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fandom-puff · 2 years

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Just imagine Tywin always getting interrupted when he's ready to devour his Lady wife and him snapping after a week, making the Lord or whoever bothered him wait outside listening to an absolute fuck fest 🤫😇

Fuuuuuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

This has smut, dominance and a cheeky bit of exhibitionism in it so proceed w caution gang xx

You had never seen your Lord Husband quite like this. Of course, the two of you had consummated your marriage, and over the few months of your marriage you had spent the night in one another’s chambers with the hope of producing an heir.

But now, it seemed that Tywin’s infamous control had finally slipped. When you entered his office, he looked up from his desk where he was hunched over reams of parchment, his quill scratching furiously. His sharp green eyes were narrowed and his nostrils flared as you offered him a small smile. Placing his pen down, he stared at you briefly, before beckoning you over to him with two fingers. “Come here, wife,” he said lowly. Instantly you hurried over, knowing better than to challenge him. Gently, your hand reached to cup his cheek, a tentative movement, but he sighed slightly, still staring hard at you.

“Perhaps we should go to your bedchamber, my Lord?” You murmured, although as Tywin stepped closer to you, you were backed up onto the desk, until you perched on the edge.

“Here will suffice,” he said, and you nodded, staring up at him, rather like a doe caught by a hunting party. Tywin observed this stunned look on his gentle little wife’s face only briefly, before his lips were pressed tightly against yours, kissing you with a ferocity you had never felt before.

“My Lord,” you whimpered pushing your heaving chest towards him. “My lord, Tywin please,”

Hearing your desperate whimpering caused a deep growl to rumble deep in Tywin’s chest, and as he began to trail heated kisses down the exposed skin of your neck, his hand found their way up your dress, bunching the fine crimson fabric up over your hips. Panting, you watched as Tywin pulled up his grand carved chair, your eyes flicking down briefly to observe the growing bulge in his breeches as he settled himself before you, holding your knees apart. “You’re soaked,” he observed. “I can see it even through your smallclothes…”

He was like a man possessed, tearing the thin linen to gain access to your glistening cunt, instantly lowering his mouth to your sensitive flesh and pulling a pleasured sigh from your lips. Tywin eating your cunt was a rare occurrence, and the wet feeling of his tongue lapping at your most intimate areas had your head spinning.

As your eyes rolled back into your head and your leaned back on your elbows, bucking your hips up to Tywin’s unrelenting mouth, soft cries leaving your lips, there was a thudding at the door.

“Lord Hand,” a gruff voice called through the thick wood. “I have come to discuss-”

“It can wait,” Tywin called out, his voice harsh and rough. He looked up at you and held a finger to his lips as you regained your breath. His neat hair was tousled, his eyes were dark with desire and his lips and chin shone with your arousal.

“D’you want me to come back, Milord?” The voice called.

Tywin was quiet for a moment, before… “no. Wait there,”

You sighed, already feeling frustration peak within you at the thought of a ruined, interrupted orgasm. But as you made to hop off the desk, Tywin hold your thighs firmly, before unlacing his trousers.

“He’ll hear,” you whispered urgently as he lined his cock up with your needy entrance. But your actions spoke completely different words as you rolled your hips, eager to have him inside you.

“Good. I want him to. That’ll teach him not to interrupt me at such an hour,” Tywin murmured back, and when he arched his brow at you in question, you nodded, letting out a strangled moan as your husband began fucking you upon his desk with a lowly Knight stood just outside the door.

#tywin lannister smut #Tywin Lannister x reader #Tywin Lannister x you #Tywin Lannister #game of thrones #game of thrones fic #game of thrones smut

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vidoeslot · 3 months

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as a tech lover what do u think of ai. love ur art <3

Oh man. This is a hell of a question!!

I think right off the bat I want to say that “AI” as a term is so so deeply misused it may be beyond repair at this point. The broadness of AI cannot be understated. Even the most basic search and sorting algorithms are AI. Chessbots are AI. Speech recognition is AI. Machine translation, camera autofocus, playlist shuffle, spam filtering, antivirus, inverse kinematics, it all uses AI and has used it for years. Every single piece of software you interact with has AI technology in it somewhere.

All of this is mostly unrelated to what most people think of as AI nowadays (generative AI, like chatGPT or midjourney), both of which are entirely unrelated to the science fiction concept of an artificial intelligence.

That said, I'm assuming you're talking about generative AI since that's the hot-button issue. I think it's a very neat technology and one I wish I could be enthusiastic about seeing improve. I also think it is a deeply dangerous technology and we are entirely unprepared for the consequences of unfettered access to and complete trust in AI generation. It's what should be a beneficial technology built on foundations of harm – programmed bias from inextricable structural prejudice in the computer science world, manipulation of sources without creator/user/random person who happened to be caught on a camera once/etc consent – being used for harm – deliberate disinformation, nonsense generated content being taken as fact, violation of personal privacy and consent (as seen with deepfake porn), the list goes on. There's even more I could say about non-generative neural networks (that very reductive reference to "bread scanning AIs they taught to recognize cancer cells" so highly lauded by tumblr) but it just boils down to the same thing; the potential risk of using these technologies irresponsibly far and away outweighs any benefit they might have since there's no actual way to guarantee they can be used in a "good" or "safe" way.

All of it leaves a rotten taste in my mouth and I can't engage with the thought of any generative AI technology because of it. There's just too much at stake and I don't know if it even can be corralled to be used beneficially at this point. The genie's out of the bottle.

#sorry if you meant something else and i just started a lecture for no reason #.txt #asks #anon

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wheelercore · 5 months

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The Curious Case of The Dead Wheeler Granny

Also known as: I need to make a cohesive post that actually has context so i can add it to the ✨ master post ✨. So basically if you already know, you know. idk.

So... recently have been thinking A Lot about weird "production errors" (tm) and creel home fuckery + wheeler parallels. Its no secret that there are Many references to the creel home in the wheeler home for whatever reason, from the piano to the wedding dress to even the clock chimes (?) close to the the door way of the wheeler home.

