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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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pairing: ghost!gojo satoru x f!reader

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about: the bump you’ve been hearing in the night isn’t just your imagination, it’s a friendly ghost. a handsome ghost. a ghost who you've befriended that isn't so sure he wants to share you.

contents: nsfw - mdni. you are enjoying oral sex (f!receiving) from a ghost, voyeurism (he's a creep but reader is into it ♡), vaginal fingering, alcohol consumption, mentions of masturbation, possessiveness leaning on yandere behavior, reader is referred to with feminine terms (pretty girl) and is stated to be wearing a dress.

notes: welcome to thot-o-ween 2023! we are kicking things off with my ghostly boyfriend and im gonna be honest with u guys here, i didn't do extensive research about the ins and outs of ghost sex but he can materialize and harden the parts of him he wants to and let's leave it at that, okay? thank you to @rossithepixie for beta reading this bad boy and i hope you enjoy! happy halloween!

Another unlucky night, you lament upon arriving back to your apartment. Your keys jingle in the door as you turn the lock with your uncomfortable heels dangling from your hand, pushing the door inward and slumping with each step forward.

Third dates usually end better than this but it seems your last several third dates have ended with nothing satisfying, polite kisses and wishes for a good evening. It’s hard not to internalize the rejection given this is the fourth person it has happened with and you drop your heels with a thud on the hardwood below, padding across the floor and working off your jewelry, contorting your wrist to unclasp your bracelet.

“Back already?”

A sigh and a shake of your head mark that you already know who the voice belongs to despite being unable to witness its owner. Tossing your bracelet down on the coffee table, you slump against the couch with an unimpressed grunt and jump slightly when you look up to see a pair of blue eyes with white hair falling in them staring back at you.

You don’t know why you expected anything less than Satoru being ready to gloat that you’ve returned home empty handed but you hoped for at least a little bit of time to lick your wounds.

“Well hello to you, too,” you snip and he chuckles. The dim overhead light shines through him reminding you that he isn’t quite human, something it’s all too easy to forget given his charming grin and affable nature, and he hops over the top of the couch in a flash and plops down next to you.

You still aren’t sure how you ended up with a ghost as a freeloading roommate nor how you’re able to not only see but feel and communicate with him but at least he makes good company after your failed attempts at finding love. He’s always there with a silly joke or a goofy smile to make things hurt a little less.

It’s almost embarrassing how easy it has been to find comfort in this specter, a figment of a man left on Earth for reasons you’ll never know, but hey - a friend’s a friend when you’re lonely.

“Not sure what happened this time,” you explain while standing up. He watches your every move, eyes dancing across your chest and trailing down your waist and hips as your dress settles back across them. Taking one look at you, hunger rises within him but he swallows it as you walk to the kitchen and he hears the telltale noise of a corkscrew at work.

He can be as patient as he needs for as long as he needs given his games have worked up until this point. You pour a glass of wine, another sitting next to your full glass, and you furrow your brow.

“Satoru?”

He looks over the couch, eyes narrowing as he sees your relaxed posture and the way you lean against the counter next to you. It has to be the dress, he thinks, that hugs every delicious curve and has made the already thin tether he keeps on his self control further loosen.

“Yeah?”

You smile when he responds, pulling your glass away from your lips. His eyes fall on the lipstick stain left behind and he has to curl his fist in his lap and keep his face neutral to keep his frustration from showing.

“Ghosts don’t eat or drink, right?”

He shrugs, arm dangling over the side of the couch as he watches you slip the glass back into the cupboard above your head. You’re assuming that he isn’t interested in the wine despite how his eyes follow your every move. It isn’t unusual that you feel him watching you, having to draw boundaries on where he is and is not allowed to be several times given how you’ve seen his face after wiping the mirror off post shower, but this feels different. Weighted. Maybe he’s worried about your ego after your failed conquests.

“Not usually, no, but we can make exceptions.”

Raising your eyebrows, you hum at the way he accentuates the last word. Another sip and warmth fills you, wine relaxing your frazzled nerves. You approach the couch again and slip next to him, pulling your knees to your chest with an amused smile.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, looking up at you through his lashes. Sliding your wine onto the table beside you, you consider for a moment what to say next not knowing where your words could possibly lead. He’s harmless, friendly, and a friend.

A little flirtation just to make sure you’re still capable of it couldn’t possibly hurt anything, could it?

“What kind of exceptions do you make when it comes to eating, Satoru?”

You wonder what he was like when he was alive - was he just like this? All jokes and fun and bluster or was he serious, tied down by responsibilities and pain? Was he this handsome even when the light didn’t shine through him, illuminating him in a way that makes you wonder if he isn’t an angel rather than a thing that goes bump in the night?

“Hmm…well. Children, small animals…” he pretends to be thinking, fingers stroking his chin and you laugh raucously at his display. He shakes his head and puts his other hand on your calf, cold fingers sending shivers crawling through the limb. You make a show of shivering but don’t shove him off, instead moving closer.

“Anything else?”

He hums at your question, hand sliding from your calf to your exposed knee. Your dress rides further and further up your thighs and he can almost see the lacy little panties he watched you slip over your legs before leaving. He spent all evening thinking of the way the trimmed hair covering your mound poked through the holes in the lace, pacing the apartment hoping, hoping, hoping that this time would be the time where you took the rejection personally enough to seek him out for comfort.

It seems his plan is working flawlessly and he’s smug, raising his chin and looking down his nose at you just enough that it makes you shutter. You aren’t sure if it’s the wine or maybe that you’re reading too much into the situation, but you watch raptly as his mouth moves.

