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mochiwrites · 25 days

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For the ask game/prompt, mayhaps #1 with Scarian? Could be in canon, one of your AUs, or any other AU you think of lol, no preference ☺️

01. Touch starved/cuddle curse (put that guy in a situation!)

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"How in the world have you managed this, Scar?!" Grian's indignant voice exclaims, echoing in the small space of Scar's train car. The avian looks down at the man currently pouting at him, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I-I don't know! Joel just gave me this potion thingy and -- and said it would be good for bonding with cOW!" As he speaks, he makes a grabbing motion for Grian, his pout morphing into a pleading look.

Grian pointedly takes a step back from Scar's outreaching arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trusting Joel was your first mistake," he mumbles, sucking in a breath.

"He's a trustworthy fellow!" Scar retorts, "Besides, I don't see what's so bad about this arrangement... all I want to do is cuddle with you."

"That's exactly the problem, Scar!" The feathers of Grian's wings fluff up as he stares at his husband with a firm look. "I have building I have to do! Shops to set up, permits to not do! I also promised Gem I'd help her out with something in a few hours. I can't just stay here with you all day."

Scar's pleading expression only becomes stronger, his green eyes looking shiny as he stares up at Grian from where he sits on his head. "Please, lovebird? Just for a little bit?" He makes another grabbing motion for Grian, who finds his resolve rapidly crumbling the longer he looks at Scar.

"Nuh uh mister, I know exactly how this sort of thing goes. We both know it won't just be 'for a little bit,'" he answers. Grian's making any desperate attempts at keeping his denial firm.

But... he could just tell Gem he'd be around tomorrow. And it's not like the Permit Office is really ever open. They're only sometimes there to help anyway. And he still hasn't come up with any ideas for his mushroom stem shop.

"I promise this time I'll stick to it! Only a few hours, I swear on my hat!" Scar exclaims, eagerly nodding.

"Where have I heard that one before," Grian mumbles under his breath, fondness written into each and every word. He lets out a little sigh, "Alright, alright, fine. But only for a few hours! Let's hope this... cuddle affliction has run its course by then."

He takes a step toward Scar, and the moment he's close enough, a hand jumps out to grab hold of his wrist. Grian yelps as he's pulled right into Scar's lap, arms slinging around his waist. He steadies himself by gripping Scar's shoulders, finding the love of his life grinning at him.

"You should know I always want to cuddle with you." Scar shoots him a cheeky little wink, making Grian roll his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "You just fit in my arms so perfectly!"

"Maybe that's just because you're a giant," Grian huffs, getting settled in Scar's hold. He moves to lay his head on Scar's shoulder, tucking it within the crook of his neck. "You're like one big teddy bear."

Scar squeezes him lightly, one of his hands moving to rest against the small of his back, right in between his feathers. The contact leaves Grian melting right into him with a content noise. "Am I a cute teddy bear?"

Grian snorts at him.

"It's the most important question I've ever asked you next to proposing, Grian!" Scar gasps in return, a serious look in his eyes. His green eyes sparkle with mirth, and pressed against him like this, Grian can feel the way his chest rumbles with hidden laughter. "I have to know if I'm a cute teddy bear!"

"Yes Scar," Grian sighs fondly, pulling back to hold the man's face in his hands, "you're a very cute teddy bear." He accentuates his response with a kiss to Scar's nose, "Although Jellie is cuter."

Scar makes some kind of ecstatic noise, pulling Grian down into bed as he rolls onto his side. Grian squawks at the sudden action, just narrowly avoiding his wings getting squished. "But of course! No one is cuter than Jellie. You come in a close second place though."

If it were anyone but Jellie, Grian would have complained.

Instead, he snuggles in close to Scar, wrapping a wing around him as they fall into a comfortable silence. Scar's arms are secure around him, and Grian thinks he'd be fine with laying here all day, wrapped in his husband's arms.

"Remember Scar, only for a few hours."

"Right, right! Only a few hours. Or until this cuddle curse goes away!"

(They go well over 'a few hours' together. Grian's communicator pings a few times, but it sounds almost silent over the pair's easy breaths as they sleep.)

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #scarian #hermitshipping #secret husbands au #ask game #I needed domestic silly married scarian #I need to write them being married more often

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smoozie · 18 days

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tell me about your life series aa au 🙏

I'm so glad you asked!!

Let's begin with who I think could be a defense attorney

Mumbo

Gem

Scott

Scar

And of course, it's not an AA au if the defense doesn't have their weird girl co-counsel!

Mumbo gets Lizzie! I absolutely adore their dynamic (from what we get to see) and it is very reminiscent of Apollo and Trucy (for me). Lizzie would fake hold herself hostage and Mumbo would cry because he was worried abt her.

Gem gets Impulse! Again I love their dynamic. Gem is probably the one who screams defense attorney to me most, and considering her relationship with Impulse it seems fitting he supports her in court.

Scott gets Jimmy! Flower husband fans will be pleased. To be completely honest, this pair up was more a matter of these two being the last ones in their respective categories, but I think it offers an interesting dynamic. The cool and collected with the more wild co-counsel. Typically the defense is very uncool and never collected. This one is giving Kay and Edgeworth if u squint (a lot).

Scar gets Bdubs! Fun fact, Scar was originally also a co-counsel, but the idea of him and Bdubs on defense together was too good an opportunity to miss. Bdubs 100% is giving weird girl energy. His thing is moss. All the weird girls have a Thing (Maya is spirit channeling, Trucy is magic, Kay is thievery) and Bdubs's Thing is moss. I haven't figured out my other "weird girls" things yet tho. I am open to suggestions.

Now for the prosecution we have

Grian

Etho

Cleo

Joel

Pearl

I think the vibes here aren't as strong as the defense but they still make sense.

Grian might be the weakest on this list. I know he often gives himself the label of detective, but he just didn't seem the type in the AA universe. The reason he's on prosecution is because he is stubborn and impulse enough to accuse the most likely subject and stick with that till the end (ignore the Jangler incident in s6). Also all of Edgeworth's sprites give Grian. Grian fits the Edgeworth sprite gallery to a T

Etho just feels like a prosecutor. He's smart, prepared, calm, and smug. I could see some Blackquill parallels here. He would also bring a bird to court that might attack you.

Cleo is another that just feels right at the prosecutor's desk. She is witty and sarcastic. It would be difficult to persuade them. Cleo also loves a bit of corruption, a past time for most prosecutors.

Joel is abbrassive and head strong. He is SO Franziska Von Karma. He would attack in the middle of court. He would attack the judge. He would call you stupid in the exact mannerisms of Franziska's "fools". Joel is sooo an overconfident prosecutor who is actually so fun and beloved.

Finally, Pearl. She was especially hard to place. I had trouble deciding between defense or prosecutor for her. In the end I settled on prosecution, but I think it would be fun if she had a Godot situation. That is, she was a defense attorney but switched after some traumatic incident (maybe she worked with Scott before!). Pearl can be calculated when she needs to be and crazed when she wants to be. She would provide an interesting opponent. Especially given her connections to most of the defense attorneys.

Now for our detectives:

Bigb

Tango

Ren

Skizz

Bigb somewhat aloof but silly. He let's the defense into crime scenes because they gave him a cookie. He often works with Grian, who likes Bigb too much to scream at him abt anything. Bigb is also prob like Ema Skye with her snackoos.

I could see Tango similarly to Gumshoe. He often works with Pearl and Etho (PET Mail), and he trusts them to prove someone guilty if they really are. He also gets along with the defense attorney's well, so he lets them investigate, as long as they promise not to tell his superiors.

Ren is giving Gumshoe in a much more "pathetic wet cat" way. He is underpaid. He is running around constantly. He is too tired to stop the defense getting in. He often works with Cleo. They have a similar dynamic to Edgeworth and Gumshoe.

And Skizz. He is excited to do his job. He gets along with everyone. He lets the defense in because he trusts that they are doing the right thing. He doesn't think it's fair if they don't get to investigate!

And finally, the judge

Martyn. I can't explain why, it just is Martyn. Somehow it makes the most sense. Martyn.

#I um have some ideas for common defense vs prosecutor pairings :>#smooziespeaks #life series #life smp #traffic smp #trafficblr #ask #anon #dragonanswers

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Headrush (It's Too Sweet) | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fingering, hand job, love bites/marking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex - m receiving, allusions to fucking, slight exhibitionist streak (no locked doors here!), Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, Kitty Gang Jimin is the look, yes that also needs its own warning, Jimin is in full demon mode here - all temptation and teasing

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Your job is perfect. Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

A/N: Happy birthday Jimin! You'll always be my favorite demon. 💜

This comes from a request from @reliablemitten. Yep, I'm still working my way slowly through those. 😆 It's my first time writing an Idol AU, so I hope I did it well! Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

You love your job.

As a stylist for Big Hit, you get to travel the world with one of the hottest acts in history, BTS. The team you work with is amazing, the looks you create are eye-catching and inspired, and, well, the money’s not bad, either. Yeah, all in all, your job is perfect.

Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

To his adoring fans, Jimin is a sweet lil’ mochi, a round-cheeked beacon of light and laughter who dances like he’s made of water and sings like an angel. You know better.

The man is a demon. Temptation is his calling card, and teasing is his passion.

And there’s no finer example of this than the way he’s pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs right now and pointedly not touching you exactly where you need him.

“Come on, Jimin,” you whine, leaning back on your palms to tip your cunt closer to his devilish mouth. The makeup table you’re sitting on is uncomfortable, hard plastic pressing into your ass, but you have to make do when you’re sneaking in a quickie between rehearsals. “We don’t have all day.”

“So impatient, Noona,” he simply sighs, shaking his head, pushing your skirt further up your stomach. “You know that just makes me want to go even slower. Really take my time.”

You do know, from experience, and so you fall silent, fingers curling around the edge of the table as his warm breath sends goosebumps racing down your thighs.

This all started with that damned outfit. The leather ensemble, a glittery gem-covered jacket over a fitted white shirt and tight tight tight pants. Your team really killed it, you couldn’t help but think, admiring him as he showed off for the other members during the fitting. With a cheeky grin, he rolled his body, running his fingers through his soft pink hair.

And look. You’ve never been immune to how attractive the band is. You’re a professional, of course, but you have eyes. Not to mention a healthy libido, which unfortunately revved up as Jimin undulated his body. You couldn’t help but follow the wave all the way down to his toes, before you dragged your gaze back to his face.

You thought you’d gotten away with your gawking. Until your eyes met. And he winked.

And now, he won’t let you live.

