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vacantfields · 3 months

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So... Here it is (:

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Your hands were shaking around the backpack you were holding. It contained gifts for the two animatronics you cared so much about, the ones you hurt.

You wanted to apologize to them for your behavior; it wasn't right of you to avoid them in the way that you did just due to their new looks.

Sun's heartbroken expression jumps into your mind, and you frown, softly sighing as you look down at the bag; the flap of it is open. The bag held arts and crafts supplies and those glow-in-the-dark stickers Moon had mentioned once or twice. Hopefully, if the boys saw this, they would hear you out.

Once you moved to the Daycare doors, you stood half-frozen in panic. It shouldn't be an issue coming here to the place now, as the kids wouldn't have gotten in yet. You groan to yourself, gently resting your forehead against the big wooden doors to the daycare. If they don't accept your apology, you'll lose the best friends you have ever had. Raising your head from the door, you grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open ever so slowly; it creaked quietly, but before you stepped in, you could hear the two jesters talking.

"... I really thought they would like the new looks, Moon..." Sun sounded so sad, and it seemed like this talk had been happening for a while.

Moon hummed in response before answering. "I think they do, Sunshine. I think they were just... Surprised?"

Sun let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah? Because we are so surprising to see?" Then, someone gets playfully pushed due to the bells jingling that could be heard. After a short silence, you could hear their laughter through the door you were hiding behind and more pushing around.

You suppose you caught the end of the conversation, so as you could hear the soft jingling of bells and soft laughter and giggles, you pushed the door open further and walked into the daycare, the bag tightly in your hands.

The laughter and playfighting stopped immediately, and eyes snapped to your wildly shaking form. You thank yourself quietly for wearing your cap and oversized jacket so you could hide a little. It was quiet but somehow loud for what felt like eons.

Then, Sun finally spoke; god bless that guy. "Star? I thought you weren't coming back?" He sounded so careful that if he spoke any faster, he would scare you off. Moon remained quiet, you noticed. You stood there for a bit, taking some deep breaths, and then you heard more jingling, meaning they both jumped down from where they sat. The jingling of bells stopped, and you finally looked up and saw Sun in front of you on his knees, so he wasn't too terribly tall. He had a small but careful smile on his lips. Since he was this close, you could finally take all the details in his skin. He looked so soft, and his eyes looked so bright and friendly.

"Starlight...?" Sun said softly, with a frown, as he moved his large hand up and carefully wiped a tear away from under your eye with his thumb, cupping your cheek with the rest of his hand. You hadn't noticed you had begun crying. Your blurry eyes went to Moon, who loomed over Sun's shoulder from behind; even he looked worried.

"Ah, sorry! Sorry..." You quickly spoke as you sniffled and flinched a bit from Sun's soft touch, but he kept you steady, his free hand resting on your arm. "Star..." Sun tried, but you held a hand up, so he paused. Moon watched you cautiously, his hands at his sides. "I'm... I'm sorry for the way I acted and the way I treated you guys. I’m so so so sorry." You tried to hold your voice steady as you looked at both jesters.

Sun's rays peeked out through his curly locks and gave a weak spin, a sweet smile on his lips. "Oh, daydream... Beloved little sunflower." he sounded so fond, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You smiled, although a bit awkwardly, but you leaned into Sun's hand that still rested on your cheek. You glanced at Moon, who let out the loudest dramatic sigh, his head tilted back and his long black hair hanging behind him as he lowered himself onto his knees, looking at you sternly for a bit, his red eyes narrowed.

You watched him with widened eyes before Moon moved his hand over his claws, sheathed, and cupped your other cheek. "You should have apologized sooner, Star." You weakly nod as both Daycare attendants cup each side of your face.

"I’m really sorry... I brought you two some gifts in hopes of making it up to you or at least just a tiny bit..." You softly muttered, then held up the bag, to which Moon removed his hand from your face and gently pried the bag out of your grip so gently that you barely noticed Sun's rays spinning slowly. Moon gently sat back, using both hands to open the bag; you and Sun watched as Moon's expression changed from sad to excited. The soft grin that appeared on your lips when Moon's eyes widened as he held up the small bag of glow-in-the-dark star stickers was so worth the hours of driving around to get them worth it.

He looked to Sun and shook the bag of stickers like an excited kid on Christmas. "Sunny! Sunny!" Moon said with the happiest grin, and Sun's rays spun faster, and a happy giggle escaped his lips. "I see them, Moonlight, I see them!"

Even you let out a small laugh; the moment was warm and tender as you and Sun watched Moon stand up, the bag of stickers tightly in his clawed, excited grip. "I will be right back. I have to put them in our room!" He said with such excitement neither you nor Sun could stop him, not that you wanted to. You watched him attach their aerial wire and fly so quickly that he almost tripped onto the small stage that sat high up on the wall.

When Moon disappeared behind the curtains, your eyes returned to Sun, who was rummaging through the bag to see his gift; it was different colored paper, pencils, and even some paints. You could see his rays spin slowly, a content whirr from his fans as he put them down carefully and turned back to you, who was still standing there.

When Sun didn't speak, you opened your mouth for some reason.

"Its... Kinda funny that even after hours, you're both still dressed in your silly jester costumes." Your face flushed, and you let out a weak chuckle. Sun smiled at that. "Hm... Well, we have been a bit out of the loop due to someone!" He sing-sung to you with a teasing grin, to which you frowned. Sun chuckled at your expression as he sat back on his heels, his hands resting on his thighs. "Thank you for the gifts, Star, but you really didn't have to, you know?" He hummed as a soft grin stayed on his lips. "I know you think we deserve everything, but we just wanted our best friend." Your face once again turned red with how fast it flushed at his soft voice.

Sun raised his large hand and gently pat your hip with a slight grin before he stood up at his full height again, the bag of his gifts in his free hand as the other traveled up to your chin, his knuckle hitched under it and tilted your head up; you looked at him curiously then he sent you a wink and a smile as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before looking down at you again.

"Are you going to stay for a slumber party then?"

"I don't... I didn't pack any clothes or items I need to do that, though?" You said, flustered, your voice no longer steady as you watched him with widened eyes.

"Hmm..." Sun moved his hand from under your chin to tap his own with a finger. "Well, clothes... You just need something to sleep in, right? You can borrow one of Moon and I's if you want to," He said with a smile. "As for... items as you say, I'm sure I can find a toothbrush or something in the gift store! And for a bed... Well, you can lay right in between us." He said with a huge grin.

You needed to get away from this teasing, giant android right now. "Moonie?" You called out, to which Moon responded by standing out on the small stage high up on the daycare wall. "Yes, Moonbeam?" he called back with a smile.

"Sunny is trying to make me stay over!"

Moon reattached his wire and lowered himself down to you and Sun. "Ohh.. But what if I also want you to stay?"

"What? You know I can't stay-" You began frantic and flustered.

Moon stood next to Sun. Both of the androids looked down at you, almost pleading.

"Guys! The rules say I can't stay-" You got cut off by Moon, who put a hand on your head to take the cap off your head and put it on his own. "You and I know those rules are not rules anymore, dear Star." He hummed, and Sun nodded. "It's a true daydream! They changed it! So you could totally stay here with Moon and me for the night!" Sun spoke excitedly in his voice, his rays doing a spin and his hands clapping.

You were blushing so hard you felt like you were going to faint. Being alone with the jesters at night would be different now that they look like... well, for a lack of better words. Hot.

They were both 8’5, so double your height, basically; they were built toned, with broad shoulders and chests, a slim waist, and arms and legs that looked toned. They looked like models of some sort for a more risky line of clothing.

Your thoughts ran in circles about the idea of them being models, but you snapped out of it when you heard Moon snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"Hey, Moon to Star!" He said, but he sounded amused. "You have been staring at our chests for a long time." Oh, His grin looked dangerous, like he knew he had you in his claws now. You pouted up at Moon.

"Don't be mean. I just zoned out, and you two are so tall it's hard to look into your eyes!" you tried to defend, but Sun just snorted but managed to keep his laughter in as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Moon hummed with a smile. "I see. I suppose that's fair, little stargazer." he chuckled before putting his hands behind his back, his arms folded there as he tilted his head, his faceplate tilting a little as well. "But you should stay the night."

Sun nodded his head quickly to that. "Yes! You must stay! Please, Starlight?" He put his hands together in a plea.

You watched the two for a long while, keeping them in suspense, but then you sighed and nodded. "Alright. I will stay."

They both jumped up excitedly and even high-fived, which made you giggle.

Oh, these two made your heart pound. You watched Sun and Moon fondly as they excitedly started to plan the slumber party. A tender smile on your lips.

Things were okay.

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Part 2

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manicrouge · 4 months

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John Price and your hobbies

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 823

I can imagine that Price is one of those people who just embrace everything that you love- why? Because he loves you of course! He loves to see you happy and he knows well that embracing your interests is the easiest way to your heart; all you have ever wanted is someone who likes what you do and he makes it his mission to fulfil that desire.

You're trying out a new recipe while baking sweets? Best believe he will be there helping you taste test every single flavour you make, and when you ask for his honesty, he will give you it. But he will say so softly, he won't try and ruin what you've made, not at all!

Think that needs a little more sugar, love.

Or, when you take up the hobby of writing, he will sit there in the living room, reading quietly while you're curled next to him with your head resting on his lap with your laptop open on the draft you printed just for him to read. And he will read it; he knows how much work you've been putting into what you're writing and he has a genuine admiration for anything you put your mind to. He thinks you're one of the smartest people he has ever met!

I don't know if it's good enough.

Seems pretty fuckin' good to me, sweetheart. My pretty talented girl, eh?

And when he's out on missions, he keeps drafts of what you've written on him for whenever he gets a moment of rest. Being unable to have contact with you for a while is brutal, though, he knows you're always with him in the words you have poured your heart into. You live through your art and your art lives through the articulation of you.

Not to mention when you decide to open a small business, nothing big, to sell art prints and stickers of your drawings... oh my goodness, this man cannot get enough of your creativity. To see you making art so freely and producing it for him to keep is a blessing. You make a new sticker? He'd buy you out of stock just to see you smile (also for his equipment back at the base... he's comfortable enough to rock your dainty flower stickers on the hilt of his knifes).

The fuck is that, Cap'n?

My girl made it, you want one for your throwin' knife?

And when you take up gaming with some of your friends, he'll sit on the sofa, sometimes having you sitting on his lap as you sit with a headset on your head, looking at the TV. It's some shooting game they persuaded you to try, and he sits with an amused look on his face, watching you kill the enemy, the occasional scoff or squeal of frustration escaping you when you get shot.

And when it comes to gun customisation on the game?

He has got you covered!!

Wouldn't it just be better if you could put a suppressor on a shotgun though... like, imagine how effective that would be.

You're overly passionate about this, love.

Yeah, well, you are underly passionate about this and this is something you do for work.

You will have the best gun in the game, and you'll sit with him even when your friends aren't online, listening to him giving you orders while playing- in true Captain fashion, of course. And, he even goes as far as buying an extra controller so he can play the game with you (also to beat you; the pair of you have a competitive streak and he isn't beyond using his expertise to frustrate you).

His heart especially melts when you seek interest in his hobbies and what he likes to do during his time off work. Even if you're not fond of his music, while he's away, you will walk around the house while cleaning with Led Zeppelin and Slipknot at full blast.

You been listenin' to my playlist while I've been gone?

Might've; I want more recommendations.

His eyes light up whenever he hears you humming a familiar tune whenever you're cooking or writing- doing anything, and he'll take a moment to just stand there and observe you with a smile on his face.

And you also both have an agreement with one another that, when he's away, you can with the TV shows the pair of you started together, although, you never do. If you ever want to, you'd rather watch the last episode the pair of you watch over and over again before ever thinking of committing such a crime.

