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Pt. 1 (That’s where you’re at!)

Now, you wouldn’t say you were a greedy person… which would be a huge lie because holy shit you were compared to a dragon by your friends more times than your own mother said she loved you-

When you got your paycheck - which was a very handsome paycheck mind you - you hoarded that to the best of your abilities, but when you saw something you had to have? Bought. Spent all your cash on it.

… You have to many plushies-

You weren’t exactly an avid believer in the whole “money makes the world go around!” thing, but it certainly helped. Like, have you seen how happy Elon Musk is? That bitch living the life and you want that too.

But despite your adoration to money…

THAT DID NOT MEAN YOU WANTED TO BE IT!!

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

When you woke up from a nice nap after a long day of hard labor- I mean work, you couldn’t see. You also couldn’t feel your arms or legs or… well anything in general that one would say when describing their body.

You did have your five core senses though, which is nice. Well… minus sight-

You couldn’t move, and whenever you would scream the people you heard around you - their voices were muffled… were you in a pouch?? - did nothing to help.

You continued for what you assumed to be hours, never once paying mind to the fact that you never got hungry or thirsty or ran out of breath. Then you felt warmth.

Something large and warm wrapped around your form which scared the shit out of you because as far as you were concerned, you were still very human sized. You continued to scream into the darkness as you listened to the… transaction (???) going on above you and-

Wait a minute. You recognized that voice.

A lot of your money went to Genshin Impact in your day, you were what was known in the fandom as a “whale”, did I mention you got payed handsomely?

Yeah it was enough the basically be a sugar parent for all your friends.

So you heavily related to a certain character who was constantly characterized as helping another with his money problems.

Can you guess who it is?

I’ll give you five seconds to guess!

5…

4…

3…

2… fuck it I hate the suspense-

It was Childe!

And hearing his voice above you shattered what you may have thought was happening to you. Yes you may or may not have thought you were being kidnapped-

You then felt yourself get placed on another warm surface and oh god-

“All repairs will be made in a timely manner! Thank you for the patronage!”

You flipped through the air with a small ‘whoosh’ and landed back in the hand.

… WERE YOU FUCKING MORA?????

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Being merged to a weapon wasn’t fun.

Well at the very least you weren’t “merged” with a weapon. For some reason the blacksmith couldn’t find a way to use your specific mora body to upgrade Childe’s bow.

So there you sat as a glorified decoration. Right on the front of the bow.

But you did find something out, the second you felt yourself attach to the bow, you could suddenly see! And you could very tell that you were in Liyue, which made sense. And when you coughed on accident, the blacksmith jumped and looked around, before shrugging and turning back to her work, which meant you could now be heard as well!

All five senses back baby!

Only shitty thing was that you couldn’t move on your own, and you now noticed you were no longer hungry nor need to breathe, as well as sleep.

So you were stuck.

For four days.

Unable to speak or move.

I mean, you were still figuring out your existence yourself, no need to get anyone else involved with the process since you were beyond confused.

You’ve read the Isekai stories - and fanfics - but you had never read one personally about being isekaied as money. Yes, you have seen the vending machine one. And the one where he gets turned into a dummy ASMR head mic-

Not the point!

You were just trying to figure out how to… exist (?) like this. Which was pretty hard when coming to terms with the fact that you’d never eat your favorite foods again.

Never again…

“Thank you so much for choosing our services sir! Have a nice day!”

You were suddenly picked up and placed in the gentle care of Childe - ironic sentence I know - and off you both went.

You want to know what a weird sensation is?

Being a bow and feeling someone pluck your string.

Now yeah, that sounds super sensual but it felt more like someone… pulling your hair?? You couldn’t really place it but that was honestly the closest equivalent. Feeling him rub his hands all up and down your… body (?????) was a new experience to. Again, not sensual, just ticklish? And it sucked trying not to giggle-

God this was weird and confusing.

“Well I’m free for some time… I’m sure a little practice won’t hurt…”

Oh good god you could not catch a break.

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

A new fear had been unlocked within you.

You, a piece of mora crudely attached to a psychopathic killers bow, had just been de-summoned.

And it hurt.

BAD.

No one will ever know what that was like, the feel yourself fading, every atom slowly falling away into nothingness, and then the silence. That cursed silence. Deep dark blackness was what you felt for what appeared to be thousands of years to your still human brain.

Never again would allow yourself to feel that pain.

As you were summoned, you continued to stare off into the distance, coming to terms with what you had just witnessed while ignoring every word that came out of Childe’s mouth.

Something or other about practicing you couldn’t give a shit.

You only watched the changing scenery around you as you and Childe wandered aimlessly through a forest.

Then he dropped to his knees suddenly, which cause you to silently curse and sputter in shock.

Did you mention you got good at that? Being silent? Because you did.

Being that you were placed on the front of the bow, you could see perfectly where he was aiming, that being a small bird that you had to squint - how you squinted? You don’t know - to see.

It was ridiculously far away, covered in leaves. You were also slightly scared because Childe was being silent.

Childe. Silent.

Not two words you ever expected to put into the same sentence - again - but here you were.

You felt the bow string being pulled back, and him lining up the shot.

Then, you felt something course through you.

Obviously it was the Hydro infused arrow he knocked onto the string, but something else flowed through you.

You could feel yourself reaching, trying to connect with something to better control this sudden power flow, and then you found a great source.

His Hydro Vision.

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Childe was a seasoned soldier and fighter, literally anyone who met him could tell you that.

He kept that fact near and dear to his heart, that fact being why he fought so hard, to become stronger and finally find that fight that would be the end of him.

He longed for the day where he would be strong enough to fight his mentor, and weak enough to die at someone who he saw worthy enough to end his stories and legacy.

… Legacy was such a funny word to the man as all he could think of when it was spoken was his second, stronger form, Foul Legacy. Ironically, that’s what he though historians would call his stories in the far future - he would never admit how close it was due to the Electro Delusion that sapped away at his life, slower due to his strength but sucking away his soul nonetheless - would call it, a Foul Legacy.

He was self-aware enough to understand that people hated him, yet oblivious enough to leave his family in the hands of The Rooster, a man known for leveling cites before they even had the chance to riot against himself and the Tsaritsa.

He was complex in the same way he was so easy to understand.

Just as how he allowed the world to see his Vision but kept his Delusion hidden.

Just recently he had gotten his bow repaired after a… well not a hard mission more so than it was annoying.

And by the Archons it was beautiful! Any and all scratches and marks had been repaired, a new layer of pain was an added, a stronger string was restrung into it and just… mmm she was beautiful.~

The finishing touch was the little golden emblem stuck directly on the front. So shiny and pretty…

He just had to take it for a test run!

Nothing too big or anything, just a little hunting as he hadn’t indulged himself recently. Just a couple small birds or mammals nothing anyone would notice.

… No that isn’t a human corpse nu uh ya stupid-

Besides that wasn’t with his bow! That was with his blades it doesn’t count!

But anyway, he quickly spotted his first target of the day, a little finch, and aimed.

He noted that his bow, while still heavy, felt much more sturdy and the current string was stronger than his last, most likely due to the whole “new string” thing rather than being better because that old string had weathered a lot.

He quickly knocked his first arrow and took a silent breath in, calming his shaking hands and the butterflies in his stomach. Of course neither were from fear or nervousness rather than they were from excitement and dare I say ecstasy. A smile forceably carved itself into him skin as he watched how easily Hydro infused itself with his arrow.

Though almost immediately after, he felt a sudden surge of power coming from not him nor the arrow, but the bow itself.

Specifically the small golden piece sitting front and center.

This was either an unknown or well known fact depending on who you asked, but the bow was Childe’s worst used weapon. He was much more skilled with a blade - like his duel Hydro blades or the duel-bladed polearm he wielded as Foul Legacy - and he even had some experience with a catalyst, but bows just seemed so.. cowardly. Even with his catalyst he was near to his opponents as its attacks were based on his fighting style, but he personally believed that bows were for the cowardly.

Those who wanted to fight but were too weak to even dare step foot onto a battlefield.

At least that’s what he thought before Capitano shoved a bow into his arms as he complained about needing something more to do. A new challenge.

And it opened his eyes.

Bows were not for the weak rather that they were for the stealthy. Something Childe was not the best at.

He was honestly more of a ‘punch more and talk later’ kind of guy. But the bow was forcing him to learn and grow, which was more than welcome in his book.

But this power was not something he had accessed yet. Hell, he’s barely felt anything like it with any other of his weapons. Closest he has ever gotten to this kind of power would be with Foul Legacy, and even then it’d be a stretch.

He’d even have the gall to say he could never feel this kind of power from his Master.

He watched as the area he sat in was bathed in a blue glow was his Vision and the arrow he still held grew brighter and brighter. With that, a gold shined through as the small golden piece on his bow - which now that he looked closer looked almost exactly like a piece of mora, just with the details buffered out - also glowed.

He couldn’t remember picking up any kind of ‘enchanted’ mora, just one random one he found on the roads right outside of Liyue.

It didn’t seem off in anyway-

His thoughts were cut off as Hydro swirled faster and stronger around him, knocking him off his knees and onto his ass, his grip on the arrow and bow tightening.

All the animals ran - of course including the small finch he was aiming for - from the sounds and lights, and something deep and primal inside of him wanted to run as well.

Something screamed that he wasn’t supposed to see this, to feel this.

Something was wrong.

Soon enough he couldn’t keep his grip on the arrow.

He let go.

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Everything was a blur to you.

All you knew was that you had to let go of this build up of power.

You had to.

Something bad would happen if you didn’t and god damn it you weren’t about to find out.

You truly, desperately, just wanted to go home.

The songs of narwhals and whales comforted you.

‘You will be okay’ they sang.

You would be okay.

Just let go.

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

People in the city watched in shock as a forest not too far from the harbor became a light show of Hydro and golden light.

Small animals and creatures ran towards the city, this including monsters, but nothing stopped to attack. In fact, it seemed like everything was too scared to even consider attacking.

Ningguang and her guards quickly ran outside to asses the situation, meeting up with fellow Vision Holders on the edge of the city.

However, Xingqiu and Yelan seemed… out of it. And on top of that, Childe - though he wasn’t her favorite he was strong and could be of help - was no where to be found.

“Does anyone have a grasp on the situation?” Nigguang asked, only to receive shaken heads and no’s.

“I tried to get close,” started Xiao, “But something knocked me back. I was able to hear the Harbinger’s screams from inside, and from what I could gather, he doesn’t seem to be the… direct cause.” Despite what he said, Xiao seemed a bit upset at the fact that Childe wasn’t the true cause, likely just wanting an excuse to beat him up a little.

The Geo ridden Lady huffed befit finally turning her attention to the two Hydro users who seemed entranced by the lights.

“What are you-“

“They call to us.” Xingqiu cut her off.

“They sing for us.” Yelan finished.

Nigguang looked back to everyone else who simply shrugged, before noticing Zhongli also looked out of it, though before she could get a word out, he also spoke.

“It’s so calming… I have not felt true peace like this in…”

He didn’t even finish his sentence. His eyes, unlike the two Hydro users, were entranced by the golden lights that highlighted the light show.

Nigguang’s face was filled with confusion. Though she shook it off.

And again, before she could give out any orders, she was interrupted.

Though not by anyone, but by the lights themselves.

A flash of blue light blinded the group.

Then, the song of a group of narwhals and whales filled the sky.

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Blue and gold light enveloped near all of Liyue, the show being noticeable by all surrounding nations, Mondstadt especially.

And the air filled with the song of Narwhal and Whale alike.

A miracle of All-Devouring Narwhals and All-Encompassing Whales swam into the sky, dancing through the clouds.

They flew gently over Liyue, the nation having been stunned into shock and stillness over the whole situation.

Nigguang watched with bated breath as they sailed by the Jade Palace, only exhaling when they passed with not problem.

Keqing watched from beside Nigguang, mesmerized at the trail of celestial power flowing behind them.

Xiao rushed up buildings in order to get closer, but was knocked back by the sheer force of their power, though he was caught by a worried Ganyu. Both landed by an armed-and-ready Shenhe, who was more than ready to attack if need be.

Xingqiu and Yelan simply stared up at the miracle, their Visions resonating with Hydro energy they released. They felt empowered, and could feel the pure raw and unfiltered strength rolling off them in waves. They wanted to be close to that power. Wanted to feel that power.

Something deep inside them wanted that power.

Everyone in the city watched as the miracle flew just above their homes and businesses, making their presence all the more apparent as they bathed the golden city in royal blue.

This continued until a small bird was dumb enough to try and take flight to get away.

This bird being the one Childe had targeted- not that anyone knew.

The Whales and Narwhals corralled the bird, forcing it to fly higher and higher into the clouds, and it wasn’t long before all ginormous creatures followed behind it.

Then an even brighter flash of blue echoed across the skyline, small star-like glitters falling to Teyvat then fading from existence before they could touch its surface. A small amount of feathers followed after.

Nigguang could feel her jaw drop.

All that… to kill a bird?????

… She was going to need a week off just to comprehend what had just happened.

Keqing pat the woman on the back, sighing in tiredness as well.

She had a sneaking suspicion that Childe may have had something to do with this… event. Gods the paperwork she was about to be loaded with…

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﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Childe had figured out what primal instinct had led him to hide in the cave he was currently tucked in.

Foul Legacy.

He had yet to really tell anyone, but due to his time in the Abyss and its creation, it was safe to say it pretty much had a mind of its own. Which wasn’t bad as it would help him to doge attacks or alert him of presences he may not have noticed himself, but the shrieking and crying he heard from it deep in his soul was enough to tell him that this whole situation was wrong.

Nothing about what just happened should have been… well it shouldn’t have happened to say anything.

He could still hear it, resonating deep inside his soul, Electro cracking out whenever he heard a noise he couldn’t identify.

It was protecting him.

As he would for it.

He didn’t dare draw another arrow from the bow in his grasp, not until he learned what the fuck just happened. Including the fact that for some odd reason, he desperately wanted to just… stare(?) at the Narwhals and Whales until they disappeared, luckily Foul Legacy snapped him right out of that and told him to find shelter.