Just when you think you’re about to die from desire, Jimin traces his long pink tongue along your slit, lapping at the arousal seeping out of you. With a relieved groan, you drop your head to watch the gorgeous man kneeling between your legs suckle at your cunt. He always tells you that you taste like candy, but you’re the one who gets the sugar high, head swimming, heart racing.

It began slowly, this thing between you, with small gestures. A flirtatious smile here, a knowing glance there. Any time you let your gaze linger, lost in reverie, Jimin was quick to pounce, warm brown eyes suddenly darkening, smile sharpening into a smirk. You lost track of the number of times his tongue would suddenly flick out, licking his plush lips brazenly. Wantonly.

Then the comments started.

The two of you had a friendly working relationship - Jimin was easy to talk to, always quick with a joke or comment to make you giggle, and you knew you were his favorite stylist by the way he sought you out every time.

But after the day he caught you staring, his comments became less silly and more… suggestive.

“Is that what you wanted, Noona?” he asks, reclining on his knees while his ring-clad fingers plunge into your throbbing folds. His saccharine smile doesn’t fool you. He knows exactly how his touch drives you insane. Leaves you yearning for more every time. It’s never enough.

So you tell him. “You know it is. Ah, fuck.” He grins into the bite he’s just left in your soft skin. Your hips are littered with them, tiny marks of his own lusty language that can only be interpreted as ‘mine.’ “Why do you always make me beg for it?”

Because he can. Because he knows that you’ll always come back for more. His kisses, his tongue, his cock - you’ll take it all to feed the rush. That’s what addicts do.

He doesn’t answer, mouth too busy on your clit. Wisps of cotton candy strands float through your fingers as you clutch at his hair. Jimin hums with every tug, every pull, the vibrations making you join him in delicious harmony. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn’t lock the door, but the worry is fleeting, quickly licked aside by Jimin’s roving tongue.

The door was unlocked the first time, too. The memory of that day replays itself in your neediest moments, when you’re craving a fix.

It had been weeks of salacious comments and heated looks. Recently Jimin had added little touches into the mix - a hand pressing on your back just a few seconds too long, fingers brushing your cheek as he removed a hair that you both knew wasn’t there.

He’d found you in the hallway backstage, kneeling on the ground with your back to the wall, working on mending a torn sleeve. He came to a stop, asking you to help him with a tear in his pants, claiming he’d meant to ask before but had forgotten. But as you examined the fabric, you found no tears, no rips, nothing but smooth material stretching over thick thighs.

From your knees, you peered up at him in confusion, only to find him gazing down at you with a smoldering expression. Knowing that anyone could walk by at any moment, you’d cleared your throat, and his face relaxed.

He feigned ignorance, said another stylist must have already gotten to it, but when his muscles flexed under your touch, drawing your attention to the growing bulge in his pants, you knew the truth.

Fighting to keep your breathing normal, you’d sighed. “I swear to god, Jimin, you were put on this earth to give me a headache,” you informed him with naked exasperation as you’d straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t soaking through your underwear at the thought of his dick in your mouth.

“Oh, Noona, I was put here to do a lot more than that to you, I promise,” Jimin replied with that wicked smile of his, and that was it, the last straw. You snapped.

“Okay, that’s it!” you’d hissed, latching onto his arm, tugging him into the dressing room behind you. The door slammed shut as you rounded on him. “Enough already! I’m sick to death of you tormenting me like this! It’s all just empty words meant to get a rise out of me - and I’m not going to give you that satisfaction anymore!”

“Empty words?” Jimin’s eyebrows had hit the ceiling. His voice jumped an octave. “Empty words?” He’d stepped forward, crowding your space, pushing you back until your ass hit the makeup table behind you. Stumbling, you ended up on the table, gasping as he framed you in with his arms to lean over you. “Noona, you have no idea how wrong you are right now.”

There was a loud roaring in your ears as you sunk your fingers into the velvety-soft collar of his jacket, bringing him dangerously close to your face. “Then fucking show me, Jimin.”

His arms pulled you into his embrace as Jimin surged forward, finally planting his plump lips on yours. The heat of his kiss engulfed you, roaring flames burning everything in its path, like caution and reason. When he came in your mouth that day, you knew there was no going back.

And now you find yourself here, hiding in this dressing room, seeking another hit. Jimin fidgets on the ground, rubbing one hand over his crotch while he fucks you with the other.

“Do you need help with that?” He can’t see what you’re looking at, as his face is currently buried, but his muffled whimpers let you know that he understood your question, and he pulls away, rising to his feet while his pants fall to his ankles.

“Fuck, Noona, so good, always so good.” He’s hot and slick in your hand, tip already coated in precum, and the two of you pant in tandem as you bring each other to the edge with your hands. It’s always fast and messy with him in the end, no matter how much he builds you up with his taunting.

It’s surprisingly easy for the two of you to find reasons to slip away and meet like this. You’ve become intimately familiar with so many stadium dressing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, even the occasional hotel gym or sauna. Within seconds, he has you on your knees, on your back, bent over and moaning.

Despite the way you rush headlong into these rendezvous, you’re not naive. At some point, there will be a reckoning. This can’t go on forever. But right now, as he coaxes an orgasm from you with his thrusting fingers and hungry kisses, you let your mind go clear, giving in to the sensations.

Park Jimin might be a demon, but you’re the one who can’t resist the sin. It’s too sweet.

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 11 months

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Hidden Gems: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have one of our recurring themes: fics with fewer than 150 kudos! Check under the cut for fourteen amazing fics that you might have missed the first time around:

Ocean Blues by Vailee (3836,General)

Warnings: None

On a remote island, Caleb meets a merman named Essek.

Reccer says: The description of merman Essek with his fins and tail is very adorable.

Breaking Inertia by futureshieldmaiden (31096,Teen)

Warnings: None

A time loop fic where Bren has to work with the Shadowhand Essek Thelyss to straighten out time.

Reccer says: There's a lovely slow burn between the two, and I like the plot develops - with a couple of twists along the way.

flurries by quinn_of_aebradore (1381,General)

Warnings: none

Caleb and Essek visit a night market

Reccer says: It's extremely sweet and soft, with a warm and cozy wintertime feel to it.

the start: wings to chase the sky by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (2662,Teen)

Warnings: None, but note that the other part of the duology has its own tags! (calamity fic)

Part of a duology of an Age of Arcanum AU where Caleb and Essek are prestigious wizards of Avalir. A getting-together ficlet.

Reccer says: Mlle is so good at writing the shadowgast getting together, and it's fun to see the wizards in this lavish arcane world.

in the blood by VexedVixen (11075,Mature)

Warnings: None

Vampire!Essek rescues an injured Caleb and brings him to his towers in Rosohna. Caleb is them offered a job by Essek - a job that includes donating some blood.

Reccer says: The worldbuilding is so cool! Always nice to see a good vampire AU.

A Thousand Words, Unspoken by soot_and_salt (3150,General)

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (technically, but it's not a dark story)

Caleb runs a YouTube channel where he films himself restoring paintings. The latest one to come in is a portrait of a beautiful drow man.

Reccer says: If you're familiar with the story of Pygmalion and Galatea, it's a little like that.

you're the only light i've ever known by glossolali (1463,Teen)

Warnings: None

After their bath, Essek combs and plays with Caleb's hair. Caleb enjoys himself.

Reccer says: It's very sweet and tender. And like the author says in the end note, it shows how Caleb has changed and healed over the course of campaign 2.

Break Me, Mend Me by Kaiannae (21835,Mature)

Warnings: Depiction of depression and self-sabotage, CNC if you squint, borderline force feeding if you squint.

Caleb's self-loathing is rearing its ugly head and he is spiraling out of control, pushing his friends and chosen family away, isolating himself from those who care about him and attempting to sabotage everything good in his life. Eventually, Essek decides to do something about it. He knows that nothing mundane like talking would be of any help, so he offers Caleb what the human thinks he wants: punishment, atonement, debasement, a way to quiet the vicious voices in his head.

Reccer says: BDSM as therapy, sort of, getting into Caleb's head for the character study, aftercare for the masses, doms and subs alike.

Silver Couches To Recline Upon And Ornaments Of Gold by soot_and_salt (3242,Teen)

Warnings: None

Essek, unable to leave the tower he resides in, finds a cat on his balcony. He soon discovers there is more to this cat than he could have ever imagined.

Reccer says: It is a fairy tale au and I am a big fan of fairy tales.

Let the River Carry You by Operafloozy (2983,General)

Warnings: none

Essek knits something for each of the Nein

Reccer says: It's very sweet and thoughtful, and I love the description of the patterns

in vaults and cherished amber by allinna (4406,Teen)

Warnings: none

At the Vurmas Outpost, Essek receives some well-deserved love from Caleb and the M9.

Reccer says: it's a sweet, comfy fic that makes you smile! what more would you want.

born from beauty by hanap (2375,Explicit)

Warnings: None

Caleb and Essek have a conversation about their respective experiences with gender and what it means to feel at home in one's body, after which Essek shows his love for Caleb's body by giving him a blowjob.

Reccer says: I resonate with both Caleb and Essek's experiences of gender in this fic, so it was a lovely experience getting to read how much the two of them love each other's bodies that are so similar to mine.

if only I could see your face by lakrisrot (3399,Explicit)

Warnings: Can read having a sex-negative to sex-neutral POV character

Caleb spends some time with Essek after the Transmogrification fails. They end up more intimate that expected.

Reccer says: This fic offers a very intriguing look into Essek's mind as an asexual/demi person. I very much enjoyed that.

And two recs for

the hole in the stone by MinnesotaBruja (13243,Teen)

Warnings: Animal/Pet Death

Shortly after the end of campaign 2, Essek takes a position as a lighthouse keeper on a remote island north of Eiselcross. The fic is comprised of his letters to Caleb.

Reccer 1 says: Essek cares for chickens while living on the island and I find it extremely sweet. Reccer 2 says: Beautiful, heartbreaking, so very well written you will most definitely cry and it's worth every tear!

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revasserium · 9 months

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the art of losing (and then, again, being found)

oikawa; 2,208 words; fluff and fluff and straight till morning -- also fulfilling my peter pan au for the 31 days of aus; dedicated to @fuckinglevi

for as long as the world can remember, there has always been a peter — a running away kind of boy — and there has always been a wendy — a learning to fly kind of girl.

for as long as he can remember, oikawa has always been lost. he’s just never been fussed about the losing bit. because you see, for as long as he can remember, there’s always been the second star to the right, the brightest on the horizon, and if he’s got that, then at least he always knows where he is — physically, he means. so he can’t be that lost, right? even if he is the head of the lost boys, and it’s kind of their thing to be — well… lost.

he meets you on a balcony at dusk, right after sunset, when the sky is still light enough to see, but dark enough for the first glimmer of stars. he meets you in the midst of your last, lingering daydreams, and it was this that drew him to you, inexplicably, irrevocably. it was gravity and dusk and the sinking sun. it was truth and wandering and knowing you’re the one.