However one of the most fascinating Choices was when the main urn that sat on the wheeler mantle place since s1 suddenly changed to a completely different urn during the convergence of the four gates at the climax of s4. What was the reason for this? It's also no secret that ST is riddled with what we can call "intentional" errors in objects, peoples positions, etc etc. But why a seemingly random object that has been sitting in the background of the home for 4 seasons w/o any special attention? And why at the important climax of the season?

Season 1

Season 4- before the climax

Season 4- after the climax

(and this isnt even to mention the fact that the wheeler dining room is covered in rose vases that mimic the OG urn)

If you reference this back to the mantle place in the Creel home... there is something quite interesting:

A few little trinkets, weirdly placed and evenly spread out. There is a little bird (dove?) statue like how the wheelers have two geese statues sitting on their mantle place. Next to that though? A strange looking golden vase. Mind you, this is happened when Virginia is having her "holding up the mirror" moment. As in this mirror is right there reflecting Virginia and this little urn-looking vase trinket and the rose-y wallpaper behind her (which is interesting given that the OG urn has pink roses on it with a framed picture of pink roses next to it).

Put the Virginia relation in your back pocket for now. Lets go up to the stuff in the Creel attic, which are heavily referenced in the wheeler home, in particular the wedding dress:

Where has have we seen a piece of a brides clothing in s4? In Suzie's home, where her sister Tabitha is wearing a wedding veil, and you guess it, a pink floral (roses? Honestly the color scheme is very similar to the creel wallpaper mentioned above) dress:

In which Tabitha pretends to die. She's not really dying. The joke here is that Tabitha's father had thought she was dying though ("it looked genuine"). And oh... is that the edge of a grandfather clock I see right outside the doorway framed right there this scene?

If I was extra weird about it I could also point out that the letter blocks on Tabitha's bracelet kind of spell out (M?)AMA. But its super blurry and I cant get a good shot of it so take this with a grain of salt:

A little sprinkle of Petergate here but Tabitha is a woman who was raised from the dead by Saint Peter:

Which I mean... If we're going to talk about lying about moms dying? The "Nanas got cancer" gag in s3 in which... Hopper lies about Mikes Nana being sick but then goes onto say:

There's nothing wrong with Nana

Mike then proceeds to repeatedly call him a liar. So... nothing's wrong with Nana? Would that explain the weird trend of people specifically lying over the phone about having a sick family member also in s3/s4?

(credit: screenshots from this @/heroesbyler post - unrelated to this theory, I just think its neat)

And if we're talking about lies:

(oh holly girl... wearing that pink + white outfit and that rose shirt lmao)

And of course: Papa lies.

(don't even get me started on how the grandfather clock most likely represents Brenner ("maybe hes a clock maker?" and s4 literally starting with Brenner setting a timer))

But this begs the question... If, by all accounts, nothing is wrong with Nana, so much so it would be like she was raised from the dead, then who's ashes do the Wheeler's have on their mantle place thinking that its their granny?

Could it be, thinking back to the weird trinket on front of the mirror in the Creel home, Virginia's ashes instead? Quick question, where exactly are Virginia and Alice buried? Did Victor get a say in his wife's funeral arrangements?

And if Nana Wheeler's death was a lie designed to conceal a truth and Papa lies... ah who am i kidding it was martin brenner. it was fucking brenner who else would do some weird shit like this. it was him.

Anyways things like this really make me question why exactly the Wheelers are one of two main families in the show. As far as I know they didn't do much in TFS, so hell, why not Patty? Bob? The Sin Claires?

Regardless, I would really like them to be kind and rewind back to whatever is going on here if you know what I mean

#rosegate #karen wheeler #ted wheeler #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #holly wheeler #virginia creel #alice creel #martin brenner

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runwayrunway · 11 months

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No. 5 - jetBlue 2: Electric Bluegaloo

I am writing this post on the 15th of June, 2023.

I was going to publish one post tomorrow. It was going to be about a completely unrelated airline from a different country. I wrote it already. I have several other posts written already, because I like writing them, and they make me excited. I had a partially written post on jetBlue. It was going to be finished soon and uploaded after that. Just one in a sea of many things people have painted onto their airplanes.

I did not plan to discuss jetBlue tomorrow. I did not plan to finish my jetBlue post today. But they have forced my hand by announcing an overhaul of their 20-year-old livery at the most inconvenient possible time for me specifically, and I suppose I'm someone who reviews airline liveries now so I'm not just going to not talk about it.

Okay, let’s see. What they’ve been doing has worked for them for two decades, so I am very curious what they...

(image: jetblue)

Oh.

Huh. Not...sure what I expected. This is really taking a moment to sink in.

Well, okay. My immediate thought is ‘neat, they finally extended it past the tail’. My second thought is ‘thank goodness they're finally moving past their Eurowhite phase’. My third thought is...

Obviously they don’t have an exclusive right to this shade of blue, but does...does Southwest know about this? You two are probably the two biggest players in the low-cost market on the East Coast, should you be...being nearly the exact same shade of blue? Like, the rest of the liveries are obviously very different, you wouldn’t confuse them even from a distance, and I'm pretty sure jetBlue's is slightly lighter, but it just feels, viscerally, like someone’s nose gear is being run over a little bit.

Okay. No. We are forgetting about this. We literally just talked about not comparing beautiful blue girls to each other. They’re going to stall or soar on their own merits. Let’s take another look at N982JB “A Defining MoMint” (neé “One Mint, Two Mint, Blue Mint, You Mint”), who is patient zero for jetBlue’s new rebrand.

(image: jetblue)

There she is in all her eyestraining glory. I mean, there’s bright and then there’s hard to look at. jetBlue has, for some reason, decided to unleash a migraine machine onto airports across America and beyond.

jetBlue? I know you're reading this. Can we talk, jetBlue? There are a billion shades of blue you could have picked from for the main body.

(image: jetblue)

In fact, here are five of them from your own most recent tail design. And you chose the only one that is extremely painful to look at in large quantities. So, unfortunately, we’re taking off from the wrong runway. But let’s hear what you have to say for yourself, jetBlue.