He did have his Hydro blades out, however, patiently waiting till he - and Foul Legacy - felt safe enough to exit.

A sudden loud caw of a bird made him flinch - not his proudest moment - and kick the bow to the side. What he wasn’t expecting was the loud string of curses that came from… the… bow..?

So now it was pinned to the wall by one blade and a foot, the other blade pointed directly at… it? There were no weak points on a bow..?

…Were there..?

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This is not what you wanted.

First, you get isekaied against your will; you didn’t even remember how you supposedly DIED… if you DID die anyway…

Two, you were reincarnated as MONEY. FUCKING MONEY. How does that… who comes up with that??? A fucking high schooler who has nothing better to do than write shitty fanfiction????

And finally, three… HE KICKED YOU!!! WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO THREATEN YOU?!?

You didn’t understand your powers, what the FUCK just happened, why Hydro just… became?? you??? And why on gods green earth you had to be MORA. You’re never gonna get over that you became MORA???? Like??? Really??????? Money????? You mean, you love the stuff but COME ON-

Jesus fuckin’-

Huffing at the man before you, you finally decided speak to this bitch before you because how dare he.

“Listen here-“

You were cut off by the blade moving closer to your body(??????) and Childe growling - yes. Growling - at you.

“No you listen. I don’t know what you are but what in the name of the Tsaritsa was that?”

If only this man could see your eye twitch.

“No how about YOU listen? I don’t know what the fuck that was, but I plan on figuring it out now could you PLEASE MOVE YOUR DAMN BLADES FROM MY FACE?!?!? God…”

The Hydro blades slowly removed themselves from your face, as did the boot. But you were then picked up by the man, held shockingly gently in his grip.

“What… are you?” He asked hesitantly.

“I… I honestly don’t know how to answer that question. But I’m pretty sure I’m that little Mira piece on the front.” You answered. You forced yourself to calm down. This wasn’t his fault, just so happened to be the guy who picked you up… this was going to be a mantra for a while…

“Oh… so your this little thing right here?” You felt his fingers wrap around you - and you mean your real body - and pull. Fear immediately filled your being.

“Wait! WAIT!-“ He tugged you right out, rendering you silent.

When he pulled you out, your body glowed and you reverted back to looking like a regular piece of mora. Engravings and all.

You, meanwhile, were screaming your head off, as you now knew that if removed from a weapon, you’d just be a regular ass piece of money again. Immediately you mind started racing, wondering as to way, and the only thing you could come up with was the Elemental Energy, but lore wasn’t really your strong suit… you just liked the pretty women and men…

You felt yourself gently being pressed into the slot carved for you in his bow, and started talking again.

“NEVER! Do that again, please. Unless absolutely necessary, don’t do that. You know how terrifying it is to be able to see and speak then move a couple inches and no longer be able to see or have others hear you? Fucking horrifying I’ll tell you that…” you watched the man shiver before sighing.

“Noted. Um… anything else I should be made aware of before I ask anymore questions?”

You jumped on the opportunity.

“Whenever I am apart of your weapons. Don’t. De. Summon. Them. Hurts like hell. Ever felt your molecules beings torn apart bit by bit? Not fun, don’t recommend it.” Again, Childe shivered.

“Now… you really don’t know what that was out there?” He asked again, and you sighed.

“I wish I did. I’ll admit, I was thinking of that one move you use as Foul Legacy where you summon a Whale… and a bit of your master…”

You watched as Childe’s eyes lit up.

“You know of Foul Legacy? And of my Master?” Then his eyes darkened.

“How do you know of them..?” You shivered… as well as money can shiver anyway.

“Uhm… magic?” You asked, a noticeable tilt in your voice.

His glare then lightened up.

“Oh! Like… when you attach to a weapon, you suddenly gain a bunch of knowledge on that person?” Holy shit he just gave you a way out!

“Uh… yeah! Yeah that’s exactly what it is! You figured it out! Sorry I was uh… hesitant. Just didn’t want to reveal all my secrets, you know?” Holy shit. Holy fuck. Please work please work-

“That’s really amazing! A magical piece of mora… with the ability to make your attacks beyond that of a God’s… heheheh…”

Oop. Shit. That was not good.

“Listen. I’m not going to do anything for you without my consent, you got that? I’m not even here of my own free will mind you. Just gained sentience in your bag and all of a sudden I’m a bow. This is going to be a symbiotic relationship or I’m finding someone else, alright?” You spoke up, not even hiding the fact that you were… well a little more than concerned with what he just said.

“… What are you going to do if I don’t respect your wishes?” Shit fuck shit fuck-

“… I will scream next time you use me.”

And into a standstill you both sat.

He stared at you and he could feel you glaring into him. It was probably weird feeling a bow glare into him. New feeling he never thought he’d feel before.

“… Alright. Taking someone’s free will isn’t really something I do anyway. So don’t be fearful… comrade?” Was he asking your name..?.. Eh. Comrade is nice and you don’t feel like giving it out so meh.

“Comrade works. And uhm… yeah.” Welp that was awkward. Good job 👍🏾!

The two of you continued to stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

“So… what’s your favorite dish?”

“I can’t eat asshole-“

“Childe!”

The mentioned man whipped his head in the direction of the call, honestly scaring you with how fast it moved - you are a hundred percent sure you heard a crack.

By the covered entrance of the cave stood Nigguang, Keqing, Zhongli and both Hydro Vision users. Nigguang was the one to call him.

“What are enough doing out here? Do you have any idea was caused… whatever that was?? And - as much as I hate to ask - are you alright?” She was firing questions out at an extreme speed, making both you and Childe dizzy.

“Uhm… I was hunting, I… haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about! And yes , I am okay. Thank you for asking?” You knew he sucked ass a lying but like… how did that sound convincing in anyway?? The hesitation just made it worse!-

“You haven’t the foggiest clue, you say…” Keqing asked while glaring at the ginger. Ed She Ran lookin’ headass-

“Yep! No idea, not the slightest idea, definitely wasn’t my bow or the enchanted mora on it! Nope not at all.”

The group looked at him, and he looked at them.

They looked at him, and he looked at them.

And this went on for several minutes before this super smart man said:

“Yep, not me at all.”

And before anyone coup ask questions you groaned, forcing all attention into yourself before tearing him a new one.

“You dumb motherfucker! “I haven’t the foggiest idea😢” my ass!”

“How did you say that?-“

“Shut your bitchass up before I see it shut. I should beat your ass for that. How they fuck you gonna say some shit like that and expect them to just go “Oh okay!😚” like some dumbass?”

“No really how-“

“I will slap the stupid outta you don’t fucking test me ginger bitch. Fatherless. That’s why your father sold you ass off it’s cause you so DAMN stupid, Jesus.”

“Mora?”

“What do you fucking want you cunt.”

“… We’re still in front of people.”

“… I will not hesitate to shoot all of you-“

… Nigguang was going to have so much paperwork tonight.

MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER MORA!READER LETS GIVE IT UP FOR MORA!READER!!!!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

They’re here you guys!!!! Get happy get wild!!!! Holy shit that ending was mild!!! I hate it!!! Anyway-

This is gonna SAGAU because… meh. But that doesn’t matter! Their here! But I’m not done yet, next thing on my checklist is humanizing the animals (Main ones) so I’ll be be radio silent for a bit again lmao (unless I choose to post shit which is very likely-) ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Mora!Reader! More is, of course, on the way! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Have a magnificent day/night my dears!~

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Creator Spotlight: @velinxi

Hello! I’m Xiao Tong Kong, better known as “Velinxi.” I’m the creator of the webcomic Countdown to Countdown and have been doing freelance artwork since I was a teenager. I love telling stories with my illustrations! Tumblr was where I first got my start as an artist, specifically a small fandom artist as a hobby… and now I’m somehow here! When I’m not trying my best to stay awake in front of my tablets, I’m usually cooking, gaming, or sleeping. Sometimes all three, in my dreams.

Check out our interview with Velinxi below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

Yeah! I’ve basically been on track to become an artist since I was a child. I went to a middle school with an emphasis on arts and a high school specializing in it. I went to SVA briefly for computer arts but dropped out to pursue freelance and webcomics after my first year.

Over the years as an artist, what or who were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

My biggest inspirations growing up were Yuumei and Shilin Huang, two titans on DeviantArt back in the day. They still inspire me today, but the list of inspirations has grown exponentially over the years, including artists, movies, entire art movements, etc.

What was your thought process behind the creation of your webcomic, Countdown to Countdown?

Well, Countdown to Countdown started as a passion project back when I was 15, in high school, and pretty depressed. I just wanted to draw whatever story I thought was cool, inspired by my favorite media at the time. There was a very loose beginning and outline, but I was truly just writing as I drew the story. That’s why I had to stop the comic in 2018 and restart from scratch the year after. Now, the story has a set story and a clear outline. It still has similar roots, characters, and themes of neglect, abuse, and escape—but I think the story is a lot easier to follow now. It’s got an artstyle I can actually keep up with in the long run. The origin of why CTC exists also remains the same: I simply wanted to make a story I wanted to read for myself. Which happens to be about two dumb boys with superpowers navigating a hostile world that wants them dead or caged—together.

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

Oh, all the time. It’s part of the process. Personally, though—I just have to draw through it. Every month on my Patreon, I have my patrons vote on a theme I have to draw by the end of the month, and I try my best to make it as interesting as possible. I draw quite a few—tens even, of doodles or compositions for each of these themes to try to make something that tells a story while still being aesthetically pleasing and clear. I think pushing myself like this helps with art block, really. I also do remember to take breaks and simply consume other media I like! It gets the inspiration juices flowing.

Advice you would give to an aspiring creator?

If you do one—your first webcomic should be a short, fun, messy thing. It’s not often you can get it right the first time, but you’ll certainly learn a lot through sheer experience. This goes for a lot of things in art, to be honest.

What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

3D Animation. I briefly learned it at SVA, and I think that’s enough of that tech for me. I accept that there are some things that are truly beautiful if done right, and I am too simple and lazy for it.

What is your goal for the rest of this year?

Get Countdown to Countdown book 2 finished! And live HAHA

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@yuumei-art on Tumblr, still! They’ve been a huge inspiration for digital artists and storytellers online for years. I have no doubt that many digital artists of my generation have been influenced by them, and they’re still here, making beautiful art and stories. It’s a thing to behold.

Thanks for stopping by, Velinxi! If you haven’t seen her Meet the Artist piece, be sure to check it out here. You can also follow her for more amazing art over at her Tumblr, @velinxi!

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #velinxi #xiao tong kong #countdown to countdown

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stevesbipanic · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 26: Fake Dating

Steve was ready for Hawkins to open up again and for the Upside Down to swallow him whole. Christmas was meant to be fun, well at least it was supposed to be fun now that he spent it with the Buckley's. Right now though he was glaring at his boyfriend and best friend across the table. Or wait not his boyfriend this evening, no tonight, Eddie was Robin's boyfriend.

Steve could only blame himself he supposed, one for loving the two idiots that were currently badly suppressing giggles and two because it was all because of what he'd said last week.

One week earlier...

"Robin, just tell your mom you're a lesbian or I'm not coming to Christmas lunch next week."

"Steve I can't do that do you want to ruin Christmas!?"

"She was already fine with me being bisexual she's not going to send you to hell, that's why we tested her with me in the first place!"

"No, I'm not ready!"

"Well I can't sit through another Christmas of your mom suggesting a Spring wedding!"

"You're my boy space friend can't we just let her live in a fantasy world where she marries into the Harrington's?"

"I don't even want to be one!"

"Could pop down to the courthouse and become a Munson, baby," Eddie supplied watching the back and forth while blatantly stealing from the candy display.

Steve gave him a deadpan look, "You need to propose to me better than that, Eds. No, Robin that's it I'm not going, I'm not being your boyfriend anymore!"

"What am I meant to do then, she'll be asking about you all day!"

"I'll do it!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Do what?" The other two asked giving him a questioning look.

"No, stop I hate when you do that twin thing it's creepy. And I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas, Birdie."

Which brought Steve to now. It had seemed like a brilliant idea, one Steve could enjoy his Christmas lunch peacefully being the golden boy of the table as Mrs Buckley dawned over him and two, no boyfriend questions. There was also the added bonus that lesbianism might seem like a better option than the town's drug dealer in the Buckley's minds. What Steve hadn't counted on, was the Buckley's loving Eddie.

"Oh, you're in a band that's so lovely, you know I played tamborine for a band back when I was your age, we thought we were going to be a big girl group."

"I hear you're working over at Thatcher's son, they're good men there you're certainly going to learn a lot."

Steve had been relegated to peeling the potatoes while Eddie was literally putting his feet up in the living room. He felt like the middle child of a family that just got a newborn baby, how dare Eddie steal his pseudo parents. What was worse was that Robin was finding this hilarious.

"Oh poor Stevie Wevie are you sad mom's not asking about how EMT school is going?"

"Yes! I had such a fun fake heart attack story she was gonna love." Steve pouted and for a moment he thought about stomping his foot in protest.

"Hey, it's ok, next year I promise I'll have told them, and Edward over there can come as your boyfriend, ok?" Robin reassured wrapping an arm around him.

Steve guessed that he could give up being the favourite this time, and it was nice seeing people be kind to Eddie, it hadn't been easy after Spring Break. It didn't stop him shooting daggers whenever Eddie and Robin decided to reassure Steve at lunch that he'd find someone nice eventually.

Steve and Eddie waved goodbye after lunch, promising to visit soon and hopped into the van.

"Have fun?"

"Oh yeah, I think Janice is already planning the Spring wedding."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed getting fawned over because we've got dinner with Wayne now, and guess who's his favourite?"

"Just because you know the difference between the Chiefs and the Packers, I'm his own blood and the minute you're there it's like I'm chopped liver!" Eddie exclaimed as they drove towards the trailer park.

Lunch had been interesting but he was very glad it was over as he laughed and slid his fingers between Eddie's between them, happy that he had his boyfriend back.

