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withleeknow · 24 days

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seasons of you.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff or at least i hope so lmao, not v edited and literally no one is surprised lol i sound like a broken record atp just adding that into every post word count: 0.7k note: inspired by a highly fucked up thing that @matchannie said to me yesterday lmao it has not left my brain since you said it you absolute monster

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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minho falls in love with you four times a year.

minho falls in love with you in the spring, over blooming cherry blossoms and vibrant daffodils that greet you on your weekly sunset walk. over the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his own without soft fluffy gloves getting in the way, now that it's finally warm enough to retire that extra layer of protection for the season. over the sun coming out of hibernation and filling your days with golden light, falling upon your face and casting you in a magical hue. over the remnants of winter that still leave behind a palpable chill in the air early in the morning or late in the night, that has you reaching out for the comfort of his warmth. over your delighted smile when he brings home a bouquet of tulips after a long day at work. over your glassy eyes, reddened nose and flushed cheeks as he takes care of you when the seasonal allergies kick in.

minho falls in love with you in the summer, over picnics in the park where you both lay on blue gingham picnic blankets, your head on his chest, as you watch the clouds overhead drift peacefully. over watermelon gelatos passed between teasing lips, the confectionary melting too quickly for your liking under the blazing sunlight. over spontaneous drives to the beach even though neither of you can swim, but you go just for fun, just to build sand sculptures in the shape of your cat babies and stand on the edge of the water to splash at each other. over long naps on the couch on days where you're too lazy to venture into the outside heat, preferring to stay cuddled up together under the air conditioner with niki playing in the background.

minho falls in love with you in fall, over shared slices of pumpkin pie as you watch the leaves turn yellow and red right outside your window. over the adorable way you hide your face behind your hands on nights where he puts on a horror movie because he insists on honoring the halloween spirit. over your off-key rendition of taylor swift's all too well (the 10-minute version) for most of the season because you adamantly claim that it's autumn's official anthem. over weekends spent attached at the hip, baking sugar cookies for hours on end. over your crestfallen pout as you take note of how the days keep getting shorter and shorter, already missing warm sunny weeks with all your heart.

minho falls in love with you in winter, over matching scarves and beanies, even though he often has to carry them for you because you have a bad habit of forgetting them before you go out. over the first snow of the season because they say that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you love, then you will stay together for a long, long time. over sweet cuddles in bed as a bad christmas movie plays on tv, and you fall asleep on his shoulder about half an hour into the movie despite being the one to select the movie in the first place. over your return from a shopping spree with your girlfriends with nothing for yourself but everything for soondoongdori, from christmas themed clothes to treats and toys.

but then again, maybe it's not entirely accurate to say that minho falls in love you merely four times a year. if he wants to be precise, then he would say that he falls for you anew every morning he wakes up and sees you asleep in his arms like a delicate miracle granted by a star he once used to wish upon. if he wants to get technical, then he falls in love with you with every smile that you send his way, which is a terribly sappy thing for him to admit but it doesn't make the statement any less true.

minho loves you every day of every week, of every month, of every year. he's loved you before he even met you, when you were just a romanticized idea in his head and hadn't yet walked into his life like the angel he was always meant to find. he loves you every minute of every hour; there isn't a second where you're not on his mind, not a single beat of his heart that doesn't spell out your name. he loves you throughout the seasons and a million times in between.

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aether-starlight · 3 months

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Those Eyes - Rafayel

Pairing: Rafayel x Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: Rafayel takes up on your offer to hang out and something of his catches your eye.

Word Count: 1k

For all Rafayel complained about hunter’s lack of refinement, you were quite an avid reader. He watched you get through half of your book in one afternoon, brows creased in concentration.

It was something fantastical, a journey amongst strangers with a common goal who would later become friends.

He supposed that if the core of you could be described by a book, it would be something like that.

Meanwhile, he had been painting —not studying you and following your mannerisms like a total weirdo, not at all.

Since that time you had realized your face was on his canvas —he underestimated your artistic eye— he had settled for details. Pieces of you he could keep only for himself.

His current work had the expressiveness of your eyes, it swirled in the color of your irises and dipped into your pupils.

To most, it probably appeared abstract, perhaps sand slipping down or crashing waves, the bark of a tree, a midnight sky.

To him, it was another attempt at unraveling you. He wanted to find the soft center of who you were, brush against your sharp side.

There was a secret at the edge of your lips and he wanted to hear all about it.

He imagined that kissing you would feel like drifting at sea, fresh water easing the blazing sun as all earthly burdens dissolved into salt water.

And yet, here he was, sitting across from you, making a total fool of himself.

“You know, I met the author,” he feigned nonchalance, gesturing at the book cradled between your hands. “Had a nasty habit of interrupting people.”

“As opposed to talking all the time?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking to yourself. You were way too smug about your own jokes.

“You know, there was a time when you were actually polite to me.”

“It wasn’t you, per se. It was AI you.”

“Tomato, tomahto.” He shrugged.

Your gaze drifted from him to the canvas.

“I like your painting,” you praised, uncharacteristically. “I don’t know why, but it feels like longing.”

Rafayel felt the tips of his ears begin to burn. He coughed.

“You think?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, resting your cheek against your hand, draped over his sofa like a lazy cat. “Are you going to auction it?”

“No.” His reply was visceral and much too quick, enough for you to perk up, and close the book on your lap.

It was his eternal curse; when he wanted you to pay attention to him, you ignored him. When he wanted you to pay him no mind, you were like a hound dog on his trail.

“Why is that?” You feigned to be casual.

“Artistic reasons you wouldn’t begin to understand,” he primly smiled at you.

“Uh huh.”

You stood from the sofa, stretching a little before coming to sit by his side on the stool. It was a tight fit.

He liked everything about it.

How cozy you looked, out of your hunter’s uniform, barefoot and dressed comfortably. The way sunlight bathed down your hair like a cascade of gold.

Most of all, he enjoyed the openness in your gaze when it met his.

“What if I want to buy it?” You pouted. “Not even a painting for your bodyguard?”

Rafayel felt himself blushing.

“This?” He scoffed. “You have seen nothing yet, Miss Bodyguard. I’ll make you a painting the size of your bedroom wall.”

“I don’t care about the size.”