It's the small things in your relationship, even living in the absence of one another that make everything so special, and the intimacy of something as little as interest is the one thing that has the pair of you falling head over heels for all each other over and over again <3

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#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #john price x reader #john price x you #i am blushing so hard right now and i wrote it #someone find me this man immediately #captain john price #captain price #john price #price cod

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hanelizabeth · 3 months

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i feel blessed to have been accepted into this community and fandom so quickly, as someone who read her first shadowhunter book over 6 years ago it’s been amazing connecting with others who have the same passion for the books!

the love i have received on my illustrations so far literally brings me to tears - i can’t thank each and every one of you enough! it’s been a dream combining my everyday job with my love for tsc 💛 please keep sending me requests - it’s so lovely reading what you want to see and what i can create! (if we can get @cassandraclare to see them too, now that would be insane!🤯)

finally, some exciting news, i’ve opened a redbubble shop where you can find lots of my designs to buy as stickers and pinbadges! i’ll also keep updating this as i create more pieces.

thank you eternally,

your shadowhunter doodler,

hannah 🍌

#illustration #illustrator #fannart #fanart #redbubble #artists on tumblr #digital artist #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #tsc #cartoon #small artist #small business #stickers #pin badges #shop small

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shhh-secret-time · 30 days

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hello ^^, i saw your secret soulmate au about craig, i don't have the words to explain how much i giggled, twirled my hair and everything XD! well, when you have the time, could you do a craig x clyde x reader smut? of course, if you feel comfortable with it! reader can be female or gn. it's practically normal smut but just craig fucking the reader from behind and clyde from the front, so that's it! tysm for reading, i love your writing too! <33 -✨️ Anon (I'm still new to tumblr so i might get confused on some things sometimes!)

Completely understandable, I too am confused with how tumblr works and I've been on this godless site since fucking Dash Con. I'm glad you liked the way I wrote those dorks! And thank you for fueling my Clyde agenda!

Warning: NSFW, Strong-Language, Dirty Talk, Slight Sub/Dom dynamics, blow jobs, orgasm denial, threesome

Pairing: Clyde x Fem!Reader x Craig

The sweet air of the votives swirls around the empty church. Empty except for the dim orange and red light that illuminates the book in the man's hand.

A woman at his feet, clothed in fine silks. A mix of reds and whites that twine together. Beautiful patterns of stars flow across the dress.

She dips her head in prayer alongside the man. The father of the church glides his fingers across her cheek as her mouth closes. Reciting scriptures of one's devotion for an unseen God. Everything in that moment was peaceful.

The warmth in the Father's eyes doesn't go unnoticed, the greens darken with a desire that he knows better than to have. It's difficult to hide the growing ache in his pants. More so when the woman's lips curl into a mischief smile, the warm glow of the candles makes them shine with an otherworldly glow. She looks up at him and her eyes fall deep into those pools of lust. Her hands break apart from that folded prayer and onto his black dress pants. They card up further against his thighs where they settle and clutch the material.

"Father, bless me...", a whisper that makes the Father groan.

Temptation never looked so sweet. This woman made his chest pound. Unholy thoughts flood his mind and go straight to his-

You let out a loud groan. Your forehead drops and hits the table beside your keyboard. The forgotten mug with now cold tea rattles.

Writer’s block, the very bane of any author’s existence. It's been haunting you for weeks now, making it impossible to get anything done. You've been stuck on this part of your romance novel the entire time. A part you were so excited to get to!

The buildup was perfect! You had calculated, plotted, and carefully crafted a budding romance between a witch and a holy man. A forbidden romance that took place within the walls of the church, the furthest outside the walls it went were the gardens that surrounded the area. The two fell in love after he saved her from the townsfolk claiming sanctuary.

Inspiration struck you like lightning after you fell in love with your partners. After publishing a sci-fi series, that honestly changed the name of how science fiction would be written forever, you met two fans at a book signing event. You had made a surprise appearance at a local library in some little town called South Park. Coming from the big city yourself, it was a huge surprise that anyone in the little town would actually be a fan of yours.

Apparently, you had quite a few. A man with bright red hair who had a black-haired man following alongside him. Both gushed about how the story inspired some kind of board game they played with their friends. A sweet blond woman who had the cutest southern accent you've ever heard. She gave you a piece of fan mail that had the most adorable sticker on it. Another black-haired man who dressed as Spock for some reason. He went on for a solid thirty minutes about a fanfic he wrote regarding the main character of your book and Star Trek's very own Captain Kirk.

Finally came the oddest duo you had ever met. The two were like day and night, a cat and a dog, fire and ice; the whole nine yards. A bright smile with baby brown eyes on one, and an ice-cold deadpan look with amber eyes to match on the other. At first you thought the brown-haired one was your fan and the man with the blue hat was just along for the ride.

"Haha! No way! I'm not into that..." He paused as if to stop himself from saying something he shouldn't, "...kinda stuff."

"That kind of stuff?" You repeat back at him, raising a brow.

"He means reading. He doesn't know how." The other spoke putting a hand on top of his head. With a little push he forced the brown-haired man's head down.

You giggled at that. The protests coming from the poor man was comical. You almost felt sorry for him, watching him struggle to move the taller man's hand off.

"Then I take it I'm signing this book out to you?" With a click of your pen, you look up at him.

The NASA jacket on the bright blue sleeves of his jacket should have given it away honestly. There's was a small tinge of a blush on his tan cheeks, almost hidden under the skin tone but you were able to make it out under the light. He looked away for a moment before nodding at you.

"Yeah."

"Name?"

"His name is Craig! He's a huge fan of yours by the way! So, if you could write something sweet for him that'd be awesome!" His friend chirped at you as he broke free from Craig's grip.

Craig's face twisted, those piercing eyes of his narrowed down. Before he could reach and grab him, the brown-haired man slid behind your chair. Putting his hand on your chair, he bent down to your level and tapped the blank white page.

"As you can see my big guy has a baaaaaad case of resting bitch face."

"Clyde..." the warning that slipped out of Craig's mouth made a shiver roll down your spine. It was even directed at you, and you felt threatened.

"So, you gotta imagine my surprise when he came home smiling! I was shocked! He didn't even smile when we started going out!" Clyde ignored him, an attest to his bravery. Or foolishness. Either way he continued, leaning down next to your ear. "Your book made him so happy, so it makes me happy. Think you could do that for me? Because he'll never ask you to do it for him."

You look up at him for a while, not even bothered that he had gotten closer to your face as he spoke. The browns in his eyes flickered with mischief but there were layers of love behind them. Chocolate that seemed to melt into tiny hearts when he spoke about Craig. It was honestly sweet, even if he was trying to tease his partner.

"How can I say no to that? I'd love to." You smiled at him and began writing on the empty page.

Yeah, who would have thought that fate would tie you to those two like that. Falling in love with Craig and Clyde was nothing like what they wrote in books or movies. It was a tornado of events that landed you in the eye of it all.

Despite their polar opposite personalities and looks, the two worked off each other well. Then when you got thrown in the middle, you filled in a little spot they desperately needed.

Clyde was social enough for the three of you. He was the one who reminded you and Craig that you needed to get out of the house. When you lock yourself away in your office, he would drag you out with a fun date idea. Movie nights, football games, arcade dates, and his favorite late-night walks. Doing the same to Craig who always seemed buried in work.

Craig gave off such scary dog privilege that you and Clyde never felt threatened. You could take those late-night walks with Clyde because you knew nothing would touch you with Craig following close behind.

That was nice sure, but under that scary looking shell was a soft teddy bear of a man. While he wasn't vocal with affection like Clyde, he was observant. Craig remembered everything, everything about you and Clyde's interests. If he saw something you mentioned in passing it was yours. Clyde needed new shoelaces because the ones on his favorite pair of red shoes were tearing? There was a new pack waiting for him on the table. You complained about the shift key on your keyboard sticking too much? An adorable keyboard that looked like a typewriter was found on your desk the next morning.

Then there was you. You have no idea how these two survived this long without you. Truth be told they don't either. Craig and Clyde couldn't cook to save their lives. Their diet consisted of diner food and Chinese takeout. While their house was clean enough, laundry was never put away or folded. Clyde was horrible at putting his dirty laundry in the bin and Craig was too tired most nights to even make it to bed. The final straw was when you took a shower, and their only soap was 3 in 1.

Absolutely not.

So, when you moved in things changed. When Craig was at work, you would take Clyde grocery shopping. Slowly you started him on simple dishes, working with him until he was comfortable in the kitchen. What was surprising was that he took to it quickly. He was a natural and before you knew it, he was cooking things you had never heard of. He had gone as far as looking up Peruvian dishes, practicing with spices and techniques that had your mouth watering. When you asked how he learned to do all of this, he gave you the biggest grin and told you it was YouTube.

When Craig came home that night to Chupe de Camarones it was the closest to crying you've ever seen from him.

Clyde really stepped up after that, feeling a sense of pride in taking care of you two. Seeing as you worked just as hard as Craig did. Clyde proclaimed something about being more than happy to be a malewife.

In return Craig started taking better care of himself, actually starting to care about his health. He stopped staying up so late and made use of the giant bed. Clean sheets and blankets that felt good on his skin. Even better that you and Clyde would be in it waiting for him. Clyde long passed out on your chest, a bit of drool sliding down the side of his face and onto your shirt. Not that you seemed to care as you just continued to read next to the little bedside lamp. Only pausing when you felt Craig's presence in the doorway.

Craig's smiles were rare, little treats from the universe to you. Ones like these where he smiles with love in his eyes. Where he kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers, crawling into bed next to you. Arms wrapping around Clyde and with a hand settling on your hips. A silent squeeze lets you know it's time to put the book down and join him.

How can you say no to a smile like that?

Of course, not every day was perfect. Your relationship took time to hash out. It was different being with two individuals at the same time, but you made it work. The three of you were committed to one another.

Now if only you could commit to this fucking scene.

Your head’s little meet and greet with the table must have been louder than you thought because whatever Clyde was yelling about in the living room stopped. It was one of the rare weekends where Craig was home and off work. Choosing to spend it watching some show with Clyde, listening to the man ramble on about something.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you let out a scream when you finally lift your head and Clyde is right there beside you. His body bent over just like the day you met him. With his hand on the back of your chair and his face next to yours. Except instead of using, you as a shield from Craig, he's reading your computer screen.

While he doesn't understand what it takes to be an author, he sees the effect it has on you. Days like this where you take on the posture of a shrimp, forgetting to come out to eat.

His lips start pursed, but as he continues to scan over the screen they break out into a smirk. He covers his mouth in a fake surprise, a gasp with widened eyes.

"Babe! This is...scandalous! Spicy, naughty even! What are you doing writing something like this?" His dramatic act continues, forming some feign surprise.

"What are you doing using words with more than one syllable?" You shoot back with a little smirk.

It takes everything in your power not to laugh at the actual pout on his face. Try as you might, the giggles escape your lips, and it makes him smirk. He leans down and nuzzles his nose into your cheek.

"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me babe! I'm getting smarterer with you around!" You know he said that word wrong on purpose, just to get under your skin.

But he kisses you quiet before you can say anything. Holds your face in his hands so you can't pull away. You can taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, and the growing smile along with it.

"So, what's got you bashing your head into your desk baby? Craig and I heard a thump and got worried." He moves the kisses towards your forehead.

"Was it that loud?"

"Heard it over the tv." Craig's voice almost makes you leap out of your skin.

You bite your lip, looking down at the keyboard with a distant stare. The faded green and blue, spots where your fingers had smudged away the paint from typing so much.

"I'm just having trouble with this scene. I've been stuck on it for weeks now." You exhale softly.

Craig raises a brow and leans down on the other side of you. Both Clyde and Craig bent over to take a look at your screen. You're not sure why the fact both men reading your unfinished work makes you feel nervous, but it does. Or maybe it's the fact this is your first time writing a spicy scene like this.

"It's good. Never would have thought you'd go the Priest kink route." Craig says it so matter of fact, there's never hesitation in his voice. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him flustered, and even then, his tone is flat.

