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byullielle · 10 months

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Drunk Antics // SKZ!Bf x Reader

how i imagine the kids when they're drunk. (still waiting for the day one of them drink with youngji)

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Fluff, Est. Relationship

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bang chan

chan is one of the group lightweights. i said what i said. i know he seems like the drinker but i beg to differ—but really it depends on what he drinks, he can take three cans of beer with a few shots but if he goes out to a bar he tends to be carried away with 2 cocktails and a bunch of shots that render him weak in the knees after an hour and a half.

a flirty drunk. will wink at you, spew out the most flirty and corny picks to man. "wait i need to breathe, you're taking my breath away,"

"you're missing something," and when you ask what is it he'll slip your hands in yours and wiggle his brows, "my hands,"

"your lips are kinda dry," he points out and you simply raise your brows in inquiry before he puckers up, "i know what can help,"

when you get back inside you're too tired to lug around a man twice your weight so you both end up in the couch, with him snuggling up to you the best he could before ultimately dozing off to sleep.

both your backs ache the next day but you love him regardless.

lee know

minho isn't a lightweight but he chugs alcohol like its water he ends up hammered so quickly it goes from a literal 0 to 100. when drunk, he screams, he shouts and he chases small critters around until he passes out. the most chaotic drunk if you ask me.

when you pick him up he's gained some resemblance of sobriety, but he loves to babble incoherent sentence because not talking would make him feel like he'd combust any minute now.

"do you know that soonie is like felix?"

"how cute are you? i want you to be my cat,"

"what if i chase jisung around, im a predator animal," and when you correct him that he's a rabbit on skzoo basis he'll fight you.

you fondly roll your eyes at him and entertain him like a sugar rushed toddler unable to stop the motor that is his mouth. it's between an existential crisis or kids show questions which throws you in for a loop because there's "what if people didn't have gravity," to "do we really know what happens when we die?"

the moment you get home, you help him with his shoes and he heads straight to bed, unable to further lift his head and simply passes out face first. you have to roll him sideways so that he doesn't suffocate.

in the morning, he has the worst hangover you help nurse.

changbin

thinks he knows his limit but kinda goes 3 drinks over. but it's fine because once he realizes he doesn't feel too well, he'll stop. and he is the most likely to throw up after drinking. the first time it happened, it shocked both of you and he couldn't face you for a week even after assuring him its alright. however this time, he throws up and you still help him through it, now with less shame than when you both first started.

the softest drunk ever. loves caressing your face and just looking at you with unbridled adoration and love as you drive him back home. he's quite the flatterer when intoxicated and would render you a blushing mess the moment you get home.

"do you know you're the prettiest human I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"you know, when you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're concentrating, you look so pretty,"

"but your pretty any time of the day regardless,"

so on and so forth.

when you get home you help him brush his teeth per his request. while you run the brush through his mouth his hands are on your waist, drawing comforting circles around with his eyes closed. "binnie, baby, you have to spit it out," you cajole the nth time because his brain is getting fuzzier by the minute. you manage to put him in pajamas after and despite you normally being the little spoon, its his turn, curled up against you, face nuzzled by your chest as he dozes off peacefully.

hyunjin

he's a silly little guy when drunk. a kiss monster too. he loves pressing kisses all over your face, on your hands, on your lips and you could mildly taste the tequila on his lips. before you could even drive off you're already making out with the man. you have to stop him and he gets all sulky but you promise more kisses when you both get home.

hes inseparable from you when drunk, having both of you waddle back to your front door because he's clinging onto you like a koala bear. he isn't the most vocal when drunk because he already feels like shit after letting the drinks settle but is whiny.

you give him the promised kisses but only pecks and gentle presses lest you wanna end up in disaster with a drunk person. he will conk out when he gets dressed in his pjs and you just cuddle with him as he dozes off. most likely to wake up in the middle of the night or early morning and then goes back to sleep.

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han

jisung is the lightest weight amongst all 8 of them and he knows it. he can't take more than 3 bottles of beer before tapping out. the moment he feels anything beyond tipsy he's ready to head home and simply relish in your embrace. there's something about being drunk that he doesn't particularly like, and he doesn't like falling asleep intoxicated either.

his introverted nature and social anxiety works double time when intoxicated so you try your best to make it there as quickly as you can. he's a little weaker to pressure when drinking especially when with JYP.

so when you get home a movie and some snacks to fill his tummy are ready and you watch a round of Ponyo and Howl's Moving Castle before he's ready for bed. he gets a bit restless when intoxicated so he politely requests you to be the big spoon for tonight and play with his hair as you help him off to sleep.

you two don't wake up until noon and its alright since by the time you're awake, breakfast is ready for you. it isn't the most complex breakfast but eggs and bacon would suffice. "thanks for picking me up last night,"

"not a problem honey,"

felix

chaotic drunk, only comes second to lee minho. there's something about felix that just entertains you when he's drunk because unlike minho you do less of the picking up the pieces and more of partying in the car with felix. you guys sing your heart out to lady gaga and ariana grande on the ride back home and it turns into a dance party when both of you are getting ready for bed.

he also requests that you put a face mask on him and have some snacks before you head to bed. and you do, you give him those shitty animal print face masks and start dancing to slayyyter while heating up some dino nuggets you find in your fridge.

this is how the 'bro' side of felix comes out, in contrast to his sweet and gentle loving he loves tackling you to bed and tickling you because the alcohol gives him such a rush. both of you pass out on the bed sprawled against each other after the face masks and wake up with your head hanging off the bed, with felix completely on the floor.

seungmin

softie + "no im not drunk" drunk. doesn't wanna bother you so doesn't message you to pick him up, and that usually leads him to denying he's drunk when you say you're picking him up. although when he's extra tired he'll just give in.

he tries his best to not act drunk, not taking your offer to help him in the door and unlocking it, insisting that 'he could still do it,' but fails miserably, the key slipping from his hand and he'll just stand there with a pout like a lost puppy and you simply can't help but fondly laugh at his clumsiness.

once you get in, he starts to brush his teeth and get himself in pajamas before you give him a glass of water. he has to hold your hand while drinking the water which is one of his cutest drunk habits before you guys go to bed. he wordlessly pulls you to his arms and presses you against his chest then its lights out for him. not the most chaotic affair to say the least.

i.n

competitive drunk. and given jeongin's chaotic history, he has definitely drank underage before. he'll make sure to challenge all his hyungs who can drink most and it'll ultimately backfire against him because he is the strongest drinking out of all of them but is also the flimsiest drunk. he cannot walk, for the life of him, and in minutes he's stumbling all over the place.

it is a challenge for you to take him back to the car but with enough chanting of "left, right, left, right," you manage to get in the car with minimal casualties (aside from that trash can he nearly knocked over).

his brain is working just fine, its really his motor skills that are put to the test because he could barely lower the car windows, having to do it yourself. getting him in the house is another challenge because jeongin isn't light by all means, especially his added muscle mass overtime but you power through it and by the time you get him to bed, you're sweating like crazy.

what a big baby, but he's your big baby.

if you wanna send in a prompt or an ask or just say hi feel free to do so!!

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fairydvsts-blog · 9 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

"i love you" in Taylor Swift's lyrics masterlist

summary; your husband gives JJ a maintenence job at your vacation house and you spend all summer crushing over your hot new employee

warnings; characters are aged up (both characters are in their mid/late 20's), cheating, SMUT, dirty talk, some neck grabbing, female masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, praising, p in v, unprotected sex. I feel like this shit is LONG af!

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Enjoy!

It was a very warm afternoon in Outer Banks. The sky was completely clear —there wasn't a single cloud in sight— and the sun was shining brighter than ever, but that was not what had gotten you all hot and bothered.

JJ Maybank, the new maintenance guy, was.

As you were lounging on the deck chair beside the pool, holding some random book you weren't paying attention to in your hands, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Being a hundred per cent honest, it had been that way since your husband hired him a few weeks ago. Luckily for you, neither of them seemed to have noticed yet.

You felt guilty for being attracted to him, though. You had been married for two years, and you were supposed to be in love with your husband, not craving other man's touch. But you couldn't help it. There was something about JJ that was drawing you like a moth to the flame; maybe it was his gorgeous blue eyes, his silky blonde hair, or his ripped muscles, or maybe it was all of them together, either way, you had managed to suppress your feelings for what felt like ages in order to not ruin your wonderful —but really boring— marriage.

Little did you know that your self-control was about to go to shit.

You had tried to focus on your reading for several minutes, and to date, you had failed miserably. Your mind kept going back to earlier that day, when JJ had brushed past you in the hallway, remembering how you had looked right into his alluring eyes, wishing for him to push you against the wall and to fuck you right there and then. You had to cross your legs at the thought, feeling your bikini bottom getting wetter by the second.

