#these asks are ordered in the same order I received them btw

[originalartblog]

Answering some asks about the dad Murase lives AU under the cut because you are forcing me to think about what I've created (❤)

@inkingkitsune

Murase had to know about N's less-than-savoury work. He was hired as a security guard (thanks to his brother) for a military facility for which he was told to kill any trespassers on sight. And his brother had been legally dead for a decade! But the main difference between the two brothers is that while N will still do horrors in the name of his job, Murase has spent his life after the war trying to help people to atone for what he had to do to survive. I think having to face concrete proof of what his brother did/does, especially without the immediate pressure of war and survival to "justify" his actions, to a kid he's grown somewhat attached to? That would be really hard on him.

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Frankly I had never heard of that theory before, and after considering it, I can't agree with it. The government has expressed barely any interest in Chuuya, N seems to have acted on his own. The PM has so many ability users, and abilities are so unknown to the general public, with or without Chuuya, it was an important move to make, and there was no normal legal way of getting it.

As for Oda... I fear he's going to suffer the same fate. In another post I did wonder if Mori would try to be more careful with Dazai, since we know he was very careful to nurture Chuuya's loyalty and bond to the mafia. But after thinking about it, while Mori felt bitter after Dark Era (please read the light novel), he says he would still do it because the permit was so important to get. Chuuya going away here wasn't his fault, so I see no reason he wouldn't do things especially differently. Maybe he'd feel even more bitter though.

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If Oda dies the same way... it's a fun question. Dazai would leave, Dazai would still refuse to work for the government, so his options are limited. I can't imagine Chuuya leaving at 16, join the ADA, and the mafia not knowing a thing about it? So what would Dazai do? Chuuya left and joined a group and now that group is his only option in Yokohama. If he wants to join them, he'll still have to wait two years for his records to be erased and hidden. And he knows Chuuya is gonna be there, and he knows him!! How frustrating and stressful is that wait going to be?

I'd like Chuuya to be gone when Dazai first joins, so Entrance Exam can still take place in a similar way. Maybe he accompanied Ranpo on his contract out of town? I do wonder if he'd confront Dazai publicly or in private... I'm still not sure how much he told the ADA about his own origins.

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I've decided that Chuuya leaves after the Dragon Head Conflict (after loosing a second set of friends in the same year), because this time, he has someone waiting for him to offer him an out. And this is interesting from a skk point of view. At that point, Dazai has already met both Oda and Ango, and technically, Double Black has made a name of themselves. Chuuya would be leaving at the creation/peak of Double Black, barely giving it enough time to get their name. But all that we know (so far) of what they were up to as teenagers has happened already! And Dazai has met Oda and Ango, he has a support system now! They'll be fine. Well, as fine as their canon counterparts anyway.

This is also funny because their "history" is less than two years of absolute hell, then a 5/6-year gap, and suddenly they're coworkers again.

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Honestly I don't know if Murase would have an opportunity to see it or its repercussions? I doubt he saw Chuuya directly after Verlaine (you know, mafia and all that), and I think Chuuya would be the one to seek him out after the DHC. I truly think you could count the amount of times Corruption was maybe used by Double Black in canon back then on one hand, and in this AU, it's literally only twice. Unless Asagiri planned for another big event and hasn't told us yet, I don't think Chuuya has had to use Corruption again in this AU until Lovecraft.

MAYBE someone would notify Chuuya's dad guardian that his son charge was badly injured, but with Yosano in the room, I doubt it would make it back to him. Same thing with Dead Apple. Murase lives in a blessed world where he knows Chuuya's powerful, but doesn't know the extent of it.

Have a lil' doodle for making it all the way down here! (it's Chuuya's first week or something)

#shout out to @carrotkicks who added some stubble to my murase design you brain is so so big i'm stealing it back #these asks are ordered in the same order I received them btw #they just sort of naturally progressed from one to the other it's so funny #i know i said dad but what is he really? a dad? an uncle? a duncle? #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd storm bringer #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer #the murase au #ada!chuuya #bsd chuuya #bsd murase #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd detective murase #skk #soukoku #bsd fanart #nawy's doodles

[luvingtsumu]

( MIYA ATSUMU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI X FEM!READER )

atsumu and you had fun tormenting kiyoomi, but the three of you had more fun when atsumu and kiyoomi were tormenting you instead.

content— smut, trio, oral (male receiving), bisexual!atsumu, vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, bisexual!kiyoomi, anal penetration, overstimulation, degradation, creepies, voyeurism, focused on reader.

author’s note— i don’t even know how this came out of my mind. btw tell me if i’m missing some tags 🙏

It felt good for Kiyoomi. Finally having a bit of peace and quiet after you and Atsumu tormented him for the whole night on his birthday party, that by the way, he didn’t even want in the first place.

He let out a long sigh before looking down. Well, it was almost all peace and quiet

“Can you two stop making such noises?” he said, pushing both of your heads to keep them around his cock “Yeah, just like that.”

“Omi—” Atsumu tried to whine, but his head was immediately pushed back to keep licking the length of his cock.

“Shut up.” he grunted “At least you two finally have something good to do with your mouths, hm?” his lips curled up.

You didn’t knew where to look, in front of you to see Atsumu’s face as he licked Kiyoomi’s cock with you, or up to see Kiyoomi’s mocking smirk.

You ended up just closing your eyes.

The warmth between your legs was unbearable as Kiyoomi kept pushing your head against Atsumu’s so you both would suck the sides of his cock at the same time.

It felt so lewd coming from him. And that made it 10 times better.

“Shit.” he mumbled, scoffing “You two do this as if you’ve been waiting for this moment— Mgh.”

Atsumu let out a moan too, his cock was hard and throbbing, hell, he couldn’t even think about who he wanted to fuck the most.

You, probably. And Kiyoomi probably did too; because he pushed Atsumu’s head away and quickly slid his cock in your mouth, cumming down your throat.

Such a nice thing for Atsumu to see.

“Ah.” he let out a breath “Yer so rude, I wanted some too, Omi-Omi.” he whined.

“I bet you did.” Kiyoomi said, raising your head to check if you swallowed everything without leaving a drop.

You licked your lips as you lazily looked up at Kiyoomi with a smirk “Geez, you’re so dirty, Omi.”

“Right? I would tell the team but no one would believe me.” Atsumu added “Who would think ya were like this?”

“You two never know when to keep your mouth’s shut.” he frowned “Miya, sit up.”

“Yes, sir.” he said mockingly.

“You want more?” he asked you, your eyes shining when he pulled your hair, making a groan escape your throat “Of course you do.”

Atsumu sat up in bed, looking at both of you with such hunger in his eyes as he stroked himself over the clothes.

“Take them off.” Kiyoomi ordered in his direction, and who was Atsumu to deny him? No one. Much less when his cock was crying in his shorts.

He moaned in relief as the cold air of the room hit his hot skin. Your eyes looked at his cock with desire, and you couldn’t hide that from Kiyoomi.

“Oh, you’re salivating for this.” Kiyoomi pushed your head towards Atsumu’s cock “Suck.”

You looked up at Atsumu, he looked at you with a mix of lust, amusement, and like he really wanted this.

“Don’t mind if I do...” you whispered, leaning towards his tip before taking all his length in one go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Atsumu moaned, raising his hips, making you gag.

Kiyoomi stepped back as he watched the scene, slowly fucking onto his fist.

Your head was only pulled out of Atsumu’s cock to catch air before you suck it all again, drool coming out of the corner of your lips. It was sloopy, lewd, vulgar. It was perfect.

The dark haired watched without missing a detail. He saw Atsumu’s hand pulling your hair, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the lewdest sounds escaped his lips. You were cupping his balls, stroking them as you pressed your thighs against eachother, trying to get friction where you were the most needier.

“Such filthy sluts.” he said, Atsumu looked up at him, red cheeks and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

“Omi.” he moaned “W-wanna fuck her, please. Need to fuck her.”

“You wanna fuck her?” he said, getting behind you as you were on your knees “You think she’s ready?”

Kiyoomi grabbed your hips, raising them until you were standing on your feet again, making you arch your back to continue sucking Atsumu’s cock, an uncomfortable position that you didn’t even mind, you were so concentrated in how good Atsumu was throbbing in your mouth.

“She’s so wet.” he said, looking at the wet spot on your jeans; he pulled them down in one go along with your panties.

“Omi.” Atsumu whined as he saw Kiyoomi gripping your ass.

“You’re so whiny.” he sighed, sliding one finger into your pussy.

Your lips separated from Atsumu’s cock to let out a loud moan, that was quickly silenced by Atsumu pushing his manhood down your throat once again.

“Shit, it feels better now.” Atsumu groaned, your moans send vibrations up his body “Keep her moanin’ like that.”

Kiyoomi scoffed, sliding a second finger inside you “I don’t think she’s ready, she’s squeezing me.”

“Like that!” Atsumu quickly spoke “Want her like that. Wanna cum inside her.” he whimpered.

“Hm…” Kiyoomi thought about it for a bit. Could you take it?

Does it matter?

Your lips separated from Atsumu’s cock with a ‘pop’ sound, Kiyoomi pulled you up, carrying you as if you weighed nothing; expected from a professional athlete.

“You better put up a show for me.” Kiyoomi said, sitting you on Atsumu’s lap, your back against his chest.

Atsumu immediately gripped your hips, and when you less knew it, his cock was already sliding inside of you.

“Fuck! Atsumu!” you moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“God, yer right, Omi.” Atsumu said, thrusting onto you “She’s so tight.”

Kiyoomi sat up in one of the chairs in front of the bed, his eyes focused on Atsumu’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

Atsumu messily took your shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room as he kissed your neck, fucking you silly.

“Give me a break.” you whimpered, turning your head towards Atsumu’s.

“Yer squeezin’ me, ya like how I fuck ya?” he turned his head to look at you for a few seconds before his eyes locked with Kiyoomi’s “Like whatcha see?”

Kiyoomi groaned as he moved his hand faster around his cock. As much as he hated you two, as insufferable as you were, both of you were so gorgeous. Everything he looked for in a man was in Atsumu, and everything he looked for in a woman was in you.

Atsumu’s head turned again and captured your lips into a messy kiss, tongues intertwined as he kept fucking you like it was his last day on this earth.

You were so turned on, you hadn’t feel like this in a while, you could feel your own wetness go down your ass. Was it because of Kiyoomi watching? Atsumu fucking you? Both of them willing to make you drunk in cock?

“Cumming! I’m cumming!” you whimpered, drool going down your chin.

“Cum fer me, pretty.” Atsumu said, kissing and sucking your neck as he took his hand to rub your clit.

You closed your eyes, feeling like you were about to pass out as your legs started shaking uncontrollably while you came on the spot.

Atsumu stopped moving for a second, you were able took a deep breath before you felt him pushing into you again.

“W-wait!” you quickly opened your eyes, looking down at his cock sliding up into you again, his thrusts becoming more deep, reaching that gummy spot that made you whimper like a kicked puppy.

“Need to cum too.” he moaned.

“I c-can’t.” you cried, your vision was so blurry that you barely managed to see Kiyoomi standing in front of you.

“Shh…” he whispered as he pushed your head down, his tip hitting your lips before you opened them welcoming to start sucking him.

Atsumu hit you rough from behind, his thrusts pushing you more into Kiyoomi’s cock, you felt as if you were flying, being barely able to breathe.

“Cummin’!” Atsumu announced, and your walls squeezed him “Ah— Don’t worry, pretty, gonna cum inside ya.”

You felt Atsumu’s warm sperm painting your insides, and that was enough to take you into a second orgasm.

Your lips separated from Kiyoomi’s cock, moaning loudly before you felt Kiyoomi cumming too— in your face.

“Fuck, Miya, look at this.” Kiyoomi said, looking down at your face.

Your eyes were half closed, cum going down your red, puffy cheeks, mouth open in a perfect oval as you tried to catch some air.

Atsumu grabbed you from behind again, pushing you against his chest so he’ll be able to see your face.

“Ah, do I get some too? Finally.” he smirked before he leaned towards your face, licking Kiyoomi’s cum out of your face.

“You’re so disgusting.” Kiyoomi mumbled, keeping his eyes on both of you while his cock slowly hardened again.

“Yer not fun.” he snickered, his hand grabbing Kiyoomi’s cock, making him groan “It’s yer turn, Omi-Omi.”

With one hand he kept you in place while the other one lined Kiyoomi’s cock with your abused pussy.

“Wait…I can’t.” you mumbled, lazily opening your eyes to look down.

“Ya can, pretty, don’t worry.” Atsumu chuckled quietly, slowly pushing Kiyoomi’s head into your pussy until Kiyoomi himself pushed all of his length inside of you.

