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uriekukistan · 16 days

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Hope your day or night is going well!! ✨

Okay, top five Megumi lines/scenes?

ahhh thank you i hope yours is as well!! and thank you for the ask!!

im in the car rn so some of these i couldn’t track down the specific chapter/page bc i dont wanna use all my data :’)

1 - “i’m not like itadori, i have no problem earning 100 points for myself.” or something along that line

one of the things that fascinates me the most about megumi is the way he places value on lives, and this line is just so cool to me. he’d said before this that he saves people unequally, but this shows just how far that goes. he’ll kill anywhere from 20-100 random people so tsumiki and itadori, the two people he cares about and thinks are worth saving more than anyone else, don’t have to get their hands dirty, and their lives hold more value to him than others. it’s also so interesting to me because of the way megumi doesn’t consider himself a good person like tsumiki or itadori, and therefore doesn’t really see himself as worth saving, so it’s just a necessary burden he has to carry as the “bad” person for those two. also add that in w this line, and im on the floor

2 - his battle vs sukuna at the detention facility/“i’m not a hero, i’m a jujutsu sorcerer”

another moment where we get an insight into his ideas on good/bad people and who deserves saving, can you tell i love this aspect of his character? i mean, he’s about to sacrifice himself for itadori to live (hopefully), even though he literally met the guy two weeks ago, because he thinks he’s a good person who deserves saving. it’s the first insight we get into megumi’s thought process, and this was really the moment that made me start paying attention to him more. i also love how he kept a softer expression on his face and didn’t cry until after itadori died, like he didnt want itadori to feel sad or guilty in his final moments im SICK also the fact that he took the name-tag to that guys mom even though he didnt have an interest in saving him, like he was paying a respect to itadori….ugh…anyway yeah i love dissecting the way he values life.

3 - “so start by saving me, itadori”

see as an itafushist of course this had to make the list like this whole chapter has me on the floor but anyway aside from that, i love thinking about this scene because the words he’s saying seem so contrary to how he thinks? like he’s asking to be saved but he doesn’t think he’s worth saving? so it needs an extra layer of consideration. i feel like he really said this more to motivate yuuji (and save tsumiki) than actually wanting to be saved himself. plus the “it’s our fault, don’t be selfish and give up all alone” aaahhahahsj i just love this moment i feel like it shows his character very well….when the idgafer actually very much gaf….

4 - his first domain expansion

hellooo this was so sick and cool and badass of him like i dont think there’s anything i need to say for this. huge character development moment for him too. add this with the simple domain he had in dagon’s domain + the part in the culling games arc where he literally hides himself in the shadows……he’s crazy powerful and i dont wanna hear anything abt it! if u were traumatized like that you’d be curled up on the floor too

5 - “if you die, i’ll kill you” both times

again as an itafushist i couldnt not include this….of course there’s implications for megumi’s character as well but i feel like there’s only so much i can talk about his moral code in one post yk? but yeah i think it just shows how much the people he cares about matter to him

also bonus i love just any culling games megumi, his determination to save tsumiki and make it so itadori doesnt have to kill anyone makes him grow so much as a character and as a sorcerer, i love it sm

thank u for the ask! any excuse to yap about megumi 🤞

#me when i queue an ask game and then forget #i have no idea what’s in my queue tbh #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #megumi fushiguro #itafushi

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oifaaa · 1 year

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tim drake was the best robin (for the takes thing)

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

You know I was gonna strongly disagree with this one friend firstly bc I think the idea that there is a best robin to begin with is stupid as the question of what makes the best robin is very undefined and secondly bc stephs the best robin

#ask #anon #ask game #no but seriously it is just stupid #like ive been asking this question for ages #of what makes the best robin?#and its always so subjective #like who works best with batman #depends on the batman #who wanted to be robin #all the robins bar Jason volunteered to be robin #theres also writers bias to be taken into consideration #and oh so many things we'd be here all day #its a fun topic to discuss dont get me wrong #but not a question with a currect answer #or one that really should lets be honest #also i keep forgetting i put these ask games in my queue #then get like jump scared when i suddenly see a bunch of new asks in my inbox #someone please save me from my stupidity

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mattodore · 1 year

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just woke up from the most viscerally horrifying and triggering dream i’ve ever had and it took me at least two minutes after waking up to realize it wasn’t real 😁👍 well. good morning.

#river dipping #it was so awful…#anyway............................#let me answer this last message from those little ask games and then hmmmmmmm.#i think i'm going to get in blender and work on those portait poses for theo and matthias #i've been having trouble getting what i pictured in my head to come out the same in blender so.#we'll see how it goes. i might throw in the towel again skfjnfkdjg #i had a lot of fun answering those questions abt theo and matthias btw <3 thank you everyoneeee mwah #..... just noticed my queue posted a theo quote a few minutes ago that makes me wants to brain myself on concrete <3 #sometimes i forget the posts i put in my queue so when i see them in the morning it's like being shot in the back

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kellystar321 · 11 months

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#periodical life updates #maybe when artfight is done i'll ask for avm art reqs; that seems fun. i wanna draw the colorful sticks #(<- has been mainly drawing the stickmin sticks for twitter)#wait i also mentioned i wanted to work on my selfship blog right? fck. and also my part for that map too.#jegus jace r.i.c.k.e.c. starlight youve got so many projects huh. well its good to write them down. ive got this thing i do where once i-#finish a big project i forget all other projects ive ever had. ''i was so caught up in the euphoria of not being busy with artfight anymore #''i forgot that my other projects existed!'' type beat. future jace check here when youre done artfight. you've also got a fic to write!!#and ecas to draw! you also wanted to do an oc sexyman tourney but you wanted to draw everyone portraits first so <3 #stickmin comics (charles; randy; jegus we probably cant think of montana just yet) and also i still got the requests from there :'>#maybe a commission sheet. i might do kofi commissions they sound fun. real commissions stress me out hgkjh </3 #infinite art project hell hfkjhf </3 didnt do much artfighting today due to dentist appointment. it was very unpleasant.#i need a lot of dental work done. i have to go back next week (RIGHT BEFORE SAHCON TOO LMAO) and i also gotta have my wisdom teeth removed #not then i think (hopefully i dont wanna be fcked up before sahcon :/) but eventually. ugh. mimserable.#my queue's running low again. im tired of filling it back up ough u-u #my new drawing tablet came in btw!! ive been drawing more comfortably again <3 gotta update my progress reports for artfight #ive been watching secret sleepover society though hjdfjkh they played a cute potion making game!! but i'll work on the spreadsheet now hdjk #okay done and posted! gonna take my dental meds and probably sleep or add more stuff to queue?#see ya! <33

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fxrina · 7 months

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tag dump

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mundanemiseries · 8 months

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updated tags (pt 8/?)

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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 months

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HALLOWEEN GAME TIME!!! WE'RE GOING TRICK OR TREATING!!!

ON THE DAY OF HALLOWEEN ask me or anyone else that's reblogged this, "trick or treat" and you shall recieve a random thing in your trick or treater bucket! What thing?

THAT'S UP TO WHO'S BLOG DOOR YOU'RE KNOCKING ON!!

A little doodle of their blorbo? An incorrect quote? A drawing of a little cat? A fun fact about bees? A little drabble (100 words I mean but do as you will) for a random thing? A photo of their pet dog? A headcanon? A fic recommendation? A random meme? An OC? A link to their current favourite song? A nice, virtual slap in the face? A trick? A treat? WHO KNOWS!!! NOT YOU OR ME THAT'S FOR SURE!!! (Just no screamers or shit like that of course lets not forget that lmao)

Why am I saying this now instead of on the day of the game? So anyone else that wants to play has plenty of time to prepare a little handful of things for the trick or treaters!!

Remember, it doesn't have to be anything big!!! You can be the blog that's giving everyone images of rotisserrie chicken you found on google, or you can be the blog that's giving everyone pictures of your cat if you want!! This is a low spoons and low stress game so do whatever you want to do that's easy for you!! Be a mix of everything or just give a 'hi!' it doesn't matter, it's all in good fun!! And we can trick or treat each other too, of course. Not as fun if you can't get any tricks or treats too, right? Anyone can trick or treat and anyone can be trick or treated!

