#wasn't planning on making it pastel either

[pekoeboo]

ok so. this was actually made for a friend's recent birthday (the same friend who introduced me to the Hitman series), but I felt like it was appropriate to post this today - on Agent 47's canonical birthday (September 5th)

the pic itself is based on an inside joke between my friend and I from when I watched her play the game for the very first time, so I'm sure it's a bit weird, but hopefully y'all can still appreciate the absurdity of the art, regardless xD

(tbh I could've done something nice and meaningful for 47's bday, but I had this one done already so... it is what it is, haha)

please do not remove caption or repost. also on deviantart

#listen. someone had to showcase just how weird the games are #so it might as well be me hahaha #wasn't planning on making it pastel either #it just kinda happened that way and i feel like it makes it funnier #hitman #agent 47 #hitman woa #hitman 2016 #hitman 2 #hitman 3 #io interactive #pastel

[crxss01]

— Rosa Pastel (2)

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ after four months of having broken up with miles an event leads you right back into his arms.

warnings ✧˖ ° gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship, threatening, unwanted flirting, miles is a major red flag, violence, mentioned murder, stalking.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, mi angelito: my little angel, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, los mataré, entiendes?: i'll kill them, understand?

a/n . . ◟੭ here’s part one! heyy, loves! i’m sorry for the long wait, i have been busy writing other fics and with real life things!

four months.

it has been four months since you left miles and you couldn't feel anymore miserable, your entire world had revolved around him and it was like it stopped the motion the moment you broke up with him.

he hadn't tried anything to approach you or even contact you, part of it made you mad but the other part was relieved because you didn't know what you would do if miles tried to explain himself again while you were still vulnerable.

you have tried to go on multiple dates since then, but they turned out really badly since either the person was the rudest one you have ever met or stood you up. you were tired of that, what was wrong with this people? asking someone on a date just to treat them like shit, then never trying to speak with you again or not show at all.

now you were getting ready for a party, almost done with your look. you had spent most of the time stressing out on what to wear because you wanted attention but not that much attention so you had to figure out something fast.

after deciding which dress to wear you did your makeup and hair, before putting on some short heeled stilettos to finish off the look. you sighed looking at the mirror, maybe today you could forget about him for a while and focus on having fun for once.

grabbing your purse and double checking that everything you needed was inside of it, you left your house. breathing in the fresh air, you started walking to the convenience store, wanting to buy something before calling an uber.

however your plans changed when you noticed a group of men standing there drinking, smoking and looking crazy. you turned, deciding to just make your way back home and call the uber. the streets were dangerous ever since captain morales died and you didn't want to fall victim to any of this men.

"hey, sweetheart! where you going?" one of them noticed you and called out.

you cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes together and walking faster.

"now, why are you walking so fast? huh?" the same one that had talked before had ran towards you and caught your arm in his grasp.

"please, leave me alone." now you were scared.

"and why would i do that?" he eyed you from head to toe. "aren't you a doll, wanna go back to my place?"

it sounded like a question but you knew that it wasn't. "listen, i just wanna go home."

"i can go home with you too." he laughed and the others, who you didn't notice had gotten closer, started laughing too.

five grown men surrounding you. this night couldn't get any worse. the one holding you took out a pocket knife and ran it across your face.

"let go of me!" you said, trying to keep it together and not show any fear.

"i don't think so." the man shook his head with a sick grin on his face, lifting the knife from your face and shaking it as well. "now—"

there was a loud slashing sound and suddenly the man was on the floor, blood pooling around him, four deep slashes across his back.

you knew who it was from and you didn't hesitate to run, it was hard on heels but you made it home, locking the door behind you and putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

miles had just killed someone. right in front of you, he just killed him. you slid down the door, your hand still covering your mouth as tears fell down from your eyes.

"don't cry, mami." the voice scared you but you had no energy to jump at the sound or to start yelling at him for what he did. "that man ain't worth it."

"just leave me alone, please..." you managed to say.

"what if someone tries to break in?" miles asked, kneeling in front of you. "what if you get harassed again? won't you want me there for you? to protect you?"

you finally looked over at him, a claw was laying beside him, covered in blood and his suit had some fresh blood on it.

"you killed them all?" you asked.

"of course i did," he nodded with a sweet smile, making him appear so innocent. "one laid his hands on you while the others just watched. they all deserved what they got."

"you killed them."

"yes, and i would do it again to protect you."

"miles, you killed." you took a shaky breath. "because of me."

"no, princesa." he shook his head. "i killed for you. there is a difference."

"what difference?" you asked angrily. "it's all the same. for me, because of me. it's my fault they died."

"no, it's their fault for messing with what's mine." miles corrected. "i was just protecting you, princesa. if i had let them live they could have attacked you again or another person."

you thought about this, he was right. "they could've attacked another person." you repeated and nodded. "you're right."

"of course, i'm right." miles smirked, knowing that he was breaking through. "i always make sure you're okay, even checking in on the guys you set up your little dates with."

"what?" you asked confused.

"well, some of them weren't nice to my princesa so i had to take care of that. and others didn't deserve a date with you." he shrugged.

"but you only did that to protect me, right?"

"of course, mi angelito." he nodded.

"everything that you have done was for that too?"

"yes," miles nodded, encouraging your thoughts of you needing him. "so will you take me back?"

"yeah," you nodded, wiping your tear stained cheeks with a smile.

"good," miles nodded and grabbed your chin with the same hand he used to kill, pulling you in to leave a peck on your lips. "you are never going to leave me again, understand?"

you nodded.

"i asked if you understand?" he said more forcefully.

"yes, bonito." you answered verbally this time.

miles smirked. "good."

he pulled you back in for a real kiss this time, his mouth coming in contact with yours into a blissful kiss. his tongue pushed its way inside your mouth, fighting yours and winning, exploring every inch of the place he missed so much.

"don't ever think about going out with other men again." miles said between kisses. "los mataré, entiendes?"

"yes." you nodded and pulled him back in to kiss him.

you just missed him so much. why were you so stupid to leave him in the first place? all he wanted was to protect you.

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[thexianzhoujade]

「 50 ways to say goodbye | kiss (don't tell!) event 」 lyney & thoma x gn!reader | fluff, established relationships | event entry. ↳ hey @meidnightrain lovey !! i'm your secret admirer this year !! i originally planned to do way more characters but i'm limiting myself to two per post so i don't get overwhelmed. you're an absolute pleasure to know and i hope 2024 treats you so well !!

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LYNEY never likes to say goodbye. it's his least favourite time of his day, whether it be the morning when he presses a chaste kiss to your sleepy face before he leaves for his day of work; magician or fatuus, or whether it be the evening when you promised to help your friend clean up work at the palais mermonia, ushering you out of the door to a location you know will be burying you in the smell of musty paperwork and potential papercuts that linger on your skin.

whatever his day entails he wishes that it would include you by his side permanently. it continues this way routinely, lithe fingers knit together with yours in a reluctance to ever let you go - unashamedly, it was a habit he wouldn't even swallow down in front of his siblings. lynette and freminet can only sigh after all, who would want to part their brother from his key to happiness?

he likes his habits, his routines; the one in particular he'll never get rid of is those beautiful rainbow roses he can conjure up before your very own eyes, amazed and dazzling as they drink in the pastel colours of every flower he holds before you in his gloved hands. in return, you'd taken to dry pressing every single faithful flower in an act of love. the day that lyney had found out, he'd pressed a kiss to your cheek and emphasised that you could use all the dried petals on your wedding day.

his siblings have to take a moment to cringe at their brother’s antics but they know fully well they’ll never be able to pry him from you. he gets too anxious without you at his side, even if he knows exactly where you are, he can’t shake off that mild separation anxiety that stems from his past, from his job that he holds as a secret like a guillotine over his head.

he hates goodbyes but no matter what, your cheerful smile when he appears within your line of sight again reminds him exactly why he keeps pushing through his day so that he can return you and the home you provide for him - the thing he’s always wanted in his life.

THOMA is a busy man! you knew that when you'd fell head over heels for the tall ginger male, his arms full of heavy wooden boxes as he moved something for the young master of the kamisato clan. he was a diligent worker and never failed to smile whenever the opportunity arose - what wasn't there to fall in love with? but as a minorly recognised workaholic, thoma is rarely able spend a day without uttering goodbye to you.

but before he leaves out the front door, his steps gentle and his hands never slamming it shut behind him, he makes food. whether he's cooked up breakfast to leave on your nightstand for when you finally wake up completely or he wrapped up leftovers from his own lunch - he'd never admit it but he always makes too much of his lunch specifically for you. of course, you'd never admit to him either about how a smile etches onto your face when you spot the food he leaves for you, even as you scold him for the actions you know he'll never stop.

next to the steaming plate of food, there'll always be a slightly crumpled piece of paper, his familiar scrawl scattered on the lines in the forms of i love yous, instructions for keeping warm and another recipe he'd had tucked up his sleeve. for the well-known fixer of inazuma and the housekeeper of the kamisato estate, he's oddly poetic with his words, with every word written with the utmost of love.

no matter how much you scold him lightly, pressing light kisses to his calloused skin, he'll never change his ways. in between all the rushing around and working off his feet, you're the calm in a storm for thoma. he comes home knowing that he has your warmth curled up on a cough in front of a fireplace, a crocheted blanket draped over your legs as you wait for him. there's dinner boiling in the kitchen, the scents of mixed spices and numerous other ingredients making the house smell more homely than usual.

goodbyes are difficult and lingering but he knows that at the end of the day, he gets to wrap his arms around you once more and finally relax.