“Sometimes I eat really pretty girls if the appetite strikes.”

Raising your brows, you lean forward and look up at him. He knows all too well what that look means, unfortunately having to witness you flash it at the few people you’ve managed to bring home over the last ten months of living here, but he can forget about them now that it is pointed at him.

“Oh is that so?”

He nods, hand crawling further up your leg. You wish you could describe the sensation, a cold static, the trace of his touch across your skin, but words fail you as his eyes blaze. The tension is thick and it’s almost puzzling how you ended up here, scooting closer and closer with each second that passes. His hand dances at the hem of your dress, fingers slipping beneath and grazing the soft skin beneath it and he moans.

“How long have you wanted to do that for, I wonder?”

You giggle, ass scooting across the couch to drape your legs over his thighs and hips. The two of you sit across from one another, legs barely spread, and you take a step to spread yours further.

“I think the better question is how long have you wanted me to do it for?”

Raising your brows as his touch creeps further upward, you wonder if you haven’t met your match in the form of the eerily tall specter that lingers over the back of your couch. He makes himself scarce unless he wants to be seen, pounding footsteps and shifting on the shelves hanging on your wall the only trace of him when others are around.

You stop yourself on that thought and he sees awareness dance across your face, recalling the moments where your last several dates were in the apartment and you had to insist the rustling was the pet cat you do not have fiddling with things in your room or down the hallway.

“Have you been…” the accusation slips past your lips and you can’t stop it, head tipping as he reaches out and cups your face with his free hand, one hand still sliding across the bottom of your panties. His cool fingers are a rush across your heated skin, hotter now than it was a few moments prior, and he nods.

“Yeah, I have been.” He expects you to react more strongly than you are but your mouth remains agape and wordless. “You keep bringing these idiots home and it’s my job to make sure they know you already have everything you need right here.”

He shifts position onto his stomach, his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch as his lips, cool and soft, follow the same pattern his fingers were previously taking. He laces your calf with kisses, licking the curve of your knee and nibbling as he reaches the soft of your inner thigh and you feel your hips buck instinctively.

You should kick him off of you, disgusted by his antics, but you feel your slick pussy lips rub against one another as you shift where you sit. Those electric eyes are locked on you and he dips his fingers beneath the lace that spurred his frenzy, groaning as he comes into contact with your searing hot warmth and the wetness seeping from your cunt.

“Seems like you aren’t disappointed to hear that,” he taunts, nibbling your soft skin again while working one long digit across your slit. You gasp when the back of his finger brushes against your swollen clit and he chuckles. “You wanna hear what else I’ve been doing since we’re bein’ honest?”

Satoru’s finger traces the same pattern through your slit, finger gliding easily along the sensitive skin and you nod, lip between your teeth. You want to witness exactly what he’s doing to you because the feeling is indescribable - more intense than anything you’ve ever felt.

“I’ve been watching you,” he withdraws his finger from your panties and you whimper, brow furrowing. Eyes fixed on him, you watch as he pulls the finger into his mouth and hums at the taste. The wet digit is removed from his mouth with a pop and he slides it back into your panties, dipping into your cunt only to make your back arch.

“Watching you do that,” he nods at your last movement. “With that noisy vibrator. With the showerhead.” He continues, mouth moving closer to your panty covered pussy with each word. “With people who don’t deserve it.”

Another chill runs through you at the insinuation that he has been watching you…everywhere. In the shower, in your bedroom, in the living room with a blanket pulled over your lap for some sense of decorum. Your walls clench around his finger and he finally lowers his face to your pussy, licking a broad stripe over the front of your underwear.

Tipping your head back, you moan his name and it’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard in life or after it. He licks another strip, tip of his tongue tracing your slit through the lace, and you reach behind you to grasp onto a throw pillow.

“I’ve been waiting for when you’d pick up on it but it seems my pretty girl wanted to believe I’m nothing but a friendly houseguest,” he taunts from between your legs but you are at his mercy enough that you don’t mind the challenge.

You like the way his eyes shine as they look down at your core, as if he’s found a prize that he has searched many lifetimes for. He has and he holds himself back from making further moves, taking the time to keep you wound up.

“You’re mine now no matter who you bring in here, you know that right?”

You nod, and he tuts from below. You aren’t getting off that easily.

“Say it,” he prompts. “Say you’re mine.”

Untucking your lip from between your teeth, you reach out and try to grab his face but find it’s futile, phasing through him as it drops back down to the couch below. You try again, raising your hand to be met with the same results, and he waits.

“Say it and I’ll let you touch me too.”

You aren’t certain of how that works but he would know more about the delicate relations between a ghost and a human so you acquiesce, nodding while you look at him.

“I’m yours,” you whisper and he wastes no time going back to work, dipping his head back down to your covered cunt and pulling your panties away. He inhales, eyes fluttering shut at the scent of your arousal, and you reach to touch him to find you can merely graze him, fingers dancing along his sharp jawline. It’s enough for now, distracted by how his tongue now dances between your folds.

“Fuck that’s so good,” you whimper and he wraps his lips around your aching clit, your back arching to put all of you in his face. He loves it, surrounded by your thighs and your scent and your beauty, and he hums his pleasure around the bud.

Releasing your clit, he begins to once again lap at you like a man starved, tongue dragging from your bud to your entrance and down lower, the sensation still one you are struggling to name. You’ve been on the receiving end of good oral sex more than once but this physically feels like something you’ve never experienced, cold and hot and spiritual. It’s difficult to describe so you don’t bother, keeping moans spilling from your mouth instead.

