has] noticed in every skilled fighter he’s ever come across - and even Jin Ye relaxes, slumping further and further backwards until she’s slouched down against his stomach, legs dangling over his crossed shins.

The piece isn’t a terribly long one, nor as complex as the next score Lan Qiren intends to teach the boy, but Jin Ruhai’s mastery of it is impressive. Again, Lan Qiren is forcefully reminded of Lan Wangji, always most at peace when behind his instrument to play with and/or for the people he loves.

There’s silence in the room until the last note fades with a shiver into the air and Jin Ruhai pulls his hands back from the instrument. The stillness lasts for one more moment before it’s interrupted by Jin Lu sneezing suddenly and her siblings laugh as the quiet breaks.

“I had to hold that in the whole time !!” Jin Lu laughs as she rubs her sleeve under her nose, one eye screwed shut as she giggles. “I didn’t want to mess up A-Zhuang’s song, it’s so pretty!”

Notes: I'm definitely biased because they're all my oc's except for Jin Ling, but I genuinely love all of the Jin children in the AEM AU. If anyone is ever interested in knowing more about their individual personalities and the like please don't hesitate to ask me, I've actually put quite a bit of thought into all 6 of the kids I created wholecloth and I have a lot of feelings about Jin Ling getting the chaotic siblings and loving parents he was robbed of.

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10. Opportunities To Practice (5710 words, Rated M) (*WIP)

Ship: Xuanli - An extra for AEM

Summary: Jin Zixuan is nervous for his..marital activities with Jiang Yanli - after all, who could he possibly ask for advice? His father? No thank you. Thankfully Jiang Yanli is sweet and patient and knows her husband well - he just needs a bit of time and he'll get it figured out.

Excerpt:

She shivers with an interesting combination of want and intense vulnerability as she stands there, feeling bare in spite of her remaining layer. It’s of a material so sheer as to be practically nonexistent, nothing more than a delicate veil of a red so pale it’s nearly pink that sits on her body like a second skin. Until it falls gently away at the knee to flutter around her ankles, it clings to every curve, every contour, and as she watches Jin Zixuan doesn’t even bother to hang the robe he had just removed on the screen. He lets it drop into a soft pool around her bare feet, his gaze roaming her newly exposed figure - she would perhaps feel strange about it did he not look so devoted , so in awe of seeing her practically naked in front of him.

Yanli gasps softly as he suddenly drops to his knees at her feet and oh - that’s heady. Her body, which she hasn’t really thought of too much in the past beyond the occasional irritation that it’s weaker than she would prefer, has put the man she loves on his knees. He’s looking up at her now, his eyes wide and his hands reverent as he raises them to rest on her thighs, thumbs caressing her too-warm skin through the barely-there robe that bunches up softly under the pressure of his grip.

“You’re right,” he finally breathes, sounding slightly strained. “I’d like this to stay on. If that’s - are you alright?”

“I am,” she reassures.

Notes: This last fic is technically a wip, the only one in the list! However! - it's going to be a collection of one-shots centered around Xuanli and their sexual exploits that lead to their seven children, and possibly also the ones that are just for fun (horny Yanli rights forever). It's not currently high on my list of priorities or anything and the one chapter that's up so far can stand on its own so it's a wip but it's not? I just love Xuanli so much and I want to explore their relationship in my happy fix-it AU whenever the mood strikes, and whenever that happens this is where those one-shots will go.

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And that's it! My personal top 10 favorite fics of my own as of right now. I thought about doing my top 10 according to statistics like hit counts or kudos, but I genuinely love some of these unpopular fics and I wanted to give them some love and attention even if it's just for me. I know there's a lot here to sift through but if any of y'all enjoyed the list or any of the specific fics on it let me know! I liked taking this little pause to take a look at what I've actually been producing these last few months.

Thanks for reading!