"I-I’m not into it! I just- you guys are only reading a snippet of my book! There's been a romance blossoming between the two the whole time!" You try to defend yourself, but it only makes Clyde's lips tug into a smirk.

The temptation to tease you was too great, it was being handed to him on a silver platter. Clyde leans up and walks next to Craig, leaning into his chest. The man wraps his arms around himself and lets out a dramatic sigh.

"A forbidden love! A tale as old as time! But what I wanna know babe-" Clyde stops and lets the tension build. It makes you glare at him as you turn in your office chair. "-is why the witch's descriptions are reaaaally close to mine."

"That's a woman Clyde! She's got short brown hair because it was cut off when she was running from the townsfolk! Brown eyes are common and beautiful! There's not enough representation for them!"

"Aaaaaand her dimples?" He points to his, the little spots in his cheeks that sink in when he smiles. "Plus, my eyes are totally beautiful."

"It's not you!"

"Oh, and the Father isn't Craig. Tan skin, black hair? You gave the Father green eyes but other than that, it fits Craig to a T." Craig actually nods along with what Clyde is saying. He's got his eyes closed as if this is some kind of philosophical debate.

"Are you serious right now Clyde?! This is why you two aren't allowed in my study!" Your face was burning now, hot and flushed from his teasing.

"What did I do?" Craig breaks the little fight with a simple question.

"Nodding your head along! You know what he's doing and you're encouraging it!"

"So, you took inspiration from your partners in your romance story. It's cute." He responds with a shrug. He looks down at Clyde who's still smugly leaning against his chest.

Your mouth falls open, you go to respond but nothing makes its way out. Your brows furrow. Arms crossed under your chest in a pout.

Had you unintentionally based your characters off your partners? Is that why the romance novel was easy to write up until this point?

Whatever the case may be here, you didn't like being called out. So, you do what you always do when they get like this, you turn in your chair and ignore them.

Usually this works, let's them know that you're not in the mood for their games. That you'd rather be left alone than entertain another minute of their shenanigans. But this time Clyde wasn't going to let you go. He grabs the back of your seat and wheels you back towards him and Craig.

"Baaaaabe don't pout. Look I'm sorry~." No, he's not. "But hey I've got an idea."

You let out a little huff, enough to where he knows you're not actually mad at him. If you were you would have picked your chair up and walked it back to your desk. Instead, you sit there and wait for him to continue.

"You're stuck on that scene, but I think you need a break. Sitting here and bashing your head against the table isn't going to fix that. Soooo..." He trails off, moving to stand in front of you.

His fingers glide across the side of your face, cupping your cheek so gently. Clyde guides your face up to look at him, behind that cocky smile of his he's got such love for you in his eyes. The way his thumb brushes across your cheek, making your heart flutter so slightly.

"What do you say Craig and I help you out a little babe?" Clyde guides your face up towards him. He presses his thumb against your lips just as his voice dips into that playful whisper.

You raise a brow at him in response. It's not until Craig puts his hand on your shoulders, that you piece together this wasn't just his idea. Thumbs pressed into your muscles working out the knots and tension. For such a hard worker, somehow Craig's hands always stay so soft. The worn-out oversized t-shirt you stole does little against his hands. The material is thin from how often it's been washed and worn.

His hands pull a soft moan from you, it feels too good to keep yourself silent. Clyde pushes his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, the digit presses down on your soft pink tongue. He all but purrs when watches you wrap your lips around it.

"See...let's work out some of that tension. We'll make you feel real good and give you a little inspiration." Clyde hums as he pulls his thumb out, smearing the saliva across your lips.

When he doesn't continue, you realize he's waiting for your confirmation. Waiting for you to agree to their little plan. But that doesn't stop Craig from bending down and placing a kiss on your cheek. He trails the kisses down to your jawline, using his nose to nudge your head to the side. Lulling your head to the side, you gave into the feeling. Craig's lips move to capture the exposed skin. You can feel just how eager he is from the way the kisses turn to nips then to full on bites. His teeth sinking into the soft parts of your flesh pulling another sharp gasp from you.

"Come on honey. Let us take care of you." After he's done leaving small love bites on your neck, Craig moves to your ear nipping the shell.

"Y-yeah that sounds...that sounds good." You move your hands up towards Craig, running your fingers through his hair. One of the rare moments he's not sporting his blue hat. "I could use a little break..."

"That's our girl." Clyde's praise goes straight to your core. He lifts you up from your office chair, hands cupping the back of your thighs for support. They give your thighs a little squeeze, digging his fingertips into your flesh.

Craig moves out of his way and goes to push your office chair back towards your desk. Clyde chuckles softly seeing the confused look on your face. Instead of protesting you wrap your arms around the brunette lazily throwing your arms around his neck.

"We're supposed to be relaxing, we're gonna get nice and comfy on the couch." He drops you down on the couch, making you bounce a bit. He laughs when you let out a gasp of surprise.

"You ass." Your grumbles fall on deaf ears. Clyde just runs his fingers through your hair and gives it a harsh tug. It makes you cry out, craning your neck up towards him.

"Sweetheart, that's not very nice. You're being a brat right now." He tuts, feigning disappointment.

"You dropped me on the-" You suck in another cry when he tugs your head to the side, that firm grip on your roots sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hm? You were saying something? I did what?"

Clyde's smug little smirk made your blood boil. But his fingers in your hair felt too good to protest further. Especially when he switched between tugging and massaging his fingertips into your scalp. You watched his eyes flicker from yours to behind you. Before you could turn around to get a glimpse of what he was staring at, Craig's hands slid down your back.

Gently, much more than Clyde, he pushes you down towards Clyde. His other hand comes down to grab your ankle, pulling your leg back towards him. Once your knee is tucked against the couch, he does the same to the other leg.

If your face wasn't burning up before it certainly is now. Just as you go to hold yourself up with your hands, Clyde removes his hand from your hair and takes you by the wrist. Guiding you up towards him, he places them on the hems of his sweatpants. The grey university sweatpants do little to hide his hardening cock, you watch it twitch against the fabric.

"This is about where you left off right? She was about to take the Father's cock out of his pants?" Clyde says watching as you slowly pull his sweatpants down. He lets out a low chuckle that turns into a moan when you slip your fingers around his cock. "That's it, now keep your eyes on me baby."

There's a moment of hesitation as you bring the tip closer to your mouth. The bright red tip glides across your plump lips begging for you to open. His hand returns to your hair, smoothing down your locks from his earlier manhandling.

The gentle touch makes you look up towards him, just like he requested. There really was something so intimate about those chocolate brown eyes of his. Past that smirk and layers of darkened lust, there was devotion. The feeling of your hands on him alone made him weak in the knees. You put that to the test, pressing just a little kiss on the tip. Dabbing your tongue against his leaking member. Just from that alone he's letting out the prettiest moans.

"Sh-shit, c’mon don't tease me." That cocky attitude of his melts. You almost laugh at how easy it is to break him down. He was puddy in your hands.

With a little hum you move your hand up and down his shaft, creating enough friction to make him buck his hips towards you. He nudges his cock further into your mouth, pushing past your lips. The underside of his cock glides down against your tongue, smearing the pre-cum along with it.

So caught up in your little game, you almost forgot about Craig behind you. Almost. It's hard to forget him when he's got his hands all over you. Large palms cupping any exposed skin. Craig takes his time exploring every curve he can get ahold of. His nose nuzzled into the back of your head. His breath tickling the shell of your ear. Just the sight of your mouth around Clyde's member alone is enough to make him growl.

Neither men are patient when it comes to you. Craig shoves whatever is left of your pajamas down and off you, he doesn't bother with your shirt as it'll pull you away from your lover. Instead, he decides it'll make the perfect handle. He bunches it up until it collects at the collar. His hands grip the shirt and tug it backwards, making your hips rock back into him.

Somewhere along the way he stripped away his pants. The barrier between the both of you was the thin material of your underwear and his dark blue boxers. While Craig wasn't as vocal as Clyde was, with his teasing and little whimpers, he could be just as unfair if not more.

Grinding against your cunt slowly, grabbing and groping at your ass the entire time. He digs his nails into your skin, leaving little crescent moons. Craig rewards good behavior not with sweet words, but by giving you what you so desperately want.

He waits until you've got all of Clyde's cock in your mouth before he finally shoves your underwear down. It makes it to your knees before he just decides to leave them there. Too many times he got impatient and just ripped them off, and too many times you scolded him for it.

The hand in your hair pulls you back from his cock. Clyde moves your head back just enough to where only the tip remains, then slowly he brings you back down. Pushing you all the way down his length until your nose hits his stomach. You watch as his muscles flex under his skin like he's trying to resist letting his head lull back. He needs so badly to keep his eyes on yours, loving the attention you're giving him.

"Your mouth feels so good." He whines when he reaches the back of your throat. You gag around him, and it pulls another whimper from him.

Your hand slides down his thighs, using it to hold you up. The other hand is still being held by Clyde's grip. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding it up near his shoulder. Craig waits until Clyde rocks you back again, using the momentum to slip inside your wet folds. A pleased hum rumbles from his chest. You can feel it from how he's pressing his entire body against yours.

Just as slowly as Clyde moves your head, Craig pushes further into your cunt. The two find a slow and steady rhythm with one another. When Craig snaps his hips against you, it pushes Clyde's cock further down your throat. Your moans vibrating around him causing him to moan loudly in return. Clyde's whimpers and whines get louder when you dig your nails into his thighs. In return the grip on your hair is tightened. Creating this delicious cycle of pleasure.

"Baby, please. I wanna fuck your throat. You gonna let me? I need it so bad, please." Clyde's begging spurs something in you. Gives you the feeling of control even if you’re physically stuck between the two. From the beads of sweat that trail down his body and the way his body is shaking, you know he's at his limit.

You're able to pull back just enough, his cock springs up with a little bounce. Craig slows down just enough to let you talk, but you can tell he's not happy about it. The way his grip on your shirt tightens, you're sure he'll rip it soon.

"If I snap my fingers, you stop, okay?" You say giving him the okay. He caresses your face and presses a kiss onto your face, letting you know he understands the boundaries you've set.

At first, he's careful when he pushes his cock back into your mouth. You reward him with a swirl of your tongue, rubbing against the veins that are popping out.

"He's so needy." Craig huffs as he leans back up. The assault on your neck stops, but he's left it covered in bright red and purple marks. No amount of makeup will cover up what he's done.

You don't need to see him to know that he's smirking at it. Taking pride in the fact that he's marked you up. Or the pride making Clyde blush from his comment. Craig's hips snap back into you, the force much sharper than his previous lazy thrusts. They're calculated, each time he pushes deep inside you he hits that spot that has you seeing stars. Clyde's hips take up the same pace, shoving his cock into the back of your throat.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. Moans turn to muffled cries, yet everything feels too good to stop. They're rough paced fucking brings your mind to a haze. All you can focus on is feeling good and making them feel good.

Craig's close, you can tell from the way he starts to lose rhythm. He's having a harder time controlling those grunts and growls. A hard time not leaving bruises on your skin from how rough he's holding onto you. He's long since let your shirt go, instead grabbing onto the back of the couch. But he waits until he feels that familiar clench around his cock. The way your walls clamp down around him as you cum. The only warning being the high-pitched muffled moan that gets swallowed by Clyde.

His hips slam into you one more time before he pulls out. Grabbing the base of his cock, he shoots that hot thick load onto your back. Heavy amounts of cum drip down your spine making you whine and shiver. Clyde can't take his eyes off the way his partner paints your backside. It makes a trail of drool slip down his chin.

The poor man can't do it anymore, he can't stop his eyes from rolling up to the back of his head. Not when your moans vibrate up him and your throat tightens from choking on him. He needs this release.

"I'm gonna cum baby. Please, let me cum. Let me cum in your mouth." Clyde all but cries in between panting. His begging dissolves into your name and the word please over and over again.

His flickering eyes catch yours again. It's when you give him a little wink and a hum, his cock violently twitches and cum spills from his tip. His cum is sweeter than normal, it makes it easier to swallow.