I recommend making/queueing a post on the day so everyone knows you're playing btw (anyone that reblogs this post will get one off me too if they don't say otherwise in tags and if I remember I said this)

FOR TRICK OR TREATERS!!!

All you gotta do is send an ask with 'trick or treat' in it on Halloween! Halloween day!! 31st of October!! Day of spooky!! That's it!! (And if you go on anon no one will know if you come back again but I didn't tell you that lmao) I'll be answering any I get when it's Halloween in my timezone and I'm sure I won't be the only one so if you ask earlier, hang tight! It's probably not Halloween yet or they don't have time just yet cause it's a Tuesday! I believe that's everything so...

Have fun guys!!

#halloween game #yeah I know this is the kind of thing that circles every year btw #but I can't for the life of me remember anyone actually doing it :(#so here's a game!!#I will try my damn best to do it so stay tuned for that!!!#I'll make a little mix of things to share it'll be fun!#plenty of time to build up a little collection of low spoons stuff I think #honestly a great way to get myself back into things probably #we'll see!

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misc-obeyme · 19 days

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would u consider obey me a dead fandom?

Um. Nope. I sure wouldn't.

If there's anybody out there who thinks Obey Me is a dead fandom, I would say they're probably confused about what a dead fandom actually is.

I think an argument could be made saying that there is no such thing as a dead fandom. But I'm going to assume you mean that fan content is at an all time low.

Friend, I have been in fandoms where the content was like... you get a fic or two every year if you're lucky. This for a media that hadn't put out any new content in decades.

Obey Me? I get an average of five asks per day about Obey Me. I can queue 10 posts per day about Obey Me. I still average over 800 notes a day on this here Obey Me blog. In the past few months, we've had new artists and writers joining the community and posting their Obey Me fan works. The game is still active and updating. There are two apps even.

So no, I personally would not consider the Obey Me fandom to be dead by any means.

It's certainly been more active in the past. I'll never forget the surge of activity that happened when Nightbringer first came out. My Solomon fics seemed to double their notes over night lol.

But we're also in a bit of a lull right now because we aren't getting new chapters. Every time an event happens, there's another burst of activity. And then things die down just a little before they surge again. That's the nature of fandom.

Another common fandom thing is people coming and going. I've been here for almost two years, but there are others who have been here for four. And then there are some people who've only been in the fandom for a couple months. And then there are the people who were here at the beginning, but have since moved on. Maybe they only stayed for a few months before moving on. Maybe they're only casually in the fandom, dipping in now and again. This is also just the nature of fandom. There's no right way to do it. And it doesn't reflect on whether a fandom is alive or dead.

Hell, we even have plenty of discourse and toxic stuff in this here fandom, too. More of that when there's nothing else to do, I think, which is unfortunate, but also kinda... just part of fandom.

And all of this is just how it is on Tumblr. I know there are active Obey Me communities on Twitter/X and Instagram, too. I'm just too old and tired to maintain that many socials. I actually have accounts on both of those apps but I rarely use them.

And lastly, I'm a big proponent of being involved in fandom no matter how active the community is. By this I mean, if I still have an Obey Me hyperfixation in ten years when the apps are closed down and nearly everybody else has moved on, I will still be here posting fic. Because I won't leave a fandom until I am ready to move on from it, dead or not. (Sometimes this can mean you are one of the few people still creating for said fandom, but you might be surprised at how many people will still enjoy what you create.)

#tl;dr this fandom is far from dead lol #my tendency to ramble is why I included the short answer at the very top #obey me #obey me nightbringer #anon asks #misc answers

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fixing-bad-posts · 8 months

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I looked around and didn't see anything about this on your blog but I apologize if I missed it.

I was wondering, what does doing the work behind this blog...feel like? I guess what I'm asking is if it does anything to you. Like, I had a thought. For a flash, I imagined you as Butters from South Park in that episode where he is tasked with filtering out all the negative comments on Cartman's social media. It ended up really messing with Butters, what with him having to see all that negativity.

You're definitely not being affected to that extreme, I assume, but I wonder if you would have anything to say about the process of finding these negative posts and reading them several times to edit them. Has it exposed you to unpleasantness that you wouldn't have otherwise seen? Or is there perhaps a kind of catharsis in editing such filth?

I'm making a lot of assumptions here. Maybe I'm also asking about your process. I just think what you're doing is neat and would love to hear about your experience with it.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have plenty of reasons to feel joy <3

oh boy, i love talking about myself haha—so thank you for giving me an excuse to do so! i have answered similar questions in the past, though never at length. every once in a while, someone pops into the inbox to ask about my mental health (which, rest assured, is just fine—i don’t put this blog’s operation above anything; it’s honestly pretty low on my list of life-priorities), and it’s always quite sweet. having a mob of strangers following one’s sideblog has its perks: one being that sometimes parasociality results in some well wishes, kind thoughts, and general goodwill. which is very nice, and probably an unearned vanity-boost for my ego.

what does the work behind this blog feel like? in turns: mundane, challenging, vindicating, annoying, amusing… and probably other things that i’m forgetting. most of the work i do on this blog is actually me procrastinating! i am a certified adult with a job™, and i’m definitely guilty of slacking off at work sometimes to queue posts submissions from my inbox, which is more fun than like… proofreading financial documents and making spreadsheets. other times, i’m sitting in a café with my partner, and allegedly i’m “writing” fanfiction. but, uh, if you know any writers, you know that sometimes “writing” means, ‘looking at a blinking cursor’. so it’s in those moments that i open up tumblr and start writing image descriptions and adding tags to prep posts for my queue. that’s mainly when the blog feels mundane.

something that i think helps me avoid negative doomscroll-spirals is that i don’t actively seek out bad posts for this blog. being a citizen of the internet delivers fodder to me naturally. that, and running a semi-popular sideblog on tumblr. when i see a bad post in the wild, that’s when the feeling is annoying/challenging. challenging, because ever since starting this sideblog, hateful posts don’t feel as vicious to me. once i see them, they stop being posts and turn into word-puzzles. and i love word puzzles!

solving the word puzzle is amusing for me, as is getting to look at my resulting “blackout poem.” it makes me laugh, it stretches my brain. when i started, i used to have to read a post several times to find the ‘good post within the bad post’ so to speak. these days, i’m so used to it, i barely read the bad posts more than a handful of times. but as i was saying to my partner, one of the reasons i love found poetry (erasure poetry, and cut-up poetry) is that it uses the same part of my brain that loves scrabble (the board game). then, of course, it's vindicating to see my posts get so many notes, sometimes surpassing the original bad post. that's more of my own vanity, i'm sure.

as for the last part of your message: yes, i have plenty of reasons to feel joy. i work with people who respect me, i live walking distance from a bubble tea café, and have friends and family whom i love. i have the good fortune to be safely out as a queer person. i’m a fanbinder. i’m currently working on a long fanfiction which is getting some very nice comments on ao3. and i’ve recently decided to become a poet (like, for real).

i must admit, i’m fascinated by how you imagine me. i often wonder how i am perceived, especially because i keep many cards close to my chest here on my sideblog.

anyhow, thank you for this excuse to ramble about myself and the process of running this blog. i hope you also have plenty of reasons to feel joy 💛

#what are your headcanons about me i'm so curious #ask fbp #ittybittykittyfingers

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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Dependency Issues - Part Eight

A/N: Long awaited update is here finally. Thank you for all the comments on the last part, I read them all they made me smile to see people so interested. Haven’t proofread this part but really wanted to get it out so enjoy. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Incest. Manipulation. Coercive behaviour (at times) Full on smut. Dependency Issues. (like reader has some serious issues when it comes to Aegon) Unhealthy relationship. Posessive Aegon. Angst . 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Rhaeneyra mother and non specified father) Word Count: 3K

Master list Part Seven

Lavender hortensias...