Ao3

#steddie fake dating was too easy hahahaha #Stobin #steddie #eddie and robin are soulmates in law #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddiemas #ficlet #fake dating

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hunnitastic · 1 year

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CAN YOU DO A FANFIC WITH WALLY FOR THE ONE BED TROPE PLEASE ID CRY

HELLO! I most certainly can!

[[Feel free to send me an asks for story requests!]]

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Art by: @/partycoffin

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Today was the day! You had been waiting all week for this day to come. Today you were going over to you dear best friend, Wally Darlings house for your very first sleepover. You had only been new to the neighborhood for a couple months and you hadn't been invited to spend the night at any of your neighbors house until today!

You were very excited when wally offered you the invite while he ran into you at wallys shop. And of course you gladly accepted. It had been years since you've been to a sleepover so you were really looking forward to it.

After packing some of your things you looked at your check-list making sure you didn't forget to bring anything. "Pajamas, toothbrush and toothpaste, slippers, favorite pillow, snacks, favorite plushie and sleeping bag....CHECK!" You happily sung as you checked off each item listed. You spent so much time making sure you has everything packed you hadn't noticed the sun was already setting. "Oh shoot! Wallys probably already waiting for me! I gotta go!" You rushed and sloppily grabbed your belongings and ran out the door over to your dear neighbors house.

You rushed by Julie who almost ran right into you. "Oh! Hi (y/n)! On your way to wallys for your sleepover?" She asked while jumping with her jump rope. You paused and looked at her jumping up and down. "Yes I am. How did you-" Julie let out a giggle. "Silly! You told about it like 100 times these past few days. I don't think I could get you to stop talking about it." She joked. "Oh gosh did I really blabbering on about it?" Julie shook her head with a bright smile on her face. "It's okay though. I'm glad you're gonna spend some time with wally! I think he likes you~" she teased wriggling her eyebrows causing you to blush. "Oh stop I'm pretty sure he's just being nice. Ah! I gotta get going. I'll talk with you later Julie!" You waved bye before making your way over to wallys.

When home noticed you they slammed their window shutters open and closed letting you know they were excited to see you. "Hi home! It's nice to see you!" You smiled, blinking as you noticed the door open. "Oh, hi wally!" You waved while clutching your bag. "Hello (y/n)" "how did you know I was already here?" You asked tilting your head to the side. "Home started making noise so I knew that you were already at my front door." Wally spoke in his calm voice while softly patting the door frame. "Come on in neighbor." Wally motioned, watching as you happily stepped inside and looked around. His house looked very clean aside from the art tools you saw laying around on the kitchen table. Along with an easel with a freshly painted picture drying near the open shutters.

"So what would you like to do before nightfalls?" You asked as you followed wally to his bedroom to set your bag down. "Hmmm..." wally hummed. "We could paint each other." He suggested. Your eyes lit up. You've never painted before and it could be pretty fun to do! "Yeah that would be really fun! Where are we gonna paint?" You asked as you followed wally back to the kitchen. "We can use the table and sit across from each other, that way it can be easier to paint one another." Wally hummed as he set up the table. On each sides of the table was a piece of paper, paint, brushes and a small bowl of water to dip your brush in. Once everything was settled the two of you started painting.

An hour had passed and you both were done painting each other's portraits. You were rather embarrassed at your painting of wally. He came out looking like a yellow gumball with the most wonkiest face ever. You don't think you even used the proper shade of yellow either. Meanwhile wallys painting of you looked absolutely gorgeous. He got everything down to the smallest details. "Wow, hehe you really are good at this. Mine looks like absolutely garbage compared to yours" you joke smiling sheepishly. "Oh no, don't say that. I think your painting of me came out very lovely (y/n)" wally softly hummed as he reached out and lightly grabbed the painting out of your hand. "I might even have to frame it and hang it on my wall." Your eyes widened. "I-I would be honored!" You stuttered.

As you let your paintings to dry on the table you suggested the next thing to do was play a game. "What kind of game shall we play then neighbor?" Wally asked as he sat on the floor in the living room watching as you walked to his bedroom and back outside holding a game board in hand. "Theres this new game I borrowed from Julie. It's called candyland! I think it might be fun to play!" You sung as you set up the board game. "That sounds fun. How do we play?" He asked picking up one of the board pieces examining it. "Uhh I'm not too sure...but there's rules we can read!" You grabbed the rule sheet and read out the rule out loud. "Well that doesn't seem so hard. What color game piece would you like to be?" You asked watching as wally looked between the 4 different colored pieces. "I'll be...red." you nodded and grabbed your game piece. "I'll be green then! Should I read the rules again before we start?" Wally shook his head as he set his game piece at the start. "Alright then. PREPARE TO LOSE!"

"How did I lose to you three times..." you questioned as you finished your final game of candyland. Wally smiled and shrugged his shoulder. "I guess I just have luck." You pouted while putting the board game back in its box. Well thats just embarrassing. First you did a really ugly painting of wally and next you lose to him 3 times at candyland! Could this be anymore humiliating? You let out a sigh and looked out the front window. The sun was getting ready to set and everyone seems to head back inside for the day. "Oh it's getting dark already! Must have lost track of time. Shall we get ready for bed?" You asked standing up. Wally simply nodded and stood up beside you before walking back to his bedroom. "I'll let you change into your pajama first. Feel free to let me know when you're ready." Wally said as he politely opened the door for you and closed it shut. Your face flushed a light red. Why must he be such a gentleman? Anything he did made your heart flutter.

You walked over to your bag and pulled out your Pajamas, slippers, toothbrush and your toothpaste...but...not your sleeping bag? Your eyes widened as you felt around the the item. Where was the sleeping bag? You grabbed the bag and flipped it upside down, dumping out the remains from inside. WHERE WAS IT? YOU WERE SURE YOU HAD PACK IT IN YOIR BAG. You started to panic as you replied the moment you pack everything in your bag before rushing out of your house. Clearly you had packed you toothbrush, toothpaste, you left the bag on your bed, your slippers....you left your bag on your bed...Oh.

You face palmed yourself. "GAH! (Y/n) how could you be such an idiot! Why did I leave it on my bed?!" You yelled out as you changed into your pj's. Your stuff the rest of your items in your bag and grabbed your brush and toothpaste. You heard a soft knock on the door. "(Y/n) is everything alright?" You heard wally ask. You quickly walked to the door and pulled it open. "OH UH...no, no everything's fine...I just-" you paused looking into the yellow puppets eyes. "I just...I forgot my sleeping bag at my house...hahah" you sheepishly laughed, gripping your brush tightly. "Oh, I see...that is a bit of a problem isn't it..." wally sounded as you allowed him to walk back inside. "Uh..I don't suppose you have a spare bed by any chance do you?" You asked. Wally shook his head while pulling out his pj's. "I'm afraid I don't." You let out a disappointed sigh. "That's fine then. I'll just sleep on the couch." You mumbled not liking the though of sleeping on that small piece of furniture.

Wally softly chuckled and walked over to you and light grasped your hands holding them lovingly in his. "Oh don't be silly. I would never let you sleep on the couch." You felt him pat the top of your hand slowly.

"We can share my bed."

Your eyes widened. SLEEP IN THE SAME BED? WITH WALLY? ALONE? This was your first sleepover and you were going to share the same bed with your neighbor all because you stupidly left your sleeping bag at home. "O-OH, I would hate to be a bother-" wally cut you off. "Dont worry neighbor. You'd never be a bother to me" he said never letting go of your hands. You swallowed a nervous lump in your throat. "Al..right then. I'll go brush my teeth and leave you to change!" You quickly spoke, before rushing out the door to the bathroom where you slammed the door closed. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your face redder then wallys necktie. You patted your cheeks and shook your head. "No, no, no calm down (y/n)! It will be ok. You're just gonna be sharing the same bed...with your neighbor...who you've only known for a little while...nothing to worry about." You spoke to yourself as you started to brush your teeth.

A hint of guilt flooded your mind. You didn't meanto leave your bag at the house! You were just so eager for the sleepover you weren't paying attention. Next time you need to be more careful. You knew Julie wanted to have a sleepover with you and frank next. Well you know what they say 'you learn from your mistakes'.

After brushing your teeth you walked back to the bedroom and out away your brush and toothpaste. You looked up and saw wally sitting at the opposite side of the bed, talking on the phone. "Oh, were you calling someone?" You asked slowly shuffling on the mattress. "Yes. I'm calling all my friends to tell them goodnight." You lightly smiled. That was such an adorable yet silly thing to do. You sat there and listened as wally said goodnight to everyone dingle friend. Your heart skipped a beat everytine he ended the phone call with "I love you." It was just the cutest thing ever. You could have sworn you heard Julie yell it back outside her window.

After bidding goodnight to every friend wally set down his phone and shuffled over towards you. "That's a very kind thing of you to do wally. Had I known you did that I would have plugged in my phone sooner." You joked while getting comfy under the blankets and grabbing your plush. "They're all my friends and I love them all very much." Wally hummed while getting under the covers as well. He glanced over at the plushie you held tight between your arms. You noticed and felt the need to explain. "OH- t-this is (doll's name). I sleep with them because I'm afraid of the dark" you softly mumbled the last part. Wally hummed, noticing the pink tint dusted on your cheeks. "That's really cute" he said. You muttered a soft 'thank you' as you buried yourself deeper in the blankets.

Wally reached over and turned off the lamp. You closed your eyes shut after the lights went out. Boy you weren't used to sleeping in a dark room. Back at your house you had a nightlight you used while sleeping.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep you felt an arm wrap around your waist. His hands softly rubbing circles around your back in circular motions. Your eyes snapped wide open as you were pulled closely to wallys chest with your plush squished in between. Blankets pulled close up to your face. "Goodnight (y/n), I love you." You smiled snuggling up against him. Feeling both his arms wrapped tightly around you. His chin nuzzling against the top of your head. A soft hum escaping from his lips. "Goodnight wally, I love you too." You hummed back before closing your eyes once more happily drifting off to sleep feeling safe and secure.

"I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping."

Oh...this was gonna be a long night.

||THE END||

[OUAGH I hope I did a ok job! I apologize it took a while to get to the good part and it was very little. My hands were getting hot while typing this on my phone😭||

#welcomehomearg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #welcomehome #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #x Reader #canon x self insert #self insert

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aerowolf · 1 month

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Fem! Reader x Scout with reader meeting Scouts Ma and/or brothers for the first time? 👉👈🥺

fem!reader meets scout's family for the first time

waahhh this ask was so cute I'm sorry it took so long !!! here ya go

includes: Scout, Scout's Ma, Scout's brothers

cute romantic, fem!reader, fluff

warnings: n/a, this is basically all fluff

You've been dating Scout for a bit now, and he decided it was time for you to meet his Ma.

You get a day away from the base and he takes you to his home to meet her; and some of his older brothers.

Note: We will be calling his brothers that you'll meet Ricky, Aaron, Lionel, Frank, and Daniel. The other two are off on business for plot reasons i guess

When you arrive at the house, Scout is holding your hand. He pulls you eagerly up the porch steps to the door and rings the bell, rocking back and forth on his heels in a cute, nervous sort of movement as he waits for his Ma to answer.

The moment the door opens, and Ma sees you, her face lights up. She recognizes you from Scout's descriptions of you when he called home and from the few photos he's sent her.

"Oh! I've heard so much about you dearie!" Her bright red lips form a grin as she takes your hand in both of hers, happy as can be. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you!"

You're quickly led into the house and told to take a seat at the table. "I can't believe my darling Jeremy finally got a girl of his own!"

Ma has a meal prepared for you, and she's very quick to set it up! She charters her older boys to set the table, but makes sure you don't have to do anything. She nudges Scout and he fumbles, realizing she wants him to help. With a sheepish smile he brings you your plate.

You're a bit overwhelmed by everyone, but they seem very friendly! You count five of the seven older brothers Scout mentioned having, and they all sit down at the long table with you and his Ma.

Though they're all at least 24, some of te younger ones are pretty rowdy, but most of them are pretty well behaved. Mama didn't raise no brats.

"All right, dears, say hello to your brother's gal!"

Each of them say your name overlapping in hellos and his, all of them seeming genuinely happy to meet you.

"Now, darling, I gotta tell you, I am so happy you're here! It's so good my baby Jerry finally has a girl in his life. I know you're just perfect and he better be treatin' you right. He is, right?" She shoots a glance at Scout.

You assure her he's doing great and she smiles, seeming relieved. He's likely had his share of messy relationships; nothing too bad of course, just him being him.

While Ma can certainly be a lot, she's much more open and inviting compared to some of the other parents of past partners you may have had. She's very easy to warm up to and you find yourself talking to her easily.

She starts telling you and embarrassing story about when Scout was younger. His brothers start laughing and she tells them all to shush. The further she goes, the more Scout's face reddens. He groans. "Aw, Ma, c'mon..."

You like hearing those stories, and you giggle when you hear them.

Lionel, Scout's third oldest brother, also starts talking. He's got a job in business, married with two little kids, and he's happy Scout's with you. He really sees that you love each other and he believes you're the best match he's had. He loves you tons.

Frank and Daniel, the twin brothers who are two years older than Scout, are by far the loudest, but they are definitely respectful towards women. When they call you ma'am, Scout's Ma winks at you. She taught 'em how to treat a lady. They ask you tons of questions, especially teasing ones about Scout, and you have fun talking to them.

Aaron, who is the next oldest after the twins, tells you that he's an aeroplane pilot. He tests aeroplanes but doesn't fly them commercially. His eyes are bright and he's more than happy to tell you about what it's like flying. "It's awesome. You go 'bout that far up and your ears pop like you're hiking or something."

Ricky is sandwiched between Aaron and Lionel in age, and he tells you he's a writer. He asks you a lot about whatever interests or profession you may have, eagerly paying attention to every word you say.

After a while, the conversations spread out, everyone talking to everyone.

Scout sits there, far more quiet than usual in this circumstance. He seems to want to talk, but only really to you or his Ma.

She senses this and shoos everyone else away, leaving just you three alone.