“you look like you’re thinking about something real serious,” he says. to which you yelp and nearly stumble off your feet. you clutch at your metaphorical pearls and slate a glare at him the way you’d seen your momma do at passersby when they jeer or say something unsightly.

“you scared me!”

oikawa cocks his head, “mah — you don’t seem all that scare-able but… i might be wrong.” his grin is sly and catlike and you can’t help but blush.

“i — i’m not scared!” you puff out your chest and let yourself take him in — him and his wind-swept hair and sky-kissed cheeks, the dulcet light of fading day draped across his shoulders like a lingering promise.

“good! then you’ll do just fine,” oikawa says, jerking his chin towards the darkening sky with a toothy grin.

“f-fine for what?” you ask.

oikawa sighs a soul-shaking sigh, “for getting lost, of course!”

you frown, “for… getting lost?”

“yeah! c’mon — it’s easy — here, i’ll help you up —” he holds out his hand, crouching on the wide white banisters of your second floor bedroom, the small terrace overlooking your family gardens. you lick your lips and peer over the edge. it seems like an awful long way to fall, if you were to fall that is.

“but… what if…” you crease your brows and bite your lips.

“i won’t let you fall. c’mon — i promise.”

you look up, and your eyes catch on the crescent moon curve of oikawa’s smile. behind him, the sky is a velvet skein, studded with so many gem-like stars. you want to run your fingers over them, wonder if they’d catch beneath your palms like the tiny pearls on your momma’s favorite black dress —

“okay then.” you say, reaching up to take his hand.

he smiles, something sweet, something real — and pulls you up beside him.

that was three, or four, or maybe even five years ago. and since then, you’d learned so much from him, met all his lost boys, been to the edge of the earth and over it — to neverland and then back again.

you’d met the marveling mermaids, the nebulous tree-nymphs, the flamingo-dotted lagoons, and the treacherous trails that leads up to the ever-rushing waterfall, where legend says that the first ever lost boy and the first ever lost girl had held hands and jumped —

“ — and they were never seen again…” oikawa says, the campfire casting brilliant orange shadows dancing across the planes of his laughing face.

you laugh, rolling your eyes as you lay back on the soft grasses and cast your eyes up at the sea of never-ending stars.

a few minutes later, you feel a body settle in the grass next to you. and you don’t have to look over to know who it is. by now, you know oikawa by mere presence, by the way his body cuts through the air, by the pattern of his breaths, by the way his laughter rings against a moonless night.

“do you ever miss it?” you ask, not looking at him.

“miss what?” he asks, and his voice is light and playful, though you can feel him go still.

something — something holds him still, even when he wants to sway with the tall grasses and sing with the stars. he stays, his eyes fixed on you.

“home,” you say.

oikawa licks his lips and casts his eyes up. he inches closers to you, close enough for his leg to brush against yours. he doesn’t answer.

because how is he to tell you that he’d long since forgotten what his home had looked like? he knows he must have had one — all the lost boys do. but isn’t it their job, then, to be lost as they are. isn’t it part of who they are to be here and there and nowhere, all at once?

how’s he to tell you that ever since the day he met you — you were the only place that’d ever felt like home?

that not even this vast neverland could ever replace you?

“i…” his lips are dry and his throat is drier. he swallows hard and looks for the second star to the right and straight on till morning and —

he shakes his head, and thinks he oughta try something different.

“do… do you ever miss… home?”

you laugh, pillowing your head on your interlocked hands. and it’d be a lie for him to say that he hadn’t noticed the change in you (and the changes in himself), the way that your round, girlish cheeks had slimmed, the way his own childish jaw had hardened, had lengthened in the days and months and… had it really been years? since he’d known you?

“sometimes… the things i can remember of it, that is,” you say.

oikawa bites back a wince. because of course — of course, you’d still remember those wide, white banisters, and that beautiful rose-filled garden. of course you’d still remember the lace-trimmed curtains that had hung over your huge french windows. of course, he couldn’t expect you to forget your darling mother and your darling father and your darling, ever-so-darling life — the one that you’d left behind.

but… he’d be remiss to say that he hadn’t at least hoped.

“come with me,” you say, turning your smile at him, and he reacts too late. he knows he is helpless against it — your smile.

your smile, your smile — your smile.

the sunlight and moonlight and distilled-down starlight of it all.

he could get drunk on it — even if he’d never really know what that word had meant in the first place, he thinks — he knows. it must be something like this. something like the dizziness that fills him nearly to the brim, the weightlessness of the world, even when he’s sitting perfectly still.

“i — i can’t.” he looks down at his interlaced fingers.

“why not?”

“i’m — i’m a lost boy,” its a weak stab at his usual bravado. he knows, and yet…

you slate him a dubious glance.

“well… you found me, didn’t you?”

he gapes. he has no good answer. because you’re right — he had found you. but… hadn’t that been his job? to find you and then to lead you… but to lead you what? astray? he didn’t like to think of himself as someone who leads people astray but… isn’t that what lost-people are?

“you… i…” oikawa stutters, frowning as he tries to piece together his thoughts .

you sit up, stretching your fingers towards the endless stars of the milky way, cast about the sky like so many careless, thoughtless points of light.

“come with me. you’ll be alright… and if you ever wanted to come back here… you’ll be able to find it again.”

oikawa shakes his head, “no… neverland isn’t for those who have been found… it’s —”

you sigh, rolling your eyes, “only for the lost boys and girls and ones who never grow up… yes, yes, i know… but…” you chew on your lips and twist your fingers, “what if… what if i wanna grow up? but i wanna still be your friend too? what then?”

oikawa feels his breath catch in his chest, like a sailor on the first notes of a siren’s deadly song.

“t-then… i guess you have to choose…” but even he can tell that there’s no conviction there, that doubt has already seeped the cracks and crevices of his wandering heart.

you heave a deep sigh and knit your arms, “well, that seems like a raw deal to me!”

oikawa blinks, startled at the hardness to your voice. and then, he starts to laugh, a bright, orange peels and sunrise kind of sound, a light, owl-feathers and starlight kind of sound. he laughs and laughs, and eventually, all his lost boys are laughing with him, holding their bellies and rolling on the soft, tall, flamingo-grazed grasses.

“i-it’s not funny!” you insist, your cheeks burning as you watch them all, rolling around in laughter, great, sharp peels of it echoing towards and eternally lightening horizon.

“b-but it is! a-and you’re right!” oikawa finally wipes at his eyes, still grinning wide as he straightens up again, dusting his clothes of the stray bits of grass, “i think it’s time for me to take you home.”

he reaches out a hand and for the first time in forever, you hesitate.

how many times had you reached out to take his hand? how many times had he held you strong and fast — just like the first time he’d taught you how to fly.

“c’mon… trust me.”

you smile, and you take his hand.

later — much later — when walking the moonlit paths of your very own rose garden in your very own home, you’d wonder about the miraculous days you’d spent in neverland. about how surreal they seemed, even now, like the frames of a long-forgotten dream.

“darling, what are you thinking about?” oikawa smiles as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and loops his arms around your waist. his voice is sweet and light and husky as the dusk, settling over the far horizon.

“nothing… just… wondering…”

“about what?”

you let your head fall onto his shoulder, letting your gaze trail upwards towards the first of the flickering stars.

“about… the flamingos. and the mermaid lagoon.”

“oh, i’m sure they’re being well taken care of,” his voice is rich and full of laughter, even as he spins you round to brush his lips against yours, his eyes are the color of glowing amber, sharp and hard and everlasting, “i left very specific instructions to iwa, you know.”

you roll your eyes, “i know, but…”

“ah, ah — no but’s — except maybe this one —”

you squeak as his grin twists lascivious and his hands wander south.

“darling!” you collapse into oikawa’s chest, laughing as he swings you around, dipping you low to capture your lips, kissing you sweet, kissing you full, kissing you till your breath is nothing more than a hummingbird-yearning in the center of your chest.

“yes?”

you licks your lips, your cheeks warm, “do you… ever miss it?”

“what? neverland?”

you shrug, casting your eyes up towards the now star-strewn sky.

“i suppose sometimes… it’s hard not to, isn’t it? but…” he grins again, tugging you to him as he stars to hum and your steps fall in line with his, the pair of you swaying in the light of the shy, waning moon, beneath the silver-kissed hems of silken clouds.

“but… what?” you ask, pressing your cheek to his broad chest, counting the steady badump-badump of his very solid heart.

oikawa wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

“you found me… didn’t you?”

you smile; you nod; you keep on dancing in your moonlit garden.

“do you regret it?” you ask, after a long, long while.

oikawa scoffs, “do you?”

“do i what?” you look up.

“do you regret it? being found?”

you lick your lips as you consider his question.

“no,” you say, “not one bit… because i got to get lost with you.”

“then… there’s your answer,” he says, as he leans down to press his forehead against yours.

and far, far above you, the second star to the right flickers and winks and shines, acting as a guide for all those who are lost, and all those still in the process of being found — it shines and it shines, bright and bright and bright.

the second from the right, and straight on till morning light, right on to a promised ever — neverland.

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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Claudia has a pet dragon AU

cute ideas that @strayheartless and I chatted about <3

Claudia probably had a pet dragon at some point that still visits and bothers her for snacks

Dragon: *tail wagging, dancing around, breathing fire* Claudia: *shoves its nose away* go on, git, I ain't got nothin more for ya, you ate all my wolf liver!

Dragon: *rolls on its back asking for belly rubs*

Claudia: ugh, fine. *Delivers belly rubs* Go on, ya daft dragon, I'm taking Cloud to school!

The villagers: ...

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Claudia and her dragon had their babies around the same time, and babysat for each other.

Claudia and Dragon Mama exchange snacks occasionally; Claudia brings special parts of her kills that she and Cloud shouldn't eat, and Dragon Mama sometimes drops off whole carcasses.

Dragon: this deer ain't worth my time, but I killed it and Claudia might give me wolf liver if I drop by!

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Mama Dragon is named Asil, and Baby Dragon is named Knarf. Because backwards, that's Lisa Frank, and they look like Lisa Frank characters. And they're scratch-n-sniff.

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AGSZC visit Nibelheim and AGSZ are panicked when Cloud hears a dragon in the distance and runs off to confront it...only to discover Cloud GIGGLING and play-fighting it. They are more concerned about the giggling, as they've never heard it before.