Slowly he pulls out of your mouth with one final whimper. It isn't until Craig swipes his thumb over his cheek that you realize he had tears streaming down them. Clyde presses his cheek into Craig's hand and lets out a pleased sigh. Once he knows Clyde is okay, Craig stands up and goes to get a towel to help clean your back. He does the same to your face, swiping away the left-over tears.

"Feeling better?" Clyde asks as he helps pull your underwear up. "Nice and relaxed?"

You nod and rest your head against his chest. "You've got good ideas sometimes."

"I've got wrinkles on my brain." He smirks to himself, taking your little praise miles.

Craig comes back after tossing the towel in the dirty laundry with a large blanket. He throws it over both of you before climbing in next to you. He lays his head down on Clyde's and grabs the tv remote.

"Kitchen Nightmare or Hell’s Kitchen?"

"Kitchen Nightmares! I need some petty British accents after my orgasm denial!"

You scrunch up your nose at Clyde’s comment. Almost wanting to pull back. "Smooth brain behavior."

"Smooth brain behavior." Craig chimes in.

The three of you relax into the couch, almost ready for the group nap that comes with the afterglow of love making. That is until inspiration strikes you again. Your eyes light up and you go to wiggle out of their hold. But Craig's arms are faster, they keep you firm against his chest. Clyde's hands come down a moment later, cupping your hips.

"Nope. You're staying right here."

"Guys! No! I just figured out how I'm gonna get that chapter finished! You gotta let me go! I gotta do it!" Your pleads are wasted, like they're not even heard.

"No. You're warm and I'm tired."

"That's not my fault or my problem."

"I'm making it your problem. Sit still."

"You know Tucker bear isn't going to let go. You're fighting a losing battle babe." Craig at least has the decency to let Clyde finish before pinching him. You know Clyde's nickname for him makes him grumpy. His little yelp makes you giggle.

"Fine....at least until you fall asleep."

"Look if you think you can get out of his hold, then be my guest. You earned it at that point." Clyde's smirk returns. He throws his leg over yours and tucks it in between Craig's knees.

"Fuck you." Your eyes narrow up at him. He's not as slick as he thinks he is, trying to cage you in with a sleepy Craig.

"Again? So soon. You're insatiable babe. Let us recover first." Clyde presses a kiss into the top of your head, pulling back before you can headbutt him.

His hand guides your head back down onto his chest and he just chuckles. It doesn't take long before Craig is passed out with his head nuzzled into the curve of your waist. Holding you like a teddy bear against his chest. Clyde's smile grows when he sees you trying to fight off sleep. But it eventually takes you and you lose the battle. He turns the tv down just a bit, deciding to join the both of you.

That chapter can wait another day.

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ceilingfan5 · 4 months

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If you're still looking for an object + emotion prompt, "holographic vampire sticker" + "I am looking Respectfully???" for Taakitz pls?

“Hey, sick stickers,” the barista that Kravitz has been dreaming about like some kind of avenging angel whispers, cleaning tables conspicuously close to Kravitz’s set up in the cafe.

He can’t help it. He jumps, embarrassing himself properly when he bumps his coffee and it slorshes unto the table. He scrambles to save his piles and suffocating piles of papers, and barista-angel, Taako, if his nametag can be trusted, which is doubtful, comes to the rescue.

“Man,” he laughs. “Why didn’t you have the lid on?”

Kravitz sweats.

“Is that why you have whipped cream on your nose?”

Kravitz imagines leaving the country.

“Um,” he manages. “Hello.” It isn’t as suave as he hoped. Like if suave got ran over, frozen, put in a blender, and transmitted via am radio in that order. You can hear the texture, and it’s really…something. “What?”

‘Taako’, probably, laughs, a goofy, musical sort of thing that makes Kravitz’s guts squeeze like some sort of non-FDA approved “medical” “equipment”.

“You good, dude? You want to start over?”

“Yes!” Kravitz wants to disappear completely, but this angel is not, apparently, an angel of mercy. “Hi. Hello. Thank you for liking- I’m- they’re good stickers, yeah.”

“I like the vampire one.” He leans over and his floppy frilly shirt with the crazy sleeves for baristaing falls open over his apron, and Kravitz can see all the way to his navel. He can’t look away. He’s looking respectfully, please, please, please, he promises.

“The, uh, the, holographic- I’m sorry, I promise I can sound like an adult man in control of himself, can I-” Kravitz takes a breath. “Yeah, they’re good, do you like vampires?”

“Hell yeah.” Taako grins, and shoots up (noooo, don’t go, Kravitz was catching a glint of a happy trail on his tummy and having Church Sanctioned Thoughts For Sure.) He throws an arm out and pretends to hide behind a cape. “Bleehhhh, I vant to suck your dick!”

Two paths diverge in front of Kravitz. There’s a breezy, sun-dappled path called Oh yeah? The feeling is mutual, stud, what time do you get off? Because if you want to get off, I’m your guy.

The other is a steep downhill bear infested boulder plinko, called flipping his coat out like a cape, adopting the thickest dracula he can, and making a horrid face, firing right back at his blessed saint Taako, if that is his real name, “You thought I vas arousink you for horny reasons, but now all your blood is in your dick! I’ve got you now, ah- ah- ah- ah!”

Guess which path Kravitz careened down like his life depended on it. Guess. Guess.

But Taako doubles over laughing, knocking Kravitz’s nearest stack of books down. Oh no.

“Ah- I’ve-” but Taako’s already grabbing Kravitz’s erotica research off the floor, and his eyebrows go Way Up.

“Lookin’ up new methods?” he teases.

“Writing original fictions,” Kravitz says, dying a thousand days. Maybe two thousand. And a half.

“Fuck yeah, that sounds rad. Not vampire erotica, is it?” Taako looks interested. Taako looks interested??

“Not this one, but my last one, yes? Yeah? Do you- are you. Interested in vampire erotica? I have a copy in my bag, I could even sign it for you-”

“Mmmmm,” Taako grins. He grabs Kravitz’s pen and scrawls a phone number right on top of his notes. He crosses his sevens. That’s so hot of him. “I’m illiterate. How about you dramatize it for me.”

“I can do that,” Kravitz manages, swallowing thickly. “I can do that. I, hey, you’ll be an expert in the plot when you walk away.”

“Sweet,” Taako winks, turning and heading back to work. “I’m really into plot.”

Kravitz sits there, stunned. He wonders if Taako’s serious, or if he’s just been fucked with. He wonders if he asks real nice, he can go ask for more whipped cream, cause his is gone, gone, gone like a freight train, or maybe a goofy sugar-crafted train like you’d ride to Candyland. Is there good infrastructure in Candyland? What’s their taxation like? Surely not great, right? It is a monarchy-

And then Taako jump-turns, stanced, and lifts his apron for one more “BLEHHHHHHHH!”

And Kravitz knows he’s got a chance.

#taz #taakitz #for real #taakitz fic #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #tazb #taz balance #didja miss me.

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linxuelian · 23 days

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Anime Fest Plus 2024 Convention Experience Log - With Photos!

Hi, hello! As I've recently (as of this post, yesterday morning) attended Anime Fest+ 2024 at Tropicana Gardens Mall, Petaling Jaya, Malaysia, I've decided to write an experience log about my day there! While I will be posting a few different cosplays here, since my blog is currently primarily about MDZS, TGCF and SVSSS at the moment, most of the cosplays I'll be sharing will be from these three titles. To add to the fun, I'll also have commentaries on them!

To preface, the largest anime convention in Malaysia is Comic Fiesta, an annual mecca with 70,000 attendees as of the year 2023. Anime, games and comics are popular in this country, so there are smaller cons dotted throughout the months.

Anyway, the crowd wasn't as large as Comic Fiesta. As the structure of Tropicana Gardens Mall is rather narrow, you'd technically have to file through in two to three lines to be able to walk in and out of the place.

The exhibition hall at the fourth floor hosted all performances as well as cosplay booths. You'd have to ride one of the two escalators up to the hall - plebs without a ticket are doomed to be stranded at the bottom of said escalators, unable to sop up the merriment held exclusively above.

Here are some pics though, just in case you were a pleb that day, or just didn't attend the event:

Main hall programs and booths featured mostly Hololive and sexy pretty girl cosplayers and figurines, given the regular, expected fare when it comes to the anime consuming demographic (yes, I'm calling you out, my anime-watching brothers). I didn't take pictures of the doujinshi market out of respect for the art sellers there, but I did buy a beautiful print and got some lovely free stickers from that ONE vendor who sold BL stuff among the throngs of moe girls/Genshin Impact.

Yes, there was only one stall. But that one vendor made my day! Bless your heart, sister!

Now, I'll move on to the highlight - the cosplays. Nothing fills my heart with more joy than seeing happy people wearing colorful costumes and having a blast just being part of the convention scene. To be honest, it's so common to be wearing cosplay outfits nowadays that folk don't even notice you when you're dressed up - and I say this from experience; nobody noticed at all that I was in costume (or they were far too polite to laugh at how shitty I looked LOL, I didn't even dare take pics of myself). These events usually become scavenger hunts for me, to identify the ones from series I know or my tribe (fellow MXTX fans aha!).

First up is an oldie that's a goldie - Mr. Spock from Star Trek (credit: FaceBook user Yasuhiro Orihusay):

Honestly, I did NOT expect to find any Star Trek cosplays there. My dad's a Trekkie, so this was one of the first pics I sent him at the con itself. Live long and prosper, Mr. Spock!

Next, a furry OC:

I wasn't able to get their social media account as they were waiting in line for an autograph by a cosplayer, so unfortunately I'm unable to credit here.

Furries are currently still a new thing in Malaysia - but I'm glad to see them appearing more frequently at our cons, since they do diversify our pop culture scene quite a bit. Furs Upon Malaysia (FURUM) is held annually in Kuala Lumpur. The tickets are always sold out within an hour, so it's definitely growing and also contributing to tourism (Indonesian and Singaporean furries gather there too).

Also, they're fluffy. I love fluffy things. Much thanks, furry fandom, for being fluffy!

Moving on, here's a group cosplay of Jojo's Bizzare Adventure's Six Pistols (Mista from Golden Wind's Stands, if you're wondering which season it's from):

Vibrant and very spot on! I was unable to get their social media account due to the crowd and disorientation on my part. Do try to look them up, though! They were pretty popular, so I'm sure someone would have shared some info if you're interested.

Anyway, here's a White Mage from Final Fantasy (credit: https://www.instagram.com/yari_hayashi/):

Final Fantasy's one of the older franchises, but it's definitely rising again due to the new FFVII remake. I thought he was Garnet until I saw the blond wig. Bless the mages, healing power plus!!

Next in line is one of my all-time favorites, Sailor Moon (credit: https://www.instagram.com/jiahuab0719_cos/):

I'm a Moonie so seeing a Sailor Moon made me pretty excited! I don't see too many Sailor Moon cosplays even in Comic Fiesta - cosplays at our conventions are pretty seasonal and tend to follow trends, from what I've seen. She definitely caught quite a bit of attention with her wings, too. I saw her getting stopped quite a bit, so I'm glad I got a pic before a line formed!

Aaaand! I've saved the best for last! I'll be showcasing the MXTX stuff now. To start off (with a bang), here are two cosplayers of the number one seasonal love interest of the BL world, Hua Cheng a.k.a. San Lang Didi (Grown Up Version):

Credit: https://www.instagram.com/karry.1213/ (donghua version) and https://www.instagram.com/kopiii_cos/ (manhua version)

Remember how I said cosplays at Malaysian conventions tend to be pretty seasonal? Well, the current flavor of the month for the BL world is definitely TGCF - and the hottest flavor is now San Lang didi. You're going to get stopped for photos pretty often for dressing up as this flashy guy, and for good reason too. Donned in striking red, Hua Cheng is the Ferrari of the danmei world.

I overhead Kopiii_cos' friend saying so many people have been asking for photos! Viva Fafa!