I can only imagine how badly tumblr is going to crunch this, so here’s a direct link to the PDF jetBlue put out explaining their design choices.

Well, it’s definitely one of the bluest planes they’ve ever made. I think Blueprint might actually be bluer, but that’s a discussion for later. It’s a reasonably, maybe even unreasonably, blue plane, and I think we can all agree on that.

They’ve made a lot of changes that seem almost like direct responses to my earlier complaints. Robin N. Hayes, CEO of jetBlue Airlines, are you in my head reading my mind? If you are, I think I at least deserve a couple of scale models for all the advice I’ve given you. Come on. I’ll even proofread your website for you.

Sadly, I have yet to receive my rightly deserved 1:100 model of the jetBlue retrojet, but they’ve at least recognized that I’m correct about a lot of things. The all-white fuselage is boring and the tail designs need to be allowed to unfurl from their prison on the vertical stabilizer. I’m absolutely with them on that. I actually can’t say how I feel about this new ‘mint leaves’ tail pattern. I think that I don’t like it, but it’s very hard to tell because looking at this image for too long without my darkreader on genuinely hurts my eyes. I’m sure it’ll be fine in person, but I haven’t seen this livery in person. I’ve had all of a day to process this through my computer screen, and because of that I think I sort of really dislike it!

But I also can’t commit to that opinion because it’s been a day and a half and there’s so much we still don’t know. Well, I know that this is literally the worst shade of blue that there is, but my least favorite color is orange and I think there are plenty of decent looking orange planes out there. It’s not about the base color. It’s about what you do with it. And what will they do with it? It’s...not really clear.

The thing about this launch is that if Robin N. Hayes, CEO of jetBlue Airlines, can read my mind, I can’t read his. All I have is this PDF and a couple paragraphs of copy that really raise more questions than they answer. I'm just going to paste the important bit here.

Aptly named A Defining MoMint, the first plane to sport our new livery (our first-ever Mint pattern, coming soon to all Mint planes) is an Airbus A321 with Mint—which rolls into service on 6/15/23. Look for refreshed versions of our existing patterns to make their runway debuts as the rest of the fleet is repaint-ready.

This leaves so many questions unanswered. Is this for all Mint planes? That's not an insignificant portion of the fleet. Are all the planes currently wearing the ribbon and streamer tails going to wear this exact design, or will there be multiple Mint liveries? Will the ribbon and streamer tails be retired completely? They're pretty new, that seems a bit premature to me. What about the non-Mint planes? I assume the implication is that they're going to get patterns that extend onto their main fuselages as well, but are they going to also be repainted now or will there be a gradual rollout where it'll only be Mint planes for the time being? What is even going on? Seriously, does Southwest know? How did nobody notice the two massive typos on the liveries page of your website when you updated it with this new information? Ya blue it!

This is sending me into a bit of a tailspin. This redesign is everything I should want. It's spitting in the face of the design principles that I hate so much I started this blog. It's addressing some of my complaints. But I just don't...like to look at it?

I think what's bothering me here, when my eyes adjust somewhat to the sheer piercing brightness of it, is the overwhelming amount of stuff happening. When I do focus in I can see things that I like. For example, the tail pattern seems to be almost spreading onto the main fuselage rather than being isolated on a tail with its own background color. Some things I just can't entirely process. Like the PDF says they're using a new font but I can't really tell the difference between it and the old one. I guess it doesn't matter that much.

Anyway, I'm not done complaining. On the old livery, the engines were a dark color which contrasted with the light fuselage. This is pretty common. That's for a good reason. It creates such a weird visual effect when the engines and the fuselage are the same color. When you look at them from the side they look like they're merging. Also, despite them mentioning that they made the text in the front bigger to make the livery look less rear-heavy, and the fact that it's worked to some extent, it hasn't worked nearly enough. It would really behoove them to add something else to the front.

(I'm just saying, jetBlue...if you want to be America's Fun Airline, I don't think any defunct airlines have a trademark on painting cute little faces on your airplanes. Just keep that in the back of your mind.)

I ultimately just can't reconcile my thoughts on this. I keep repeating myself and I can't seem to convince myself to like this even though I really, really want to find some way to decide that yes, this is good, actually. This is an improvement. I can't. I can't convince myself. Maybe if I chew on it a bit longer. Maybe when they show off new tail patterns they'll all look better than this. Maybe it's just the mint green that's throwing me off and it'll all be okay. Maybe I'll wake up and a perfectly designed new jetBlue livery will be standing by the side of my bed, and I won't even mind that geometry forbids every part of that scenario, and she'll be beautiful and I will remember what it felt like to first learn that jetBlue has a plane named Blue's On First. Maybe. But right now it's the 15th of June and I'm feeling an emotion I can only imagine myself sharing with cosmic horror protagonists who have stumbled on some horrible secret that destroys the foundation which until mere moments ago undergirded their entire concept of reality. I don't know how to reconcile any of this.

jetBlue...how could you blue this to me?

Provisional* Grade: D(on't Blue That)+

(provisional because I'm being very dramatic but as I've said this is brand new fresh off the livery printer, Mint condition if you will, and I've barely had any time to process it so I'll definitely revisit it at some point. But probably not soon. I'm just about jetBlued out at the moMint.)

#tarmac fashion week #runwayrunway blueses it #grade: d+#region: north america #region: united states #era: 2020s #jetblue #low cost carriers #neelemanverse #southwest airlines

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monstrsball · 11 months

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Iwaizumi drops a wrapped package unceremoniously into Suga’s lap as he joins him on the bed. He sits cross-legged in front of him, an expectant look on his face.

“Your birthday present,” He nods towards the present when Suga just stares at him. “Open it.”

“It’s not my birthday yet.” Suga says as if Iwaizumi needs the reminder, glancing between him and the present.

“I’m aware.” Iwaizumi chuckles. “But since we’re going to be busy tomorrow, I thought it might be better to give it to you early.”