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#— kiss (don’t tell) ! #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #( sealed letters ) #© thexianzhoujade #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #thoma x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

In the League of Assassins, to return home to find one's personal quarters breached, door ajar, is a violation of the highest order - a threat, a declaration of war all rolled into one.

In Wayne Manor, it was WORSE.

Damian stood in the hallway, backpack clenched in one hand, glaring at his bedroom door with everything he had. In a just world, the door would have the decency to at least burst into flames. Alas, it did not and Damian came no closer to developing x-ray vision in the intervening moments.

He clicked his tongue and stalked forward, determined to spew vitriol of the highest caliber at the interloper.

Grayson and Todd had plans today - it was why Pennyworth had been the one to collect him from school. Brown and Cain were currently staying in the manor, but they usually only appeared around meals like the stray cats Damian fed behind the now defunct grilled cheese restaurant on the corner of Washington and 147th. Thomas and Drake usually returned later in the day - school and work respectively.

In short - Damian's room had either been breached by a stranger which was staggeringly unlikely, or there was a flaw in his information.

Throwing open the door, Damian's eyes met Drake's and every scathing insult died on his lips.

Because the older boy was sitting in Damian's desk chair with a pastel pink box on his lap. The same one that Damian had secreted away last night and hoped to return today with his older "brother" none the wiser.

"So, do you want to talk about this or..." Tim trailed off, seeming oddly relaxed.

"Get out of my room."

"Ok, because this Hello Kitty caboodle was a cherished gift from Stephanie and I was beside myself when I found out it was missing this morning."

Damian could see the bruising now, creeping up the side of Drake's neck where he'd turned to avoid taking a pipe to the throat.

"I decided to work from home," he explained unnecessarily, catching how Damian's eyes lingered on the too dark shadow around his collar. "Why did you take my makeup?"

Damian glared at him, lip curling in disgust.

"Ok," Drake said again. "At least tell me you didn't use my brushes and sponges. I don't want the cross contamination of your face germs."

"How dare you!" Damian hissed, clenching his free hand into a fist as well now. "To imply I'm unclean-"

"Oh my god, shut up. Everyone has weird face germs and whole ecosystems on their skin. People have mites in their eyelashes."

After a quick Google search, Damian determined that to be true and resolved to never think about it again.

"It's not sanitary to share," Drake concluded. Finally, he stood. Hopefully that meant that he was done with this whole mortifying ordeal. "But, Damian..."

"Leave," he ordered. Drake didn't. He just looked at Damian. It was- it was uncomfortable. Rude, even. And it certainly didn't make Damian sweat with the knowledge that a properly motivated Red Robin was nearly as observant as Batman himself.

"I'm going to make you an offer," Tim said, seemingly finding something in Damian's face or body language. "I'll take you out to a proper store for brushes and makeup - they'll be able to help with your shades and stuff better than I can - and as soon as we get home we'll never speak about it again."

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Arguably so you'll be better able to go undercover - Bruce had me posing as Caroline Hill when I was a little older than you are now. But also, maybe it's a gender thing."

"It's not."

"Okay," Drake agreed easily. "But I'm going out as a woman if we do go - I have a rapport with the workers at the Sephora in Burnley."

Drake had no pride as a man, that much was obvious. Internally, Damian could admit that wasn't... Bad.

"Do you... Prefer to be a woman?" he asked stiffly because he may think Drake was a consummate waste of air, but he wasn't a monster. He would use the right pronouns.

"I don't really care," he said. "I don't feel strongly one way or another."

Leave it to Drake to half ass the entire concept of his own gender.

"If you go as a woman, would I present a hindrance to your cover?" Damian asked before he remembered that leaving for a little makeup outing with Timothy Drake was one of the last things he wanted to do.

"I could swing it," he answered. "But I think you might have fun dressing up. Have you seen my collection of wigs?"

Without knowing how, exactly, Damian found himself sat down at a proper vanity in Drake's private bathroom, hair framing his face in gentle medium brown waves. As Drake struggled with an unopened tube of eyeliner in the background, he looked at himself in the mirror.

A face achingly reminiscent of his mother's peered back at him.

#tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul-wayne #my writing tag #tims gender in this is a lot like mine in the sense that i just dont really care #in canon damian likes to be other people just to see what its like #he dressed up as a bus driver and a substitute teacher at jons school #idk i have thoughts about him wanting to know how the other people live

[bloodywings]

Putting the "fun" in funeral

CW/TW: major character death!!! reader dies, talks of dying, talks of funeral, probably ooc Bakugou, angst with no comfort

Gender Neutral, plus size and POC friendly!!

I think that's all, please let me know if I missed anything!

Thanks for clicking, I hope you enjoy!

"Kat?" a soft whisper of a question fell from your lips, breaking the silence that had been in the room for far too long.

"Yeah?" Your boyfriend responds, you two hadn't spoken in a while, hence the silence. But how could you? The news you were just told would be enough to make both of your hearts drop. The impending silence was better than acknowledging the inevitable.

"When I die," you started. And with this, your lover felt his heart sink. You had just accepted it? He could feel a lump in his throat start. Death had been a thing that you feared, the inevitable but scary action kept you awake at night. And of course, your lover was always there to soothe your worries. Your fear of the unknown had taken a toll on you more times than either of you could count.

So to hear you, of all people, just accept this fate, was bone-chilling. "Can you make sure no one wears black at my funeral?" You asked. You could see your boyfriend's eyebrow raise at the request, so you explained "I mean, I'll already be dead, why wear black? It just kinda ruins the mood, y'know?" And to this, your lover let out a stiff chuckle. The conversation was serious, sure. But your logic was hilarious, and the blonde couldn't help the belly laugh that flowed from his lips.

And you soon joined in

"I mean seriously," you say between chuckles, "I'm already dead, I feel like black is doing too much. Have them wear pastels or some shit." You finish with a final chuckle Only to begin again after your lover says in between his own laughs. "Pastel? Are you fucking serious?" His face is beginning to turn red from how much he has laughed within the last few minutes.

"Hell yeah, have them put me in yellow, or something. But not a mustard yellow," and as you finish, Bakugou says it with you,"a pastel yellow!" and you both begin laughing again.

And as your boyfriend is punching your hospital bed in laughter, you can't help but smile. After a mission went bad, a long tear-filled trip to the hospital, before receiving heartbreaking news. You wouldn't be able to live outside the hospital. You'd be on a ventilator for the rest of your life. Barely being able to move on your own. With someone taking care of you.

Either that or they give you a week and pull the plug. You had a 25% chance of living after that. You were only 28, living a life on a ventilator until the day you died didn't sound like the best plan.

And so the second option seemed the best.

Of course, your lover had tried to talk you out of it

"I'll take care of you, you know I will, just please, don't do this" Katsuki begged. "I don't know if I could last without you." He whispered that last part.

"You say that now, but in a year or two, having to come home and take care of me is going to be absolutely shitty." You argued, standing your ground. "You're gonna wish they pulled the plug on me." You finished.

He hated this, he wasn't going to be able to get through to you. Your logical stubbornness was something that he loved. It was one of the main things that attracted him to you. But now that forgotten boomerang was coming back, and he wasn't going to be quick enough to catch it.

But when was Katsuki Bakugou ever known to give up?

Before he could continue his argument though, you did "You're only saying this now because you don't want to face the grief, but the actions of your stupid and selfish consequences are going to come back and bite you in the ass." You finished. The glare in your eyes and the tone in your voice told him that the conversation was over. That arguing was pointless.

And that's how you ended up in silence.

But now, as you're watching him belly laugh you couldn't help but smile. Sure, the thought of your impending death was making you want to sob, but you didn't want your last moments with the love of your life to be in tears.

You wanted him to look back on these memories and smile through the tears, laugh through the racking sobs that were impossible to control. You wanted a tear-filled smile to come when he thought of you. Not the fearful look on your face at the thought of death. And so you laughed with him, holding back tears.

And he did the same for you.

Whether you liked to admit it or not, Katsuki knew you like the back of his hand. He knew that your smile was to make him smile. And to answer that bright smile of yours with a scowl was too brutal.

Even for him.

And so he smiled with you, wanting to ease your worries about leaving him alone. The thought of losing you held him in a vice grip, choking him more and more. But he smiled for you.

And even a week later, when your time was up. He watched as you said your final words, surrounded by family and friends. Kirishima's arm wrapped around him, squeezing him every once in a while to ground him.

All of his friends, who had later become your friends were there. They had grown to love you almost as much as Katsuki did.

Almost, only because Katsuki would go to the ends of the earth for you. If you wanted him to all you had to do was set the timer. He'd call you when he got there. If you wanted a star, all you had to do was say when. He'd suit himself up and get to space for you. If you want your enemy's head on a platter, he'd say "medium or well done?"

He loved you with all that was in him, and as he watched the light leave your eyes, the air leaves your lungs, and the monitor you were connected to fall to an ear-deafening beep. He felt his heart sink into his chest.

A sob, so soft that you might not even hear it if the room wasn't so silent. And immediately the redhead holding him pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face as well.

He wanted to push Kirishima off, and walk out, but the stress and anticipation of your death had been weighing on him all week. He needed a shoulder to cry on. And with the rest of the people that he held deep in his heart surrounding him, he just might be okay.

And another dreadful week later was your funeral, you as well as the rest of his friends dressed in beautiful pastel colors. Nowhere near reflecting how they felt. The pastel was a huge contrast to the pain, guilt, and grief that was gnawing at them.