You moaned, biting your lip as you leaned back onto Atsumu’s warmth.

“She’s awake?” Kiyoomi said, starting to slowly thrust inside of you.

“She is.” Atsumu nodded, slowly making circles on your back with his thumb, moving your hair aside so it wouldn’t stick onto your forehead.

“Now, this is the only way you two can agree on something and work as two civil people?” you mumbled, groaning when Atsumu gripped your hips, keeping you in place as Kiyoomi fucked onto you.

“It’s amazin’, isn’t it?” Atsumu smirked “We found somethin’ else to do outside of court.”

“We should’ve kept it in you and I torturing him, not you and him torturing me.”

“Ya like this better, don’t lie.” he chuckled “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya…I don’t know about him though.”

You glanced at Kiyoomi pounding your pussy, his hands under your knees, keeping your legs open.

“Wait, what?” you said, then a loud gasp escaped your lips when Atsumu started pushing his tip on your ass.

“Mm…” he hummed, slowly pushing onto you, using your own fluids as lube.

Your legs were almost completely numb, and your moans were becoming louder and louder as Atsumu’s cock slid completely inside your hole. Now with Kiyoomi thrusting onto your pussy, and Atsumu’s cock being kept inside of your ass, you felt yourself reaching your climax again.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, Omi!” you whimpered.

Atsumu clicked his tongue “I didn’t even get to move and yer already cummin’? Disrespectful if ya ask me.”

Atsumu gripped your waist as he slowly pulled his cock out, then he pushed it all in again, grabbing a peace with Kiyoomi so when his cock was out, his was in.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, your mouth completely open and nothing but whimpers and moans escaped your throat.

“Damn, Omi.” a mix of a chuckle and a moan escaped Atsumu’s lips “She’s takin’ us so well.”

Kiyoomi took one of his hands to your mouth, sliding three fingers in, making your moans become nothing but muffled babbling.

“She can take us at the same time? She’s such a needy slut. She was born for this.” Kiyoomi’s words made a sob escape your lips “Look how she’s licking my fingers, no doubt she could take another cock in her mouth too.”

“Ahah! That would be hot as hell, Omi-Omi.” Atsumu whimpered, smiling like a kid in a candy store as he slapped your butt, leaving a red mark.

“Cu-cumming…” they were barely able to catch your words thanks to Kiyoomi’s fingers in your mouth.

Every sound inside this room was lewd, Kiyoomi’s balls crashing against your skin, Atsumu’s hand slapping your butt, your moans mixed with theirs. Everything was just perfectly measured to send chills down your spine, and to make your reach probably one of the hardest orgasm you ever had.

Even after you came, Kiyoomi and Atsumu kept pushing inside of you, fucking you into overstimulation; you sobbed as your nails dig onto Atsumu’s arms.

“Fuck— Hey, ‘m not the only one fuckin’ ya here, why take it out on me?” Atsumu whined, taking his hand to rub your clit.

A scream escaped your lips as you squirmed on his arms “T-too much!”

“It’s okay.” Kiyoomi mumbled “I’m about to cum, and he’s probably there too.”

“I could go all day, just so ya know.” Atsumu said in a cocky tone, biting his lip.

“Well, the way you’re moaning like a bitch in heat tells me otherwise.” Kiyoomi groaned “I’m gonna cum.” he repeated, his thrusts becoming messy as he reached his own orgasm.

Kiyoomi came inside of you, giving one last thrust to make sure his cum was deep inside of you before he pulled out.

“Give me a s-second.” Atsumu whimpered, pushing deep inside of you as Kiyoomi slid his fingers inside of you.

“F-fuck! Fuck!” you moaned.

“Come on, one more.” Kiyoomi said, starting fucking you with his long fingers.

Atsumu’s thrusts and lips on your neck mixed with Kiyoomi’s fingers inside you were enough, and not even 10 seconds after Kiyoomi put his fingers inside of you, you were cumming again.

“Shit—” Atsumu moaned, cumming inside of you too “A-ah…”

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds, Atsumu pulled out of you and Kiyoomi pulled his fingers out, but you didn’t even feel it.

Their voices felt far from you for a few seconds before you were actually able to make up what they were saying.

“Yer with us?” Atsumu said, slowly rubbing your back.

“She’s fine.” Kiyoomi said, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

You opened your eyes to look at both of them “You two are monsters.”

Atsumu snickered “Hey, Omi, next time let’s bring a third guy, hm? Ya said she could definitely take another cock in her pretty mouth.”

Kiyoomi’s lips curled up. Now that wasn’t a bad idea.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

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[quinloki]

hi again!! i’m here to ask about corazón, killer, and drake (i love big dudes) for the kinky one piece game!

how do you think they feel about:

- lingerie (wearing or on a partner)

- sensory deprivation

- overstimulation (giving or receiving)

this game is so fun and i’m loving all the content ur making for it! <3 (:

I love (legitimately) "hi again" from an anon xD ♥ Like you're a collective of borg or something. (and now I have a mental image of a borg ship with "yay quin" banners or something and that makes me grin. )

I, also, love big dudes (thank you One Piece for giving me a stronger big dudes kink, btw), and I love these options for this =D

Alright, let's get into this and we'll shake up the order a little bit, and go alphabetically.

Donquixote Rosinante:

Lingerie - FUCK Yes - this is a man who can appreciate the finer things in life, even if he's not nearly as driven as his brother to obtain them. A man of simple pleasures, he's happy to have you in whatever state you can offer, but dolled up in lingerie is a feast for the senses. He'll drink in the look of you, and his hands won't stop moving as they slowly strip away the things he wants to. He's highly unlikely to tear anything off of you, preferring to see you wear it again, but he'll certainly tease you as he strips you.

As for wearing it, you could convince him easily enough. He's not going to let anyone else see, and you have to hope his clumsiness doesn't kick in while he's trying to put it on. But he won't be uncomfortable with it, and he'll enjoy your enjoyment of it.

Sensory Deprivation - He starts at a Sure, he turns into a Oh god you don't even know - I posit that Rosi's clumsiness is partially due to his inability to be duplicitous. He's really bad at it, which is unnerving for a guy who is undercover a lot. Thus it manifests in just wild acts of clumsiness - but that said, when no one's watching him he's incredibly skilled. (Also if he's not undercover or needing to be undercover, his clumsiness eases up a lot, imo).

But covering your eyes, dampening your hearing, standing out of your reach and teasing you with feathers, fingers, kisses, etc. he revels in the sounds that come from you. Those nervous, laughter-edged gasps of pleasure and soft moans of delight are music to his ears. The shiver and twitch of your body, tentative hands reaching out to try and find him, muscles flexing against the pleasure - deprivation that it might be for you, it's a feast for him.

Over-stimulation - Yes - He loves the pleasure of it. Both the giving and receiving of it, as it's nice to lay back and let you pump pleasure into his body until he can't take. The only thing that keeps it from rating higher is that he's not keen on causing his partner pain. So he's always minding that thin, thin line between pleasure and hell.

He wants you to lose your mind to the pleasure, but he doesn't want it to start to hurt. He can take the pain when it happens, that's his job, but it's not for you. Even if you like a little pain in your love life he's going to struggle to provide it a little bit.

X Drake:

Lingerie - FUCK Yes - for both you wearing it and him wearing it. Look, he's 99% dom as I've said before, 50/50 on the top/bottom prospect, but what he does have is a lil' humiliation kink. Lingerie plays to it very nicely (feels nice to wear it too), especially if you start praising how good he looks. You can see his face and chest light up like a christmas tree.

Drake can both preserve your lingerie and rip it off you - depends on his mood (and your say in it. Some lingerie is for destruction, some of it's expensive.)

Sensory Deprivation - Oh god you don't even know - Drake's big button is control. He does enough undercover work where he has to let go of control for things to progress that he doesn't like letting go of the reigns in the bedroom. For the same reasons he prefers to be in control, he's good at it - you have to snatch the reigns fast when the opportunity arises, after all.

Sensory deprivation is controlling what you do and don't sense, and this man revels in it. That whole Predatory/Prey kicks in a little too, and as much as he tries to keep it under control, it certainly adds to things in this case. You at least look like prey, unsure of where he is, unsure of what will happen next, what kind of pleasure or pain will find you - how long the game will last before you're devoured.

And he loves to swing Sensory Deprivation straight into --

Over-stimulation - Oh god you don't even know - Two sides of the same coin, Drake loves both over stim and sensory deprivation. There's an element of control to each, and taking you from one extreme to the next is the height of his desire. It's like sitting in a warm Jacuzzi and then having someone toss you into an ice-cold pool. There's a rush to it - for him and you - and he'll keep that rush going for hours if there's time enough for it.

Often you won't even get your senses back as you're being over-stimulated, completely in his hands and lost in pleasure. You might feel like you're drowning in it, but you won't need to fear actual drowning, Drake won't let you get hurt in that way.

Killer:

Lingerie - Oh god you don't even know - He can be gentle with it, but let this man just wreck some of it as often as possible. Tearing holes into fishnets, ripping lacy pieces off you like wrapping. Even if you've explained something isn't for destruction, you can still feel his fingers and muscles flex with a need. That heated wall of muscle against you, hot heavy breath pouring over your skin, a deep voice sinking into your core, praising you for gifting him like this. It's not often he struggles to hold back, but there's just something about it.

And he'll wear it - Sure/Yes - he's not against putting it on, but it's not going to do a whole lot for him that way. There's no humiliation in it for him, clothes are clothes when they're on him. He'll flex and flaunt though, he knows he looks damn good.

Sensory Deprivation - FUCK Yes - the little gasps and whimpers, the sensation of practically getting to hunt you down, he enjoys it. He can be a little cruel with it, leaving you completely untouched for long stretches of time as you try to find him or call out for him. What senses you have left straining to find him to the point that you sometimes jump at absolutely nothing.

He'll tease you until you're begging him for his touch, and then he'll shift into --

Over-stimulation - Oh god you don't even know - This is one of Killer's favorite things, and he's all in for it to be done To Him as much as he is to do it to you. Pain or pleasure doesn't matter, the idea is to drown in it, to let it soak down into your bones and bring you to the brink again and again.

Whether you're dominating him or not, he can get caught up in your pleasure just as well. Cumming over and over again along with you, keeping himself in check just enough to be able to keep watch over you as you writhe and squirm and beg beneath him. You're beautiful to him all the time, but you're nearly divine during these moments.

Kinky one Piece head canons

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[sakuraryomen01]

Hands on the Desk /Gamer Gojo x reader x Getou/ [NNN drabble]

warnings: part two of gamer gojo . thigh riding . cock-warming . orders from getou (rare) . fingering . cam-girl reader (sort of for getou's situation) . mentions of 'more later' . lowercase writing (i'm tired lol)

reader: female reader

plot: cuddling with your boyfriend while he played got out of hand the moment you started squirming in your place in his lap, sparking an idea in his mind for a little break from the game

words: 963

a/n:: y'all loved the drabble so I decided to make another part for it in the NNN episodes.. Sorry these are so late btw, I wanted to make at least two to let me write easier the next few days.. ^^;

. . .

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

Lips sore from the constant attention they received, your cheeks hot knowing that someone else was watching, even if it was by video call. Swollen and rubbed raw, Gojo let out a giggle at your flustered face, letting his two fingers rub and abuse your sensitive clit.

"You look winded, darling," Gojo teased, his blue eyes sparkling like diamonds or sapphires. "If you need to rest your head, my shoulders are willing, hehe~"

"Stop being dorky, Satoru."

Gojo's lips twitched in irritation, a dark look covering his white lashes as he turned to his monitor. "No one asked you, Suguru~!"

You gave a giggle, catching Gojo's attention again as a smile spread across his angel-like face. A lustful groan leaving him when you rolled your his palm, letting out a whimper.

"So dirty, baby," Gojo bit his lip, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck and peppering soft pecks against it. "Such a good girl you are. Can't wait for Suguru to see how I fuck you, huh?"

"M-Mhm.." You whimpered again, Gojo's fingers scissoring inside you as you continued to moan. "Nggh.. Satoru.. mmff~"

As his fingers dug inside deeper, rubbing against your weak spot, you heard somewhat the same squelching noises and male groans over the speaker. Gojo, without a doubt noticed, and smirked.

Getou was getting off to the sight of your pussy and the coo of your voice, and Gojo could understand why. It was so erotic; the way your bottom lips fluttered and dripped around his large fingers. How they slowly turned a rosy shade of red from the stimulation. When his fingers slipped in and out so easily, accommodating to their size as he prepared you for something larger later.