It was wrong and forbidden, you knew it, but in some way, that made it more exciting.

You stared at him through your sunglasses, mesmerised by the way his sweaty golden muscles glistened under the sun rays as he mowed the lawn. You were so busy imagining how his wet skin would feel against your own that you hadn't noticed the furtive looks he was giving you.

Your mouth almost watered when you saw him grabbing the hem of his sleeveless t-shirt to take it off. He threw it on the floor next to him and then he reached for the garden hose soaking himself with it to cool off. He ran his big hands through his blonde locks to accommodate his hair after that; the veins of his arms on display for you to see.

You swore you saw it all happening in slowmo. The little smirk that appeared in his face just seconds later while he shortly glanced at you gave you butterflies.

You realised something: he was doing it on purpose.

And, oh lord, that just made you want him even more. You were so horny that, for a moment, you thought you were about to literally combust in the spot.

Without giving it a second thought, you gave into the desires you had been repressing for weeks now.

You dropped your book instantly, grabbing the strings that held your blue bikini top in place to untie them. Your top dropped, leaving you exposed in front of a man that was not your husband, but you couldn't care less about that fact. His eyes widened because of the scene occurring before him, but he didn't look away at any moment, mesmerised by the sight of the woman of his dreams pouring tanning oil over her almost naked body.

He had to be delirious, right? The heat was making him delusional, that must be it.

Whether it was true or not, the boner forming in his trousers was pretty real so he picked up his t-shirt, using it to cover himself before he started walking towards the back door of the house. He had to leave before he did something stupid, like accidentally fucking his boss' wife while he was away on some business trip.

"I have finished for the day, Mrs. Ross. Do yo need something else before I go?" he asked in his way out.

He tried to keep the interaction between the two of you entirely profesional and he even resisted looking at your naked breasts. It was the hardest thing he had done in his entire life, though, because since he had started working for your husband, you were the first thing that crossed his mind when he woke up and the last thing he thought of before going to sleep.

But you knew professionalism had flew out of the window after the show you just put.

"Actually, could you rub some oil on my back?" you asked with a playful smile.

You gave him no time to answer and you handed him the tanning oil bottle, turning around after he took it, leaving him completely speechless. He gulped, his eyes looking directly at your ass, only covered by a really tiny thong, and he knew he was done for.

Leaning over you, he purred the oil on your back. When his hands touched you to spread it over your skin, you closed your eyes and almost moaned like a hormonal teenager. He gently massaged your shoulders, then your waist area and finally he reached your lower back, giving you goosebumps.

When you thought that he was over and that he was going to pull away, he surprised you by grabbing the oil bottle one more time, purring it over your legs. He started massaging your calves, moving up slowly, until he reached your upper thighs and a small moan escaped your lips; it had been too long since the last time you had sex with your husband and you felt like you could come untouched.

He leaned in, you felt his hot breath in your ear and he murmured, "You wouldn't believe how many times I have fantasised about touching you like this, Mrs. Ross."

One of his hands grabbed your ass cheek under your bikini bottom while he started placing wet kisses on your neck, making you whimper again. He had to stop, though, when you turned around to face him; he froze at the thought of you changing your mind about what was about to happen, but when you caressed his cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his neck, next to his ear, all of his fears vanished.

"And you wouldn't believe how many times I've touched myself, wishing it was your fingers instead of mine, Mr. Maybank," you whispered looking right into his blue eyes.

"Fuck."

He grabbed your neck and brought you closer to him, your mouths were so close that they lightly brushed over each other. You felt his breath becoming faster and your heart started pounding like crazy when you saw him licking his lips while looking closely at yours, but you forced yourself to pull away from his touch.

"Someone could be watching us, we should get inside," you suggested.

The last thing you wanted was your husband finding out about you and JJ. This was a one time thing, just to get him out of your system. After that, you would go back to being the perfect loving wife your husband deserved.

He nodded, agreeing with you, and helped you getting up. He reached for his t-shirt to cover your naked form with it before grabbing your hand and taking you inside.

"Be quiet," you asked, while the both of you sneaked around the massive house, trying to avoid your nosy housemaid.

You made it to your bedroom successfully and as soon as both of you were inside, JJ pushed you against the door, locking it.

"Can I kiss you?" he questioned, pressing his body against yours.

"Yes, please."

He didn't waste any more time, finally crushing your lips together. The kiss was heated, messy, hungry. His hands sneaked under your clothes to grab your waist with need, pulling you even closer to him. You felt frantic as you wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him back like you were drowning and he was air.

His tongue slipped between your lips. completely devouring your mouth while one of his hands gripped your neck to keep your head pinned against the door; you broke the kiss, whimpering in his mouth because of the action and he kept his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as both of you tried to steady your breathing.

"Why don't you show me how you touch yourself when you think about me, baby?" he whispered.

Your heart skip a beat after hearing the words he spoke; you had never done something like that before, yet you nodded, making him smile. He kissed you gently before taking off your —his— shirt and then, only wearing your bikini thong, you moved towards the bed, where you sat.

You placed your feet over the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs, and leaned on your elbow to make yourself comfortable. His eyes never left your body, analysing every inch of your exposed skin.

"You're beautiful," he complimented you, which encouraged you to move your hand down your belly until it disappeared under your last piece of clothing.

You panted when you felt your fingertips brushing your needy pussy for the first time, biting your lip right after. Your cheeks flushed when JJ squeezed his cock over his pants while hearing and looking at you; seeing him so into it motivated you to keep going.

Your fingers started rubbing circles over your swollen clit, slowly at first, but you were so turned on that soon you sped up your movements. You were soaked and even the lightest touch sent sparks of pleasure across your entire body. A small moan escaped your lips when you traced your entrance with two fingers, slipping them inside for a second before taking them out again.

"Take this off, baby, I wanna see you," he pleaded, kneeling between your legs on the bed and grabbing the straps of the bikini.

Yo nodded, pulling your hand out of if and lifting your hips so he could take the thong off. He moaned at the sight of your glistening cunt and placed his hands over your knees to further separate your thighs.

Under his attentive gaze, you pushed your middle and ring finger inside of your pussy, curving them so you could reach that spot in the front that made you see stars with each thrust. You made sure to rub your clit with the palm of your hand, too.

"That's it, princess, you're doing so good for me," he praised you, moving one of his hands up your leg until it reached your chest, where he started touching your breasts, "Wish those where my fingers, baby."

You moaned because of his words as he unfastened his belt with his free hand, unbuttoning his trousers right after. He reached for the waistband of the pants, pulling it down so his underwear was in sight. You gasped when you were able to see the outline of his dick under his boxers; your mouth watered at how big he was.

You added a third finger, desperate for cumming; your arousal was dripping all over the bedding, making a mess.

"I'm so fucking horny for you, JJ," you told him, calling him by his name for the first time, "I'm going to cum."

You couldn't even remember the last time that you had fingered yourself so hard. Or the last time that you had been so fucking wet. He smiled, lowering his hand to touch your clit with his rough thumb, making you moan repeatedly.

You felt the familiar tingling in your lower belly, your breathing hitched and before you could stop it, you were coming harder than ever. Your muscles tightened and your legs started shaking uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by such a strong orgasm, you took out your fingers, trying to close your legs to soothe the sensation, but JJ wouldn't let you do so. Instead, he replaced your fingers with his own and he kept fucking you with them through your orgasm.

"JJ, please, stop, it's to much! Baby... Oh fuck!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his hand despite the overstimulation.

"I know you have another one in you, princess," he said, working his fingers harder and faster inside of you, "C'mon, be a good girl and cum for me."

He placed his free hand over your pelvis, putting pressure there, while he curved his fingers in his direction. In less than thirty seconds he had you coming undone again. Your vision went blank as your entire body trembled and you squirted all over him, crying out his name like a prayer.

It took you a few minutes to recover from the most explosive orgasm of your life, realising you had completely soaked everything. JJ laid down next to you the whole time and didn't stop caressing you for a second while he whispered sweet things to your ear.

You turned to look at him with the biggest smile and you said, "I didn't know I could do that."

The blonde laughed softly, burying his face on the crook of your neck, where he started placing wet kisses while his hand went to rub your pussy again, collecting your squirt to lick it off his fingers with a lustful look in his eyes.

"If I were your husband, I'd make sure you squirted every fucking day of my life, baby." Your cheeks flushed.

You bit your lip, pushing him so he was laying on his back and straddled him, grinding your wet cunt over his clothed dick; he was so hard that he thought he was gonna cum in his pants at the sight of your naked body dry humping his cock.