Suga doesn’t really think they’ll be that busy tomorrow. It’s just work and then dinner with his mom and brother. Unless there’s something else planned that he is unaware of, which is starting to seem more likely with how odd Iwaizumi has been acting all day. He’s half-tempted to try to push for more information but his curiosity about the present ultimately wins out.

He turns the package over a few times to inspect the suspiciously neat wrapping job. It’s wrapped in pretty teal tissue paper, complete with a white ribbon wrapped around it and tied into a bow at the top. The ends of the ribbon are curled and long enough to hang a little over the edges of the box.

It’s pretty, but it’s strange.

Iwaizumi Hajime is good at many things. He’s an excellent cook, he excels at many different sports, and Suga remembers being really surprised when he learned just how much his boyfriend knew about gardening. However, gift wrapping is not one of his specialties. It is in fact the one thing that he is, without a doubt, awful at. Suga’s helped him enough times with wrapping things before Iwaizumi decided to just start using gift bags to know this.

So, Iwaizumi has either magically and rapidly improved his gift-wrapping ability or he got help from someone.

Suga hums, twirling one of the ribbon ends around his finger. He remembers his boyfriend going to his room to have a suspiciously long “talk” with one of his mothers right after they had arrived at their apartment for dinner earlier that evening.

“This is really pretty.” His lips twitch as he glances up to meet his eyes. “Does this have something to do with what you and Sachiko-san were talking about?” He teases, mostly in a feeble attempt to cover up how giddy he is. It’s silly, maybe, to get so worked up over such a minor thing but Suga has always been weak to anything and everything Iwaizumi does.

Iwaizumi fake-coughs into his shoulder, ears turning a telltale pink. “That was entirely unrelated.” He mutters, barely loud enough for Suga to hear.

Suga laughs, “Oh?” He says, leaning forward. “Entirely unrelated, huh? So-”

“Koushi,” Iwaizumi interrupts, in a tone that is somehow both affectionate and exasperate, before Suga can needle him any further. “Can you just open it, please?”

Suga clicks his tongue, “You’re no fun.” He says lightly, nevertheless redirecting his attention to the neatly wrapped box in his lap. He swiftly and delicately unties the ribbon wrapped around the box. He considers taking his time with the rest of it but Iwaizumi looks about five seconds away from taking the gift from him to unwrap it himself.

He makes quick work of the tissue paper, tossing it to the side. The box isn’t taped shut so he’s able to open it immediately, revealing a gray sweatshirt folded with the familiar design on the front facing out so it’s the first thing he sees.

Suga furrows his brows, tilting his head a little in confusion. It just looks like one of Iwaizumi’s UCI sweatshirts. Not that he doesn’t enjoy wearing them, of course, but he doesn’t really understand why Iwaizumi would have gone to the trouble of wrapping it if it was just-

Wait.

Suga looks over the words printed on the sweatshirt again.

UC Urvine.

He can’t help the silly grin that slowly overtakes his face. He can’t believe he almost forgot about it. He has trouble remembering how he had learned about the existence of the misprints but he does remember calling Iwaizumi almost immediately to beg him to buy one for him.

And he distinctly remembers the disappointment he felt when Iwaizumi told him that they were already sold out.

“You told me they were sold out.” Suga pouts, snapping his head up and pointing a finger at him accusingly. “And to think, I thought you were a honest man.” He sniffs dramatically.

The corner of Iwaizumi mouth turns up into a small smirk. “They were sold out, I bought one a few days before they sold out. Technically not a lie.” He looks a little too pleased with himself, smug in a way that he usually isn’t. It’s more attractive than it probably should be.

Then, his smile softens into something gentler, more tender. “I saw it and thought of you. I wanted to surprise you.”

Suga is once again hit with the reminder that he is flustered by the most ridiculous things sometimes. His boyfriend wanting to surprise him with a silly, limited misprint of a sweatshirt shouldn’t be something that makes him feel all warm and mushy inside. He ducks his head down to hide the way his face heats up, running his fingers along the writing on the sweatshirt.

“It was going to be one of my Christmas gifts to you,” Iwaizumi explains further, as Suga pulls it out of the box to pull it on over his sleep shirt. It’s a little baggy on him and the sleeves fall a little past his wrists, just the way Suga likes his sweatshirts.

“But then you heard about it and called to ask for one so I thought it might be too soon to properly surprise you. So, I decided to hold onto it until your birthday.”

It’s a little ridiculous that he waited nine months because he thought that the sweatshirt still would have been on Suga’s mind three months later, but he admires the dedication.

“So,” Iwaizumi says, sounding more unsure than he did just a few moments ago. “Do you like it?”

He doesn’t say, but Suga suspects that what he really means is Was it worth it?

Suga pushes the box out of the way so he can move closer and wrap his arms around Iwaizumi’s shoulders. Iwaizumi relaxes at the contact, placing his hands on Suga’s waist to guide him into a less awkward position on his lap before he wraps his arms fully around his waist to tug him a little closer.

“I love it,” Suga says quietly, tucking his face into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck. “It’s the best present I have ever gotten in my entire life.”

Iwaizumi snorts at that but says nothing about it, just hums and kisses the top of his head.

“I’m glad, I was starting to have doubts.” He admits with a half-chuckle. “My mother looked like she was wondering where she went wrong raising me when she was helping me wrap it. I think she thought it was just a regular UCI sweatshirt.”

Suga’s shoulders shake as he starts to snicker, “I thought you said your conversation was entirely unrelated.” He teases, tightening his arms around his neck when Iwaizumi groans and tries to move away.

“Noooo,” Suga laughs even harder. “It’s my birthday, you have to put up with me making fun of you-”

Iwaizumi flips them around so Suga laying on his back on the bed, the motion knocking the empty box off of the bed. He props himself up on his elbows, his arms bracketing Suga’s shoulders. He’s scowling but there’s a slight upturn to the corner of his mouth, giving away his true feelings.

“It’s not your birthday, actually.”

“You gave me a birthday present so that makes it my birthday. Legally.” Suga says, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“It totally is. It’s like an unspoken agreement. I can’t believe you don’t know this, Hajime.”