They were the flowers of the week, being placed in the vase on your bed side table. Aegon had made its mission to refresh it every week, being one of the many things he was doing to make you see how much he loved you. You couldn't even deny how your stomach fluttered when you received the first bouquet, unable to hide the smile on your face about the fact he even remembered your favourite colour. And even as the weeks turned into months and he continued with it, it never grew old, your lips twisting up into a grin without warning at the sight.

"Thank you," you whispered, still lying in your bed. "I love them."

He lingered in the room, a hand on your massive stomach as he stared at it.

"Yes?" You asked.

You knew the queues from Aegon, the silence and the rocking back and forth on his feet. He wanted something and you knew it was probably going to be pushing past your boundaries rule. But lately you had been slipping up with that one, only surprised that you hadn't allowed him to anything sexual yet.

However, you could see the look on his face, the way his eyes darkened every time you walked in the room as if you were some sort of meal for him. And with each day you denied him, like a predator he only grew hungrier and more excited as if it was some sort of game you were playing with him. You couldn't even deny how turned on you were at times, the hormones not doing anything to help and you knew one wrong move and you'd be putty in his hands again.

"It's nothing," he huffed, retreating his hand away from you. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before you could deny him. "Want me to bring you breakfast up?"

"No," you told him, shaking your head. "I'll get changed and come down. But could you have some of those muffins waiting for me."

"Of course," he said, giving you one of those boyish grins.

You couldn't even help yourself, hand wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips connected to his, taking a long time to move against each other but then it gets more heated, Aegon becoming hungry for more. You wanted to give into him, open your legs up and allow him access but you knew better, so you pulled away.

"I should get changed."

He nodded in agreement, pulling away from you and leaving the room.

A heat had flooded between your legs and you couldn't stop yourself as your fingers touched your lips, wishing to kiss him once again.

"How long is it for?" You asked, with a grimace on your face. You were lying down on the couch, Aegon behind you with his arms wrapped around your body. You knew you had set boundaries but in your vulnerable state, you felt like you needed him more than ever. It was easy to sink his touch, forgetting about everything you had said.

"Two nights," Aegon answered, a hand rubbing over your belly. "And you could always come with me."

You groaned, closing your eyes as you leaned your head further against his shoulder. "In my condition, I really don't think that's a good choice."

"It's still an option."

"As if your mum would let me go," you said, sighing as his hands started to massage at your sides. "I'll miss you though."

He hummed in agreement, placing a feather light kiss behind your ear.

"I'll have to sleep in your bed," you whispered, smiling at the thought. "Seeing as your clothes don't fit me now."

"And maybe when I get back you can stay in there."

You let the thought linger for a moment, leaving Aegon on edge. "Maybe."

"Maybe when I get back we can talk about what's going to happen when our baby comes." His hands were trailing over your skin, fingers playing with the loose dress that covered you.

"Baby steps," you told him, letting your eyes flutter close as you relaxed further into his touch. "Patience."

Aegon's leg worked underneath you, slipping between your own to pry them apart. "I have been patient."

His words made the skin of your neck prickle, feeling yourself become turned on with the low tone of his voice. He could sense how he was affecting you, knowing the way your teeth bit on your bottom lip to keep those soft sounds at bay. He just needed you to cave and with your hormones running high at the moment he knew he just needed to push a few buttons to get you there.

"I've been so patient..." his hands rested on the top of your breasts now, fingers flicking against the hardened nipples. "...and seeing you like this is driving me insane." His hands cupped your tits finally, giving them a gentle squeeze as he played with them.

"We really shouldn't," you protested in a sharp inhale, making no move to get away from him.

"I think you should let me take care of you."

"Take care of me," you pondered on the thought, a gentle sigh escaping at the feel of his hands. "I like the sound of that."

"And don't you think I've been so patient that I deserve some sort of reward."

One hand of his was sliding down across your body, so slowly you felt yourself fighting to not push it closer to where you needed him. Your hips were moving on there, grinding against him and the surface of the couch. It was like within seconds you became his pathetic mess, so eager for him to touch you.

"Let me help you."

His hand cupped your cunt through your clothes, making you instantly buck your hips up into his touch. You let out at whine, lips parting as you twisted your head to look at him.

Aegon had you right where he wanted you.

But then a voice made him with draw his hand from you as he glad at someone by the door.

"I just got a call from Grandfather and said he's picking you up for your flight in half an hour."

"I know," Aegon hissed at his brother, tensing underneath you.

You got up, lifting yourself with a bit of struggle from the couch. Both Aegon and Aemond reach to help you but you place your hands up to stop them.

"I'm fine," you said, a bit annoyed with them both trying to help you.

Even with you being five months along, you weren't helpless and they both clearly knew it. But it was like it had been a competition between the pair since your bump started showing, trying to dote on you at every moment they were around.

At first you had found the extra hand from Aemond sweet, reminding you of your brother in most ways. But at times you found it uncomfortable, finding yourself trying in the nicest way possible to push his hands away.

Then there was the problem with Aegon and his deep rooted jealousy. Each time Aemond even lingered a second for too long, Aegon's eyes burned with an intensity you had never seen before. An anger that you feared that if you let it brew for too long, he'd act out and not just against you. Because you could take that anger, in fact that was some perverted part in you that craved to see it but you didn't want it to be taken out on anyone else. Not someone that seemed to genuinely want to help you.

"You need to pack," you pointed to Aegon, placing a hand against his chest. "You can help me up the stairs along the way."

"Of course," Aegon secured a hand around your back, pulling you along with him. He wore a proud smirk on his face the whole way, a sense of pride filling him every time you picked him over Aemond.

"Stop smiling so much," you warned him with a playful tone unable to fight the smile from your face as you looked at him. "He's going to be the one looking after me when you're gone for a couple of days."

Aegon didn't like that, even with his hand gently pressing into your back, you could tell you might of crossed the line with that comment. His nose was flaring as he looked at you, jaw tensing as he kept his anger at bay. But there was that intensity again and you couldn't even deny how much it turned you on.

All amusement dropped from your face as you gulped, eyes dropping from his face to the floor.

When you reached the top of the stairs, Aegon's hands didn't drop. Instead he pulled you away from the direction of your room, taking you towards his.

"Aegon I didn't-" you stopped yourself, words catching in your throat when you caught his gaze again.

For once his eyes weren't watery, instead there was a coldness in them that you couldn't read as he dragged you into his room.

"Please talk to me," you pleaded voice soft, hoping to break through to him. You walked into the room, taking a seat on the end of the bed.

"You know I don't find it funny when you say things like that." His voice raises slightly, not enough to alert others but enough to stir something in you. "Do you think I want to be a whole flight away while you're here having to depend on people like my brother to help you?"

"I know you don't-"

"I've been so patient with you." His hands cup your face as he towers over you. "So very patient."

You couldn't even deny the slick that was building between your underwear, hormones going through the roof with his touch.

"You're mine." He pinched your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. His eyes were wet now, filled with a rage you knew so well. "I think you need reminding of that."

He lightly shoved you backwards and with ease you fell onto the bed, not even trying to get up afterwards.

"I think in the past few months you may have forgot but it's okay, I'm willing to show you."

"Aegon, you have to get ready for your flight."

You don't even know why the words left you, it's not like you were doing anything to fight against him. Instead you were completely docile as his hands ran along your thighs, allowing him to spread them with ease. You even lifted your hips as he yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.

"Fuck," you mewled as you felt his breath hit your pussy, already desperate for his touch. It really had been too long, you needed him more than ever. "Please touch me."

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me and I'll do anything."

"I'm yours, Aegon. I've only ever been yours."

His mouth latched onto your soaked folds in an instance, making you buck your hips into his touch. You felt on fire with his touch, a wet moan escaping your lips from the intensity you were feeling. It was all so much and you had missed it more than anything.

"Fuck, please." You weren't sure what you were begging for, losing yourself in Aegon's touch in the moment and completely forgetting where you were.

"All mine," Aegon greedily murmured into your clit, licking at it like a starved man. You could feel his saliva dripping down your folds, mixing in with your juices that he was so hungrily eating up and all of it was sending you feral as you moaned for him.

