#kinda short but it’s fine

[hxltic]

this one might get me cancelled but i gotta get it off my chest.

Kristoff is big and strong— everybody knows that. But with that said, he’s an amazing person in general, very in touch with his emotions and going above and beyond for who he loves.

Sweet as pie, both beauty and braun, the snow clings to his bright blonde hair, reddening his cheeks to an embarrassing shade that he’s grown accustomed to.

godDAMN is he fine. No amount of imagery can do him justice. And I just know that with his acts of service love language, there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t be on his knees for if you desired it.

He manhandles you in bed. He manhandles you with everything. He grabs you, and his hands are delicate, careful not to break and shatter you everywhere as if you were sharp ice, but still lifting your weight effortlessly. It’s what he’s been doing all his life.

He’s a big, warm, man, and so are his kisses. One hand rests at your nape, the other wrapped around your back to pull you close. His sensitive skin is flushed, per usual, indicative of the growing hardness in front of you, but he doesn’t seem to care as he curls his head to reach deeper into your mouth.

And once you get farther into what you’re doing he’s tending to more than just your lips. He’s finding spots that make you squirm with a gentle finger ghosting your clit through your leggings, sucking in your whines desperately.

I don’t even have to go into depth about the way he eats pussy. Once you get past the first time, he’s a quick learner. Whole face is down when he devours you, not caring that your thighs are squeezing his cheeks and ears, licking and sucking with his eyes closed like there just isn’t anything that can pull him away. The tip of his nose glistens. You’re twisting and turning but instead of holding you down, he focuses on the task at hand and follows wherever you lead his head.

And when you finally take him out, you find that his length matches the rest of him. Only a few shades darker of a pink at the tip, wide in your hands, thick all the way around and the pale skin smooth. He’s sitting on the bed looking down at you sheepishly.

Running a hand down his red face, he goes, “Hey, you don’t have to do that,” not knowing what to hold onto— the sheets, your shoulders, or your hair. Even though you’re just repaying the favor he’s still so so sweet, telling you that you don’t have to despite the tangy aftertaste of your release still on his tongue.

You’re already wrapping your lips around his head, seemingly ignoring him, and rotating your hands along the shaft. “Oh God,” he groans, slightly squirming, not entirely knowing what to do, or rather, what boundaries to push.

Fast forward to when he’s on the verge of painting your face, finally with his hands resting gently in your hair, asking what he should do. But he’s breathing so heavily, and speaking so frantically, and trying to hold back from absolutely exploding, that with his fat cock in your mouth, you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on.

“Shit shit shit, baby where? Where can I- oh fuck,” his head tips back, but nothing happens yet. Somehow, he prayed to everything he loves that he wouldn’t come without an answer first. “Tell me, please,” he pleads quickly, out of breath.

You’re basically edging him with the way you have no response. It’s a mission that you’re programmed into now, consistently bobbing your head and allowing saliva to fall from your lips to trickle to his full balls. Then finally, your answer is “im ma mmph,” and Kristoff fully understood what it meant. Or if he didn’t, oops.

He outwardly groans as you splutter and take in the new warmth. His eyes are shut tight as he hisses at the feeling, cursing into the air and gripping your hair tight but careful not to pull.

Then you pop off, mouth covered in a mix of you, him, and everything in between. You blink up at him with those pretty, wet eyes. There’s a giant, devious smile on your face, and you use his knees to haul yourself up so you can see him eye-to-eye.

He stares back, eyes low but illuminating with afterglow. And when you beg, “please?” without even saying to what, he knows exactly what it is, and he also knows that he’s completely and utterly fucked.

He roughly grabs you by your underarms and switches your positions on the bed. He’s determined as he holds under your knees and forces them up when you fall back giggling, coming to hover above you and leaving kisses and marks down your neck. You place your hands to his sides.

In the meantime, he strokes his length a few times, just to remember what it’s like. Then he’s nudging himself along your folds, eyes still closed and nose behind your ear.

