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xenteaart · 14 hours
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it's not about the roses
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pairing: chan x reader (i wrote it with idol!chan or producer!chan in mind, but despite a brief mention of the studio it can fit any au, really) word count: 1,1k genre/warnings: er, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint but overall just tooth rotting sweetness. reader being kinda vulnerable author's note: inspired by my and @skzms 's channie brain worms, me crying over how boyfie he is in may's dms and her coming up with this little prompt. i'm manifesting a sweet healthy relationship for y'all, never settle for less <3
you were never the one for flowers, really.
it just didn’t seem anything meaningful or special, an occasional cute little bouquet on some first date you had ages ago, meeting someone completely new after mindlessly swiping them right on a dating app. plus, it’s always such a bother to take care for it. disassemble the thing, cut the stems, change the water, maybe cut off the leaves too.
at some point, you began to think of yourself as more of a practical person, taking gift giving to the point where it completely lost symbolism. always getting your friends and family either money or something they specifically asked for.
“at least, they’re actually gonna use it and get some utility out of it. ‘s good, right?” you thought to yourself, ticking a box on one of your friend’s wishlists for their birthday. it is good. no stress of choosing and endlessly pondering whether they’ll like it or not.
or is it avoiding the vulnerability of going down a more symbolic route if they don’t happen to respond to your gift the way you’d like them to after carefully planting hidden meanings and confessions all over a seemingly useless present? yeah, maybe, that’s the one, actually.
it was a regular saturday evening, no work, no plans, no big day or anything to celebrate. so, naturally, you were just spending the time at your place, resting after successfully having done all the house chores in one go.
purposelessly lying on the bed, you wondered what chris was up to. it wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you two to leave each other hanging during the day, keeping each other’s messages unread and waiting for some free time to give a thoughtful, proper reply.
but the little “1” next to your kakaotalk message was starting to feel unfriendly because... honestly? you just missed him. you wanted to know about his day, what he ate for lunch and whether work was okay today (knowing full well the man couldn’t care less about days of the week, coming over at the studio any time he needed or pleased).
distracting yourself with scrolling tiktok for a quick dopamine hit, you end up losing track of time a little. and the thing bringing you back to reality is chan’s short message, popping up on your notifications bar.
“can you come out for a sec? i’m at the door hehe~”
it takes you three times to read to finally understand what it actually means. he doesn’t have keys to your apartment yet, and you mostly hang out at his place anyways, so him coming all the way to the opposite side of the city makes your heart skip a beat.
you rush to the door and open it almost immediately, only to see channie, your channie, standing right in front of you with a nice bouquet of red roses wrapped up in kraft paper. the next thing you notice is chan’s wide smile, so sincere and endearing it makes you wanna cry on the spot.
you were never the one for flowers, really.
red roses always seemed like something either too vulgar or “easy”. something that becomes men’s first pick because they just never care enough to look for anything else and assume every girl loves it by default.
right now, however, it doesn’t feel like either of those.
the way chris is a bit nervous and really excited all at once; his hands gripping at the crunchy paper-wrapped base as he's waiting to give the flowers to you. the way his eyes sparkle and shine with warmth and genuine adoration for you. and you read past the roses, you learn so much more from it.
you learn how he’s been quiet because he was plotting a little surprise for you, trying not to be too obvious.
you see how he thought of you during the entire process, from an idea to carefully picking out the best flowers, making sure they’re fresh and pretty and will stay this way a while.
you can hear his timid little “thank you” to the florist as they exchange their bows and polite smiles.
you imagine the slightly awkward small talk with the taxi driver asking him about the occasion — the traffic and the parking area next to your building is awful, so you’re guessing he did take the taxi. and the drivers sure love to talk on the long drives, this one you had to learn the hard way.
gosh, chan looks so warm and… so soft, his lips making a familiar heartbreaking :] shape.
snapping out of your thoughts, you look into chris’s eyes and swallow down a salty lump in your throat.
“please don’t be alarmed, but i probably will cry a little,” you warn him before your voice gives out and take the roses, holding them close to your chest where the heart is bleeding.
“so pretty,” you stare down at the gentle velvety petals and sniff quietly.
chan looks worried for a moment but quickly pulls you into his embrace, stepping into the apartment and locking the door behind him.
“hey-y, i expected a smile, not your tears, baby. i didn’t upset you, did i?” to which you shake your head to reassure him.
“no, no, ‘course not! what do you mean? they’re so nice. i’m just… really happy? and i missed you. so much,” the last words come out like a weak mouse squeak as you close your eyes and let your emotions roll down your cheeks, staining your skin wet.
chan nods and takes your face into his palms, wiping away the tears and looking at you so lovingly you think you might actually break.