Continuing to lave his tongue across the mess he’s making of your pussy, he swallows thickly and looks up at your pleasured face. The sight makes him smile, more than happy he has finally managed to get his way, and he adds another finger to the one he has kept massaging your insides. His tongue retracts but you don’t mind, long fingers filling you more than you anticipated and drawing gasps from you.

“Just remember,” his blue eyes fall to where his fingers curl against your pelvis, squelching with your wetness and his saliva. “I can follow you wherever you go.”

You gasp when his fingers curl against the spongy spot inside of you that makes your head swim, walls once again gripping him so tightly he can hardly move so he settles in place.

“You’ll never get away from me now.”

Nodding, you smirk and it turns into a gasp when he runs his thumb over your clit, hips canting to match the rhythm his fingers were working at before they stopped.

“You assume I want to,” you shoot back breathlessly through swollen lips. You’ve been gnawing that lower lip a little too hard and it’s plump, slick with spit and he admires the shine while you speak. “Maybe you'll never get away from me.”

Raising his brows, Satoru wonders if this wasn’t your endgame all along. Recalling all the times you spread your legs and stroked your pussy on the couch, knowing he could see it; memorizing all of the people who have darkened your doorstep, only to get you all warmed up and then be sent away - you making the choice instead to moan into the cool dark of your room while making yourself cum again and again.

“Looks like we’re on the same page then,” he confirms and you smile. His mouth goes back to work, tongue slurping and drinking every bit of you that he can, and you feel yourself edging closer and closer to cumming for him, for real, this time.

His fingers work inside of you and he closes his mouth over your sensitive clit, your mouth opening in a wordless shout with your release. You weren’t expecting it to come just yet but you won’t complain, head drooping backwards and eyes shut tightly. The on top of the world feeling is coaxed out of you for as long as it can be, his mouth mercifully releasing you when you start breathing heavily.

His face rests against your thigh, glistening chin backlit and shining, and you reach out to touch him again and gasp when your touch lands, fingers wrapping around his jaw. Again, you won’t question it knowing that the best orgasm of your life just came at the hands of this man…or spirit…Whatever he is, you aren’t terribly concerned about it.

“I feel like I need to take you out to dinner now,” you tease breathlessly and he laughs, cheek still pressed to your thigh. Placing a kiss, he winks in your direction and you feel that familiar heat rise in you once again.

“We have all the time in the world for that, now don’t we?”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #thot o ween 23 #monster mash 23 #kendall writes

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zleepysnails · 8 months

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hello-ween and happy halloween! (idc if its still day 3 im gonna post halloween stuff)

this is a redraw of that one welcome home halloween art (but with the swap!au characters) so credits goes to clowncoffin/partycoffin!! rlly proud of it

also bonus

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #frank frankly #sally starlet #poppy partridge #eddie dear #julie joyful #swap au #halloween #halloween art #happy wall-oween!!#welcome home swap au

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daftpatience · 7 months

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trick or treat : ))

hello friend!!! happy hall of ween!!!!

#im switching to mspaint as of now for these enjoy #trick or treat requests

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weenwrites · 2 years

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Hello! i havent asked on tumblr for quite a while, so i apologize if this sounds a bit awkward. Im not sure if you do the whole gang/masterlist for fnf, but if you do, may i get the whole gang (separate) with an S/O who loves collecting rubber ducks for no reason at all? please and thank you :]

FNF Gang W/ An S/O Who Loves Collecting Rubber Ducks

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

Ween Says: “It didn't sound awkward at all! And also even though writing for the entire FNF gang goes over my character limit, I'll do it just this once.”

Bf would find your collection to be super neat! He'd also want to squish every single one, especially if they squeak. But if you'd prefer for him to keep his hands to himself, he'd totally respect that and instead ask about the collection. Is there a reason you started collecting them? How long have you been collecting them for? Which one's your favorite? Also he'd be able to relate over collecting things, I'd like to think that he also has a collection of his own that he maintains, perhaps a cool item collection. Just little bits and bobbles that he just so happens to like.

Gf, like Bf, would really want to take a look at every single one. She'd pick one up and look it over curiously, but before she'd finish looking it over another one would immediately catch her eye, so she'd drop it and move onto the next. But if you don't want her touching the rubber ducks she'll apologize and try to keep her hands to herself. I feel like afterward she'd want to collect rubber ducks as well, and maybe once she gets a small collection going, she'd show you all the rubber ducks she's collected.

If you have a rubber ducky that happens to squeak aloud, Pico would definitely try to startle you with it. He'd pick it up while you weren't looking and keep it with him (of course he'd give it back afterward,) while you show him your collection, and then when you least expect it he'd squeeze it just to startle you. But all in all, he finds your collection pretty neat. While he wouldn't be too interested in starting a collection himself, he wouldn't mind helping your collection grow.

Senpai finds it rather endearing that you’re keeping a collection of rubber ducks. And if anyone were to insult your collection he’d start calling them out. If he ever passed through a store and found a fancy rubber duck, he’d definitely buy it for you. Also, if you have a rubber duck that squeaks, you could get the unholiest scream out of him if you startled him. He’d never admit that you startled him though.

Depending on where you keep your collection, Lemon Demon/Monster might’ve stumbled over it before and nearly used one as a chew toy. Since he lives out in an old abandoned mansion, or just someplace away from society he isn’t well-acquainted with human trinkets and contrivances. Regardless, he finds your collection of rubber figures to be cute! He doesn’t like the ones that squeak though.