They expected the Steve Irwin vibes from Zack, who has a pet sahagin in Gongaga, but Cloud was a surprise (he shouldn't have been, he's feral AF).

AGSZC: *walking to Nibelheim*

Dragon: ROAR

Angeal: We'd better steer clear, right Cloud? Cloud?! CLOUD!!!

Zack: Where did he even go?! That was so fast!

Sephiroth: Towards the dragon.

Genesis: Of fucking course.

AGSZ: *runs up just in time to see cloud, unarmed, jump on a dragon*

Cloud: KNARF YOU FUCKER I GOT YOU FIRST WAIT NO NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OFF

The dragons immediately like Zack because all animals immediately like Zack.

Angeal wins them over through snacks.

And they're obsessed with Genesis' sword and materia, and Sephiroth's hair.

They keep Sitting On Sephiroth and grooming his hair or staring at it, and they keep trying to steal Gen's stuff. You wouldn't think a puppy-lizard-cat is very sneaky when it's the size of a house, but clearly you would be wrong

Sephiroth: Please, Miss, I don't know how dragon saliva affects hair, and I can't afford for it to go spiky like Cloud's.

Asil: *still sitting on him and licking*

(turns out it's really really good for hair and makes it thick, shiny, and healthy...after you wash out the top layer of slime)

Knarf and Asil leave Genesis gifts when they steal from him. Sometimes it's worthless crap like a leaf or a rodent carcass; sometimes it's sparkling gems, rare materia, or their own scales, which are hard to come by. There is no pattern.

Genesis tries to bargain with them, bringing an assortment of Wall Market jewelry.

Genesis: Shall we trade? What will you give me for this diamond necklace?

Knarf: *holds up a leaf*

Genesis: How about this fake ruby bracelet?

Knarf: *5 rare materia*

Genesis: Ok, then you must give me something great for this fake ruby necklace, which only differs from the bracelet in that it is longer...

Knarf: *dead skunk plops on Genesis' head*

Talking about their childhoods:

Sephiroth: My sperm donor would order me to kill kittens.

Genesis: My parents didn't care, but my nanny would hit me with a ruler.

Zack: I'd be sent out into the backwoods to work off my energy and made friends with monsters!

Cloud: I'd go to air jail, where Asil would pick me up by my shirt and dangle me in the air.

Angeal: MY MOTHER SENT ME TO TIME OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR CHILDHOODS

Air jail:

I'd like to think that Sephy starts to have his breakdown, Claudia hears about it and the mysterious head in the reactor, and then sends the boys to help Seph while she and Asil take care of Jenova.

Asil both sits on Jenova and incinerates her, while Claudia shoots Jenova with her biggest shotgun.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #claudia strife

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squidthesquidd · 1 year

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OHOHOHOHO YES YOU ARE ENABLING ME I NEED TO INFO DUMP!!!

first of all, yes they are small. not only was the gem that was supposed to form split in two, they were also in the ground for a veeerrrrrryyy long time. theyre overcooked like amethyst! which made them even smaller!

but you see, normally onyx’s are HUGE! roughly eleven feet tall :D if onyx’s were normal sized, ingo and emmet would have come out at barely two feet tall, but luckily theyre a bit taller at 4’6”

being compressed in the ground for so long also made them both extremely durable! onyx’s represent strength and protection, so not not only are the twins verrrrry difficult to poof, they can withstand extreme temperatures like garnet :D

Also, since we never see an onyx in steven universe, i like to think they were actually discontinued! with the dwindling natural materials it just wasn't beneficial to make these giant eleven foot gems that just stood guard at warp pads. so Emmet and Inggo emerged verrrry late like, extremely late. im thinking this au takes place around the time peridot becomes a little friend creature, so the timeline is:

gemwar: onyx discontinued, emmet and ingo forming

after gem war: 5,000 or so years later, emmet and ingo emerge. very small

before the series and while it's going: Emmet and ingo are discovered and made to be entertainment for important gem higher ups. i'm thinking this goes on for a few hundred years

bit after peri is part of the crystal gems: emmet and ingo escape to earth and meet the gems!

now, emmet and ingo don't have their signature big coats on homeworld, and instead wear something similar to pearls. bodysuit with a lil frilly thing :p cus just like pearls, they were basically just supposed to be decorations

Emmet and Ingo, early on in their life as toys, managed to steal a device they could use to get information. haha lmao gem internet

anyway, whenever they were able, they would research things using this device, and formed a particular interest in earth. they read about the crystal gems and life on earth and- get ready

TRAINS

upon discovering the existence of trains, on earth and other alien societies, they were obsessed. they would talk about them as often as they could, and accidentally incorporated train talk into their everyday vocabulary, which the gems around them thought was verry strange

eventually, the reason emmet and ingo decide to escape, is big sad :(. so basically, the twins were given to a gem who led a platoon of soldiers, and threw emmet and ingo into their room and told them they could do whatever they wanted with them. so, the soldiers decide to just fuck the boys up. reallly beat the shit outta them, and they actually manage to poof ingo, something that had never happened before. then they start shouting about trying to shatter ingo, and this obviously freaked the hell out of emmet. so Emmet grabs ingos gem, and because he’s just small as hell compared to all the other gems in the room, manages to slip through them and escape.

now he's on the run, and just trying to hide long enough for ingo to reform. when ingo eventually does, they decide their life on homeworld is definitely over so they either have the choice of being shattered, or stealing a ship and escaping. they of course decide that stealing a ship would be better :] they know the layout of the area pretty well, so they are able to get to where ships are stored pretty easily, the only problem is actually flying them, buuuuut because of the device they stole, they had basic knowledge of how to operate it. they were being attacked the whole time, but did manage to successfully fly off of homeworld!!!!

It takes a while, but they manage to make it to earth. they’re researching humans a bunch and decide to choose human names for themselves! because humans are just so cool! so thats where their names come from :D

around this time is a bit after peridots famous “calling yellow diamond a clod” moment, so when the gems see a homeworld ship entering the atmosphere, they immediately assume the worst. they attack it, and the ship crashes somewhere in the forest. In the crash, Emmets gem is cracked. no good. very bad :(

when the gems find the crash, and they see emmet and ingo inside, they immediately realize “these arent dangerous gems, these are just little guys. we just attacked a couple of little guys and now theyre crying. oh no :(“ cus they r just little guys!!! emmets gem is cracked and hes scared and ingo is holding him and crying his freaking eyes out cus his twin is hurt :((( and steven tries to get closer to heal emmet and ingo hisses at him like a damn little creature,, and steven has to explain that they didnt mean to hurt them and they just want help, and ingo is still suspicious, but he lets steven slap his spit on emmet

also i just realized i am just writing a fanfic here so i'm gonna stop before i write any more lmao (and ive just decided to write a whole actual fanfic about this so prepare urselves)

last thing im gonna talk about is their weapons cus i like what i came up with :]

I couldn't find a name for the weapon name, but it’s basically a giant deerhorn knife,,, like a batleth? yeah its like a reverse batleth :D so ingo and emmet each have a batleth, and when they fuse, their weapon becomes Giant frisbee saw of death

and thats what ive come up with so far! :D feel free to ask questions or suggest things for this au!!!!! pls!!! i read all ur tags!!!!

#submas #susubmas #gem au #steven universe au #pokemon #pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #emmet #ingo #kudari #nobori #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway master emmet #subway master ingo #gem emmet #gem ingo #onyx

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ivadoesstuff · 9 months

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AND LAURENZSIDE ENTERS THE GEMCYT AU

I know shes not really a MCYT but I love her too much to not draw her

So shes a defective amethyst, coming out overcooked, thinking she was the only gem on Earth

for years she spent her time observing humans, she was so fascinated by them, why they didnt have a gem anywhere to be seen! And the titles they used were so odd, like whats a Barbara? A human apperantly!

she mimicked everything they did, but when finding out about her existence they were..less then pleased..

by the 7th time she was poofed she was chased into the woods, deciding to go into hiding. Yet that didnt stop her from observing.

Overtime she found herself observing a human who called himself Bobby, she was mesmerised by him..when he saw her...he didnt run away..

He didnt..think she was weird..

Of course they could never talk, who knows what the humans would do if they found out she was still there, but for the first time..she didnt feel alone, but..wanted!

One of the things she still does is borrow this thing called bread from humans, liking it so much she decided to design her sword after it because THERES NO ONE HERE TO STOP ME

Gemcyt AU by the one and only @chrisrin :]

#gemcyt #laurenzside #Laurenzside fanart #Bread queen #steven universe #this is a tag #SHES SO SILLY

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dreadfutures · 2 months

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Hello! :3

you reblogged the prompt list from budding romances, so if you accept any, what about, for Ixchel with whomever you'd like:

i like it when you held onto me. that was nice.

(ignore it if it was just a reblog, of course!)

Thank you!!!

Sebastian x Ixchel from my One Wild And Precious Life AU, after Corypheus, after Solas deals with the Evanuris and falls into uthenera.

Takes place after their escapade in a hollow tree trunk

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They have picked out the leaves from their hair and sheepishly turned in their grass-stained breeches to the laundress, and the Tantervale delegation is none the wiser for their antics. Prince Sebastian remains the pious, devoted lord in their eyes; of course, they had searched for him all day, but--had they not thought to search for him in the chapel? He was there praying all afternoon, they should have sent for him! Of course, Ixchel is delighted to know the truth. As she sits in a chaise across from him now, by a hearty fire, she smiles to think of his boyish antics.

There are threads of silver in his hair, and creases at the corners of his eyes and mouth from years of hearty laughter. His children find him to be a good companion still, and so does she, now that they have been put to bed. He seems weary and regal and almost austere, lounging in simple clothes as they enjoy each other's company--to all appearances, he is a proper lord.

She turns her face into her hand to stifle a smile.

"I'd spare a gem to share in your joy, my lady," Sebastian says, propping his cheek on his fist. His eyes gleam at her, as does a hint of a smile. "What has you laughing?"

"You," she says. "Us. This afternoon." Her previous effort to hide the smile has utterly failed, so she turns it wide upon him. "It's good to remember we can run from our duties every now and then."

Sebastian gives a sage nod, his expression fixing itself into a businesslike mask. "Yes indeed. I'm happy to provide the reminder, Lady Inquisitor, anytime you forget."

She laughs at that. Laughter always comes more easily to her when in his presence--and for that alone, she longs to stay by his side. She reins in that almost desperate feeling, however, berating herself for a thousand reasons. It is too soon, and she does not fully know what she wants, and she cannot leave behind this feeling of guilt for finding joy as a widow whose bondmate really wasn't dead in the traditional sense, and --

"Something has chased away your mirth," Sebastian notes in a low voice and so draws her from her reverie. He does not seem to be scolding her, and neither is he inquiring, really, as to the reason for her clouded features. He observed, and then he left it outstretched for her to ignore or address as she pleased.