His eyebrows raised suggestively.

“Dick.” You slapped his arm.

He laughed.

“You make it too easy. Give me a week and I’ll have something for you,” he offered.

“But I want this painting.”

Rafayel was mystified.

An idea surged.

He smiled beatifically at you. You narrowed your eyes.

“Alright. I’ll give it to you under one condition.”

“I’m not posing naked for you.”

“Yeesh, what kind of artists have you met before? It’s nothing like that.”

He felt just a bit scandalized, and if the idea of you posing for someone else made something ugly sprout at his chest, then it was nobody’s business.

“Then what is it?” You pressed, impatience laced into your voice.

He leaned closer, until you could discern the light freckles grazing his cheeks.

“Tell me why you want it.”

You blushed furiously, sliding away from him in an instant.

“I told you, didn't I? I like it.”

Rafayel pressed closer, positively glowing at the opportunity to tease you.

“Why do you like it then?”

He smelled like a fresh breeze, and every time he was near, you swore you could hear a distant song over crashing waves.

He was driving you insane.

“Fine.” You shifted closer to him, a silent challenge.

It might have been your imagination, but his pupils seemed to dilate. “I want it because… I know what it is.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, openly curious.

His breath brushed your cheek, a reminder of the strawberries he had been eating absentmindedly while working.

You kept your attention nailed to the swirls of color. They harmonized, brought each other to life in a way that was both fantastical and realistic.

“I can recognize my own eyes, Rafayel.”

This time he was the one to blush furiously, quickly stuttering: “Narcissistic much?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.”

“You wish.”

He choked back another cough. Dressing himself on his flirty bravado.

“And what if it were? Why would you want a painting of your eyes?”

“I like the way you made them so expressive.” You looked down and mumbled: “How they feel.”

“About what?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, fish boy.”

“Admit it, you’re just obsessed with me.”

You scoffed.

“I’m not the one crafting paintings of you.”

Rafayel offered you a look filled with promises of trouble. Beneath the sunlight his irises seemed more rouge than mauve, they were like a sunset reflected over sea water.

“But I bet you fantasize about it.”

“That made no sense.”

“For someone who wants something from me, you’re being incredibly crass,” he complained. “You’re definitely getting nothing.”

The next day he gifted you the painting and refused to let you pay for the delivery.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace fic

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runa-falls · 11 months

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cat and mouse - 1

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: none -- oh you get thrown into a vat of radioactive liquid, but it doesn't hurt too bad.

a/n: when you think of another fic idea in the middle of writing your other WIP :D

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 716

part 2 part 3 part 4

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Here’s a riddle:

“What do you get when you push an unemployed woman into a vat of radioactive liquid?”

Apparently, an unemployed enemy of the state.

You were never the kind of girl who grew up ripping the heads off of your Barbies, or a woman who falls in love with a guy at the insane asylum. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As soon as your head ducked under the burning liquid, you thought you were dead. So you let go and stopped struggling. But really, is there anyone in history who hasn’t survived being pushed into a vat of something?

For example, there's Electro with the eels, and Sandman with the, uh, sand, so you really shouldn’t have been surprised when you woke up with more energy than you’ve ever felt before, though your back was killing you.

Opening your eyes, you noticed you were splayed over a sidewalk, clothes barely covering you as most of the fabric disintegrated in the power plant. Then you saw fire. Lots of fucking fire.

With a quick turn of your head, your eyes followed the trail of destruction all the way back to the exploded building where the accident happened. And before you knew it, you were in cuffs, being questioned by the police.

It’s easy to break out of jail, especially when you can burn right through the iron bars. And it’s easy to lose the cops too when you can scale buildings.

Despite your increased strength, agility, and sensitized hearing, there are several setbacks to being a random woman full of radioactive energy. Your hair, for one, is completely orange. Who knew radioactive juices acted like cheap boxed bleach?

You constantly have to re-dye it back to your original shade and use tons of hair oil to keep it from frizzing up but it only really lasts for a day or two. Talk about having awkward one-night stands…

Unfortunately, your hair is the most recognizable feature of yours so civilians started to call you “Blaze” like some sort of Fantastic Four character. You hate it.

You also can’t get a job because you’re the most wanted woman in Nueva York. So you resort to “borrowing” some money from rich people who definitely wouldn’t notice or care. And then you got caught.

“So it’s been you this whole time?” The low voice makes you jump. You weren’t expecting anyone to be home. “So you’re the one stealing hundreds of dollars from innocent civilians?” The Spider-man slowly walks out from the shadowed corner of the office, making the moment as dramatic as possible.

You quickly close whoever’s laptop you were trying to get into before holding your hands up in a dumb attempt to act innocent. He looks unimpressed by your ‘sneaky outfit’, eyes pouring over the black turtleneck and faded black jeans. Look, it’s not like you had a closet full of options.

You frown, “They’re hardly innocent.”

“Hm,” He slides the laptop toward himself, opening it up to see how far in you got. You didn’t. You were about to give up and leave before he interrupted you. “How so?”

You scoff without thinking about it, “You think a person can make billions of dollars without taking advantage of people?” Apparently, your words amuse him, and a small smirk quirks on his lips. The light of the computer reflects against his cherry red irises. He’s… pretty.

“All I know,” He shuts the laptop and finally looks up at you, dropping any hint of his previous smile. “Is that you blew up a power plant, escaped prison, and now live off of the money that you’re taking from others.”

“C’mon Spider-Man, it’s only a couple of bucks. I don’t have a job–”

“No kidding.” He shakes his head and takes a second to think about something before offering you a hand over the desk, almost like a peace offering. “Here’s my proposition: you come with me and we can get some dinner before getting you back to where you belong.” You quirk a brow upwards, suspicious of his change in tone. “Come on, it’s late. I’d rather avoid the fighting part.”

“Back to…where?”

“Prison, honey.”

That was the start of your cat-and-mouse relationship with the one and only, Spider-Man.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x you #spider-man across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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cryptidclaw · 1 year

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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish

Fish

Bass

Bream

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone

Apricot

Barley

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

#cryptidclaw's warriors au #?#Im tempted to use these in the au #some characters deserve some more fun names hehe #rise of change #warrior cats #warrior cats design #warriors #warriors names #warriors naming #warriors prefixes

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Loyalty Pt 6

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: SMUT, piv, rough sex, nipple play, fingering, lovemaking, fluff, size difference, nudity, dirty confessions, biting, mating.