And you? You looked beautiful, in that pastel yellow outfit that Katsuki had picked out for you himself. Keeping your final wish deep in his heart.

Instead of 6 feet under with you.

A/n: Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

Notes and reblogs are appreciated

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings <3

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[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

I'm not sure how I'll continue it yet, but this is the infamous pastel grunge punk!Steve I ended up writing instead of tentacles, so enjoy XD

Sparked by this beautiful post

By @discodeviant because while I was reading, Beggar's Song by Matt Maeson started playing in my head.

Steve looked into the backroom bathroom's cracked mirror and fixed his hair for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes. It was practically a ritual at this point when he was nervous. Well, maybe it'd become his lucky thing after tonight.

He brushed the hair away from his face and clicked his tongue ring pensively. From one side, his new haircut still had his usual thick brown voluminous waves with highlights that nearly brushed his shoulder. From the other side, he'd had it trimmed down into a disconnected undercut and dyed baby pink. He'd originally been planning on dying all of his hair pink and getting both sides shaved, but had chickened out. He'd still been thrilled by the outcome though.

Or at least he had loved it just this morning. But would everyone else? Had he made a mistake and fucked up one of the only good things about him-

A fist banged on the door and Robin's voice came through the door. "Come on, dingus, you're already pretty. Stop spiraling and let's go!"

Steve smiled and let her in. "Aw, Buckley, I'm pretty? Even pretty enough for you?"

Robin snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Don't push it. Now get your ass up on stage before it escapes those pants and makes a run for it. You're never going to throw those out, are you?"

Steve looked down at his worn thin jeans and yeah, maybe they were a bit tighter than usual in the ass, but their new apartment had a lot of stairs, okay! Despite it being almost more holes than pants, they were comfortable and definitely something his parents would never have let him wear when he'd still been under his dad's thumb. So of course that made them his favorite.

He turned and washed his hands once more. Robin let out a choking noise and pointed at his ass. "That's a new hole."

For a split second, Steve thought she was talking about something else until she poked at a spot on his ass not covered by the pants. There was a new hole in his jeans that showed off a not small peek of his ass and thigh. But it was low enough that Steve wasn't too worried about it.

"Buy a guy dinner first, jeez." Steve teased her.

She just slapped his ass. "Yeah, sure, I know a great little place on Easy Street called Cafe Puttana."

"Did you just call me a whore in my own mother tongue, Buckley?!" Steve gasped dramatically. "And maybe if you dressed like this more often, you'd stop having to resort to handing out free drinks to get a girl's attention." Steve hip checked her as she giggled at him and opened the door. "Now let's get this show on the road before everyone notices their favorite bartenders are both missing. My public awaits." He adjusted his pink jean vest over his Nirvana t-shirt as he stepped out, still picking, still-

"Your 'public' is a bunch of drunks, punks, burnouts, and half dead partiers." Robin hugged him from behind just before they got to the stage in the bar. "So don't let the nerves get you. Just have fun and sing me a song, piano man."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. "I'm no Billy Joel, but I'll see what I can do, uptown girl."

Robin went up on stage to announce him. She hyped him up as best she could given her audience and got a not too bad round of applause. Steve wasn't expecting much, this was a gig he'd just gotten only because he worked at the bar and the band that had been scheduled to play had canceled. He usually worked as their bartender and he was good at it. He probably wouldn't have gotten either job if Robin hadn't stepped up to bat for him.

Steve practiced his breathing exercises as the players they could find on such short notice got ready. He stepped up on stage, gave a friendly wave to the regulars who recognized and cheered for him.

He took a seat at the piano he'd had to tune himself before the show because it got so little use.

"Hey, you bunch of vagrants and drains on society." His words were met with proud hoots and hollers. "It's me, Steve, your favorite bartender." This was met with a loud boo from the bar, Robin playfully heckling him.

"That bunch of assholes the boss hired canceled, yeah, I know. So you get me instead, aren't you lucky? Usually you have to buy a drink to get to listen to my dulcet tones." Steve grinned as the crowd booed, whistled, and catcalled. "So enjoy the music, I wrote it myself. Yeah, that's right, fuck you, I have layers. Or if you don't like it, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the view you bunch of pervs." More catcalls.

Steve signaled the players and waited a moment, waiting for his cue, as they played the intro. They weren't bad for only two days of practice.

Jesus, come talk to me

I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free

I know that I need us more than I need me

One more whiskey, I am wild and free

Steve started playing as he continued singing.

Oh, but I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Steve didn't hear any hecklers, not that he thought anyone was that willing to get on Robin's Shit List, but he still didn't dare look up.

Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me

I am on four drugs, I am wild and free

I know that I failed less, the less I knew me

Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

Steve felt good about the beat and the band seemed to be really getting into it.

Oh 'cause I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Ay, yeah

Yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Yeah, yeah

He timed his breathing as the band trailed into the chorus.

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve nodded and belted the post chorus.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve blinked his eyes open when he felt a bit of an echo- no, there were people singing along. He recognized Robin's off key voice and smiled. Steve sang out the lyrics with his whole chest.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

He could hear a lot more voices raise with his as he sang the last chorus as the band tapered off. "Come on, beggers!"

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

For an embarrassing moment, Steve thought he might fucking cry at the roars from the bar. Yeah, it was a few dozen regulars, drunkards, and partiers blitzed out of their minds, but it was leagues above his self doubt's worst case scenario. He had to swallow hard more than once before he felt confident enough to talk into the mic again. 

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, you assholes?" Steve knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but it was hard to care. "Give a hand to the band, they had like two days to fucking practice my crap, holy shit."

The bar clapped and yelled for them. The band looked pleased with the positive attention and a few waved back. One flipped off the audience much to their delight.

"Now, the rest of the songs are covers, the good shit, I promise." Steve announced. "So spend your fucking money, don't forget to tip, and enjoy."

They ended up playing some Nirvana, a little The Clash of course, Dead Kennedys, Siouxsie and the Banshees, through in a Motley Crüe song, and topped it off with his beloved Queen.

To Steve's honest surprise and giddiness, there was a demand for an encore of Beggar's Song. He led them through it one more time before ending for the night. Closing time was in less than an hour and he wanted to help Robin out with last call.

They got a decent amount of tips that he let the band take the lion's share of, but still got a sweet fifteen bucks on top of the thirty his boss had already paid him. He'd be able to buy some pretty good food for him and Robin this month.

That's all I got for now!

The backstory is Robin and Steve moved together somewhere after Robin got kicked out for coming out to her parents.

Maybe she stayed with Steve until her parents told his parents and they called to tell him to send her home, whatever. Robin and Steve decided to strip whatever they could from the house, sell it, sneak into her room while her parents were gone to pack, and they rode off into the sunset. 

Now they have a shitty apartment, jobs at a shitty bar, and they've never been happier. ❤

I have plans to bring Billy and Eddie into it later.

Two Nights Ago

Robin: I volunteered you for a gig

Steve: I've only sang in front of you!

Robin: it's time to fly, I'm kicking you out of the nest, dingus

Steve: does this make you my mama bird?

-Robin throws a pillow at him-

Steve: how could you do this to your child!

#harle hums #they're little shits and i love them #robin buckley #steve harrington #punk steve harrington #punk steve au #future harringroveson #future metalsandwich

[nuzzle]

How do you feel comfortable going out in lolita? I love the fashion but only wear it at home so far, I hate attention and don't want other people to perceive me let alone make fun of me thinking I either try to look like a 'kid' because of the sweet pastel motifs or if that's a fetish thing :( ((I'm a sweet lolita))

i definitely wasn't comfortable with it until after the first couple of times, you're not alone in feeling apprehensive about it!

i'm the same way as you, i dislike attracting attention/people looking/staring and commenting and such.. but you get used to it after the first few interactions. the reality is there's a preconceived notion a lot of people have about those who wear alternative fashions—that anyone dressed "differently" than the norm is doing so to invite others to talk to them, interact with them, stare, take photos and all even though a lot of us prefer to be left alone. especially with sweet lolita as you mentioned, there will be certain people who are convinced of it being something sexual or related to some sort of age regression.

it helps to be content with knowing you're wearing it with the intention of simply wanting to dress a certain way, and that there's no deeper meaning or motivation behind doing so. you don't owe people explanations and don't have to convince them otherwise, it's completely okay to let people be wrong about you. a good amount of people you'll be seeing on the streets will be unable to understand what lolita is, even if you took the time to explain it, let alone able to comprehend why people would want to dress that way... which is fine really, with time you'll value judgements from strangers less and less.

interactions with strangers will often be a mixed bag. you'll get compliments but you'll also have rude people who overstep boundaries or make snide comments. sometimes people will smile at you or look with interest/curiosity but there will also be people who give you nasty/rude looks. a lot of people will blankly stare or look for a while in general, but it's often best to assume they're simply staring because it's something different/interesting rather than staring to be rude.

it's important to remember you have the choice to remove yourself from situations that make you uncomfortable. i often remind myself that i'll likely never see any of these people again if i find myself feeling especially nervous. i highly recommend having plans ready for days you'd like to go out. it helps to have a coord you're very happy with prepared, a fun activity or place to eat to look forward to, a supportive friend or partner (even if they don't wear lolita) to go out with you. personally i wore something toned down for the first time (neutral colors) and then after felt comfortable enough to wear bolder colors and more OTT looks. you could work up to it/ease into it at your own pace, but throwing myself out there is what worked best for me. the "do it scared" saying resonated a lot with me.

and lastly, some positives:

every now and then you'll inspire someone/give them the confidence to also dress in a way that's more expressive and true to how they'd like to dress rather than conforming to what's considered acceptable.

you'll eventually run into people who know what lolita is and recognize what you're wearing, that's always cool to experience!

you will be doing what you want and what makes you happiest. at the end of the day, you have yourself and you realize how little the people you see in passing actually matter. you're the most important person in your own life, put your happiness before other's opinions, life's too short to not live how you want out of fear of how others will react, etc!