Her heart aches, pounding in her chest at the kindness of it. The space he affords her to be seen, but without expectation or violation, is something she receives infrequently these days.

The problem is...she doesn't know what exactly to do with it, since she neither knows what she wants nor what she doesn't.

Ixchel collapses a little against her arm, and the arm of the chaise, and lays her brow against her shoulder to hide her face from view.

She considers what it would mean to be honest with him. About what she feels, even though it is a confusing mess. The tangles are all around him, anyway, and it feels right to let him see what trouble he's brewed up for her. Pleasant trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

"As I said this afternoon," Sebastian murmurs, "you may tell me if I am moving too fast."

Ixchel's breath hitches. "It's not you, it's --"

"Please don't say that!" He laughs as he speaks, gently. "Varric will make fun of both of us for being a stereotype."

She wants to laugh, but pain lances through her chest. "Varric is already making fun of me for everything," she admits. "I don't know if it's too fast, Your Majesty. I... It's a lot at once, but I would suffer if you were anything less than wholly earnest with me. It's an honor to receive your affections, and... I don't dislike it. But Varric says I'm terrified of being happy, and he's right."

Her voice has grown thick with an emotion that surprises her for its potency, and she's glad she has hidden her face away.

"Happy is more than I think either of us are entirely capable of," Sebastian says soberly, and the raw edge to his words comforts her in the worst way. She is not the only one who has suffered a loss. Though Sebastian's is somewhat more permanent.

"I try not to strive for something with so much heft," he continues. "I find it helps just to pursue whatever lightens the burdens for the day. Your company accomplishes that, effortlessly, if I may be so honest."

"Ma serranas," Ixchel whispers, overcome.

Sebastian is content to let her sit with his admission, and the silence that follows her thanks. It really is her company that lightens his day; she has felt it, and she feels it now even in the midst of this shared, heavy moment. He needs nothing more than that, and does not ask.

"It really is heavy," she says as, with great effort, she raises her head again. "But... I feel the same. I do."

He returns her shy smile.

"There is something I ask the wee ones before I put them to sleep," he says. "I find it's helped me as much as them, if not more. 'What's one thing you liked about today?' There's always one thing. Some days there's more, but there's always one thing--and that's one reason to try again the next day."

Ixchel nods with a wry edge to her smile. "Ah, yes. I call it evidence. I need evidence to make myself believe things can still be good, or better, even if it feels like nothing is going right. It's the only way I can keep up hope."

Sebastian nods and shifts in his seat, cutting his eyes at her with a look of appraisal. "Exactly," he says. "So what's one thing you liked today, and what are your hopes, Lady Lavellan?"

Ixchel's throat works around the words a bit before she can form them on her tongue, and her face is growing red even before she speaks them. But speak them she does, meeting his gaze with no small amount of trepidation.

"Well... I liked it when you held onto me. That was nice," she says. "And... And I hope it happens again."

If her words impact him, it's difficult to tell, but maybe he goes a little stiff--perhaps restraining himself from a different reaction. His gaze sears her flushed cheeks even further with its intensity, and it takes him a moment to even remember to breathe, it seems. When he can speak again, he sounds winded, rushing like a schoolboy.

"I'd grant that wish now, if that's agreeable to you."

Neither of them move.

Ixchel swallows.

She nods.

"Come here, Ixchel."

Sebastian raises an arm to give room at his side, and she finds herself standing and floating over the short distance between them as if compelled by gravity itself.

His warmth and scent washes over her, cedar and smoke. He settles the pelt across their laps and lays his arm across her shoulders with utmost deliberate care. It is up to her to lean in to his chest, to take the prerogative and lay her head upon his shoulder--and she bravely does.

She is shivering as she closes her eyes and breathes the moment in.

His heart pounds beneath her hand.

"I like this, too," he says softly against her brow.

She turns her face up to him, her eyes still closed in either fear or acceptance.

But when he kisses her, the only thing she feels is peace.

#long post #one wild and precious life

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caramelstarlight · 10 months

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Operation: Heartbroken Fixed

(Characters: Yae Miko,Nilou,Yoimiya,Collei, Y/N and Tighnari.)

POV: You asked me how much I slept after grinding for the past week. Big fan of Monolitha <33 Credit to her on YT!

(I stayed up till 4am on Saturday-) (Female Reader)

I cannot repost her work. So here’s the link so you can go watch >>> Truth Or Dare

(Decided to use this as Angst, and low self esteem with comfort. modern Au. Tighnari is a forest watcher and runs a flower shop w/ collei. Reader is female with them being an influencer / streamer / idol. (Basically part of a music group and streams games on twitch or YouTube.) (Angst,Fluff / Comfort. Angst >> Comfort or Angst >> Fluff however you want to see it.) (Reader suffered from a break up and they were toxic.) :d I have an idea for a Tighnari x Reader. Fluff ofc. 🥰

You stared at your phone. Staring at the messages of your ex, who broke up with you a week ago. Everyone noticed your performance was lacking and your slight eye-bags. Your fans were worried with the rest of your group of Yae,Yoimiya and Nilou. (Feel free to choose another girl for a member.)

As the lead singer/dancer people looked up to you the most. (Yae is 2nd singer, Nilou is 2nd dancer and yoimiya on instruments the most) Leaving his hurtful comments you went to the groups socials.Seeing many worried comments on posts from the group led to a stain. Along with a few breaks a month it was hard to keep up both of your personal and idol life.

You putted makeup on your face to hide how tired you were. The whole group requested a week off and they agreed. You were all going to meet at a cafe nearby. It was time to meet-up. As you briefly looked at yourself in the mirror checking for any obvious signs of be ing sleep-deprived. You looked alright you had thought as you stepped out and covered yourself. Trying to not be spotted by any fans and have a whole rampage like the lion king.

You turned the corner and made it to the cafe. Your friends in their usual attire with less fans than you had expected. You quickly came in and took off your jacket.

The others welcomed you kindly as they took a picture. Talking to each other and making sure they were all okay. As you stayed silent all of their attention darted to you. “So Y/N, little bird how is life hmm?” “Oh Oh! Would some dango cheer you up?” “I believe Y/N is like a gem. Beauty all around and perfect in many peoples eyes.” They all said as the orders came. Giving you a few unexpected presents as you enjoyed the outing

“Hey Y/N would you like to dance later on? I think that could cheer you up!” “Maybe she wants to look at some novels instead.” “Heyy! We can go check out the kids and play with them!” They all piped in and chatted trying to find an activity that you’d have a positive reaction too. You smiled gently trying to sniffle a laugh as they all looked at you with confusion.

“Pfft-“ you’d hold the laugh as long as you could explaining why afterwards. “Having time with you guys is enough. This is enough for me.” You’d say as they all heard you. Doing a brief group hug. Earning a few ‘awwh!’ From them.

After the time was over you left heading towards your favorite shop. Not to mention another one of your best friends worked there and you thought to stop by. You were already close so why not?

Hearing the bells chime as a young woman turned her head to meet you. Collei hugged you tightly as you gave her headpats. You were one of her favorite people and brightened her world during dark times. You were always in awe to see how much she has grown since Mondstadt.

She let go as she steps back, back to her usual shy self with a slight blush of embarrassment. “Collei! I didn’t know you missed me that much.” You’d tell her. “Of course I would! You were so kind and caring to me. Look! Cuilien-Anbar is in better shape now!” She’d say proudly as she gave it to you to hold. You marveled at the craft she was taught by Lisa. “Ohh collei! They look so much better now! You’re doing so well.” You’d compliment the teenager.

“Collei what’s the matter? Who’s keeping you away from your duty’s?” Someone chimes in with a voice you knew all too well. His ears popped into the room as he looked at you and collei. Giving you a wave with you mimicking him. “Ah sorry Master Tighnari! Y/N came into today.” Collei stated taking cuilien-anbar back into her arms. “Yes I can see that.” He’d say putting some pots of flowers down near the display. “What’d you come in here for Y/N?” He’d ask figuring you would say something to see collei and him or just take a flower. Which is what you did say.

“I came to see you and collei of course. I also wanted to get a few flowers.” You’d admit to him. Watching collei move away to go continue her duties. “What are you searching for?” He’d ask. “Hmm… I’m feeling bold and lucky today after my fortune draw said great fortune. Surprise me.” You’d say earning a laugh from the hybrid.

“Would you like to know Flower language or actual surprise?” He’d ask wondering if you wanted to know what the flower meant or just a random assortment. His ears twitched to show he was listening. (Not like he had a choice… he hears everything. Literally.)

“I don’t mind learning what the flower means.” You’d state as he came closer to the counter. Placing a flower on it. “Alright then. Is this your way of having fun?” “I mean it could be. Just one thing. I want at least one Pink,Red and Blue flower. It’s actually a gift for my group.” You’d tell him as he nodded going to find flowers. (Looking up a flower that means ily or should I just do meadowsweet?? Like that one wattpad one…) (Ehh ig meadowsweet-)

“I figured out these flowers would look nice in this assortment.” He’d say as he gave them to you in a beautiful bouquet.

“Thank you Tighnari.” You’d reply as he placed one above your ear. Catching you off guard. “Huh-?” You’d say as you felt his hand brush against your ear(Right). He’d look at you with a gentle smile and a slight blush that you mimicked.“If you know the flower meaning, just know that’s what I want to tell you.”

You thought about what the flower he placed above your ear. Seeing he had a few in his hand that wasn’t caressing your cheek. (A meadowsweet…?) You realized what it meant a little bit after your blush becoming more noticeable.

“Y-you love me?” You’d say as he nodded his ears lowered. “Yes I do.” Tighnari stated as his tail wagged with hopeful eyes. But by your current expression it seemed you had the same feeling.

“I love you too…” You’d say shy at the confession. He came up towards you and went in for a hug. Not bothering to control his tail wagging behind him. He snuggled into the hug as you touched his ears. “Be careful it’s sensitive.” He’d say as he leaned his head closer.

Your thoughts lingered on your previous boyfriend. Would it travel quickly that you had a new boyfriend and would people think you’re not a good person..? Would they bombard his social media with questions about you? You shook your head as you heard him purr. He looked at you in concern.

“Just thoughts about what social media might think…” you’d reply already knowing if he was going to ask if you were alright. “We can just let those we’re close to know or keep it private.” He’d suggest as he caressed your cheek with his palm. “I think it’s good. But how long can we keep it that way…?”