It was so sexy, and Gojo was very proud to get you this way.

"M-Mmh.. Satoru.. please, I want it!" You whimper, panting and squirming in the man's lap. A laugh makes you shiver as Gojo's hand squeezed your hip.

"Want what?" He questioned, lifting your shirt and exposing your breasts to the camera. "Want me to play with your nipples? Huh?"

With a quick twist of your nipple and a kiss to your neck, you were nodding and trembling. Another orgasm being ripped from your insides as your boyfriend's fingers pulled from your soft sex. Your gooey slick coating his fingers deliciously, making him lick his lips and lift them up.

Gojo's tongue darted from its confines and licked all over his digits. A satisfied groan escaped him, looking down at you once his fingers popped out of his mouth.

"Tasty!" He giggled, putting you directly onto his cock and rubbing the now dripping tip against your slick hole. "Want me to put it inside, baby?"

And just then, Getou's voice rang over the mic. "Hurry up, Satoru."

He's rather impatient today, huh?

After a few moments of bickering, Gojo lifted you up enough to push his pink tipped head inside you. The stretch making your tremble, slowly filling you up, a choked whimper leaving you. Once it was halfway, Gojo held your thighs and rocked his hips up into you at a gentle pace.

"A-Aah.." You mewled, closing your eyes and pushing your hips down to meet Gojo's thrusts. An excited chuckle behind you told you he was enjoying your movements too.

"Place your hands on the desk, cutie." Getou ordered in the video call, a quiet groan leaving him once you had done as you were told.

You knew he probably had his headphones plugged in, his eyes glued to his screen. Watching your face contorted with pleasure and a little pain from the thick stretch. Gojo's hands rubbed and grabbed and squeezed every part of you he could, his cock throbbing and knocking on your womb with every thrust.

Letting out a few mewls and moans, Gojo's hands never leaving your hips, Getou mumbled little praises here and there.

"So good for him, huh?"

"Keep rubbing that clit, Y/n."

"Your pussy stretches so nicely around him."

While Getou was mumbling dirty things from his mic, Gojo was also whimpering little praises and complaints as well.

"Focus on me, cutie!"

"You're not riding his cock, are ya?"

"Oh, fuck.. I wanna cum inside ya, cutie!"

Panting behind you, Gojo lifts his hand to slap your ass. A bright red mark appears in moments on the area, a yelp eliciting from your throat in a flustered haze. So much was going on, but not a thought flew through your mind.

Your body was too over stimulated to let your thoughts fill your brain, only letting a choked mewl or gasp leave you as Gojo's tip pounded into your pussy's hilt. Your stomach tensed, your ass raises, an intense shiver being shot down your spine as an orgasm hits you like a train.

"O-Oh.. fuck!" You cry, squeezing the life out of Gojo's cock and making him cum as well. The hot springs of his semen spilling inside you as a groan leaves the white haired male.

"Fuckk.." He sighs, slowing you down until you were rested comfortably on his lap.

Hair stuck to his forehead as sweat collected on his brows, head rested back on the gaming chair he was currently dirting. With a little wince, Gojo lifted you off of his cock with a sloppy pop. The soft member flops from your sex to land between his thighs, a thin string of white still connecting the wet body parts together.

There was a groan from Gojo's screen as Getou also finished and the room soon filled with panting breaths and dirty sighs.

After a few minutes, Gojo ran a hand down your side and back up to your chest, gently massaging your tits with an almost god-like coo.

"Want to go again, cutie?"

a/n: felt this needed a part two since you guys r crazy for the first drabble! anyways, hope you enjoyed this one, though it's just picking up from part one! i also hope to get back onto schedule and post the next NNN drabble sometime tmrw if i get it done by the time i hope it to be \\>_>\\

Request Warnings: You may send in asks and requests for fluffy and smut episodes for NNN! Anyone and anything! (If I do not know the character/anime I will let you know and I hope to not disappoint.)

Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see you next time!

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[vashtijoy]

Hey there! First off, I wanted to thank you for all your analyses and thoughts on P5 - they've really helped deepen my appreciation of this monster of a game! Now, onto the question (why yes I did create a Tumblr just to ask this, ha) - when do you think Akiren was arrested? I'd guess late March from context clues (or a little earlier if he's from a warmer place), but a couple weeks seems like a really quick turnaround to be placed in Sojiro's care. Curious to know what your thoughts are!

Wow, thank you! That's really kind of you. Great journal name, BTW.

I don't think it will have been two weeks. IMO it will have been some time the previous year, most likely in the summer holiday. Ren is out after dark, and he and the woman are both lightly dressed. You can see green leaves on the trees in the background—this is not definitive by any means, but by September, leaves on trees in P5 tend to have faded to brown, while in March the trees tend to be pink and in blossom.

(Also, notice how built-up this area is, and how tall the buildings are. A lot of people think Ren is from somewhere like Inaba, but this scene makes it look like he's from somewhere more like a regional capital.)

Ren is what's known as a "Type 1 Juvenile" (p. 123)—he's been sentenced to probation by the family/juvenile court, for at most until his 20th birthday. After a year, he can be discharged from probation if he's behaved himself:

If the probationer has complied with their conditions and has led a sound life for at least a year, the Director of the Probation Office can permit an early discharge.

Note that "live a sound life". We see it quite often in the top right-hand corner, as "live an honest student life". And that period of a year that Sojiro keeps bringing up is important—Ren won't have been allowed to sit around waiting for the new school year; he's likely just been sentenced, and reported in short order to Leblanc.

How long was the trial process? Ohya mentions in her confidant that she looked into Ren's conviction and thought it was obviously unsafe: "I have to say though, the ruling made in your case was really odd. Some kind of deal must have gone down behind the scenes to make sure that was the end result."

So it was probably rushed through. But it's Japan—even a rushed trial is going to chew up a fair amount of time. The prosecutors have to investigate and compile reports that make them look good and not corrupt, the trial date has to be set, the judge has to read everyone's reports and make a decision (Japanese trials are often essentially conducted on paper). Then there's sentencing and appeal. Then Ren's professional probation officer in his hometown (Sojiro is a volunteer probation officer, or VPO) has to find a school that will take him and a place for him to stay and (technically) receive guidance.

Could it be seven months or so, August-ish to March? Probably easily, yeah.

why doesn't he repeat a year

So if Ren is arrested around August 2015, and started his first year of high school in April 2015, why doesn't he repeat the year?

Well, first of all, do we know Ren is 16? Could he have been in his second year in his home town? I think we would have heard about this, honestly—someone would mention that he looks too old, or Kamoshida would have mentioned that the terrible transfer student is Repeating A Year. Ren likely is the same age as the rest of his year group.

While it's almost unheard-of for children in Japanese elementary and middle schools to repeat years, it's quite common in high schools. You can repeat for not getting good enough grades, or for poor attendance. But repeating must be approved. If you're seen as having, say, a poor attitude? You're likely to be politely told to shove it, and move up with the rest of your year.

I don't think we can fairly say that post-conviction Ren is perceived as having a good attitude. He certainly is not at Shujin. I think Kobayakawa threw him into the second year not caring too much if he sank or swam.

Ren also may not have been expelled from his original school until he was convicted—which would mean, based on this timeline, that he did get most of his first year of high school.

#asks #persona 5 #p5 meta #ren amamiya

[cloudwhisper23]

Say hello to the draft that I was working on but will now be reworking bc it's supposed to fit the prompt "Meet-cute" but cannot bc reasons

(This is a Grumbo fic btw)

Mumbo would never admit to himself that he was addicted to the cookies from the shop down the road. Even after friends constantly teased him about how much he went to the shop specifically to buy chocolate chip cookies from the same shop, he refused to admit it. Even after the owner knew him well and didn’t even have to ask his order or tell him the price for the cookies, Mumbo did not claim to be addicted to the cookies.

But then, the shop closed. Mumbo was suddenly without cookies as the store owner moved away for the sake of family. Mumbo couldn’t be mad about that. He did however, have a problem now.

On more than one occasion, Mumbo tried to bake cookies. Really, he became quite good at it. It was all about taking things in measure, just like the redstone he did for his work. But they just weren’t the same as the cookies from the old shop.

Naturally, when he received his next commission, he was more than a little distracted. He needed to get his mind off the disappointment and need for those cookies, so he accepted the deal without thinking.

Now, looking at what it entailed, Mumbo was more than a little nervous. It was a building project, and he’d need to work closely with a builder. Grian.

Mumbo had heard of the builder before. The man was good, finding ways to make any build even more magnificent by adjusting a few small details on the outside. It should have been an honor to work with him.

But Grian didn’t care for redstone. He broke it deliberately wherever he went, or so people said. All clues pointed to Grian hating redstone even, considering it worthless.

Mumbo fiddled with his pen. Even if Grian didn’t want to work with a redstoner, he was unfortunately stuck with Mumbo. Even if Mumbo dreaded meeting the man, he still had to meet up with Grian in order to organize the space to fit all the requirements for both of them to get paid.

This was going to end poorly.

Grian was running late. He had to meet up with the redstone guy in less than an hour, but he needed to pick up the cookies for the build-swap competition later, so he ran to Scar’s bakery first. The poor man tried to strike up a conversation with Grian, who gritted his teeth as he paid and practically ran out of there.

Just to run into a well-dressed man on the street. Who happened to be carrying a thermos of tea with the lid off.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Grian said as the man set the thermos on the ground to shed his drenched suit jacket.

“Just a bit of misfortune, mate. I doubt you meant it.” The man sighed. “It is just my luck though.”

“Can I pay you back somehow? Help you out?”

“Nah. I just needed to make a good first impression, but that’s out the window now.”

“Sorry…”

“Nothing can be done about it, I’m afraid.” The man shot him a weary smile.

“Can I offer you a cookie?” Grian asked weakly, hoping to somehow salvage the encounter a little bit.

The man’s mustache twitched slightly, and Grian had to hide a small smile. He was a very attractive man, even if he thought he was suddenly underdressed. “I suppose I could take a cookie…”

The man chewed slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Hm. Where did you get these?”

“…Goodtimes Baked Goods,” Grian replied. He still wasn’t quite sure what to make of the man.

He nodded to himself. “Well, I appreciate the cookie. I must be on my way now. Goodbye, erm…”

“Grian.”

“Gr… Grian?” The man stumbled over his words. “Goodness me! Well, this is certainly awkward.”

Grian blinked. “Awkward?”

“Yes, well, you see, my name is, erm. I’m Mumbo Jumbo.”

Grian stared. This was the guy he was supposed to be collaborating with? Well, there were worse things, he supposed. “So you do redstone.”

“Yeah.” Mumbo Jumbo scratched his neck sheepishly. “And you’re a builder.”

“We’re meant to be meeting up in 20 minutes.”

“Yeah.”

#cloud writes #I'll fix it #trying to complete all the March prompts so I can throw it together for an Ao3 fic #grumbo #waffle duo #unfinished draft

[yojeongin]

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — 21: WHEN LOVE AND DEATH EMBRACE

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

synopsis: coming to terms with how much he likes you; jaemin plots to finally confess what he feels. that is until he overhears something he shouldn't and the opening song to your mixtape manages to taunt him, adding salt to his wound.

wc: 1.8k+

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an: ignore the handwriting and btw I edited the letter so don't think I kissed the paper ☠️ the playlist in the master list is the mixtape yn made him so if you want to listen to that while reading feel free to do so. the song he's listening to is the title of this part.

Jaemin knew you were on the way, he knew your schedule by heart at this point. He had stayed home for the day after receiving an email from work letting him know no shoots were scheduled. This gave him the perfect amount of time to finish his other projects before continuing with the search for a perfect bouquet for the day he was to confess. 

He had it all perfectly planned in his mind. The flowers, the letters, the brownie shape and chocolate— everything. On that day by this time he would call the station and tell them to play that Shakira song that helped the blossoming of this relationship. Only a week and a half till spring, perfect timing on Mother Nature. 

In the minute he had to spare until you came by to pick up your cat, Jaemin rushed to the bathroom in order to take a shower. Wanting to be fresh and clean in your presence especially since he didn’t have time to do it earlier while preparing things. 

Jaemin was excited, he felt his heart flutter with the thought of you. Even the scenario in his head was making him gush like a schoolgirl. His face scrunched when he smiled and his cheeks instantly turned red. Maybe it was because of the warm water but he’d like to think it was because of you. 

No one could take that excitement from him, at least not in the moment. That is until he heard your voice from the entrance letting him know you were finally there. 

There again his cheeks began to redden and your name couldn’t stop bouncing off the walls of his brain. Jaemin was happy to know you’re there. Although when he turned off the shower and heard the words clearly, his heart began sinking with every single one. 