"Look, I'm awful sorry if that was too much for you. Everyone got so excited and wanted to see ya, ya know? But they're all done now, 'kay?"

When you're all three alone, Scout seems a lot more excited and willing to talk. He's loud as always but far more nice than he is in public, telling his Ma how much he loves you and she's so happy to see him this happy. So are you.

You're so glad Ma loves you, and you hug her tight when you have to go. She gives you a kiss on the cheek and smiles. While Scout gets in the car, she says, just to you, "take care, hun. You're the one for him, I just know it."

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nogenderbee · 4 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello, hello! Pleasure to meet thee!

Could I request Gepard, Blade, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with an s/o who loves writing stories about them because they think they're (the boys) are the most magical person in the world?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello there! Absolutely! I mostly just wrote it for their adventures but for everyone except Gepard and Jing Yuan I also tried including some past lifes... I dunno much about those two past but uhh... hopefully it was still alright!

Now I'm realizing it's probably just Dan Heng's past life I kinda know, Blade's... well it appears here too?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ when it comes to Dan Heng, it's not often he rambles about his experiences so it all must've started with you asking him a bit here and there

✧ if you're not part of Express crew, it probably started with you asking about his adventures and naturally, he answered it with some more details, figuring you may not know how it is to adventure between planets like that

✧ if you are part of the Express tho, he'll still answer your worries but they most likely won't include as much details and there will be times when he just tells you to check it by yourself next time

"Jarilo VI is actually rather nice. You should join us next time we drop by there so you can see what's interesting for you yourself. Oh, but make sure you have some jacket, just in case."

✧ he isn't trying to be mean or anything, he just figures it's the best if you see it with your own two eyes instead

✧ tho after Luofu, he was also ready for you to ask a lot about his past life and his dragon form, so he was pretty much ready for most questions

✧ he's also rarely lying about anything, he may just keep quiet if he doesn't want to share anything but that's it

✧ you definitely will know about the basics of his past life and still only if you ask

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@miya-akane - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Gepard honestly doesn't mind telling you about things he've done and places he's been at but sometimes he needs to keep quiet...

✧ he does trust you but sometimes it's just better for your safety if he won't say anything, especially if you're curious by nature

✧ but if you're the type who'll instead check something out if you won't know everything... he sometimes tells you more than he was supposed to just so you won't get into troubles

✧ once he knows that you'll ask what he did every time he get's home after long adventure, he stops waiting for your question and immidietly tells you all he can once he sees you looking at him

"Eh... I can see it in your eyes. Let me at least change into more comfortable clothing and I'll tell you everything, okey?"

✧ he's honestly surprised how you're finding any of his stories enjoyable, all he does is protect the city, beat or catch some guys sometimes and train...

✧ there's really nothing more than that but you seem to see it as if he's knight of Belebog which often causes a blush to appear on his face, especially if you tell him this compliment in person

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✧ you and Jing Yuan often have your calm cafe dates or when you just drink tea at his place or even office!

✧ during your rambles, his adventures definitely were a topic and he most certainly took notice of how much you liked them

✧ since then, he'd often tell you about even smallest adventures just to see any reaction of yours, though his goal will always be your smile

✧ he've heard quite a titles and nicknames made for him but yours is definitely the cutest

✧ I mean, you're literally saying he's magical being! It's hard not to let out small chuckle at that

✧ just to be clear tho, he's not making fun of you thinking so, rather adores your way of thinking and makes it known

"Heh~ I've heard many titles but this one is something I can carry with pride. Thank you for assigning it to me, dearest."

✧ but nothing for free! In exchange for him telling you about his adventures, he also want's to hear a bit about you! And don't you dare tell him you're not as interesting because he won't let go

✧ he'll listen to any of your stories with soft smile, making sure you know he's listening carefully, interested in every bit of your past

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ now Blade is someone who won't start babbling about himself so easily, in fact you'll have A LOT trouble getting smallest bit out of him

✧ what makes it worse, he's not using any excuses, he just tells you in the face that he won't waste time for somthing like that

"No. I'm not telling you anything that'll lead to you having even more questions. Now and ever."

✧ in the end, he has enough of your constant asking and tells you just a bit, makinig his story very brief, almost with no details but it's always first step!

✧ you might as well immidietly get to his past life because somehow, it's easier to convince him to talk about that than his last mission

✧ you literally have to lead him to the verge of bursting out with annoyence so he'll tell you anything you're interested in

✧ you better not ask too many questions at once or in one conversation or he'd quickly grow annoyed and go back to being unwilling at telling you anything

✧ and then you call him a big title? magical person? he doesn't show it but he actually appreciates the compliments and just maybe he'll tell you easier about his past if you continue to spoil his pride

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Eleven to One: Award Show Vibrations

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Kim Minju

Length: 1117 words

Tags: daddy kink, two sluts, cum hungry, bend over, quickie, cum into pussy, cum stays in pussy, sex toys, dildo, plugged with a dildo, vibrator, public stimulation/humiliation, thigh riding, dominant!you

TW: QUICKE; BARELY EDITED

Inspiration/Credit: written by @friskyriskywhisky, I got inspired and added stuff. He had the idea though, so thanks a lot! I love your asks and ideas!

(A/N: Something small while I write these bigger pieces. This takes place at a pretty undefined place in the 11 to 1 Universe, doesn't have much influence on the "story" lol. Have fun.)

"Daddy... I want it now."

"I've told you, we can't do it now, Yujinnie. I don't want to ruin your dress."

"You don't have to ruin my dress or makeup,” Yujin nags and leans over to your left ear, "I just want your warm cum inside me before I walk out there~"

Yujin turns towards Minju on her left, gently grabs her friend’s shoulders and pushes her right in front of you. What a naughty idea of Yujin. Minju is your toy for today, going to satisfy all your needs right up in the VIP box. Only guests like you, with an abundance of money and the right connections get into such a remote and unobscured place. It’s perfect to watch everything without causing any suspicion.

Guess you'll get to use your toy earlier than you thought. No foreplay is initiated, everyone is on the same page. Yujin lays down on a table with soft leather cushions placed upon it, while Minju bends over right next to her. Just like Yujin, Minju has been trained well and accepts your full length with ease. It's rare that you don't have to put up the 'tough daddy act' and get to chase your own orgasm from the get go.

Minju doesn't complain that you're already frantically thrusting into her from behind, she tries to sync up with you, pushing her ass towards you to increase the intensity. Her pussy clamps down around your cock with great tightness, but what sends your brain and balls into overdrive are her deep, breathy moans. It’s as important for your quick orgasm as her exposed ass after she bunched up her black dress or her wide hips on the palms of your hands.

You pull out of Minju and swiftly turn towards Yujin. Yujin got herself already prepared, her panties right beside her on the table, her legs spread apart ready for your deposit. With one forceful thrust inside Yujin, you inhibit yourself with all of your willpower to not ruin her right then and there. Yujin locks you in place with her legs, her heels poking your back. Naturally, you flood her insides with all the cream you saved up over an entire day.

"Yujin-unnie, the time! You have to hurry," Minju shouts, eyes focused on the clock.

"Oh shit! Your cum is still oozing out of me, Daddy, what do I do?"

Although Minju immediately dives between Yujin’s legs and does her best to clean Yujin up, there's still too much cum. With horniness from the feral act clouding your judgment, you shove dildo from your pocket right into Yujin, the suction cup at its bottom being a makeshift cover for her pussy. Being the gentleman that you are, you put her panties back on for her. To feel up her calves and thighs is certainly a nice reward for the work your fingers put in.

"This should plug you up nicely. Now get out there and do what you do best! And don't let it fall out of you, try to maintain a poker face, alright?"

"Thank you, Daddy! See you soon! Have fun with Minju-unnie!"

Yujin struts out of the room with confidence. The sound of the door closing brings you back to your senses. You remember that this was no ordinary dildo. From your other pocket you pull out an object in the same color with multiple buttons on it. With an exciting expression, you show it to Minju.

"Minmin, what do you think the range of this remote is?"

Time to find out.

Through the window on the far side of the VIP room, you see Yujin walking towards the photo zone with poise. She looks stunning, even from afar, but to get an even better visual on her, you open up the stream on your phone. You then press on the remote and notice her brows furrow for a second. In a new surge of your libido, you turn up the vibration slightly, keeping yourself from going to the strongest setting.

The inner workings of your brain run wild, your imagination makes you see the craziest pictures. Like Yujin failing to maintain her facade and squirting right on the red carpet. The dildo would slip right out of her followed by strings of your cum. Or pictures of her blushing and moaning on stream as a stream of white makes its way out, from the side of her drenched lace panties, down her thighs and then staining the red carpet itself.

You swear that her skin is glowing, her toes probably turn all white and grip the base of her high-heels. In a similar manner to how her pussy is clinging onto the toy which was meant for her Unnie. Speaking of Minju, she is also very much focused on the stream, but also on your thigh which she is slowly riding.

At one point Yujin’s hips become tilted to the side a little bit unnaturally. She crossed her legs, probably using her inner thighs to keep the dildo in place. A lip bite and unsure, fearful eyes are indicators for how much Yujin struggles to keep her composure.

"Daddy, please use MinMin instead,” Minju whines and shuffles from your thigh to your lap, “You don't want to ruin Yujin's career, right?"

You're glad that Minju Angel is here talking some sense back into your head, suppressing the demons inside you. Those demons that make you want to turn the vibration to such extremes that you could see Yujin fall to her knees through the window while spraying her cum and your cum everywhere. No matter how strong they may have been today, you turn the dial back down.

Yujin keeps pinching her dress around her waist. You realize she must be doing that to adjust the garment between her legs. The vibration turns off and you notice a sigh of relief from Yujin. With no more shenanigans or teases from you turning it up, she regains her confidence during the following interview by the hosts.

"Fuck, Minju take that remote away from me. This is too tempting."

Minju gently takes the device away and drops it somewhere behind the couch. Her face comes close to yours and with a greedy kiss, you take in her scent and the taste of her delicious lips. It’s one pair of lips you definitely got to ruin in this box. The other wraps around your fingers as they easily slip inside.

“Isn’t Minmin more tempting?” Minju says with surprising confidence. You adore her flushed cheeks for a second, her stern eyes for another second, then her tight dress for a final second.

“My Minmin has rarely looked better.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #izone smut #ive smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin smut #minju smut #kim minju smut #ive yujin smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #male reader

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silverfoxstole · 4 months

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Recording Shada in 2002.

From DWM 330, May 2003:

PAUL MCGANN

INTERVIEW BY GARY GILLATT

We first spoke in Vancouver in 1996…

[sings] Ah yes, I remember it well…

…And here we are in Bristol, years later, with James Fox and Andrew Sachs. Would you ever have thought it?

Well, when my agent was telling me about it, I thought we had a bad line. She said, ‘James Fox is in it, and Andrew Sachs, and so-and-so and such-and-such’ and I assumed I was mishearing. I mean, how could it be?

Were you familiar with the work of Douglas Adams?

Not really, only Hitchhiker’s Guide. I’m not a sci-fi reader at all, that’s not my thing. I didn’t really know a great deal about Adams – I certainly didn’t realise he was this amazing polymath. But Lalla speaks so eloquently and passionately about him, and I’ve come to understand why he was so well-loved and respected, and, of course, the quality of the script speaks for itself.

Are you enjoying playing the script?

Well, compared to last year’s plays, and the year before, you can definitely tell it’s from a different source. It has a different tack, and a whole different kind of wit. If you were at a blind tasting, and shown just a page or two of every script we’ve done, you’d easily spot that this one came from somewhere else, from a very fertile mind. It’s great stuff.

Everyone seems to have treated the script with great respect. Almost every line seems to be debated as you all try to get the best of out it.

Comedy is a very serious business. If it was a so-called straight drama, you probably wouldn’t find that much discussion.

So it’s exacting work?

Oh yes, very much so. If a thing is meant to be funny, you’ve got to make sure it’s funny, so you’ve got to get it right. In drama, your main directions are ‘quicker’, ‘slower’, ‘louder’, ‘quieter’. But on something like this you have to watch how you spin every word. It’s not something you can be lazy about.

I hear you’re missing India Fisher…

I sure am. Every time the studio door opens, I think she’s going to walk through. It’s the association with this place, where we do all these plays, and this is the first one we’ve done without her, so it seems very strange. She’ll be back next year, though, won’t she?

I certainly hope so. Will you?

Well, yes, that’s in the planning stages. Apparently, as was revealed to me yesterday, 2003 is the 40th anniversary of Doctor Who, and they’re planning something of a special with me and Davison and Sylv and Colin Baker. I think they’re going to have us as some sort of barbershop quartet or something.

So you’re still finding it fun, being the Doctor?

You sound very sure of yourself when you ask that… You’ve phrased the question to get the answer you want, I think!

Well, I guess as a fan, I’d like to think that Doctor Who likes being Doctor Who…

Well, I’ll put your mind at rest, then, because I am still enjoying it. I like working on audios more than on screen. Day in, day out, it’s just more of a laugh. Doing the visual work, on TV or in pictures, you never get to hang around with the rest of the cast. Here we can swap stories in the green room, or go off in a gang to the pub for lunch. When you’re working on pictures it’s not like that. You go in, do your little bit, and then you’re shunted off to a trailer out of the way. This is much more fun. It’s what being an actor is all about, and I have Doctor Who to thank for that opportunity.

Extracts from the recording of Shada:

The Doctor decides it’s time to get to the point. “What have you done with the Professor’s mind?” he asks.

“It will be put to a more useful purpose,” replies Skagra, haughtily.

“I would argue that it was serving a very useful purpose where it was.” ”Not to me.”

“You realise he died?” says the Doctor.

“Only his mind was of use to me,” says Skagra. “Not his life.”

“You take a very proprietorial attitude to people’s brains,” responds the Doctor, calmly.

“It seems to me,” says Skagra, his voice rising slightly, “that the Time Lords take a very proprietorial view of the Universe.”

There is a pause.

“Hold on,” says Lalla Ward, looking across the room to Nick, the director. “Surely the Doctor would be more accurate about his reference there. Skagra hasn’t stolen the Professor’s brain, only his mind.”