#asks #lolita fashion

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 167

YO PROPS TO WITCH!!!

Hm, I wonder how Leelathae writes in her diary? I mean, does she write them in just dialogue, or narrative, or what? Either she is writes in dialogue, or she described the witch pretty well for Gwen to recognize who the witch is.

I mean, I didn't expect these ingredients, but sure. Does this imply there's a cemetery near The Pastel Kingdom? Cause Leelathae isn't allowed to be far from home, right? And I doubt she would ask someone to get dirt from cemetery for her...

I wonder what Leelathae plan was? Cause she didn't get the chance to execute it since her portrait was stolen by Leland. Or maybe she did execute it while in the Plaid Kingdom?

I agree with the witch so much. The painters fr did Leelathae dirty 💀

THE WITCH WASN'T LYING. SHE DOES LOOK COOL AF. LIKE. BRO?? HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO FALL IN LOVE.

Huh. How does the ingredient turn into a paint-like liquid?? None of the ingredients are liquid based. Maybe the dirt?

This whole spell thing is sick man. It's so dang cool!! I wonder if anyone notices Leelathae sparkling?? I mean, one of the maids has got to notice right?

Also I've never knew there's tea inside snickerdoodles (chai is tea, right?). Well, it's not like I've ever tried snickerdoodles, but last time I read the recipe, I don't remember tea being in the recipe. But that was years ago so it might just be my memory.

Well, the mystery of the portrait is finally solved! And yet there's another mystery.. what writing did Leelathae put behind her portrait? Yes, the diary is one of them, but there are other things too. Like those brown and green papers. I'm guessing it's a message toward her kids?

Ohh, that's why!! Leelathae was glowy because of the spell!

BRUH SO WAS IT LIKE, A MISUNDERSTANDING THIS WHOLE TIME?? I did kinda predict it in my really old post, but I was joking T_T

Something's kinda bothering me about what Leelathae said in her 3rd wish. Why is she only talking about her daughters? What about Jamie? Or is there a hidden meaning that I am not getting here? If someone would enlighten me, that would be nice.

Aw. It's actually pretty sweet when you think about how they didn't even know how to speak to each other at first, but they still fell in love with each other <3

Oh. Oohhh....okay. This doesn't justify what Leland is doing right now, but it sure give a big reason for it. Yikes. Damn. That must've hurt.

Okay okay, let me just remember the past episodes to realize all the causes here.

Leland's parents died due to tragic carriage accident (didn't a carriage accident happen more than once? Tho I can't remember to who besides Leland's parents)

His best friend, Jack, didn't arrive to Leland's parents' funeral, which is the moment he needed him the most (not Jack's fault though, since he was literally stranded in an island)

Leland obviously has a little crush on Jack, which is why it hurts him when he found out Jack brought Leelathae to Pastel Kingdom (again, not Jack's fault). I think this is where he jealousy starts, the point where Leland thinks he has to be better at every love things than Jack.

He overheard Jack saying he didn't need him, which is probably the nail in the coffin for Leland. I mean that monologue Leland has? That's kinda internal mental breakdown right there. (I gotta say, this scenario is kindaaa similar to Gwen overhearing Frederick calls her ugly. I wouldn't say it's the exact same thing of course. It's just the overhearing that makes it similar)

So! Looking at these 4 reasons, it is highly likely that Leland has some problems (no shit sherlock). HEAR ME OUT. I don't know what it is yet. I was thinking of abandonment issues, but I have yet to read much about it, so i'm not sure yet.

HAH! Glad Leelathae decided to haunt his dreams tho!

OH SHIT OH SHIT. NAH LELAND NAHHHH. HE BETTER NOT. ....well at the time i'm writing this the next episode is already out so.. guess we're gonna find out...IN THE NEXT REVIEW!!

Yeah I haven't read the episode yet lol. I bet it's gonna be chaotic though.

That's it for now, until next time.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews

[little-pup-pip]

any tips for starting an agere blog?

This is a good question!! My short answer is, I don't really know what I'm doing either, but I'm having fun here!

This is actually the first social media account I've really been active on! Ever! But I'll tell you some things that I think helped me to start this account and gain the amazing community I have! This is going to be pretty long, so I've placed the rest under the cut, it's also possibly ADHD centric at certain times, so apologies for that!!

1. Have fun with your blog! I have so much fun here every single day, and I don't think I would be this happy if I wasn't having fun making moodboards! Sometimes smaller things make it extra fun too, for example, it's kind of silly, but something that makes me happy is always using colored text on my blog! I think it's pretty!!

2. Make it your own! I love the aesthetic of my blog because it's very colorful! I also feel like my icon reflects my personality pretty well! So if you want your blog to not be very colorful, or pastel, or bright like mine, make it that way! Have a theme if you want! You won't want to be on your blog if you don't like how it looks!!

3. Have what you want to do with your blog in mind! If you have no idea, look at some other blogs and see if there's anything in particular you want to do! I actually had three blogs before this one, and the reason I kept none of them is because I didn't know what to do with them once I had them!

4. If you plan on opening requests for whatever you want to do, make some stuff of your own first! That will help people understand what you're offering better! I didn't get many requests at first, because when I opened them I had only done bluey stuff! You won't get many requests if no one knows what they're going to get.

5. Don't worry about numbers too much! It's easier said than done, but followers will come in time, and not every post needs to get hundreds of notes. I make moodboards because I think it's fun, and they make people happy. It feels nice to have something you made do well, but if it's not fun for you, you'll burn out really fast.

6. Know your boundaries! It's definitely helpful to start out with established rules, especially since you can change them later if you want. Everyone's boundaries are different, so think about what works best for you!!

I think that's everything! If you have any other questions feel free to ask! I hope this is the kind of advice you wanted!!

#oof this got long #I hope it helps! #sfw interaction only #Pip's barks

[summercreolefanfictioner]

Can i request some modern college au Kanato fluff headcanons if that's possible?? ^^

hohoho I've been planning to answer this a bit later but it's kanato's birthday so might as well 😉 oh btw I don't think fluff headcanons would cut it so might as well add a whole lot of things for his modern college au version

ps. you can view kanato's modern college au romance scenario here (yes the s/o will be fem reader based on this scenario)

warning: a bit of nsfw

kanato sakamaki: modern college au headcanons

modern boy living in an art of dolls, life, murder series, and desserts

kanato is actually taking up forensic mortuary science (basically everything about embalming funeral and reason behind death sht) bcos even in an au where he lives and breathes as a human, he still has his fascination with death and such so might as well throw them all out in this kind of course

he actually thought of dermatology or being a surgeon at some point bcos he'll get a license to cut somebody open but yeah his average grades won't let him make it

besides he can work in crime scenes and hunt criminals like in those murder crime documentaries he binge watches 24/7

while kanato enjoys studying under this course, he actually has average-ish grades just bcos karl annoys the sht out of him and he only does well in practical exams (so yeah if you give him a test paper, he'll most likely get a C or D; at least it's not an F)

he also takes up like two business classes on the side bcos karl demanded all his sons know something abt business management (ya know in case ayato decided to rebel against him and not become the heir)

he only had like 3 or 4 ex-girlfriends and they're either studying philosophy or english studies; and fun fact: these girls study in the same building as him

another fact: yui was shocked bcos she has no idea she's been in the same class with all kanato's ex-gfs all along 😭😭😭

but he had one ex who goes to the same class as laito's

you might think he'll date someone from his own class but actually, the forensic mortuary science course only has one class and there's only like 10 to 15 students (most of them being male); and since this purple gremlin right here is so introverted, he will never date someone who's obviously from the same circle 'cause he will always pick someone who won't draw that much attention

sounds like his modern college au scenario tbh (link above)

the triplets are all famous in the ryoutei university for being the it boys??? since ayato is the cute varsity player (I based this on the fact that Japanese fandom said he's babyface), laito was the casanova, and kanato was the "cutie goth kid"

ofc all the triplets are models, especially laito and ayato. but kanato was the only hand model out of them like yeah sure they've used his face and all for gothic photoshoots but what caught their eyes is his hands so yeah he's been careful not to get them injured or anything

another thing: boy wasn't allowed to carry teddy around school (bcos karl)

he actually tried smoking once bcos he saw laito and subaru doing it, only for him to cringe at the taste. laito mockingly laughed at him with kanato saluting him with a middle finger

his room is actually a purple harajuku pastel paradise like everything's lit with purple LED lights and filled with stuffed toys. also has his own mini fridge for his snacks and other things. his room is basically his own man cave.