Next, we have the ever beautiful WangXian couple cosplays:

Credit: Wei Wuxian (https://www.instagram.com/purple_384/) and Lan Wangji (https://www.instagram.com/anson1510/)

WangXian's a staple when it comes to the MXTX fandom. There's nary a person who doesn't love these two soulmates, and with these elaborate costumes, they've certainly stolen the show! They were the first couple I saw at the entrance of the exhibition hall, which makes sense since there was an OTP contest going on that afternoon.

Moving along, we have the main character of his story, the Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian (credit: https://www.instagram.com/arkutagwa/):

I gotta admit that this Lian's the sweetest of the Xies so far. Had a field day calling each other cute (what can I say, we both had cute personalities)! Gotta love that charming dimpled cheek, bless!

Speaking of cute, there's also this whole cute pose thing going on with certain attendees (credit: https://www.instagram.com/chzesin/):

I won't lie - I didn't recognize the character at first. But with the dark-gray-to-white ombre, black and red colors to tell you that's a Wei Wuxian, I'm just going to take a gamble here and deduce that yes, that is indeed a Wei Wuxian and include it. Let me know if you don't think it is.

Last but not least, we have our MXTX OTP group:

Credits: https://www.instagram.com/ayafvrvv/ (Luo Binghe) and https://www.instagram.com/close0402/ (Lan Wangji) - the rest didn't share their social media accounts but they did say you can find them through each other's accounts.

Turns out they're a group who'd entered the OTP contest that afternoon. If you're wondering, no, Binghe isn't paired with air (this is Bing-mei, not Bing-ge). There was a large number of attendees that day as it was Sunday, so their Shizun was still looking for parking. I'd gotten lucky since I'd arrived there just as they'd opened up Basement 3 so ZOOM I parked near the escalators with plenty of space to spare. Until today I chalk it up to being last-minute dressed as Xie Lian, the god of good luck for hobos like myself (or, according to popular belief, Hua Cheng's blessed every Xie Lian cosplayer out there no matter how much we look like we've just stepped out of a jungle). I also had plenty of space to sit for a lovely lunch of salad and green tea!

Granted, there were actually a few other Xie Lians there as well (he's the current flavor as well), but I didn't want to chase after them from afar since the flow of human traffic in this particular mall wasn't too conducive for trying to get pictures, unlike KLCC's garden. Usually, more fans are dressed as the two main characters, Wei Wuxian and Xie Lian - or the shous/bottoms in popular danmei. Surprisingly, I actually saw quite a number of gongs/tops this trip round.

So as a bonus, here's a pic with all our dandy gongs/tops together:

A dashing lot, aren't they?

Anyway, this wraps up my experience log as an MXTX cosplay hunter! Hope you enjoyed it! Bless!

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Here's a look at some of the new stickers we'll have this year! Starting with a cute and round little Arknights sticker to bless your pulls, a Dungeon Meshi sticker sheet complete with monsters and food made from monsters, and then a pair of holo stickers to match our original prints!

We'll be at Toronto Comicon in a couple of weeks (March 15-17 2024, table A1102) and Fanexpo in Toronto later in the year (August 22-25, Table TBA) - stay tuned for more details and any other convention announcements!

#Arknights #Delicious in Dungeon #Dungeon Meshi #Original #Original Character #Art #Amiya #Kal'tsit #Artists on Tumblr #Small Business #Convention Announcement #Toronto Convention #New Merch #Digital Art #Sticker #Sticker Sheet

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fivewholeminutes · 4 months

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so. wembley.

Once I have finally gathered my wits the words did not want to stop coming. This rambling is long; apologies for that. And for the messed up tenses I hate tenses we only have one past tense why is English like this

No photos/videos yet, they are still not properly checked/deleted/edited by me.

It was. Unsurprisingly. One of the best days of my life. But also, I don't remember much from my life, so don't trust me on this one. (Kidding, it totally WAS one of the best days of my life). And uhh... I have a problem with processing events and emotions, so it still feels like I have seen it on a TV screen instead of, you know, actually, physically having been there? Idk how to explain that, I still have to convince my brain that I've been there. I feel detached from it completely. But!! I!! Have!! Been!! There!!

I woke up so early that foxes were still roaming the streets. Didn't talk much with people around me in the queue (hello anxiety), but they were lovely! I signed the blue flag for iii from me & Lia, got the sticker for Projekt Atlantic, received some bracelets, exchanged some bracelets, put some sea creatures tattoos on people (LIA I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THE WHALE!!!), slept on a pavement, bought merch for myself and others (I've never had anyone to buy concert merch for before, it's such a nice feeling 🥺).

And queueing for so long was so fucking worth it! Third row, baby!! For the first time in the middle!! (Which was my downfall later, but the pre-show me was not aware of that just yet). I couldn't actually hear HEALTH that well, but I really liked their drummer, he was enjoying himself and his joy was contagious. (I've checked them later though and. Last album, my beloved.) During the break, well, you all know what was happening, I have been liveblogging everything (sorry about that <3). The moment someone in the crowd literally screeched when they saw the new masks on instagram was a blessing, I wouldn't have survived seeing them in new masks without a warning. Also, my blind ass would probably realise 3 songs in that they have different masks, I shit you not. Besides, it was super fun having a mental breakdown here on tumblr with y'all <3

When Espera entered the stage, everything else stopped being of any importance to me. I remember my first thought was "oh yeah, sure, the ladies are dressed up and moving like this and you expect me to focus on anything else that is happening on this stage?". And of course, my second thought was "I GOTTA TAKE PICTURES FOR DARYA". Naturally, I was trying to keep up with everything else anyway. I haven't seen ii all too well though and it makes me sad :( Alas. I've had a good vantage point for the ladies. Yeah. Brain went brrrrr every time I was looking at them. Where was I again-

I was still coughing at that time. I got a terrible coughing fit after literally 3 short screams during HEALTH and my idiot ass has left all the lozenges except one in the hotel room an hour before the door opening. I thought I would have to spend the rest of the night not singing along nor screaming and felt utterly heartbroken for a few minutes, but after my Holy Grail Lozenge (and a LOT of water from the venue's crew) my cough has abandoned me for the duration of the whole ritual (thank you, Sleep). Even though, when Sam told us that we have to sing, my only thought was "I CAN'T FUCKING SING EITHER, MATE". But I did. Oh, I so fucking did. I sung my lungs out and did not cough even ONCE.

But you know. I was exhausted, anxious, surrounded by strangers and had more sugar in my veins than red cells at that point, so I wasn't my best self. I really thought the karaoke was for shits and giggles at first. "Oh yeah, it's The Most Popular Song, let's see how it sounds when 10k people sing it without the singer's help!", you know. Thought it was for the recording the announcements warned us about. But then we sung Granite. Ohhhkay. And then The Love You Want - certainly not a song they would leave for an impropmtu singalong. It was then that I (belatedly) realised that yeah, something really was wrong and so my heart broke again. So many preparations! Their biggest gig so far! Even iii managed to be there! And something had to happen!! Specifically!! To Vessel!! Of all people!! That was just not fair. He totally didn't deserve this. But it's just life and its endless fucking bad surprises for everyone, huh.

I didn't have enough time to collect all the broken pieces of my heart from the sticky floor and mend them after this realisation, because after Vessel joined the singing for the last few lines of TLYW, he dropped to his knees in front of us crying and thanking everyone. That sight is now carved into my brain. This is when I realised the 3rd row was a mistake. The psychic damage it gave me is irrevocable. Do you have those moments that you will never forget? A few seconds of an (usually traumatic) experience that will haunt you forever, replaying in your mind like a broken record? It was a bit like this for me. It wasn't traumatic, mind you, but it was definitely something that made a permanent dent in my heart and a home in my brain. And I wouldn't change it anyway.

Another thing that made me think that I will just fall down and never get up was iii & iv's hug. It was. So full of love and reassurence. Idk, you could just feel that emitting from them, okay? I was standing there thinking "yeah sure, just fucking murder me tonight instead, okay. Should've kept staring at Espera only-". Ah yes. The ladies. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Where was I again-

The goosebumps when the whole venue yelled "they won't be missing you" during Nazareth, oh my fucking god. On my previous rituals, in way smaller venues, there's always been a handful of people screaming it. And everyone doing it? Unparalleled feeling. Bordering on the shrimp emotions scale.

The lights were spectacular. I cannot describe how amazing the light show was. I am sending a kiss to each and every light crew member.

Also, Vessel being more emotional during the ritual as a whole. The TLYW moment was the worst for me, but there were many others. (Ascensionism and Bloodsport stabbing me with a rusty knife the most.) I mean, who could've blamed him for the emotions, he would probably be very emotional even without the voice issues. Who wouldn't be!! It was a big night, after all. God, it must have been so difficult for him, I really, really fucking hope the love coming from his bandmates, crew and the crowd was enough to help him focus on the good parts of the evening only. And!! It wasn't even that bad!!! Sure, he lost his voice for a while, but once it was back you could!! Barely!! Hear!! The difference!! I have a whole new level of respect for Vessel because of that. And for staying onstage with us for the songs he couldn't sing. Didn't know I could respect him even more than I already did, but hey. Love being surprised like that. I have seen concerts where the singers were singing way worse live while being completely healthy. Like sure, you could notice he's not using so many uhh, how do you call this in English, vocal ornamentations??? and that his voice is strained, but it was still beautiful. Take care of your voice now though, dude, jfc. Thanks for the sacrifice, much appreciated, but TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU- (kidding, kidding. or am i.) I also liked that he was leaving the more screamy moments in songs for us. Aiming the microphone at us, positive we'll have his back. Like yeah, yeah, other bands do that relatively often, but it's not something they usually do, you know.

I can't vouch for everyone in the crowd, but I sure as fuck did not have a SINGLE thought that the show sucks because of his voice issues. Like it didn't even occur to me. Honest to god. I was shocked when I saw on tumblr that people were leaving? Asking for a refund????????????? I was having the time of my life singing those songs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, probably!! Who can say they karaoked whole 3 songs with the band playing for them live?? Your local karaoke bar could never. (Bonus points, you could hear Espera better bc of that! Yes, I know, you are not supposed to hear backing vocals too loud in general, I'm just saying it was nice hearing them, bc usually I hear them on recordings only.)

Yeah, sure I was disappointed after the show that there was no Euclid, but that's just me, a total whore for Euclid. It's a completely different thing than being a bitch who leaves halfway, because something out of the ordinary has been happening.

Anyways. I would like to wish all the crowdsurfers a very fuck you. Hope you will all step on a lego every day for the rest of your lives <3

Crowdsurfers and constant giving away of water (which I understand, it was terribly hot there and it was needed) were a bit distracting, I missed some things because of the commotion, the drum solo has been disrupted by me getting a (fortunately very light) kick in the mouth and DRUM SOLO IS SACRED. I HOPE THE CROWDSURFER WHO DECIDED TO GO UP IN THAT MOMENT WILL STEP ON 3 LEGOS DAILY. IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE RITUAL FOR ME AND THEY HAVE RUINED IT. Thanks to another crowdsurfer, I missed the moment the band was throwing stuff into the crowd and I promised Lia I will catch a pick/drumstick for them!!!!!!! I've had a banner for this occassion and all!!!!! And!!!!! For the whole time things were flying from the scene!!!! I have been under someone's legs and ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Side note: Vessel was throwing away his rings. That's so fucking cool, ahh.

All in all, half of the things that happened there, I've learned from tumblr. The announcements about the recording, people leaving, Vessel being covered in runes (I WAS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE HIM AND DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G. I HATE BEING A BLIND IDIOT), the Espera ladies laughing at iii for not coming to the photo, hell, even Vessel trying to get his attention. I have NO idea what I've been doing back then, it's a blur again lmao. And. The most important thing: Vessel's "thank you". I didn't catch it back then. I don't hear it on my recording. Tbh I couldn't believe y'all for a long while that it really happened (I'm sorry). But it did and you know what? I'm glad the broken pieces of my heart were left on the arena's floor earlier during the show. I don't want them anymore.