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in [italics and brackets]; inner thoughts are in italics.

Tags: @deliwrites @ikranwings @luciddasher @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @justasimps-blog @mechformers @perseny @dakotali @ragingloser @worldofmunson @whxre-bxby @miscellaneousfantasies

Miles lips were soft. Every nerve in your body tingled as you dwelled in this fleeting connection before pulling away with a startled inhale, feeling a little worried that this wasn’t the right time, but the Recom’s eyes blazed with a deep need uncaring about tomorrow, tugging you back into another embrace. Losing you would be worse and he couldn’t allow another minute to pass without you in his arms, tugging at your clothes like you’d disappear on him again.

Then there was his tongue coaxing you to let him in, thick and warm, wrapping around yours with a hunger that had your throat humming. Everything around you seemed to melt away until you moaned, feeling like you’d tip over, when a hand found your tail and hooked a finger around the root with a light nudge upward, getting your calves to flex. Being here in the moment and allowing yourselves to be free from the rigid fears that held you back for months was exhilarating. You were painfully sensitive and emotional to the wandering hands hugging you making touch feel like it would set you up to explode.

Needing a break, you peeled yourself away from Miles after a small push that had him releasing you with a smack. He licked your saliva off his mouth, a fang popping out from hiding with pupils dark and blown out wide while he marked the next spot he wanted to devour.

Bastard.

You wanted everything from him, RDA be damned.

Letting your body move unjudged by your own desires, the pad of your tongue swiftly trailed up the muscular indentation of the Recom’s strong neck before engulfing the space under his jaw. The taste was salty, and from the audible growl you received, had your nether lips spilling, desperate for something to touch your excited clit.

Letting go of the Colonel’s neck, you huffed gathering yourself, nose barely parting from the face inches from yours, wanting nothing more than to make love right here, but you’d be pissed to no end if you got sand in your pussy. Glancing to the wood line, you smirked, then slowly parted from the Recom, body swaying cat-like with every deliberate step backwards as your hands slide down his arms until just your fingers kept you connected. Then you were dashing away.

The forest was teeming with life and energy, the grass beneath your quick feet pulsing with light, making you smile from the beauty around you. It didn’t take much to shove off your pants and toss them aside to leave an obvious trail for Miles to follow, letting down your hair as it bounced to the timing of your jog. All but a tank top and your panties covered your body, the warm air greeting your nerves sending a thrill through your body.

The trees and plants radiated their soft glow as Miles advanced through the illuminated environment behind you. Seeing the articles of clothes littering his path, his mouth twisted, feeling his cock hardening, while he unclipped his belt and pulled it through the loops, dropping it. Then he undid his tactical vest and left it somewhere, rolling up his shirt over his head to also toss. Now all he needed was you.

Finding a tiny clearing, you braced yourself against a tree, cheeks heating up when you saw the glowing freckles scattered along the muscular frame of Miles’ body as he approached. Your ribcage expanded rapidly up and down, eyes mesmerized, by the rippling masses of strength in his arms and stomach. You rubbed your thighs together, the ache at your clit almost getting too much.

Then the Recom was marching in a line directly at you. His hands flipped you around and pressed you into the tree, able to feel the swell in his pants at your rear, causing your face to blush deeply. Did you do that to him? The heavy, needy breath at the crook of your shoulder and the shove of your hips to tilt into the bulge had the edge of your lip tugging up as all you could think of was feign oops.

But that soon came to bite you in your ego when the Colonel’s fingers snaked over your stomach, taking his time to feel the scared tautness in your stomach, before going lower until he brushed over your clit. That left you mewling over how hyper aware the little nub made your skin crawl as finally something rubbed the bundle of restlessness between your legs. Fingers edged out every high-pitched noise in you from the precious circles helping your erection peak to a full blossom, only to delve further to dip and play with the globular mess that lined your heat.

“Shit, you’re this wet?” The voice at you side was rough and low, having your fingers scrape the tree’s bark from the intrusive breath flowing past the shell of your ear.

Miles couldn’t get enough of how wet you were, cock uncomfortable in the narrow room his pants afforded, but he mustered every ounce of self-control he had to at least let this be enjoyed slowly. The coil in his groin could hold out a little longer, then he had you turning around, hoisting you into the air and wrapping your legs around his hips.

Kneeling, he put you down on the grass having you flat on your back this time, a hand folding up your shirt to expose your breasts. His eyes feasted at the sight of your nipples, peaked and what looked to be painfully stiff in your arousal by the way you writhed. They were exactly what his mind imagined during those nights he sought relief. Not wasting another passing second, he leaned down to take a mauve pebbled into his mouth, letting the pad of his hot tongue relieve your agony, your hands raking through his short hair as you wailed, back arching. He sucked hard, wanting to leave your breast raw and marked, teeth nibbling and piercing the delicate texture until little red dots could be seem from where he observed his handwork above you.

The air assaulted your wet nipples while they twinged in the aftermath. Coming down from the Recom’s ministration, he helped you shimmy from your tank top and panties, knees shut together a little embarrassed for him to see you. Your human body had been through some shit before and after leaving Earth, like bad hookups and messy sex when you could get nothing else better. But this body was a little different, you hadn’t had the time, or didn’t make the time, for sexual encounters. Sure, you had fingered yourself and masturbated with wooden cocks the Na’vi women showed you how to fashion, but never had you been with someone of this physical endowment before which had your cheeks lower a few shades as you studied the Recom. The valley of his abs rolled down until they disappeared below his beltline to only what you could imagine was something huge based on how high the tent had formed under the buckle.

Miles unbuttoned and zipped down his fly, standing briefly to shove off his pants. While he was discarding them with a thoughtless toss, you trailed over his massive body towering over you from where you laid in the grass. His cock was upright and ridged with veins, the mushroom head leaking. Your eyes widened slightly, throat bobbing, as you tried to imagine how all that would fit. That was when the Recom noticed your fidgety state. Kneeling down, he cradled you beneath him, hovering over you but softening his movements to show empathy. This was his first time too… in this new body.