his fashion sense is a mix of modern punk rock with a bit of goth. he also wears piercings for fun (but not too often). you can refer to his official super best art for more details

he wears piercings bcos of brotherly pressure (like once upon a time ayato and laito thought kanato must get piercings like then and they ended up injuring his ear)

now onto the fluff hcs that the anon asked

kanato as a boyfriend in the modern college au has no yandere tendencies so yeah we should be grateful

however, purple gremlin's so filled with jealousy and sassiness you'll think you're dating a brat

but he's not like caging his s/o or anything or demanding them to text him every second; he just doesn't like her being so friendly with other people

like too friendly with people (given by his own introverted tendencies)

would always ask his s/o to hang out with him after school like netflix and chill or chilling in the park laying on the grass and admiring the flowers

would even go to a stuffed toy shop with her or invite her for dinner at a desserts cafe

he's so good at resin and everything jewelry so he has prob given his s/o a lot of handmade jewelry pieces (even thought of opening his own online jewelry store)

even willing to use his own car just so he could drive his s/o around (he doesn't use his own car bcos why would he when they have their own family limo and sometimes ayato drives him and laito back home)

fun fact: his s/o studies culinary major in pastry??? and a few hotel restaurant management courses. also part times in the school cafe to learn a thing or two abt managing a restaurant

if you have read the scenario, you're prob aware that he met his s/o through ayato

kanato isn't a big fan of pda or something since he keeps everything lowkey so he doesn't kiss his s/o in public or do grand things, but he can deal with holding hands or intertwining pinkies

he doesn't also like those things such as going social media official like those celebs cause he thinks it's unnecessary

but if someone spots him and his s/o somewhere and asks them if they're dating, he'll just say yes and not elaborate anything

fun fact: after the ending of his romance scenario, he casually announced his relationship with his s/o to yui and his bros like nothing happened (like no preamble, he just dropped the bomb)

although kanato works with a lot of formaldehyde and other chemicals in his course, he actually keeps himself clean like he makes sure to change his clothes and spray on his sweet perfume so his s/o won't sniff chemicals that could harm her health

when it comes to arguments, kanato might look like a tough nut, but he's nothing but a soft cookie

he would say he doesn't care but he is sobbing as fvck and dying on the inside

he's like "how dare she? why won't she just make it up to me?!"

so yeah he ends up yielding bcos he has "spared her mercy"

now, with his nsfw headcanons hahahahahahaha

so here's the thing, his s/o actually passed out after their first sex so that counts as something

he's actually so good at foreplay tho, examining everything he could do to his s/o and how she'll get off with just his fingers 👀

likes leaving hickeys in places no one would see

would also gaze at his s/o from afar like he's already undressing her with his eyes all predatory and with a smirk that says, "see ya later"

ofc he practices utmost aftercare, like leaving his s/o clothes arranged on the nearby couch with a cart full of desserts and a few drinks on the side so his s/o could feel how much he loves her

would also cuddle with her all night long (that is if she doesn't have curfew)

he experiments with bdsm and roleplaying every now and then bcos he digs sht like that but he doesn't go knifing his s/o like he does in canon cause hello modern college au

but yeah he would shower her with kisses like for him this is a mandatory

and yes, he's one secret horny guy 👀

#diahell #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers oc #maya sakamaki #dl oc #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #diabolik oc #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers kanato #sakamaki kanato #kanato sakamaki x reader #kanato sakamaki headcanons #modern college au

[freedoms-wingz]

Beginings

Summery: After the rumbling, Reiner and Jean end up becoming parents. Enjoy this little blurb with a baby

Characters: Jean, Reiner, OC (Aurora)

TW: None

It was all relatively quiet. Too quiet for Reiner.

Why did the nightmares have to haunt him tonight of all nights? He sat up and rubbed his forehead with his palm before sliding out of bed and putting on his slippers. He sighed and glanced back at Jean, smiling softly at the sight of his husband still sleeping.

He left the bedroom and padded across the hall to the nursery. He cracked open the door, being as quiet as he could.

He admired the room. It was painted a gentle pastel yellow and decorated with simple little paintings Jean had added. The floor was a dark wood but had a plush white rug covering most of it. The room also was filled with various little toys and a rocking chair looking out at the window.

Reiner breathed in the smell. He never imagined he'd be here. Never let himself imagine it either. He never thought he'd make it this far, thinking he only had a couple more years before the curse would claim him or he'd be eaten.

But it never happened. They stopped it. They stopped the rumbling. No more curse. No more titans. And the world was in a place where everyone agreed not to repeat the recent horrors. He wasn't sure how long it would last, humanity was fickle in that way, but he hoped at least nothing would happen in his lifetime.

His ears focused on the little breaths coming from the crib. He walked over and smiled at the little face of Aurora, their adoptive baby girl. They had adopted her a couple of weeks ago.

Historia had written them, having heard they were thinking about adoption. Of course they hadn't cared for age or sex, they just wanted to be parents by then.

But in a selfish way...Reiner was glad they had a newborn they adopted. It felt more...parental in a way. To know that she would see them as her parents from the start. They had bounced around the idea of having more adoptions in the future, perhaps of an older child or even a teenager, but for now, they were content with Aurora.

He bent down and gently picked her up, causing the baby to give a confused coo and a squirm as she awoke.

"Shh. Don't want to wake mama." Reiner said softly. "He might kill me." Of course, they hadn't planned of referring to Jean as 'mama' but it had started as a joke but ended up sticking. Not that Jean seemed to mind.

Aurora cooed and yawned, cuddling into Reiner.

Reiner gave a small smile and walked to the rocking chair and sat in it, gently rocking them with his foot. He took a breath as the visions of the nightmare returned.

No. He wasn't a monster. Monsters don't get to hold babies like this....

He was broken out of his thoughts by another coo and he smiled.

"Heh. You can sense it already? Your old man's been through a lot. Mama too. One day, we'll tell you about the nightmares. Why they came, why they'll never go away..."

He took a calming breath and kissed her forehead. "But you make it all worth it, girlie. I'd do it all again if I still get to do this."

He watched her fall back asleep before he felt another presence. He looked up and gave a small smile to Jean.

"Couldn't sleep?" Jean asked in a soft voice, leaning against the doorframe with a gentle smile.

"Yeah... just the usual." Reiner sighed quietly.

Jean gave a pitying look before smiling and walking over, sitting on Reiners' lap to admire Aurora. He rested her head on Reiner's shoulder. He gently reached a hand out and stroked Aurora's cheek.

Yeah. Monsters don't get to do this. So therefore, Reiner couldn't be a monster, and the nightmares were wrong.

#armored titan #attack on titan #reiner braun #reiner x jean #jean kirstein #OC #fluff #ficlet #My fic #family #domestic fluff #Post-Canon

[our-destiny]

Care giver Michael forcing reader to age regress ♡

Cw: Forced age reggressing, kidnapping

Something was wrong about his behavior towards you, that much you were sure of. He always looks at you like one would a stray kitten; gentle with a hint of pity. Or like you were a newborn fawn, learning to walk for the first time, tripping over your own feet. And you guess that's were the nickname came from; Bambi. You wondered if he even knew your name considering he never used it, only ever calling you Bambi. You questioned him about it, multiple times, but his only response was that it suites you. A little baby deer he needed to protect, he needed to guide. That's his job as an angel after all. No, it's not weird that he gives you special treatment, after all you are special, constantly among demons, yet your soul is as pure as a child's.

He always treated you like a child, too. You are never allowed near anything dangerous; such as the Devildom, but also knives. It's gotten to the point you're not even allowed a butter knife. He also enjoys picking out clothes for you, or at least limiting your options. You have to wear pastel colours, nothing too revealing. There are sometimes when he dresses you as what you can only describe as an angel. He makes you wear white and gold, and sometimes even makes you wear wings and a halo. No matter how much you protest it doesn't make a difference. He's the strongest angel in the Celestial Realm while you're just a measly human. And no, you don't have the brothers on your side anymore. He removed your pacts and took you to the Celestial Realm, they have no idea where you are. Even if you do escape from him, everyone knows that Michael is your guardian and will bring you back to him when they see you out by yourself. I doubt you can evade the entire population of the Celestial Realm.

He acts like nothing's wrong. Like he didn't take you up here against your will and strip you of your basic human rights. Every day you're just trapped inside, the blinding sun coming through the locked windows. You can only entertain yourself by either colouring or reading children's books. He leaves breakfast on your nightstand, it's always something different everyday, sometimes it's pancakes, sometimes it's just cereal. It's always really good though. You refused to eat at first, you refused to do anything at first, just switched between crying to screaming to just sitting with your thoughts. When lunchtime rolls around either Michael or a trusted Seraphim brings you something to eat. At the beginning he had to force feed you, which wasn't fun, and still sometimes he likes to spoon feed you, other times letting you do it yourself. Then you're alone again.

Michael comes back hours later, you're not sure what time considering there's no clocks, and that's when you learn that it's better being alone here, even if you are bored out of your mind. He cuddles you, you two eat dinner and if you're lucky he takes you on a walk outside. You have to hold his hand the entire time, though. What if you get lost? He would never forgive himself. Or else you two just watch cartoons, as long as you don't throw a tantrum. When you do throw a tantrum he just holds you in his lap, despite you hitting him and trying to wriggle free, gently shushing you and bouncing you until you wear yourself out. He gives you a pacifier, you're too exhausted to resist, and you fall asleep in his arms, his protective hold on you never letting up even while you're both sleeping.