“i missed you too, baby. do you mind if i stay the night? i…- uh. i bought some face masks too, so we can just relax a little before bed and cuddle?”
you squeeze out a little “yeah” in response, headbutting his forehead and putting your arm around him, with another still holding the roses carefully.
“i love you,” you say slightly louder, making sure that he hears it.
maybe, gifts don’t have to be practical all the time. maybe, it’s okay to put sentimental value into simple, useless things sometimes. make them mean something.
“i love you too, baby,” chris hums still a little confused, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back and planting a chaste kiss on the bridge of your nose.
you reach for his plump soft lips and press yours against them. and even though your tastebuds can feel the salt, it’s the sweetest kiss you two have shared so far.
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sibylsleaves · 1 day
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some things fall when they're meant to fall
25k | rated T | read on ao3 | COMPLETE Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth.
or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order. written for @burnthatbridge
Eddie collapses down on the sofa, propping his ankle up on the coffee table. It’s pretty much completely healed by now, but it still twinges a bit when he’s been on his feet all day. Marisol drops onto the couch next to him and kicks off her heels.
“Man, that was such a funny coincidence, seeing Buck and Tommy at Pizzana,” he says.
She hums noncommittally. “It’s a pretty popular spot, isn’t it?”
Eddie wouldn’t really know—Buck’s the one who picks the restaurant when they go out, always excited to try whatever new place he saw on instagram or the Los Angeles food subreddit. Now that he thinks about, Buck is definitely the one who first mentioned Pizzana to Eddie, so maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence.
“Well, I’m glad he and Tommy are hanging out. I knew they’d hit it off if Buck just gave him a chance.” It had been a surprise to see them out together, but a good surprise. After the basketball incident, Tommy had told Eddie he wanted to clear the air with Buck, and it seems the air was successfully cleared.
They’d been done with their dinner, but Eddie had convinced the two of them to stay for another drink while he and Marisol waited for their own pizza. It had been fun—he likes Tommy a lot, and now that Buck’s let his guard down he can see he likes the guy, too.
It kinda reminded him of how Buck was when he first met Eddie—territorial, at first, but then once Eddie had proved he wouldn’t be so easily put-off by Buck’s barking he’d sort of…melted. That was the only word Eddie could think of to describe it, the way he’d smiled and just opened up, like a dog rolling over to show his soft belly, blushing pink as a flower unfurling into full bloom.
Anyway, it would’ve been a nice night, with the four of them—and on the surface, it had been. They’d laughed and joked and recounted the entire hurricane rescue for Marisol. But something had felt…off with Buck. It had been bothering Eddie all night. Not quite the same way things had felt off with him before the basketball incident. Something else. He’d been…nervous, almost? Eddie had been thrilled to run into them, but for a minute when his gaze landed on Buck, Buck had looked…guilty, almost.
He had no reason to be. He’d already apologized to Eddie for the whole thing, and Eddie had reassured him and gently chided him for not just telling him he was feeling left out, and they’d been fine since then. More than fine. They had plans to take Chris to his surf lesson tomorrow, for god’s sake.
“Eddie,” Marisol prods gently. “What are you thinking about?”
Eddie turns to her, his easy-going smile already in place. Her own smile flickers and he knows he’s made a mistake.
They’ve been talking about this, is the thing. A few days ago, she sat him down and told her how it bothers her that Eddie doesn’t—hasn’t—opened up to her. He can’t really deny it. He hadn’t told her much at all about the hurricane rescue until it had come up tonight. He hadn’t told her much about Shannon, or about what Chris had been going through a few weeks ago. He doesn’t know why—he’s not that guy that just bottles up his feelings anymore. He’s not.
So he takes a breath, and he says, “I guess I’m just thinking about Buck.”
(keep reading on ao3)
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otomehonyaku · 2 days
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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Stellaworth Tokuten Short Stories スペシャル特典小冊子 ☽ Kino ver.