“That’s right,” agrees Andrew Sachs, dropping his thin, high Skagra voice. “The actual brains stay in their heads, don’t they?”

“It’s a good point,” replies Nick. “I imagine that Douglas was trying to avoid repetition of the word ‘mind’.”

“Well Douglas should have known better,” says Lalla, firmly. “And it’s a bit silly to worry about repetition of the word ‘mind’ now. It’s all ‘I want your mind, I want his mind’ for the next 60 pages.”

“So would you like me to change ‘brain’ to ‘mind’ on that line?” queries Paul McGann. “Because, y’know, I think the Doctor would be far more accurate about his reference there.”

—-

The Krag commander growls its greeting to Skagra. “What are your orders, my Lord?”

Andrew Sachs peers over his script. “Cod and chips twice, please. And a carton of mushy peas.”

—-

Paul McGann is recording assorted screams and moans to signify the Doctor’s mistreatment by Skagra’s mind-sucking sphere. “Argh!” he groans, “Aargh…ugh…aaargh!”

“Thanks, Paul,” says Nick. “That’s just brilliant.”

“Three years at RADA for that!” laughs Paul gleefully. “Would you like me to do some more?”

Nick smiles and turns to Andrew Sachs. “Now could we just do your lines as the sphere attacks the Doctor again?” Andrew nods and clears his throat. “This time, Doctor,” sneers the icy voice of Skagra, “This time no one will come to your rescue. I shall have your mind.” It’s chilling stuff.

“Y’know,” says Paul, “I believe you!”

“Poor Skagra,” says Andrew. “I have the feeling he’s a very lonely man. I think he needs a wife and kids. A talking spaceship’s no real substitute for the love of a good woman, is it?”

—-

Skagra has some seriously sexy transport, and the Doctor is stealing it.

“Ship!” shouts the Doctor. “Activate all re-aligned drive circuits.”

“Something very strange is happening,” says the ship, all sultry sibilance.

“Ta-daa!” cheers the Doctor.

Hannah Gordon is in a separate sound booth. “Should I be getting more roused there?” she asks over the loudspeaker.

“I don’t think so,” says Nick. “Just keep it honey-voiced and seductive.”

In the gallery, artist Lee Sullivan crosses his legs. “I don’t think I can take much more,” he says. “I may have to leave the room. I never found myself attracted to a spaceship before!”

In the studio, Sean Biggerstaff is fidgeting with his headphones. “It’s very strange working with a sexy, disembodied voice in your ear,” he says.

“I can’t see any downside to that,” muses Paul.

“Hey, that’s me you’re talking about,” replies Hannah in a sexy, disembodied way.

—-

An invisible spaceship,” smiles Lalla. “Such a brilliant idea from Douglas.”

“And now we have an invisible spaceship on audio,” adds Paul.

“Douglas would have laughed at that. It’s just so marvellously perverse.”

“Shall we go and explore it?”

“Oh, yes, let’s explore…”

#doctor who #eighth doctor #8th doctor #big finish #shada #paul mcgann #lalla ward #john leeson #andrew sachs #james fox #susannah harker #sean biggerstaff #hannah gordon #doctor who magazine #what poor k9 ever did to deserve a kick up the circuits is anyone’s guess #you meanie paul

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Give me the hot Elisabeth and Rebecca takes!

Sure thing! (Oh boy this turned out long.)

Elisabeth disclaimer: this is purely based on vibes. I have some knowledge of the historical background, but it’s not really my field of study.

Rebecca disclaimer: this is my field of study and I have very strong opinions on it, though I do not claim that I am always correct. I do however maintain that I could back up many of my claims if I had the time to do proper textual analysis and read secondary sources.

I genuinely think Elisabeth (the musical as it was written) is a masterpiece. The framing device, the way certain melodies mirror each other to foreshadow events or indicate character development — it’s amazing! Plus, the music is ridiculously good. 100/10. I love this musical.

Most stagings/recordings of Elisabeth since 2012 though? More than questionable. Levay/Kunze musicals in general appear to be following a pattern where the original production and a maybe one or two productions after it are full of nuance and complexity, only to have that complexity broken down and reduced over time. That is no fault of the musical itself, but a worrying trend of not trusting audience to be able to handle nuance and trying to make every element of a production more palatable and easier to handle. I hate it. Both the 1992 and the 2005 Wien productions have so much to recommend them (I can’t speak for the German productions but would humbly turn over the questions to more Elisabeth-versed mutuals like @fitzrove), but it all seems to be going downhill.

HOT TAKE: I think bringing on more and more “Broadway-sounding” performers to do both Elisabeth and Rebecca is a mistake. For me, Levay/Kunze shows have a very specific sound to them, a sound that fits into European musical theatre and makes sense for when and where they were created. Hiring almost exclusively people with a way more modern, belt-y sound is not a direction I personally like for these shows. Don’t get me wrong, this is not about any specific performers, it’s about trying to change the sound of these shows into something more akin to a big Broadway musical and that really doesn’t work for me. Both Elisabeth and Rebecca are so idiosyncratic in how they sound and how they’re written, trying to make them fit into a mould they don’t belong in does them a disservice. (Looking at you, VBW.)

Maybe not a hot take: but I love the 2005 Wien production of Elisabeth so much. It was my first exposure to the musical and remains my go-to cast album. It certainly has faults and I totally understand why people might gravitate towards different productions, but since I haven’t listened to the full 1992 Wien and 2001 Essen (?) productions yet, I can only compare it to 2012.

REBECCA HOT TAKE: Michael Kunze has stated that he views Rebecca as first and foremost a love story and I think he is WRONG. Daphne du Maurier herself would probably think he was wrong (seeing as she hated the story being described as a romance). This is a core problem with Rebecca das Musical. There are many things to love (Danny, Danny, Beatrice, and did I mention Danny?), but in my opinion, the whole “this is a great love story” angle does it a huge disservice. Let’s make it weirder! Let’s make it as bleak as it fucking is! (Probably not a crowd pleaser but let me have my fun).

Rebecca the musical could have done with some serious editing.

The Magdeburg production of Rebecca, which I am aware was not very accessible to a lot of people, might be one of the best productions of Rebecca ever. Kerstin Ibald absolutely knocked it out of the park with her Mrs Danvers and gave her all the nuance and emotion we so desperately crave. Her Danny is so broken, so lost. Patrick Stanke’s Maxim strikes the perfect balance between the haughty upperclass Englishman who takes kind of a fatherly tone with his young wive, and the haunted, jealous husband who absolutely did murder his first wife. Also in this production Maxim and Ich finally have some chemistry! This production’s Ich (Sibylle Lambrecht, I think) has such a great character arc and it is completely believable that she is into Maxim, even (or especially??) after his confession. Plus, the set design was amazing!!!

More Rebecca hot takes that I’ve definitely brought up before: I know we all like to write Ich as a repressed queer woman who ends up not being all that into Maxim, but honestly, she probably is very attracted to him. We can speculate about the why, but like, it is strongly implied that they have sex for the first time shortly after Maxim’s confession. She wants him.

I maintain and will die on this hill that making Danny sing “Ich liebte sie, doch sie hat mich verraten” is a mistake. I mean, yes please let Danny tell us she loved Rebecca, but come on. Danny doesn’t lose her faith in Rebecca. She doesn’t stop idolising Rebecca. Whatever her reasons for setting Manderley on fire may be it’s not that she thinks Rebecca betrayed her. I don’t even think Danny thinks highly enough of herself to even consider feeling betrayed by Rebecca. Rebecca is god to her.

I definitely have more, but this post is really long and I’m running out of steam… Hope you enjoyed!

#rebecca das musical #Elisabeth das musical #hot takes #really these are hot takes #these are my strong strong opinions #doesn’t mean they’re objectively correct or anything #I just strongly believe in them #thank you

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wing-ed-thing · 7 months

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Best Friend Headcanons with Mikasa Ackerman

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 In an almost stark comparison to the prospect of pursuing a romantic relationship with Mikasa, a friendship with her is a lot more open, vulnerable, and you'll find that sharing is much easier.

𓆃 Not to say that Mikasa is overly cuddly in any sense, but she is far more at ease with someone who is not only her equal, but offers a "lower stakes" relationship.

𓆃 Comfort will be your base, falling into a natural comfortability with each other though time spent together.

𓆃 Not too much of a chatterbox, you can certainly count on doing activities together with some light talk sprinkled in. Whether you're training together or taking a casual walk to the market because Mikasa's run out of one product or another, she appreciates the almost spontaneous times you spend together.

𓆃 She really enjoys unplanned adventures, no matter how dull.

𓆃 Take her on all your errands; Mikasa will hold your bags. Tell her how you need to blow off some steam and it's just the two of you in the gym.

𓆃 While Mikasa enjoys the physical activities like working out, you usually end up sitting with each other on the floor (especially when you choose to work out after dinner in the evenings).

𓆃 You'll just sit on the floor together in the middle of the gym or training grounds while you tell Mikasa a painfully detailed story about something that happened three days prior.

𓆃 And no she does not notice that she's hugging the dumbbell like a teddy bear.

𓆃 Mikasa is a nodder. It's actually very jarring how much she nods when she listens to you because she'll stare you right in the face and nod after every sentence.

𓆃 Save for the times where what you're saying pisses her off, of course. Then suddenly there's no nodding, just a blank stare.

𓆃 You're talking about a peer who screwed you over or a date that stood you up at the restaurant. Oh, Mikasa is pissed. She's the kind of friend who gets pissed for you and gets even angrier than you ever were about the situation.

𓆃 Refreshingly validating!

𓆃 She's also not afraid to say the harsh thing out loud whether it's, "That guy sounds like a dick," or, "What do you mean you said 'thank you'?"

𓆃 She can get rather harsh about your decisions, especially if it doesn't follow the logic of what she thinks you should have done. The instances are few and far between, but they can make you feel worse about a situation. In the end, she's trying to help so communicating is your best bet.

𓆃 Can and will take you by the hand or loop her arm around yours. There's a big event happening in town and she's so excited she just wraps her arm around yours as the both of you run together!

𓆃 For as quiet and stoic as she is, Mikasa is surprisingly emotionally intuitive, making her a surprisingly good support when you need someone to listen.

𓆃 Overall a really great friend and a surprisingly fun friendship.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #mikasa headcanons #mikasa headcanon #aot headcanons #aot headcanon #x reader #x you #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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A Lazy Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @gypsy-girl-08 ‘s 3K follower celebration

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader (Blind Date)

Summary: Tommy comes home to find (Y/N) and Charlie spending some time together in the backyard. Instead of going right to his office, he decides to join in.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2296

A/N: congratulations on this amazing milestone @gypsy-girl-08 !! I hope I did your lovely Blind Date couple justice…I had so much fun exploring the adorable relationship that (Y/N) and Charlie share in the story. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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"(Y/N), come on!" Charlie exclaimed, a wide smile on his face as he slipped his feet into his shoes.

"Where're we going?" (Y/N) asked as she sipped on her coffee. It's still too early for this, she thought to herself before laughing slightly. It was already one in the afternoon. But she was taking the day off and had full intentions of doing nothing. She'd most definitely make an exception for Charlie though.

"Outside to play," he told her, moving over to the door that went to the backyard. He grabbed hold of the knob before spinning around to face her again. "Come on!" he exclaimed, putting a lot of emphasis on the second word.

"O-k!" (Y/N) copied the child, making him giggle as she moved over to the sink to discard her empty cup. "I've got to get changed first...I'll meet you out there?" she wagered with him, deciding that it wouldn't be the best idea to go running around in a fuzzy robe.

"Ok," Charlie quickly agreed before he opened the door and went running out.

(Y/N) sighed and rushed over to the door so that she could close it. "Close the door next time, please!" she called to him, shaking her head slightly. He still hadn't broken this habit of his yet. Thankfully she was there this time, or else they'd be having woodland critters running about their house.

Charlie barely acknowledged (Y/N)'s statement as he rushed over to his wooden playset, climbing up the rock wall as soon as he got to it. (Y/N) smiled at him before she closed the door and proceeded to go upstairs to the room that she and Tommy shared. Tommy.

Things had been so good between the two of them lately. For once, there was no danger looming, or important business deals on the table. He'd wanted to stay home today, but got called in because Michael wanted to have a talk about some of their recent acquisitions. It certainly took some coaxing from (Y/N) to get him out the door, and he left with a promise that they'd all spend some family time together when he got back.

(Y/N) changed into a pair of comfortable pants and a hoodie. She then slipped her feet into a pair of shoes before tying her hair up so that it was out of her eyes. Deeming herself ready for whatever it was that Charlie was going to suck her into, she grabbed her phone and exited the bedroom.

"Charlie?!" she called out as she exited the house through its back door.

"Up here, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, waving his hands from the highest point of the playset.

"Oh my goodness, look at how high you are!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes and smile wide as she looked up at the child.

"Come up here with me!" he called to her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I don't know if I'll be able to get up there," she stated, looking at all of the possible pathways she could take to get up to the spot that he was occupying.

"Of course you can. Just take the steps!" he answered her like it was a super simple math problem.

"How silly of me not to realize that," (Y/N) stated with a grin, making the child giggle before he continued on with beckoning her up the steps to the highest point of the playset. "Alright, I'm comin'!" she called to him, finally giving into his desires as she began climbing the steps.

"Look at how high we are, (Y/N)!" Charlie exclaimed when finally she joined him.

"We are high," (Y/N) agreed with a nod, "I can see my house from here," she added while stifling her laughter.

"That's because it's right there," the child pointed out, catching onto her silly joke as they both began giggling about it.

"What do we do now?" she asked him after their laughter had died down.

Charlie tapped his chin, showing her that he was thinking about her question. "You're it!" he exclaimed out of nowhere, tapping her on the arm before he quickly slid down the spiral slide that was attached to the playset.

"Charlie!" she shrieked out of shock, "that's no fair!" she added, then sliding down herself.

It wasn't as smooth for her as it was for the boy, being that her body was bigger and the slide was meant for children, but she managed to make it down. To her surprise, Charlie was waiting at the base for her, giggling like a fool as he watched her try to clamber up from the piece of playground equipment.