“don’t mind that for now. What’s more important is your health than your social status.” He’d say as he gave you kisses. Not noticing collei saw as she left quietly. Not wanting to disturb you both. Going back elsewhere.

“Ah Y/N you do know about fennec foxes mating habits right-?” He’d ask out of the blue catching you off guard again. “Not really just that they oh.” You stopped yourself as realization hit. “I can’t back out if I ever wanted to. Not like I would.” You’d say as he kissed you again.

“I would hope you would never consider it.” Tighnari replied. “Heyy Nari, would you ever give me a nickname?” “Yes you already do have one.” “What is it? I never heard you say anything beside my name.” “Lotus. No problems with it right?” “None at all Nari.”

Unknowingly your friends came by as they all squealed against the glass. Happy that Tighnari was the one for you. They all knew you had a crush on him before you started dating your ex. (You were scared of rejection and knew him in early childhood.) They took a few pictures before sneaking off nearby.

“To be honest Nari, I loved you since our early childhood but I was too scared of being rejected.” You would reply remembering how big his ears and tail were compared to his younger body. “I always felt the same Y/N / my lotus.”

The rest of the group squealed in their texts as Yoimiya texted the operation was a success. Operation: Heartbroken Fixed. They knew you would come by often to where Tighnari worked and they may or may not have given him a few tips.

”I’ll always love you. Forever and always.” You’d tell him. “And I’ll do the same.” He’d say as he looked at you with love. “I wonder how our kids would look like…” You would tell him as it was now his turn to be caught off guard.

“You’re already thinking of kids?!” “Not yet of course!” Your state as he stayed silent waiting for you to complete what you would say. “Would you think they’d be like you but just with my features… like your ears and tail but they have my hair and eyes?”

“That does sound interesting…” he’d say not willing to go further with the current discussion. “Anyways, here’s a few passes for you and collei to see me Backstage or during meet and greets early.” You handed them over as he put them into his pocket. “Thanks, I’ll give some to collei later on.”

(I had no idea what to do at the end but I love it)

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unusual-raccoon · 1 year

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Because it’s Mother’s Day, I’m using this holiday as an excuse to gift you a prompt 🌚 So stay with me…but what about a modern switched at birth jaceluke au?

Jace always imagined he’d be a fantastic older brother, he read stories about the legendary sibling relationships in his family’s history, but somehow he’s never clicked with his younger brother Vaegon. He thought it so strange considering Jace’s first memory ever was holding his brother in his arms and thinking everything right with the world. But it would seem their relationship would not blossom further than that moment. At first he thought the problem was with him but Joffrey’s birth erased those insecurities. It was cruel to think the fault of a nonexistent relationship rested solely with Vaegon, but Jace accepted that. And besides, it seemed that Vaegon preferred it that way, never having an interest in their younger brothers or Daemon’s daughters. But it would seem that everything would change when his younger brother was assigned a school project pertaining to DNA history.

In another part of the world, Luke always felt that something was missing from his life. His family was nice, but they were just that. He always burned too brightly for them, felt too deeply. Luke was like a different species next to their normality. He was haunted by the feeling that the space beside him should be occupied. Again, everything would change when hospital staff and lawyers started calling the house.

If you are up to it, maybe write the first JaceLuke interaction when Luke meets the fam?? Or maybe some sexxy angst once they actually get to know each other? Also, In this au Rhaenyra took one look at the switched baby and decided Lucerys was too pretty, so I chose to use the name of the lamest Targ in history (other than Aemond oc). Luke lucked out namewise in this one, but once the truth comes out he can’t help but start to use Lucerys. This au is so tasty because can you imagine both of them not trying to go feral and scare the other off? Jace not knowing how Luke will react to the history of their family while Luke doesn’t know the family secret and feels like a freak because his attraction? Also bc I can’t help myself: Corlys never made Vaegon heir cuz he’s a total loser; besides he’s been too busy to choose one ever since he’s been teaching a certain new intern the ropes. Even if you can’t write anything for this, you’re a gem 🌚

My darling 🌚 anon, you have no clue how with you I am. I’m so sorry for not being able to address all of your amazing asks with the consideration they deserve, my masters thesis is kicking my ass right now.

A treat for you, and for me (ficlet under the cut):

It had started with an assignment, a history project. It had seemed an innocent enough task. Typing the name Targaryen into one any run of the mill search engine would lead to results in the millions, chock full of tabloid articles and nonsense all bound up in the family name. If Vaegon really wanted to pull out the stops, he’d submit a sample to one of those ancestry sites, BOOM, goldmine.

Of course, Vaegon hadn’t seemed particularly thrilled by the prospect. Admittedly, Jace was a little more excited by the prospect of seeing their family’s historical tree span back generations.

So, when his brother waved the notion aside, claiming he’d just ask their mother for anything important enough to warrant including in his report, as if the whole of Targaryen history wasn’t worth it. Jace took matters into his own hands.

It had changed with results…and a little fork in their family tree. A pruned branch, as it were. In the place where Vaegon belonged, beside Jace, was something else. Someone else.

Name: Luke R.

Suggested relationship: full siblings

Known Relationship: Brother

Ancestral Surnames: Targaryen, Velaryon (Freehold, Valyria)

And there it was…his missing piece.

Jace stared at the website’s message function, at it’s washed out green interface. This was insane.

His cursor blinked in the empty text box. Mocking.

There was no photo attached to the profile. It could be a fluke. It could be nothing.

Jace pressed his thumb to the name on his phone screen, watched as his brother’s name was automatically highlighted. Copied it, and pasted it into Google. He scrolled mindlessly, possessed for what felt like hours.

Stumbled on a dating profile on a hookup app that Bells had downloaded for him. His mouth was dry.

The profile wasn’t under the name Luke, but Lucy.

He tapped on a profile picture, saw delicate features, dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. He’d seen enough photos of his mom when she was younger to know the young man in the phots was her carbon copy.

Fuck.

His thumb slipped without meaning to. He liked the profile. Jace hissed, flooded with horror, mortification, panic-

It’s a Match!

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Luke, or Lucy, rather messaged first.

L: Heyy

Jace stared at the message and felt longing pull in his gut, worse than anything he’d ever known.

His reply is quick, hungry for more. His brain wired on a feedback loop at the chime of a notification.

J: Hi

The reply is quick.

L: chatty huh

J: sorry, lol. Wasn’t expecting to match w you.

L: really? Why’s that

J: you’re hot

L: LOL that’s pretty forward. And unless ur using someone else’s photo in ur profile pic, so are you.

His cock twitched.

J: just stating facts. And Thx lol.

J: are the tats in your gallery yours?

L: yea. r the abs in your gallery yours?

J: yeah.

L: 🥵

J: you’re funny.

L: and ur strangely humble for a guy that’s as good looking as ur pictures make you seem.

J: that a bad thing?

L: no, just trying to figure out where you came from lol

J: same place as you probably

L: I doubt it, lol.

J: I could be

L: ??

J: in the same place as you

J : if you wanted that

Jace wanted that, he wanted this his entire life.

L: oh yea? What would we do in the same place together?

J: whatever you want, Lucy

L: what if I wanted to do boring stuff? Like talk about history or sumthing?

J: joke’s on you, I love history. Kinda into the idea of you talking about history.

L: yea?

J: yeah

L: Hot and ur into history, def made in a lab.

J: LOL. Maybe I was made for you?

Maybe we were made for each other, he thinks. He thinks back to the results of his test - full siblings. Jace had always felt like oil and water with Vaegon, like they’d been cut from a different cloth.

Lucy had gone silent for a few minutes. Jace felt panic dig it’s roots into him. Desperate for a scrap of attention, affection, anything.

The chime of the next message hits like a narcotic.

L: I can multitask btw. We could talk about History AND do other stuff.

Jace’s hands are shaking as he replies.

J: anything in particular?

L: yea, in about six diff positions.

Jace ducked his head with a smile, cheeks throbbing with a blush.

J: is that so? Well, please educate me.

A stock photo of two men at a cafe rolled in, coffee cups that looked suspiciously empty situated before each of them. Jace couldn’t quite hide his smitten giggle.

L: it’s not the Kama sutra but I think we could pull it off

J: I might need to stretch first, but yeah, I’m down.

L: 🥰

J: lick a spot and we can try it for ourselves

J: *pick

L: didn’t mind the 1st one, LOL

L: but, yea, I’d like that.

He masturbates like a madman that night, frantic to the sight of tattooed, lily-white thighs in Lucy’s gallery. Imagines those pretty legs locked around his waist.

His guilt the following day isn’t enough to quash the quick flush of excitement that surges to his fingers (and cock) at the unique chime of a message on the app.

L: morning 😊

J: Good morning

L: it’s definitely better now

J: ☺️

J: rough night?

L: I had a dream about u…

J: I think I like where this is going

L: it was pretty morbid actually 😓. There was a fire, I don’t remember much, but I remember that. And u were there.

L: not like in the house btw. U were just there, next to me.

Jace sucked in a sharp breath. Harrenhal…Harwin’s lake house had burned down when they were young. Blood frothed hot in his veins.

L: … i’m sorry that was like the most unsexy dream to have abt a hot guy 😩.

L: omg wait I didn’t mean to make a pun 😨

L: …Jace?

J: do I have to burn something to be next to you now?

L: OMG, no!

L: I mean, did you still wanna be next to me after I had some weird ass dream with u in it?

J: YES

L: I’m free this weekend. Saturday. There’s a coffee shop near by, I’ve never been to it. No burning required.

J: it’ll be a first time for both of us then.

L: 🫣

L: it’s insane how bad I wanna kiss you

J: 😚😚

Fifteen minutes later, he’s sent an address.

They exchange flirty messages throughout the week leading up to the day they’re supposed to meet.

He gets to the coffee shop early. It’s cozy, warm, the air is fragrant. There’s a gentle buzz of conversation and hiss of coffee machines and milk frothers.

His phone pings and he nearly spills piping hot decaf all over his hand.

L: are u here yet?

J: yeah

L: lift up ur shirt so I know it’s u

J: lol! Sitting by the bookshelf

His heart stops when he sees him round the corner, like something out of a dream. Lily-white legs in microscopic cut-off shorts. Delicate fingers with chipped polish wrapped around a phone.

His eyes are dark, darker in person. Brown with a touch of amethyst. His eyes are Jace’s eyes. His heart is pounding fast.

“Lucy?” Jace calls, voice shaking. A timid smile parts on pink lips as he draws nearer. He’s stood before the intimate little corner booth Jace had picked out.

He’s tiny.