“Let’s say he does confess, then what would you say?”

“… I don’t feel the same. You know this, I thought you were joking— does it sound harsh?”

Mark hums in agreement, an apologetic smile following. 

“Okay, um; I’m sorry I don’t feel the same way. You’re a good friend and I’ll always be there for you but I can’t reciprocate these feelings… better?”

Mark nods, sipping on his tea, “Simple but straightforward. Nice enough.”

Jaemin didn’t pay attention afterwards. He started contemplating his decision and Mark’s insistence on confessing to you when he was now listening to what he believed you’d tell him in response. 

Why would Mark do this? He’s not cruel but this sure seems like it. Jaemin doesn’t want to think badly of his friend but the coincidences are insane and now Jaemin wasn’t feeling good. He felt like a fool and all he wanted to do was lay in bed. He didn’t have the willpower to hang out anymore, eat, or do anything. Sleep was calling his name, at least to wallow his sadness. 

But poor Jaemin didn’t hear things correctly, if anything he’s jumping into conclusions. 

When you had arrived, Mark had welcomed you in. All three cats running to you like Minino had to Jaemin that night that sealed the deal for you. Asking about your day and how things were going until he brought up your friend Sunwoo. He was curious about it, after all you hadn’t updated him and he was too nosy to wait. 

“Sunwoo hasn’t said anything yet?” You shake your head, giving him a side frown. “He hasn’t really talked to me these days. It's odd he used to text me daily but Winter told us to pass by her place so I’ll be seeing him there.” 

Mark looks at his lap, Fabian, Mrs. Raghavan’s cat had taken a liking to the older male. “Do you think your posts about Jaemin are getting to him?” The mention of it made your stomach churn. Does he feel that strong to not talk to you after you find a lover? No, he couldn’t stoop this low. 

God, you were really begging he didn’t feel that way about you and you were making it all up. Next time you’re not going to let your friends flirt with you as a joke. At some point it won’t be a joke or it’ll fuck with your psyche. 

“Hopefully not. He did just move up to League 1. Maybe they’ve been beating his ass in training.” 

“Maybe…” 

But that wasn’t enough for Mark, he was still overthinking things as you were. What a tremendous duo.  

You exhale in defeat. If he does muster to finally talk to you and it’s for this, then you hope he understands. You only want Jaemin and Jaemin alone. 

Jaemin: the man that plagues your mind and heart. The man you couldn’t stand for years; that ‘hatred’ getting thrown out the window in just months of being around him. He was sweet, kind, and loving. Maybe if you had given him the chance to speak that same night you met, this would’ve flourished sooner but let's hope Spring helps you out and brings this love into fruition. 

The sound of a door opening caught both of your attention, Jaemin coming out of the bathroom. His hair was damp and face was red from the warmth that emitted from the room but he looked ever so pretty.  

Just by looking at him, a wide smile slapped itself onto your face, feeling your entire face muscles pull in pain from how hard he made you smile. Your body had a mind of itself, he had barely come midway when you had reached him. As disappointed as he was, his heart betrayed him and mimicked your smile. 

How he loved you. 

“Did Minino pay you any trouble?” You question sheepishly, holding your lower back, softly rocking on your heels. Mark wanted to take a picture of this, everyone should see the way you two interact.

Jaemin shakes his head, crouching down to take a hold of your cat that ran towards him like you did. “He’s very lovely, yn. Don’t underestimate him.” He was right but he’s always been a little shit to you. Maybe that’s just nature, kids tend to be like that with their safe parent. 

“Right, well, I have your mixtapes!” The pep in your voice made his heart churn. You sound so happy but his heart was in pain. “I ended up caving and making you a playlist, I’ll send you the link in a bit. I also put them all in a memory just in case.” 

“Jesus Christ, what else?” Mark cuts into the conversation with a giggle, putting his phone down. “If I knew how to make a vinyl I’d do that too.” You tell him, handing Jaemin the pile of music reproductions. He smiles tenderly at the thought, imagining you in the process of burning and scoring the disk.

He inspected the decorations, his heart swelling with the red markings that mirror the organ in the cutesy way. Jaemin must’ve been too focused on the cute drawings that he didn’t notice your intent loving gaze. 

“You didn’t put the songs anywhere.” He searches through each item, that is until he the feeling of paper rubs against his fingers. A letter.Lifting his head and seeing the sparkles in your eyes. He smiles, warmth coursing through his body. One could call it anticipation of what it contains.

“Yeah I wanted it to be a surprise but I think you can figure out what songs will be there… Read that on your own time.” you whisper the last part; his smile doesn’t fade but grows instead; millions of songs flooding his mind. But regardless of how thankful and appreciative his words spewed, his heart still felt heavy and ready to explode.

If you hadn’t broken the silence, Jaemin feared he’d have to dramatically run away to his bedroom to wallow from the misunderstanding while reading every written word you’ve given to him. 

“Well I’d really like to listen to it with you but Winter invited us all to her place. Something about the restaurant giving a bonus to whoever makes a wowing dish so she wants us to try her stuff.” 

You giggle, Mark laughs interrupting, “I think Shotaro said something similar. They’re really determined huh?” you agree, throwing him a glance that soon belonged to the man before you.

Jaemin had been more silent than usual and you couldn’t deny finding it weird but didn’t want to prod. He takes his job insanely seriously so there’s a chance this is his only day to relax (not considering all the work he’s done all day).

But he didn’t even bat an eye when you told him about wanting to listen to the mixtape with him and that pit in your heart couldn’t help but feel hurt. Now you feared how he’d react to your letter.

No. You have to learn to not be clingy. He needs his own space too.

“Okay well I have to go get ready, night guys… night Jaemin.” Your body contradicts your mind, kissing his cheek good night and giving him a goodbye hug to tie the knot. Your actions created a whirlwind in his mind, soul, gut, and body. His heart swells but it also pains him. 

How can someone act this way when they’re bound to break his heart? 

He wanted nothing more than to return the gestures but when he decided to at least return the hug, you had parted from and walked towards the door, Mark trailing behind. 

Before you could leave, the older male opens the door for you, giving a supportive smile. “Good luck.” He whispers with regard to your football player friend. With a tight lipped smile and nod bidding him good night, a sigh escapes your nostrils. “Right, thank you.” 

With that you make way to your door, unlocking it and stepping in. When Mark was confident you were safe and sound he closed the door, he swiveled around, his attention robbed by the bright beautiful bouquet of flowers that had been dropped off by a client of Jaemin.

His exact words being: “They’re for yn. I’ll give them to her when she comes by for Minino.” A bright and wide smile slapped across his beautiful face. 

Seeing them on the counter had made him recall the interaction. Figuring Jaemin was still in his presence, Mark turns to notify him but his friend is no longer there. His words never left his lips, instead they’re sealed with a frown, wondering about his friend’s sudden demeanor. 

The feeling had calmed down; behind the shut door that belonged to Jaemin, there was an emanating sound of a yearning guitar rift through his CD player, booming the first song of the mixtape. If it was loud enough for Mark, then you surely heard it through the shared wall you and your future lover shared.

‘I’m in love with you and it’s crushin’ my heart… All I want is you to take me into your arms.`

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[runningatypufullspeed]

@vostokmcclellan you have no clue what you have just unleashed within me. You reap what you sow. You have asked, and you shall DEFINITELY receive

Intoduction to C,honny jash 🔥🔥🔥 (no way fire... like from *gets shot)

CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER OKAY. OKAY. so chonny jash is this really cool singer guy song cover man on YouTube he makes some really good goddamn music and if you like tally hall, will wood, lemon demon (all other alternative/indie music creators and bands) then you MIGHT like him.

I think his most popular work/the work that gets most people invested into his music in the first place would be his album CCCC (chonny’s charming chaos compendium) which is a cover album consisting of songs that were originally from tally hall before jash took the lyrics and the music and like. Molded it to fit his ocs. That’s the best way I can describe it.

The three main characters of this album would be Heart, Mind, and Soul, and people (including me) GO ABSOLUTELY NUTS OVER THEM jash’s writing and singing and like general music skills are so good if you want to get into this album I’d seriously consider checking out his mind electric video first (the twelve minute one, it has 3 songs in total and they all do a pretty good job of introducing all three characters respectively).

Not only is the music like REALLY FUCKING GOOD the entire. Differentiation between sepereate characters based off of jash's artistic skills thing + motifs/symbolism for each one is extremely well thought out and the relationships between the three of these guys are CRAZY and TOXIC and RIVETING and bottom line SUPER GODDAMN RELATABLE to the vast majority of those in his audience. I would definitely recommend it if you enjoy concept albums/piecing together a story based off of several songs for me it was certainly an arduous process but BOY was it rewarding.

The lore/message itself is mostly up to listener interpretation but I personally like to think of that album as being centered around how valuable self acceptance is, how important communication and understanding and empathy is in a relationship, learning to break free from the bars that society cages one within, and just general dealings/causations of psychological turmoil. I think that what I like the MOST about CCCC tho is how lax/free you can be with your interpretations. it allows a LOT of space for creative liberty and overall message variation, and I like that. I like that very much.

OH and if you enjoy witty lyricism/enjoy having a bunch of allusions that you can rabbit-hole yourself into then you’ll probably like chonny jash . His stuff is like a puzzle but in video/music form. Anyway chonny jash changed my life I think everybody should listen to and look at the lyrics of one of his songs at least once in their life this shit is so good

Tergun 🤤

AND . AND TRIGUN. TRIGUN ISN’T A VIDEO GAME it’S a space western anime. Well OKAY it was originally a manga from the 90s that got adapted into an anime in the late 90s and then ANOTHER newer anime in 2023 so it’s actually just a broad term for these 3 pieces of media .

This is very general btw and while all adaptations go about it in different ways all of them center around the same plot; humans completely NERFED earth so they sent out these ships in order to find another habitable planet, and this mission is called “project seeds”. Aboard these ships are a bunch of humans put into cold sleep but OBVIOUSLY they can’t survive without resources, so alongside the cold sleep people are these human-made organisms called “Plants” who produce the necessities + more that humans need to survive.

Still with me? Ok So everything’s all fine and dandy, but then suddenly due to an event that I cannot disclose because of spoiler related reasons these ships CRASH on a deserted sandy desolate planet, and the remaining humans are then forced to survive solely off of the remaining plants (since all the technology from the spacefaring age was lost in the crash).

Now that the worldbuilding stuff’s outta the way, the main character is this dude named Vash the Stampede who is constantly being chased and hunted down because of this CRAZY bounty he’s got on his head and this is where . The main themes of Trigun start to shine through. It’s about morality and the lives of other people, about the cycles of abuse that lead to why people do certain things and it dives quite deep into the psychological and philosophical aspects ESPECIALLY since this is like a “kill or be killed” world and the main character ALWAYS chooses NOT to kill, no matter what.

I started out with watching the newest adaptation (Trigun stampede) but there’s no right or wrong order to consume the three medias, so start with whichever one you’d like ,,,, assuming you do want to start watching it, anyway.

Judging from what little i know about ur interests, I think trigun would be more up your alley BUT ALSO chonny jash is so good ESPECIALLY CCCC AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU ENJOY A SMALLER AMOUNT OF CHARACTERS COUGH COUGH COUGH but it's ultimately up to you, this is all assuming you'd wanna delve into anything in the first place. anyway yeah rant over . 👍

#I know this is an f451 acc but bear with me here #the brainrot has hit #me spewing my twisted gospel #these are (somewhat) old-ish hpfxs btw so if I got some things wrong I apologize #cough #stinkygirldays pee you!!!!!!! 😡 #unshowered #I love acting like I know what I’m talking about #yapathon #kinda copied my friend at the trigun part I was having somewhat of a hard time remembering I am a #fake fan

[pastelracha]

SKZ reacting the your nipple piercing

☾ Title : SKZ reacting to your nipple piercing

☾ REBLOG/FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

☾ Pairing: skz hyungline x fem!reader

☾ Genre: MINORS DNI , smut, established relationship.

☾ Prompt: request : skz reacting to their s/o having their nipple pierced? (i love your writing btw)

☾ A/N:  this is one is for all my pierced babies (including myself), I've been dying to write this one for so looong, and I think I went a little too horny for some of them, don’t forget to give me your feed back guys, and please interact with the reactions/ scenarios I post thanks xox 

☾ Word Count: ~1.2K

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BANG CHAN 

Chan never thought about nipple piercing before, it wasn’t in his mind but since the day he saw the shade of the two little balls on each side of your nipple under one of his shirt, it activated the switch in his mind. 