“I’d never let anything hurt you, including myself,” he said calmly.

He pecked your lips before his hands guided you onto your stomach, your freshly bruised nipples tickled by the blades of grass greeting your chest. Your heart beat so hard but you were grateful that you faced away from Miles’ eyes, making you more confident and relaxed. Then you felt your waist being lifted and slowly moved into a position where your bottom was in front of his hips, breasts tilting down as your cheeks were spread above.

Miles’ tongue curled forward to moisten his lips as he savored your position underneath his fingers atop the plush roundness of your ass. They were soft and pillowy when he gripped down, your tail responding by curling around his upper arm, breathy coos and whimpers escaping from where your head laid on the ground.

God damn. The way you felt and wiggled under him had his tip flushing painfully tight with every second those cute little noises continued to escape from you reflexively to everything he did, even if it was just barely parting your crack some more to see the glistening juices covering your folds clenching around nothing. Looking at your slit and inner thighs smeared with the heavy flow of your arousal had him feeling a certain way, taking pride that he could do this to someone.

“Did you always get this wet when you thought about me?” he teased, fingers massaging your ass. “Tell me, did you touch yourself to the image of me fucking you like this?”

You didn’t want to answer, but the Recom knew how to get you to talk. Leaning down, he found a breast and pinched your sore nipple between his thumb and index, twirling round and round until your panting sputtered as you let out a faint ‘yes.’

The Colonel tutted and pinched harder saying, “I need to hear exactly how you masturbated.”

Sobbing like a puppy from the discomfort, fingernails scraping the dirt, you finally let it out.

“Yes—yes, I would rub my clit and thrust my fingers in and out of my hole, picturing your cock inside me instead! Touching myself would hurt so much because I knew it wasn’t the same!”

The pressure on your chest disappeared, Miles being satisfied with that answer. For a moment he pictured you in your bed, spread legs and rolling your hips into your fingers, maybe a hand holding the side of your bed from the intensity of it all. How many times did that happen? Was there a night when possibly you and him masturbated at the same time, using your hands to get off while being separated by only a wall.

Fuck. That thought only made him drip more down his cock, and seeing you so wet and needy drove him mad.

Adrenaline spiked through your stomach when you felt the massive length of the Recom’s cock lay itself flush along your crack to then slide down until the head lined up with your slit, causing your whole body to halt with a shiver. Then your breath caught in your throat before merging into an airy song of pleasure when the tip pushed forward. You were lubricated enough, helping the girth ease its way in, but you hadn't expected for it to feel so heavy and big, stretching you to slowly make room.

Miles savored the way your walls accepted him as he glided through your opening, but the shaft only got bigger closer to the base making you whimper while it took you to a new limit. Then his heart couldn’t contain its excitement when he eventually seated himself fully inside. You looked so good with his whole length stuffing your hole that made him want to stay like this forever, but he knew he needed to move now before he got too excited and lost himself.

“Miles…” you sighed pitifully.

“I know.” He understood your pain.

Pulling back his hips, he retreated his length to just the tip then shoved himself back in, thrusting quickly, making your see the Great Mother herself!

“Heh! Heh! Heh!” Your panting was loud and shameless, the skirt of your mouth tugging up in a blissed smile from the driving force pounding your cunt. Miles enjoyed himself too, ramming harder and harder with each new noise chanted from your mouth, encouraging him to keep going faster while falling in love with the way his cock got covered in your slick.

You could feel a coil tightening in your muscles as could you sense an orgasm building within the Recom from the way his thrusts faltered and popped hastily, chasing the high. But there was an onset of distress that started clouding your enjoyment. This was wrong. You wanted to pause, to stop, but not because you didn’t want the sex.

Bringing a hand to the Recom’s massive thigh, you tapped your hand against it.

“Miles—wait—wait,” you breathed.

A wave of shame fell over Miles, immediately pulling himself out and placing you in his lap, a hand holding your face up to examine if anything was wrong. Was this too much? Did he hurt you??? Your palm overlapped his at your cheek, a soft smile edging over your features, then you let go, cupping his face this time with both hands.

"[I want to look into your eyes. I want to see you as you do it]," you pleaded tenderly through labored breaths.

Miles, relieved, understood every word spoken by you in Na’vi that had him gently placing you down onto the forest floor, making sure you were ok as he spread your legs apart, shuffling himself between them and lining up. You didn’t want to be nervous when you gazed into his piercing, honey-comb eyes, and sensing your timidness, the Recom leaned closer and started leaving small kisses under your eyes, beside your mouth, in the crook of your nose, making you to feel loved and comforted like you never felt before.

“Look at me,” he then said, caging you under him, your hands finding placement along his broad back.

You listened and steadied your eyes on him, not letting fear take this moment from you. Then he rocked his hips forward, plunging back into your slick heat and stuffing you full again that had your head crane back into the ground with a soft cry. When you tried to muffle your sounds, Miles swatted your hand away and commanded into your ear with a low growl, “Don’t you dare. I want to hear that pretty voice.”

A deep blush flared over your cheeks from how he could get off to your ugly sobbing, but that concern eventually faded when you couldn’t focus on anything else but the cock curving just right and slapping you into a haze of bliss, letting the worshipping song continue. Fuck it, you were hidden far away where nobody could hear, but part of you wished someone could hear just how good this girth made you crumble, which only drove you louder as the thrusts became deeper. Your nails indenting the muscular cords of the Recom’s back would leave deep, purple marks that had him snarling. He wanted sweet payback so he nudged his face into the bend of your neck and sunk his fangs into your skin. Mine.

Your ankles crossed around Miles’ torso, air humid and dark aside from the glowing plants surrounding this small clearing filled with the sounds of your desperate passion. The sticky sweat on your face had your hair flat to your dewy skin, toes curling from the twine in your core winding up to be set free. The Recom found your lips and swiftly dove his tongue into your mouth, interlocking your moans with his. You sucked the red appendage until it felt like it could burst. Then, breaking off, his nose nuzzled your face, abs flexing hard as he was about to let go. All the atoms in your brain exploded when your orgasm ripped through you, lungs fluttering to a halt. Then there was the warm release of cum splashing forth, mushroomed tip pressing as far back into your cunt as it could get, leaving little room as a few dribbles of the white spilled down your crack.