#the untamed fanfic #gonna tag the main romantic ships listed: #3zun #NieYao #XiYao #Wangxian #Xuanli #Wenzhou #y'all I legit spent hours formatting this and writing all this out #I also went looking for the fanart that inspired You Need Tending so I could link it and my page refreshed #which I suspected it would do so of course I hit Ctrl+A and copied it all - #only to find out that doing that doesn't extend past the readmore break which I had already put in #so I lost the whole introductory bit and had to rewrite it #T-T I didn't even find the fanart I'm gonna look for it again on mobile cuz it's easier #ANYWAY - literally no one asked for this and I don't even know if anyone was curious to begin with but I wanted to make this anyway soooo #It's also lowkey one of my goals to write something one day that becomes popular enough to end up on rec lists #So this is me kind of indulging that in a very 'tooting my own horn' kind of way that I refuse to apologize for #No shame in my game #Also if you see any typos or formatting weirdness No You Don't :) I've been doing this for 5+ hours and I'm hUNGRY

[kingsofneon]

I wildly misheard the lyrics to Ke$ha's Cannibal and thought of you. Can we get something on the theme of "my little heart goes pitter patter every time you think you matter"?

me vibrating the normal amount at recieveing an ask: yeah sure bud w/e

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They find the gold in a ghost ship.

The crew's one man, half-starved and he snarls slurs instead of pleading so Marco doesn't feel that bad about killing him. His bones go up in ash, and then they set about exploring. Pops had sent the two of them out first to stake out the ship drifting their way, haki meaning he wasn't concerned about an ambush but curiosity making him want to explore. Ace can't get sick - his body temperature is literally posion to most viriuses - and Marco's fucking immortal, so if iless was what took them out-

But then again; this section of the Line is known for blowing people off course, and they soon find there's no food in the hold. It's a sure sign of simple mistakes instead of illness, so Marco's not on edge as he trails after a delighted, eager Ace.

For all that they know what caused this ship's fall, it's still cold and still below decks, the ship creaking in the waves and almost completely silent. Marco holds back a shiver as Ace raises his fire-lit hand up higher, light dancing along the weather-worn beams.

And then it strikes gold; the room they walk into gleams, shining shafts of light sent in striking patterns all around them.

"Holy shit," Ace says, eyes alight at the pile in the middle of the room. And it is a pile; almost a mountain of shimmering gold coins and jewels, all iridescent in his flames.

There may not've been food, but if they'd known how to eat gold, they would've been fed for years.

Marco watches as Ace's grin spreads from ear to ear, and then he takes a running leap into the pile, the clatter of coins making the ship's silence shatter. He lets out an oof, then rolls over, covered in gold and grinning.

"Marco," he says delightedly, and it would be nice if Marco could answer, but for the moment he's spellbound by the sight. If he could, he'd leave Ace spread on a pile of gold always; his skin is beautiful, glowing in the reflected firelight, and the gold brings out the warm tones in his eyes and his hair. Ace's expression shifts, a hint of cocky delight coming to his mouth. "Hey birdbrain, think you can make your way over here? Or is this much glitter making you malfunction."

He shakes his head in a vague approximation of a no, but also mainly to get his wits back, taking measured steps toward Ace before bending down to kiss him. Ace sighs quietly, sweetly, biting at his bottom lip and letting his free hand drag Marco closer by the collar of his shirt.

"It wasn't the gold that I was distracted by," Marco murmurs when he's allowed to pull away, and is delighted by Ace's pretty flush. It's barely visible in the light, but Marco's well-practiced in his boyfriend's face.

He's well-practiced, and so that's enough to see Ace cock his head, the heartbeat of time where he makes a decision, where today is just enough for him.

"I deserve it," Ace says, and Marco gets to his knees. You do, you do, you do, chants the part of him obsessed, delighted by Ace taking what he wants. What he deserves, and has deserved since birth.

"It looks good on you," Marco says instead, kissing Ace's knee, the sharp jut of his hip, his neck, and Ace chucks his head back, hands twining in Marco's hair.

"Thank you," Ace says, instead of his normal refute, and Marco wants to crow from a flagpole, pride filling his chest. "You look very good too, pretty bird."

Marco feels his cheeks faintly flush, and levers himself off his knees to draw Ace into a kiss, hand pressed against Ace's half-hard cock. He tastes like blood and gold, heat and joy, and Marco can hear his heart thumping in his ears, a delightful sound when normally it just ticks.

Before meeting Ace- he was so calm, before meeting Ace. Phoenixes are fire, sure, but they're long-lived, they're permanent. They know when to burn but they spend so long in the skies that sometimes they forget humanity. And Marco? Marco's old, old enough that so many things don't bother him anymore.

But Ace's self-hatred bothered him, and seeing him like this? Seeing him confident?

He's pretty grateful that Pops is a good therapist.

"Marco," Ace says, nails gently scritching at his scalp, and Marco doesn't hold down the purr in his throat, "I think you're gonna ride me on this pile of gold. That's a fucking story."