“Luke,” he corrects, “Lucy is…an online thing. Most people call me Luke.”

“Luke,” Jace repeats, and there it was. Easier than breathing. His missing piece.

#answered asks #🌚 anon #my writing #ficlet #jaceluke #jaceluke agenda

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princess-hope-selfships · 2 months

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I have a few selfship children, like, kids I had with an f/o but they've been mostly in my head and I think I'm going to make a post about them to give them concrete identities, this is gonna be long and mostly for my reference pfft

My Kids with Elliott

Primrose and Salvador!!! Primrose is the eldest. In my head she's about 8, and Salvador is maybe 3 or 4.

Primrose is a rambunctious little child, loves to play pretend, very imaginative and curious!

She LOVES the animals on the farm, tries to spend time with them, sometimes even ends up bothering them lmao she will sometimes get in trouble for stressing them out by trying to play with them I think

Takes a leader role when she's playing with Salvador

Salvador is also super rambunctious, often gets into places he shouldn't 'cause he's just so damn small and fast lmao

Salvador eagerly follows Primrose everywhere, he thinks she's so cool and wants to be just like her.

Sometimes Primrose gets him in trouble or tries to frame him for things she did, the crafty lil kid

Salvador is scared of most of the animals 😂 He LOVES the cat though, and he's the only one the cat tolerates bothering her like that, to the point of cuddling up with Salvador on her own accord

They are loved by everyone in town!!!! Because I yearn for idyllic small town life. Primrose especially likes Haley and Emily, she likes Haley's fashion sense and loves when she does makeup on her. She really likes Emily's energy and the weird stuff she does. Salvador really likes Gus, always wants to get dinner at the Saloon. Gus loves Salvador's appetite and willingness to try new foods, and always gives him free snacks. Salvador also really likes Shane for some reason??? I think he thinks Shane's standoffishness means that he's shy so he wants to make him feel included lmao

My Kids with Sidon

Thresher and Frill our beloved little zora babies 🥺

They exist in the AU where I become a Zora via a Zora mask like in Maj/ora's Ma/sk, blah blah blah

Thresher and Frill hatched together on the same day only minutes apart. Thresher hatched first.

Thresher is a wild child, very loud and excitable like his father

Frill is a shy kid, a little soft-spoken and very clingy to her parents

Thresher is super protective of Frill but also wants her to come with him on his little adventures!

Though I do think Thresher sometimes gets in trouble for picking on his sister. He can be a little shit sometimes, I think lol he takes things away from her so he can look at it or play with it, and plays keepaway

But if anyone else does that stuff to her he gets really upset and might even get into fights with them

Thresher is also super protective of me, I think, even from Sidon sometimes when Sidon and I are roughhousing or he's picking on me for being short or something pffft Thresher run in like I'LL SAVE YOU MAMA

Thresher thinks his dad is SO COOL and he's right but yeah FDSFH SUPER IDOLIZES HIS DAD !!!

Thresher looks up to Dorephan too, and loves to hear his stories about his feats as the previous king. He loves to hear about Zora history. He probably asks Sidon to recount his own experiences as a bedtime story.

Frill is so creative and so smart, she loves to make her own little pieces of jewelry and she loves gemstones. She collects rocks that she finds, whether or not they're gems, she just has a rock collection and she loves to talk about her rocks and what she named them and makes up stories about them. Of course, we all listen super intently.

Possible Kid with Demyx???

I've had a thought about having a child with Demyx ahfkdjsh he means so much to me and I can kind of imagine us having a kid eventually...

I remember having a fankid designed when I was in high school and selfshipped with Demyx lmao and his name was August, inspired by the film Aug/ust R/ush... idk if I would do that again but I'm considering it..?

They would be such an imaginative little child... with two artists for parents, I think they are just downright wacky and creative and fun and we just absolutely love them and we encourage that creativity so much.

They eagerly learn music and how to play instruments with Demyx!!! Maybe even write him songs and get super excited to play them for him!!

They are genderfluid like their dad!!!

THEY LOVE SORA SOOOOO MUCHHHH I think Sora would be such a wonderful big brother figure to them!!!

#hope be like [blogs loudly]#self ship kids #tagging so I can find this post later

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Hello 🌻

I'm the anon who requested chapter 2 of the vision au and I just wanted to say I just read it and it was awesome.

Very suspenseful, would have never expected to see the tweels trapped with Yuu, it was GREAT.

Thanks for the chapter!

Very excited to see more, but of course at your own rhythm, I imagine you have a lot of requests right now so no pressure.

Take care (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Hi sunflower anon! Sorry for the delay but I finally have part three for your consumption. It’s a little short but it has a lot of development

We interrupt this Program to bring Very Special News

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rook Hunt (briefly), Kaylus (oc)

Cw// manipulation, physical intimidation, swearing, kidnapping, distress, implied dissociation

The Dorm Leaders convene in the conference room, all looking grave and pale.

“What do you mean you can’t find him?” asks Leona in a biting tone, “He’s in your dorm, isn’t he? You’ve gotta know where he is.”

“Even if we did…” Azul cut in evenly, eyes darting to everyone at the table, “He isn’t above taking hostages. Taking Ortho and the twins was clearly a threat.”

Riddle tapped his finger against his pen, eyeing the magestone with a solemn face. “That is true, Heartslabyul knows just how difficult it is to run without Trey at the moment.”

“And Scarabia is missing both housewarden and Vice housewarden.” Malleus said calmly. Everyone turned to look at him, not quite surprised but a little shocked he said anything. “I fear an uncareful step may cause more disappearances.”

“Exactly.” Azul concurred, nodding in appreciation at Malleus, “We need calculated plans, not blind rushing. It seems everyone is unharmed, if…different.”

“Different is an understatement.” Vil muttered, “your vice housewarden is a child. Ortho is human. The ramshackle prefect is a docile house spouse. Clearly, whatever this guy is pulling is insane levels of magic. I fear how long we have before he might overblot…”

The room went silent. Azul silently looked at everyone’s expressions, only to find near everyone else doing the same.

“So what do we do?” Leona asked, voice calm, “we can’t sit around, but we can’t make a move until we know what’s going on?”

“Precisely.” Riddle said, leaning back in his chair, “We can’t risk anyone else getting abducted, but we certainly-“

“Guys!” Idia cut in frantically, pulling up an image as a hologram, “You guys really need to see this.”

The image, enlarged, was a picture from the last episode. Neatly hidden in Trey’s back pocket was a smartphone, which at first glance looked normal.

Except for the fact that a) this was an episode set in the 60s, and b) the smartphone had a case with a gem embedded in it.

A bright red gem with a golden encasement, half clouded with something black.

The dorm leaders stared. How could Kaylus be so careless as to leave not only a phone, but a magestone in the hands of one of his captives?

Riddle realized first, face going paler than white. “Does anyone know what Kaylus’s signature spell is?”

Everyone turned to look at him. Nobody said a word, until Azul murmured, “I don’t think anyone had him on their radar prior to this incident, but I did hear that whatever his spell was, it was taboo magic.”

Riddle nodded, gulping down his fear. “I-I….I suspect I know what it is.”

At that very moment, like he had heard every word, the devil himself strolled into the room, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“I heard you were looking for me?” Kaylus asked easily, leaning over Riddle, hands pressed on his shoulders to keep him sitting. “All this fuss over a little daytime tv show? Surely there’s something more important to discuss, hmm?”

Riddle grit his teeth, wanting to squirm from Kaylus’s grip but finding himself sitting completely still. All he could see of him was his hands, clamped down on him. On each wrist and finger were embedded jewels, swirling with just a bit of blot. More magestones, a ton of them.

“Though I wish I could stay and chat more, there’s really something I need to talk to Riddle about.” Kaylus said, sadism slipping into his voice with nary a mask of politeness in sight. “Don’t you want to talk, Riddle?”

“Wait, No-!”

In a flash, Kaylus and Riddle had disappeared, and so had whatever revelation Riddle had prior to him showing up.

“Fuck!” Leona yelled, rising to his feet and running to the spot they had just been, “Shit, fuckity fuck fuck.”

“Ditto.” Idia said, looking more exhausted by the minute, but not entirely surprised, “Shit.”

“Okay, maybe we don’t need to swear so much.” Vil butt in, dragging a hand down his face, “But also, yes, shit fuckity fuck fuck.”

“He took Rosehearts.” Malleus said unhelpfully, eyes wide as he stared at the spot he had just been. “Vil, perhaps you could contact your…hunter friend? He may be able to locate Rosehearts.”

“He took him right in front of us. How did he even know?”

Idia stared at the group of frustrated housewardens, and the pale, numb face of the surviving member of Octavinelle. “Azul?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

Azul hummed in response, a lower tone that belayed nothing.

All attention was fixed on the merman, now.

“C’mon, you’re a smart guy. You gotta use that big brain power to come up with a scheme to fix this.” Idia encouraged, leaning in to try and catch his eye.

Azul simply stared directly at the table, muttering to himself something nobody could understand.

Leona huffed, “He’s cracked. Great. We’re totally fucked.”

Malleus stared at everyone, “Perhaps we need more backup.”

“Half the students are gone.”

“Yes,” he said, “At Night Raven College, yes. But…”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Malleus rolled his eyes, gaze refixing on Azul. “What say you, Ashengrotto?”

Azul continued to stare at the table before seemingly coming back to reality, looking up to the other leaders. Most looked back in their own forms of concern and exhaustion as Azul replied, “I think Malleus is most knowledgeable in this arena. Perhaps this is an issue that Diasomnia would be best suited to deal with.”

Idia frowned, “Really? Why?”

“I can’t say.” Azul replied, not breaking eye contact with Malleus.

“Great, so we’re going off of Azul’s gut feeling? Great, awesome.” Leona drawled sarcastically, “We’re doomed.”

Vil cleared his throat, “Leona, my favorite of dumb lions, this is Azul. Rethink what he just said.”

“Then keep it to yourself.” Idia supplied helpfully, earning a glare from the beastman.

“Bonjour, mes amis,” greeted one Rook Hunt, walking into the room, “You seem tense. Fear not, I have come to aid you.”

“I Fucking hate it here.” Mumbled Leona as he dropped his head into his arms, ears twitching in irritation.

—————

“Off with your-“

“There will be none of that,” Kaylus said in a silky smooth voice, eyes boring into Riddle’s, “You’ll behave for me, won’t you housewarden?”

Riddle grunted and staggered back, clutching his head, “What are you doing…? How are you-“

“Hush.” Kaylus grinned menacingly, gripping Riddle a bit too tightly, “The one you behold is your master. When I ask a question, you will answer. When I give a command, you will assent.” He leaned in a little too close as Riddle grunted, trying to get away feebly. “Snake Charmer.”