His fingers gripped onto the skin of your hips, digging into it harshly as he kept you from moving. You didn't want to move, you didn't want to go anywhere as your hands grabbed the sheets around you.

"Just a pretty pussy," Aegon growled, detaching his lips from you.

You whined, trying to lift your hips to meet his face again but he declined. Instead his fingers found your folds, stroking them up and down as he made a mess of your cunt. He lifted himself, hovering over you as his fingers played with your cunt.

"I want to watch you as you cum," he smugly told you, pressing his forehead against yours. "I want to see imprint the memory into my head so I might save this moment for later."

His words were pushing you towards the edge, making you clench down on nothing as your body searched for that sweet release. You tried to lift your head up to catch his lips in a kiss but he retreated slightly, shaking his head.

"I want to watch you right now."

It was intimate the way he gazed down at you, taking in every sigh or quiver of your lips as if it was the most sexiest thing in the world. It had you wanting to please him even more, grinding yourself up into his hand to make you moan even louder. And he was eating up every second of it.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?"

"Yes," you nodded eagerly, feeling your walls clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"How badly do you want to cum right now?"

"So badly, Aegon. Please, I really need to cum."

"You're such a mess for me right now."

That you were as your eyes rolled back, toes curling inwards and your thighs beginning to shake. Your hand grabbed onto him, nails digging in slightly to ground yourself.

"You can cum, baby. Let it go."

And you did, hips digging into the mattress as you climaxed on his fingers. Your pussy was fluttering and you were so fucked out over just his fingers that you couldn't even register the lewd noises you were making.

Aegon helped you ride it all out, fingers continuing to circle your clit all the way through it while you came down. Your thighs clamped around him once it was finally over, giving him the sign to pull away. His hand slowly slid from your thigh and he lifted it to his face, sucking the digits of his fingers that were covered in your juices. He hummed at the taste and the noise made your skin crawl in a delicious way, wanting more of him than before.

"I don't want you to go," you told him, eyes growing wet at the idea of not being with him for a few days. He had been around every day since you had been here, always close by if you needed him and the actual thought of not having him close was horrible. "I really don't want you to go."

He captured your lips in a feverish kiss, one that had you trying to pull him further in but he retreated once again. He was grinning when he looked down at you, content in the way he had got you.

"Aegon, Grandfather is here," Aemond's voice came through the door along with a loud knock.

"Fuck," Aegon hissed, happiness dropping from his face.

He lifted himself from you, quickly grabbing his suitcase and a few other things he needed to take with him.

You watched him as he moved, fixing your dress and blushing wildly at the thought of Aemond probably hearing you. It was embarrassing how you had so easily forgotten yourself but as you stated at Aegon, you could barely care about it, wanting to do it all over again just to keep him near.

When he stood in front of you again, his fingers pinched your chin to look at him. There was a seriousness to him, no anger as he spoke though as if he was just trying to make his point clear.

"I may have let you have you have your boundaries for however long you felt you needed them but at the end of the day you are mine. You are carrying my baby. Our baby. It's about time you and everyone else here starts to realise that."

He picked up his stuff before walking to the door, not taking a second to say goodbye before he walked out the door.

Aemond stood behind the door, being shoved out of the way by his older brother. And while you should of been embarrassed, even mortified at the scene that Aemond had just heard, you didn't find any bone in you willing to be.

Instead you were struck in silence, fingers hovering over your lips as you stared at the space where Aegon just was.

It was clear in the night that his words had stuck with you, finding yourself crawling into his bed to find comfort. Your fingers didn't play with your phone for long before you pressed his name on video call. And of course by the second ring he answered, a wide grin on his face as he accepted your call.

"You called?" He smiled smugly through the phone.

"I missed your voice," you admitted softly, snuggling your head further into his pillows. "Talk to me, tell me about your day. Anything, please."

"I missed you too," he confessed, playing with the mess of his white hair.

"I never said I missed you, I just said I missed your voice." You were teasing, scrunching your nose at him.

A moment passed as he watched you, staring in awe at the sight of you which made your stomach stir.

"I miss you so much," you told him in a huff, annoyed at the thought of being without him any longer. "How many days again?"

"Only two."

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mogoce-nocoj · 8 months

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some notes about yesterday i don't want to forget

idk how it's at other venues but when mikke was selling merch he was standing directly under the green light which made it look like he dyed his hair green and i had to giggle

the way jere said that something special was gonna happen this week and asked if we knew about it and the few people who started chanting huhhahhei 💚

that he had to laugh when he asked about the Germans and joked about the front row being all Finns because apparently most Germans didn't queue as long lmao

how he talked so much about eurovision that we were convinced salena was gonna appear and she didn't. but then she did! only at the end though

Hello Rich People At The Back

he was desperately trying to tell us about a Finnish game. Nobody around me understood what the heck he was trying to say (💚)

the awe in his eyes whenever he paused to look at the crowd in front of him

everyone cheering for Jesse

his inability to leave at the end like it took him so long to leave the stage that I'm pretty sure he never wanted this moment to end. And I Get It

him joking about children using their parents passport to get into the venue like lmao gigs aren't as restricted here as they are in Finland

some personal notes but back when I saw JO in Finland everyone was somehow shorter than me and this time everyone was taller and I forgot how it feels to be one of the smaller people again lmao

Jere's speech about buying merch and him not making any money off the Europe tour and saying that we should buy merch! only if we can afford it though. but we should definitely buy it!

someone gave him a 10€ note. he found it hilarious

the conversation about merch I had with the security guard who told me that for some reason they're slow as fuck today and that I should plan in a lot of time if I wanted to have some (wondering if this was the case because there were more people than usual who bought merch bc of Jere's speech?)

#käärijä #käärijä berlin #pretty sure I already forgot some stuff but the energy was so much fun!

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lcngdays · 3 months

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Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

Hello Beloved Positivity Anon! Sorry for the late reply, I don't get much done during the week, but the weekend is where I thrive! Now, it's hard to pick JUST FIVE FAVES. So I may have included a few more <3

@plcasantnights // While Corpse isn't active on tumblr anymore, he's still my absolute best friend ever. I love him with my whole heart and we've written countless stories together, we've met irl multiple times, and I just. Don't have enough good to say about this man. An incredible writer, a patient and understanding person, and someone I trust with my whole, authentic self. Long days and pleasant nights, bestie. <3

@cxldblxxded / @yxkanna / @striigon // MOOP!!! A very cool writer with a very keen sense of character creation. I love reading about their silly little guys and I love talking with them ooc! I feel like I can throw any must at them from my EXTENSIVE roster and they're down for it, no matter how silly it is!

@handgiven // WHAT IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT KAI!!!!! emmanuel is SO sweet and SO precious and I hold him so dear in my heart. One of the few characters that can put up with my more annoying characters with a smile on his face, the way Kai is able to write such a beautiful, well thought out angel is incredible. I love reading the eloquence of Emmanuel and love seeing everything Kai puts on the dash

@fangmother // HI HUNTER HI HUNTER!!!! hunter is so fucking cool you guys. they have the coolest posts both ic and ooc and i light up each time they come on the dash with anything new. rainer is so cringefail girlboss and i don't care how many times hunter tells me i'm wrong to love her, i'm still GOING TO!!!

@freekzout / @hungryyheart // VIV MAKES ME NOSTALGIC FOR THE NINTIES AND I WAS BORN IN 1997 SO THAT'S WILD!!! everything about the worlds that Viv has created makes me insane. be it cute little vampiis or straight up government coverups viv is SO creative and so nice ooc! puts up with me even though i forget to answer dms a million percent of the time!! ALSO PUTS UP WITH ANGEL SO A HUGE PLUS RIGHT THERE

@burdenedwithfaith // every day it makes me insane that Prince isn't more popular on tumblr. i don't know anything about the series their character is from and yet and YET I am so so so INVESTED with him! I'm so invested with each little character moment and arc and I love writing with them to see where they're going to take it and take John!! even if you don't know the game their muse is from I highly encourage you to check them out because they're EPIC

@soulmissed // I haven't written a lot with Ruben (YET) but his character is SO well written. Ruben also always pops into my dms when I make a sad/venty post and checks on me and he has no idea how MUCH i appreciate that so i'm saying it here. thank you <3

@mr-pulvis // Ruth. Oh Ruth!!!!!! Ruth has known me since the beginning. Since I STARTED on tumblr! They have followed me through countless blogs, countless cringe, countless silliness and revamping and bad writing. I love Miles to death, I've always loved Miles, but Ruth doesn't get enough credit (from me at least!) for how cool and nice they are and how good of a writer they are. here's to many MORE years of knowing each other!!!