Suga expects him to argue with him more but instead, he just laughs and dips his head down to kiss him, short and sweet.

“Fine, whatever you say.” Iwaizumi says with a small grin when he pulls away, still hovering a few inches above his face.

“Happy birthday, Koushi.”

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note 1: the uc urvine misprint sweatshirt is real. this was entirely inspired by a conversation i had in discord with ash (who told me about it) about how suga would want one. i had to come up with a reason for why iwa was giving it to him nine months later though fjsdlfkjds. because i really wanted it to be for suga's birthday.

note 2: there is indeed a surprise dinner of sorts planned for suga's birthday but it's not really why iwa gave him his present early. he was just starting to worry suga wouldn't actually like it and wanted him to open it somewhere he would be comfortable enough to be honest about it.

#suga day 🎂#iwasuga #my writing #<- new tag... woah...#one of iwa's moms is mentioned. bc i couldn't resist.#this is the most nervous i have ever been posting something on here ever.#im gonna post this and then run away to do something else #cool? cool.

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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You knpow what I think you haven't done for a design review? Pineco and Foretress. Got to love Pinecone Bug and Walnut Cannon Shell in general.

At first glance, Pineco here looks like a sentient pine cone and like it should be a grass-type, ala Seedot. However, Pineco has a secret:

Pineco isn't a pinecone at all, but is instead a bagworm caterpillar, hence the bug typing. For those not familiar, bagworms are a kind of moth caterpillar that build cases out of materials such as pine needles and tree bark:

You can't see it in this photo, but there's a caterpillar in this structure (possibly already cocooned in this photo). In order to move, they stick their heads out of the top like a sleeping bag. :)

Anyway, visually, Pineco is perfectly fine, albeit somewhat generic if you didn't pick up on the "bug in a protective shell" thing. The individual pieces of bark, resembling the scales of a pinecone, are well structured, and having the eyes tucked under the top two scales allows them to pop nicely against the dark shading, especially with their red coloration. It also bears a slight semblance to a grenade, which is fitting giving their habit of blowing themselves up with little warning.

Female bagworms never develop into something resembling a moth and stay in their cases through adulthood. While this line isn't gendered, Forretress indeed isn't a moth but some other kind of organism entirely. The question of what kind of organism is a bit more questionable; it's presumably still a bagworm, but the case now looks more like a clamshell and it gains steel typing of all things.

My guess is that it's a walnut shell, keeping with the idea of protection and the tree theme—it looks a lot less rocky and a lot more organic in its original sprite above. The body has just hardened along with the modified case to justify the typing.

Regardless of what it is, I do like Forretress a lot, more so than Pineco. Like I said above, Pineco can seem fairly generic at a glance if you don't know the concept, but this red creature with an obvious shell and turrets sticking of it its body is super neat, and conveys both that it's a creature in something and that it'll explode and/or fire steel fragments in your face if you get too close to it.

I also like the design just in terms of pure aesthetics. The shell has teeth along its edge, and in each gap lies a turret—except for the front two spots, which perfectly hold its eyes. A black stripe runs across the middle of the body and helps to draw attention to the eyes. It's very nicely balanced. I do wish that it had a little more to connect it visually to Pineco however. I like the colors as-is, but maybe just making it green instead of red would've been enough.

My other nitpick relates to how we actually have an entire beta history for Forretress. It started as a unrelated bagworm Pokemon, then got a placeholder sprite, and then we got these early designs:

These designs confirm that the black band around Forretress' eyes used to be its mouth, and while I really like the design we got, there's also something super appealing in these sprites (especially the first one with the wiggly mouth that matches the shell) that feels like it got lost.

I think it's the expressions: the Forretress design we got has very flat and dead eyes, but early Forretress 100% looks like a creature that will explode in your face if you get any closer to it. If the eyes had kept the slightly maniac expression from this sprite while keep the design as the final version, I think we would've had the ideal Forretress. Like I said, a nitpick, just one I thought I'd point out.

Overall, this is a pretty solid line. I do think more visual continuity could've been maintained between the two stages, but the bagworm concept is solid and Forretress in particular is well designed.

Also, this has little to do with the Pokemon, but I don't feel like this review would be complete without bringing up the best Pokemon TCG move name of all time:

EVERYONE EXPLODE NOW

#pineco #forretress #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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intern-seraph · 9 months

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Hello Michelle InternSeraph it's me again Matcha twstjam brought to you by Malleyuu brainrot again 👉👈

So I was reading a completely unrelated fic and it was like, a soulmate au so now I'm like "omg they were soulmates......." but Malleyuu yaknow?? There's already a few up on ao3 but they don't quite scratch the itch in my brain so I come before you again for your thoughts on it.

And if any ideas strike maybe even Liliyuu soulmate scenarios too bcs I feel like those could be really neat too 🤔

(As I wrote this I remembered this one Soulmate AU trope where a goose would randomly show up in your life and chase you until you run into your soulmate and I just. Imagine Malleus, a dragon, the crown prince of Briar Valley, and one of the most powerful mages of the world, being bullied by a magic soulmate goose agdjdghfhdks)

MAGIC SOULMATE GOOSE... the shenanigans.........

anyways here're some ideas:

i think for malleyuu the "being able to hear your soulmate's thoughts" trope could work well esp if we're maintaining the idea of malleus hiding his identity from yuu for as long as possible :0 or maybe even hearing your thoughts in your soulmate's voice — there's an aspect of questioning "is this really my soulmate or does he just sound similar?"