Suddenly, he rises above you again. His tip inches in but leaves as quickly as it came, leaving your whine floating in the air and a pout forming on your lips. “Kris,” your eyes close.

“No, I want you to watch it,” he demands, forcing your head up to look. He slips in, the both of you scoping intently, a gasp falling from your lips. His balls must tighten when your big eyes flicker up to him with your mouth agape.

“You feel so good, you don’t even know,” he sighs. And he’s pushing until he’s bottomed out, then retracting with the same motion, just to continue pumping back and forth into the warmth.

He’s so wide that it takes a bit to adjust, but when it does it’s perfect. He leaves no space unfilled. “S’big,” you moan.

There are the blonde’s moments where he is prideful.

“You can take it,” he smirks at you with that smile, kissing your forehead and speeding up to a rougher pace. His large hands come to the dips of your hips.

“Huuuhn, f-fuck,” the force cuts you off, forcing your hands to hold his wrists that grasp you. His large frame is overwhelming.

There’s a focus to his expression, like if he hit you at any wrong angle all of the progress would dissipate. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, but you can see the tenseness in his face. “Feels good, just like that.”

He glances past his hair, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, which ultimately dissolved into a moan. “Can feel you.”

He removes a hand to place it on your lower belly, looking between his thrusts and your face, “Here?”

As an answer, you throw your head back as far as it will go, groaning at the newfound pleasure. “Yes.”

He could feel himself going in and out, and the pressure had you reeling. It didn’t help that he was consistently hitting that bundle of nerves and activating all your senses at once.

Maintaining the force and speed, he grabs one of your hands and interlocks your fingers, leaving the hand on your tummy there. He comes forward and pushes it up the bed until you’re stretched out, leaving your other hand to have to relocate to his side. He begins to grind slowly. “Ugh, ‘m gonna come,” you whine.

“Go ahead. Wanna feel how tight you wrap around me before you drain me first,” he laughs breathlessly.

It’s only a few more and you’re doing exactly as he said, stilling in the silence of the bed moving and seeing white.

“Oh my god.”

©️ hxltic

#kinda short but it’s fine #maybe it’s good it wasn’t long #kristoff #frozen #frozen 2 #kristoff bjorgman #kristoff frozen #Kristoff frozen 2 #will I be cancelled for this #i’m sorry #smut #smut imagine #Kristoff smut #Kristoff imagines #Kristoff headcannons #Kristoff hc #Kristoff hcs

[wakeupandchooseviolets]

Sweets (1/?)

The snugness was barely tolerable. She had overestimated herself. She looked surreptitiously over her shoulder and ducked around a corner. The only thing following her were her bad decisions, but she felt chased all the same.

Okay. Calm down. Breathe (but not too deep). Evaluate the situation. What are your options? Can you loosen anything?

She looked down at herself. Past her swollen breasts, past a fluffy roll of upper belly, she examined her waistline. Nope. The button was the only thing keeping the zipper together, and vice versa. For the millionth time, she lamented her morning. What a bright idea, interviewing for a job with a snack company. She was very well aware of how sweets affected her.

Could she find somewhere discrete to wait out her... little metabolic mishap? She looked around for a discrete nook to accommodate her fresh bulk.

The little atrium she had found had a series of plush benches around the walls. She sighed and headed for the one in the corner. She sucked in as best she could and sat down. Some horny little corner of her mind made note of how it felt as her tight belly shifted against her puffy thighs.

Sitting like this, only barely upright lest bending too far compromise her jeans, she couldn't ignore how her waistband was trying to cut her in half. She thought back to how she had done this to herself. The lovely HR manager had very explicitly pointed out the basket of the company's sugary offerings there in the middle of interview table. The woman had been insistent that she try at least one of each, gushing like any good salesperson about their rich flavors and subtle textures, occasionally even peeling one out of its wrapper and handing it to her.