Whitty finds rubber ducks to be pretty cute! So he’d think your collection is pretty cool! I’d like to think that he might’ve found a couple in the trash once and kept them. I’d also like to think that if he accidentally stepped or squished one that squeaks, he’d be startled by the sudden high-pitched squeak it lets out, but after that he wouldn’t be startled again.

When you showed Ruv your collection, he just gave you a thumbs up, said “cool,” and that’s it. While you might be left with the idea that he doesn’t think much of it, you’re wrong. He’d help your collection grow by gifting you rubber duckies he stole from stores and whatnot. Also if you handed him a squeaky rubber ducky and allowed him to squeeze it as hard as he could, it’d definitely let out an extremely high-pitched squeak before suddenly popping.

Sarvente's happy that you have a hobby that you enjoy, and she'll happily listen to whatever you have to say about your collection, and ask you questions about it. If you have any squeaky rubber duckies you could definitely startle her by squeaking one when she least expects it.

Agoti would also try to startle you if one of your rubber ducks happen to squeak when squished. Overall, he'd find your collection to be pretty cool and if he happened to find one he'd like, you'd definitely be able to tell with how he picked it up and never set it back down until you asked him to put it back. If you let him keep it, he'd definitely cherish it in secret and keep it in his room.

Tabi doesn’t really think much of your collection, but he’s happy that it’s something that makes you happy. He’s a thoughtful person though, so if he were to ever come across another rubber duck he thought you might like, he’d get it for you. Also, if you tried to startle him with a rubber duck that squeaks, you wouldn’t spook him. He’d just look at you with a look on his face that spells out, “really?”

I'd like to imagine that Kapi would have a collection of something as well, so he'd be able to relate over collecting a random object for no reason apart from wanting to because it made you happy. He'd like to boop each and every one, or squeeze them if they squeaked. And if each one made a different sounding squeak than the last, he'd definitely try to play a tune using them.

Hex also enjoys collecting stuff! However he doesn’t have a collection of rubber duckies. He does find your collection to be pretty neat, and regardless of how big or small it may be, he’d be impressed at your dedication to maintaining (and perhaps expanding) your collection. He’s happy that collecting rubber duckies makes you happy! Later he might share some cool facts about rubber duckies that he found online. Like did you know that the yellow rubber duckies we know now were presumably made by a sculptor named Peter Ganine in the 1940s?

Garcello thinks that you’re collection’s pretty cool, and he does wonder why you collect rubber duckies... But if you have no reason, that’s cool too. Once or twice, he might’ve used one like a sock puppet to convince you to come to bed, or take a break from something you’ve been doing for the past few hours. Also the two of you may or may not have started a little game where you try to startle one or the other with a squeaking rubber duck.

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zuzusexytiems · 10 months

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Idk when it was that I stopped typing with proper capitalization but maybe I ought to bring that back, lmao

Anyway. Hello, Tumblr 🥹 It's been a while (again). I have a lot of thoughts on Twitter's X revamp, but the gist is that I'm going through a little ~migration~ process atm and trying to ween myself off Twitter entirely (so I can be more active again here) 😭

It's not an easy decision to make, but unless things get better on Twitter, I feel like going back here and making this my main platform again is something that needs to be done.

So if you're a fan of my work here on Tumblr, I'd like to ask for a little favor.

One of the reasons I've been hesitant to go back to this site is because my engagements here (and elsewhere) just aren't the same compared to the bird app. If I post something on Twitter, I'd get 200 to 500 likes on average (and that's within the span of 5 days).

Here, I'd be lucky to get 30 in a month.

I know that engagements aren't the end-all and be-all of making fanwork, but realistically speaking, when you work on something for days and pour your heart into it, it can be pretty demotivating to see it flopping 😞

So the favor I'd like to ask you guys is this! Reblogging. That's it. :')

For new Tumblr users, this site doesn't have an algorithm, and the only way things spread around here is through reblogs.

Unlike Twitter, likes, unfortunately, don't do anything here 😞 And with only likes and no reblogs, a post on Tumblr dies out and remains in obscurity—unless people start reblogging it.

So yes! I hope it's not too much to ask, but reblogs will help a lot—even if it's old posts from years ago, I really don't mind (and in fact appreciate that you like my stuff enough to go through them 🥺 I see some of you guys in the notifs, thank you so much 🥹🙏🏽)

If you'd like to see some of my original stuff (and would like to reblog any of them 🥺) you can find them under the #jeanpikutiems tag, the #my-art tag, or the #my-writing tag. :)

Second (and only if you want, of course!) please feel free to interact with me here 🥹💜 Whether it's through asks or replying to my posts, or even just adding your reactions in tags.

A huge reason as to why I stayed on Twitter for so long and (preferred it over Tumblr) was because people talked to me frequently there. I made friends and connections, exchanged headcanons with people, and gushed about my love for Jeanpiku freely. So if I'm able to interact with you guys here, I would honestly love that! (especially since it's getting kind of lonely shipping a small ship like Jeanpiku 😭).

I can't always promise to respond on time, but I'll definitely see your stuff and will be happy to interact with all of you whenever my schedule loosens up. 🥺💜

Anyway, I think that's it! Again, these aren't really ~requirements~ and I hope it doesn't sound like I'm asking for too much 😭 But I'm ngl, it will mean a huge, huge deal to me, especially the reblogs. 🥺

If you read through all of this, thank you for your time, and I'll see you around! 🥹💜

#musings #sharing tiems #jeanpiku #bye twitter #(I hope 😭)

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vermillioncourt-if · 4 months

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What's Huo Qinwen's relationship with her children? (Specifically MC but I'd love to see how she is with the other siblings too) is she cold and strict or caring and doting towards them? Or does she have a favorite that she especially dotes on and a least favorite that she pays less attention to?