It was now one of his biggest turn on, on you. One of his now favorite features of yours. He is almost thinking about getting a matching one, cause it make you so sensitive whenever he is teasing that one nipple and damn he is so weak for the cold metal hitting his warm tongue. 

Chan is a simple man loving everything of his s/o. But drunk chan reacted differently to this jewelry sharing with the rest of 3racha that, that one little thing adoring your breast was the best thing in his sexual life ( a bit much here mister! ) how you reacted every time he plays with it. 

So now on every simple time he let you ride him, he is having that one nipple in his mouth, it almost creating a lactation kink deep down his mind. 

LEE MINHO 

When the idea finally made its way in your mind, minho was neither against or for, he didn’t really think much. But after you finally did it, he find himself lost on his private navigation looking for the benefit of the said piercing, what was the most pleasurable thing to do with it. And soon he find that ice, was a thing for you, the cold cube erecting your nipple and making the slivers balls getting so shiny under the light .. minho was a gone man, about the nuts in seconds just at the sight. 

Teasing the small piercing with his tongue and almost wishing for your second nipple to have the same little ornament. 

It soon became a new way of trying new stuffs to trying to get you cum only by playing with your breast and minho finally discovered he was a breast man thanks to you. 

SEO CHANGBIN 

Since chan told him about that damn piercing, Changbin couldn’t think about any other things. He became obsessed with your breast imagining a small metal bar going through your sensitive skin here. So when you got the said piercing while he was on tour, and send that one photo. Your breast covered in  an almost transparent bralette, he came in his pants like a teenager receiving his first nude. 

But the worst thing was when you told him he couldn’t play with it until it was healed. He just couldn’t wait, to try many things already planning it in his notes. 

So everyday he would received a update photo of the jewelry hiding under your best choice of bralette making him wishing these 2 weeks could go faster. and when he finally had the piercing right under his nose, he looked at it like a kid in a toy store, eyes full of stars and a bit of drool on the side of his lower lip. 

HWANG HYUNJIN 

Hyunjin being the artist he is, the first time he saw that piece of art on your breast his mind ran so fast, many ideas fusing in his brain, to body paint, picture on his old camera and painting your body on many blank canvas. He did it all. 

But he favorite was that one edible body paint he find on amazon. He would send a long time to paint on your breast just to take a photo and after running his tongue and teeth on your skin. 

Hwang Hyunjin was gone on the second your custom piercing was hitting his tongue, groaning so loud and grabbing your hips like a wild animal. 

He would draw customs piercing for you and ordering it as presents, getting you a huge collection of ornament for your breast. 

HAN JISUNG 

Jisung loved feeling the cold bit caressing his chest whenever he was taking you, almost laying on you for his own pleasure feeling the small cold balls teasing his hot nipple, but he also loved taking you early morning being the big spoon, one hand under your neck and the second one holding your pierced breast feeling his ‘favorite friend’ aka your piercing. The fact it didn’t really made you more sensitive or else it was Jisung favorite thing to touch during your sessions. It became his guilty pleasure. 

He couldn’t help but his eyes taking place on your breast every time your were with him. Almost feeling like the most pervert boyfriend on the planet. So the day you came back with a second piercing on the other breast Jisung though he directly went to heaven when he saw it. ‘Forget what they says about diamonds being girls bff, your pierced nipple are my cock bff’ a true Jisung’s style. LEE FELIX

That one time Felix what explaining something to you and accidentally touched your braless breast on a Sunday afternoon, he looked so confused  ‘what was this hard thing on your nipple?’ You simply laughed telling him you went your friend get a piercing cause why not? 

Felix was so fascinated by the small piece of jewelry on your skin it was kind go funny seeing him looking at it trying to think what he wanted to do with it at the moment. 

Tugging it, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, but surely his favorite thing was tugging it whenever he cuffed you to the bed watching you, getting frustrate with him cause he was the biggest tease ever.  

And one day decided to pinched your naked nipple asking you if it hurt and taking pleasure just by hearing moan. In conclusion lee Felix is kind a sadistic since you got this piercing. 

KIM SEUNGMIN 

Since he got his braces off Seungmin was the most happy and horny man on the face of the earth, He could finally pleasure your fine breast, a promised you made to him when he knew and had his appointment to get rid of his braces, a nipple piercing. 

When he finish getting his braces off the first thing he did was calling you, telling you to wait for him on your bed and ready for him to play for a long time. 

He spend at least 30 minutes just sucking, tugging and licking your nipple as if it was the finest ice cream. Getting you off with just his tongue and fingers, on your sensitive skin and his second hand deep in your panties, looking at you softly as if he was the softest lover on the earth. YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin was obsessed we can say at least, he never thought of this piercing but seeing it proudly sitting on your breast he was insane. 

‘Look at my baby being a big bad bitch with her new jewl feeling bad darling ?’ He made him running his dirty mouth, he took pleasure in hitting your breast until you moan him to stop, but moaning so loud at the same time, grinning your hips on his, craving a little friction where you needing him the most. He was a little tease its his favorite thing to do, tease you until you can’t take it anymore. And when he was happy watching you being a crying mess he would finally penetrated you and taking you nipple in his mouth, rewarding his good girl. 

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[bellaxgiornata]

Hi...do you have any suggestions for a beginner fanfic writer?? Maybe some tips?? Love your work btw....i absolutely love your falling for the devil series

Ahhh, thank you so much!! 💖I'm glad you enjoy FFTD!! That series also tends to be my favorite of everything I've written, too. There's just something about FFTD Matty...

I could certainly give you some tips/suggestions that I've learned along the way! I've been writing and reading fanfic since 2005 so I've been around for a bit 😅 Though if there is something more specific that I didn't address--like something more specific with writing or editing or something--you (or anyone else who's curious) can certainly always send me an ask and I will always answer when I have a few minutes! But I'm not going to claim I'm remotely an expert on all of this, either. This is just from my experience and talking with other fic writers.

As always, the answer is below the cut!

First, I think it's always important to keep in mind that the more you write, the better your skill will grow with writing. Which goes for everyone, no matter how long you've been writing for or whatever your age is. I always see an improvement in my writing when I read something from even just a few months ago. And I even cringe at things like the very first Matt fic I wrote or even some early FFTD installments. So don't be too hard on yourself!

I think it's also important to remember to not compare yourself to others. We all have different styles and voices and that's a wonderful thing in writing. If everyone wrote the same or had the same ideas, there'd be nothing interesting to read. Everything would sound the same which would be boring. Personally, I didn't find my writing style/voice and grow comfortable with it until almost a year and a half ago when I started writing for the Daredevil fandom, so it's completely okay if you are still searching for yours.

Don't let any negative comments you might ever receive writing fanfic drag you down. Everyone gets them, and some fandoms have different dynamics than others where it may happen more often than in another one (though come on y'all, can we please practice the don't like don't read rule??). I think anyone who writes fanfic long enough will receive at least some hate. I've certainly gotten plenty over the years, and yes, it sucks and it can hurt or piss you off, but you have to remember to brush it off. There are likely many others enjoying your story to make up for that one person who's being rude. Block buttons can be your friend if you need them.

If you're having trouble writing a character that already exists in the fandom, studying them in the source material is always a good route. The amount of times I've gone and re-watched Daredevil, Punisher, or Kin in order to feel like I capture any of the characters in there just right is absurd, but it really does help to see their mannerisms, speech patterns, and to begin to get a feel of how they'd react in different situations based on how they've reacted in the show.

Lastly, when you write chapters for your fics and it begins to feel daunting, know that you can always break things down into more manageable chunks. I used to struggle to write much at a time until I learned to focus on the story in this way as opposed to focusing on everything that I still needed to make happen. Just focus scene by scene or even line by line. How to get Character A to do this or get to that point, for example, and it should hopefully seem significantly less terrifying. If you try to think of everything that needs to happen in a chapter all at once, it might begin to feel overwhelming and you may have the urge to give up. Try breaking things down and focusing on one thing at a time.

I could absolutely go on but I don't want to ramble! If there's something more specific you're curious about that I didn't touch on, or maybe you'd like more detail about, absolutely feel free to send me another ask! And this goes for anyone who made it through all of this! I always love chatting, sometimes it just takes me a moment to have time to sit down and answer. Hopefully any of this was useful/helpful though! I am always happy to help encourage others to write!!💕

#bella answers #tips for beginner fanfic writers #i could go into more depth on specific topics but i didn't want to ramble on #feel free to send me more specific asks if i didn't cover something!

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 33

It has happened a few times, so far, that we've seen episodes that, whether good or bad, had little impact on the series: they answered no questions, and posed no new ones.

This, however, is the first we've watched this way that suddenly answers a shit-ton of arc while offering new elements, and also hints at a whole bunch of vital story we haven't seen yet, and is completely fucking batshit to the point of near-incomprehensibility.

It's 1938, and the episode is Let's Kill Hitler.

We open with a "Previously On" that contains nothing we've previously seen LMAO ALMOST AS IF OUR WATCH ORDER IS DEEPLY FUCKING STUPID but it turns out Amy was pregnant after all, her baby was promptly stolen by a one-eyed woman fighting a war against the Doctor that the Doctor was apparently unaware of (insert Don Draper "I don't think of you at all" meme), the baby is called Melody and has Time Lord DNA because... well that wasn't explained but maybe it's why Amy's pregnancy test was inconclusive, and there are some aliens called the Silents. Oh, and at some point Amy was melted. Is Rory still plastic? Not sure.

Anyway, we open with Amy and Rory trying to get the Doctor's attention by writing his name in crop circles in a scene that made me wonder how much they had to pay the farmer to film it. "Have you found Melody yet?" Amy begs of her missing baby, except she doesn't, because Karen Gillan imbues the scene with the urgency of a housemate asking if you remembered to check if Shell or British Gas will give you cheaper bills.

Then Amy and Rory's BESTEST FRIEND MELS turns up. The show then has to introduce us to Mels, because in spite of being presented as an indispensable part of their lives, even people watching the normal way have never even heard of this woman before now. Then she pulls out a GUN from somewhere and insists they all go to kill Hitler, which... I'm on board, actually.

Except a shapeshifting justice robot staffed with tiny people (I love the shapeshifting justice robot staffed with tiny people btw they should get their own spin-off) is already here and trying to kill Hitler, so the TARDIS smashes in and accidentally saves his life. There is a genuinely very funny and enjoyable scene where they punch Hitler and put him in a cupboard.

And then the episode just fucking nosedives in quality. Mels was accidentally shot by Hitler, and regenerates - into River!!! We know her, she was a criminal who could fly the TARDIS. What this means, though, is that Amy and Rory - new parents, who are desperate to reclaim their kidnapped baby - find out in that moment that their baby... will never come back to them. They're never going to see her again. They're never going to get to raise her, never going to see her take her first steps, never teach her to identify trees or swim or dance. A whole childhood and adolescence of memories and experiences, stolen away. They're to be grateful, they're told, that they knew her as their childhood tearaway friend Mels - because that's just like raising her after all. Except prior to being Mels, she was raised and abused and brainwashed into being an assassin - a "psychopath", because the writers don't know what that word means. They will never be able to protect her from that.

That is a horrifying thing to realise; the sort of thing that will mean you're in therapy forever.

And the episode considers it to be so unimportant that Amy and Rory are IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE SHOT WHEN IT'S REVEALED.

Who gets our focus?!? Why, the Doctor of course! Who else but the Specialest Man. This is obviously deeply relevant to him the most. Jesus fucking wept. Also I should mention this is easily the most misogynistic episode we've seen yet. The Doctor asks and receives permission to hug Amy - from her husband. River regenerates while yelling "I'm trying to focus on a dress size!" and makes another three fatphobic comments within the same scene. When Amy says "But River's not a psychopath in the future! What's wrong with her right now?" the Doctor responds "She's been brainwashed and also she can't help it because she's a woman."

(That's not an exaggeration. "She's a woman" is literally given as the reason she's a "psychopath". In a scene in which said woman has spent half her lines stressing how thin and fuckable she is.)

Anyway, the rest of the plot is what you'd expect, probably - River tries and succeeds in killing him with slow poison, Amy manages to be useful inside the shapeshifting justice robot staffed with tiny people, there's a showdown where River decides to save him by using up all her regenerations on him. At the point the Doctor dies, Karen Gillan and Arthur Darville literally forget to cry. It's an utterly sterile scene where you're just waiting for them to hurry up and resolve it. At the end, the Doctor now knows that he's going to be killed by River (dressed as an astronaut! A plot answer!) in Utah in 2011, which he hides from Amy and Rory for no clear reason given that they already know. We learn the Silents aren't an alien race but a religious sect who believe that Silence Will Fall when the first question is finally answered, though why they want that silence is a mystery (technically so is the question but I'mma be real with you all, lads, I remember watching this series when it was first on and immediately guessing so lol). Hitler is still in a cupboard.