"Fuck me, JJ, please," you almost begged, still turned on in spite of having come twice already.

"Wait, I have to grabb a condom." He tried to stand up, but you grabbed his neck and pushed him back on the bed, stopping him.

"You don't have to wear one. I'm on the pill and I'm clean," you explained, tracing his abs with the tip of your fingers.

"I'm clean too," he promised, you lifted your hips with a smirk covering your face.

"I trust you," you said.

You helped him getting out of his clothes and your eyes widened when you finally saw his naked cock bounce back against his stomach. He was really, really big. Much bigger than your husband for sure.

You grabbed his dick on your hand, making him moan, and you stroked him a few times before brushing his swollen red tip between your folds.

"Oh my God," he groaned, his head falling back against the mattress.

You repeated the action one last time before you began to lower your hips slowly, shoving his dick inside of your pussy. You moaned at the stretch, placing your hand over his broad chest to steady yourself, and you started bouncing on his cock, trying to find a rhythm that both of you liked. When you saw him frowning and breathing fast, you knew you had found it.

Whimpering, you asked him, "Does this feel good, J?"

"Yes, so fucking good, baby." He gasped, grabbing your hips to help you ride him.

His own hips started thrusting upwards, trying to match your pace, and you couldn't help but moan when he hit the right spot again. You tightened your muscles around his dick on purpose to make him feel as good as he had made you feel before; you smiled when he cried out, pounding into you harder.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that, baby," he admitted.

His hair was stuck into his forehead due to the sweat, covering his eyes a little bit, so you caressed his face and took it out of the way so that he could see you better

"Want you to come inside me, J," you asked for, "Want to feel you filling my pussy."

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so hot...I'm close," his statement encouraged you to start bouncing faster on his cock.

You whimpered when one of his hands made its way to your pussy and began to stroke your clit. You wanted, no, needed to cum again, so you took his other hand and placed it over one of your tits, which he squeezed and started playing with. At the same time, you leaned over him and placed wet kisses all over his chest, feeling his abs tightening under your palm just seconds later, announcing his orgasm.

He became a hot moaning mess under you while you kept riding him through his climax, but his thumb never left your clit as he rode it out, taking you down the cliff with him after a few seconds; your pussy clenched and your eyes rolled back due to the sensation. He sat up, kissing you one last time before he pulled out. You could feel his sticky cum come out of your pussy as you laid down next to him. JJ cuddled you, putting his head over your chest.

"I think..I think you have become my new addiction, Mrs. Ross," he confessed.

You smiled briefly before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I can see you being my addiction, too, Mr. Maybank."

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eluxcastar · 16 days

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Sorry I just came out of nowhere, but I found you through your sequel to 'One of Reputation' and then went scavenging for more of your arlecchino scraps and I am literally so in love with the way you write Arlecchino, platonically and romantically. I feel like a mouse that found the treasure trove of cheese. Um, warning for the huge rant because I'm fangirling so hard.

'One of Reputation' and its sequel(the arlecchino x Harbinger reader) makes me so happy? I love the lore behind reader, and although I never particularly cared about Il Capitone before, I am wondering on what his and reader's relationship was like. I also love especially how much thought and effort was placed into writing reader's thoughts and emotions in 'One of Reputation.' It's very easy to visualize and sympathize with reader. And the idea of sharing the food with Arlecchino and her begrudgingly accepting it? This is so inexplicably cute. I do want to know what Arlecchino and reader are like after reader decides to follow Arlecchino.

Among the scenarios/headcannons my personal favorite are 'arlecchino relationship headcanons' (awkward and cuddly arlecchino? are you kidding me? I'm so in love),

'arlecchino bring comforted by her s/o' (the idea of affection being so foreign to arlecchino and she doubts her reality sometimes hurts me in such delicious ways I cannot explain, and just how effortlessly reader is like 'yeah, and?' when Arlecchino asks if shes enough makes me want to combust in joy),

and 'the little sisterfication of arlecchino' (I love reader's protectiveness of arlecchino so much. It's incredibly sweet. It cannot stop me from thinking, what if reader is no longer there anymore? If reader dies on a mission she's sent for the Knave or she gets punished for protecting arlecchino, what will that do to arlecchino? I imagine that it would be the breaking point for arlecchino, and the catalyst to her overthrowing the Knave).

Anyways, I really like your Arlecchino works as a fellow Arlecchino simp. Looking forward to more 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️Your work is hella scrumptious 😫🤤

NO don't be sorry I love asks like this they make me explode (good thing) thank you I'm glad you enjoy her ♡( ◡‿◡ )

I had sm fun plotting lore for One of Repetition (⁀ᗢ⁀) and their relationship. At the time, I wrote Capitano in in such a manner because I liked the idea of her bringing back an abyss creature like a stray dog and going "Mom look what I found can we keep it" and because I wrote it before Arlecchino was introduced and I didn't know where else to fit reader in (￣▽￣*)ゞ (admittedly, the turn of events of Capitano likely being the First Harbinger fits my plans much better than Fourth, though I had an explanation for the alternative as well)

When I get around to making it into a proper fic (which I am actually doing, at last), I plan to expand on their relationship (and her friendship with Columbina if you can call it that (。。 ) )because very likely he'll be important and it'll be necessary to understand why he's so attached to her in that case. It was also going to be something I threw into the prequel oneshot I threw together, but I only ended up throwing in tidbits (￣ヘ￣)

I love love love Arlecchino combined with being awkward and cuddly and her being lowkey unsure of herself because I just MELT at how much it draws back to living under the previous Knave in the orphanage and her being much crueller to the children (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She would have known love once, if that, through her parents and I explode at how cute it is to be overwhelmed by this new thing she loves so much

THE VISION FOR OLDER SIBLINGS READER ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ I had that thought in the middle of writing it, but I was like "this is sad enough, I don't need to kill reader off too (・_・;)ゞ" and let them live but not without keeping the part where the Knave kills them and is killed by Arle in retaliation in my drafts (possibly an idea to be used in One of Repetition)

I'm sorry that is a whole ass ramble of a response of random information (/▿＼ ) I get very excited to get to ramble about it thank you for reading and enjoying my works

#☆ — riri says.#✦ — riri rambles.#this could probably actually be considered more of a ramble #but the tag is nowhere to be found #update I found the tag #I also have no tag for you #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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alaskashigh · 5 months

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If I wasn't so distracted by New York (I redid his face 7 times 😭😭), I would so rant about NY/CALI/NJ with you

Let me finish drawing him and I would send you a message in discord if you're okay with that!

are you joking Tumblr- WHY DID I MISS THIS???

this isn't late totally uh. you had to redo his face? 7 times?? damn- 😭. he does have a face that is so specific that if it's done wrong it doesn't look like him at all lol (that could just be me)

anyways, i'm always fine with getting messages on discord! i'm not active much on any messaging app, really, since I don't talk to many people- but I would gladly talk to you! (just ignore how late or fast my responses are. i'm a busy not busy person, 🥲)

I was going through my long list of fic wips (I have like, 100+ atp) and came to the realization that my NY/CA/NJ brain rot is in fact not something recent, but a months old ship i've had simmering in my brain. so that's cool lol (I really need to talk to someone about my memory problems-). I have so many headcanons and thoughts of them, and recently finally came up with a base of what I want their relationship to look like (basically their personality shit and how they piece together like a puzzle) since i've been running with a small amount of ideas on them for a while now. anyways, i'm rambling LMFAO. NY/CA/NJ is something I breathe, eat, sleep, and drink and I think I would physically combust if I didn't have the like, two-three fics of their ship on ao3 and my own little ideas.

the day I have someone to ramble about them is the day I will die peacefully lol

(below is my random NY/CA/NJ thing so I can tag this with the appropriate character tags and not make this a random post clogging up tags)

New York wasn't too fond of California in the beginning, and had a hate "relationship" type thing with New Jersey. The two of them (NY & NJ) would frequently hook up to let out frustration and anger, usually leaving before the other woke up and not speaking about what had happened the night before.

Well during this time New York started getting pulled towards California because of little things that he had started to notice. (The way he was not afraid to stand up for what he believed in, how he was such a hypocrite at times yet could be endearing in a weird way. Even started realizing that California was interested in having some sort of relationship with him after the countless times California had came up to him and "talked" ((New York wasn't really responding. Also that relationship is called friends, New York.)) to him about random things.) It really made him think about his relationships with New Jersey and now, California, and made things complicated in his mind.