Riddle cried out, clutching at his head and trying desperately to break free, “N-No! Off with your-“ he tried again.

Kaylus simply leaned over and covered his mouth, clicking his tongue in irritation, “You simply will not settle, will you? Very well, I have time to break you. Now, what role for you when we’re done…” he hummed, tilting Riddle’s head from side to side, “Your face gives the aura of a softer disposition, but your bossiness gives way to order. Yes, yes, I think that’ll do nicely. Now, settle yourself into the recesses of your mind, won’t you? I can take control from here.”

“No! I won-“

“You will.” He said, growling, “Or you won’t be playing at all. You don’t want to go missing forever, do you, housewarden?”

Riddle grunted and tried to move away, but the fear overwhelmed his urge to fight, and the magic Kaylus used overwhelmed the fear. “Y…yes, Master.”

Kaylus’s grin turned sharp and manic as he cackled, peering at Riddle with nothing but malice. “Good. Now, hurry to school, you wouldn’t want to be late.” He said, opening a portal behind Riddle. He hummed and unceremoniously shoved Riddle through, following suit with a cheery laugh.

#sunflower anon #twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #azul ashengrotto #twst mc #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #twstvision au #twst au #twst yuu

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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 1 year

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Blur (Sonic/Miraculous Ladybug Crossover Snippet)

So...yeah, this is a thing I wrote today. And an AU I've been sitting on for over a week. Hope you guys like it?

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Sonic hated being cornered.

Being cornered, after all, meant no room to run. And for someone whose greatest asset was his speed, well…

Sure, he could usually escape some other way, like spindashing, but not unless he was willing to risk hurting who- or whatever had him trapped. And unfortunately for him, this case was definitely one where he didn't want to cause any damage.

Because he really didn't want to give these cops MORE of a reason to be after him.

Thus, the hedgehog’s current predicament: trapped in the middle of a narrow alleyway, with both exits blocked by police waiting for him to come out, and no room to pick up enough speed to escape.

He didn’t even know how he’d ended up in this situation—well, okay, that wasn’t entirely true, he had to admit. Technically, he did have some idea: it was mostly Eggman’s fault. The evil doctor had managed to gather and attempt to use the Chaos Emeralds again, hooking them into some weird contraption that Sonic honestly hadn’t cared enough about to learn the name of. He’d broken it before it could do whatever Eggman had been planning, anyways—but said act of destruction was probably what had caused the thing to malfunction, followed by the Emeralds resonating in a flash of blinding light…

…And the next thing Sonic knew, he had crash-landed in the middle of the road in an unfamiliar city.

Then the cops had come to investigate the damage his impact had caused and started chasing him, leading to…well, this.

Being cornered in an alleyway.

Not his finest moment.

…Especially as, though he hated to admit it, the hedgehog suddenly started to panic. Thinking back on what had happened, he’d just remembered something:

The others had also been there when the Emeralds did whatever it was that sent him here.

Eggman had obviously been there, along with Amy, Knuckles, Tails—

He felt his breath catch in his throat.

Gaia below, TAILS!

It might have just been the stress of his current situation, but the hedgehog found himself unable to stop worrying about what might have happened to his little brother.

Was the fox okay? Or had he landed himself into trouble as well? Where WAS he?!

He felt even more helpless than before now—for all he knew, Tails needed help, but meanwhile, he was stuck, unable to move as he was surrounded. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t do anything—

Sonic squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he tried not to outwardly show the turmoil he was feeling. He didn’t notice as a pitch-black butterfly landed on his glove.

He just wasn’t fast enough, was he?

But you could be.

With a start, his eyes shot back open, and he gave a sharp, involuntary inhale.

The cops had started shouting something, but he couldn’t make it out. Everything had suddenly seemed to fade into the background as soon as the voice had spoken, and a strange glow was now tinging his peripheral vision with a purple haze.

“I…I could be, what?”

Fast enough, of course. The voice chuckled darkly. Fast enough to escape this alleyway, to escape your pursuers, even fast enough to help your friends escape whatever danger they may be in.

This claim earned Sonic’s full attention. “Wait, you mean it?! But…how? And—wait, who are you?”

My name is Hawk Moth. I have the power to bestow new abilities to others, such as the greater speed I’m now offering you…as long as you perform a small favor for me.

“...What kind of favor?”

He ignored the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something seemed off about all this.

There are a pair of magical jewels that I require, a ring and a set of earrings, known as the Miraculous. In exchange for the power I give you, I ask that you find them and bring them to me.

This sounded simple enough, he had loads of experience with magic gems.

“So…you give me powers, and I just need to get these ‘miraculous’ thingies for you?” Sonic repeated, just to be sure.

Yes, exactly. Now, do you accept, Blur?

Blur…

He liked the sound of that.“I sure do,” Blur, he wasn’t Sonic, not anymore, replied, giving a smirk. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Hawk Moth!”

#blur #mobians in paris au #sonic the hedgehog #miraculous ladybug #akumatization #hawk moth #mint writes stuff #sonic #yes i really did just akumatize sonic #i also have a design #i'll post blur's design later #i like writing akumatizations #sue me #miraculous

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oh my god ahaha so, i was reading through my writing journal from 2023. this is because today i am embarking on the semi-daunting journey of figuring out where i left off in drafting narrative!fic, and one of the specific steps i identified that i could do (to avoid overwhelming myself with "uh. just get familiar with like. 20k of draft material hidey") was to read through last year's writing journal and see what i was thinking about the last time i actually wrote for this project. i haven't yet gotten to the point in the journal where i did (i'm reading backward and i was so immersed in my secret saito fic that all of the last entries are just that), but i did find AN ABSOLUTE GEM.

from december 26, 2023:

oh and the other thing i wanna try before i even start the revision wishlist is a readthrough where i just pay attention to what ticks me into the positive / negative feelings as i am reading!!! the way george saunders recommends! i think this wil be an interesting exercise in paying attention to what keeps my attention as a reader, since it will be important to know that as i am revising because i subscribe to the school of thought that i am revising to MY experience of the story.

this!!!!! this is now an INTEGRAL part of my writing process now! i can't believe i've had this for less than two months! like i had kind of forgotten how much i thought about the beginning of devotion (my secret saito fic) as specifically a "proof of process", but i'd also forgotten that i didn't even do this prior to that fic! like, this is how i hand-hold myself through the first readthrough of my shitty down drafts! this is also what i do to get from the first semi-decent up drafts to the rest of the up drafts! like ... wow. truly the start of an era there.

it's kind of strange to think about the timing of this realization / idea (?) to do what i now abbreviate as a "p/n readthrough". what i'm referencing here when i say "the way george saunders recommends!" is -- there's a section in his book a swim in a pond in the rain where he talks about how reading for fun and reading for critique are pretty much the same, in both cases you have this like, meter in your head (dial?) where as you're reading sometimes you run into something you like, and that ticks the needle into the [P]ositive, and sometimes you run into something you don't like or that bores you, and that ticks the needle into the [N]egative. and when you're critiquing, you just write that down, and maybe dress it up to be a little more palatable to the writer you're providing feedback for. but like, i read about this idea in [checks my goodreads] JANUARY of 2023! and then didn't even do this now extremely loadbearing thing in my writing process until december!

all that to say, it's wild how these things work out sometimes! this p/n readthrough has carried me extremely well through three fic drafts (two up drafts and one down draft) in the last month and a half (for when future!me stumbles across this post and can't be bothered to cross-reference with my writing journal, that's the up draft of mini heist!au and the up/down drafts for weilan blowjob fic). and now i can't imagine my process without it! it's made my writing process much kinder to me!

i used to be soooo daunted by going from a shitty first draft to any better draft. i used to just kind of read through the down draft and go "okay here are all the things that are Bad and make me feel Bad when i run into them in the doc, let me immediately write down the things that are Wrong and also i must immediately think of a way to Fix It". like, i would really only be looking at things that felt like they weren't working, and just be like "X isn't working" in my notes. and ... yeah. of course that kind of sucked, emotionally. this is also like, not how i would ever beta anybody else's fic.

and now, in the structure of the p/n readthrough ... i'm a lot more ... inquisitive, i guess, is the best word for it. first of all i'm approaching with more of a "what parts of this fic are close to what i'm aiming for, and what parts aren't?" which, for me at least, is a much gentler approach than "what is wrong with this fic?" haha. the goal isn't "find out what is Bad in the fic and Eliminate It", but the goal of this process is to help me to a deeper and clearer understanding of the themes, characterization / character arcs, story arcs, worldbuilding, etc, of the fic i'm writing. and a lot of the time, reading through, what is revealed is that i don't know what i'm going for, which is just as useful to me as the places where i can go "oh yeah this is exactly what i want to be doing."

and the other big difference that makes this gentler to me is the way i provide myself feedback in this structure. rather than going "X is a problem, it needs to be Different In Some Way", my notes are phrased as "oh X is happening, but i kind of wish Y was happening instead because i want to see [whatever]" or "i want to explore [whatever]" or "i vaguely remember a note i can't find anymore that i wanted to do [thing] here". for me, phrasing it as things i want, or things i wish were happening that aren't happening in the fic, lets me approach the readthrough more from a reader's perspective (someone who's looking for narrative satisfaction from the fic and just so happens to have my exact taste, hehe). the changes from before are that i'm doing a lot more reflection to identify why i want more or less of what i'm seeing in the fic, which goes back to that idea of the goal of this process being "understanding the fic" rather than "identifying the problems in the fic".

and then, understanding the fic sort of leads into identifying the places where the fic is farther from where i want it to be, and where it's closer. most of the time, a p/n readthrough gets me to a new rough outline of how i want the major elements of the fic to come together, because in this framework it's a lot easier for me to jump back and forth between the details (whatever actual in-the-moment specific decisions i've made in the down draft) and the bigger-picture understanding of the story and themes of the fic. (caveat: i've only done this for fic that's like, under 5k-ish, so who knows as i venture into longer fics lol)

okay haha. this is so long. if you are still here, i salute your ability to read my five million rambling, thank u, mwah.

#hidey speaks #hidey talks fic #lmao okay so uh. this is just me talking about my revision process “breakthrough” (????)#<- kind of a big word for something that boils down to “hidey learning how to apply Structure to be gentler to myself in fic revision”#ok back to like. what i was doing earlier. lol.#i am determined to reorient myself in this longfic that i haven't touched for uhh several months at least. by 1pm today #oh god writing this post took like 45min and now i have only an hour HAHA FUCK LOL GOODBYE

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