Eventually you start slipping into little space, start colouring while he's away, crawling into his arms once he comes back, finding him comforting while the outside world is big and scary. You forget how to take care of yourself, relying solely on him, just as he planned. His cute little Bambi, so lost without his guidance ♡

An: This isn't what I usually write, and it's incredibly self indulgent. Don't think anyone else will like this but if you have read it thank you <3

#obey me michael #obey me shall we date #obey me #om! swd #om! shall we date #forced age regression #i started writing this with the intention of it being consensual agere #but i started writing him as really manipulative and just went with it #this was really fun to write #i know i said i didn't like that people always wrote him as a villian #but he has such good potential #i guess simeon also has the potential to have a massive savior complex #even Raphael has the potential #Raph thinking that youre just so weak you need a big strong angel like him to protect you <3 #it's late #im tired #i made so many typing errors during this #apologies if there are still errors #i checked through it a few times which i dont normally do #normally i write it and read it once or twice to make sure it makes sense then post it #i'll check in the morning #i had trouble coming up with a title for this #again it was supposed to be fluffy or about having michael as a father figure #not about kidnapping #oopsie #goodnight y'all <3 #self indulgent

[invisibleraven]

Oh no, she's hot

Reggie x Kayla x Julie (did we say that was Royal Purple?)

When Julie entered the LBGT Alliance at UCLA she never expected to find love. She had expected finding people who had similar life experiences, doing outreach, planning Pride events, and offering peer counselling when they could.

She never expected Reggie.

Reggie who was a year older and was openly bi, but confessed he'd only figured it out in the last year, so a few of his awful relatives teased him about going through a 'college phase'. Reggie who had a few dates with guys and girls, but confessed he was honestly looking for someone to connect with. Who was quiet about his family, but loud about his band. Who flirted with ease but no seriousness, just loving to make people blush and scoff at his over the top lines.

Reggie who Julie found herself falling for every meeting.

Then, to make matters worse, he came in one day, glowing and going on and on about his date the night before with Kayla. She was a dance major, openly queer, and apparently made brownies to die for.

"She has class right now, but if things keep going well, I'll bring her to the mixer next week," Reggie promised, blushing and grinning when the other members slapped his back and teased him about how smitten he already appeared.

Julie tried to be happy for him, really she did. Reggie was a great guy; he was sweet, talented, smart (Julie was relying on him to get her through entry level Calculus honestly), and he deserved to find someone who made him light up like Kayla did.

But she was also a little jealous, a little heartbroken, and resolved to either not go to the mixer or to get spectacularly drunk at it and throw herself at the first cute girl she saw.

The next Friday night, Julie decided, fuck it, she was putting on her favourite rainbow crop top and going to the mixer, broken heart be damned. She got herself a cheap drink, and started grooving on the floor of the bar the Alliance had rented out for the night.

She danced with Lilly, the adorable nonbinary person from her English class, twirled around with Mac, who was in his drag queen persona and looked fierce as fuck, and even did a turn or two with Justine who had been eyeing her since the fall but Julie had never given much thought to other than thinking she was super nice.

But then she saw Reggie walk in with a girl on his arm.

"Oh no, she's hot," Julie moaned. "Of course she's hot."

Kayla was indeed hot in her purple pastel wig, her shiny holo mini dress and mega watt smile. Reggie was looking at her like a man besotted, and Julie wondered if she could sneak off to the bar for another drink before he spotted her.

"Julie!"

No such luck. She plastered a smile on her face instead. "Reggie!" she pulled him into a half hug. "Looking good as always."

"Not as good as you darlin'," he said, her blush rivalling his own. "This is Kayla."

"So you're the infamous Julie," Kayla smirked. "I swear this one won't shut up about you. Good thing I'm not the jealous type."

"You're poly, isn't that the antithesis of being jealous?" Reggie asked.

"Not always," Julie corrected. "I'm no stranger to the open relationship myself but I still get jealous all the time."

"Well Miss Molina, you wanna dance?" Kayla asked. "I would love to talk to someone who really gets it." She pointed at Reggie. "This one is trying, but he's new to it, so it's harder for him."

Dammit, she just had to be charming and nice too didn't she?" Julie thought. Plus the fact that she was poly... well Julie's blush wasn't fadig any time soon. "As long as Reggie doesn't mind."

"Oh yes, boo hoo, I have to watch my gorgeous girlfriend dance with one of the hottest girls here, whatever shall I do?" Reggie said sarcastically. "Go have fun, but you two better save a dance for me later."

"We just might!" Kayla called out before dragging Julie to the dance floor. The girl had moves too, and Julie found herself laughing and having a ball as Kayla twirled her around, the two of them getting along like a house on fire.

"I suppose we should go back to Reg before he starts to pout!" Kayla yelled over the music. "And see if he'll buy us both drinks!"

"I bet if we pouted back enough he would!" Julie giggled.

Of course Reggie bought them drinks, and Julie begged off the next dance to sip hers slowly. Watching Reggie and Kayla on the dance floor, she still felt that pang of jealousy. But this time it was to be out there with the both of them.

Only when her drink was finished, Reggie dragged her out with him, hamming it up while Kayla hit the bathroom. Then the next dance she was caught between them, and she was sure her heart would combust with how right it felt.

She had to get out, and when the dance finished, she thumbed towards the door. "Gotta get some fresh air!" She bolted, leaning against the brick facade outside, breathing in the cool breeze, and wondering if she should cut her losses, just go home.

"Julie?"

She turned, and there was Kayla, flanked by Reggie. "You okay Jules?" he asked kindly.

"Drank too much, got kind of dizzy, think I need to call it a night," Julie lied.

"Well how about we take you home then?" Kayla offered.

"You guys can stay, have fun," Julie waved them off. "It's not far, I can get an Uber, or even walk."

"Julie all my drinks have been non-alcoholic, I'm good to drive," Reggie said.

"And we'd worry about you if we didn't make sure you got home safe," Kayla added.

Julie sighed, knowing there was no getting out of it. "Fine, let's go."

Reggie offered her his elbow, with Kayla gleefully taking the other, walking towards his truck. "Honestly I'm glad for the short night," he said. "The mixers aren't really my scene."

"Then why did you go?" Julie asked as she hopped up between them in the cab of the vehicle.

"I wanted you and Kayla to meet," Reggie replied, and started driving. "I figured you two would hit it off."

Kayla grinned. "And we did! Good thinking baby." She leaned in and pressed a sticky kiss to Julie's cheek. "At least I think so."

"Um I... yes, we did," Julie turned to Reggie. "Are you okay with that?"

He smiled. "I told you, I set it up. I like Kayla, I knew she'd like you, and well, you do. Win win."

"I like you too," Julie whispered.

"Told you so!" Kayla crowed. "You owe me five bucks!"

"Yeah yeah," Reggie grumbled, handing over the bill. "I like you too Julie. So maybe tomorrow we can sit down and figure out how this can work out for all of us?"

"Sounds good," Julie grinned.

They dropped her off soon after, and well, how good it would work was confirmed by the toe curling good night kisses Julie got before going inside.

And by the next mixer she could claim to have the hottest partners there, even if Reggie and Kayla liked to joke that they did too.

Unexpected? Sure, but Julie was so glad for it, because the unexpected led her to a love that was extraordinary, and that was better than any expectations she ever had.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp royal purple #julie and the phantoms

[cqtlatte]

hi! dunno if this has been answered before or if youre in the mood to get interviewed, but im sososo in love with your art - im esp fascinated by the different textures n how you color. everything about your art scratches my brain just right!! im rlly interested in your process. are you more intuitive with a piece, or do you usually map out a pretty clear outline/palette beforehand? what's your fav/least fav part of your process? would you ever post timelapses or maybe no bc of ai?

heyo anon, thanks a bunch !! <33

I have talked about my process here and there but I'm generally all over the place about it KFHDSJGJDJSD

I used to plan out my color palettes back in 2020 since I wasn't that great at coloring (it was pretty painful for me..!! lots of my work looked bland bc of it) and I didn't really know how to draw backgrounds either so they were always an afterthought.

I blabbed a bit about how I learned how to jump over that hurdle in another ask!

Usually I have a hard time visualizing what I want to draw in my head, so unless I have a clear picture in mind, my sketches are definitely where I begin forming my ideas.

At this point in my art journey, I plan both the background and the character together so the finished piece looks more cohesive. Most of my coloring process by now is pretty intuitive since I can generally feel what colors work together and what doesn't, and I also edit my pieces with tone curve,gradient maps, and color balance if needed.

this was from an ask I got on twitter, but I think it's super relevant and the best explanation I was able to put into words, so I want to reshare here⤵️

"Generally when in the early stages of a piece, I start off with some limited and often very light pastel-like colors. I also keep shapes simple, just for the sake of planning my composition's direction.

As I render in details, I gradually bring in my more darker + saturated colors. I like to check the piece in black and white often to make sure there's a full range of values. This also helps to verify if the composition itself is clear and understandable even without the help of colors. Usually this is why many artists start in black and white and then bring in their colors, since it saves time in that area."

My least favorite part of my process??? I'd say the sketch 😭😭😭😭😭 sometimes its fun though,,,,?

The feeling of knowing what you want to draw but not being able to put it down on paper is so... RAGHHH. OR that moment where the sketch looks better than the finished product.

Actually I noticed this more while doing commissions, since I become more hyper aware to meet the client's request.

I have posted timelapses before!!! Ta daaa

I haven't recorded more because clip studio used to lag a lot with the timelapse feature on, but I recently got more ram so maybe I'll give it another shot eventually?

#asks #hope you'll enjoy my blabbing T_T <3 thanks again!

[buckybeardreams]

Omg trophy wife buck. I can definitely see this amazing semi dark Eddie very much enjoying that aspect. Especially watching Buck get extremely flustered over it because I’m sure Eddie would very much enjoy flat out telling him what a good little trophy wife he is just for the pure blush and flustering it would cause alone lol. I’m absolutely loving these characters and seeing Eddie plot and plan and do what he has to in order to get what he wants. Perfect submissive baby boy for Daddy Dom Eddie and perfect submissive trophy housewife for Dom Eddie. He really is going to be living the life of a king in all aspects and it’s so exciting.