OH and does the MC get to choose how they feel towards mother dearest/choose their dynamic (if you will) or is their relationship set in stone?

~💖 anon (idk if that's a thing or not I just saw it on Tumblr somewhere and thought it was cool, ANYWAY I LOVE HOW YOUR STORY IS GOING SO FAR HAVE A GOOD DAY!!)

Hello, Anon! I'm glad you asked and thanks for showing interest in the story so far! ❤️

I addressed this briefly in the Side Characters page, but I'd be glad to expand on it!

As for being able to pick how MC feels towards their mother, I'm debating whether or not to include it. It wouldn't really amount to much since she'd treat you the same, even if you didn't like her, so if I do include it, it'd be for flavor text only and not make much of a difference!

Consort Huo Qinwen's relationship with her children is all positive. As mentioned in the Side Characters page, she dotes on her children quite a bit, more than what's expected of a consort, anyways. She doesn't really have favorites among her children, but she does recognize that the younger ones need more attention than the older ones.

Nan Shuailu

Consort Huo's relationship with her first child and eldest son is as good as it can be. Second Prince Nan Shuailu is kept very busy as the heir's heir, meaning he doesn't see his mother too much anymore. He's also 25 years old, so he doesn't need his mother to baby him. That said, Consort Huo will still baby him. It doesn't really matter if he's 5 or 25, he's still her baby. In return, he actively works the court and its officials in her favor, which pisses Consort Xing off quite a bit.

Consort Huo also caused quite a bit of a fuss when Shuailu was born, since she refused to hand him to a wet nurse at first, which was customary for consorts. She was eventually convinced to hand him to a wet nurse, but it ended up working in her favor in the end since he refused to nurse from anyone but her.

Consort Huo's relationship with her second child is also good. MC still stays with their mother in her palace at the start of the story, so they see her quite a bit. She tries to arrange 1-on-1 time with them, knowing that most of her attention goes to the younger children than her older ones. She's supportive of everything MC decides to do and actively tries to show interest, even if it's out of her wheelhouse.

Nan Liangxu

Consort Huo's relationship with her third child is great. Seventh/Eighth Princess Nan Liangxu is only 8 years old, so she still requires her mother's attention. She enjoys doting on her daughter, buying her various dolls and stuffed toys for her never-ending collection as well as helping her get ready in the morning. Liangxu adores her mother in turn, often picking weeds flowers for her, since she's too young to do much. When she has time, Consort Huo also enjoys playing with her daughter.

Nan Qiongkuai

Consort Huo's relationship with her fourth child is also great. Tenth/Eleventh Prince Nan Qiongkuai is 2 years old, so he takes up much of her time. He's a very energetic and happy toddler, wanting to be carried quite a bit. He's still learning basics like numbers and colors, which she helps with when available. He spends most of his time around her with his nannies. He is also currently being weened off of milk, much to his displeasure. He still doesn't like being too far from her either, throwing tantrums when she has things to do that don't involve him. Like with Liangxu, Consort Huo will also play with him when she has the time.

#the vermillion court #asks #if: huo qinwen #if: nan shuailu #if: nan liangxu #if: nan qiongkuai #if: mc #side characters #character lore

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tea-moon-ster · 7 months

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Fic-O-Ween Day 5: Ritual

hello! here's the third part of the Fantasy Magic Au. follow the characters into their routine and find out what is bugging them. character credits to the amazing @lumosinlove , prompt and hosting credits to @noots-fic-fests. read it on ao3 here.

Everyone has their own rituals. In everyday life, it’s part of the little things that keep the same old cadence from sulking into soulless. You build your life, and rituals grow in the little drafts of what you worked hard to have. And when you can’t find the way back to yourself, they remind you that not everything is lost. Roux had always had his own series of rituals. Many dating back to when he bore another name, and the world was different.

Take a walk first thing in the morning.

Read a book during breakfast.

Check that everyone in the house is safe before going to sleep.

While some of them had needed adjustments, Roux sticked to many of his habits. He went on little adventures when the sun was still shy and cold, and Leo was still sleeping. Their cottage was close to the village, but also to the forest. That’s where Roux liked to go. Though, Leo didn’t appreciate when, on sheer instinct, the cat brought small prey back from his strolls. The hysterical screams stopped once Roux switched to fallen leaves -he’d tried to bring flowers, but it was harder than it looked, really. Awful business, flowers. Leo kept them all, though, and thanked Roux for the gift every morning. That was a new ritual Roux couldn’t bring himself to mind.

Also, Leo read to him every morning and every night. The witch has caught on his love for books without questioning it -not that Roux could have provided an answer, anyway. He now had a little nook on a bookshelf all to himself, with a soft pillow and a crocheted blanket. He liked that it was in the middle of books- Roux couldn’t get enough of books. He missed his own terribly. But Leo always read to him -spells, recipes, romances, Roux took it all. It was so easy to let himself purr against the wizard’s chest as it vibrated with a careful sweetness.

He also made sure Leo was safe before bedtime, even if the witch often struggled to sleep, deciding to read or cook instead. Those nights, Roux would follow him silently until the boy was too tired to delay his sleep any further, and then he’d curl up at Leo’s side and purr until he felt his body relax. And he knew Leo performed many protection spells on their cottage -he meticulously renewed them once a month- but maybe they could protect each other. Maybe he could be useful all the same.