New Jersey could tell that something was off about New York and even started trying to confront him about it (after learning about the "friendship" New York had with California now. he ignored the jealousy he felt when New York rambled about it for the first time ((also when they had started to actually talk more than they used to.))) He tried his best to give him some advice and help, but it's the Northeast and the relationship he has with New York is already confusing and messy, so he didn't do much. (New York thought his advice was helpful, although he'd never admit that.)

New York later started to come to find out that his platonic thoughts for the two weren't so platonic (dude you're literally hooking up with New Jersey- how in any way is that platonic??), which made life even harder for him. How the hell is he supposed to ignore his feelings when he has a (friends? enemies? he doesn't know anymore) with benefits with NJ and frequently hooking up with him, while practically spending all of his time with California? (you could say they're teetering on this weird line of best friends and acquaintances.)

anyways there's my two cents of my NY/CA/NJ lore that I have been meaning to write for so long now.

#wttt new york #wttt new jersey #wttt california #wttsh new york #wttsh new jersey #wttsh california #wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #ben brainard #alaskashigh wttt worldbuilding

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cilil · 10 months

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Author's Note: Requested by @melkors-big-tits. Tumblr ate the ask, but here's the fic anyway. Made it longer than the others too so some smut can happen~

Characters: Melkor/Gothmog

Synopsis: Gothmog is on the verge of overheating. Melkor helps him with letting off some steam.

Warnings: Smut (explicit)

His fána is on the brink of combustion.

Gothmog groans, rolling his eyes, and shifts on the rocky ground in hopes of finding a cooler spot. Fire spirit or not, at times the heat gets too much even for him, making him feel like he's going to have flames bursting out of his mouth and eyes as soon as he isn't careful.

His fellow Balrogs probably wouldn't mind too much, and neither would the latest clutch of dragonlings currently exploring the fortress; but unfortunately not all his lord's servants are fireproof, and Mairon tends to dislike needless casualties.

Just as he's discreetly coughing up a few embers and letting his tongue loll out, Melkor emerges from a stone pillar nearby, walking through stone as if it was liquid or a mere apparition. His purple eyes find Gothmog's, watching him curiously.

"I might as well put you inside my fireplace in this state," he comments, visibly amused.

Gothmog sighs in response and rolls over to face him.

"Well... is your fireplace cool?" he attempts to joke, only for flames to spill from his mouth as he speaks, betraying the seriousness of his current state.

Melkor saunters over and sits down in front of his favourite Balrog, unimpressed by the threat of spontaneous combustion looming on the horizon.

"I was wondering if you were in heat when you disappeared for a while, but didn't think it would be quite so literal," he laughs quietly, then spreads his legs and pats his thigh. "Now come here before you burn down the entire fortress."

Winking, he adds in a lower voice, "I can help with either."

Gothmog doesn't need to be told twice. He practically scrambles to crawl into his lord's waiting arms and finds himself pulled flush against Melkor's cool chest. For a moment, he thinks he might melt in spite of the icy embrace he finds himself in, heat surging through him as he realises how close he suddenly is to his beloved Vala; but then the cold he normally avoids and abhors seeps into his very being, taming the raging inferno.

His mouth falls open to release a long, content sigh, accompanied by a cloud of smoke. Melkor's hands start to wander as if to spread his cooling touch, one drawing circles on his back, one rubbing his chest until his nipples harden –

Gothmog purrs and leans back to rest his head on the Vala's plush pectorals. How wonderful it is to have his lord taking care of him... he would love to touch him as well, but he wants to enjoy this, wants to see what Melkor will do, how far he will go.

Perhaps his earlier comment about his heat was more than a mere joke, Gothmog wonders.

By the time Melkor is moving his hand steadily lower, the Balrog's cock is hard and proudly erect, enticing him to wrap his hand around it instead of toying with the small glittering gems covering the skin of his lower body.

"So pretty..." Melkor mumbles, running his thumb over every vein, ridge and spike of Gothmog's rather impressive manhood.

"You want it inside you?"

The words are out before Gothmog can control himself. Still, he can't bring himself to regret such a bold statement – he wants this, wants to release the remaining flames threatening to break free now that Melkor has stoked them, and he knows all the rumours about his lord's illicit escapades.

Melkor rests his head on his shoulder with a deceptively innocent expression, parting his lips to show his blue tongue. "Yes."

In lieu of a response, Gothmog turns around to face Melkor and grabs a fistful of black hair, feeling its tendril-like strands coiling around his wrist as if to welcome his touch. He lets his legs fall open before pushing his head down, a silent demand that is eagerly granted by his lord. Sharp teeth graze his skin as he bucks his hips impatiently to push inside, the Vala's mouth both hot and cold, keeping him on edge.

Melkor allows him to push until his ashen lips are pressed against the heated flesh at the base of his Maia's cock, and Gothmog moans in delight. It feels so good, penetrating his lord's tight, wet throat so deeply, and he gently strokes it with his free hand to feel the outline of his length inside.

Fuck, he's good...

By the time Melkor's voice rings out in his mind, asking him to move, Gothmog is barely listening. His claws dig into his lord's hair, holding onto him as tightly as he can while thrusting with the fierce and reckless strength of a Balrog. Like the fire flaring up inside him once more he is swift, erratic, merciless, hungry, greedy, and Melkor takes and takes and takes, hollowing out his cheeks to suck him in deeper and deeper.

Gothmog doesn't relent until he releases, filling the Vala's mouth with white-hot, viscous seed. He briefly wonders if he shouldn't have done that, but before he can even attempt to apologise he feels Melkor happily swallowing and licking him clean. His lord raises his head, claws still holding onto his hair even as his grip softens, and proudly shows off his glistening tongue.

"They say a Balrog's essence glitters because of the gems on your fánar," Melkor purrs, gently rubbing the gems covering Gothmog's lower body, and licks his lips as if to coat them in it. "I sure hope it does..."

Gothmog nods, still panting as he comes down from his high – both the fire inside him and his lust for the Vala have been satisfied, at least for a while. Part of him dares to hope that Melkor will be willing to help him again once either of those come back to plague him.

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pikapikablog · 1 month

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If I could have draw all of people who knew me irl would absolutely fear me.

Why?

My imagination is something else entirely

I may have made a sans au just now, and I know, it's not totally finished but I got the basics down

AU Name; Under Chains/ Chaintale

AU Sans; Chain/Razor/Or Whip (any one of these names)

AU Papyrus; Rust/Blade/or Sliver (Any one of these)

ALIGNMENT; Good Neutral

Lore;

- The lore is one made from the constant resetting due to frisk/chara

The AU started off Normal and frisk dropped in yadada boom (explaining another time) after all of that the coding glitched and the AU collapsed becoming an unknown void, frisk basically came back and messed that shit up too making the AU reach it's finalized form with the soul of an human

It's called the Hall of Chain Souls basically where the human soul collided with the coding and formed a human soul surrounded by coding like chains kinda like this photo ↓

Basically this is where this all started and the AU is now covered in complete coding/magic chains no one else or anything basically a void like Error's but it's black and filled with a lot of chains connected to a soul mostly monsters the only human soul is frisk and it's in the directly center of this AU.

Only Chain and Rust are the survivors of this AU and due to this their appearance has been altered to match their AU.

Sans outfit is like the original but gray and black and he lost one of his eyes like horror, he also has a chain like marking from his eye to his chin like error but he only has one on his face but he has the rest around his body like a permanent tattoo, his height is reaching about 8'11-9'0 but it looks around 7'0 due to his slouching and lazy posture to the trauma stunt and his soul expanding and causing a lot of problems(Limited power attacks), his attack features around chains as you guessed from his name but there are magic infused chains that mimics his magical attacks a normal sans would have, making up for his soul literally combusting during the resets his Soul/Magic colour is a dull gray with sparks of blue through it, his pupil it eye color is gray with a bit of blue surrounding it. Very quiet and silent fellow he'd mostly likely kill but he's not that bad and he's not a bad sans neither a star or good sans (I'd be happy to answer any other questions about him)

Weapons; Chains, Magic, Magic infused Chains

Pronouns; He/Them

Sexuality; Straight

MARITAL STATUS; Single

Now on to Rust, the reason why his name is rust, simple, he's basically rusting, during the reset his soul didn't explode or anything like his brother but it had side affects leading to rusting like an old chain leaving his magic levels to drop significantly, he's mostly in formal wear with a serious face and half of his skull is rusted to an ash gray, his soul/magic color is a dull very dull orange and he doesn't use it often, his height is a bit more taller than his brother due to his more upright and strict posture so he's mostly looking around 9'4 regularly, he mostly uses weapons and hand to had combat in lack of magic but sans made him a weapon of his magic chain for him to fight with it rusted but it's still effective his appearance would be along the edgy side but with hints of orange here and there in his outfit and like his brother he's not a good or bad sans, his appearance is like any other AU papyrus but unlike his brother he still got both eye lights and it's a rusty orange, and he has feature of ash gray rusting like horror on his head and some on his arm and so on. He's mostly strict and formal but he has a soft side and would be the most upright gentleman you could ask for..if you make it that far into the relationship. (Would be happy to answer questions on him too)

Weapons; Rusted Magic infused chain from his brother, A Rusted Spear, A Sword

Pronouns; He/It

Sexuality; Bi

MARITAL STATUS; Single

Might change a few things in the future but this is what I got and I don't mind y'all drawing them, just remember to tag me so I can see and everything!