How could she have done anything but eat what was offered to her? And by a beautiful woman, no less. She knew how her body reacted to food like this, but she had been desperate to make a good impression, to look good and eager and employable. A good girl. She ignored that last thought, and the accompanying shiver through her frazzled tummy.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth (but not too deeply). All she had to do was calm down, and give her body a chance to do the same. Then she could find a back door to sneak out of, go home and hope that somehow that she hadn't blown the interview.

She opened her eyes again and caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room. Holy crap, she was huge. She had been her normal, narrow self, and her outfit had fit very very normally, when she had arrived. But now? Now it looked positively painted onto her. Her breasts were trying to spill out of her tastefully exposed bra and over the lapel of her blouse. She was more balloon than woman at this point. She ignored another tingle.

As she watched herself in the mirror, she noticed something change. Slowly but surely, the last wrinkle in her blouse smoothed out. Uh oh. That meant... she was still filling out. Panic. She tingled again.

No. No. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). She closed her eyes again, and could feel her plump body quietly grow. Crap.

Panic. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). Calm.

Maybe if she didn't look, it would go away. That had never worked before, sure, but there's a first time for everything, right?

As she rationalized to herself, she noticed the sound of heels clacking towards her hiding spot. Panic!

Maybe their owner would pass and not notice her?

No such luck.

The woman who had interviewed her rounded the corner.

"There you are!"

She struggled to stand. So tight.

"You left your purse upstairs. I get it, though. Interviews can be pretty stressful, huh?"

Like nothing had changed. Did this woman not notice that she was currently three times the size she was when she had shown up? Could this woman not hear every seam in her clothes creaking in harmony? Could the woman not see how wide and deep and round she was becoming?

"It's such a beautiful handbag, I almost wanted to keep it for myself!" The woman laughed. "Oh well."

She took the bag from the woman. "O-oh! Thank you!" Leapt out of her.

"Listen," said the woman, "technically I have to review a few other candidates, but I think you're a shoo-in for the position." The woman moved closer. "No one else has shown so much... enthusiasm." Closer still. She basked in the smell of the woman's musky perfume.

"Oh... that's great!" she managed to squeak out.

"In fact," the woman continued, "if you'd like to come back upstairs, we can have you fill out the onboarding paperwork now, so you don't have to come back just to fill out some forms if... when we give you the job." So close now.

"Um! Okay!" What.

The woman placed a gentle hand on the side of her massive, tight, growing belly. "Listen, between you and me, that passion you showed today will take you far with us. Do you feel like the offer is fair? We can negotiate further if you need." The woman's eyes were so sincere.

What was going on here? She could barely think.

The woman placed her other hand on top of her belly, well hidden by her burgeoning breasts. "I do hope you'll say yes."

"Um..."

There was a pop. Her button pinged away across the room from her overburdened jeans. It made a little thwack sound as it hit the far wall. Her zipper flew down, zizzing audibly. Her belly erupted through the breach. Her blouse retreated upwards. The tingling became a roar. All the while, the woman, as though no tectonic shifts were happening right there and then, continued to implore with borderline puppydog eyes.

The world held its breath with her. How had this woman not reacted to any of that?! What? Was the woman still waiting for an answer?

"...okay?" She tried. She wasn't sure if her brain was still working. "Sure?" Best to stick to small sentences.

"Yay!" cheered the woman, "I really think you'll love it here!" The woman launched in for a quick hug around her exposed belly. The woman's arms didn't go even halfway around her. And still the woman didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.

"Well! If you'll follow me back to the elevators, we can at least get the formalities out of the way."

The woman took her by the hand and pulled, still gentle. She followed, mutely. Even the horniest, shamiest corners of her mind were silent, waiting with bated breath.

As they reached the elevators, the woman pushed the up button and stood to the side. "Please," said the woman, "after you!"

On autopilot now, she stepped into the elevator and... wedged into the door. Stuck. What. Panic? Calm? The elevator dinged again as if to say "I'm waiting!"