New rituals were born, too.

Leo liked to sit in his armchair, ready for Roux to jump on his legs and listen to him read or talk. The boy would rant for hours about the most disparate topics, sometimes. After months spent together, Roux now knew that he missed his parents, and that he felt the pressure of a village relying on his powers, and not on the Winter Wizard’s anymore -he talked about that guy an awful lot. Sometimes, Leo would just stay silent and run long fingers down Roux’s back. And while no words were said, those were the saddest times. Roux didn’t mind his new life, not one bit. But sometimes there was nothing he wanted more than to speak reassuring words to the human who had taken him in. The frustration of only being able to meow or purr in response was swallowed down, together with all the other things Roux missed. If he could have spoken, he would have asked Leo a spell against feeling so helpless.

All in all, Roux was happy with what he’d found. He enjoyed the books, the chats, and the slow mornings. Those were rituals that worked better than magic on them both, when it came to feeling better and less alone and more human.

But Leo had other rituals, too, old ones that didn’t involve Roux. That stung a little, he noted as he studied Leo easing his blue, pointy hat on his curls and grab his cloak. He watched him place some vials in his basket and check twice if he had everything with him.

Roux felt abandoned.

“Roux, you’re not being abandoned.”

If Leo had thought that behavior might disappear after the first few weeks spent together, he’d been wrong: the cat had been living with him for five months now, and he was still as dramatic as the day he took him in. Weren’t cats supposed to be independent? Why did this one put on a show every time Leo left the house without him? Because he’s not a real cat, Knut, Leo reminded himself. And it’s your fault he’s still like this.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon,” he mumbled as he busied himself with his sack. “Don’t bring animals inside.”

The cat sighed. Sighed. Cats didn’t sigh.

Leo rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “How about…I buy some fish at the market for you?”

The cat immediately perked up, ears turning in attention. He let out a luxurious meow as he rolled on his blanket, then stared at him like a kicked kitten. The bastard knew he could get more out of it.

Unfortunately, Leo knew it, too. “And go to the library to see if they have something new to read?”

Ah, that’s more like it, the cat’s seemed to say. He purred as he stretched in his little nook, ready for a nap. Leo snorted. “You’re ridiculous. A ridiculous little man. And I feel like I spoil you too much. I really think I do.”

Roux didn’t argue with that. He seemed too pleased.

“Bye, you dramatic little creature.”

As we were saying, Leo had his own rituals.

A village depended on his powers now that his magic had reached maturity. That’s how things were. He’d joined an older wizard after his studies to be his apprentice, and now he was expected to take care of the little town of Gryffindor. The whole thing had been a bit unusual- his master didn’t bear his magical core: Kasey was a winter witch, and Leo a sun one. Even more absurd, while he should’ve moved once his training was over, Kasey had retired after a trip that lasted weeks -that had caused voices, too- only to become a lumberjack once he’d returned. Leo had simply taken his place.

But Leo didn’t mind the details, or the voices. Kasey had been his master, yes, but he was also one of his closest friends. And the villagers were kind and loyal. A tight knitted community who’d welcomed him warmly two years ago, and had eased the homesickness the cold always brought with a sense of familiarity.

Before running his errands down at the village, the young witch took the old path down the forest. Because the first stop every morning after a full moon was, unfailingly, Remus and Sirius’ house. It was a big, red thing, hidden by a spell that made it appear as an abandoned shack to everyone who ventured into the woods without invitation. The spell had been created by Kasey, but it was Leo who kept it running, these days.

The morning after the full moon was an intricate series of rituals, at the Black-Lupin cottage. Leo would drop by to leave the healing potions he’d prepared the days before; James and Lily would close their tavern at the village to come help; Sirius wouldn’t leave Remus’ side.

The night had been uneventful, thankfully. The dog and the stag had kept the werewolf busy enough not to let him harm himself, and the injury at his shoulder was getting better. Kasey would later quickly visit to see it personally -retirement or not, he was determined to help Remus how he could.

The witch left the cabin to its rituals, so that he could go on with his own: he visited the village’s market, met with a few clients to perform spells and sell potions, and made a quick stop to the library. After a moment of hesitation, he also walked into the apothecary’s. He didn’t need anything per se, but the urge to see if some ingredients would inspire him to try new solutions was too big. Soon, his basket was full. A silver snake’s skin for change. Fig tree roots for protection. Burnt sand from the East for guidance.

The fact that looking for solutions was turning into a ritual wasn’t welcomed like the other many, familiar habits. But Leo wouldn’t give up on Roux, and was ready to keep him safe no matter what. A hint of pride warmed his chest. He was nowhere near to finding a solution more than he was months ago, but he was determined to figure it out on his own. Sure, having Kasey to help him would have been easier, especially since he knew so much about metamorphosis- he’d been trying to find a cure for Remus for years now. But Kasey had grown more cautious of magic ever since his retirement. More hesitant, even hostile towards magic he didn’t know well, despite his calling and his love for it. Leo didn’t want to involve him if there was a remote possibility that the winter wizard would stop him. He wouldn’t risk that.

Rituals didn’t retire, that was for sure.

Kasey still enjoyed his cinnamon tea in the morning, and still put on his left boot on first. He’d never stop kissing Natalie before she left for work.

A new ritual was tapping his axe on the ground twice before starting to chop the wood for the day. Another one was leaving a slice of bacon on a plate just at the border of the forest, a few steps from his house.