"I'm so going to get you, you stinker!" she exclaimed as she jumped up and started chasing him.

Charlie was laughing loudly as he stayed two steps ahead of (Y/N), checking over his shoulder every so often to make sure that he still had the upper hand. "I'm too fast for you, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, his words coming out between his giggles as he did a loop around the playset.

"Not fast enough!" (Y/N) answered as she reached out and scooped him up in her arms, making him laugh even louder as she twirled him around a few times. "You're it!" she exclaimed victoriously as she set him back down on the ground. His laughter was infectious, and it made her start laughing as well.

"Tag!" he exclaimed, tapping her on her arm again, obviously using his elated reaction to distract her so that he could make her the tagger again.

"Charlie!" she shrieked like she did the last time, her mouth agape when she realized that she'd now have to catch him again. He was certainly just like his father in the sense that he knew the right time to make his move...and he always made it.

"You can't get me, (Y/N)!" he sing-songed, bursting into giggles again. (Y/N) only shook her head with a smile before she went running after him again.

——

"Is there a reason why you're hiding behind the patio furniture?" Tommy's voice came from up above, making (Y/N) jump as it disturbed her silence.

"Shh, Tommy! Please stop talking!" she responded in a harsh whisper, glaring at him before she went back to intently listening for any sign of Charlie.

"That didn't answer my question," he told her, his brows furrowed together now.

"Charlie and I..." she paused, listening for the child, "we're playing hide and seek..." she stopped again, her head on a swivel, "and I've been hiding for the last fifteen minutes."

"That's probably because he didn't think to look over here at all," Tommy pointed out, making (Y/N) glare at him again. She was totally proud of her hiding spot choice, and wasn't going to let him diminish it. "Charlie!" he called out then. (Y/N) almost blew up on him for giving away her position, but then she realized that he was walking away from her.

"Dad!" she heard the boy yell excitedly. Half of her wanted to just stand up and see their reunion. Seeing Tommy with his son got her going like very few other things did.

"How's my boy, eh?" Tommy asked the child as he scooped him up into his arms.

"I'm looking for (Y/N). She's chosen a good hiding spot," Charlie told his father. Tommy nodded his head, playing along and keeping (Y/N)'s hiding spot a secret. "Could you help me?" he asked then, sending his best pleading gaze.

Tommy tried to resist, but he really couldn't, so he exhaled a dramatic sigh after a few seconds. "I guess I can," he said, sending Charlie a wink then.

"Follow me!" Charlie exclaimed as he wiggled out of his father's grip. Once he was on the ground, he grabbed Tommy's hand and began walking in the direction of his playset. "I haven't checked here...or out by the stables," he rattled off the places he'd yet to search, "and she wouldn't go in the house because we said that that's off-limits."

Tommy nodded along as he walked over to the playset. After helping Charlie look there for a few minutes, he crouched down beside him. "I know where (Y/N) is," he said, his voice hushed.

"You do?" Charlie responded, a little too loudly for his father's liking.

Tommy put his index finger up in front of his mouth, a non verbal way to get the boy to lower his volume. "She's on the patio...behind the sofa," he whispered then, pointing in that direction for added effect.

Charlie nodded profusely upon hearing this information, grinning like a fool as he took off, sneakily running in the direction of the house. He did his best to stay quiet as he snuck around the sofa. "Found you!" he shrieked as he discovered (Y/N).

"Charlie!" (Y/N) responded in a similar tone, her eyes wide as she jumped up from her spot. She couldn't help but grin at his excited giggles before she turned to see Tommy standing at the edge of the patio. "You helped him!" she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"I did no such thing," Tommy disputed, holding his hands up in an attempt to show his innocence.

"Charlie?" (Y/N) turned to the boy, her eyebrow raised.

Charlie looked at (Y/N), glanced over at Tommy, and then settled his gaze back on the woman. "He helped me," he then said in an exaggerated whisper.

"I knew it!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she gave Tommy the 'are you serious' look.

Tommy held his hands up again, this time in surrender, as he made his way over to (Y/N). "I had to, love," he started, hooking his arms around her waist, "I couldn't wait much longer for a kiss," he admitted to her, a grin on his face as his hands dropped down to her backside and pressed into her skin gently. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel the butterflies erupt in her stomach when he looked at her like this.

She let him press a kiss to her lips before sharing her response, "I can't be mad at you when you put it that way," she said, a similar grin on her face as Tommy chuckled. "You look very good, by the way," she added, giving him a once over then - as best as she could while she was so close to him. He had on a brown overcoat rather than his normal black one, and it was opened to show his grey, textured suit and black button down.

"You think?" he raised his eyebrows at her statement.

"Oh yes," she agreed with a grin, "whoever chose that coat for you should really get some recognition…they did good."

Tommy laughed again at her statement, the both of them knowing full-well that she'd bought the coat for him. "I'll make sure to let her know what you think of it," he told her, carrying on with the joke.

"Please do," she rolled with it, draping her arms over his shoulders before she leaned in to kiss him again.

"You look good too," he complimented her then, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

"It's a hoodie and some pants," (Y/N) commented on her attire choice.

"You could pull anything off, love," he grinned, looking her in the eyes.

"Tommy..." she trailed off.

"Just bein’ honest," he defended himself, "although I like you in nothin' the most," he added, his voice dropping so that only they could hear his suggestive comment. (Y/N) said nothing in response, but her wide eyes told Tommy everything he needed to know.

"Dad!" Charlie's voice interjected into their conversation, "could you come push me?"

Tommy finally looked away from (Y/N) to see his son sitting on one of the swings his playset had. "Sure, Charlie! I'll be right over!" he called back, his answer making the boy smile.

"I'll go in and start making dinner," (Y/N) announced her plans.

"Sounds good," Tommy agreed with her idea.

"Are you done for the day?" she asked him, hoping that he'd finished his business and wasn't just going to be home for a short time.

"Yes," he answered with a nod, "I'm home for the rest of the day."

"Perfect," (Y/N)'s smile widened upon hearing his answer, "we're having a lazy day now."

"There's nothin' I'd want more right now, love," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her lips again. One kiss turned into two, which turned into (Y/N) hooking her arms around his neck so that he couldn't leave her.

"You comin', dad?!" Charlie's voice broke into their moment, reminding them that he'd been waiting for someone to push him on the swing.

Tommy groaned slightly as (Y/N) pulled away, making her chuckle at his reaction. "Go," she told him, her breath fanning against his lips.

"One more," he wagered, his eyes locked onto hers again.

"Fine," she huffed dramatically before leaning in and kissing his lips again.

"Thank you," he mumbled against her lips, stealing one more before they broke away from each other and went to do what they were supposed to.

(Y/N) smiled as she made her way into the house and started making a simple meal for them to have. She couldn't help the fact that its prep time took twice as long as it normally should. She was distracted by Tommy and Charlie playing around outside. For once, everything seemed normal, and she wasn't about to let this moment slip away so easily.

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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Omg i Live your writing sm ❤️❤️

I would love to like have a ninjago Kai x fem/reader okay so basically it’s like a good friend of Lloyd in school and they do everything together but Kai has like a crush kn her since idk a year (like pretty long) and Kai’s jealous so he tried to be friends with her but she disagrees (not in his face but she’s like idk how to explane but she like doesn’t really talks to him and everything uk?) but he doesn’t know she has a crush on him too and is too shy to speak to him . But one time she told Lloyd and Lloyd knew Kai loves her too so she like make a date without them knowing idk just like Kai and Lloyd were suppose to meet at the same time as Lloyd and y/n and Lloyd then says to them both he doesn’t have any time so they do sth together and then like it’s a love story u can think of sth here 🫶🏼

Yes ofc!! We need more innocent schemes from Lloyd in this world

Word count: 1.1k

Ninjago - Lloyd Sets You Up with Kai

You closed your locker, nearly jumping out of your skin to find that someone had been waiting behind its door.

Spiky brown hair with warm eyes and a little smirk, you’d recognize hum anywhere. It was Kai Smith, a boy in your grade. You certainly knew about him, but you’d never actually spoken. Perhaps that was why your heart raced nervously at his alarmingly close proximity.

“Hey,” he greeted you.

“Um, hi.” You walked past him, eager to dodge the uncomfortable encounter.

That was weird…

The weirdness didn’t end there. Almost every day after that, Kai would try to talk with you. You didn’t understand why he was so interested; frankly, you were skeptical of his motives. So, you avoided him as best as you could. Luckily you had your friend Lloyd to use as an excuse to leave him.

“Hey, you got any plans for lunch today?”

“I’m sitting with my friend Lloyd.”

You didn’t stay long enough to see the disdain on his face at the mention of that name. Nor did you see his harsh glares at the two of you from across the cafeteria throughout the entire lunch period.

“Hey, you’re friends with Kai, right?”

Lloyd nodded, more focused on shoveling rice into his mouth at the moment.

“Do you know why he keeps trying to talk to me?”

Lloyd froze. His eyes bulging as they locked on his tray in shock. He did, indeed, know why Kai was trying to talk with you. But that wasn’t his secret to tell. Even though you were best friends, Lloyd was loyal to all of his buddies, and he’d never reveal their secrets.

“I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind if he was trying to get close to me… he is pretty cute, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on him, but…” You shook your head, cheeks going a little pink. “I’m way too shy for this.”

Too shy, eh? Lloyd thought to himself mischievously. We’ll see what we can do about that.

A couple days later, a sunny Saturday, Lloyd invited you to the arcade. Naturally you agreed, so you met up at his place and headed down together.

Arriving at the arcade, you were perplexed as Lloyd began to wave eagerly. Scanning the area, you spotted the person giving a corresponding wave. Your heart dropped. Spiky brown hair, warm eyes, a little smirk. Kai.

“What’s he doing here?” You whispered hastily to Lloyd before Kai could get within listening range.

“I invited him. It’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

“Hey Lloyd! I, uh, I didn’t know you invited Y/n, too.”

“I guess I forgot to tell you,” Lloyd replied innocently. “Oops.”

Then, with an exaggerated expression of shock, Lloyd whipped out his phone. “Ack! Speaking of forgetting, I totally spaced on my fish’s funeral! Oh, man, it’s in ten minutes! Sorry guys, I really gotta go. You two should have fun together though; don’t let me ruin a good date—er, hangout!”

You both stood dumbstruck as Lloyd hurried out of the arcade.

“Lloyd doesn’t even have a fish,” you grumbled.

“Yeah, and since when does he forget to tell me who he’s bringing to hangouts?”

You shook your head. Clearly he had some sort of scheme afoot, and you were determined to figure it out. In the meantime, though…

“Um, so… what kind of games do you like?” Kai glanced nervously at you.

“I like the racing game they have here,” you responded automatically, forgetting your shyness for half a second. You felt your face heat up when Kai smiled at you, taking your hand and leading you to the machine.

“I knew you had good taste in games.”

“This is something you’ve thought about?”

Kai took one of the two seats on the machine, and in the dim glow from the screen you could see him blushing. “I think about you a lot.”

Unsure of what to say to that, you took the place next to him. You played several rounds, becoming more and more disappointed in yourself as your performance declined. Kai’s words just wouldn’t stop echoing in your mind. You were distracted.

Little did you know that Kai was in a similar state. Why did I say that? He kept asking himself. Stealing fleeting glances at you only further declined his abilities.

“You guys suck at this game,” a child’s voice came from behind you after yet another round. “Let someone with actual talent have a turn.”

You both chuckled awkwardly, scrambling off the machine to let the kid have his turn.

“I’m normally not that bad,” you defended yourself as you browsed the other games.

“Me neither.”

“I guess being with you just made me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?”

“N-not in a bad way! Not in a bad way at all…”

“Does this make you nervous?” Kai brushed his hand against yours as you walked, making you look down with wide eyes.

“I don’t know. Does this make you nervous?” In a sudden bold gesture, you locked pinkies with him.

You could practically see his brain buzzing. “No. Actually, that’s quite nice.”

You looked away with a shy smile, certain that your face was as red as a barn.

It was several hours before Lloyd contacted you next. He said that the funeral (which you both doubted was real) was taking way too long and that you should head home without him.

“This was nice, Kai. I guess I’ll head home now.”

“A lady like yourself? Alone? At night? No way. I’ll walk you home.”

Too flustered to decline the offer, you let him escort you home. You weren’t ungrateful; no, this just meant that you got to spend more time with him. He had proven to be fantastic company in the arcade, and you were eager to see more of him in the future.

“Well, this is my place.” You turned to face Kai, wishing you could prolong the moment for much longer.

“I’ll see you at school on Monday.”

Monday seemed an eternity away. A lightbulb abruptly illuminated in your mind. “Here, just take my number.”

You exchanged numbers, finally bidding each other goodbye with promises of texting in the morning.

You flopped onto your bed, singing in dreamy disbelief. Did that really just happen? Did you really just finally befriend your crush?

A buzz from your phone confirmed it. It was from Kai.

Tonight was fun. Can’t wait to see you again :)

It took everything in you not to squeal as you kicked your feet aggressively. It was real after all!

That night, you both dreamed of futures filled with flowers and kisses, hand-holding and her/him.

Thank you for this awesome request! And thanks for reading, take care guys <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #kai smith #kai smith x reader #kai x reader #kai ninjago

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desultory-novice · 9 months

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So, I recently played Kirby's Star Stacker on NSO, and...

Well, I now understand why this version never released in North America (I want to send the screenshot soooooooo badly!) 😂

Ah, yes! Sorry about having media asks turned off! After some of the horror stories I've heard, I just didn't consider it worth the risk.

But yes!

I love this image so much! Actually, I love so much about the adorable little cutscenes in Star Stacker! Meta Knight without his mask (...and gloves! You can see his little orb hands!) doing his darndest to still look like a cool tough warrior as he stands on the tallest possible hill (not that tall) and says "We shall meet again!!"