The cold of the elevator doors brought her back to reality. She put a hand on either side of herself and tried to pull herself in. As though this were somehow normal, the woman chirped "Oh, here, let me help!"

She felt a gentle pair of hands press into her oceanic bottom. Her horny brain thrilled again. She clamped down on those thoughts. No time to be a pervert.

Between the two of them, they muscled her into the elevator. She turned to face the doors in time to watch the woman press into her in order to let the doors close. Normally equipped for eight full-sized human adults, due to her immensity, it very barely fit two.

"We need floor thirty," said the woman into her barely contained cleavage. She tried to reach for the panel of buttons, but by now there was simply too much of her in the way.

"I've got it," said the woman, reaching behind her without looking.

They rode the thirty floors quietly. She could feel herself still widening, pressing towards the walls of the elevator car. Her embarrassment had burnt out, leaving only a kind of stunned peace in her mind. She tried to will her body away from the woman, but where else could it really go?

By the time they reached their destination, the woman was firmly pressed against the doors, still showing no indication of the extra-ordinariness of the situation.

As the doors opened, the woman stepped back, grabbed her hands, and pulled as she tried to wiggle through the door. Eventually she floomped through, and they set off toward the HR suite.

Full-on waddling now, she felt an inner tension release. She had stopped growing. Relief. If nothing else, at least things had stopped getting worse. Sure, she was almost round enough to roll. Tingle. Sure, her clothing had been reduced to barely covering her... rude areas. Tingle. Sure, a beautiful woman was acting as though this was all perfectly normal. Tingle tingle tingle. But hey, at least it finally wasn't getting worse.

The woman pushed open the double doors to the HR suite and welcomed her in with another glittering smile. They seemed to be the only ones there. The woman led her, patiently, to the front desk area. The woman ducked behind the desk, looking for something.

"Hmm, it looks like I'll need to go print off more some more copies of the forms. Shouldn't take more than a minute or two." Finally she'd have a moment to collect herself.

Then the woman produced a basket, laden with various goodies, from underneath the desk. "Here! Help yourself, sorry to make you wait." Uh.

"Oh, here, allow me," said the woman, picking out a chocolate confection, peeling it, and pressing it into her mouth. "I'll be right back!"

She chewed and swallowed the treat.

Uh oh.

#body inflation #les?bians? #body expansion #not really stuffing sorry #tho i do have a stuffing story i'm slowly slowly working on #anyway #this one's been written for a while #please don't expect another one this soon lol #tho i do have kinda a sequel in mind i guess #we'll see #trying to move away from some bad writing habits which are plainly evident in this lol #sorry they don't have names #referring to the two of them by pronouns only is probably more confusing than i think it is lol #i was in a sort of minimalist phase #shooting for kind of a hemingway thing kinda i guess #if hemingway wrote short fiction about dumb inflatable lesbians #also i've never read any hemingway #but i had a humanities professor use him as an example of how i should be less wordy #also i know the ending is ambiguous but she doesn't pop or anything #she's totally fine (eventually lol) #physically at least #mentally... who can really say #inflation kink #food inflation kinda i guess if you squint and tilt your head #but not really #my words

[twistedroseytoesy]

Tsum tsum mayhem

Imagine how much WORSE it would be if the tsum tsums that came to twisted wonderland were like those from tsum tsum shorts on the Disney channel. Those things are CRAZY. so here's some headcanons.

So in the shorts, tsum stums have 2 abilities; to grow to 3-4 times their size at will, and shrink back to normal by expelling steam from their ears or nose. Or to be able to create 4 copies of themself by sneezing!

so if there was a mc tsum, everyone would be trying to take it from the others to spend some time with it. best way to give the poor tsum some peace is to have it sneeze a bunch. now everyone gets a tsum mc!

Tsum riddle would grow to 3 times his size so often when he gets mad, which is a lot.

DO NOT ALLOW FLOYD'S TSUM TO SNEEZE. it happened once and they had to lock up the extras in a room until they disappeared. mass destruction ensued and the area of the incident was unrecognizable within 5 minutes.

floyds tsum loves to scare everyone by jumping off of high places since tsum's just bounce.