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This short story booklet was part of the Stellaworth set for Lost Eden! Keep reading below the cut for Kino's version. With this, all of the Lost Eden short stories have been translated! I will be continuing with the translation of the DL novelization, for one, and I will be taking translation requests as well. Please let me know what other DL-related media you would like me to translate ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
S ☽ [Ayato’s version by @kyouxa] [Laito’s version by @kyouxa] [Shuu’s version] [Reiji’s version] [Kanato’s version] [Subaru’s version]
M ☽ [Ruki’s version] [Yuma's version] [Kou’s version] [Azusa’s version]
TK ☽ [Carla’s version] [Shin’s version] [Kino’s version]
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As always, special thanks to @karleksmumskladdkaka for providing the scans ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
I have been living in the so-called Promised Land, together with her and the ghouls. Worlds apart from Rotigenberg, life here is rather pleasant. Beautiful flowers were growing in abundance by the edge of the crystal-clear lake. When I opened the window, the gently blowing wind carried the fresh, flowery scent inside. I no longer needed to grimace at those unpleasant smells, reminiscent of rotting figs, from back then. It seemed that everyone–including Yuri and the ghouls, seemed to be content with this way of living. So did she.
And she… is a human. In truth, there was no doubt that living in the human world must have been more comfortable for her, and yet she chose to remain by my side so that I wouldn’t be alone…
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Of course, there was no phone reception here–my smart phone games were out of the question, then–but I did not for a moment feel bored. It must have been because she was there with me. I could not put the feeling into words, but I felt that it was true.
“Hey, Kino, is this…” she started, looking at the big box sitting in the kitchen.
“Oh, that. I asked Ayato to send some stuff over from the human world. Take a look inside.”
She nodded. In the box were guavas. When I was drinking my beloved guava juice the other day, a fun idea had suddenly occurred to me.
“Let’s squeeze them and make guava juice. Don’t you think it’ll be way more delicious than store-bought juice? You’ve wanted to try it too, right?”
She smiled in agreement. We stood side by side at the counter and quickly got to work.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Come to think of it, we didn’t have any helpful appliances like juicers around here. It couldn’t be helped, so she reached for the lemon squeezer on one of the shelves and used it on the guavas.
“How does it look? I wonder if it’ll turn out okay…”
When I looked over to her hands, I saw that she had somehow managed to squeeze juice out of it. The sweet-sour scent of guava filled my nostrils. It seemed that she learned the ropes rather quickly, given the speed at which she picked up the halved guavas and pressed them onto the squeezer. It seemed that my beloved guava juice would be ready in no time. However, while we were at it…
“Hey, it looks kinda fun. Let me try,” I said. I took the guava from her hands and pressed it onto the lemon squeezer. However, I was a little bit too rough. The guava juice flew through the air.
“Woah!”
“Ah!”
While I had been quick to dodge the juice, she hadn’t, and it all ended up on her face.
“Haha! Look at you, your face!” I said, laughing, while she struggled to wipe off the juice. “No, hold on. I’ll clean you up.”
I pulled her close and ran my tongue over her cheek, lapping up the juice. Compared to the usual bottled guava juice, it was a little bit more sour, but I thought this was just a little better.
“Mm… delicious. Give me another taste.” I didn’t wait for her answer and moved first to her brow, then to her other cheek, licking up the guava juice. The longer it went on, the redder her face became.
Recently, I had gone easy on her, but I couldn’t resist teasing her in this state. It was just too fun. I couldn’t help it.
“Fresh juice really hits different, doesn’t it? C’mon, one more taste…”
This time, I kissed her. I savoured the taste of the guava juice on her lips. However, somehow, the sour tang that I had tasted earlier was gone. It was now purely sweet, addictively so. This flavour…
“It tastes so damn good. Can I have some more?” I broke away from the kiss for only a brief moment to whisper to her. Before long, my lips met hers once again.
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hop3isaprison · 1 month
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gwynplaine.
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deathianartworks · 14 days
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'To the master of the eldritch, she's a growing bed of thorns'
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airborneice · 7 months
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“What’s this one supposed to mean?”
“Hmm..beauty or strength, sometimes.”
“Perfect.”
@sketchbookweek Day 2 - Wilderness / Witchcraft
going back to my roots of drawing sketchbook being gay in a field
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buncha stuff i forgot 2 post =P
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commsroom · 2 years
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i love to think about the ways eiffel is willing/able to take up physical space for hera when she can’t. i think... with eiffel and hera and minkowski staying together post-canon, one thing that might start to really bother hera is that, like. she doesn’t have any stuff. she doesn’t even have herself to be there in the house, really, not physically. and unlike with the hephaestus, a house that is actually meant to be a home, a place that is designed for human life, is always full of reminders of the people who live there. so i want to think that she expresses this to eiffel and he starts picking up stuff he thinks she’ll like just to put it on the shelves and around the house, so it’s her house too. and she thinks it’s kind of silly at first because it’s not like she can really interact with most of it, but. then she sees all of her stuff mixed together with eiffel’s on the shelves and it’s like this constant reminder that she exists in the world, that she has an impact on it and a place in it. and that does make her feel a little better.