However, it was very nice seeing Cardiff museum.

Plot threads!

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (unless she’s Missy)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

What has happened to all these companions and where are the new ones coming from?

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Who is Captain Jack Harkness? (Is he the one who gave the companions a warning about the lone cyberman?)

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (NEW INFO: she's with the Silents, but we don't know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy's pregancy inconclusive? (NEW INFO: because the baby had Time Lord DNA?)

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What’s with the Weeping Angel statues, and why can’t you blink at them?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

Who was the Doctor’s wife?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What's the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents... want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he... hasn't even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing #long post

[asskickedbygirl]

Can I request a smut with Bam and a fem reader where he surprises her with new lingerie and she tries it on for him? Your CKY groupie fic was so amazing btw, I loved it. Thank you!

Please [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

not my gif!

Desc: Bam splashed out and bought you a custom set of lingerie and insisted you try them on. Then he asks you to do something you simply can’t deny.

A/n: Thank you for the request and i’m so glad you enjoyed! just a quick one but i liked the idea <3

Warnings: smut (18+), oral f!receiving, face sitting/riding

1.3k words

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“Hey Y/n.” Bam called after you as he walked into your shared bedroom, a smug expression on his face. You were sat on your bed trying to read but that was basically deemed impossible in the Margera Household. You noticed a fancy looking purple box in his hand, a black ribbon tied around it. Your heart dropped thinking you had forgotten some sort of anniversary but nothing came to mind. “What is that Bam.” You pointed at the box and Bam responded by presenting it to you like it was a crown for a queen. You hesitantly took the box, unsure if this was some prank or not but nonetheless you untied the ribbon and took the lid off of it. All you could see was some fabric sitting on top of tissue paper but when you lifted the fabric up to examine it you couldn’t help but laugh. Bam had bought you a purple thong with a matching bra, if you could even call it that as the part that would cover your breasts was completely see through lace. Embedded in the back of the thong was a little silver heartagram, the same in the middle of the bra. “Well?!” Bam said gesturing to the lingerie. “They’re custom made!” He waved his hands around making you laugh. “I can tell.” You smirked, worrying Bam that you were unimpressed. “I have to say Margera, you go to unbelievable lengths when you’re horny.” Bam laughed at this, as well as you. “Well what d’ya say, try them on for me?” Bam flashed you an excited grin after asking, raising his brows suggestively. You rolled your eyes and took the set in your hands, getting up and moving to the bathroom causing Bam to clap his hands together like he was about to enjoy a nice meal.

You kicked the en-suite door open with your foot as you leant on the door frame as seductively as possible. Bam was blushing like hell, a stupid grin spreading across his face. “Is this what you wanted Bam?” You gestured to your body, scantily clad in the tiny pieces of fabric Bam referred to as ‘lingerie’. Bam nodded, giggling like a school girl now. You turned around then to show off the heartagram at the back. You flipped your head around to see Bam wiping his face with his hand, shaking his head while smiling like an idiot. You began walking slowly towards the bed, once you reached it you began crawling towards Bam, straddling his lap. You fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him before leaning in and planting a soft kiss to his lips. You pulled away after the peck, letting Bam try chase you with his own lips. You smiled at his desperation before leaning into his ear. “What do you want me to do?” You whispered, Bam breathed heavily and tried to touch your boobs but you pinned his arms back. “No touching. You tell me what to do.” Bam swallowed dryly, getting all nervous like it was his first time. He looked at you, his face all red and smirk-less for once. “Can you sit on my face?” He asked so pleadingly. You were shocked by the answer to be honest, figured he’d want to stick it in your ass or something. You laughed, “Bam you have me at your mercy and you want to eat me out?” “Please.” was all Bam could spit out, sending butterflies to your stomach. For some unknown reason, you had never sat on Bam’s face before. To be honest you thought the idea didn’t excite Bam so this ask was news to your ears. You complied with Bam’s wishes and ordered him to lay on his back, head to the pillow. You sat on his bare chest now, looking down at the man you rarely saw as submissive as this. “Panties on or off?” You asked and he replied promptly, “On.” Sounds about right, wants to see you cum in the panties he bought you. You understood and pulled the, practical string, to the side to expose your bareness. You got up on your knees and moved to hover your pussy right above Bam’s face, his eyes flicking down to take you in.

“Are you ready?” You asked, holding onto the headboard already. Bam simply nodded enthusiastically and so you lowered yourself, not putting your full weight down yet. Bam got to work, holding your ass and hips while sticking his tongue inside you. He moved his thumb down to rub at your clit as he continued to eat you out. He had to lean up in order to do it as you were still slightly hovering but Bam changed this when he pulled you down properly. Still you counteracted some of your weight by holding onto the headboard but Bam didn’t seem satisfied. Abruptly, he pulled you down all the way, making you yelp a bit but alas, now you were properly sitting on your boyfriend’s face. His tongue and thumb moved at such a rapid pace, the pleasure causing you to grind into him. It occurred to you that he probably could hardly breathe what with his nose pressed against you. You lifted yourself up but Bam narrowed his brows. “What are you doing?” You almost laughed, breathing heavily now. “Can you even breathe?” Bam smiled, your slick covering the bottom of his face. It was pretty awkward having a conversation with someone directly under your vagina. “I can breathe fine, now.” Bam moved your hips back down and went back to it. You still clutched onto the headboard, the pleasure Bam was giving you causing you to moan pornographically. Your hips started moving again, at this point you were borderline riding his face but Bam seemed to enjoy it, grabbing at your ass as you did so. “Oh fuck Bam!” You continued your moans and whines and it almost killed you that you couldn’t hear Bam do the same. That was until you felt vibrations beneath you, you faced your head around to see Bam had his hands down his pants, fondling himself as he ate his girlfriend out. The image was so incredibly sexy to you, it brought you so much closer to the edge. You repositioned yourself so now your clit could be at the forefront of Bam’s mouth, encouraging him to suck and play with it. You grabbed the headboard again and announced you were close. You looked down to see Bam had his eyes shut, concentrated on his own pleasure as well as your own. Bam’s tongue worked wonders and not before long you were cumming on his face, your moans loud and prolonged.

Your legs shook beside Bam as you moved off him to sit back on his chest. Bam was still moaning and groaning as his hands moved faster and faster down his pants. “Are you gonna cum in your boxers Bam?” You teased, rubbing yourself against his chest. Bam nodded letting out a little “uh huh.” You put your hand in his hair, grabbing it tightly. “Go on and cum baby, I know you can.” With that, Bam finished in his jeans, groaning loud and screwing his eyes even tighter shut. You giggled as he panted, pumping slowly to ride the orgasm out. “That feel good?” Bam simply nodded, chuckling as he removed his hand from his jeans. “Thank you.” He murmured. You laughed at this odd statement “Why are you thanking me?” Bam opened his blue eyes then, moving you down to sit on his crotch instead. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Well had I known that I would’ve ridden your damn face a long time ago.” You both laughed then and leaned in to share a kiss. Bam looped his finger into the hem of your thong. “And I would’ve bought you these panties a long time ago too.”

End.

@jackussy420 @gnarkillknoxville @lovexjoe @ckygetsjobs

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[evilhasnever]

Time for a wedding, set in the same reincarnation AU as this and this ficlet by me and this (by @lansplaining)! Btw, I have collected all previous parts in a series on Ao3 for ease of reading: Memory Lane (get it?)

A few people wanted to see what would happen if JGY recovered his memories, which means there is angst coming up... (this drabble turned into 3000 words, so Ao3 link if you prefer!)

For all that Lan Xichen knows his past life, he cannot tell the future. And the future seems dead set on tripping him up, as if holding a grudge in order to counterbalance whatever advantage his past memories may give him. 

That is to say, Meng Yao disappears the morning they are supposed to get married. 

It was not meant to be a big affair, but even a small modern ceremony ends up being a complex production when overzealous friends and overly-traditional relatives are involved. Lan Huan and Meng Yao had agreed to go to the venue separately, both to appease the loudest aunties and to build up some excitement for their own reunion as husbands. This means Lan Huan has slept at Wangji’s place for the past two days, leaving Meng Yao alone in the apartment they share, and has forced himself not to text him constantly over the past forty-eight hours.

At 10 in the morning on the day of the ceremony, Lan Huan is sweating in his tux on the way to the venue, driven by Wangji; he’s fruitlessly trying to meditate to keep calm, but he can’t quite stamp down his eagerness. For once his nerves are of the positive, tickling variety reserved for happy occasions - he doesn’t expect anything to go wrong today, considering A-Yao planned everything. 

He should have known better. 

When they are ten minutes away, Lan Huan’s cell phone rings, spooking both brothers out of their meditative silence. It’s Meng Shi, calling from the reception hall. It sounds like she has a hand on the receiver so as not to be overheard.

"A-Huan, A-Yao is not here."

Lan Xichen blanches. “He is what…?”

“He is not here. He is always here first, heavens knows he would be checking every single napkin even on his own wedding day, but today…”

“ I’m sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Didn’t you go the venue together?”

“No, he called me a taxi. He said he had an errand to run, but that was two hours ago and he is not answering his phone. He always tells me where he is, A-Huan, and now…!”

“Perhaps he is just late,” Lan Xichen murmurs, his pulse already picking up speed because the very idea is absurd. “What kind of errand? The cake? A-Yao is always very particular about catering…”

“He didn’t say. A-Huan, did something happen?”

“Not that I know of, but I didn’t see him yesterday, we wanted to play up the anticipation a little…” Lan Huan admits. “Did you see him for dinner last night?” 

“Yes, I did… A-Yao said he wasn’t feeling well, but I thought it was just nerves,” Meng Shi carefully says, and Lan Huan can almost imagine her pursing her lips. “He said he ran out on his own stag party. I didn’t think much of it, A-Yao has never liked surprise parties.”

Lan Xichen’s brow furrows. “I’ll make some calls. Please wait there, and call me if he arrives.”

He tries A-Yao’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. He leaves a quick message, just to be safe: “A-Yao, are you ok? I’m almost at the venue. Let me know if something happened, alright? I love you.”

Carefully ignoring Wangji’s glance in the rear view mirror, he shoots a text to Mingjue and another to Jin Zixuan, asking if A-Yao is coming with them by any chance. Huaisang calls him back from his brother’s phone immediately. “Xichen-ge, did you lose your fiance?”

“Miscommunication,” Lan Xichen replies tightly. “What happened at the stag party, Huaisang?” 

“Ayo, I don’t know anything! Xuanyu and I put him in the car and he freaked out as if we were some gangsters coming for his family. He was absolutely no fun the whole evening, after I prepared all the decorations and even the stripper–I mean, the entertainment!”

Lan Xichen pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling the grasping hands of a migraine growing in the back of his skull. “We will discuss this at a later time, Huaisang. Did A-Yao do or say anything strange at the party?”

“He hardly said anything at all, and then he just up and left when we tried to put a veil on him for the photos! Total spoilsport. Did he get cold feet?”

“He is late.”

Huaisang gasps in horror. 

“I just want to make sure he is safe. Do you know where he was yesterday afternoon, before you kidnapped him?”

“I resent that wording! Anyway, I think he went to pick up his wedding tux with Jin Zixuan. Trying to be a good brother wa—y too late if you ask me.”

“Alright, thanks. See you at the reception, Huaisang.”

“Is it… still on? Just wondering if I need to get dressed.”

“I’d appreciate yours and your brother’s presence either way,” Lan Xichen says, wryly. 

“'mkay, ge. Best of luck.”

When they reach the wedding venue, they are momentarily intercepted by Shufu - Lan Xichen smiles and dodges him, ear glued to his phone as Wangji shadows him to the waiting room and locks the door. 

When they are alone, Lan Huan turns to his brother. “Wangji. A-Yao should already be here, but I can’t track him down.”

Wangji’s gaze hardens imperceptibly, and Lan Xichen takes a deep breath and lifts his hands in a pacifying gesture. “I am worried about him. His mother doesn’t know where he is either.” 

“Why would he flee?” Wangji asks. 

“We should not jump to conclusions,” Lan Xichen cautions, “He… he should have no reason to do so.” 

“The reasons may be unrelated to the past,” Wangji offers, after a thoughtful moment. “Car accident, panic attack.” 

“Alright, let’s… one thing at a time,” Lan Huan chuckles nervously, trying to push down the bubble of fear growing in his stomach.