LILIYUU SOULMATES. FEELING EACH OTHER'S PAIN. works esp well with general lilia but also considering how lilia is faring in book 7 just. imagine the angst potential. there's also "whatever you draw on yourself shows up on your soulmate as well" which could be really cute and fluffy :>

#Anonymous #seraph speaks #ask

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qwesty-030 · 9 months

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hello ASP fandom

I’ve been lingering on the ASP tag for a while bc I wanted to find ppl that like the book as much as i do. I’ve seen all the beautiful fanart and whatnot. and I wanna thank yall bc I’ve been inspired to make my own post ✨! I too shall contribute to the ASP fandom too bc tumblr is the only place i can find an active asp fandom🧍

thank you and have a nice day

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so uhm these are my designs for Finny and Gene. I drew these back when I started reading A Separate Peace in my high-school sophomore year. They’re pretty old drawings. At the time, I only drew these just to have some faces to put a name on (to help me visualize easier idk)

Well fast forward, my class finished reading ASP and I have been an ASP addict ever since.

okay im going to word vomit now

okay erm thought process of these designs:

Finny-

i tried to make him as book accurate at possible but ngl i actually i thought he was a red head before i looked up what he actually looked like. I genuinely wouldve believed he was a red head if i didnt looked it up (yes im referring to the ppl propagating redhead finny)

i gave him very sharp features and a somewhat messy hairstyle to symbolize his wild nature but also neat enough to get him by in school.

His shirt usually untucked or hastily put on. Most times he has his coat off or unbuttoned

he has some freckles and moles too YAY

Gene-

made him the most basic looking guy with the most basic features: black hair and brown eyes (okay ik his hair looks blue and u can barely see his brown eyed but i was limiting myself on colors GSSSYSHDHHSHA )

ofc i HAD to make him the complete opposite of Finny. His features are more squarish and rounder. because he always does random 90° angles out of nowhere

his hair is more neat and put together compared to Finny’s. It’s very structured to be square shaped. i like to think he uses a little bit of gel but it’s not a tight slickback. he lets his hair go loose bc he wants to follow Finny’s footsteps and be wild and free too 🤩🤩 yet he can’t help but follow the standard of having a neat slick hair and ofc follow school dresscode 🤷‍♀️

his fit is also more put together. he always makes sure his tie is neat and his coat is buttoned up most times

i gave him a mole :)

this was a fun one to make cuz he literally never describes himself in the book💀💀 i find that really interesting tho. perhaps it was on purpose so readers can relate to Gene more by emotion and not feel distanced by physical features

(yea i obviously put in a lot more thought into Gene’s design than Finny’s)

(i still love them both tho)

FUN FACTS YES THERE’S MORE:

honestly thought Finny was a latino and/or hispanic cuz of his tan skin. (im well aware white ppl can look tan and not be a hispanic but also hispanics and latinx could also look pale white i was lowkey a little ignorant back then 💀.) idk maybe he could have some hispanic blood 🤷‍♀️

do not mind the messiness and low quality, i did this in the dead of night on a note-taking app called Notability

that last note may sound absolutely unrelated BUT WAIT! I actually have a whole stock of ASP Notability doodles! More to come!! maybe…

if i feel like it…….

we’ll see

their hairstyles and clothing are based on actual 1940s styles :D it’s my favorite thing about their design especially their hair. it was fun researching and incorporating historical trends

the chair Gene is sitting on is supposed to be the Early American chair from Finny’s house! I did not put any effort into the chair whatsoever 😀

although i gave Finny short hair, I’ve come to see how good long hair Finny is

Yup that’s all for now. Thank you all who stopped by. It’s so nice meeting u guys!!

#a separate peace #gene forrester #finny asp #hm yes good book must read #is this how tumblr works #asp #i just need to channel out my feelings for this book like ong #are u supposed to put spaces in tumblr tags?#dont kill me this is my first time posting on tumblr 💀#OH MY GOODNESS THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I DIDNT SAVE MY DRAFTS #dreedraws

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Wait. hold on an entire second. I. I need to know more about the GiraIngo AU. I. How does the clans react to him? How does the Galaxy team react? HIW DOES VOLO REACT?? AND! the protagonist! Do they try and capture him? Do they become friends? I’m. Thinking about this so hard now.

(referring to this)

it's been a hot minute since I've thought about it so this is mostly off the top of my head. But.

okay so. a random new never before seen pokemon just suddenly shows up in hisui, wandering around. weirdly friendly and non-aggressive. and surprisingly genuine even if it can't speak like a human.

the clans! since he ends up getting basically adopted by sneasler first. and introduced to the clans through the noble Pokemon (she proudly flaunts her new worm son to all her besties) they're immediately. like. not necessarily completely TRUSTING of him but they can tell he's not a bad thing, or there to hurt anyone.

so they almost treat him like a,, lesser noble, i suppose? they respect him but they don't have that same. uhhhh devotion? no. reverence? for him that they do the Actual noble/ride pokemon, who are descended from Pokemon with the Almighty Sinnoh's blessing (little do they know he's literally like. a mini deity. but hey. details)

they eventually get used to him.

Galaxy team! i guess sorta the same way they'd treat the nobles, since they learn of him thru the clans. not much to say there

VOLO. haha. volo is. SO incredibly confused. so is the giratina of This Point In Time. both of them have no idea where this mini shiny giratina came from. normal giratina is kinda put off by him because it. it has NO idea. and it doesn't like that. volo is also put off by him but less so, and mostly because giratina is. so volo ends up trying to just. avoid him

unfortunately giraingo can subconsciously sense giratina's presence on and around volo so is just sorta. drawn to him. doesn't know Why but he just thinks that funky merchant guy is neat

protagonist! there's many ways we could go with this. dawn/lucas from the Future? do they Remember the future? or perhaps someone unrelated to dawn/lucas at all (and therefore don't know or have personal experience with giratina)??

i think if we did a dawn/lucas from the future who Does Remember. it'd. kdhdkshsjd. they're the player character therefore i WILL shove my love and adoration for The Worm into them. weird little chaos gremlin from modern times. pokemon can do no wrong even giratina.

so. they come across this mini shiny giratina and absolutely lose it.

introduced to them as the lesser lord of [whatever]. since the clans don't know what a giratina is. so it never occurs to them to try and catch him. but BOY howdy they're obsessed with that little guy.

so. yeah. become friends through sheer force of will. ingo does not have a choice in this. (not that he would have chosen otherwise. he's desperate for human contact where they actually treat him normally instead of with way too much fear or respect. and also SOMEONE has to stop this kid from diving into spacetime distortions without hesitation, or trying to fight and catch All the alphas. etc.)