Epels tsum wants to sneeze and try to beat up Vil. epel is tempted to let it happen.

If rook had a tsum it would be silent instead of making squeaking sounds every time it moved like all other tsum's.

The octatrios tsum's can turn into mer tsum's when in the water for long enough.

Rook can understand the squeaking language of the tsums, he just likes to pretend he doesn't hear the sheer amount of cussing and insults epels tsum is screaming.

Leona's tsum will grow big just to shove other tsums off of it.

Jack's tsum is the only tsum that tries to keep the others from causing too much chaos. will multiply himself to be more efficient and loves to lift things by growing and shrinking.

Sebeks tsum will gro big in-between malleus and anyone who get's too close for the tsums liking. If malleus asks it to stop it will be on the verge of tears.

Riddles tsum causes trouble but does uphold the other tsums it can see to the queen's rules.

And last but not least is caters tum

It will 100% use a mix of its abilities to create good pictures and asthetics

Cater and the tsum bond even more due to both having the ability to make clones of themselves.

multiple caters and multiple tsums ave been seen around different areas of the campus to get the perfect shot.

#twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst x reader #twst shenanigans #silly stuff #tsum tsum #twst tsum tsum #twst tsum event #twisted tsumderland #my stuff #my writing #just something that came to me at how much more chaotic this event could be if the tsums could do this stuff #other than just run around and be surprisingly strong #also these tsum's are invincible in the shorts #they can take alot of damage and be fine apparently #also tsums can eat but i just imagine that the area of their face is like a membrane that the tsum allos what it ants in or not kinda thing #tsums are such weird and funny creatures

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 28 - Adventure

O, what great adventure awaits beyond that horizon?

#miqomarch #miqomarch 2024 #ffxiv #miqo'te #ffxiv gpose #WOL posting #Arsay Nun #arsay's dawntrail fit UvU #its still slightly a work in progress #I want to add the wayfarers necklace to it so arsay can have a tripled necklace look #but it would involve setting up a texture file from scratch to get everything in there #so im waiting until 7.0 to launch to see if the pagos and uraeus stuff gets a texture update right away #kinda hoping the base shirt gets an update on launch so the metal details match the shorts #but its not the end of the world if it doesnt #Arsay is very excited to see tural!! #definitely sad that g'raha isnt coming with and she was a bit of a baby about that at first #but they chatted and everything is fine #just praying shtola and graha show up together since they'd be leaving from the same place :) #idk what will happen character arc wise but i think arsay is focusing more taking in every bit of the journey she can #even the not so fun stuff!! #of course she will still gladly be the hero if people need her to be but im hoping she plays more of a support role to some extent

[apricote]

it’s winter time, but that doesn’t mean much in tartosa.

#simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #tjolc #tjol challenge #f: vickers #vickers: 1 #s: adelia #s: garrus the cat #s: roe #s: rosalie #q #pregnancy cw #kinda triplespeeding through the day waiting for the kids to age up #so this pregnancy will be probably be very short lmao #but it's not like you haven't seen it before so i think it's fine

[cerise-on-top]

hello!!

can I request Rudy x a reader who acts all tough on the field (Like they work together, they are a sergeant rank just below him) and they can be very aggressive, but in the inside they love Hello Kitty and other cute things? I’m a Metalhead who LOVES Hello Kitty and it’s always so funny to me whenever people find out and I’d love Rudy’s reaction.

thanks love, have an amazing day!! :3

Hello! Sure you can! It sounds like an interesting idea actually! And thank you, I hope you're having a good day as well!