Official birthdate of this AU is March 17 would be the 18th but that's fate

#its pika time #pikapikablog #New Sans AU #Chaintale sans AU #Chaintale Sans #Chaintale Papyrus

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give-soup-please · 8 months

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Hello there, Jay - been a bit I think. Honesty, not sure exactly HOW long it's been but I know it's certainly been a while.

I both have a lot to say and nothing at the same time. I had notes but I kind of lost them while moving, and then also just kind of.. lost them in my brain. What do you think about the idea of time being a soup? Because honestly I think it is. Very soup-ey indeed, slipping through the cracks and just washing away down the drain. Not that I would wash a way soup - not if it's good, and a lot of soups are good (like you!) Anyways: - I know a while ago you were in the ER, I'm glad to see you're doing a bit better, that makes me happy and less violently concerned for you like I had been. It was interesting to actually have a vague back and forth with you there, but I was pretty quiet. I usually am, anyways. - I wish I could throw a bunch of money at you to write something. As you know I absolutely adore your writing, it just soothes my soul with the way you weave your words together. Maybe I'll save up while doing some commissions of my own to do that. I hope you're getting a lot of commissions though, you deserve them. - I... have become violently obsessed with Good Omens. If I didn't have two commissions I needed to finish as well as an art project I had started I would just be drawing that. They are literally rotating around in my head constantly. I don't want to include any spoilers (I'm sure you already watched it all, but just in case anyone is scrolling through or something) I practically combusted when I saw the last ten or so minutes of that episode. Do you have any theories for that? I think you can do a ... spoiler like thing... I think. Anyways, everything is fine and it all ended well... right... RIGHT???? - The new Tumblr layout is absolute garbage and I had a mild breakdown over it while trying to figure out how everything worked. It's annoying as all get out, and I THINK there's a way to fix it? I got this link from someone when asking about it - but honestly I'm a bit lost when it comes to in depth stuff like this so I can't fix it personally: Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vellichorom/725846270328127488?source=share - I'm sure there's more I want to talk about. It's like my brain is full of a lot of things but nothing really wants to be written down... It's mostly because of Good Omens, but also other things. In any case, I hope you're doing well. And of course, as I always end these things, please take care of yourself. Do something for you, eat a little snack, DRINK WATER, and most of all continue to be you in the face of everything that goes against that. You are a wonderful person. You are important. You are amazing just the way you are. Your friend, ~ May

PS: If this comes through more than once, just ignore that... Tumblr was acting funny and I had to try it again... more than once... seriously I'm sorry if this comes through like ten times

may! great to hear from you/gen

(i was worried when i hadn't heard from you in a while, ngl. happy to hear you're doing okay.)

-the thing about time being soup is pretty funny. i've heard time being described as soupy, which is fairly accurate sometimes. and i'm glad you wouldn't wash a poor innocent soup away.

-yes, i am doing much better after my ER visit. i still have to get the labs done to work out what the heck went wrong, which i've been procrastinating. (i'll make an appointment tomorrow, i swear. or monday, if it's not open over the weekend. ugh)

-you are welcome to save up! commissions are going to be permanently open, because i'm a senior in college now and i need to make money so i can get housing after i graduate. so whenever you want, say the word. i am getting a decent amount of commissions in for the time being. a few people have said that when their next paycheck comes in, they'll talk to me, so i'm glad i'll have work in the future. but yeah anyone can come in at any time and talk to me about that, i don't mind taking on work. it fills up my days in a nice way.

-i love good omens 2, and that series finale was killer in so many ways dlkfsjdlf- i do have a few theories and thoughts, but i won't share them for the time being. i will say i don't agree with the coffee theory though. doesn't feel right given gaiman's usual style of writing.

-thank you for the link! i got it fixed ASAP so i'm not bothered anymore. i do have several thoughts on what tumblr is doing with the direction of this website though.

-i am doing well. tired, but well. my apartment is fully clean now and i can see floor again. it's been a year since it's been this good. (not an exaggeration. i have bad problems with depression nests, and i'm trying to get better.)

take care of yourself too, ok?

#answered ask #personal

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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This is gonna be long BUT HERE WE GO

I first followed you cause I was so excited to see you have a tumblr. Because me wee self has ever only browsed AO3 as a guest lol.

I remember constantly being inspired and wanting to write fanfics of my own like you and I always wanted the slightest chance to talk to you and befriend you (the fact that we've only be mutuals for 83 days is absurd it feels like years rip) and I remember being over the moon when I put two and two together you actually followed me.

When you first sent me a message I was literally shaking and vibrating with excitement but I was also like shit what do I say??

I still follow you for your writing, because it continues to inspire me in my own writings and my artwork, and even though I say I curse you for making me draw Zero Year riddler so much I actually love it especially knowing how much it makes you happy. I also love seeing all the crazy relatable things you reblog and being able to simp for other rogues like Daddy Oz and Spooky Jonny.

I will always follow you cause you're an awesome writer and even more amazing friend I didn't even know I was needing so badly at the time I finally got to meet you. You've been so crazy creative, understanding, supportive, and kind and I just hope I even reciprocate an ounce of it.

Sorry this got really long but I had to let it out or I would combust rip

From a wee riddlebit 💚

P.S. since you said in the tags you'd be enraged if this wasn't mentioned your breasts are also very gorgeous 👍🏻

ri i don't care how weird this is i'm printing this out and putting it on my desk at my new job u-u

i feel nervous talking to literally anyone but you were so sweet and easy to talk to!? ;-; i will forever consider myself to be lesser in talent than you omg your work and your art is *chef's kiss* and it really genuinely does make me happy like it is all saved onto my laptop just in case this website explodes or something i dunno ;-;

also oops i'm crying now u-u i just want to put out goodness and you deserve so much of that because you're so WONDERFUL as a person and a friend 💚

also thank you i am glad people read the tags and paid attention because i will never shut up about how painful it was to take duct tape off of my tits u-u

#me literally right now just sitting here with this face :( but my heart is full and happy #ily ily ily #friends being friends #anon

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wereh0gz · 1 year

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I don't feel like I can draw rn but I have ideas rattling in my brain so. Gonna talk about Shatterverse versions of my ocs

I think Ruby and the twins would be the only ones to be involved as they're the most likely to be near the epicenter of the Prism shattering. Edna, Eli, and Nox would probably be elsewhere. All of the Shatterspaces revolve around and feature the characters that were actually physically there in Green Hill when Sonic broke everything, so yeah they'd probably be the only ones. Also if I tried to make more au versions of my characters I might just spontaneously combust it's just too much for my brain to keep track of rn.

More under cut bc this is getting long already

Anyways lets start with New Yoke.

I already drew what New Yoke Ruby looks like. I didn't know what to name them but I think I'm gonna go with Rue. I already call them that sometimes as a nickname and the word itself means sorrow or regret so it's fitting. They're basically like Prime Ruby but ten thousand times worse. They were used by the council as a lab rat to test the effects of Dark Gaia Energy on people for some kind of project, but that never got anywhere as Rue uh. Got rid of anyone involved. By smashing their skulls on the floor and tearing them apart limb from limb. The council no longer employs living people probably because of them. They're very traumatized but refuse to get help and their coping methods are absolutely terrible. Not like they'd be able to get any good help in a literal dystopia. They're on the run from the council along with this world's versions of Melany and Max (which i don't have names for yet because I'm bad at names. I also need to draw them. I'll get to that eventually).

The twins don't exactly fare much better. While Prime Melany is sweet but mischievous, New Yoke Melany is downright malicious towards others while putting up a smile. Prime Max doesn't speak much and usually lets Melany do the talking, but still holds up on his own, while New Yoke Max is completely silent and hides in his sister's shadow. They have the same powers as their Prime versions too, but here it makes them a target, so they're always on the run from the council along with Rue. They're warped versions of the originals, taking on bitter personas in response to a world and the broken souls around them.

They're not all bad tho. The twins took Rue in when she was at her worst, and they still consider each other family. Not even the shattering of the universe could tear them apart :)

Now onto the Boscage Maze Shatterverse. This one's a little less depressing I think. Maybe.