Panting, your nails released the back they had been bruising, not realizing how tight and white-knuckled your fingers had become, letting Miles sit up as he came down. His abs trailed with sweat, forehead dotted with the same exhaustion that wrecked you, and it was worth it. Mentally, you were giving Ardmore two big, blue fingers to her face. Miles chose you, and you chose him. The RDA could go fuck themselves. Then he was pulling you into his lap, sitting upright, muscular arms encircling you while he gazed with adoration into your eyes. The little hair he had on his head stuck to his forehead, prompting you to use a finger to glide it back into place.

That was when you knew… you loved him and wanted only him in this life.

So you reached a hand back and took your braid, draping it over your shoulder, going slow enough for Miles to catch on and shadow your lead. Allowing the loose tuff of hair to fall away, your tress spread open to reveal the wiggling, pink tendrils of your queues. The Recom’s eyes widened, glanced to you fleetingly, before he took the end of his own braid and exposed the glowing fronds of his own queue. Neither hand withdrew when they slowly moved closer. Then the tendrils grasped and wrapped tightly together.

Miles' pupils blew out wide causing his golden irises to thin while he was rushed with a flood of new sensations. His lungs sucked down air to the fervent stimulation that tangled and danced through his neurons not like anything he felt connecting with a Banshee. At this moment, all he wanted was you. He wanted your lips, your heart, your spirit. Then his eyes rounded when he heard the rhythmic thumps of your heartbeat.

It was beautiful.

He could actually feel you, to everything from the fiber in your muscles, to the blistering desire to kiss him again, he was sharing your body like it was a part of him now.

For you, your breath was taken away as you were filled with the power of such a strong soul. You could feel his sculpted arms, intimidating yet blanketed you with a sense of security. His heart was racing and that made you blush from just how nervous he dared not let show.

Golden eyes met yours as the Recom shared a soft look of love with you. Wanting to be closer, head leaning into your shoulder, his palms were gentle when he hugged you a little tighter, hands shaking from just how overwhelming this was. Your arms wrapped around him as you rested your cheek along his hair.

Then a small bit of adrenaline shot up your stomach as the realization of what you did set in.

Could he feel it too—the bond?

Never did you realize you'd be one day tethered to someone that you had at first been at odds with. Is this how Neytiri felt?

Maybe Miles did feel it, but it was simpler for him.

For you, life was altered, swelling your heart with joy.

You had found your mate.

#miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader smut #miles quaritch x fem reader #miles quaritch x y/n #miles quaritch x you #miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #recom miles quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader smut #recom quaritch #recom quaritch x reader #quaritch #quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #atwow smut #avatar 2 smut #recom smut

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notchai · 2 months

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more headcanons 😔

These gets more likes then my art *sigh sigh sigh* must feed algorithm 😭😭😭😭😭

Uhhhh Sandwings now, did I do them??

anyways here

Ancient Sandwings used to build pyramids and shrines for their past queens. Burn wanted a pyramid when she died but too bad Thorn just buried her 😜😜😝😝😝

Sandwings use makeup, like eyeliner, lip liner and eyeshadow. They are usually very bright and colorful

Sandwings have dyes, where they dye their frills, wings, ears and talons

they have large ears like fennec foxes (so cute)

They are the smallest pyrrhian tribe

On rare cases some Sandwings have rattlesnake rattles at the end of their tails, these Sandwings have venom that must be transferred from a bite

sandwings have eyelashes to block sand from getting into their eyes

They are nocturnal and have the third best night vision

sandwings like all firebreathing tribe are distantly related to Skywings

Sandwings can have firescales, although it's a lot rarer than Skywings

Jerboa had animus magic because one of her distant relatives was the first Skywing animus

sandwings frill can look like a cobras thingy when they are threatened

sandwings have some slight venom immunity to other Sandwings venom. Sandwings are completely immune to their own venom

Some sandwings swallow their food whole like a snake, while others think it's disgusting

sandwings can be pale yellows, tans, gold, pinks, oranges, reds, greys, whites and blacks

they usually have black or dark brown eyes, some sandwings wear colorful contacts

Sandwings were originally only carnivorous until some famine where Sandwings started to adapt to be omnivores

sandwing royals have gold frills and slight black diamond markings

sandwings (and mudwings) are seen as the most barbaric tribe mainly because they are the least advanced

Sandwings originally had very little treasure until they started stealing other tribes treasure, now they have the most

2/3 of the Sandwings royal treasure is stolen

sandwings can have ram horns, most commonly found in males. Burn had ram horns and blaze called them extremely hideous

sandwings are the worst swimmers, they hate deep waters

just like mudwings Sandwings usually always fight on the ground

sandwings make jewelry out of string and beads

Sandwings jobs include shepherd, merchant, assassin, thief, spy, and cook

Sandwings love cooking and they use many spices

Sandwings love spicy food

Sandwings used to worship cats (like Egyptians) there are many ancient paintings of cats, most Sandwings still refuse to eat cats

Sandwings are very artistic

Sandwing pets includes cats, fennec foxes, snakes, lizards, camels, and beetles

more later

#wings of fire #wof #wof fandom #sandwing #wof headcanon #wof sandwing #sandwing wof #Sandwing headcanon

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@maelstroms-blog and @remolinop I promsied you a wee Eternity short from Metamorphosis. So here it is, full to the brim with fluff. 💖😅

A cool night breeze drifted gently into the nursery through the open casement windows.

Within an ornate oak cot, engraved with beasts, both fantastical and nightmarish in form, a tiny hand reached upwards, grasping at the air with glee. The gust swept down, caressing the little fingers lovingly, then withdrawing with reluctance, drawing back to skies with a silent promise to return.

A small babe, just past his first year of life, staggered clumsily to his feet. Toddering to the bars of his cot, little fingers grasped tight upon the railing for support, looking towards the night sky longingly. Stepping on wobbly tip toes, he stretched his right hand towards the window, left clutching a small blanket of raven feathers possessively to his chest. "Ma-mi?" He called questioningly into the air. Above, two stars flared brightly down upon him and a great, beaming smile spread across his face. His little feet, stomping excitedly against the soft mattress.