@pistolsister + many more blogs in their pinned! // Even though we've followed each other for a long time, we've only JUST started writing together. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FULLY RESPONDED TO ANYTHING YET I DON'T THINK IT'S ALL IN THE QUEUE! but mille is very cool, very easy to bounce ideas off of and i love each and every one of their characters. SO well thought out, SO easy to write against and just a sweet person over all!

@wehavefoundthestars // EVE!!!! I LOVE OUR SLOWBURN BOYS!!!! But I also love writing with them with ANY of my characters! we're always in each other's dms after each response excitedly chatting away! a very fun person to write with and be around!

@lovepurposed // hi orion :3 orion and I are also a duo who have known each other for a long while. not as long as some of the people on this list, but we've always seemed to find each other on tumblr some way and some how, despite moving blogs or just falling out of certain fandoms. orion is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, and I'm looking forward to writing with orion for a long, long time to come.

@amischiefofmuses // NEVER DID I EVER EXPECT TO FIND SOMEONE IN SO MANY OF THE SAME FANDOMS AS ME. homestuck, invader zim, undertale, hazbin, you NAME it we have it in common. magpie is SO fun to write with, and i think they're just RLLY COOL NGL AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER

@spokewar // MARCI!!!!! so good at writing it makes me insane that they even write WITH me. i followed them originally with sass and their sam winchester but things just blossomed from there into an epic scifi adventure with a little alien prince and obi-wan (AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN STAR WARS LMAO) marci is super cool and super fun to be around and is a very comforting presence when i get worried about wanting to do something new!

@dumbthink // KC i have followed all over tumblr. i love writing with them, i love all the stories they create, i LOVE all their silly little characters and how well they can analyze LITERALLY ANYTHING!!!!

HONORABLE MENTIONS!!!!!

@null-siren / @honeyhogger / @notsohumerusnow / @badmusejail : THE UNDERTALE CREW!!!!! I write with them mostly on my undertale rp blog but i wanted to give all of them a HUGE SHOUT OUT for being so cool and friendly and fun to write with, even though i'm VERY SLOW over on my undertale blog!!!

@bittcnneck / @r-adio / @bloodsalted / @velvetineblue / @swervdcity / @rcjoice / @deceivesthem / @starbeambully / @ourcwnside / @beastbitten / @heaven-said / @thehazbins / @vitalphenomena / @captivates / @ruinedmyself / @miidnighters / @lcve0n / @hellfrozen / + ALL MY LOVELY MUTUAL!!!! // I LOVE ALL MY MUTUAL I LOVE ALL MY WRITING FRIENDS AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU ALL A HUGE HUG AND AWWWWAAA !!!! i could never name everyone unfortunately, but everyone here is a great writer and friend and i'm happy to be hanging out with all of them even if we've only JUST started talking or writing together!!!

#ooc #long post cw #if you didn't make the list it doesn't mean i don't love you btw #i love everyone who i follow and write with #<3333!!!!!#everyone be good to yourselves and keep writing. i love you and am so glad to have gotten this ask so i can spread some joy #i wish i could be here more and write more but being an adult is hard #so i cherish each and every moment i have with all of you

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Love Is Hard for a Broke Otaku

Narumi x Hirotaka

A/N: In wave of inspiration I drafted 3 new fics yesterday and THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THEM. This one just spawned today and it's the fault of @dokidoki-muffin and her amazing art that inspired me🤭

Summary: Narumi and Hirotaka continue dating with the golden rule: no otaku talk during their romantic outings unless you would like to contribute to the piggy bank. A great rule for those who have money. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.2K

Such a beautiful spring day! It was the perfect Shoujo scenario date. A stroll in the park, a swan boat date surrounded by couples, a romantic picnic for two while enjoying the beautiful sunset...

"We're being so romantic, Hirotaka! Seeing us together like this, I ship us harder than Dr. Ratio and Aventurine, which says a lot! Their chemistry is really off the charts!"

Without a word, Hirotaka instantly held out the otaku-off-limits piggy bank. Narumi gasped. Where did he get that! As if the damn thing just spawned in his hands like a video game item!

"Too bad, Narumi. You held out for so long without breaking the rule," Hirotaka said dramatically.

"You brought Bernard?!" she shrieked.

"I still disagree with that name. But yes. Penalty time, you geeked out," Hirotaka said. Narumi sighed and covered her face with her hands.

"Geek out, geek out? H-how did I geek out?"

"You talked about Honkai Star Rail, again. On top of that, a BL couple. It is against our dating rule."

"You're so mean, Hirotaka! Besides, Honkai Star Rail is a game. You should geek out with me then."

"That's not the rule. Besides, I already told you it's not my kind of game. Pay up," Hirotaka said, and he shook the piggy bank. Narumi listened to the sound of the coins inside and she sighed.

"Can you forgive me this once?" she asked, feeling her pockets. Not even a 1-yen coin was left.

"Why? You know it's our date-rule. You made me pay too, the other day. Twice."

"But that was because you wouldn't stop bringing up Monster Hunter. Paying twice was the ultimate minimum compared to how much you geeked out."

"I also recall you made me pay when we went to Disney Sea too, last weekend."

"But you wouldn't stop doing these unnecessary raids in Pokemon Go!" Narumi whined. Hirotaka glared at her.

"I don't see the difference. So, rules are rules. You pay. That would be 500 yen, miss." He held out the piggy bank. Narumi fiddled with her clothes.

"Then... can I pay later?" she asked. Hirotaka cocked his head.

"I don't see why. Don't tell me you're broke?"

.... Narumi hesitated for too long, so Hirotaka gasped. "You are broke!" he yelled, and Narumi quickly grabbed his hands.

"No no no, I'm not broke! I'm just out of cash! Don't forget I bought us drinks and ice cream for our date today! That was everything I had with me... today! I have money at home, a-and on my bank account!"

Narumi felt her cheeks getting red knowing that was not true, especially when Hirotaka gave her this judging stare.

"Do you really?" he asked. "So when we go to your home now, or to the bank, you can pay?"

Narumi blushed and bit her lip. Nooo! "M-maybe?" she said. Hirotaka sighed.

"Just what did you do with your money this time?" he asked. Narumi nervously played with her clothes.

"Well... T-there were tickets on sale for Comic Con..."

"Ah, Comic Con. I remember you asked me to go. Those tickets are expensive," Hirotaka said.

"Hmm yes, you turned me down. S-so I still bought two tickets, for Hana-chan and me."

Hirotaka frowned. "And...?" he asked. Narumi lowered her head.

"I a-accidentally bought them twice."

Hirotaka jumped up again. "What! Twice? How?"

Narumi shrugged. "Well you see, these things happen. They were on sale on the website, and you have to be there soon because they sell out fast - a-and there was also a special sale that included a meet & greet with my favorite seiyuu on another website. I wanted to make sure to get at least one of them! I was in the online queue on the two websites and, actually ended up getting both! I didn't expect I would. It's a miracle."

"...A miracle that cost you a lot of money. So, you can just sell one set, right?"

"I can't. One has the VIP package and the other has the special meet & greet! They're different! I have to keep both!"

Hirotaka groaned. "Are you serious right now? You can't just pay entrance fee once and the special packages separately? Sounds like a scam. So anyway, that's why you're broke?"

"It's not a scam, just my mistake! Hana-chan didn't want to sell hers and I I kind of said I could keep mine too... And yes now I am broke, but only for the weekend. Hana-chan will pay me back her share when we are at the office. I have food at home too. I'll be fine."