Anyways this version of Ruby is a monster trapped in a deep part of the jungle who is infected by, you guessed it, Dark Gaia Energy, which has been festering under the darkness of the canopy. I'm calling her Camellia because red flowers. The Dark Gaia Energy here manifests into the usual monster mutations but also into weird glowy flowers growing on her body and on plants and such. I keep imagining her dialogue being similar to Midwife's from Hollow Knight. Like "I know, I know. You're intrigued. You want to know the tale. Well I'm sorry. I'd love to tell it, but I'm just, I'm very, very sorry, and I haven't eaten in some time......... and oh, I'm STAAAARVING........" She tries to eat Sonic on their first encounter.

The twins I think would just be called The Hunters. They watch over the area Camellia's in, but haven't been able to get a good catch because of Thorn vehemently protecting the animals of the jungle that was their main source of food. Which is why Camie is hungry and losing it. The Hunters may or may not be losing it because of hunger too. Also they know the Dark Gaia Energy is growing more potent the more the jungle grows, so they try to keep it contained, which is getting harder as Thorn blocks out more sunlight.

Alright now finally. No Place Shatterspace versions. This one was probably the hardest one for me to come up with alternate versions of my ocs for. I don't really think about pirate stuff that much? So uh. I tried lmao.

Ok this version of Ruby would be called uhhh. I have no clue I'll probably think of one later. Anyway they're ALSO afflicted by Dark Gaia Energy of course, cursed with it a long time ago which turned them into a sea monster of sorts because that's how it manifests in this world. They're a little bit like a siren, their howl-like singing attracting sailors, but instead of bringing them in to drown them and possibly eat them, they lure them in so the twins can steal their treasures.

The twins (which I also don't know what to name please help me) are a pair of pirates that hunt myths and monsters and, of course, other people's treasure. Besides the thievery they're actually pretty nice, if only a bit creepy because their ship is kinda haunted and they're friends with a wolf sea monster thing. These three versions are probably the happiest all things considered. They have a jolly ol' time stealing shit from people and hunting ghosts and other monsters and singing songs and having fun!

I believe we've yet to see one of the Shatterspaces, as each one has a shard of the prism and we haven't seen where the yellow one is (unless it's in The Grim, but I don't think that's the case because the portal color doesn't match and there's an event in Sonic Dash that shows another round purple shard that is more likely to be in there. So yeah.) I'll probably make versions of my ocs for that Shatterspace too when the next few episodes come out. If there's a new Shatterspace revealed. God I hope there will be.

Anyways I should probably go to bed now I'm tired goodnight

#ramblings #sonic prime spoilers #i tried to draft this post but accidentally hit the post button in the drafts and panicked and deleted it #so i had to retype a good chunk of it haha #it's all good tho. i'm fine. i'm not mad about it at all #lmao #also i typed this on my computer to avoid accidentally posting it unfinished so it might look a bit different from other posts format wise #i really need to go sleep

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shadowed-artist · 3 years

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Pro Hero Dabi AU

(because I think there should be more Pro Hero Dabis where he still has his scars)

More facts...

Timeline

He still has his incident at Sekoto, but instead of escaping(?) Endeavour finds him and took him to the hospital

Still ends up with burns no matter how many healing quirks they try and eventually he just accepts it

Endeavour still refuses to train Touya because "obviously he can't handle himself"

Like, he's happy Touya is alive, but he would have hoped this would be the push Touya needed to give up on his dream once and for all

Touya's like "lol ok, screw you" and applied to UA without Endeavour knowing until it was too late

Endeavour is pissed that Touya would do something so reckless but he technically can't do anything, so he chooses to simply ignore it and focus on training Shoto

It isn't until Touya is in his 3rd year (when he gets 1st place in the Sports Festival) that Endeavour is like "hmm maybe I should be paying attention to my other kid"

Touya's super excited about the sudden attention but it his common sense kicks in pretty quickly. This doesn't make up for the years of ignoring him, and Endeavour isn't really trying to "atone" as much as he is "trying to take credit for Touya's sudden fame"

Touya eventually graduates and Endeavour offers him a job as a sidekick DURING THE CEREMONY

Touya can't say no (literally, it would tank his career before it even got started) so he agrees

He sidekicks for a year before starting his own agency

His goal is no longer to be better than All Might (he lost that dream a long time ago) it's to stick it to his dad by being a beloved hero who is more well-liked than Endeavour

He starts by putting on an act of being super nice and friendly but through this he actually BECOMES super nice and friendly

In his quest to annoy Endeavour, Touya is currently threatening to take Shoto once he graduates so they can run a sibling agency together

Shoto is 100% on board, he thinks Touya is so cool

Costume Design

His suit is designed to release excess fire in order to keep his body cool. He had the designers make the "vents" release flames, similar to Endeavour's costume (he's pissed at Enji, but he has to admit he likes his costume)

The "vents" follow the patterns of his scars because his scarred skin is at greater risk of spontaneously combusting. This helps channel the flames out in a safe, manageable way

The inside of his suit is also designed to cool his skin. It's a really soft material so it doesn't irritate his staples

He used to wear a mask as a student/sidekick because he didn't want people to be scared of him. He doesn't wear it as much now, but if he's working with kids he'll generally bring it along

He chose his colour scheme based on his hair and eye colour. It was only afterwards when he realized he kind of looked like an ice hero (aside from the flames)

Family

Natsuo is so proud of his big bro and brags about him CONSTANTLY

"My brother is Dabi!" "Oh, cool! Wait, wouldn't that mean your father is Endeavour?" "... like I said, my brother is Dabi"

Shoto made Touya "his first piece of fan art" upon his UA graduation. Touya keeps it framed in his office

Shoto also forgot to draw his own scar haha kids are so forgetful lol I totally did that intentionally

Fuyumi once brought her class to Touya's agency for a field trip and they were SO HAPPY

They wrote thank you cards once they got back to school and Fuyumi gave them to him. He put them up in the lobby and took a selfie with the display, then sent the photo back to Fuyumi to show the kids

#bnha #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #pro hero dabi #bnha au #my art #digital art #dabi fanart #boku no hero fanart

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chemicaldd · 3 years

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─ hello! well uhhh..... [🥲] I wanted to talk about my TOH headcanons and shit, for like how I write and how Y/n and Ares are placed in the AU plus; i've implimented a new magic kind so Y/n can be overpow-/j.

─ so, down below is headcanons and stuff for each TOH character, prns, sexuality, gender, k'now? i'll start with the minors then move onto the adults. I'll also add their ages, and their race. OKAY ENOUGH EXPLAINING.

warnings. swearing, because i literally love light heartidly swearing and slandering my favourite characters<3

WELCOME TO THE BOILING ISLES.

in the boiling isles, magic roams free. Witches and Demons live together on the corpse of a titan, who's magic seeped into how they live.

magic is used in runes, and need to be sharpened for a Witch to become strong. But, there is an ancient way, to enhance magic, but it is very dangerous and could cause said witch or person using the magic basically combusts. Only few witches can use the magic, but must use it sparingly.

you enhance a rune, by adding a larger one on top of it. Though, it usually only will cause explosions, it sometimes will work but it depends on how controlled the witches magic is.

LUZ NOCEDA.

female, she/her (doesn't mind any prns, neo-included.) ─ bisexual ─ 15, human

"THATS GAY!" / She doesn't actually have a preference, though she is all in for lgbtqia+ rep. So, she always likes to meet other lqbt people.

she's dating Amity by the time she meets Ares, she probably met Y/n after she got into Hexside, they stumbled upon Y/n helping a kid and thought they where cool so she talked to them.

her and Ares get along pretty well, since Ares is willing to help Luz with magic, since Ares does a lot of training on their own.

AMITY BLIGHT.

female, she/they ─ lesbian, asexual ─ 15, witch

"mmmmmm, yes, women." / would probably listen to old timey songs, its her kinda music. / She gets really shy and nervous whenever she has to tell people she's ace. / She probably writes and draws as a hobby.

absolutely loves it when Luz calls her, their amazing girlfriend. Similar to Luz, she met Ares around the same time Luz did. Y/n was in Hexide when the two met.

she didn't like Y/n at first, but came to liking Y/n's help at the library since the two both like children. Amity & Ares act like siblings, she personally likes to think of Ares of their older sibling.