He would do it every morning, waiting for the fox to appear.

Sometimes it’d come. Sometimes it wouldn’t.

It never let Kasey come too close, and the number of times it’d actually taken the meat could have been counted on one hand.

But Kasey had seen the fox stare, at him or the house or Natalie. It would only look, as if to check on them, before vanishing into the dark green again. None of his knowledge of fauna, signs interpreting, and witchcraft could explain it. But Kasey swore that there was something in that fox that was familiar.

Maybe he was just delusional. Maybe he just didn’t know how to let go.

But it was just a ritual, and he had nothing to lose.

#fic o ween 2023 #fic fest #lou's writing #lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #fic o ween #fic-o-ween

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[Main image description: A redraw of a scene from Bee and Puppycat, with Jon holding up Garfield, a happy look on Jon's face. Garfield's back is to the viewer and he is wearing a teal jacket with a purple collar and big pink shoulder bows. The back of the jacket reads "2024 January" across two ribbon banners, with a picture of Pooky the bear's face between the ribbons.]

Short playlist for one of those long-feeling months. The description I put on the playlist was "aiming for a decent start" and that's the vibe. We got this! Chase and I have been talking about why Nick Lutsko's music always seems to hit for us, beyond him being very good at working skeletons into things and also using puppets, and it has come down to a specific realist-pessimism in tone that does not deny hope or optimism.

Related media to some of the songs:

This month's playlist cover is inspired by the video for 'cliché - revisited' by mxmtoon, which features Bee and Puppycat themselves.

'Swinging On A Star' is featured (as sung by Bruce Willis and Danny Aiello) in the 1991 film Hudson Hawk, which is a charming film if one for a very specific audience.

"Rachel, Jack and Ashley Too" is one of two Black Mirror episodes I've seen and I remain forever fond of it, probably due to the particular approach to the Nine Inch Nails covers.

The Devil and Daniel Johnston is a great doc, available on Archive dot org. His music has been threaded through a lot of my adult life.

Anyway here's a link to January's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.

And embedded if you like that:

'Love Shack' - The B-52's

'Everybody (Backstreet's Back)' - Joseph C. Phaze

'The Leftovers (Main Title Theme)' - Max Richter

'Santanico's Fight Club' - Robert Rodriguez

'Time After Time' - Samantha Crain

'Enjoy The Silence' - Dead On A Sunday

'フロム天国 ' - RIM feat. EMA

'through the chimney' - demon gummies

'Hello Rainbow Road' - Kimiko Glenn

'(We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thang - Remastered 2006' - Heaven 17

'Robrash' - TR/ST

'cliché - revisited' - mxmtoon

'Walcott' - Vampire Weekend

'All I Want Is You' - Barry Louis Polisar

'Windy - Remastered Version' - The Association

'Tried And True' - Ween

'SENSITIVE' - MOTHICA

'Running up That Hill (Middle English)' - The_miracle_aligner

'Lightning's Girl' - Nancy Sinatra

'Neon Moon' - Brooks & Dunn

'Fresh Blood' - Eels

'Lovely Head' - Goldfrapp

'Rice' - Young Fathers

'Swinging On A Star - Single Version' - Bing Crosby

'On A Roll' - Ashley O

'Baby's On Fire - 2004 Digital Remaster' - Brian Eno

'Your Motion Says' - Arthur Russell

'Nothing To Declare' - MGMT

'All Night Long (All Night) - Single Version' - Lionel Richie

'Land Of Plenty' - OMC

'Buffalo Stance' - Neneh Cherry

'Virtual Insanity - Remastered' - Jamiroquai

'Software' - Nick Lutsko

'Halah' - Mazzy Star

'Wicked Game' - Widowspeak

'Phantom Birds' - Matt Berry

'Big Flame (Is Gonna Break My Heart in Two)' - Doris Wilson

'Big Time' - Angel Olsen

'Devil Town' - Daniel Johnston

''71: I Think I'll Make Another World' - The Magnetic Fields

#meche crossposts #playlists #meche makes playlists #Spotify

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i was tagged by @wormdream to shuffle my music and share the first ten songs that appear. i am doing this from my computer which has some stuff that i don't listen to anymore on it and also has a bunch of live bootlegs and b-side/compilation/unofficial stuff that i'll probably skip for this. thank you, anyways! <3

everything that could have been - kittie. from the album funeral for yesterday. i think there's too much repetition in this song at the end. could have been either condensed down or added some more words to it. i am excited for the new kittie album though!

put your hand inside the puppet head - they might be giants. from their album they might be giants. i love the music video for this song.

a man alone - aaron freeman. i did say i was going to skip the unofficial stuff, but this stopped me in my tracks. i only went through aaron's music once and should totally revisit it again. i have two versions of this on my computer, one is thirty seconds longer than the other. i got the shorter one. very sweet, very somber.

gioco d'azzardo - paolo conte. from his album appunti di viaggio. the instrumentals are great in this. conte is just really good at writing music. i still haven't heard all of his albums though.

paloma - tall juan. my beloved tall juan!!! i got into him in high school whilst looking for free stuff on bandcamp. he is also friends with mac demarco who i used to listen to all the time. i think it's funny how the lesser known artist that i found out about through a bigger artist stuck with me and the larger artist didn't. i was so happy to have seen him in february. he was so nice and very funny.

town to town - hello the band. one of flansburgh's side projects. it's a good song. i think it's interesting to see what they make without the other john.