#answered #not art #giraingo au #if you send me asks about any of my aus i will HAPPILY answer then #*them #even if the au isn't necessarily one i talk or make content for a lot #like this one #(THAT BEING SAID. i have so many asks in my inbox. so if i do not answer an ask you've sent #it's nothing personal really. it's probably because i just have way too many asks)#(also. dawn/lucas from the future who Doesn't have their memories. will probably have more caution with him #since. they Recognize him. just a tiny bit. flashes of dark and weird and fear. still chaos gremlin tho)#(protag who's unrelated. wouldn't recognize giraingo at all and would just treat him like any other unique pokemon)

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shirshik72 · 6 months

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BiTomas week

Day 1. Hair care

Author's notes: the characters' images are taken from the classic games and supplemented with my headcannons. This is completely unrelated to "Mortal Kombat 1" (2023).

The sun was steadily setting behind the horizon, plunging the mountains of Greater Khingan into the darkness of the night. The day was running out, and with it, the strength of the inhabitants of the Lin Kuei fortress was running out. Many of them have already managed to hide within the walls of neat houses built in traditional Chinese style. The only people left on the street were unlucky passers-by, who became fewer and fewer every minute, and patrol officers who had to protect the peace of the fortress residents during the curfew. Watching the street became more and more boring. When only lonely watchmen remained outside, Tomas, unable to withstand mortal melancholy, tore his gaze away from the window, moving his attention deeper into their room.

The tart aroma of rose and patchouli incense permeated the entire surrounding space, filling it with extraordinary lightness and sensuality. The warm light emanating from several candles created a feeling of homeliness, which was truly priceless within the walls of a clan like the Lin Kuei. The pleasant, carefree silence was only occasionally broken by extraneous sounds, which, however, did not bother either Tomas or Bi Han at all.

Smoke, without breaking the general silence, stared at Sub-Zero, admiring his amazingly handsome man. There was something special about his silhouette and therefore uniquely beautiful. His powerful back, strong arms and long scars added to his image that rare and honest courage that charmed Tomas in their first meeting. Of course, some would say that Bi Han's long hair ruined everything, making him just an "effeminate fagot", but Smoke was ready to argue with that.

Bi Han's hair was luxurious. Especially now, when black, slightly curly strands cascade over his shoulders. Silently Tomas approaches his lover from behind, carefully touching the soft and silky curls. Sub-Zero gently flashes a short grin, feeling the alien, almost ghostly touch. He chuckles a little louder when he feels a short, neat kiss on the top of his head.

— I love your hair so much, — Smoke whispers into his ear, gently stroking the dark curls.

— Thank you, — Bi Han smiles briefly, looking at himself in the mirror. — It is only because of you that I haven’t cut them yet.

�� What about the long-standing traditions of the Lin Kuei?

— Traditions can suffer when it comes to convenience in battle. It is terribly difficult to care for such a mop of hair.

— Why don’t you shave them off then? Well, it is so inconvenient.

— I already said that. Because you like it.

— Is this more important than convenience in battle?

— There is nothing more important than your desires and preferences.

— You know how to flatter, — Tomas remarks with a slight grin, again tenderly kissing Bi Han’s hair.

— There is not a drop of flattery in my words, — Sub-Zero notes with all seriousness in his voice. —To me, nothing really has the same value as you and Kuai Liang.

— Hmm... — Smoke hums thoughtfully, flattered by his lover’s revelation. “Then will you allow me one little prank?”

— Go ahead, — Bi Han, responds briefly, relaxing and allowing Tomas to do whatever he pleases.

Then he wordlessly strokes his hair along the entire length several times, as if deciding to carry out his plan. About two minutes later, Tomas, armed with an ivory comb, began to carefully and carefully comb Bi Han's curls. The activity is simple and pleasant, and very relaxing, which is why Smoke did not immediately stop it. Even when his hair became perfectly smooth, Tomas continued to run the comb through it with a thoughtful look, as if enchanted by this meditative and peaceful task.

Still, putting the comb aside, Smoke divided his hair into three strands, slowly and carefully starting to weave the braid. His movements did not shine with precision and speed, as usual. His hands simply forgot how to do this simple hairstyle. However, once upon a time he had no equal in this matter... It is not for nothing that they say that the Lin Kuei changes people. Now killing was much easier for him than make an ordinary braid.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Tomas still managed to achieve his goal. With the proud face of a winner, he secured the tight braid by tying a satin ribbon at its end. Stroking Bi Han's hair for the last time, he solemnly announced:

— Ready!

— Thank you, — Bi Han responded, smiling modestly and tenderly kissing the hands that created such beauty.

P.S.: I am not an English-speaking person and this is literally my first experience in writing a literary text in a foreign language. I apologize in advance for all my mistakes in this work and ask you to point them out in the comments or personal messages. Thanks a lot in advance to everyone!

Thank to @bitomas-week for organizing the event and inspiration

#noobsmoke #bitomas #bi han x tomas #bitomasweek2023 #mk smoke #smoke mk #mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #bi han #not mk 1 #tomas vrbada #lin kuei #sub zero #mk #I love them too much #fanfic #Bitomasweek23

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luminnara · 2 years

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Mmm

Got any tasty headcannons for maybe a sassy/ dry humored PI that investigates cults / supernatural shit x poly lost boys ?

Perhaps they've seen things scarier than the Boys?

(Totally not me being the self indulgent shit I am)

Thought the idea was neat

-loving the idea of you being so unimpressed by all the tricks and scary pranks the boys try to pull. Like “yeah sure you’re vampires I get it, can I do my job here please”

-also loving the idea that you’re in Santa Carla to investigate something completely unrelated to them, and just happened to run into four very rowdy vampires. They’re fully expecting you to be there to hunt them down or something so they’re going way out of their way to mess with you, but you’re just like “guys PLEASE I have a job to do, we can play later”

-and they’re actually kind of offended by that?? Like are they not scary enough for you??? Excuse?????