...Meta Knight... Oh Meta Knight... /positive

Now, then I assume there were probably many factors involved in Star Stacker not coming over to the west. It was released quite late into the SNES's lifespan for one, a year before the console was discontinued in NA. And it was a "remake" of a game that may not even have sold all that well the first time...

I hate to say it (especially as someone who values story and characters in video games) but an added "story mode" was almost certainly not considered a "selling point" to make it worth anyone's investment. Unfortunately, video games were still sold on their edginess to the teenage boy market in those days and a pastel-themed block matching game isn't getting any backing...

Grr...

Sorry. Just remembering how many good games my generation missed out on for stupid reasons. Games that I consider the best the system had to offer: Live a Live... Secret Treasure of the Rudras... Trials of Mana... Tales of Phantasia...

Ahem...

BUT the fact that Kirby and friends canonically go drinking at a bar if you lose probably didn't win it any points on its localizability and would have almost certainly caught the eyes of the VERY fierce, VERY determined censors of those days!

Of course, the funny thing about this is the bottle Kine is drinking from actually reads "Ocean Water" and is NOT alcohol! NoA wouldn't even have had to censor it, just translate it and you're clear!

...Although I'm sure if they had, rumors would have persisted for years that in "the original" Kine was actually drinking booze!

Maybe it wouldn't have mattered though, because Coo certainly looks ready to hit the hard liquor lined up on that shelf. ^_-

Actually, looking closely at the image, all the triangle motifs, I wonder if this is some kind of Dedede-themed Bar & Karaoke establishment? Seems they didn't bother rebuilding it after Kirby's infamously destructive singing voice wrecked the place!

...Man, there is something so utterly charming about the SNES era of Kirby! Star Stacker plays right into DL3's watercolor pencil artstyle and I love it and miss it, on occasion.

Unpopular opinion, perhaps, but I hope that our next Kirby game is not a big expansive mainline title but another "full-bodied" spinoff. Not a contentless fluff spinoff, like Dream Buffet or the 15 minute mini-games of the 3DS entries but something a little more comfy and fun, like Epic Yarn or Rainbow Curse! Something where you can have a bunch of characters reunite to do something silly and ridiculous like play competitive puzzle-matching or bubble-wrap popping (...or Air-Riding...) and pretend like it is serious business(tm)!

#Kirby #Kirby Star Stacker #Dess Quick Asks #Dess Ramblings #animal friends kirby #Rick Kirby #Kine Kirby #Coo Kirby

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bluerose5 · 2 months

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A Matter of Self-Preservation

Pairing: Zevran/Astarion

Word Count: 5,257

Summary: Zevran did the unthinkable and left Astarion behind in camp.

Naturally, Astarion didn't take so kindly to the fact that he returned injured.

Read on ao3 or continue below.

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Astarion was trying not to worry.

Fat lot of good that did him.

It was a strange sensation though, he had to admit, worrying about somebody else other than himself. Of course, he brushed off those feelings as best as he could, telling himself that he was only concerned because any harm to Zevran meant that his own protection was compromised.

Caring for his well-being was a matter of self-preservation, and that was all.

Sad to say, Astarion couldn't even convince himself at that point, but he would continue to believe the lie for as long as possible.

Zevran rarely went anywhere without him. He was a fun sort, a kindred spirit. He wasn't afraid to admit that he was a liar, a murderer, and a thief. He was skilled and a professional at that, both from his time as an assassin and from his time fighting alongside his friend, the one that he called "the Warden."

It was a point of pride for him, but he didn't try to pretend to be anything he wasn't.

Astarion liked that about him. He went where he wanted, did as he pleased.

Dare he say, Astarion almost envied him for that, but Zevran was free of his shackles now. They were at different points in their respective stories, so Astarion chose to view him as a source of inspiration, rather than one of jealousy.

Besides, they did work oh so well together.

That was, until Zevran decided to leave him behind at camp.

Astarion tried not to be petty about it, even as he huffed and pouted, but Zevran stood his ground.

Truth be told —although he loathed to admit it— Astarion believed that the reason why he didn't want to stay behind was because he actually liked Zevran’s company.

He liked spending time with him, so he was feeling a tad bit rejected, to say the least.

It certainly didn't help matters that Astarion blew it the other night with him. What should have been a fun night of passion soured in the face of Astarion's ulterior motives.

Zevran was no fool. Astarion would give him that.

He might not have caught on at first to Astarion's act, but he did catch on, and that was the end of that.

Probably what made it worse was the fact that Zevran wasn't upset about it in the slightest. No, instead, he was understanding, and they–they…

They spent the night in each other's arms.

He told Astarion about his days in Antiva, about his adventures during the Blight.

Eventually, he fell asleep —which, a sleeping elf was a sight in and of itself— and Astarion entered his trance.

They hadn't brought it up again since then.

So excuse Astarion for feeling as if he was cast aside!

While Zevran was off with the others, Gale was busy trying to drown out his pain by burying himself into the latest scrolls Zevran got him, and Lae'zel continued training when she wasn't tending to her growing collection of weapons.

Which left Astarion alone with a million thoughts running through his mind.

At first, he remained holed up in his tent, pretending to read a book to pass the time, but it wasn't long before he yearned to feel the sun's warmth on his skin again. It was a bright, beautiful day, one that he did not intend to waste.

He set out on a walk along the river to stretch his legs. Well, it became more like pacing at times, but it got the job done nonetheless.

After a while, he slowed to a stop and stared out over the water.

Willing his mind to calm, he stood there, basking in the sunlight. With his arms outstretched, he closed his eyes, lost in the moment. He stilled his mind in a way not too dissimilar from how he meditated throughout his trances, but it didn't take long before his thoughts ventured to other matters.

It was all too easy to revisit their night together in the safety of his own thoughts.

He could still feel his lips tingling from a multitude of kisses. He could still feel the heat of Zevran’s body pressed up against his.

He could still smell his blood, could still taste him on his tongue, warm yet sweet.

It was so potent, how his scent clung to the air, even now.

Wait.

Astarion's eyes shot open.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled, long and deep.

That wasn't just his memory.

He could smell that familiar, metallic tang of fresh blood.

Zevran’s fresh blood.

Astarion swallowed thickly, his mouth watering.

Without thinking, he darted back towards camp, his footsteps silent, each one as unnaturally light as the last.

The closer he got, the stronger that scent grew.

Astarion heard them talking before he saw them.

He all but materialized out of thin air so far as the others were concerned, popping up behind Karlach without so much as a warning.

His words escaped in a low, threatening hiss.

“Where is he?”

Karlach, being the first unfortunate soul he happened upon, jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance.

He didn't even wait for her response before rushing forward, but Karlach made sure to voice her unease.

“Fucking Hells, fangs, give me a warning next time you go creeping up behind me, yeah?” she grunted, scowling at him, which he was quick to return with a sneer of his own.

“Apologies for making you feel uncomfortable, my dear,” he deadpanned, “when you're clearly the one whose comfort takes priority right now.”

“No need to be an ass,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, but he paid her no mind.

He shoved past Wyll and Shadowheart to get to Zevran without delay, looking him over the instant he was within reach.

Zevran blinked owlishly at him.

In addition to the myriad of bruises he was now sporting, Zevran was covered in blood, his own blood from head to toe. If he moved too fast, there was the slightest catch in his breathing that Astarion could just barely discern. He cradled his right side when he shifted, but Astarion was able to pick up on the small wince that he tried to hide.

Astarion's head snapped towards the others at breakneck speed. He pinned them in place with a menacing glare, his eyes as black as night.

When he spoke, his lips kept twitching with every other word, itching to curl back to expose his teeth.

“What happened?” he asked, a sharp edge underlying his deceptively calm tone.

“Auntie Ethel revealed herself to be a hag,” Wyll explained, undeterred by Astarion's antics, “so we hunted her.”

He made it sound so simple.

“Auntie Ethel?” Astarion repeated. “As in that old woman that offered to cure us?”

“A tempting enough offer, I might add,” Zevran said, “until she asked for one of my eyes in exchange without elaborating on why she wanted it in the first place. I don't know much about your hags, but she reminded me too much of the Witches of the Wilds from my lands. From my experience, they tend to have more in store for you than they let on. Plus—” He shrugged, completely unbothered. “—I happen to like my eyes inside of my head. They are a pretty pair, no?”

“You have to admire his priorities. Vanity over ceremorphosis. How practical,” Shadowheart chuckled. She leaned around Astarion to smirk at him. “Very pretty indeed, Zevran.”

This time, Astarion didn't even try to refrain.

He bared his fangs at her in warning, but Shadowheart took her sweet time before backing away.

The sudden racing of her heart betrayed her, though. Try as she may to escape it, her baser instincts reacted to Astarion's close proximity with fear. Because, at the end of the day, he was still a monster, and they were still his prey.

“Thank you, my dear,” Zevran crooned. “I knew you would understand.”

Karlach, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, decided to chime in at that point, “We also saved one of the hag’s victims. Mayrina!”

“Oh, but of course,” Astarion mocked. As he continued, he turned his attention to Zevran. His nails had sharpened into claws by then, so he took hold of Zevran's chin with the utmost care, turning it this way and that as he surveyed the damage. “It simply wouldn't be an adventure with you and the esteemed Blade of Frontiers without some grand display of heroism.”

He scoffed with a roll of his eyes, sparing them both an unimpressed glance.

“So long as the damsel in distress is saved, then all is well, right?” His lips stretched into a strained smile, his fangs poking into his bottom lip. He lowered his voice into a growl. “Nevermind the fact that our illustrious leader got hurt in the process.”

Were he capable of spewing venom, it would have been dripping from his lips. It was clear what he thought of them in that moment.

Had he been there, then this wouldn't have happened.

He would've stopped it, watched Zevran’s back better than any of them ever could.

Zevran allowed Astarion to poke and prod to his heart's content, but he could sense the tension spiking amongst those gathered.

“Hey, I'll have you know that not only did we save the damsel in distress, all heroically and what-not, but I also deceived the hag into rewarding me with a boon of great power,” Zevran told him. “Well worth a few bruises here and there, I must say. I know that I have suffered far worse for way less in the past.”

“How reassuring, my dear,” Astarion said, wrinkling his nose in disdain.

“Truly, a win-win situation for all involved. Everyone is happy.” Zevran took one look at Astarion and amended his statement. “Well, almost everyone.”

Astarion huffed.

“Excuse me for being concerned.”

“Ah, yes,” Wyll taunted, “concerned that you won't be able to indulge in your favorite late-night snack again?”

Astarion's body took a step forward of its own volition, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.

Luckily, Zevran caught him by the wrist and reeled him back in before they could turn the camp into a bloodbath.

“Come now. No need to get so hostile,” Zevran teased, drawing him in close by the waistband of his pants. “Shadowheart dealt with the worst of my injuries.”

“So this isn't even the ‘worst of it’ then?” Astarion snapped, his eyes narrowed, body tense.

“You're welcome, by the way,” Shadowheart interrupted, “for bringing him back in one piece.” She shook her head at both of them. “What a chore that turned out to be.”

“Ha!” Zevran didn't even give Astarion a chance to retort. “What can I say but that I like to keep people on their toes? If my dearest Astarion is so worried though, perhaps he can assist me with bathing. I still have some wounds that need tending to.”

Astarion grabbed his hand the second it was offered, but he ignored the mess of blood, wrapping Zevran up in a tight embrace. With his lips pressed against Zevran’s temple, his gaze darted between the others, never settling for long.

Karlach and Wyll were quick to dismiss themselves, Shadowheart not too far behind.

“On that note, here,” she said. She all but shoved a bag at them, potions and bottles clinking around from within. “Got this out of our camp supplies. Should be enough in there to finish patching him up. Try not to need me.”

She departed then, which left Zevran with a rather clingy vampire to deal with.

Never far from his reach, Zevran grabbed a few more items from their supplies before leading Astarion towards the nearby river.

Zevran furrowed his brow at him in concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, only once he was sure they were out of earshot from the others. “My dear, I am hardly on my deathbed here.”

With his bottom lip poked out into a pout, Astarion picked at his claws, intently focused on such a task.

“Of course I'm okay,” he answered. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Zevran said, each word thick with sarcasm. “Hear me out. Maybe, just maybe, I ask because you were one step away from ripping out everyone else's throats a second ago.”

“Hmph, would've served them right.”

“Astarion,” Zevran chuckled, “I thought we agreed that you would only kill people who aren't useful to us.”

“You suggested that once, yes, but perhaps I will choose to ignore those terms.”

Placing his hands on his hips, Zevran raised a brow at him with a smirk.

“Look, I—” Astarion waved his hands around in a vague sort of gesture. Eventually, he resigned himself to the truth, releasing a weary sigh. “I just hate the thought of you getting hurt while I'm not there.”

Zevran read between the lines well enough.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, head cocked to the side. “You're upset because I left you here in camp?”

“All I'm saying is that this wouldn't have happened if—”

“You don't know that.”

“I know well enough that, had I been there,” Astarion snapped, “then I would have had your back, and you would have had mine.” His lips curled into a sneer. “That hag wouldn't have gotten close enough to lay a finger on you, I promise you that, so excuse me for feeling as if more could have been done to protect you while I had to stay behind.”

That being said, he snatched the bag from Zevran. Rummaging through it, he grumbled as he pulled out a healing potion and shoved it against his chest. Luckily, Zevran was able to catch it before it hit the ground.

“Drink,” Astarion ordered.

“What?” Zevran asked, feigning shock. “No ‘please’?”

“Depends on if you feel confident in testing my patience right now, my dear.”

“You know what, fair enough.”

He pulled the stopper and tossed it back, downing it in no time at all.

Once he finished, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, staring at Astarion with a smug grin.

“There you go,” he said. He waved the empty bottle towards him as evidence. “All finished.”

“Good,” Astarion said, his arms crossed over his chest. “Now, strip.”

“My, my,” Zevran purred, “if this is the kind of treatment I receive every time, then maybe I should get injured more often.”

“Try it, and I'll just have to punish you myself.”

“You promise?”

Astarion barked out a laugh at that.

“Oh, you are a delight, aren't you?” He waved a hand at him dismissively. “Do be a good boy and get undressed so that I can tend to your wounds as you requested.”