mad (feat. lil wayne) - solange. from a seat at the table. i haven't listened to this album in a long time. i listened to this a lot in high school. her voice is sooooo beautiful! this is still the only album i have heard by her. i should take the time to listen to her other albums some day. ALSO she had the best song in yo gabba gabba.

the last song - sleater-kinney. from their self titled album. i am still on the fence about them. this is the only album i heard from them, i found it at a thrift store. maybe i'll enjoy their other albums more or maybe i just need to listen to this one more. sometimes whenever i finally listen to an album by a band that is influential within a specific scene, i get the opinion of this is something i would have liked more when i was an angsty teenager and was being introduced to punk with the more well known stuff. like i am at a place where i don't need the introductory stuff, i already have bands that are deeper into that genre that i can jam out to. does that make any sense? they're not bad like listening to ramones or some shit. like why would you waste your time with ramones or sex pistols or some other shitty popular punk band? sleater-kinney i can appreciate and would have loved as a kid when i needed more female fronted bands that were really cool and were more of my style. kittie is another example of this. i do love kittie a lot, but i wish i knew about them before as a kid. we should revisit this topic later.

tender situation - ween. from the album pure guava. ween is another band where i wish i got into when i was a kid. same with tmbg. i think i would have had the opinion that their early stuff was better unfortunately, however, they would have been perfect for fourteen year old me. i could have been burning their stuff onto cds for friends and making them listen to it like i did with daniel johnston. i love ween. i got into them after listening to most of the flaming lips' albums and was so disappointed by their stuff and ween ended up being exactly how i was hoping the flaming lips would sound.

(system)control - bleed the pigs. from the mortis fatum ep. FANTASTIC BAND! exactly what i needed after listening to so much boring indie rock. i neeeeeed to listen to more bands like them. the mixing is exactly what i like with the vocals not being too high up which i find is a problem in a lot of metal and punk and just rock in general. everything about them is just perfect!

well...i won't tag anyone for this. the commentary wasn't even part of the tag game, i just like to talk about music.

#i had a whole different list at first but completely scrapped it #i know that defeats the purpose however i wasnt fucking with it #also for this new list i listened to every song through unlike the first time #i wish i could add all my records tapes and cds to this #i am more diverse with my music when it comes to physical media. it's easier to get into stuff that way for me

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Hello it's me again! I have burning questions. U don't have 2 answer all of them I'm just really curious.

Raising a baby can be tiresome(but so SO worth it) So i wanted to know how the first few days with baby Weegi was like for Mario? Did he interact with his parents even less, like did he flatout avoid them or? I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't even there. Did he figure out how to take care of an infant all by himself like i did? You know like figuring out which foods to give, allergies, cleaning the baby, medicine, first aid just in case. Like how much of this knowledge did he have after taking those classes. Did he ever had anyone else for support bsides Pauline. Did Pauline look after lu when Mario needed some time to rest🥺(did he even rest??) When did he meet Spike?They have a better relationship than canon which i think is cool. Oh and how long did it take for Mario to start calling them aunt/uncle for Weegi and what made him do it?- 🍊(lol sorry that was a lot of questions)

OKAY SO IM KIND OF SAD BECAUSE I HAD A VERY LONG RESPONSE TYPED OUT TO YOU AND MY MOTHER SWIPED UP ON MY TUMBLR SO WOW. Anyway I'm gonna try and rewrite what I did before but I'm so sorry if it's not detailed cuz I'm sad LMFAO

The first few days of Mario raising Luigi were extremely hard. He'd never interacted with a baby before and had no idea what to do physically, despite the knowledge he had. But he knew that he had to try, as this baby was the light he had wanted in his life for so long, he wanted that happiness, and this child had been giving him everything he'd wanted in the span of just a few days.

Pauline's mother had taught him how to change nappies and bathe him, though to Mario, this baby was so fragile he was scared to harm him. So he was constantly flooded with anxiety around Luigi for the first few months until he developed a bit more.

His parents weren't present, despite his arguing against it at first. He wanted them to be present for Luigi, but they just weren't. Mario just had to learn that and in the end he found it was for the better that they weren't there.

Mario had to learn all of it himself - I would also like to say that I worked as an early years practitioner apprentice for around 7 months and though I never finished my qualification, I was 50% into my course so I know quite a lot about the development of infants. The weening process was particularly scary for him as he was terrified of Luigi having an allergic reaction, thankfully that didn't happen though. He was already trained in paediatric first aid as he just wanted something to do during the summer.

Medicine and any medical stuff... that's going to be included later on in the book. :)

Pauline is a bit of a tricky one as in the 'I let precious time go by' oneshot, it's very clear that she is not very keen on Mario raising Luigi, as she doesn't want him to give up his dreams for this child. But, seeing Mario the way he was, he was so happy to be with this child, it encouraged her to be Auntie Pauline.

So, as much as I wish I could answer your last few questions, I meant it when I said I was fleshing out all of the characters. Spike and Pauline are going to be having their own scenes in this book - meaning that we will see how Spike met Mario and how he became Uncle Spike to Luigi.

Stay tuned. And once again if this isn't as detailed I'm so sorry I'm so sad abt my original answer being deleted.

Once again, this entire book was designed to honour my sisters and how much I love them for stepping up and raising me when my parents didn't. I love them to the moon and back and the way Mario acts is as a combination of all my sisters. I am so happy that you feel connected to this fic in a similar sense to the way I do. ♡

#writing #fanfic #super mario #super mario bros #writing comissions #luigi #mario and luigi #super mario movie #super mario brothers #super mario fanfic

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