So enthralled was he, he missed the soft, swirl of sand materialising on the corner of the room, and the pale figure who stepped forth from it, tread quiet and considerate of the occupants within.

"Do you not wish to visit my kingdom tonight little brother?" A soothing voice enquired.

The young boy turned abruptly, swaying slightly on his unsteady legs as he did. Three teeth flashing proudly in a wide grin as his clapped his hands together with glee at the sight before him.

" Deeam! " He cried, reaching now for the new arrival enthusiastically, chubby fingers curling in a grabby motion. Luminous, gold irises dancing and twisting in loops and figure eights on dark eyes at the sight of his older brother.

Two slender hands reached down, carefully lifting the child and blanket and cradling them to his chest. "Why do you not sleep tonight Etie?" Dream asked. Fingers carding through the boys' silky black locks.

Little hands waved once more towards the open window. "Ma-mi" He called again.

Dream looked through the frame to the night sky, blazing with unrivalled beauty over the rooftops of London. He reached out in greeting, feeling a wave of love sweep over him in return.

"He will be back soon, Eternity. He crafts a new galaxy into existence tonight. Is that not exciting?"

In answer, the young Endless shoved his blanket into his mouth, gumming at the dark, iridescent feathers with determination.

Frowning slightly, Dream pulled at the blanket, releasing it from his brother's mouth with a soft yank and trail of drool. Earning an angry cry and teary eyes in response.

"Be careful, Eternity." He scolded gently. "This belonged to your big brother. You must treasure it."

Tubby legs swung and kicked as the littlest Endless looked at his brother thoughtfully.

"Pffffiieeess?" He asked.

Dream smiled indulgently, sitting his baby brother back upon his tiny mattress. "That's right, Orpheus. He wraps about you while you slumber and keeps you safe and warm. Are you not lucky?"

Eternity bounced on his bottom enthusiastically, smile, a carbon copy of his father's, "Cat Deeem?" He enquired loudly.

Dream shushed him calmly, staring at the antique Elizabethan bassinet, engraved with songbirds, which stood opposite the cot. Within, a baby, only shy of newborn, with a riot of minute auburn curls already sprayed about her head, slept soundly.

"Be careful Eternity, do not wake your sister. Euphoria plays in fields of Fiddler's Green. Do you not wish to join her?"

"Cat, cat, cat!" The boy demanded, swaying his little arms too and fro as if to emphasise his point.

Dream raised a white eyebrow, unimpressed at his display. "I have duties to attend to, little brother."

Eternity's little mouth formed a familiar, forlorn pout, eyes wet in a tiny replica of his mother's hard done by expression.

Dream sighed, knowing the fight was lost.

"Only until Mother returns," He warned sternly. And with a slight shift in the air, where once had been a fair young man, now a large white cat, hair long, thick and soft, sat upon the cot mattress.

With a loud, rumbling purr it sauntered gracefully towards the child. Rubbing itself around the boy as he squealed in glee, clutching at the white tufts of his fur eagerly.

Kneading happily at the soft bedding below, purr all the louder, Dream graced Eternity's forehead with a single, tender lick. Before settling demurely, legs tucked under himself, letting out a yawn, fangs glistening in the moonlight.

The baby boy followed suit, little mouth wide as he yawned, snuggling into his brother's fluffy belly, a contented smile upon his lips.

A few hours later a second form would materialise within the room in a cloud of starlight, long robe awash with magnificent, multicoloured nebula. Behind him, two owls came to perch elegantly upon the sill, as he gazed adoringly into the cot.

"Dusk, relay a message to Lucienne in the Dreaming." He instructed quietly. "Tell her, Lord Daniel rests, safe and well in our care and will return to her in due course. In his absence, might she send Matthew to watch over my children's dreams?"

He gave one last glance to the occupants of the cot as Dusk disappeared with a great waft of her wings. Little Eternity, head nestled into his brother's furr. Dream, head propped upon his baby brother's head in peaceful slumber. He checked next upon his daughter, green eyes, so like Dream's, closed tight in sleep. Little body curled up blissfully in her brother Robyn's lovingly restored oak cradle.

With a quiet whisper to Dawn to keep watch over them, he took in his children one last time.

"Sweet dreams" He wished them tenderly, before exiting the room to seek out his husband.

Thank you to @danimydear (I hope I've linked the right blog there 😅) For the suggestion of Euphoria for Eternity's sibling. I loved it as it fills the gap left by Delight perfectly. I really liked Entropy and Evolution too... I sense the second coming of the chaos twins!

If you've got any more mini promots from the Metamorphosis verse you'd like me to tackle, feel free to send me them. 😊

#Dreamling #dream of the endless #Daniel hall #daniel!dream #the sandman #Metamorphosis verse #Fanfic

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bonefall · 11 months

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I'm curious about which arc is your favorite?

I kinda wish it wasn't TPB, but it's TPB.

It's not without its flaws, but it's the one arc that feels like it has its pacing perfect. So much happens in it, and yet, very little feels like a "Quicktime Event" that comes to plague later books.

It was also more violent and dramatic. I think there's a reason just beyond nostalgia that soooo many SEs and Novellas are based around TPB characters, they've completely failed to make so many of the new ones feel alive. Cats are DOING THINGS back then, making shitty choices and putting their clans above all else as the expected default, that's compelling. It's interesting.

The further we get from that and the more the writers end up with this, "all lying is Bad and all killing is Bad and fighting is always to be avoided because it's Bad :(" the less they have to work with.

Like, jesus christ, every novella that's been coming out of their IP has basically been trying to sand away the rough edges of characters, making them "less selfish" and "more understandable" and generally trying to make everyone soft and the Code untouchably good. It sucks! Stop REMOVING CONFLICT from your battle cat series!

And hell, TPB was able to build up Mudclaw and Onewhisker's entire characters with only a handful of scenes, which made a juicy pressure point for TNP later. Meanwhile in ASC they can't even keep Finchlight's motivations straight between books, and DOTC basically writes completely new characters between First Battle and Blazing Star, forcing them to hook in two brand new random foreign villains so there can still be conflict.