HUNTER ? [the golden guard].

trans ; male, he/him(pronouns don't matter to him vry much) ─ aromantic, asexual ─ 16, witch

"oh fuck, oh will of the titan, please, bitch, please, don't." / MR POEM WRITER??? / genuinely doesn't know what romance is lmao. / fucking swears 24/7 when he's not in the golden guard persona.

him and Ares are best friends lol, Y/n and him met due to Ares. He was the one to get Ares to peruse becoming a guard. THESE TWOS SLEEP SCHEDULE WHERE??

Y/N L/N.

genderfluid, they/them (all/any prns) ─ pansexual ─ 16, half human, half witch

"lol, yeah, no." / the most chill teenager you'd ever see / works half time as a healer / they go to Hexside.

they represent you, so you can add whatever you want abt them, i'll be willing to change them. though in my inhitial Au, Y/n is quite chill and plans to be in the healing coven. Though, they're not the best due to being half human.

ARES PEIRCE.

nonbinary, they/them ─ aromanticflux, asexualflux ─ 16, witch

"HA BITCH! SUCK IT!" / most chaotic one out of the three / junior palace guard / they personally dont like belos, but are willing to follow him.

its canon, they're platonically married to hunter & Y/n/lh. [fight me/j]. Literally can either be super chill, or super chaotic. They like to joke around so others will smile, they really like positivity[finding negative people triggering]. they represent the creator(person writing this).

WILLOW PARK.

female, she/her ─ questioning ─ 14, witch

"i'mgoingtopunchyou." / super,super calm / her and Y/n where best friends before Y/n started hanging out with the others. / still close with Y/n, Luz and Gus.

she works super hard to get into the plant coven, though she still has a few problems with Hunter and Ares and is super protective of Y/n because she sees them as her older sibling.

GUS PORTER.

male, he/him ─ bisexual ─ 13, witch

"no, no, not gay enough." / probably makes a lot of gay jokes / he likes to make illusions of himself and other people when he's trying to think of situations. / might have slight dyslexia, but its just my head-canon.

him and Ares wold probably just be a comedic duo, Y/n and him wouldn't talk very much, though the two get along. He doesn't work super hard but he's getting there.

EDALYN CLAWTHRONE.

female, she/her ─ bisexual??? ─ age who? witch

"HA, SUCK IT!" / chaotic!! / she always ends up trying to use magic, but would fail and be confused asf

she probably would get along with Ares the best, these two would cause so much chaos omg. Y/n and Luz are her kids, can't change my mind [😌].

LILITH CLAWTHRONE.

female, she/her ─ straight??? ─ probably like 49 idk, witch

"Eda what did I say about taking my-" / mostly chill / has a terrible time reading people / WILL NOT BREAK PROMISES AT ALL

she dislikes Ares and Hunter, and Ares will absolutely make fun of and mock Lilith. she probably spends the most time with hooty.

─ no, i will not be doing king, hooty, belos or kikimora.

─ king is my favourite but is a goddamn demon, i will not explain hooty because no, hes my favourite comedy character. ....belos and kikimora are self-explainitory.

─ give me more toh characters to do and i'll make a part two, these are just mainly the characters that are going to be writen in my stories.

#toh #the owl house #toh headcanons #drabbles #headcanon #owl house #toh x reader #the owl house x reader

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impaladolan · 3 years

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Capture - Grayson Dolan [9/-]

summary: after a wild night, and an amazing slumber, you agree to have a “normal” day with him.. in which you found out his name.. finally..

warnings: smut, kinda fluff-ish, & swearing

a/n: sorry that it takes me literally years to come out with new capture parts. i’ve just been very unmotivated and i just haven’t been able to put my thoughts into words lately. BUT this is finally part nine and i hope you enjoy ! <3

You braced your body for a hard fucking.

Even in the hazed state of drunkenness, where you could hardly make out the few feet in front of you, your body ached and shivered for his touch. Just feeling the warmth of his tall stature standing behind you created some sort of barrier of relief, like you could feel safe within his arms.

Which should be far from the truth...

You heard the echoing sound of his pants falling to the ground with a thud, while his shirt flew over your head and landed on the floor in front of you. Still, even in the weakness of want and need, you contemplated an escape. You knew you'd never succeed, but it was a thought trapped in the back of your mind at all times.

It felt like it had been forever since he last touched you, when in reality, mere seconds.

You almost cried out for him, but you soon felt the coolness of his hand travel down your spine, eliciting a soft whimper to cascade from your lips. His finger pulled the brim of his shirt up your body, just enough to fully examine your backside like it was a precious artifact. You arched your back to his touch, sighing as both of his hands slid up your sides.

Not a word slipped from his mouth as he slipped his hands beneath your thighs, aligning his hard cock with your drenched pussy, roughly pulling you closer to him.

“What made you think you could get into Daddy’s alcohol?” He questions as he finally sinks in, filling your center’s walls until he no longer could. You held your breath as he stretched your pussy achingly slow, a groan escaping his mouth as his girth becomes surrounded with your warmth.

“And snoop around my office like a fucking bad girl?” Just a slow as before, he retracts his hips from yours, watching as your breathing becomes erratic. “D-Daddy!” You scream when he roughly thrusts into you without warning, beginning a quick pace that made you squeal.

He drew his hand back and laid a harsh slap against your ass, guiding his other hand to your shoulder to hold onto for stability. His own breathing became ragged as his cock reached depths into your pussy, unlike any other guy ever had. His reddened tip brushed just delicately over that body-numbing spot that made you squirm and want to shriek with pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” He murmured breathlessly to himself, which only furthered him to want you more. He travels his free hand back down to your slick folds, adding quick circles with his thumb to the hood of your clit. Your mind was too slow to comprehend the amount of ecstasy the man behind you was bringing, but you knew you had to be close to combusting around his sunken cock— and you could hardly wait.

He was close too, his movements became ragged and he too was in a state of euphoria where he couldn’t decipher what’s wrong from right.

“I-I’m so fucking close, Daddyy.” You drug out, hiccuping when he brushes over that spot over and over, like he knew that that’s where it made you shiver and yelp for him. You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you came all over him— falling apart in his grasp.

And he did the same.

He breathed a soft moan as he came undone, shooting his hot spurts of cum up into you, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Soon enough, he pulled away from you. The warmth of him and his body leaving you sprawled out upon his desk like it had never happened.

You turned over to lay on your back, exhaustion tightening upon your heaving body. If allowed so, you would've fell asleep right on his desk. Possibly even lay down on the floor, for your room seemed like miles away and your legs weren't stable enough to balance on anyway. Your eyes were already shut and your mind became clear, unbothered by anything surrounding you.

Even he had escaped your mind, all until you felt your shirt unravel down your body, shielding the bareness of your skin. He cleaned up the mess that the two of you had made, and tucked a piece of lose hair behind your ear.You didn't care to open your eyes, but your heart seemed to beat a little quicker as he picked you up. His touch was delicate, like you were a priceless piece of art. And he even walked gracefully, slow and simple steps until the warmth of another room struck your frozen face.

His embrace was so comfortable, soothing even, and you couldn't help the heaviness of your eyelids. You were halfway asleep before he laid you down on his bed and lifted the silky smooth covers over your body.

"Goodnight, G." You weren't sure how, but you were capable enough whisper that little phrase. His heart fluttered, a smiling drawing his lips and he just had to bend down and leave a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Sweet dreams." His once harsh voice was softer than he had ever used it, something familiar that you seemed to have known a long time ago..

Your dreams swept over your fulfilled mind, and a deep sleep fell over you.

Your eyes fluttered open and a golden splash of sun had seeped ever so quietly through the window of the room in which you were peacefully sleeping in. You were sunken into the pillowy surface of a gigantic bed, the fluffy duvet covering you entirely and some more. In the imaginary book titled "Top Five Sleeps I've Ever Had," you'd have to say that waking up like this had to at least be pulling in the top three. It was so warm and comfy, and the likelihood of you ever moving from such a position, was very rare.

Now, the man, snoring like an angel would, beside you, shouldn't feel oh-so normal. In fact, anyone with morals and common sense would be outraged and have thrown a fit. After all, he's a stranger— who's gone as far as to kidnap you and hold you captive for however long it's been. But, if we're being honest, you've lost all sense and mindfulness by now. You're flatly surviving with your emotions at this point.

He is pretty attractive though...

Your eyes had nothing else to do except roam his exposed backside, the sunlight sculpting all the creases of his uniformly patterned muscles. And his soft hair, placed angelically upon the pillow where the rest of his head laid. If only it were under different circumstances, would you then and only then consider his affection and presumably put it into a relationship.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" His hoarse voice rose just a little above a whisper, a temporary chuckle flooding from his lips as well. "I'm admiring, not staring. There's a difference." Although you followed with an eye roll, your lips were twisted into a giddy grin and the roundest part of your cheeks became a rosy pink.