I would also like to thank that one security guy in huge headphones who was our warning that another fucking crowdsurfer was coming our way. I hope the headphones guy's pillow is always cold on both sides, his skin clear, his crops- and so on. Our hero <3

There was also a moment during Atlantic (another important moment disrupted. Smh) where 2 security persons dived into the crowd?? I still have no idea what was happening, bc if someone faints for example, they are always brught to the barricade by the crowd and security picks them up, I've never seen security getting into the crowd before. And because of that, people around me were talking loudly during Atlantic. Kill kill murder kill

Still, Projekt Atlantic was a huge success and I am so proud of the organisers!! They're in the same category of lovely people as the big headphones security guy

Sending a kiss to @murderofcrow for this gif 🖤

To sum up. I will forever be grateful for this band. This music has activated the dormant parts of my mind. I am making art again. I am meeting cool people because of them. I have people to talk about it with who are as excited about it as I am. For the first time in ages I really feel alive again. And life is not good, far from it, to be completely honest with you, they haven't magically fixed all my problems, but I do have something that actually fucking works on me. I know Vessel wouldn't agree, but they are saving people. And you all, lovely ST pocket of tumblr motherfuckers who are reading this, you are saving people too.

And, last but not least!! In hot pink, because I can! Thanks to this ritual I could finally meet @vesselsscarlet and @thevenomousseprent in person!!!!!!!!! I love you guys, you are amazing and I can't wait to see you again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 You've made me feel so loved that weekend and it's something I haven't felt in a while!!

#it was surprisingly hard to write #took a lot of editing and rewriting whole paragraphs and it's still not a proper description of everything i wanted to say #i don't know how to talk about emotions #and i have. a lot of them since wembley #a word of advice: attend concerts. beg for money for them from your family members sleep in tents during rain #or in hostel rooms filled with random people #go for gigs without a place to sleep and spend 4hrs waiting for your bus home in a local mcdonalds #watching drunk guys split their eyebrows on the stairs there #(not now tho now we're boycotting macdonalds #but there are other places open 24/7)#go to gigs alone #but by god. go to them if you are able to and if your health allows you to go #(and yes it is coming from someone with anxiety. i wouldn't travel or sleep in a tent alone for anything else trust me)#it is always worth it. ALWAYS #sleep token

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Wild vs Tamed Magic and Faerie Petal Dragons! - December Big Dreamer physical patron rewards! If you want the set of a print, the stickers and a personalised doodle, you can do so by pledging to the Big Dreamer tier at https://www.patreon.com/sleepimali hehe. You’d have my undying love and gratitude, but I completely understand if that’s not something you want or something that’s in your budget! But if you want to get it, it’s available until December 31st, 2022 :) Lore below!

Faerie dragons aren't a new concept exactly, but these are mine. My patrons voted for the reward theme for December to be Wild Vs Tamed Magic, but I just can’t help myself and got a creature involved too. Buckle up, this is going to be a bit long! (And a heads up, the dragon section is going to be a bit dark.)

The Lore of Wild and Tamed Magic:

It's said these are the two kinds of magic in the Devil in the Details world, but they're both really just umbrella terms.

Wild magic is what some might consider "real" magic, in that it is unpredictable, incomprehensible and comes with a considerable amount of danger with each use. It is not something that can be controlled or understood; The second it is, it is no longer considered Wild, but Tamed. Wild magic is found among various magical flora and fauna, as well as magic folk and these days also humans. Generally Wild Magic occurs when strong feelings, instincts or wishes have been triggered. But if you use it, you may not get the result you wanted, and certainly not when you wanted either. There are plenty of records of uses of Wild Magic that have seemingly resulted in absolutely nothing, and suddenly years later it finally triggered and resulted in both unexpected disasters and blessings. But likewise, there are plenty of cases where the magic happened immediately in reaction to the user's strong emotions - sometimes with great results, and sometimes with the result of the user finding themself in a flood when all they wished for was a sip of water.

Meanwhile, Tamed Magic is the result of trying to understand and control this immense and strange force. Some people would call it science, and that isn't wrong, but the truth is even as people's ability to control magic has grown better, no one still knows what magic actually is. Certain methods have been proven somewhat effective in controlling the result of it, but the reason why they work is still a mystery.

There is now a vast amount of knowledge of spells and magic technology thanks to a collaboration between magic folks and humans, but even so, the amount of magic to still be explored seems infinite. As mentioned earlier, Tamed Magic is also an umbrella term, under which there are countless magic systems - ways of practicing controlled magic. A lot of them are known, but some magic folks keep their spells a secret, and a lot of the recorded ones are locked away and kept safe from the public for safety reasons.

The taming of magic is a constant, and dangerous work in progress.

Faerie Petal Dragons, and their relation to Tamed Magic: It is believed that faerie petal dragons are the first species to have learned how to tame magic. While this is hard to actually prove, tales of them have been passed down through generations of magic folk for thousands and thousands of years. In ancient times, various species of dragon were fairly common, especially in lands where humans didn't thrive. And the smallest of them all were the faerie dragons. Rather than trying to compete with other dragon species by growing bigger and stronger, they instead grew to focus on stealth and blending in. Faerie Petal Dragons in particular lived in evergreen and ever flowering lands, and had grown reliant on hiding among flowers in order to throw off eventual predators, like larger dragons. Unfortunately, as centuries and millennia passed, the other species of dragons only grew bigger, stronger, and above all more destructive. It wasn't uncommon for an entire field to become completely inhabitable from a single breath of a larger species. As such, the need to adapt and defend themselves rose among the faerie petal dragons. But there was only one thing they had that they could use to defend themselves and their territories - magic. But how could they, if using Wild Magic came with the possibility of destroying their lands themselves? Ultimately, they had no choice though, as their lands shrunk more and more, and more of them perished to the bigger, mightier dragons. And it was then, pushed to the brink, they learned that if they were doomed regardless, they might as well go down with a fight - and somewhere along the line they also learned that if they were very, very angry, the magic they used would reflect that with targeted destructive power similar to what had previously been used on them as their territories were destroyed. And that was the first time magic had been tamed, that we know of. And you'd think it would end there, but these tiny dragons are highly intelligent, and once they realised they had a chance at controlling magic, they then spent thousands of years expanding on that idea and learning how to tame it in more instances than just those where they were threatened and angry. But as intelligent as they were, they were also equally reckless, and ironically a lot of them perished in the process of trying to tame magic due to accidental curses or unfortunate accidents. Instead of being hunted by larger dragons, they themselves were now their worst enemies. However, those who survived this process went on to grow extremely strong. Ultimately, they became beings no one would want to pick a fight with, except maybe the gods themselves.

In the end, magic folks and other magical beings saw what the tiny dragons were doing, and became inspired to tame magic themselves.

These days, the faerie petal dragons have recovered their numbers quite a bit, and are friendly to humans. Given that they are basically just tiny little magic nerds (very powerful magic nerds) they are always extremely curious about the spells these weird, short lived humans are developing.

A fair warning though: If you're a spell crafter, they will try to get into your lab at all costs. And they will succeed. And you do not want that, given their reckless history. In face, there are laws and safety protocols that forbid you from disclosing the location of a spell crafter study, lab or spell vault to faerie petal dragons. In short - they're lovely beings that could destroy your home with a sneeze, and if you wanted one as a companion, they will not be the pet. You will be 😉

#ditd lore #sleepimali #fantasy art #fantasy creature #watercolor #watercolor illustration #watercolor art #original art #faerie dragon #faerie petal dragon #dragon art #devil in the details lore #Devil in the Details #Giving you lots of worldbuilding with zero context

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aclowntiny · 1 year

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It's Not Easy Being Green- Jongho x Female!Writer!Reader

woohoo this title is a pun because green like new but also drink haha get it??? MORE COFFEE SHOP MORE >:) but we get to mix it up, no barista!reader this time hehe. Also, Jongho with glasses???? I simp

Word Count: 3089 | Coffee Shop, Fluff, Faint Angst | Warnings: I mention Fifty Shades of Grey just by title lmao

The sun remained faint beneath the cover of clouds and morning. A cool breeze blew, blessing what bits of Jongho's skin it could reach. He sighed to himself at the release, having just left a morning gym session and still feeling a tad bit sweaty despite wiping off.

As he shook out his hair, Jongho spotted a café two doors down from his position, deciding to stop in on the way back and get an iced coffee. Anything to cool off and regain some much-needed energy.

He was second in line despite it being so early. The girl in front of him probably had work, he considered. She did have a laptop case in hand, after all, though it didn’t appear she was dressed up. Huh.

When she was done ordering, he stepped up to the counter, ordering a caramel iced coffee from the kind shop owner, a lady about ten or fifteen years older than Jongho himself, before making his way to a seat. The girl that had been in front of him in line was now sitting at the table adjacent to his; she had pulled out her laptop, typing away as she waited. Wow, hard worker.

A few scrolls on his phone later, Jongho glanced up to watch the woman shuffle happily over to his table neighbor, placing a cup down with a smile and a “Here you go, (y/n). What are you working on today?”

The girl, (y/n) apparently, smiled back. She had a kind smile. “The same one as usual,” she sighed, “but you know I love it.”

“I do. You know I’ll read it when you finish, right?”

“If I finish it.”

“You will. I know you will. You're so close.”

“Thanks, Dahye-eonni.”

Jongho couldn’t help but smile to himself at the warm interaction. Clearly the lady was friendly to regulars, doing more than just serving them coffee. He couldn’t help but feel curious about what the girl was working on, though. Glancing over, he met her eyes, prompting her to smile, so he took his chance.

“I heard you’re here to work- what is it you’re making?”

“Well, I write, which you probably guessed by the reading comment,” you answer with a chuckle.

“Like essays or a book?”

“Novels, yeah.”

“What are they about?” Jongho found himself asking before he could stop and think.

She got shy suddenly, her eyes dropping from his. “Well, I won’t go on and on, but I can tell you a bit about what it’s about.”

“Sure.”

The café owner, Dahye as (y/n) called her, slid in and dropped Jongho’s drink off as he listened to (y/n), making a joke about her bringing more regulars in.

“She’s here every other morning for a matcha latte and a quiet place to write,” the woman explained with a smile as she looked back and forth, “doesn’t she have an amazing imagination?”

She sure did have some big ideas for her story, things Jongho would have never even considered. He had some artistic skills, sure, but crafting characters and stories like that wasn’t what he’d call his forte. And the fact that (y/n) did it almost as second nature?

“Yes, she does.”

The way she beamed alone was worth the comment.

It wouldn’t hurt to stop by that café again. Dahye was nice, the coffee was good, it was a nice place.

The image of (y/n) flashed in Jongho’s head. The coffee was good, he repeated to himself simply.

She was there. Jongho saw her seated already by the time he’d entered, laptop out. He found his eyes scanning the stickers on its (y/f/c) surface, taking in the things she liked before they flicked over her face. She looked focused, determined, eyes not even leaving the screen when she took a drink, reaching blindly but straight for her matcha and bringing it to her lips as she typed with one hand.

Chuckling, he crossed the stained concrete to the simple white cash register, venturing a protein latte since he wasn't looking forward to what Wooyoung was making for breakfast that morning.

The chairs were faintly bowl-shaped, Jongho falling a bit into their embrace as he took a seat at the same table as last time. The one facing (y/n).

For the first time, she looked up from her screen, LED light reflected in her eyes as she gave Jongho a smile, one he immediately returned.

"You come from the gym, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Look at you being all healthy and stuff," you teased, one corner of your lips quirking up a bit more.

He shrugged, amusement playing on his own expression. "I just enjoy staying active."

"I wish I had that," (y/n) replied, glancing down a bit, cheekily sheepish.

"If you did, though, we wouldn't have your great stories, right? I also wish I could do what you do, but you know what? You can train, get stronger and stronger, but the spark of telling a story is either there or it isn't. It's hard to make yourself good at understanding characters, you know?"