Couldn't stop thinking about housewife Buck, so I had to write out Eddie giving Buck an apron lol

--

Buck stared at the frilly pink apron, horrified.

"I'm not wearing that," Buck said automatically, shaking his head in refusal and stepping back. "You can't make me."

It was such a stubborn, childish response that Eddie just rolled his eyes at his brat.

"Well, it's either this, or I'm putting you in a full on maid costume. Stockings and everything. So which is it, baby? You gonna be a good boy and put on your apron or is daddy gonna have to paint your ass red first?"

Buck blushed bright red, chest so tight he wasn't sure he was capable of saying anything in that moment as he reached out in the spanse of a lifetime, his whole world hanging around him, fragile, delicate as glass.

Buck's fingers brushed over a ruffle, white on a pastel pink canvas, and he knew that this fantasy of Eddie's was going to push him over the edge, sending him tumbling into a world he'd always stayed away from.

Maybe it was always living inside him, this desire for softer things, pretty things. Maddie would say it had, would tell stories from their childhood of Buck playing dress up in his big sister's clothes, trying on her heels and her bras, putting on her makeup. He'd grown out of the habit by the time he reached elementary school he thinks, middle school, for sure.

It wasn't something his parents had ever encouraged but Buck had always enjoyed pretty things, girly things. As most parents do, his pushed him towards sports instead, pushed him towards being more of a rough and tumbling boy when Buck had been naturally sweet natured.

Maddie remembers that in a way that Buck doesn't remember it himself.

It had been a long time since he'd allowed himself to think back on that part of himself, but when his hand closed around the apron, he couldn't help but remember just how much he used to enjoy dressing up.

Eddie's eyes were sparkling with something dark, hungry, amused, but he didn't fill Buck in on the secret and Buck didn't ask, accepting the apron without further protest.

--

Buck bit his lip, fingers curling around the frilly edge while he stared at himself in the mirror.

He still looked like himself. He was just wearing an apron, that's all.

A pink, frilly apron with a checkered print and little bows on it.

"What do you say, baby?" Eddie prompted, arms circling Buck's waist.

Buck blushed, leaning his weight back against Eddie.

"Thank you, Daddy," Buck mumbled obediently despite his embarrassment, knowing it was expected of him.

"Good boy," Eddie cooed, rocking his hips forward just to make Buck squirm and push back into him like the little slut he was.

"D-Daddy," Buck whimpered, becoming increasingly more aroused the more his daddy teased him, Eddie's hand slipping under the apron to palm Buck through his pants.

Eddie was clearly amused, enjoyed watching Buck get all worked up and frustrated.

"Mm, next time Daddy's gonna make you clean in nothing but your apron, baby."

Buck met Eddie's gaze in the mirror, eyes wide.

"But Daddy that's... that's embarrassing!" Buck whined.

Eddie snickered, pressing a kiss to Buck's shoulder before pulling away, loving the offended look on his boy's face, the pout when his daddy stopped touching him.

"I thought you were shameless? Didn't you streak through the park on a college dare?"

Buck huffed, cheeks pink.

"Yeah, but..." Buck grumbled, unsure how to really explain it.

It wasn't that Buck was embarrassed about nudity, he had no shame in his body, but there was something about wearing nothing but an apron while cleaning house for his daddy, something about playing the role of a good little housewife that was humiliating. It wasn't a bad thing by any means, the humiliation burning with the same intensity as his arousal, fueling it.

Buck was into it, but that didn't make it easy to accept, to agree to, to admit he wanted it.

#buddie #asks #daddy eddie verse #sneak peek

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong: *standing outside A-qing's door*

A-qing: *coming out, wearing a beautiful pastel green dress~ along with accessories, her gifted comb, and makeup*

Rusong!

Rusong: *glancing at her*

A-qing: *blushing*

Rusong: you look pretty.

A-qing: thanks. Mo xuanyu did my makeup.

Rusong: that's sweet of uncle Mo.

*grabs her hand and lovingly placed his lips on her ear*

A-qing: R....Rusong....*turning red* what if someone....sees us.....

Rusong: *hugs* everyone knows that we're a couple. And who dares to eavsdrop on us.

A-qing: oh. *blushing* then, I can do this.

*kisses his dimple*

Rusong: *looks into her eyes*

A-qing: Rusong, you have a cute little smile.

Rusong: *lifts chin* you too.

Shall we, A-qing?

A-qing: let's go.

~~

The party was in full swing! The Junior quartet were there sampling wine while a notorious Gumihos, Kitsunes and Hulijings were lounging around, having a good time.

Everyone present were either young business heirs~ and heiresses, or the elite.

Hey Dianxia,

Greetings, Dianxia.

Rusong: hello. Glad you can make it. *smile*

Your party is awesome as always, Dianxia.

Rusong: Jingyi and I had planned it.

Oh nice!

Rusong: mn. This is my girlfriend, A-qing.

You two make a perfect pair.

A-qing: *shy* nice to meet you guys.

Like his A-Die, Rusong loves mingling with the elite and being a proper host.

You have good tastes in women, Dianxia.

Love your style, Wangfei.

A-qing: ah. We're not married yet. *blushing intensely*

And I don't get that a lot.

Rusong: isn't she adorable? She's so cute when she blushes.

Of course Dianxia. She's extremely adorable.

Rusong: A-qing these are the children of merchants, ministers business owners, marquise, and minor nobles.

A-qing: ohh. (Rich Dianxia has rich friends)

Rusong: we'll be over there if you need anything.

Or if you can't find me, just look for er Dianxia.

Sure.

You're a wonderful host!

Er Dianxia! *hugs*

Jingyi: hey dude.

We came all the way to Korea.

Jingyi: ohh! My Gumiho counterparts.

Yea!

Jingyi: pleasure to meet you.

Jingyi: *exhales*

Jinling: finally, you got a job.

Jingyi: Jinling I always had a job. I'm a cultivator!

Jinling: dude that's more of a sport.

Jingyi: cultivation is hard work.

Sizhui: oh guys, don't argue. I totally agree that cultivation is a task by itself.

Jingyi: thank you Sizhui. My well wisher.

Ouyang Zizhen: *chugging down some more wine*

Jingyi: I don't know how Rusong can host a party. It's kinda tough.

Rusong: what's so tough?

Quartet: Rusong!!!

Rusong: hey guys.

Ouyang zizhen: hi Dianxia. And A-qing.

Sizhui: Dianxia. Who's this?

Jingyi: she's my sister-in-law. I'll beat someone up if they do anything to her.

A-qing: since when are nice. Where did your bossiness go.

Jingyi: Jinling was rubbing off on me so that's why I was bossy.

Jinling: hey!

Rusong: she's my girlfriend, Sizhui gege.

Ouyang Zizhen: well we all know the bro code. Our bro's gf is our sister-in-law and we got to protect them.

A-qing: ahh.

Jinling: Rusong, you didn't tell me this!

*nudges* why?!

Rusong: because it wasn't official yet.

Jinling: congrats Song. You little chick magnet.

Rusong: *laughing* thanks Ling gege!

A-qing: who are you? And why do you look like the scary peacock?

Jingyi: that's mistress Jin. Aka princess Jin.

A-qing: lol why are you calling him mistress Jin.

Jingyi: soon you'll find out.

Rusong: A-qing. This is my cousin, Jinling.

He's also like a brother.

A-qing: ohh waww. He looks so fancy, like you.

Jinling: thanks a lot.

And you better treat my baby cousin right.

A-qing: yea I got it.

So you're a Wangzi too?

Jinling: yes. My A-Die is the emperor.

The one you called the scary peacock.

A-qing: my bad.

Jinling: you shouldn't talk about my A-Die like that.

A-qing: fine.

Anyways, you two are the next generation of peacock and fox.

Rusong: exactly.

Jinling: we'll be Huangdis soon! *rests his arm on Rusong's shoulder* just Rusong and I, running the empire.

A-qing: cool!

Jingyi: I'll get so drunk on that day. Celebrating Rusong.

Then I'll congratulate Jinling.

Jinling: you can't stop being sour, can't you.

A-qing: I'm happy that you guys have a healthy bond!

Sizhui: mhm. Yes we do.

Where are you from?

A-qing: Yi city!!

You know. Coffin town!

Jingyi: that foggy place we went, Sizhui. Your remember?

Jinling: your brain is foggy.

Jingyi: because I'm sharing a brain cell with you.

Sizhui: I remember. We were doing some night hunting there once.

Ouyang Zizhen: isn't she gorgeous? Even though we're sharing Rusong Dianxia.

Rusong: ehem.

Ouyang Zizhen: sorry.

Rusong, you and your dimples had really attracted a beauty, as well as myself. Um...

How are you so charming.

Rusong: I think i do it without trying.

Ouyang Zizhen: Rusong, you're fab.

Jinling: you're so suspicious.

Sizhui: in Yi city, we were almost attacked by xue yang.

Jingyi: oh yea! I forgot about that!

A-qing: because you guys were trespassing. He doesn't like when people are in his territory, and also he was already in a bad mood.

Ouyang Zizhen: what happened to him? How can a hot dude be in a bad mood.

Rusong is never in a bad mood...*panics* not that I'm saying you're hot! Well...you are....Rusong, it isn't about you.

Rusong: *confused*

A-qing: he was in a bad mood because Songlan tried to choke him, then he went away with Xingchen.