It had really not been Narumi's intention to spill the truth about this unfortunate money situation to Hirotaka. It all went so well, with her just offering the little money she had for the least expensive treats today, such as drinks and ice cream, while Hirotaka paid their lunch, picnic snacks and boat ride like a true gentleman. He originally wasn't going to find out about the her blunder, and about her greed.

To think that her geeking out about one of her favorite BL pairings was the cause of this.

Speaking of...

"That's a shame. You do owe me then," Hirotaka said. Narumi jolted, sad that he was really returning to the penalty topic.

"Y-yes! I'll pay later!"

Hirotaka shook his head. "I mean, it's not about the money. You know that. More like, the small punishment for breaking the rule to keep our dates romantic." He smiled, and Narumi's heart fluttered.

"Romantic.." she mumbled with a blush, remembering why they had installed the rule in the first place. It wasn't always easy to be the friends-to-lovers couple after all.

"I think I can let you off, if we change the punishment. How about that?" Hirotaka suggested. Narumi cried out in delight and nodded.

"Yes. Yes! What should I do?"

Hirotaka stared into the distance. He pointed. "Run up and down those stairs."

Narumi stared at the huge ass stairs, leading to the shrine they didn't visit today for the exact reason of those stairs being too damn long.

"...Twice," Hirotaka said with a smirk. Narumi looked at him in horror.

"You might as well just kill me then," she said dramatically.

"Or... You'll let me tickle you. For..." Hirotaka said, taking his phone and tapping something. He then held up the timer.

"...Six whole minutes."

"Six? That's specific. Not five?"

"Six. So, would you agree?" Hirotaka asked. Narumi nodded.

"Sure, let's go home first."

Hirotaka shook his head. "No, we'll do it here." Narumi gulped and looked around the park. There were couples everywhere. Families... Dogs. People.

"Why, are you embarrassed? It's not like there's anyone we know here."

"B-b-but!" Narumi squeezed Hirotaka's hands and she shook her head. Did he really think so lightly of getting tickled in public? Someone as ticklish as her?!

"M-m-my dignity!" she stuttered, and she grabbed Hirotaka's shirt and tugged it repeatedly.

"You have to spare my dignity!"

"Hm? What dignity?" was Hirotaka's cold reply. Oof! Meanie! Narumi let out a whine and leaned her head against his chest.

"Is there really no third option?" she asked. Hirotaka chuckled.

"No, it's either stairs or tickling." The villain. He obviously knew Narumi couldn't even run up and down those stairs twice, having the stamina of a wanky banana peel. She'd strand in the middle and gasp for air like an old woman on her dying bed. Now that might even be more embarrassing than getting tickled.

"F-f-fine.... Tickle me then," she finally sighed. "But if people laugh at me, you have to stand up for me and tell them I'm beautiful."

Hirotaka smirked. "Don't you worry. You'll be doing most of the laughing here. Let's not mind other people."

That made Narumi blush, and she repositioned herself on their picnic sheet, shuffling awkwardly.

"S-so what do I do?" she asked while Hirotaka put his phone down.

"You come to me," he said. He turned on the timer and spread his arms.

"Come here," he said gently, and for a moment he really looked gentle, welcoming his precious girlfriend for a hug. But the moment she moved closer, she could already see his expression change. This wasn't Hirotaka being gentle, this was her villain boyfriend who was way too smug as he lured her into his tickle trap!

"Gotcha," Hirotaka said when she was so flustered she tried to move away again, and he locked her in his arms, bringing one hand to her side while the other moved up, immediately aiming for her underarm.

"Wawawa-wahahhaait Hirotakahahaha! Spahahare me a lihihittle!" Narumi whined when his fingers began to wiggle around their chosen tickle spots. She wriggled and squirmed in his arms, but Hirotaka reminded her he wasn't as weak as he looked - no offense, but it was the truth! And she couldn't help but love him for it.

"It's better to not mind them," Hirotaka said when Narumi couldn't help but turn her head to watch the judging couples in the distance. So embarrassing! It wasn't as if her getting tickled was the worst that was happening out here! Look, there were people kissing over there! Aaah!

"Buhuhut- aahaha! Wait no- not thehere!" Narumi laughed. Hirotaka had moved the hand on her lower side further up and tickled her ribs, while the other continued to gently wiggle its fingers under her arm. Narumi grabbed Hirotaka's jacket and she shook with hysterical laughter.

"I'm gohohonna ehehexplode!" she howled dramatically. Hirotaka chuckled fondly.

"No you won't," he said, and she gulped when he suddenly pushed her down on her back. He towered over her and grabbed both sides of her ribcage, his fingers racing up and down as if she was playing a game. Narumi squealed and tried to grab his hands and pry them off her as a reflex, but to no avail.

"Aaaahahaha nohoho it tihicklehehes!" she whined.

Hirotaka even captured both her hands and only needed one hand to pin them above her head. With the other he clawed and poked her ticklish armpit that was now helplessly exposed.

"HIROTAHAAKAAAA!" Narumi kicked her legs, messing up their picnic sheet. Despite everything she was very aware of the people staring at her and the way it made her blush - but even more aware of her boyfriend's fingers tickling and making her blush even worse!

"Three more minutes. We're halfway there," Hirotaka informered her, and Narumi shook her head wildly.

"Bwahahaha I cahahan't take ahahanymohohore!" she cackled. The fond smile Hirotaka showed her was so unfair.

"I'm sure you can," he said. He released her hands and continued the tickle attack by wiggling his fingers all over her tummy. Narumi screeched and tried to curl up. Reluctant to hit her precious attacker in the face, she pounded the picnic sheet like a madwoman.

"Plehehease! Hahahave mehehercy!" she shrieked. Hirotaka glanced at his phone.

"I will. After two minutes and fourteen seconds."

"Gahaahha I wihihill dieeehehehe!" Narumi wailed. She weakly tried to crawl away, but Hirotaka only needed to tickle her underarms again to make her collapse. He then settled with wrecking her socked feet for the remaining minutes. Hirotaka was pure evil.

"Nyaahhaahaha I cahahan't breheheathe!"

"You're doing just fine."

Narumi was sure he cheated. He must've secretly extended the timer or something, because no way had it actually been six minutes by the time he stopped. It felt like it was way longer. Narumi wrapped her arms around her stomach and wheezed.

Hirotaka looked at her with a charming smile.

"Game over, right? Well, I must admit this was way more enjoyable. If you like, we can just stop paying to Bernard and tickle-punish you instead, anytime you act like an otaku during our dates."

".....Pffffthehehe," Narumi giggled, muffling the sound with the back of her hand.

"Hmm? Still feeling ticklish?" Hirotaka asked teasingly. She shook her head.

"You called the piggy bank Bernard."

"Oh. Yes, I guess I did."

"And, introducing the tickle punishment as a permanent penalty means I get to tickle you too."

"....Oh. I guess so?" Hirotaka said, suddenly sounding a lot less smug and confident.

"And I will claim my six minutes right away, because you just said a gamer otaku thing."

"Huh?!"

"You said 'game over', that counts."

"Eh? It's a general phrase! Anyone would say 'game over'. Non-gamers would say it too."

"No, let me tickle you. Six minutes tickle punishment coming right up!"

"That's way too long for- aaaahh!" Narumi was suddenly no longer tired now that she chased after Hirotaka who was acting way more flustered all of a sudden. He tried to get away but she pounced on him and immediately began to tickle.

"Ahahahah! Nahaharumi! At leheheast tuhuhurn ohohon the tihihimer ahahaha!"

"Naah, you can keep count for me!" Narumi sang teasingly, and she enjoyed the sound of Hirotaka's cute laughter. She kind of agreed with him now. This was a lot more fun than the piggy bank.

And what was also a lot more fun: at the end of their park date filled with embarrassing tickle punishments, Hirotaka came with the sweetest suggestion. He'd buy the extra ticket for Comic Con from her, and convince Kabakura to join Hanako as well. They would attend the event with all four of them, while Narumi and Hanako could experience all of the extras as they wished. Woohoo!

Evil tickle monster tendencies aside, he really was the cutest boyfriend ever!