For the next few minutes, they both busy themselves calling local hospitals. Thankfully, nobody that looks like A-Yao has been taken to any of the city ERs this morning. Lan Xichen exhales, then dials A-Yao’s number again, letting it ring off the hook. 

When it goes to voicemail again, he decides to try his luck and call Jin Zixuan’s number, which he has only because he is very thorough and always prepared for emergencies - or so he thought, at any rate.

“Ah, Lan Xichen,” Zixuan answers on the third ring. “Are you calling to tell me not to come to the wedding? Because A-Li and I are almost there! I already left several apologies on A-Yao’s answering machine, but I don’t know how my brother’s mind works…”

“Why would you apologize?” Lan Xichen asks, suddenly alert. “Did something happen yesterday?”

“It was odd,” Zixuan grunts, and there are background baby noises for a short while - Lan Xichen holds his breath until Zixuan resumes speaking. “One moment he was all dimples, then when he tried on his wedding tux he stopped dead and looked like he’d short-circuited. Stuck like a mannequin. I’ve never seen him not frenetic, which is why I asked him if he perhaps didn’t like the suit? Told him if we paid extra we could get him another one in time for the wedding, though it would not be custom-made… he wasn’t listening at all, just doing this wide-eyed face in the mirror. I had told him that white was not his color, but the reaction seemed extreme!”

“Zixuan, I need to know exactly what he said. Word for word, if you could be so kind.”

Another long sigh, more baby noises. “Well. I forgive him, because god knows I was panicking the day before my wedding, but–he said I should be dead.”

Oh . 

“I have to go,” Lan Xichen whispers, and hangs up.

He turns swiftly to his brother. “Wangji. I need you to ask your boyfriend to track A-Yao’s phone, stat.”

Wangji’s eyebrows rise in unadulterated shock, but to his credit he doesn't deny that Wei Wuxian can absolutely do that.

“I… I don’t know where he would go,” Lan Huan admits. “Not in this life.” Where would he run? The uncertainty makes him feel unmoored, like he’s being pulled down by a turbulent sea and can’t keep himself afloat. “I think it’s a... memory emergency.”

“I will ask Wei Ying.”

It takes what feels like an eternity, though in truth Lan Xichen is aware that Wei Wuxian accomplishes the task in a criminally speedy manner, and without asking any questions. Not while he’s in earshot, anyway.

“I sent you the last known location,” Wei Wuxian shrugs at last, “but I dunno if he still has the phone on him or he dumped it.” 

“Thank you, Wei Wuxian. Wangji… can I take your car?”

“Mn.” For a moment, Lan Huan can see his brother wants to offer to go with him, so he shakes his head in silence. Wangji hands over the keys and squints at him. “Brother… remember the rule.”

“I know. The past is not the present. The present is not the future. I know, Wangji.” 

“Sooo… what do we do with the wedding?" Wei Wuxian interjects, apparently not grasping the gravity of the situation. "We have the venue booked until 2pm but I’m sure they have people lined up for later…”

“I’m sure you’ll think of some way to buy time,” Lan Xichen smiles tightly. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.”

“Did you hear that, Lan er-gege? We gotta think of a distraction~ you got any ideas?” 

Lan Xichen is out of the door and behind the wheel as fast as he can be. He keeps an eye on his phone, but the only updates he gets are from Meng Shi saying A-Yao isn’t there yet, and Shufu reminding him of the schedule and cancellation fees. 

He tracks down the coordinates to an off-season beach two hours south, a straight line from the city. There’s a parking lot nearby, but it’s empty - A-Yao doesn’t have a car. He pictures him telling an Uber driver to just drive until he tells him to stop, and his heart aches. Still, some irrational hope nestles inside him, whispering that perhaps A-Yao hasn’t thrown away his phone yet. That he may want to be found. 

Lan Xichen parks hurriedly across two spaces and hurries out to the sea, sinking in the sand with every step. He pauses to kick off his dress shoes, then resumes running down the seashore. With immense relief, he spots A-Yao, a tiny white-clad figure in the distance, a few hundred meters down the desolate stretch of sea. 

Is it embedded somewhere in A-Yao’s soul to run away to the sea, despite knowing that in this life he cannot swim?

“A-Yao!” he calls out, waving his arms clumsily. There is absolutely nobody else out in January, no umbrellas and no chairs, so A-Yao will certainly see him coming from afar - no point making his approach cautious. Lan Xichen had half expected A-Yao to turn tail and make him chase him, but miraculously he does not.

“A-Yao,” he gasps again when he catches up to him, tugging at his collar. “Are you alright, A-Yao?”

His A-Yao turns, dark-rimmed eyes and windswept hair, terse like a winter morning. He’s undone his bowtie and popped a few buttons at his collar, the tuxedo jacket thrown over his shoulder. 

“The last time I saw you, you would not call me that anymore,” Jin Guangyao says, his voice raspy from the wind. 

“You saw me yesterday morning, A-Yao,” Lan Huan soothes, stepping towards him with his hand outstretched. 

“Right.” A-Yao chuckles humorlessly, and draws a circle in the sand with a naked foot. The hem of his pants is caked in wet sand, but he does not seem to mind. “I meant… before.” 

He looks down, a strange smile on his face, then takes off his engagement ring and holds it out towards Lan Xichen, without looking up at him. “I should return this.”

Despite the fear gripping his heart, Lan Huan shakes his head firmly. “It’s yours. You don't have to keep it, but I don’t want it back.”

A-Yao’s hand lowers, a little hesitantly. Then his razorblade gaze snaps up and pierces Lan Xichen where he stands. “Er-ge. Can you tell me why every wedding of mine comes with a side of lies?” 

Lan Xichen stands to attention. “I never lied to you, A-Yao.”

“You never told me you remembered the past.” It is not a question, so Lan Xichen does not treat it as such.

“Would you have wanted to know?” he asks instead.

A-Yao doesn’t reply for a moment, gaze returning to the gray wintry sea. “What I don’t understand,” he says to the waves, “is why you sought me out, if you remembered.” 

“A-Yao... Even if we’d been complete strangers, I would still have fallen for you. But all the more because I remembered you, how could I not seek you out?” Lan Xichen frowns at his poor wording; he had prepared this speech a million times, but now it scatters like sand in the breeze. “My family has a rule against approaching people from the past, did you know? But A-Yao…  what do I have these memories for, if not to find you?”

A-Yao’s gaze drops to the sand at his feet, the cold waves lapping at his ankles. “Even after everything?”

Lan Xichen closes his eyes briefly. He’s had a lot of time to think about this. “I’m here, aren’t I?’

The reply seems to strike true. A-Yao looks taken aback, but Lan Xichen dares to hope it's a good kind of surprise. Like that time he surprised A-Yao at the airport with flowers, or the time he offered to teach him to play the qin. He hazards another step closer to him, a mere arm’s length from A-Yao. He aches to touch him, but he can’t. Not yet. 

“Mother’s treatment,” A-Yao says abruptly. “Tell me straight.”

“Yes,” Lan Xichen inclines his head. “You and I hadn’t met yet, so I asked a friend to make an anonymous donation in my place.” 

A-Yao purses his lips. “I suppose I must thank you.”

“I didn't do it to earn your thanks,” Lan Xichen sighs. “Knowing and not acting would have been unthinkable, that is all.”

“Still, thank you. My mother is… she is everything.” A-Yao looks younger, vulnerable for the space of a breath.

Lan Xichen smiles. “I care for her too. Your mother is wonderful.”

A-Yao almost smiles at that, but it fades before it can reach the top half of his face, his eyes narrowing again in scrutiny. 

“You introduced me to Qin Su at June’s charity luncheon. Did you invite her?” 

Lan Xichen swallows, painfully. “I did not invite her, but she was there.” He bites his lip. “I looked into it. You are… not related, in this life.” 

A-Yao makes a little ‘hah’ sound, as swift as paper ripping. “I’m happy for her. But why did you go out of your way to introduce her to me? You and I had just started dating.”

All Lan Huan can do is shrug, his shoulders stiff and frozen in the confines of his tuxedo. “Tempting fate, I suppose.” 

“Still unfailingly selfless,” A-Yao hums, and it is a little too dry to feel like praise.

They look at a pair of seagulls chasing each other among cacophonous screams. They sound particularly shrill, drawing playful circles in the air and around each other.

“It is selfishness,” Lan Xichen eventually admits. “I just wanted to make sure that… I just wanted to make sure.” 

A-Yao shakes his head with a small exhale, barely a chuckle. He drops his jacket on the sand and lifts both arms to cup Lan Xichen’s jaw, pulling him slightly closer. His fingers are frozen cold, his eyes dark and serious, with an intensity that halts Lan Xichen’s breath halfway up his throat. 

“Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen... in a world in which I can marry you, how could I ever not?” The words, carefully enunciated, hit Lan Xichen’s chilled face in small, warm puffs of breath. A-Yao is not smiling, and that, for some reason, puts Lan Huan’s heart at ease. It gives his words the resonance of unfailing truth, a timeless verdict.

“We still could,” he hopefully offers. “Well, if Wei Wuxian managed to stall enough.” 

A-Yao snorts softly, then shakes his head. “Not now. I think… I need to get away.”

He surely notices the sheer horror on Lan Xichen’s face, because his brows knit together in an apologetic squint. “Not forever, gege. Just for a little while, to get my head in order.”

Lan Xichen folds his arms behind his back, and leans into A-Yao’s hands cupping his jaw. “We still have the honeymoon to Japan booked for tomorrow…”

A-Yao chuckles, breathless and disbelieving. Then his dark, half-lidded eyes scan Lan Xichen’s face, considering. “...You’d come?”

“Unquestioningly,” Lan Xichen says. “Right now, if you wanted to.”

“With no luggage?”

“I don’t need anything.”

The answer seems to please A-Yao, because his smile turns a shade more secretive, lashes lowering on his cheeks.

Still, he hedges, thumb tracing Lan Xichen’s chin in direct contradiction with his words. “Er-ge… I can’t ask you to…” 

“You need not to ask,” Lan Xichen smiles, eager, desperate to give away his heart. “If we drive to the airport now, we can catch an earlier flight. I’ll call on the way there.”

“A honeymoon while we are still not married,” A-Yao smirks. “What would your shufu say?”

Lan Xichen grins at him with infinite tenderness. “We can marry anytime, but we can only elope once.”

A little skittish, A-Yao puts his hand in his nonetheless, tugging him along as they amble towards the parking lot. They shake the sand off their pants, exchanging half smiles at the state of their attire. They spend an awkward minute tracking down their discared shoes.

When they’re safely in the car, Lan Xichen offers his smartphone to him. “I’m all for eloping, but call your mother and Wangji to make sure they don’t worry, will you?” 

A-Yao brushes Lan Xichen’s knuckles delicately before taking his phone from him, and laughs. It’s small, but as wonderful as the first time.

#shiome fic #xiyao #lan xichen #jin guangyao #meng yao #leaving lan xichen at the altar.doc #xiyao drabbles #“drabble” does not really apply anymore but bear with me #angst #happy ending though!

[bbygirl-aemond]

i don't think baela and rhaena really apply. they're going to be married to jace and luke so they'll still have everything they would otherwise.