And on top of that he accidentally soiled his xingchen cosplay.

Jingyi: with dirt?

A-qing: no. With blood.

And blood stains.

Rusong: as expected of uncle muffin.

A-qing: Are you guys princes too?

Sizhui: cultivators.

A-qing: you're Wangxian's kid?

Sizhui: yes. I was originally a wen.

A-qing: ohhhhh xue yang told me a lot about you! And how your parents do everyday means everyday.

Sizhui: haha. That's what they do best.

Ouyang Zizhen: I'm the sect leader of the Bailing Ouyang clan. For now I'm doing sect leader training.

A-qing: that's great.

Sizhui: and I'm the Wen sect leader.

Aqing: ohh. Well my Rusong is~

Sizhui: the Laoling Qin sect leader.

I know. He's awesome.

Aqing: right!

Afterwards some Kitsunes and Gumihos came and greeted Rusong and Jingyi.

Rusong: hey guys. *speaking Japanese*

Kitsunes: *heart melting*

Yes yes, Dianxia. We're enjoying ourselves.

Dianxia, your Japanese is so cute and quite proper.

Rusong: thank you. I practiced.

Ouyang zizhen: *shocked* Rusong knows Japanese?!

Jinling: and Korean. He has been able to speak them since childhood. Thanks to Xiao shushu and a couple of tutors.

Jingyi: my bro is super talented.

I'm still taking classes for those two languages.

Sizhui: that's cool!

Jinling: I hope you don't stress out the hulijings.

Some random Gumiho: Dianxia, can you tell a joke in Korean?

Rusong: my Korean is still rusty but I'll try. Just for you.

If A-Die was here, he would have helped me.

Er Dianxia, we want to hear your Japanese too.

Jingyi: ok guys. *speaks Japanese*

Awe. Brilliant!

But practice makes perfect!

Jingyi: yea I got to keep practicing.

Gumihos: *cracking up* Dianxia you have one wicked humor.

Rusong: glad you like, lol.

A-qing: Rusong, Rusong. Tell me something pretty in Japanese.

Rusong: *lifts chin* like?

A-qing: something what will make me blush.

Rusong: Anata wa watashi no monodesu.

A-qing: now what does that mean?

Rusong: *kisses her in her forehead* you're mine.

A-qing: *blushing* Rusong.

Rusong: it's true.

Ouyang Zizhen: awwwwwwww. I ship you two!!

A-qing: now i want to learn Japanese so I can understand you and your love talks.

Rusong: *smiling* as you wish.

Ouyang Zizhen: bro, isn't that your code language.

Rusong: nop. My Yunping dialect is. *wink*

Ouyang zizhen: nice!

Jinling: Rusong is very smart as always.

Sizhui: very charming.

Rusong: oh guys.

Lol, let's go take some cocktails. Shrimp and wine.

Jingyi: right behind you! You diva.

Rusong: A-qing, what type of wine do you want?

There's Korean wine there too.

A-qing: well let me go with the Korean one then.

Rusong: delightful choice.

Try the takju.

It's the best.

A-qing: ahh.

~~~

In Jing Manor's main mansion 📍.

Yao: *reclining while eating shrimp and drinking expensive wine from Dongying.

Xue yang: diva. Your shrimp is bussin.

Mo xuanyu: are these from Song'er and Jingyi's party?

Yao: mhm.

Su she: *sipping wine* I bet this will get Lan lips drunk.

Mo xuanyu: one way to find out!!!

Xue yang: Dianxia got some expensive stuff for his bash.

Yao: because he's Song'er.

He has the best things.

Su she: Song'er was born a diva.

Yao: exactly.

Xue yang: Jiggy, Jiggy, let's do some sexy roleplay nah. Since the juniors are busy partying.

Su she: stop acting like wei wuxian.

Anyways, can we, Huangdi?

Mo xuanyu: with your whip.

Yao: *laughing* I don't see why not.

Mo xuanyu: let's do it in your torture chamber.

Yao: excellent idea.

*stood up* i need some more wine.

Xiying.

Xiying: yes Huangdi. I'll order more wine and deliver it to your torture chambers

Fuying: should I get you your execution heels?

Team dimple: YES!!!!

Yao: *glares at them. Then looks at his attendant* certainly, Fuying. Please get them.

(Whenever Yao huangdi operates his torture chamber or handles criminals, he would wear high heeled boots. He has countless pairs of high heeled boots but these are his execution boots~ which are kept in another place.

Hulijings are hoarders when it comes to their Huangdi)

Fuying: yes Huangdi.

~~~

Torture chambers 📍

Yao: *sitting while his fox spirit servants put his execution boots on him, as well as poured him wine and fanned him*

Other fox spirits: *clinging on to their emperor*

Team dimple: *wiping their nosebleed*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege looks so powerful with his fox spirits.

Su she: he's definitely the lord of fox spirits.

Xue yang: Jiggy can take over the world with them. I'll find it very hot if he do.

Yao: team d.

Trio: *falls on their knees*

Yao: relax. I just called you.

Do you want me to chain you myself. Or should I ask my fox spirits to do it.

Su she: do anything you like, Huangdi.

Xue yang: *grinning*

Yao: *puts some shackles on mo xuanyu* A-Yu.

Mo xuanyu: *blushing* Yao gege.

Yao: I'm going to chain you to a post. *caresses mxy's lips* but don't worry. Team dimple will keep you company.

Mo xuanyu: do whatever, Yao gege.

Yao: perfect hostage. *lifts chin*

*turns to his servants* get the Lan.

Hulijings: yes Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: why Lan lips?! He doesn't deserve you, Yao gege.

Yao: shhh. *kisses*

Mo xuanyu: oh my goodness.

Yao: don't quarrel. *pats his cheek playfully*

Yao:  xue yang.

Xue yang: *grinning* what do you want Jiggylicious. *goes to hug him*

Yao: *grabs his chin* not so fast.

Xue yang: are you gonna destroy me?

Yao: certainly, my little delinquent.

Xue yang: *goes to touch A-Yao's butt*

Yao: *hits him with his fan.*

Xue yang: dang Jiggy. Why are you protecting your cakes like that.

Are you preserving them for Xichen?

Yao: *glares at him*

*then chained him up and tied him next to mo xuanyu.*

Xue yang: can I have one kiss?! That little cutesleeve xuanyu got one!

Mo xuanyu: because Yao gege loves me!

Xue yang: he loves me more!

Mo xuanyu: I don't believe that!

Yao: enough!

Both: yes Huangdi.

Yao: *caressing xue yang's face* my delinquent. Why are you upset. *shows him some candy* hungry?

Xue yang: for those lips of yours.

Yao: *throws the candy away* as you wish.

Xue yang: how is my savage Jiggylicious not fighting me tonight.

Yao: because I'm a fair person. Everyone deserves a kiss.

*kisses passionately*

Xue yang: Jiggy. You're so sweet! Like honey!

Like candy.  

Yao: ah really.

Xue yang: I love you. You make me feel so drunk! Ah!

Yao: *smiling* do you want to kiss the dimple.

Xue yang: hell yea.

*kisses*

Yao: mn.

Minsh~~

Su she: *kowtowing* I'm here, my emperor. I was waiting for you to chain me up.

*kneels before him and kisses A-Yao's hands*

Yao: my dear. You're the sweetest thing.

Su she: here are the chains and shackles.

Should I bring your whip?

Yao: *amused*

Yao: that isn't necessary. But I'll indeed chain you.

Su she: *stood up*

Yao: *pecks him* devoted henchman.

Mo xuanyu and xue yang: *jealous*

Su she: Huangdi, all my masculine energy is yours. Feel free to use me.

Yao: I'll never hurt you, Shanshan.

*Chains him up*

Hulijings: *coming in with Xichen*

Yao: hi Huan. *sits and crosses his legs*

Xichen: *astonished by his surroundings and A-Yao who was surrounded by fox spirits*

A-Yao you have a whole torture chamber?!

Yao: mn.

Do you like?

Su she: do you have a problem, Lan lips!

Mo xuanyu: you can leave if you want.

Xue yang: I don't know why this hot emperor Yao even called you.

Yao: *sips some wine*

Xichen: *kneels* A-Yao Huangdi.

Yao: *grabs Xichen's flute and lifted Xichen's chin with it*

Don't listen to team dimple.

Would you stay with me?

Xichen: *hiccups*

Yao: *using the flute to caress Xichen's face* excellent.

Xichen: *hiccups* A-Yao Huangdi, are those heels you're wearing? *hiccups*

Yao: yep. 

Xichen: you look hot, my love. *kisses*

Yao: *kisses him some more*

Xichen: *rubbing A-Yao's hips affectionately* 

Yao: *amused by him*

Huan, I feel cold.

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips, how dare you give Yao gege discomfort.

Su she: evil Lan.

Yao: guys. He didn't give me discomfort.

Winter is about to come soon, so nights would be chilly.

Su she: this Lan lips is turning everything into the cloud recesses.

Yao: *laughing*

Xichen: take my outer robes, A-Yao! You'll feel warmer.

Yao: *looking at his attendants* take it off for him.

And don't touch his headband.

Yes huangdi.

Attendants: *putting the lan robes on him*

Yao: since you're mine Huan, if someone else touches your headband,

they might lose their fingers.

Xue yang: why is Jiggy so hot.

Su she: I know right.

Yao: *ties Xichen's hands with his headband* beautiful.

Xichen: *blushing*

Yao: *drags him* let's go, Lan lips.

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