"Still quick-witted, huh?" He began as he rolled his body over to face you. His lips were a swollen red, just enough to leave a small peck upon— only if you could. His hazels were glistening after a long yawn emptied from his mouth, which unfortunately you're extremely contagious to. You open your mouth to replicate what he had just done, but your yawn is stopped short when his soothing words seeped from his lips.

"I wish it were back to normal, like the old days. With me, waking up right next to you." He began as a cheesy smile curved his lips. "Talking, laughing, deep conversations, debating, arguing— everything that we used to do, I want it back. I want you to remember who I am, to remember us."

"Then show me." You subtly demanded. His eyes flickered wider as his cheeks turned into a pinkish-red. Within an instant, he threw the covers off of the two of you and quickly scrambled out of the comfortable bed.

"C'mon." He held out his hand for your own, and with a nice smile you took it. He pulled you up from the bed and onto the chilling floor with ease, soliciting a short giggle as you stabilized your aching body upon your feet.

No matter how peculiar this situation is, you wanted to at least try to have one normal encounter with him.

You kept your hands intertwined as he led you from the room and down the hall towards the kitchen. He only let go when he was in reach of the coffee machine that he as nicely set atop the counter of his large kitchen. “Coffee, M’lady?” He curved one of his brows as he turned on the high tech machine as you happily nodded.

You haven’t had a warm cup of coffee in a long time, it seems...

Your stomach began to hurt from all the endless laughing you've been submerged in, reminiscing on your own childhood stories as well as his college adventures for the past couple hours. The two of you left the kitchen and your empty mugs awhile ago, and now you both were comfortably settled upon the expensively clothed couches that were strategically placed in the large living area.

Your mind is at such an ease, talking to a man you’ve somewhat grown to know in this morning.

The way he talked and expressed himself reminded you of someone you used to know, a long time ago. And it made your head fuzzy and clueless, irritated that you couldn't exactly pinpoint who he really was. Once the laughter had subsided, and the never-leaving question once again clouded your mind— you just had to ask.

"Who— Who are you?" Your voice was so curious, so innocent and in need of an answer from the man you've been so desperate to know for ages.

He didn't reply straight away. Instead, he focused his glistened orbs on the likes of yours, reaching depths it never had before. He intakes a large, deep breath, blowing his exhale out through his nose as his chest fell in a relaxed sigh.

"Grayson," He solemnly began, standing from his former seat and taking a few steps towards you, "Dolan." He crouched down before you as his lips sealed, his shaking hands falling onto your shoulders and gracefully sliding up your neck, resting upon the warmth of your cheeks.

You mind tumbled as your tongue wouldn't lather a word to permit from your mouth. You froze, unable to move or even think clearly as realization courses through you.

"It can't be.." You were eventually able to stutter, bringing your hands up to lay flat on his own. A single tear fell from you eye, and Grayson shuttered..

He's dead.

And so am I.

to be continued...

#dolan twins #grayson #ily #dolan twins smut #dt #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grant #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan smut #graysondolansmut #dick grayson #graysonbailey #graysonbaileydolan #smut #ethandolansmut #ethangrantdolan #grayson and ethan

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the-satellite · 3 years

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Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!!

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

#cosmic entity's art #minecraft #mob talker mod #mc creeper #mc zombie #mc skeleton #mc spider #mc blaze #mc enderman #character design

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Heyyy love!! Please hold me back I'm gonna fight your pillow >:( tho I am glad you're better. It's good that the pill and water helped :) cheese and Netflix sounds so good right now, what are you watching?

I really understand that, at least you'll get to celebrate it with more people, and that's already such fun. I also had a thought. When new year's eve finally rolls around, Malaysia will be in 2021 two hours earlier than Kazakhstan. I'll be sure to message you during that time period, 😝😝 aaaah that'd be so cool, dont you think?

Omg that is really cool, so it's like adding oc's in the storyline!!! 😣 Kouki Yoshido and Aito Okada sound cool, I already like their positions 🤚😼 and that requires a lot of planning, I'm sure it'll keep you guys busy (in the best way possible, because it's also fun to work on stuff with your friends) tho noooo, please don't say that, I love hearing you talk about stuff, and something you're passionate about like this? Yes please my heart is MELTING 😣💖 makes me love you all the more (which I didn't think was possible ;-;)

omg then you'd love a dish we have here!! I had it earlier, which is why I asked you that question. it's called "pan mee" and it's like, SPICY noodles, with dry chili, pickles, egg, and minced meat and it's so good 😭😭 (and yes I ate it for lunch! Proud for not skipping today xD) tho yes since it's both spicy, and noodles, I think you'd like it. It's a dish native to the Hakka Chinese, and since my grandma was Hakka, she loved it too. Just googled plov. It looks epic :>

aw that cafe sounds wonderful. I really hope you'll someday find it again, and be able to try the green tea :) tho I totally agree with what you've said about pizzas and quiches 😣😣 they finish wayy too fast and before you know it, the whole pizza is gone :<

ahhh Molly sounds like such an adorable name, you must've had a great time with the parrot. (He sounded like such a darling...) It's a shame :( I'm sorry to hear that >:(((

omg that logo was so pretty! The blues 😍😍😍 Here's ours... It's transparent too, so I hope you can see it xD (Leo stands for "leadership, experience, opportunity" which is lame ik😣 but oh well— we're basically a social service club with a whole lot of protocol)

AHH yes Rowling just makes all potterheads look bad. I loved the series ever since I was really young, and I've read the books multiple times, but the author as a person?? Nope. 🙀 I also had a project presentation earlier, and I'm v sure I screwed it up but uh nevermind 😭😣😣😣😣

That gif nooooo skjdksks too cute. And omg what you smile when you think of me? Combusting rn, that's so sweet I'm flustered

I love you so much :)

—Ari

Helloo!!

Ahah, sunshine, would a hug hold you back?^^" Please dont fight my pillow, its ruined as it is now hehe~ really though, the kids messed it up so bad😩

I'm watching Alice in the Borderland, you might've seen Kuro watching that in his stories too, (I checked the name in google and apparently it's also a manga😳 might read it later) It's pretty cool, I only watched two episodes but it's already awesome. It's a good watch, though theres blood and death and sexual scenes, so be careful~

I didnt even think about that, haha! I'm looking forward to it♡^з^ I'm sure itll be amazing!!

I'm really glad you think so, surprisingly those two are my most treasured children😩 even though I wasn't the one to create them XD still I think they're nice little kids. I'm hoping we finish the team soon so I could show you each of them😭

Ehhh I'm glad to hear that~ Its the only passion I have at the moment, and ... did I say that already??? I think I did. Or??? Either way, its really dear to me, and tbh if Liza wasn't busy we'd probably finish it all a lot quicker:( I feel bad cuz shes got a strict mom, but when we're on call they seem to have a pretty good relationship aside from when they're commanding her, so I guess it's not as bad as I thought. Still, she's busy, and barely finds time and place to draw.

Sorry, I'm gonna carry on about Liza for a little bit, because I'm really proud of how shes becoming lately--- I moved out of town a few years ago, maybe three or something, and to be honest I haven't really expected her to improve so much?? It's still got a few problems, but to be honest, the first time I saw her drawing I almost cried because I felt so proud, as I was the one to actually help her with the basics. I guess that's what being friends with artists does to you, but still I got really emotional when I first saw her improvements XD

Oh my god, SPICY NOODLES?? PICKLES????? EGGS????? MINCED MEAT???? SIGN ME THE HELL UP I AM ON MY WAYYYY I am definitely cooking you some plov and I really hope you like it😭😩

I hope so too!! ~and it especially sucks when you're in a big family, Kuro's been crying about how he got one slice of pizza when the kids ate everything every time💀 makes me wanna adopt him even more tbh JSHDJSJD

He was!! That month was hard because my dog also died, I miss them all so much🥺

OH it looks so good!!! The abbreviation (is that the word😭) is really cool too?? I love the lions hehe, big hairy cats go grrr

True true true, I absolutely can't stress enough how much struggle it is when the author is a bad person. I've been listening to a group, but the leader is an abusive/manipulative prick apparently, so the songs are like a guilty pleasure. I literally cant stop listening to them cuz their songs are the most relatable thing I've ever heard, but yet, it's sad to see that the one who wrote them is not a good person :<

Oh, I'm sure you didnt? I dont know the details though, but even if you did, please dont worry!! I'm sure you got the point through, and that's what's important:) No one can do everything perfectly, so dont stress about it<3

Hehehhe, no way, you're cuter😠❤❤ of course I do, your messages are one of the main sources of serotonin for me😝💞

I love you too!! Hope you're doing good<3

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