(i'm using this ask as an excuse to rant about the showrunners making house velaryon black given what happens to them and also about how baela and rhaena's situation is still very unfair)

i think making house velaryon black is another decision the showrunners didn't think through properly. i think it was entirely for the diversity aspect, since they'd shot themselves in the foot by making all of the houses in game of thrones white and had very rightfully received criticism for doing so. the velaryons are one of the only houses that aren't depicted in game of thrones, so were one of the only options for doing this. i was even pretty happy at first, because the velaryons are a very powerful and ancient house, and the only house aside from the targaryens to ever wield dragons.

but i do think it casts some aspects of team black in a more unfortunate light. here's where baela and rhaena come in. let me make it clear, i understand that after her sons are born rhaenyra has no choice but to present them as legitimate out of very warranted fear for their safety. so i'm not saying that rhaenyra has malevolently done this, nor that after the boys' birth she had any real choice, but...

the optics of setting aside two black women's rightful inheritance in order to uplift white men is not exactly great. it's certainly not groundbreaking. especially when you consider that black characters have such little power overall- driftmark is really the only thing black nobles have to their name in westeros. and now they are being expected to pass it along to white men. the fact that future generations will be mixed doesn't make it much better- in fact i honestly think it's worse. the white targaryens aren't just colonizing one generation out of hundreds that rules driftmark; they're colonizing the entire subsequent velaryon bloodline. you know, the same house whose black members are vocally unhappy with this colonization- that is, until the colonizers kill them or cut out their tongues (hello, vaemond + silent five). i just think it makes the velaryons' anger at the whole situation seem a little more... legitimate? at least through modern eyes, it's not just that the boys are born out of wedlock (though obviously, hello misogyny and conservatism, that's a big part of it). it's also that the boys, by virtue of being out of wedlock, straight up do not possess any of the black heritage that makes house velaryon unique. (if they'd made harwin black as well, i think it could have solved this issue btw)

and i know that baela and rhaena are being married to jace and luke, but i need y'all to understand that this is not the same as them holding their power by their own right. every single bit of wealth, power, or property that these girls will ever have, save for their dragons, will not actually belong to them. it will all legally belong to their husbands. any decision-making power they have, anything they buy or do, will only ever be because their husbands are permitting them. their agency and their strength will be entirely contingent on the white men in their lives. jace and luke have inherent titles and power- they are princes by birth. baela and rhaena aren't princesses, or even ladies. the only political title they will ever hold will be as a consort- as an extension of the more powerful white man they are married to.

i very much don't think that jace and luke have any intention of curtailing these girls' power. but that doesn't change the fact that it won't truly be theirs. it's also unrealistic to expect that couples will go their entire lives without ever once disagreeing on something. the moment they do, the power imbalance will become clear. additionally, the show has set a precedent of those in power within the targaryen family in particular unintentionally harming others with ignorance of how their power allows them to steamroll over others' agency. viserys does not recognize the power he has over alicent due to his position, and she suffers for it. rhaenyra does not recognize the power she has over criston due to her position, and he suffers for it. a lack of intentional abuse does not preclude these boys from accidentally imposing their will on others.

a good real-world comparison for baela and rhaena's situation would be that of a stay-at-home mom who has staked her entire life on her husband's goodwill. she has no degree and no job. she has no money or property. her house and everything inside it belongs to her husband, not her. and even if her husband never leaves her, even if in some false universe with no conflict he never even disagrees with her, it does not change the fact that her livelihood is forever dependent on his permission. this is a power imbalance that must, by virtue of its significance, seep its way into their relationship. it's why relationships between a boss and employee are illegal in the united states- because it's understood that this power imbalance absolutely does have a compromising affect on the less powerful person's consent and agency.

anyways, like i said, i don't have good answers here for how this situation might be resolved, and i don't think that this move condemns rhaenyra as some intentional thief of black women's inheritance. she was choosing between baela and rhaena's agency and her children's lives, after all. but i know that making baela and rhaena black, and jace and luke white, makes the unfairness of baela and rhaena being sidelined as a result of powerful white people's actions sting even more. like yay, more black women whose entire life is dependent on a white man's goodwill and whose plot relevance is solely tied to their ability to benefit said white men's reputations. it's just not revolutionary in the way the showrunners seem to think it is. it's old, and it's tired, and i'm tired of it.

i really hope they'll do more with baela and rhaena's storylines and find some way to give them power in their own right, but i'm afraid it will never trump the agency that has already been taken from them and gifted to white men. and, given the way most of the girls' dialogue has been cut so far in favor of other characters... i'm not optimistic.

#ask #asks #answered #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #baela #rhaena #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys strong #jace velaryon #jace strong #lucerys velaryon #lucerys strong #luke velaryon #luke strong #house velaryon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #show

[tacomanarrows]

Tac's OC Ref Masterpost!

Heya everybody! I'm not sure where the thought for this came from but I wanted to make a post that just has all of my OCs' refs in it in case anyone ever needs to find them and doesn't wanna ask me for them (which ur always welcome to do btw!) or doesn't wanna go digging through their Toyhouse galleries. This will be linked in my pinned post as well, so if you ever need to find it again, it'll be there! Every character will have their Toyhouse page linked below their ref, so you'll have easy access to more in-depth info and more gallery images if needed!

All the refs are below the read more since this is going to be a really long post, so be prepared for that if you take a look lol. It's organized the same way as my Toyhouse, with sonas first, then primary, secondary and tertiary OCs (basically categorized by how much I use them and how much development they have). I'll put a little bit of information about each character and whenever I make a new ref for a character, I'll swap out the old version with the new one here!

Also feel free to ask me anything abt any of my characters ever!! I adore talking abt them <333

SONAS

(These guys are ordered by how much I use them/how representative of me they are)

Shep (Toyhouse Link)

My main sona and most complete representation of myself out of all my characters!

22 y/o asexual biromantic German Shepherd

Boyfriends with PBnJ

Lead vocalist/guitarist for Let's Get Back!

PBnJ (Toyhouse Link)

Secondary sona

Usually goes by just PB

Also Ace/Biro, Golden Retriever

Boyfriends with Shep

Bassist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Starburst (Toyhouse Link)

Main comfort sona, personal favorite OC <33

Kinsona based on Jenny from Wayside, who's my biggest comfort character!

Do not draw her without her outfit!! Also please only draw her anthro!

Second tallest of my anthro characters, slighter taller than Shep, not as tall as Wilkołak

Very friendly, adventurous and always looking to live life to the fullest!

Spatter (Toyhouse Link)

Pokesona

Move set: Dragon Pulse, Earthquake, Rain Dance and Protect. Feel free to draw him using any of these!

Has roughly equal number of purple and green splatter markings

Very squishy, loves giving/receiving hugs

Vostok (Toyhouse Link)

Main Dragon/WoF-sona

My oldest OC, I've had him since February of 2017

May look intimidating but rlly just a big soft guy

Blue and purple scales make chevron shapes (not zigzags, not checkerboards, not stripes, etc.)

PRIMARY OCS

(Characters from here going forward are listed alphabetically per section)

Agouti (Toyhouse Link)

RainWing

Relatively quiet and shy until you get to know her

Lesbian, girlfriends with Rhazz

Can feel the emotions of others very strongly (for better or worse)

Doppler (Toyhouse Link)

SeaWing/RainWing hybrid (75% Sea/25% Rain)

Weather forecaster with his wings and scales that show weather radar

Makes up a weather watching/storm chasing team with Sundial and ThunderSnow

Boyfriend of Sundial

Radar can show any kind of weather (rain/thunderstorms, hurricanes, snow storms, tornadoes, etc.)

Eejanaika (Toyhouse Link)

SkyWing/RainWing hybrid

Name pronounced Edge-a-NYE-ka

Goes by Eej as a nickname

Has issues with anxiety and self-confidence

Demisexual, girlfriend of ThunderSnow

Has a short right horn, RainWing frill spines with no membrane, a double-pointed nose spike and is missing every other spine along her back as a result of being a hybrid

Name and design based on the old color scheme for the Eejanaika roller coaster at Fuji-Q Highland in Japan

Firecracker (Toyhouse Link)

Jack Russell Terrier

Small but full of energy!

Loves 4th of July themed snacks and baked goods (his personal fav are Star Spangled Ding Dongs haha)

Friends with Starburst over their shared energetic lifestyle and red white and blue color solidarity :]

Isaac (Toyhouse Link)

Celestdog - Australian Shepherd

Nonbinary Asexual

Quiet and reserved, generally prefers to do their own thing

Very smart, loves trivia facts

Sibling to Moxie and the rest of the Celestdog family

Kwaro (Toyhouse Link)

SilkWing

Gay, boyfriends with Rutabaga (owned by @/macaronichewtoyz)

Likes to sing, but is self-conscious about singing in front of others

Generally softspoken

Kinda velvety soft rather than full scales

Luau (Toyhouse Link)

Major comfort OC

Very chill, laid back attitude

Good friends with PB and Shep

Occasionally guest vocalist for Let's Get Back! and often runs the lights/effects for their shows

Always has a flower in her hair, but can be any flower!

Girlfriends with Seabreeze

Moxie (Toyhouse Link)

Celestdog - Siberian Husky

Another major comfort OC

Loves to have fun, can play a little rough sometimes but always means well

A bit bigger and more stocky than Isaac

Sister to Isaac and the rest of the Celestdog family

Pebble (Toyhouse Link)

Small and fluffy with long, silky fur

Husky/Samoyed mix

Hates getting his fur dirty

Smallest of my feral dog OCs

Pumpernickel (Toyhouse Link)

Twin brother to Rye

Drummer and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Easygoing and relaxed

Enjoys being outside at night

Rhazz (Toyhouse Link)

Huge comfort OC

Design and personality based around the Roaring Twenties

Super energetic and affectionate

Lesbian, girlfriends with Agouti

Stage performance partners with Foxtrot

Has a necklace, two hoop earrings on her left ear, a ring on her left horn and a feathered headdress (all are not optional when drawing her!)

Rye (Toyhouse Link)

Twin to Pumpernickel

A bit more rambunctious than his twin

Likes to strut around thinking he's cool stuff when he's really just kind of a dork

Keyboardist, backup guitarist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Seabreeze (Toyhouse Link)

Lively surfer girl

Girlfriends with Luau

Good friends with Starburst as well, as both are pretty adventurous

Always has her lucky seashell necklace

Wilkołak (Toyhouse Link)

Big scary (or at least he tries to be scary) transgender wolf guy

Name can be pronounced either Veel-koak or Will-ko-Lack (His name means Werewolf in Polish)

Tallest of my anthro OCs

Has hydrokinetic powers and his blue markings glow when he uses them

Used to be a WoF Fantribe OC named Galeforce before I redesigned him lol

SECONDARY OCS

Arroyo (Toyhouse Link)

SandWIng

Sometimes acts as an older brother figure to Rhazz

Higher-up at a gold mine in the desert

Ruff is stylized to look like messy hair

Foxtrot (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing/SilkWing hybrid

Stage performer, performance partners with Rhazz

Loves showtunes music

Feel free to simplify his design if needed lmao

Magma (Toyhouse Link)

Biggest of any of my dragon characters

Veteran of some war (he never specifically says which)

Has a scar on his tail

Adoptive older brother to Sunrise

Fits the "cool uncle who brings the kids awesome gifts at their birthdays and holidays" role

Sundial (Toyhouse Link)

IceWing/RainWing hybrid

Girlfriend of Doppler

Makes up a weather watching/storm chasing team with Doppler and ThunderSnow

Wings show what the sky outside looks like at any given time (day/night, clear/rain/snow, etc. - think like a Minecraft clock lol)

ThunderSnow (Toyhouse Link)

IceWing/SkyWing hybrid

Wavy spines are a hybrid side effect

Wings are meant to look like a blizzard, icicles and lightning, all meant to tie back to his name

Storm chaser, works with Doppler and Sundial

Boyfriend of Eejanaika

Wanderlust (Toyhouse Link)

SilkWing

Owns a safari tour business in Pantala

Sometimes wears a pith helmet at an angle as part of her tours :]

Probably has an Australian accent lol

Her catchphrase/business tagline is "Everybody needs a little more wonder in their lives!"

TERTIARY OCS

Cenote (Toyhouse Link)

PackWing (WoF Fantribe)

Name is pronounced Seh-noh-Tay)

Lives in the forest and has a lot of knowledge about herbs and plants and stuff

Spends so much time in the woods that the smell tends to follow him wherever he goes

Markings and stuff can be simplified if needed lol

Chernobyl (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing/SandWing hybrid

Used to be the king of a fantribe I had made called FissionWings, which is why he has his floaty crown

Orange stripe along his flank is highly radioactive

The spots on his wings flicker with little sparks of radiation

Generally cold and stoic, usually keeps to himself

South (Toyhouse Link)

Melanistic IceWing

Named to contrast all of the IceWing OCs named North lmao

Youngest/smallest of all my dragon OCs

Very innocent and happy since he's still pretty young

Love to play with his friends

StrangeEvidence (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing with weak future seeing powers

Based on the terrible Science Channel show of the same name [I have no shame]

Tries to interpret his visions but goes like, way overboard and sounds ridiculous in the process

When they turn out to be something totally mundane, he's just like  "alright, so that's what that's about. Hm, neat" and walks away

These last two are doubled up due to Tumblr's 30 image per post limit </3

Sunrise (Toyhouse Link)

Also fairly young, but older than South (like what would be tween age in humans)

Kind of a ditz and lacks any kind of inhibition, which sometimes gets her into trouble

Adoptive younger sister to Magma, who often helps her out of the trouble she gets herself into

Tōhoku (Toyhouse Link)

SeaWing/SandWing hybrid

Lives by the beach

Loves to cook and owns a snack shack by the ocean

Very chill, would probably host a surfing contest

#TacTalks #TacDraws #long post #I am not tagging every single one of these OCs lmao #OCs #original characters #oc art #furry #anthro furry #sfw furry #clean furry #feral oc #feral furry #dragon #dragon art #wof #wof art #wof ocs #anthro oc #wings of fire #wings of fire oc #ref #character refs #reference drawings