Nodding, (y/n) peered into Jongho's eyes with wide ones, the color of which really was quite nice. "I guess I never thought about that before. That sounds like something out of a book, though!" You both giggled at that.

"Well, work it in then," Jongho teased.

"If it ever fits in, I will. Guess I need to write a writer."

"Well, you'd know how to do that."

"Are you kidding? Half my job is just staring at a word doc. It's like this meme. Hold on," you told him as you reached into your pocket for your phone.

He'd gotten up a little earlier and worked a little harder. Thoughts of his plan both sped him up and spurred him on, suddenly making his gym trip seem secondary- a stepping stone along the way, albeit a sweaty, barbell-laden one.

Jongho had decided to buy (y/n) her latte for her this morning. Dahye greeted him with a wave and used his name, cementing his unwitting regular status as he leaned on the counter. The woman gave a smile that rose straight to her eyes when he ordered both a caramel iced coffee and a matcha latte.

"Oh?" She inquired, gaze boring into Jongho's.

"I decided to surprise (y/n) with it. Would you mind making it for her when she comes in?"

"Not at all," the kind woman answered, clicking the pen she held in her hand out, in, out, in, "Are you going to stay and watch?"

"Of course," it was Jongho's turn for a scheming look, "but not from my regular spot, I'm going to hide around the corner."

The café seating area was L-shaped, stretched around the kitchen and treated to a minor visual separation in the form of a small decorative trellis. Jongho positioned himself behind ivy to wait for both his coffee and (y/n).

The bell tinkled. He'd timed it well, then, (y/n) arriving right before his own drink was done. She stood, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and waited a few moments while Dahye puttered around the kitchen, pouring this and measuring that. Enough pours and measures and a frown of confusion furrowed (y/n)'s brow, though she remained in place, hand fiddling with the strap of her rectangular computer bag.

"Sit, sit," Dahye finally urged, popping from behind the counter to wave her hand forward and back at (y/n) as if shooing a bug, not a woman, "I'll be right there."

Jongho had to suppress a laugh at (y/n)'s confused face, brow furrowing even harder and eyes squinting slightly. This was turning into far more than he thought it would.

(y/n) slid into her usual seat and pulled out her laptop with a shrug. Just as she was opening up the program she wrote on, though, Dahye appeared at her side with a mug of steaming green.

"You didn't take my order," she told the older woman.

"I didn't need to," Dahye shot back, "it's been covered already."

"Wha-"

Jongho chose this moment to pop out from behind the ivy with a wave and a small "surprise!"

(y/n)'s eyes looked like she'd been handed a winning lottery ticket, not her go-to drink order. "Really?"

"Absolutely. You've been working really hard, it sounds like, so I just wanted to take a bit of burden off of you, maybe make you smile?"

"You did," (y/n) replied, beaming, "my manuscript is almost done and it has been really stressful. I feel like a disgusting little hermit, but I want to be submission ready more than anything."

"You don't look like a disgusting little hermit," both Jongho and Dahye chimed in at the same time, followed by a shared glance and smirk from the latter, which caused the former to suddenly break contact uneasily.

"You guys are too sweet," (y/n) giggled, taking a sip of her free drink with a little shoulder dance of joy at its taste.

"We're your fan club," Dahye remarked, "though I think Jongho here is taking over as president."

He started. What did she mean by that? "I'm sure I'll be an even bigger fan when I read the whole novel. Good luck, (y/n)." And with that, he took up the iced coffee he'd purchased and strode out, giving the writer one last smile and wave.

"Ok, this is it!"

Two more café visits later, (y/n) had hermited her way into having a submission-worthy format on her novel. Her words, not Jongho's, though he'd been there for some of it about four days past, hours of staring and clicking with some breaks to talk about her characters or worries that no one would want to read what she was writing.

"I'm sure they will. I mean, look, Fifty Shades of Grey sold and all people do is make fun of how badly written and uncomfortable it is. Your sentences actually sound intelligent and contribute something good to people's brains."

She giggled at that. Jongho's straightforwardness was refreshing to her, she'd told him. No need to question his motives or anything like that. "You probably give the best criticism, too."

He hadn't thought about that before, but a sudden wave of motivation to give her the best criticism if she asked it of him had hit when she'd commented that.

She wrung a napkin in one hand as the other hovered over the track pad of her laptop in preparation to submit. Before clicking, she paused, a few heartbeats passing as she glanced between her now-empty matcha mug and Jongho. "Wait."

"What?"

"Should I change the tagline on the cover here? It looks corny now, I feel like I could put out better. But what quote would I use?"

"I like that one you posted on the graphic on your instagram the other day," Jongho suggested with an approving nod.

(y/n)'s eyes lit up, their lovely color shining as bright as ever as sunbeams cut through the latticed windows of the shop, stopping in their tracks upon reaching her irises. "You followed my writing page?"

"Of course," Jongho responded with a soft smile, "I'm in your fan club, remember?"

She smiled. Backspaced. Typed. Submitted. "I feel confident now. That was all I needed," she told him, reaching over to lay her hand over his as it rested on the table.

Confident was how she should feel, Jongho's brain managed to override his somersaulting heart, how she should view herself all the time. Capable. Skilled. Wonderful at what she does. Pleasant. No, a joy. He wanted to be what she needed again. And maybe again and again.

"No, you're the president, remember?" Dahye strode by with another customer's dishes in hand, chiding Jongho with a wink.

Ignoring that, he pulled out his phone to show you a writing meme he thought you would like, grinning widely when you showed him you saved a gym one to show him.

Something was wrong, Jongho could see that the moment he detected the absence of (y/n)'s laptop or its bag at her table. He still ordered her drink, maintaining the custom he'd begun a handful of trips back, but he asked Dahye if she knew anything.

"Stop her from spouting that nonsense," the woman told him, "you're the only one that can."

"What does that mean? Why are you always saying things like that?"

The café owner just looked at him, dark eyes daring his. "I think you know why, free matcha boy. Now get over there. She's more blue than green today, at least for now. You're the one to add that sunshine yellow."

Jongho squinted into her nonsense. "I think you've been hanging out with the literary types too much."

"Just get in there and cheer my other regular up. I'll bring you two donuts."

"Just one, I'm not a big donut person."

"No, you have all the sweetness you need, don't you?"

There was no defending himself from the remark, not when his eyes involuntarily slid (y/n)'s way at the mention of sweetness. Sighing at the way her head fell into her bent arms, he strode over to her table, taking the seat next to her instead of the one across from her like usual. Heart beating a little faster, he tentatively raised a hand, hovering it over her back before thinking better of it.

"(y/n), are you alright?"

She shook her head, glancing up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I got rejected."

Jongho's heart was really hammering then; any moment it might burst out of his ribcage. "What kind of fool would reject you?"

"I told you people wouldn't be interested in the type of story I told. Not enough drama. Not that they said that, of course they had to be vague and just say it wasn't what they were looking for so I don't even know how to improve! I don't even know what I have to change, and with that I can't grow into an actually good writer-"

"Whoa," Jongho interrupted, leaning a bit closer to her with a jolt of pleasure at the feeling of their arms brushing against each other, "I'm going to have to stop you right there. You are a good writer. Remember how frustrated you were with your classmates in college barely having elementary sentence skills? That's because they aren't good like you are. Have you heard Dahye talk lately? She's become more and more colorful thanks to you. The way you put the world out there, even if it isn't this one, has changed the way she sees everything."

"It has?" She sniffled, sitting up a bit.

"It has," Jongho repeated, "and your story doesn't need to become something it's not over one rejection. Harry Potter got rejected, like, five or eight times. Would you say Harry Potter was not successful?"

"No," (y/n) muttered, shaking her head.

"And this is only your first try. Sometimes we crash, but that doesn't mean we're destroyed."

"I feel destroyed," she replied quietly, "I don't want to write anymore."

"You don't have to right now, but don't stop doing something you love because one person doesn't like it. You have plenty of followers, you have Dahye and me, and we all like it just how it is. I never want you to feel destroyed. I like you too much."

A single tear slid from her widening eye, cutting a glistening path down the lovely curve of her cheek. "You like me?"

Jongho gasped, not really having planned on confessing like that, but he was nothing if not straightforward. No going back now. "I do. I only kept coming to this café to see you," he answered.

"I knew it!" Dahye called from the kitchen. That got a shaky chuckle even from (y/n), who ventured a bigger smile when Jongho's face lit up at her returned mirth.

Once again, he felt spurred on, like that runner's high that hits or the determination to finish a set, though expressing one's feelings was a far different exercise than pull-ups or a good jog were.

"I kept coming to see you and I really wanted to make your burdens lighter. That's why I kept buying your drinks. I just wanted to take care of you a little, especially if you weren't doing it yourself. I like the idea of being there to take care of you. To hear every bit of your stories from your own mouth. That's the effect you have on me, and I'm sure you could have it on countless other people if you put yourself out there and let them know you."

(y/n) just stared at him, eyes still wide, smile faltering and rising again tentatively.

"You, er," Jongho rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward over the whole monologue, "don't have to worry about all the me stuff or answer that, but please keep writing, alright? You felt so confident the other day- don't lose that over one opinion, ok?"

"You're right," she breathed, nodding shakily, "it was like this in writing workshop, too. People tore one of my stories apart because one of the characters was too one-dimensional and one of my professors only craved extreme drama. I can't let that get into my head. Everyone is different. It's just...hard when you pour hours in and they don't like it. But it's like you said, I love to write. I do it subconsciously every day, imagining how I would describe things in words. I physically can't stop," she chuckled, the playful lilt returning a bit, "and I really won't if that's what got you to like me back."

"Back?" Jongho's face lit up again, awkwardness melting away like butter.

"That's right. I was getting a little worried my love interest character was going to shift gears and become a strong, athletic sweetheart if I didn't keep the reins on it."

"Well, I like your character's love interest as he is, just like the rest of your amazing story that you need to submit to more, better publishers that actually have taste, but could I try out being your love interest?"

"Wow, you just dropped feedback, a corny line, a diss, and flirted with me in one incredibly long sentence," (y/n) commented, dabbing tears off her face with a napkin, "how could I say no? I'd love to go out with you."

"Good. I already know what I want to do."

You gave one final sniff. "What's that?"

"I want to hear you read to me."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #jongho #jongho x reader #jongho x female reader #female reader #coffee shop au

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dukeoftheblackstar · 9 months

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Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

Oooh, this is fun! Yes ♥ I'm an absolute whore for art ♥

Starting off with a beautiful take on my favorite shit boy from the 104th, my babylove, Warthog by @omaano. I know there's no need for an explanation but I'm just so overly proud and touched because this was a tribute to a fallen comrade who happens to be Warthog's bestiecakes, Tracer.

Read more here ♥ And yes, Warthog is my favorite ♥ I will pick him again and again and again and again and again over Commander Wolffe ♥

Second would be Big Boy Wrecker ♥ As much as I am crazy for soft Wrecker with pink beach shorts with Omega, it's the Mischief Energy for me ♥ Love me some unhinged, chaotic, bulldozer baby girl of a man ♥ Also, everything @amorfista is a fave ♥

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

Another Wrecker by @lornaka because omg, he has truly captivated my heart ♥

Miss these kids sm

Darth Fett by @eyecandyeoz ♥ Candy outdid themselves here and I cannot emphasize that enough because (1) that fic is absolutely filthy, (2) it's a fic and art for one of my hidden/small otps, and (3) that art is as absolutely filthy as the fic.

Vader × Fett😈

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

Very Toned Crosshair

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

House of Fett | Family Picture

House of Fett, of course by @baufraus who I am obsessed with in terms of their art style and sticker vibe.

Thicc Fox & Thicc Wolffe ♥

@patchmates thicc twin love because jfc, Wolffe and Fox being hella fine is such a vibe. I've reblogged this so many damn times, I'm still giddy over it ♥

Bly in booty shorts

Need no explanation than the fact that someone better steal his blacks from time to time for the good of the galaxy. Delicious art by @thatfunkyopossum

Croissants being actual croissants ♥

Anything Fox and Corrie boys related by @amikoroyaiart because they so precious and so much foolishness happening ♥

That one Commander Fox Art that serves so much cunt I feel insecure as a cunt-bearing organism ♥.