I think the single POV really helps. It keeps it focused, it prevents you from seeing whatever chaos is happening over the border. It is the story of Fireheart, from Paw to Star, and it makes the world feel alive. Like it's existing beyond his whiskers, and it whets your appetite to see more of it.

#bone babble #warrior cats analysis

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viharbinger · 2 years

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Beach Episode HCs!

pairings: xiao x itto x diluc x scaramouche x reader

warnings: none, fluffff, some swear words

a/n: im going to the beach soon mwuhahah

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Xiao

The type of person to hog the umbrella shades at the beach. He'd just watch you play and swim in the water while downing his third fruit drink of the day

Only ever gotten up for bathroom breaks but hisses whenever taken out of the shades like a vampire, so good luck trying to even get him to the water

If you somehow get him out though, congratulations! But now you have to hear him mope about it all the time

He gives so many excuses to get out. "Wait, I forgot to put on sunscreen..." He'd say, barely even getting to the sea before walking away. Or even creating a fake scenario just to get out of it like forgetting to turn off the stove at home lol

It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with you, what im saying is Xiao is like a cat

Instead of dying in the blazing sun and tasting the salty waters, his best idea of spending time is you two just enjoying yourselves under the shades, playing soft music with drinks in hand. And maybe even napping in front of the beautiful scenery

Itto

Itto LOVES the beach!

He'll show off his precious abs to everyone and have water fights with his gang, dragging you along too!

Tried to host an onikabuto match with a random little kid he met at the beachside but was banned from doing so lol

Not many romantic things happen in the beach for you and Itto. It's honestly just you, him and his gang hanging out together and shooting water guns at each other

Unless... You count taking care of Itto as romantic.

Itto did not wear his sunscreen. He'd definitely been reminded to a million times before but right at the moment he was about to swim, he forgets and boom. He's red, ALL over.

I dont know what to tell you other than the fact that sunburns hurt like a bitch so you really needed to take care of him when you both got home lol

So there you were, nursing the crimson oni back to health and him cursing himself for not listening to you

Diluc

A big papa bear with a ton of SPF

He's gonna be covering you from the sun, constantly, not just with sunscreen but with his literal build. He's just standing over you, hands over you acting as a shade and it's just embarrassing

But still, its like having a scary dog privilege. And Diluc does not like people looking at you, at the beach too! So this is definitely a plus for the both of you

I literally cant imagine Diluc wearing anything else except an open button-up and swim trunks. Everyone in the beach would gawk at him because lawd, those abs are just something aren't they

Just because he's a little overbearing and embarrassing, it doesn't mean he's not fun! Ok nevermind he's not fun. The man somehow brought his paperwork with him to the beach, you just wonder how he even brought it when he had zero bags

You had to wet it just to get him up from his seat, writing who knows what in the never ending papers

Diluc is so protective and caring that even if you accidentally drink saltwater, he's already running straight to a juice bar to help you wash it down

Scaramouche

A vampire (x2)

He's like Xiao, but worse. He'll have you dragging him on the sand just to get him across the beach to the sea, it's hell

The sun is so hot in the summer and he just does not want to risk having sunburns! Why do you think he wears such a big hat all the time?

He just thinks the beach is a 'stupid waste of time' but with a little push, he'll start to enjoy it

Before you know it, he's in the water, several feet in and splashing water at you. And on one occasion, the water hit his eyes, and oh it stung. He's bummed out and sulking in the shades and whining constantly about it

Only way you can change his mind is to bribe him with cuddles and kisses when you get home

He won't ever admit that he had the most fun at the beach. And it's basically his best day ever because he got a just the right amount of affection from you in the end of the day too

#genshin x reader #bee writes #xiao x reader #xiao x reader fluff #diluc x reader #itto x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #arataki itto x reader

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raytm · 25 days

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BOLD always applies. italics sometimes apply / are verse dependent. strikethrough never applies.

viii. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. traditional. overbearing energy. a sculptor of reality. this existence is a karmic one. has a heart ; it’s just way down deep. law, order, & justice. avoid all necessary risk. the sound of shackles clanging. sisyphus’ struggle. grappling with the reality of time. self—governing. ix. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒. psychedelic funk music. overflowing cups. a rebellion with skin. looking good in photo id. oblivious but caring. middle fingers in the air. double rainbows. icy diamond exterior. holographic. afraid of their own mediocrity. pearlescent smoke. x. 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄. an elegy for the lost. dissolving boundaries. white horses. the burden of mystical conditions. deceptive. escapism is their reality. a polarizing entity. artist’s soul. paranoia. searching for the unseen. a siren’s swan song. xi. 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎. angel statues over graves. power. the cycle of necrosis. transformative. unfathomable depths. an ivory tower toppling over. screaming at the sky. violets & irises. eclipsed darkness. speaks with their shadow. sex, death, rebirth.

tagged by: stolen ! tagging: steal it from me !

#the way my pc frozed 10000 times while trying to small font this jesus.#⋆⁺₊❅. 𝐺𝐸𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐴𝑈. › 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲.#long post /

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starsburned · 27 days

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AS THE PLANETS.