-so they’re a little annoyed and obviously that means they have to constantly be right THERE bothering you while you’re trying to do your job

-but they start getting into it too and actually being helpful, and next thing you know, you’ve got four boyfriends and you’re basically mystery inc now

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader

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peribytes · 1 year

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I really like the gem kid au. On a completely unrelated note, did you know that human babies can be born with PTSD if the person carrying them experiences trauma while pregnant? Just something I thought was neat.

wtf??????? unfair.

#glad you're enjoying it!

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Blurring Happiness

Pair: Modern + A/B/O AU! Alpha! Yuri Leclerc/M! Omega! Reader Source: Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Type: Drabble - 899 words Genre: Semi-Graphic Smut/NSFT(W)/18+, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Yuri is the water the quenches the flames and the fan that stokes them ever higher. Or: Suppressed romantic feelings start to catch up as this friends with benefits situation dips into a bittersweet aftertaste

TW: None

Kinks: A/B/O or Omegaverse

Terms Used for Reader: Cock, Hole

A/N: Decided to convert one of the fics I made during my month without Wi-Fi into a reader-insert! This is rather self-indulgent since ABO is a massive weakness for me- It's a little short since I don't like writing long pieces on my phone, but I thought some folks might like it! I also think it's a travesty I haven't written anything for FE:3H at all on this blog, so here's a Yuri fic because I think he's neat! I'm also spiralling into my Fire Emblem hyperfixation again since I bought Three Hopes recently. I know I'm late- ;-;

✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

It’s a blur, simply put.

This whole, strange relationship is a blur.

It’s touches on skin at night, only ever at night- when the Goddess could not see beyond the thick fog, with only mist-filtered moonlight faintly lighting patches of hair and wrinkled clothes. The reflections dance upon exposed skin and floats high on breathy calls and sighs. The highs sing like angels in the dim of night, and those tingly, pleasant feelings bloom like delicate flowers upon your sullied flesh. 'Heavenly', you think vaguely to yourself, before the guilt and scorn of feeling unworthy settles in the afterglow.

It’s hot and cold. Unrelenting heat boils beneath your skin and sighs like steam at his touch, and for just a moment- you're complete. Like the final stroke of a brush against a littered canvas. Entangled as one, it feels like sweet relief that calms the burning inferno inside for just a few minutes. The kettle cools and it’s like the sip of fresh lemonade on a summer’s day, and you're parched beyond belief... But all too soon that euphoria slips away and it’s so hot- too hot again. There’s an aching itch that burns like an addiction, and no matter how much you scratch- it never stops. There is no respite. This heat, this supposed "cycle", only sleeps for what feels like a few minutes. There is no cycle, only a merciless craving that digs its cursed fangs deep into your biology.

It’s a deep-set ache. When you roll to your side, Yuri is gone. Like the whispers of the wind, he’s temporary and loose like grains of sand. A fleeting pleasure, like the haze of a debauched party you can't remember anymore. The only "mark" of his presence is the phantom touches upon your skin. The sickening warmth pooling already in your gut once again that yearns for more, but just a little quieter than usual. When you breath in hard, like the shaky exhale before a sob, you regret it. It reeks of your antidote. Your medicine. An Alpha. It smells like him. Instead, you take a shallower breath; one that strains to calm the throbbing in your chest.

That relief seldom stays, yet the relationship remains all the same.

You would be a fool not to know this wasn't good for you anymore. That this was hurting you. You don't know how much longer you can last, staring into soft, purple eyes that remain guarded even in such a vulnerable position. It's so hollow. That smile. Those sweet nothings. The gentle touch caressing down your body with the mannerism of a lover, but the method of a stranger. It's so painfully empty.

But when Yuri rolls his hips, those thoughts fuzz and blur. Your brain can't think straight when he touches you with such precision and practiced ease that almost made your chest hurt- if you tried to think about it too hard. Stirring up your insides only numbs your head more, body arching into Yuri’s as his tongue laps at yours. It tastes so sweet to be consumed by him, as you lick desperately at his lip to get him to do it again. To consume the rest of your thoughts and drag you further into the abyss. There's this satisfying ache that heat suppressants can’t provide. That being alone can't provide.

In the grand scheme of things, who were you to ask for more in this? You are an omega. Yuri is an alpha. It was only natural you would feel drawn to him. Those desperate, intrusive feelings- that unerring need to be loved by him- they're nothing more than the cruel urge to be fucked until you couldn't think anymore. He didn't even need to help you, but he does. That... That's good enough.

It’s lonely. It’s scary. It’s feverishly cold. It’s bitingly hot.

You curl into yourself, panting beneath the covers as you call a name you don't quite realise you did. You don't know why you did it when it finally registers. As a new presence paces quickly across your room's floor, you can only cry for that name again- borderline pain flickering through your heightened nerves.

Lavender. It smells like lavender and honeyed fruit; it's overwhelming yet comforting. It spins your head pleasantly, in a way that makes you whimper that name again. More slick runs down your leg as arousal spikes deep in your core despite your confusion. Your hand reaches below your waistband, needing to feel something now you decide, as you paw at your already hard cock and slide your hand down to feel the wet trails running down your thighs.

Ah…

You need him again.

When that blur of purple embraces you again, those loud, frightening, confusing feelings dampen. You can ignore your problems as you cling on to him- pulling him as close as possible, listening only to the sound of Yuri mumbling your name. Hands gently push your own away, electrifying your senses as he thumbs at your tip. Simmering in his touch, you gasp and groan when he spreads your hole open with long, dextrous fingers- delicate yet teasing. It’s so easy to lose yourself when he looks at you so kindly like that. When he talks to you so sweetly like that. When he holds you so tenderly like that. Even if it's all fake, in the maddening pit of engulfing heat and heady lust, it’s so easy to pretend that even for just a moment…

You are his.

#fire emblem: three houses #FE3H #yuri x reader #yuri leclerc x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #x m reader #yuri leclerc #fe3h fic #fe3h fanfic #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fe3houses #three houses #fe yuri

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