His grin is sharp and stunning when Marco pulls away from kissing his neck. The words aren't a question; just confident, gleeful fact, and Marco has never been more eager to make them reality.

"Anything you want," he says, with a grin of his own.

He wonders if Ace knows how much he means it.

#i will also say i kinda #ooo man idk smth abt the vibes of it also made me think #abt smth kinda sad #dunno what broski!!! #but like a :) haha you dumb fool you think you matter? #pathetic. But so cute #lbr tho i like this one better snickers #vibes inspired by mido assss always #ribs and otherwise - the fic where ace wears a corset and doms the shit out of everyone #marcoace #opnsfw #my writing #anon #asks #the OTHER one was ace + aftermath of wb death / marineford & he finally stands up up for himself again

[shirophic]

birthdays, what intricate things, no? | fuyuhiko kuzuryu x peko pekoyama

here’s another drabble/fic i’ve worked on, lmao here. tw: mentions of blood, sword, mentions of death, angst

“Happy Birthday!”

It was Kuzuryu’s birthday, a special day for sure. After all, the young looking but bold yakuza was turning 23.

Everyone had celebrated with him, throwing a huge party at a nightclub. Party decorations were hung up everywhere, laser lights were dancing across the room, and the past contestants of the second (and hopefully last) killing game had fun, letting go of all of their worries.

Owari and Nidai were dancing together and bumping into everyone laughing loudly. Mioda was performing “I Squeezed Out The Baby And I Don’t Know Who The Father Is.” Saionji and Koizumi were hyping Mioda up while Tsumiki looked uncomfortable but tried to smile with the loud music. Tanaka and Soda were glaring at each other across the room while Nevermind was dancing to Mioda’s singing. Togami was at the corner of the room watching everyone while Hanamura was serving food out to the crowd of adults. Hinata, Komaeda and Nanami were talking with each other.

While Kuzuryu pretended on the outside as if he didn’t care, he really did. After the killing game, he has softened up to his classmates, occasionally letting his guard down.

He had nightmares about the game, although he looked like he didn’t care about the killings - he actually did. Yakuza dealt with gangs and mobs all the time, he was taught this very early on in his life. Whereas it was a yakuza’s duty to be on guard and kill when needed, he was in shock about the game.

Forcing literal children in a killing game? Kuzuryu had killed before, he had a lot of blood on his hands. But he never remorsed about it, afterall it was his duty as a yakuza.

Shaking away his depressing and remorseful thoughts, he looked over to the love of his life, Peko Pekoyama.

Peko was always there for him, always. She refers to herself as a “tool”, but Kuzuryu thought her more than that. Sure, he had grown up with Peko and she was always there like a knight in shining armour in case he got hurt but, in reality - he never wanted that. 

He had only wanted her.

Looking at the ground, he slyly took Pekoyama’s hand, a blush forming on his cheeks. Pekoyama turned around from watching Mioda sing and smiled at his antics. She took her other hand and put it on top of his, giving it a firm grip.

Kuzuryu slowly looked up at Pekoyama, locking eyes with her. She was stunning, as always. Her silver hair flowing on her shoulders (for once), her black and white checkered patterned kimono clashing with her light grey coat with her bamboo sword. And most of all - her bright, red eyes.

People were intimidated by Pekoyama at first glance, despite her cute name. But when you’ve known her for literally your whole life - you’d know better than that.

She’s sad that because of her fierce appearance and sword, she can’t pet fluffy animals. She doesn’t like senseless killing, even if she is the ultimate swordswoman. And lastly, she doesn’t know how to smile, after years of not smiling.

Kuzuryu and Hinata had tried to help her smile, it lasted a week. Pekoyama struggled while Hinata and Kuzuryu were her cheerleaders, hyping her up every step of the way. And when Pekoyama finally got her smile right, Kuzuryu’s heart stopped. It was the cutest smile he’d seen, especially coming from the woman you’d sell your soul to.

Coming out of his haze, Kuzuryu had tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you, Peko.”

Pekoyama smiled, tears forming at the ends of her eyes,

“I love you too, Fuyu.”

- - -

After a while, it was time to cut the cake. Everyone gathered at a circle table in the middle of the bar, excited.

“Woohoo! Baby gangsta turning 23 today! Can you believe it?” Owari yelled.