This to me is s.ex on the eyes. It's the judgmental tilt of the head, that eyebrow raise, that look of disapproval that can also be seen as 'yeah, I'd hit that... but after work cause I got so much fucking work' — it's the bad boy ciggue for me, that puff of smoke in the background, that turtleneck blacks, that thiccness, that scar, that jfc-i would like to get railed by this man on his desk while he works vibe. ;//////;

Amazing art by @calamity-aims

Need something on your wall? Check them out ♥

Two from @idontgetanysleep that I would love to see on a wall:

Black and white Info Panel feature Wolffe, Rex, Cody, and Gregor ♥♥♥

Vibrant & Groovy Wallpapers featuring Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer, Gregor ♥♥♥

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And lastly, every single fucking panel in this post resonates to me in an astronomical level that I feel more closer to being Fox than being in love with Fox. This is essentially Fox and Me in photos as one. And I'm so pleased that @that-one-egomaniac gave me permission to use this bit because I am obsessed with this that I will post the photo itself — behold, my most favorite thing in the entire galaxy:

Thank you for this very interesting ask ♥

Note: I also don't know why some of the links didn't work as I was getting an error when posting so the rest came out as hyperlinks.

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so do i have to play league to keep up with lore?

Not at all!!! League is the opposite of a story-based game. Champions are meant to represent an archetype in the rift and shout some cool catchphrases. MOST are self contained, a few have interwoven plotlines that can span years. Some character stories get updated over time in the form of short fiction / comics / event based visual novels but most of that content can be looked up online.

In the case of jayce/viktor, to make ref easier for all: HERE’S THE JAYVIK LEAGUE LORE CHEAT SHEET.

League of Legends

Viktor's bio v.1 | Jayce's bio v.1 | Blitzcrank's bio v.1

Viktor's bio v.2 | Jayce's bio v.2 | Blitzcrank's bio v.2

Viktor’s short story | Jayce’s short story | Blitz’ alt bio

“v.1″ refers to their original release bios, “v.2″ to post runeterra universe reboot bios. Worth noting that some of these changes were... contentious; blitzcrank’s new origin story as something viktor did not create but simply mod is mostly ignored by fans, who still refer to original events in a vague manner. The omission of stanwick in jayce / blitz’ updated bios is a big questionmark. To get in the spirit of the thing I just go all in the ‘Unreliable Narrator’ aspect of their whole shebang and cobble together my own interpretation of events.

[update nov.22]: Blitzcrank’s alt bio has been added! this 1.5 version contains a somewhat different account of events that I kind of prefer, compared to 2.0

EVEN MORE STUFF:

Read info on ALL Canon AU universes, find HD splash art, Skinline details, 3D Models & more on the Vikjayce Codex!

CONVERGENCE: A LEAGUE OF LEGENDS STORY

'CONVERGENCE' is an Ekko-led platformer game that released in 2023. An accompanying free-to-download comic miniseries was made to supplement the game's story, and it focuses on Jayce, Viktor, Ekko himself & his family -- and how they are all interwoven as the 'struggling genius' archetype in a very flawed system.

[Read here!!]

This series features a retelling of J/V's backstories through the lens of an outsider, and a bit of an update on where they are now. Surprising absolutely no one: they are still very attached to each other. (This comic is standalone, and not part of the Arcane universe.)

Legends of Runeterra vikjayce content:

[ Jayce’s Deck / related cards ] | [ Viktor’s Deck / related cards ]

Jayce's Path of Champions Comic (Voiced/Viktor is in it)

Jayce voice interactions | Viktor voice interactions (he shares this vid w other champions, pops back from time to time)

*They both keep extensive research/life notes addressing themselves. It’s very undying highschool girl cute. LoR is sometimes referred to as its own continuity; their cards are both a progression of their story and a what-if scenario.

Arcane universe limited content:

[ Jayce Talis’ journal ] was available to read in the league client while the show was airing. “Far From Home” “Progress Day” “A Powerful Partnership” are all diary entries; the layout is a bit finicky but click on chapter numbers to progress, the image on the side changes to match!

Wild Rift limited content:

[ Jayce got a champion release webtoon ] that never made it to NA servers. It quickly summarizes his deal and vaguely hints Viktor is in the update horizon.

There is a tentative translation offered by blessed twitter user crossedfires, highlight being the jayce/viktor panel wherein he remarks:

“Genius is always lonely, I know this truth very well. Until Viktor appeared – I admit it – he is the only gear comparable to me.” (uses the verb xiāngdāng (comparable) that means match, balance, correspond to). One of my mandarin-speaking friends has also pointed out the wordplay lends itself to double meaning; “He is the only gear to match/that matches mine.”

MISC / OFF CANON:

Jayce & Viktor animated stickers

Punches&Plants 2 - Altcanon comedy, various champs living in an urbanized fantasy version of runeterra. Jayce and Viktor retire from a life of rivalry to dedicate themselves to new hobbies. Viktor is a dollmaker, Jayce is a weeb. Blitzcrank has an unfortunate job.

League’s Germany twitter promo - Viktor gets his ‘man of progress’ mug.

Wild Rift holidays promo - Jayce leaves a gift for ‘V’ under the tree.

Jayce and Viktor also have plenty of AU ingame skins with their own micro bios. Not linking these here since itd be too much info/ u can easily google; they share the Battlecast universe (ppl like this one) and the Heavy Metal universe (ppl dislike this one for various reasons, namely retconning Viktor’s full machine skin from ‘his last stage of mechanization’ into a very unfortunate stereotype.) They were meant to be an annoying player and an annoyed dungeon master in the Riftquest universe but riot scrapped Viktor’s skin. RIP

if anything else cool happens or I remember a missed spot I’ll update this!

#jayvik #vikjayce #League of Legends #legends of runeterra #Jayce giopara #jayce league of legends #viktor league of legends #viktor lol #jayce lol #hexposts #blitzcrank #blitzcrank league of legends #I dont think blitzcranks color story adds much at all to the picture so its not here sorry #resources #meta tag #hextxt

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I turn up last night at the Chabad rabbi’s house. There’s security cameras everywhere, Securitas stickers in the window. I wonder if they’ve ever had to press their panic button.

As I’m waiting for someone to come to the door, another guest arrives. He’s about my age, upsettingly handsome, and Israeli. I tell him it’s my first ever Shabbat, and he says he’ll talk me through everything as we go along.

The rabbi’s wife has me braiding challah alongside her 10 year old daughter and the Israeli. I think about how many generations back it was that someone from my family did this.

More people arrive. A tourist couple, a middle aged husband and wife from America. We chat about where they’ve been so far and joke about how bad Olafsvík smells because of the dried fish factory there.

Next is some young Haredi guys. I wonder how walking around Iceland dressed as they dress has been for them, if anyone has harassed them. We chat about where we’ve been in the world and why they came to Iceland (they’re in yeshiva in New York, they saw cheap flights on an Icelandic budget airline and thought why the hell not).

More people trickle in. Some American students, freshly graduated (did they get screamed at by their peers? Were they allowed to move freely around campus?).

A Ukrainian refugee, her family’s from the same area as the American guy’s family. His grandma was the only survivor of a pogrom, hers one of the only survivors of the holocaust.

Then the rabbi comes, and the Israeli guy hands me a siddur and in a low voice explains to me what to do, what to read. Says it’s no pressure, Chabad prayers can be quite a lot. I’m standing to one side because I feel like I’m not allowed to be fully involved, new to this as I am, but one of rabbi’s kids is running around so we move into the group that’s gathered around the little alter (it bothers me that I don’t know the name of this, or the words everyone else is singing and chanting and mumbling). I feel something land on the back of my head - as he’s rocking and praying, the rabbi has grabbed a kippah from the pile on the table and plopped it on my head.

Prayers end, I still have no idea what was going on but I felt something all the same. We sit to eat, and I’m next to the Israeli, who’s next to the rabbi. As the rabbi says prayers in Hebrew, his wife opposite me explains quietly what’s going on. When it comes time to wash our hands, she teaches me how to say the blessing.

The food is amazing. Hummus and tagine and soup and all sorts of other bits and pieces. The challah I braided is soft and fluffy, and even tastier when it’s soaked up a little of the baba ganoush and olive oil on my plate. I think about how if I tell my friends what sort of dishes were served here, the words “cultural appropriation” might come up.

I talk to everyone at some point or another. The Israeli guy is here working in the tourist industry, the rabbi’s wife has British family and grew up in a Nordic country. The American guy is a doctor at a teaching hospital near a campus, he’s had people picket his hospital.

The graduate women are laughing at Iceland having a TGI Fridays in between casually talking about other students throwing things at them.

At one point, some asks me what my first Shabbat has been like for me, and I say it feels like coming home. The Israeli puts his arm around me and says “welcome back, brother”. The Haredi guys tell me that a Jewish life is a joyous life.

I take off my new kippah and put it in my pocket when I leave.

And then today. I arrive for morning prayers, I meet new people, the rabbi’s toddler son clings to my leg as his wife makes me a coffee while explaining how that’s done on Shabbat. Her grandma converted at 18, her grandfather was a secular son of survivors who became religious again after meeting her. She told a story last night about her grandfather, an elderly and highly esteemed professor of history who refuses to retire, having someone get up in his face while he was getting the bus home and pointing their phone camera at his face.

The Israeli guy had to head back to where he lives (also out in the country, not far from me by Icelandic standards) so he’s not here today, but there’s my Haredi friends from last night, as well as some new people. An American who’s been here since the 80s, a European guy (Spanish, I think I heard him say, and I wonder if my possibly Sephardic family and his may have known each other half a millennia ago), and all of the rabbi’s kids are awake. They’d flown in from Sweden yesterday morning so most of them were asleep.

There’s prayers again, I don’t know what’s being said, I am only vaguely following along in the Siddur. Most of the men rock and sway as they pray, I’m aware of this being a thing Jews do but not why. I add it to my ever growing mental list of things to look up later. I feel my body want to join in, but I feel like I’m not allowed.

The Torah portion this week is from Leviticus, and I have a moment of being uncomfortably aware of who I am as the rabbi, albeit briefly, touches on the bit about unnatural relationships. He shook my hand, I’m included in the prayers, so they see me as a man. I’m certain they don’t know what sort of man I am. That’s a conflict with myself and this culture and religion that I’m gonna have to deal with eventually, but not now. Now, I push it aside and listen to the discussion on our obligations to each other as people, and how Torah law is similar to and differs from general Western law. I listen to the doctor talk about performing CPR on someone who he saw collapse. I wasn’t raised Christian but I still expect the words “Good Samaritan” to come up. I’m not sure how that makes me feel.

And then, more food. More food, more discussions, more people coming in. Another American who lives local, a couple I don’t get the chance to speak to, but I think at least one of them has an Icelandic accent. The rabbi’s wife points me out to people and tells them where I live. My kippah slides from my shaved head as I turn to talk to someone else, it would be embarrassing if I hadn’t seen someone else’s fall off not that long ago.

People filter out, and a group of tourists arrive. IDF guys on leave, they’ve just finished the ring road tour. We drink a toast with them. One of the Haredi guys has a young cousin who just got called up, one of the Americans has a nephew who was serving on the border when the pogrom happened. One of the Israeli guys asks me what bars I recommend in Reykjavik.

I leave when the Haredi guys do. The one I spoke to the most promised to come visit when he next comes to Iceland (it was a short trip, he wants to see more) and I wonder if he remembers me saying how there’s a guy in my town with from-the-river-to-the-sea painted on his van. The other Haredi guy says he’ll look me up on Facebook, and says he’s glad I got to see how good being Jewish can be.

I get halfway back to the bus stop before I remember to put my kippah in my pocket.

#judaism #Jewish

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