#wotaku ni koi wa muzukashii #wotakoi #tickling #tickle fic #lee!narumi #ler!hirotaka #narumi momose #hirotaka nifuji #love is hard for otaku #otomiya!writes

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rockstar-smash-or-pass · 4 months

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This is in all good fun.

I decided to make this account after seeing a video with that Markiplier audio where he's smashing or passing pokemon. And I play this game with my sister all the time.

If you have a specific rockstar that you want polled or a specific look for them (young/old, with/without makeup, short/long hair, etc.) just send it and it'll be posted. if I personally don't feel like they're 'rock' then I might not post them (if I do then it'll probably be set for a day). While rock is a massive genre with tons of other subgenres in it - ultimately it comes down to my opinion bc it's my blog?? Not a fan of that? Then don't follow?? Or just block me.

If you send a photo with your ask that is the photo that will be used. That being said, if you want a specific look for said rocker it's best to send a photo, I'm not a mind-reader so if I pick a photo and it's not the era you wanted I'm sorry, but no need to berate me in the tags.

I try post 5-6 polls a day and update my queue everyday. I try to queue up the asks as soon as I get them, so if yours isn't answered right away it's probably in the queue (so no need to send in the same ask multiple times) and will be posted with in a few days! If the polls are set to one day it is either because I don't deem them as 'rock' (see above) or it is a total accident, I try to queue them quickly and sometimes I forget I have to change it, and there have also been times when I do change it (or at least I think I do) and it doesn't... My bad.

As of April tenth this is the top/bottom 10

#thrash metal #glam rock #classic rock #70s rock #80s rock #90s rock #2000s rock #sleaze rock #sleaze metal #glam metal #hair metal

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robins-s0ngbird · 6 days

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Hello, I'm robins-s0ngbird, but call me Serenia/Iris! I go by both~

You most likely recognize the name 'Serenia' from somewhere~ It's most likely from my roleplay blog @intergalactic-singer (which is technically my main according to tumblr, but this will act as my main!) for Robin from Honkai Star Rail! All follows and likes will come from the Robin account, simply because I had 0 idea what I was doing when I made the account..

I'm a Hoyoverse girl, mostly playing Honkai Star Rail, Honkai Impact 3rd, and the occasional Genshin Impact when my friends bother me to play with them. I also play Wuthering Waves, Cooke Run Kingdom, Cookie Run Ovenbreak, AFK Journeys, and Brawl Stars!

Even with my somewhat busy life, I tend to learn all the lore in each game I play~ I also currently run 8 RP blogs across 3 fandoms, but they'll soon increase with my new obsessions.

List of roleplay blogs will be added here soon!

I mostly write small stories or my OC lore with my mutuals, which we often tie their lore together. I usually write whenever I'm bored, or someone asks me to write them something. I also send mutuals a lot of random stuff, from music to art~

My current obsession is Aventurine and Robin (plus their boyfriends!) from Honkai Star Rail (as you could probably tell from my username and graphics-) I also happen to have Robin as my main muse, but thats also not the point-

（。＾▽＾） (robins-s0ngbird.carrd.co) Heres my carrd if you need any extra info~! It has some of my mutuals on it, but a full list will be added later~!

Though my blog may mostly be tagless (because I tend to forget them-), heres a list just in case~!

General;

for friendship ~ For anything for my mutuals!

serenias snippets ~ Any random short stories/headcanons

serenias song queue ~ Any music/playlists I share

serenia shares art ~ Any art I reblog, regardless of fandom

Fandom;

beloved gem ~ Anything Aventurine/Aventio related because im very not normal

beloved songbird ~ Anything Robin/Robinhill related

angelic siblings ~ Any Robin post with Sunday in it

elysian realmkeeper ~ Anything with Elysia in it

fontainian actress ~ Anything Furina related

riding the stars ~ Anything Star Rail related

across the sea of quanta ~ Anything Honkai Impact related

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Honkai Star Rail;

I fell in love with this game, simply because I saw that it was releasing, and I needed a new game. I never knew that it'd become my main game and fandom I'd be in. I loved the character designs, the lore, and the writing behind it all. I even appreciate the Honkai Impact references since I started playing that too~! I play on NA, and my uid is 60196942 :> (also, beware of my Aventurine. just saying.)

Current Main: Aventurine, with a bit of Dr Ratio and Welt on the side~

Current Main Team: Dr. Ratio, Silver Wolf, Aventurine, Lynx

My Favorite Characters: Aventurine, Robin + Sunday, Boothill, Silver Wolf, Dan Heng/Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae, Welt

Honkai Impact 3rd;

I decided to play this game because, I simply went 'I play Star Rail. I should play this too because its a honkai game!' and suddenly I love this game so much. I fell in love with the characters, the buildup, the worldbuilding, everything.

I still play on the American server, with my UID being 107786863 :3

Current Main: Senadina (sorry Elysia)

Current Team: Senadina, Helia, Coralie

My Favorite Characters: Elysia, Kiana Kaslana, Bronya Zaychik, Welt (again), Senadina, Griseo, Kevin Kaslana, Li Sushang, Shigure Kira

Thank you for reading~!

aventurine dividers at the beginning: @preydatory robin, boothill, and ratio dividers: @kaeyaphile

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Bonjour!! I actually wanted to tell you how your writing is always something I look forward to at the end my day, like a candle lighting the darkest corners of my room. Could you maybe write a hopeless romantic!reader that slowly turned pessimistic at the thought of love (psst slow burn). Then Viktor realises how much reader has adored him since forever and wanted to do so in return! Merci♡

Bonjour ! <33 SADFGHJDHSGDJHDHDG thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 Before anything, I have to said, you just cracked my well-preserved secret! Legend says if you ask me for a slow burn I will get overboard and make a multichapter fic :D and I guess it's true so here we are 🤡 [Brain why you have to be like thissss I hate you] Anyway, I hope you like this first part ;3 Passe une bonne journée, petalthea ! <3

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter One]

> M A S T E R L I S T <

Viktor x Fem! (Hopeless Romantic!)Reader-------2.1K------SFW

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

Viktor saw you four times before he was obliged to talk to you.

Inside the Music Faculty, the chandelier sent golden hues against the gold and silver accessories of the guests filling the auditorium. A line of teenagers was waiting, removing awkwardly on their feet as the people organizing the admission test formed them into order.

He was in charge of the lightning, tucked next to the half-open curtain that separated the scenario and the backstage, sitting on a stool with uneven legs. Viktor was careful to balance himself up the wobbling seat, growing less interested in the auditions as time went on. While managing the levers, he considered what his final project for his Mechanic class could be.

Until a wailing interrupted his line of thoughts, almost tripping his body off the stool.

Looking backstage, he saw a teenager being dragged away from the queue by two men in twin outfits, a woman looking at you some feet away with a stern expression. You were thrashing and screaming—begging should be a better word—, Viktor thought when he heard what you were saying in a river of blabbering, like a plea.

Please just let me try. Father doesn’t have to know—

But they ignored you and the tears that shone clear against the dimmed light inside the backstage.

He didn't recollect the moment his body decided to move on its own, but the click of his wooden cane snap him back to the present.

One of the organizers looked at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if saying don’t even think about it.

Viktor frowned because he wasn't thinking about doing anything. They were full-grown adults working for an important house, if your tailored clothes were correct signal enough of your upbringing.

Though that didn’t stop the bad-hidden laughs behind some participants’ hands.

But even as the sound of the cacophony grew fainter, the heaviness of his chest remained while remembering your broken voice, hands frantic trying to pull away, and he thought, brows pinched in confusion, that if that would have been him if Professor Heimerdinger hadn’t helped him enrolling into the Academy.

He saw you try three more times, with the same outcome. Only that each failed audition your pleads became weaker, and you didn’t fight back as much.

People kept mocking you, you fought and lost, and he watched you every time.

What a particular case, because Viktor couldn't understand why a rich family wouldn't let their child enter the Music Faculty and become an artist for the Opera House. And why you didn't give up?