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amatres · 2 years
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quick messy drawings of two very opposite scenes with the camelot boys because i enjoyed both lol
scenes and characters from the bastard of camelot by @llamagirl28
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acerikus · 6 days
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Ah, yeah that makes more sense actually! I can't reply to your reply because yours are restricted but I did edit my tags since you clarified.
No worries! Yeah, at first I genuinely thought he WAS just regular flowey bc I totally forgot that the OG underswap swapped Asriel and monster kid and was celebrating how perfectly in character flowey felt, and I was immediately filled w fear when I realised Asriel was his own person here. Really hope they're cooking something interesting up w flowey's deal that makes sense (especially bc the devs are seemingly using he/him for Flowey, so unless that's a slipup bc of canon flowey it makes.. less sense to be frisk or mk). Honestly I think it'd be really funny if it turns out flowey IS just a shape shifting Asriel and frisk is just lurking within Chara doing all the 'forward' stuff while mk is the main temmie or something lol)
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shepards-folly · 6 months
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!!! BEST FRIENDS FOREVER !!!
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angiestown · 2 months
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I guess it's about time I remove my NL dream addresses from my blog description. end of an era
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sneeb-canons · 10 months
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mind generally feels little to no emotion except sometimes when he just explodes (usually with anger)
Headcanon #59
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iiscpr · 2 months
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and ball and chain ad ball abnd ball and chain and ball and
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eldrichthingy · 8 months
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just two bg3 ocs - sad vamplings that I'm obsessed with made in this picrew ✌🏾💗 storm sorcerer murder incarnate (everett, they/them) and the scared spore druid (egill, he/they) 🍄🌙
I was tagged by @apricote @fizzytoo (thank you sm!! I love picrew and I don't post a lot now but gods do I love it!!.) :') tagging anyone who wants to do it, pls feel free to tag me!
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Please tell me what you think of this cruel, cruel idea I had--
Whumpee has been Whumper's toy for years now, systematically broken and healed just to be broken again
After Whumper had broken them enough that they would disobey only in the smallest of ways (would cry when told to shut up when the pain got too much, something like that) but wouldn't fight Whumper any longer, they gave Whumpee one small mercy. One item of comfort.
And when Whumper finally tires of them, desiring to truly break someone again?
Whumpee is gifted to someone else. That someone else was told about the comfort item and decides, why should Whumpee have it? It will only make them disobedient.
So what do they do? They use that item against Whumpee. It could be a blanket or pillow, so often cuddled or used to hide in, now used to smother Whumpee or restrain them. A stuffed animal ripped apart and used as a gag. Something made of rock or stone heated and used to burn Whumpee over and over, you get the picture.
And then Whumpee is rescued, maybe even just requested for a visit by their old Whumper. And that Whumper gets to see their former whumpee go from skittish but obedient to absolutely terrified. And when, out of the kindness of their heart, they try to hand Whumpee their comfort item?
They get to hear them scream.
HEY THIS IS SO EVIL I LOVE IT
that stuffed animal one breaks my heart especially😭 I'm hugging my blahaj tight and pretending it's not real 😭(okay but it's so evil I adore it)
but hehe I love love love this kinda evilness!! taking the one small, good thing in whumpee's life and using it against them to the point it's tainted forever to them!! that is the good shit!!
but also it's so mean I would need like. some comfort stuff after this idk give the whumpee a hug?? a new comfort object that's different from the first?? my heart can't take this I'm too soft
anyways. may I add onto this with a list of other ideas :O
If the comfort object is something hard, then throw it at the whumpee!
the first whumper let them listen to some of their favorite music as a comfort? play it while whumpee is being tortured to condition them, and then turn it on whenever so they panic :)
serve the whumpee their favorite food, but poisoned or drugged to give them a bad time!
whumpee has a cozy oversized jacket with too-long sleeves? turn it into a straitjacket!
only let whumpee have their comfort object when whumper is nearby. watching whumpee. maybe taunting them, hurting them, until their comfort object is associated too much with whumper.
also for the post-visit/rescue stuff!!
first whumper is super confused, tries to place it in whumpee's hands. it doesn't go well!
first whumper taunts them once they realize what's going on, laughing at whumpee for being so scared of something they once adored
whumpee is scared that first whumper is going to use their comfort object against them as well
if it's post rescue, caretaker holds their shaking hands, asks them what's wrong, and gives them a nice hug :D
caretaker helping whumpee find a new comfort object!!
whumpee feeling secure that their important and meaningful possessions are safe, and no one's going to use those against them
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