“And you'll stay for the bath?”

“I'll stay for the bath,” he promised. “One can never be too clean around these parts, after all.”

Yes, definitely the only reason he was sticking around.

Zevran watched him knowingly.

Nevertheless, he chimed, “Exactly! Glad we are in agreement! Now, if you don't mind—” Tossing aside his empty potion bottle, he toyed with the clasps on his armor instead. “I think that I could use your assistance, yes?”

With a fond shake of his head, Astarion approached. Brushing aside Zevran's hands, he started to slowly undo the clasps, taking note of the areas where the leather failed him, split open viciously deep.

“Count yourself lucky, my lovely Zevran,” Astarion told him. “It's not often that I offer my services free of charge; but for you, I shall make an exception.”

“What an honor, indeed.”

They peeled away armor and fabric, layer after layer, until his chest was bared.

The instant the right side of his torso was revealed to him, Astarion sucked in a sharp breath of sympathy.

Although Shadowheart's magic did, in fact, take care of the worst of it, Zevran now had several large scars that spanned the length of his side. The skin was puckered, healed over, but the gashes were unmistakably those of claws, having raked deep through the tissue.

That wasn't even taking into account his shallow breaths.

“Hurt your ribs?”

“Won't be the first time,” Zevran grunted. “Won't be the last. In a way, I can't help but to admire that hag's ruthless spirit. She saw a weakness, and she took advantage, worsened an injury already there. A classic!”

“Yes, well, excuse me if I don't rejoice alongside you,” Astarion said.

Carefully, they stripped him of what armor remained until he stood naked before him.

Without thinking, Astarion's fingertips grazed along the raised skin that interrupted the flow of his tattoos.

When Zevran winced, Astarion started to withdraw.

“Apologies,” he mumbled, but Zevran was quick to place his hand over Astarion's, pressing it firmly against his side.

“Not to worry,” Zevran replied, breathless for a couple of reasons at that point. “A little pain won't kill me, surely.”

Astarion snorted.

Even with his approval, he took to tracing Zevran’s tattoos instead, his lips parted in awe.

Black ink followed the lines and curves of his body, as if made for him, but scars were scattered about more haphazardly, both old and new, big and small.

He was a work of art to be treasured. He was—

“Beautiful.”

Zevran looked up at him in a mixture of shock and amusement

“Heh, Astarion.” Zevran tsked at him. “Are you going soft on me, my dear?”

“Puh-lease,” Astarion teased, “I wouldn't dream of it.”

“No, of course not,” Zevran said. “Now, come here.” He tugged Astarion closer by the waistband of his pants, releasing it only to take the fabric of his shirt in hand. “May I?” At the flash of uncertainty in his eyes, Zevran’s expression gentled. “You should know by now that I would not ask anything sexual of you. I will only accept that attention which you are willing to give.” He reached out to cup Astarion's cheek, the latter leaning into his touch while Zevran’s thumb brushed along the curve of his lips. “Although, I would be lying if I said that I did not wish to experience the feeling of your skin against mine again, yet it need not lead to sex. It would be much like that night we spent together, I imagine.”

“And here I thought that you didn't want to discuss that,” Astarion muttered.

“Do you wish to discuss it?”

It was all so novel, having his wants and needs matter in such a way, but he shook his head in answer.

“Not right now, but maybe… maybe later?” He didn't know where that future talk would take them, but it felt appropriate to avoid closing any doors on the opportunity. “Right now, I think that I want what you are offering.”

“You ‘think’?” Zevran asked.

“I know,” Astarion clarified.

“Whatever you want.” Zevran took his shirt in hand again, not wasting a second more as he untucked the fabric from his pants. “Not worried about the others interrupting?”

“I think you made it clear with your whole ‘he's going to help me bathe’ remark that they might want to give us some distance for the time being,” Astarion said. “Very subtle approach, by the way.”

Zevran chuckled.

“Well, you certainly helped clear the area by making all of your angry vampire faces at them.”

“Ha! Yes, there's that, too, I guess.”

As Zevran eased his shirt up along his chest, Astarion lifted his arms above his head to help him slide it off the rest of the way. Next came his boots, followed by his pants and his underwear.

It didn't take long before he, too, was laid bare in the golden sunlight. And while there was a familiar sense of vulnerability in the act, Zevran made him feel… safe.

Ironic, really. The assassin, of all people, making him feel safe.

However, all doubts dissipated the instant Zevran’s fingers caressed his skin.

He was careful, gentle. He kept his promise, not trying for anything more, and that alone meant the world to Astarion.

Zevran watched his hands move along the outline of his shoulders, down the length of his arms, and across the expanse of his chest. He traced nonsensical patterns into his skin that only he could see, sometimes applying enough pressure to knead any lingering tension away.

So, while Zevran was watching his hands, Astarion was watching Zevran. Every shift of his expression. How the sunlight brought out flecks of gold in brown eyes. The way blonde strands started coil into loose curls in the humidity.

All Astarion wanted was to get closer.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Zevran’s waist and reeled him in until their bodies were pressed flush against each other.

Zevran stared up into blood red eyes, and they stared back, intent yet —dare he say— frightened.

Frightened of how close they were, not just physically, in that moment.

“I—” Astarion trailed off. I'm glad you're okay.

Words that remained unspoken, but Zevran heard them, loud and clear.

He nodded in understanding.

“I know,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around him in a snug embrace. “I'm here.”

“Yes, you are.”

But how long would that last? Would death claim him on their journey? Would he one day hope to return to this Thedas of his?

Rather than entertain those thoughts, Astarion rested his forehead upon his. Their noses brushed, lips only a hair’s width away.

Their breathing mingled until, abruptly, Astarion's stopped. The rise and fall of his chest against Zevran’s ceased.

For a split second, a spike of panic shot through Zevran, but he reminded himself just as quickly that this was a normal occurrence for Astarion.

Ah, the quirks of being undead.

Egotistical as it was, Zevran soothed his worries with the simple reasoning that he quite literally took his vampire's breath away.

Astarion nuzzled closer. His lips brushed along the outline of his cheek.

“Gods, you're so warm,” he praised, pressing a kiss underneath Zevran’s ear.

As he pulled away, Zev shivered in delight, instinctively pressing closer against him, his hands spread out upon his back.

Before he could catch himself, his fingertips started to follow the lines of Astarion's scars.

At first, Astarion tensed at the unexpected touch, eventually relaxing enough for him to continue.

Usually, Zevran wasn't one to intrude, but he had to know.

“Have you ever seen—”

“No.” That lone word rang with a note of finality, one that told Zevran to drop it, to not push his luck.

Then again, when did Zevran ever do what others expected of him?

“Do you want to?”

Before Astarion could question him further, he felt his tadpole start to squirm as Zevran’s reached out to it, telepathic energy resonating between them.

“I can use our tadpoles’ connection, if you'd like,” he offered, but Astarion was already shaking his head.

“I appreciate the thought, but not—” He swallowed thickly. “Not yet. This time alone is for us, not my past.”

“Understandable,” yet Astarion didn't feel him withdraw in the slightest. Instead, Zevran offered an alternative. “How about this then? I can show you, well, you.”

Astarion blinked owlishly at that, but Zevran merely smiled at him, patiently awaiting his response.

“You want to…?”

“Show you how you look!” Zevran exclaimed. Their tadpoles wiggled at the sudden burst of excitement. “You said that you don't remember your face, correct? Well, let me show you. It would be an absolute crime not to catch even a glimpse of an elf as handsome as you.”

Even as a wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm him, Astarion couldn't help but to laugh at the flattery.

“Oh, you and your shallow praise.” Nevertheless, Astarion couldn't look away from him, wide-eyed with disbelief. He spoke at a much softer level, his lips spread into an eager grin. “You'll truly do this for me?”

“Why wouldn't I?” Zevran countered, bumping his nose against Astarion's. “Would you not do the same for me, were I in your shoes, so to speak?”

Honestly, Astarion didn't know how to respond to that.

“You know what, on second thought, don't answer,” Zevran said, the silence deafening. “Let me live in the fantasy for a little while longer. In answer to your question, however, yes. I will do this for you, my dear.”

Astarion opened his mouth and closed it, at a loss for words.

All he could manage was a simple, “Thank you.”

Nowhere near enough to convey what he was feeling, but Zevran didn't mind in the slightest, brushing off such sentiment.

“Trust me, it's no problem at all,” he said.

Both of them took a moment to prepare themselves.

Their eyes slid closed, they steadied their breathing, and then Zevran’s tadpole reached out to Astarion's once more. The threads of their minds started to fuse together until they formed a bridge between the two.

Their thoughts, their senses, their emotions.

All of it was shared through their connection, waves of psionic energy pulsating in tune with each other.

There was a single beat before Zevran opened his eyes, and Astarion saw the world as he did.

A split second past where he had to adjust to the sun's blinding light, the blurred edges of a face slowly but surely smoothing out to take shape. What was only an instant stretched on into an eternity as Astarion waited with bated breath, time seemingly drawn out the more impatient he grew.

He kept his eyes shut, his breath held, to focus only on the inevitable reveal.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait much longer.

Golden rays faded into the background.

A headful of silver curls was the first thing he saw.

After that, there was the arch of his eyebrows in matching grey tones, followed by dark shadows that laid beneath his eyes, stark against pale skin.

There was so much to take in.

Everything from the slope of his nose to the angle of his jaw to the curve of his lips captivated him.

He was all but enthralled by the time Zevran’s hands entered into view.

His touch was so light, so adoring, far beyond what he deserved.

Zevran smoothed out the furrow in Astarion's brow, soon brushing errant curls back behind pointed ears. He traced along his jawline, down to his neck, where he pressed the pads of his fingers against his bite marks.

Astarion swallowed, fixated on the sight.

“There you are,” he mumbled, right before he opened bright red eyes. The resulting sensation was rather disorienting, seeing through both his eyes and another's at the same time. “There I am.”

He released a small laugh of disbelief.

“It's been so long…”

And while Astarion would happily sit there all day, memorizing every last detail, he knew that all good things must eventually come to an end.

Before he could get too caught up in the moment, he mentally withdrew, severing their tadpoles’ bond.

“I can't thank you enough,” he told him. “I—” He averted his gaze and cleared his throat, unexpectedly bashful. “I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you right now.”

“Well, by all means,” Zevran hummed, “don't let me stop you.”

Flashing him a rare, genuine smile, Astarion left Zevran with another healing potion, retrieving a nearby bucket as he made his way towards the river. Once the bucket was full, he returned to Zevran's side. There, he dug through their supply pack and tossed a couple of sponges and soap bars into the water.

As soon as the sponge made contact with his skin, Zevran jumped out of reach.

“Easy!” he yelped, staring at Astarion as if he had committed some sort of grave crime. “That's cold! Surely you can heat it up with a spell, yes?”

“What?” Astarion teased. “Can't stand a little chill, can we?”

Not that Astarion had much room to talk, but that didn't stop him from joking at Zevran’s expense.

“No, and I am not ashamed to admit it,” Zevran said. “Now, please, have mercy on me, good ser.”

“Oh, alright,” Astarion sighed, “but only since you said ‘please.’”

With a wave of his hand and a simple incantation, the water warmed at his command. He even went through the effort of soaking the sponge again, working the soap into a lather.

“What a kind soul you are,” Zevran commended. “A true gentleman, if there ever was one.”

“Mm-hmm…”

Taking Zevran by the hand, Astarion pulled him close. He started with his face first, washing away flecks of blood as he scrubbed his way along Zevran's body.

The potions worked their magic in the meantime. Right before his very eyes, Astarion watched scratches heal and bruises disappear.

By the time he was wrapping up, Zevran reached down and plucked the spare sponge out of the bucket. He took to returning the favor, washing Astarion off, bit by bit.

Radiant sunlight warmed their bodies.

Droplets of water clung to their skin.

It wasn't long before they set to work on washing each other's hair, lost in the sensation of fingers tangled within the strands, nails lightly scraping against their scalps.

Both were left with their hair in a disarray —a mixture of soft, frizzy, and fluffy.

After they were done bathing, Astarion took the time to apply a salve to Zevran's latest scars. Not only was it supposed to relieve any pain at the site itself, but it also numbed the surrounding area as well.

With those matters settled, they left their mess behind them —a problem to deal with later— as they snuck their way back into camp.

Fortunately, nobody crossed paths with them on the way, and they were able to enter Astarion's tent, undetected.

Maneuvering around the empty jars of blood, Zevran proved quick enough to steal Astarion's spare shirt before he could reach it. He slipped it on without hesitation, the loose, white fabric falling right below the curve of his ass.

The ruffles along the neckline framed his chest, the laces left mostly undone, highlighting the length of his neck.

Astarion stared, captivated by the sight of him.

Especially by the sight of Zevran in his clothing.

Zevran made room upon the bedroll, an addition to Astarion's tent that he insisted upon, and spread himself out on it with a knowing smirk. Blonde hair framed his head like a halo, Zevran crooking a finger at Astarion to beckon him forward.

In the blink of an eye, he hovered over him, Astarion stealing a brief, albeit passionate kiss.

Their lips parted.

Zevran searched his gaze and asked in a small, quiet voice, “Will you hold me? Like you did that night?”

Astarion brushed stray hairs out of his face, then gave him another peck.

When he was with him, he didn't feel the need to don his mask as often.

Even so, he scoffed and rolled his eyes, sparing Zev an affectionate smile.

“How could I say no?”

It took a bit of adjusting on their part, but Astarion eventually settled in behind Zevran, wrapping his arms around him.

“Hmm…” Zevran snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Who would have guessed that the big, bad vampire would take such good care of me?”

Burying his face into the crook of his neck, Astarion pressed a kiss above where Zevran's pulse beat strongest.

“Don't mention it,” he said. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

In response, Zevran lined up their fingers before tangling them together.

“Whatever you say, my love.”

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #dao #astarion #astarion ancunin #zevran #zevran arainai #zevstarion #crossover #bluerose writes #iffy about posting my full fics here #but oh well i wanted to share

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