The last time, just a touch on the shoulder was enough to take you away from the stage. Without the sound of your voice echoing in the room, you heard the quiet laughs, and for the first time, you looked back at them, eyelids heavy—Viktor couldn't know if it was anger or just fatigue.

The competitors cleared their throats and looked away, removing in their place as you scanned their clothes, eyes lingering in familiar crests.

"Good luck in the audition, then," you said, walking away without looking at him, even though Viktor felt as if his gaze was so heavy at least you should have felt it.

But no. You didn’t look back, and Viktor forgot about you soon after; when he became Heimerdinger’s assistant, leaving behind the myriad of little jobs he took at the Academy for extra income, the Music Faculty lightning technician included.

Until now.

*~*~*~*

The Ventos family manor was flooded with people as richly decorated as the house itself, and Viktor pretended to ignore the glances they stole as the guests looked at him following Heimerdinger’s steps.

Viktor knew the Ventos clan was horrifyingly wealthy, with around half of all the airships belonging to some member of the family, but reading about it and looking at the proofs were two different things.

The hall was bigger than Viktor's apartment, with arches supporting a tall, vaulted ceiling incrusted with mosaics. All inside was a spotless white and a pale blue, taking the nickname "owners of the sky" too seriously to be considered funny.

Professor Heimerdinger was greeting the few people that crossed his way into scanning the room, looking for the host of the party, even though Viktor was the one carrying the gift box.

A man Viktor recognized as part of the Chemistry Faculty of Teachers stopped his travel midway to the wine fountain when he spotted the yordle. He exchanged a polite and short greeting to Viktor before pouring his attention to the Dean of the Academy, asking him if he would like to see some experiments he’d been working on.

Heimerdinger raised a hand. "Excuse me for a moment—Viktor? Oh, there you are. Could you please give this to the birthday celebrant? I don't want them to run away from the party unexpectedly without the gift! Thank you, thank you."

The yordle turned his back on him, engaging again in the conversation while Viktor stood a couple of steps away, frozen, with an expensive gift tucked inside his arm.

He sighed, tapping his fingers over the box as his eyes scanned the room. How was he supposed to know who was the host of the party? All rich people looked the same, with expensive clothes and too many decorations with gold, all of them holding cups of wine while engaging in business deals.

Viktor walked toward some butlers and maids that were carrying away the empty platters from the dessert table and replacing them with new ones. He didn’t want to ask a rich Piltie about who was the birthday's celebrant—much less give any of them a gift—but it was part of his job, he supposed.

It didn’t make it easier.

One of the servants told him a name he hadn’t heard before. Frowning in confusion, the servant stopped what he was doing to give him a detailed description of the youngest Ventos heiress.

The young man shrugged. “I haven’t seen the Young Mistress in a while, though. I don’t know where the she could be.”

A maid interrupted. "Miss Ventos should be on the green balcony," she blinked and signaled the west corner of the room. "It's the balcony filled with plants. If they aren't there, then she probably withdraw to her bedroom already."

Viktor nodded, thanking them. After a short pause, the servants replied with a doubtful, “it’s nothing, Sir” and he left them to fulfill their job not wanting them to be punished because of his incompetence.

It wasn’t that late, perhaps 10 PM or something around that hour. If this person was already in bed—how old they were? Suddenly, his stomach twisted thinking about a spoiled child. What if she didn’t like the gift? What if she didn’t accept it because maybe she didn’t like him? Would he be in trouble?

The green balcony was obscured by thick potted flowers and little palms, only a narrow passage connected it to the marble rail that had a spectacular view of the city.

Viktor froze when he didn't see anyone in there. Should he return the gift with Heimerdinger? Or could he leave it with a servant?

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound, his eyes darting toward the sound's source.

He recognized you right away, and Viktor felt a little embarrassed by it. You looked older—around four years had passed since the last audition you tried to join—but your clothes were very similar, contrasting with the pale blue and shining white in dark tones of purple and blue.

“Who are you?” you said, frowning. He felt your eyes sweeping his outfit—the Academy uniform—and your stiff posture, half-hidden behind a rosebush, seemed to relax.

Viktor blinked, and you blinked back, arching your brows.

“Ah! Right. I’m Heimerdinger— I mean, I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant.” He locked his cane’s handle in the crook of his elbow to take the box gift in his both hands, arms extended toward you. “He wanted me to deliver this gift. But I don’t, eh, I don’t know who the host is. By any chance… could you help me?”

You smiled then, a little tug of your lips as you took the gift box between your hands.

“Sure. Please tell Professor Heimerdinger my gratitude.”

“You’re the birthday celebrant?��

"That's right," you paused, shaking the box a little. It sounded metallic, and it was a little heavy. "Please sit down, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking around."

You signaled at one marble bench built on one side of the balcony, next to where you were sitting, a glass of wine half-empty that you shoved away.

"You know you're hard to find," Viktor said, feeling the cold rock against his legs. He shivered a little, trying to be subtle about it. Then, he realized the words that slipped out of his mouth. "I apologi—"

“No need. You’re right, anyway.” You opened the box, putting aside the protective cloth to reveal a music box. When you pressed the button, the little shell opened, showing a little doll dressed in a deep blueish-greenish dress going in circles around a wooden stage.

Behind her, the scenery moved, showing an Ionian forest. You chuckled, moving one of your feet at the rhythm of the melody repeating inside the toy. Fingers hovering in the air as if you wanted to touch the little doll but wouldn’t dare to.

For a moment, he thought you looked cute.

“I knew Professor Heimerdinger still makes the best music boxes,” you muttered, and Viktor heard it for he was listening carefully.

“Do you know Professor Heimerdinger?” Closely, he wanted to add, but you seemed to understand his inner meaning.

“Yes. He was friends with my mom. Well—he helped her to pursue her career as an opera singer.”

Viktor smiled a bit. He finally understood that you wanted to enroll in the Music Faculty.

You jumped when someone called your name—a male voice.

"Shit," you whispered, and Viktor got surprised to hear you curse. Hurriedly, you took the music box under the bench, where the bushes hide it well enough. Your hands tried to accommodate your hair that had been disturbed by some branches as you stood up. "Enjoy the party for me—oh! That's right. What's your name?"

“My name?” You nodded, smiling warmly. “I’m Viktor.”

You extended your hand toward him. “A pleasure to make you my acquaintance, Viktor. I hope you enjoy the night.”

He frowned. "Are you leaving? No, wait. Where you hiding here?”

You beamed. "You're smart. Yes, I was. You see, when you reach a certain age your parents just organize these kinds of parties to shove suitors at your face each half an hour or so. I needed a break."

“Oh. You don’t seem fond of the attention.”

"I'm not. People still can't get over the fact about my mixed upbringing." You took off the shawl that was covering your shoulders, and let it fall on his lap. Viktor was still shivering slightly, the air of the night getting colder as time passed.

He wanted to ask what you were referring to, but you interrupted him:

“If you’re going to stay here, wear it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“But—” You shook your hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the gift, Viktor. It’s the best I’ve been given in a long time. Thank Heimerdinger too, please.”

Viktor nodded and you said your farewell just as the same male voice entered the balcony.

You encountered him midway, dragging him away from Viktor.

“Yes, Father?”

The man sounded angry. Viktor could hear the disdain in Erik Ventos’ voice even from he was sitting, back hunched forward so he could hide better.

“Were you talking with someone?”

You laughed. “Oh, dear Father. Don’t tell me you have too much to drink again. Or it’s that you just like to nag at me?”

“Don’t try to act cocky. You left Yael from house Kiram all alone an hour ago!" Viktor heard your father whispering at you, a voice full of poison. "Is this how you pay for everything I've done for you? You're just an ungrateful brat."

Viktor closed his eyes while listening to that. His parents never talked to him that way, he couldn’t believe that some people would treat their own family in such manners.

“If you want me to marry him so badly, then go make the deal yourself,” you spitted out back, shoving him aside and walking away.

Erik Ventos followed you, stomping like a wild animal, the noise getting further away until all that was left was the crickets singing on the lonely balcony. His hands were tangled in your shawl, thinking that he was going to stay there a little longer, childishly hoping you would come back.

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