“Hey! I told you not to call me that anymore..” scowled Kuzuryu.

“I’m sure she means only good, Fuyu.” Pekoyama reassured.

Kuzuryu sighed, smiling up at Peko. He always melted when she used that nickname.

“Can we cut the cake yet? I’m starving.” Owari complained, getting nods of agreement from the other ex-students.

Kuzuryu stopped and then chuckled a bit, enough so that only Pekoyama could hear. He loves the fact that no one had changed, due to all of them going through so much together.

“Alright! Time to cut cake everyone!” Nanami smiled.

“Hey, why don’t you and Peko cut it together? Koizumi suggested.

Pekoyama looked over at Kuzuryu, smiling. “Shall we?”

Pekoyama unsheathed her sword, holding it and offering Kuzuryu to hold it as well.

“It’s your 23rd birthday, we must make it memorable.”

Kuzuryu silently agreed and took the sword with Pekoyama, getting closer to the cake.

Together, they slice the cake with Pekoyama’s sword.

But Kuzuryu paused. The cake was hard to slice, why? A cake should be made with flour, sugar, milk and eggs right? Why should it be hard?

“Hey why the pause? I’ve been waiting for this moment!” Souda said, clearly impatient.

Kuzuryu shook it off and continued to slice it, until it made a certain sound.

Squish

A cake shouldn’t make that sound either, what was happening?

Komaeda appeared beside his side, which Kuzuryu was confused about since he was sure he saw Komaeda across the table.

“Fuyuhiko, look at Peko.”

Chills running through his spine, he turned around to see Peko.

Pekoyama was there, hunched back, as the very bamboo sword she held cut through her stomach, blood flowing everywhere.

“Fuyu..? What did you… do?”

Kuzuryu stood in shock, not knowing what to do, he did the very best thing that came at the top of his mind. 

He screamed.

- - -

Kuzuryu woke up, startled from his dream.

It was 4 a.m, August 17th, a day after his birthday.

Kuzuryu sweatdropped, then getting up from his bed and going to his kitchen, hoping to make a coffee in peace.

And there his roommates were, Tanaka, Soda and Hinata, drinking coffee while talking together.

Kuzuryu sighed, and went further into the kitchen to make his own coffee.

“Hey Fuyuhiko, what’s wrong?” Hinata questioned.

“Agreed, what is pestering your mind?” Tanaka said shortly after.

“It’s.. It’s nothing, go back to whatever you guys were doing.” Fuyukiho said, obviously tired.

“Eh, you heard the guy,” said a nonchalant Soda.

Hinata and Tanaka both glared at him and focused their attention on Kuzuryu.

“No seriously, what's wrong.” Hinata questioned again, but with more of a firm tone.

Kuzuryu ignored him and made his coffee, pretending as if he didn’t have time for them.

Tanaka appeared at his side, a hand on his shoulder, “You do know, that you can confide in us, yes?

Kuzuryu sighed annoyedly, “It’s not that big of a deal! Just leave me alone.”

The room went silent. 

“You’ve had a nightmare again, haven’t you?” Hinata asked.

Kuzuryu went silent to that, glancing at Hinata, he nodded slightly.

The other three didn’t know what to do but give him space, so they let Kuzuryu finish making his coffee and watched as he headed towards his room, slamming the door.

Kuzuryu sat down on the side of his bed, sipping his coffee.

He didn’t know what to do at this point of life.

He was the Ultimate Yakuza, sure. But he had nothing to do anymore. He had graduated from Hope's Peak and now lived in an apartment with some of his ex-classmates.

The entirety of his life was dedicated to his yakuza duties. And now it’s gone. He only had memories of what his life had been of the past, all of which had Peko.

The mere thought of Peko brought tears to his eyes. He hadn’t - no couldn’t accept she was going to die, and had sobbed his heart out in front of everyone, not caring.

Peko was his life, his world. He had never wanted her to think she was just a tool for his benefit. He had never thought of her that way. She was a human being, just like him.

Kuzuryu started to sob quietly, remorsing Peko for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I-I miss you so m-much.. Peko..” Kuzuryu hiccuped. “w-why’d you have t-to leave me so e.. early..?”

Maybe it was a blessing just to have spoken to Peko.

Maybe it was a curse, he’ll never know.

Kuzuryu sobbed in what felt like an eternity, slowly falling back to sleep - and eventually, he met his lover again.

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