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i. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍. egotistical. melted wax wings & fingers. stretching sunburned skin. the most generous soul. blood in the fruit. halos. anger on fire. high vitality. thunderous laughter. is pride really a sin? halogenic aura. ii. 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘. expansion of the mind. silver—tongued. an everlasting wanderer. polyglot. high dexterity. handwritten letters. innately critical. en vogue. eyes in the trees. hidden libraries. there’s always room for improvement. iii. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒. in love with strangers. iridescent waters. love potions for your mirror. selfless devotion. shattering crystal. seafoam upon sand. the golden ratio. drowning in your own passion. material value & high principles. luring. plush lips. iv. 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇. fresh springs. tree hugger. we can start again tomorrow. a blazing rainforest. respects survival of the fittest. nature’s adversity. lazy bones. constantly evolving. flowers sprouting from wounds. a granite altar. fossilized remains. v. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. illusory. silver shimmer off the ocean. secrets & gossip. cycles of reincarnation. a crybaby. physically ethereal. shared glances with a stranger. cat eyes. mistrusting their intuition. fear is a prison. ornate magic wands. vi. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒. healthy competition. attraction & repulsion. magma & rubies. a blade being forged. wrath, wrath, wrath. malefic. intense eye contact. cannon fodder & fireworks. blood floods. copper taste on your tongue. vii. 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑. red robes & a suit of armor. beacon of stability. leader by birth. thunderbolts & lightning. guilty but can’t stop. secret rich kid. golden touch, golden tears. innate optimist. failure isn’t an option. constantly reaching for more. unfinished symphonies. viii. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. traditional. overbearing energy. a sculptor of reality. this existence is a karmic one. has a heart ; it’s just way down deep. law, order, & justice. avoid all necessary risk. the sound of shackles clanging. sisyphus’ struggle. grappling with the reality of time. self—governing. ix. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒. psychedelic funk music. overflowing cups. a rebellion with skin. looking good in photo id. oblivious but caring. middle fingers in the air. double rainbows. icy diamond exterior. holographic. afraid of their own mediocrity. pearlescent smoke. x. 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄. an elegy for the lost. dissolving boundaries. white horses. the burden of mystical conditions. deceptive. escapism is their reality. a polarizing entity. artist’s soul. paranoia. searching for the unseen. a siren’s swan song. xi. 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎. angel statues over graves. power. the cycle of necrosis. transformative. unfathomable depths. an ivory tower toppling over. screaming at the sky. violets & irises. eclipsed darkness. speaks with their shadow. sex, death, rebirth.

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The Emerald Coast is a beautiful place to be during the summer. Located next to the Station Square Hotel, with the outskirts of the city not far, the coast is an archipelago of small islands, with beautiful clear water, wonderful sky, palm trees, everything to have a fun and relaxing day at the beach. It was hot at the coast, and everyone enjoyed their drinks, Ice Cream, and some shades.

Tails applied sunscreen on himself, and puts on sunglasses. Tails: Ah, how I missed this place. Sonic: You said it, pal. Beside him was Sonic, lounging on a chair under an umbrella. He sips his drink. Sonic: I really love this place. All the times I ran through here, including the time I found you when you crashed that one time. Tails: Yeah. I wonder if they discarded that heap of junk. Not far, Big sits down with his rod, and begins fishing. Froggy hops off. Big: Don't go too far, little pal. I don't wanna lose you again. Froggy hops and sees Amy and Blaze walk by. Blaze has a drink, while Amy enjoys her Ice Cream. Amy: I knew you would love this place. Blaze: Yeah, it's as beautiful as the new city in Soleanna. She looks down to see Froggy. Blaze: Oh, hello, Froggy. Is Big nearby? Froggy nodded. She sees Big fishing. Amy: Be sure not to wander off on your own, okay? Froggy: Ribbit! Amy: Oh look. They see Cream, Cheese, and Trikey building a Sandcastle. They saw Blaze and Amy and waved. The Pink Hedgehog and Lavender Cat wave back. Blaze: So cute. Amy: Yes, always.

Wave: Okay, time to catch some Waves! She heads for the water after waxing her surfboard. Above Big was a palm tree, with Knuckles hanging on. He observes the beach, as everyone enjoys their time. Down below. Cream: It's almost finished! Trikey: This is so much fun! I never knew sand can be so fun to use! Cream: Before we met you, Cheese and I would come here every summer to swim in the water, and build sandcastles. Trikey: This place sure is amazing. She looks at the first loop. Trikey: What's that? Cream: That's a loop. Mr. Sonic would run through here all the time. One time, He saved Tails when he crashed a plane here. Trikey: Oh dear, I hope Tails wasn't hurt, that sounded scary. Cream: He was alright. He wasn't really hurt after that nasty crash.

Trikey: Can we visit the rest of Station Square later? Cream: Sure, we can do that. It's not really far from here. A big wave rises from the water. Wave rides through it, water splashing on Big. He stared, then shook himself dry. Wave: Heh, sorry about that, Big! Big looks on, then continues to fish. Trikey: I hope she doesn't get our castle wet, it'll be ruined. Cream: I hope so, too. She'll probably surf further out. She grabs her bucket and notices Froggy inside. Cream: Oh. Hi Froggy, what are you doing in my bucket? He looks at the castle made of sand. Cream: Do you like it, we made it together Froggy: Ribbit ribbit! Trikey: What did he say? Cream: he said, "Yes, it's a nice castle." Trikey: Aw, thank you. You wanna watch us build it, Froggy? Froggy: Ribbit. Trikey: Um, okay, I'll take that as a yes! Charmy: Cool, you're making sandcastles? Trikey: Hey, Charmy. Yeah, do you like it? Charmy: Yeah, nice job. Cream: We're gonna make it really big! Charmy licks his frozen treat. Charmy: Sounds hard, but maybe I can help? Cream: Sure. The more, the merrier. Trikey: And the bigger it'll be!

?: My my, what a wonderful sandcastle. They look up to see Rouge. Cream: Oh, hello, Ms. Rouge. Do you like what we made? Rouge: Why, yes, it looks really nice. Trikey: Thank you, Ms. Rouge. The Bat smiles. Chocola came by with lemonade. Rouge looks at his drink. Rouge: Ooh, Lemonade. This heat is making me thirsty. I should go get a drink. Charmy's Ice Cream drips as he licks. Trikey gasps. Trikey: Careful, Charmy, we don't want our castle to get messy. Charmy: Oops, sorry. Cream: Oh, that reminds me. I'm getting hot from all this building. We should go get something to cool off, too. Trikey: Yeah. Cream calls for Rouge. Cream: Ms. Rouge?! Rouge: Yes? Cream: Can we go with you to get some Ice Cream, please? Rouge ponders. Rouge: Well, I am heading over to the bar now. Alright, darlings. I'll treat you to some Ice Cream.

Cream: Yippie! Let's go, guys! Trikey: Oh boy, Ice Cream! Rouge: Follow me, sweetums! They follow Rouge to the bar. From the tree, Knuckles chuckled and smiles as he scans the entire beach. Knuckles: This place sure did change for the better ever since Perfect Chaos wrecked havoc. I'm glad everything is at peace here once again. It really is nice to relax once in a while. Another wave crashes down, nearly missing the red Echidna. Wave surfs by. Wave: Sorry, again! Couldn't help it! Knuckles sighs, then smiles. Everyone continues to enjoy the rest of their afternoon at the Emerald Coast.

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