Rodolfo with an Aggressive-Sweet!Reader

Rodolfo probably wouldn’t think too much of you at first, thinking that you’re simply an aggressive person with a preference for violent things, always ready to pick fights and showing people where they belong without as much as a second thought. I’m gonna be honest with you, he will think that’s about all there is to you at first. Rodolfo isn’t always the best at judging people from the outside correctly, but he knows how to treat people with respect, if they deserve it. Besides, you’re a high ranking soldier, you know what you’re doing with the new recruits and show them they really shouldn’t mess too much with you. While he wouldn’t avoid you, he wouldn’t think too much of you, what you see is what you get.

So when he finds you looking at a plushie of Cinnamoroll for a prolonged time, he raises an eyebrow, asking you if you’re doing okay or if someone has upset you. It’s then that you’d admit to liking cute things. Truthfully, Rodolfo would be slightly taken aback, not expecting something like that in the slightest. Being a freak about weapons and vehicles, maybe, but not Sanrio. He will ask you if you’re being serious, but won’t press the matter too much. After the initial shock is over, he might chuckle a bit when he’s on his own and replaying the scenario in his head, remembering the cute lil plushie of the dog.

In fact, you liking cute things won’t leave his mind for a while. Every time he walks by that store, seeing the plushie, he’s thinking about you, until he finally gives in and buys it for you. Maybe you had more surprises up your sleeve if he started talking to you some more. Him giving you the gift would be pretty straight forward: He’ll either look for a good opportunity when the two of you are alone or he’ll call you into an empty office to give it to you. Not everyone needs to know about your soft spot for sweet things. Will also try to strike up a conversation with you afterwards. Depending on how well it goes, he might invite you to a lovely little cafe nearby. It’s not Sanrio themed, but it’s got a nice aesthetic. Sometimes he thinks about how you’d react to him asking you to go to a cat cafe together. You likely wouldn’t say no.

Jokingly, he’ll ask you more about your person: What music do you listen to? What’s your favorite animal and why? Which colors do you like the most and why? He likes hearing the reasoning behind everything because it’s just so funny to him. You, who blares Amon Amarth during your time off, like looking at pictures of baby animals cuddling with each other. He’s the last person to judge you, but he does like comparing how you present yourself in front of the recruits to how you present yourself when he asks you regarding your favorite food. Rodolfo has definitely taken a greater interest in you than he did before. Besides, getting to know your co-workers isn’t such a bad thing either, that way he knows who he is protecting on the battlefield.

#cod #cod x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #I once met a guy who was very short and kinda cute who was able to do a screamo voice perfectly fine #he told me my reaction amused him because I was wide eyed next to him. he was shorter than me btw so really not threatening either #this request reminded me of that #this is more platonic than anything but might become the start of a relationship or something

[midnightmah07]

Everyone shut up I went back to read the chapters of the Savanaclaw manga I'm behind on and found THESE RUGGIE PANELS THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE

????????? WHA

HE'S SO????????

Guys. I need him. Like actually. I'm gonna get sick

#💙! mah rambles #i love LOOOOOOVE thinking about book 2 Ruggie #bc ut makes ne think of early daiggie #and their first meeting🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #daisy and ruggie immediately thinking the other one is attractive but not saying anything bc you know #they're kinda working against each other on book 2 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO #daisy using of a short cut to finally reach ruggie #and then she pins her down like that simba/nala scene #BUT HE SHIFTS THEIR POSITION STEALS HER EARRINGS JUST TO PISS HER OFF AND RUNS #KSHDKEJSJSENSHSJHSSJJSJDHEJDHDN #im fine im normal #i made so many typos in the tags im not changing them tho I don't have the patience

[velvetwyrme]

Papselfship Week // Prompt: Kabedon

@selfshipperapproved

..... an attempt was made?

#i need a stool for this to work #im not even that short i just hc papyrus as being really really tall #papselfship #i have ONE more thing planned for this but this is already kinda late WEEK IS OVER PRETTY MUCH #my art #once again posting at a stupid time but its FINE #this one also features ME because. self indulgence.

[orxcaboxx]

Colorquest mime voice claim thingy I made‼️ all just my opinion ofc

@chickenstab

#i usually only ever tag u in art uh so i hope this is fine lols #also some of these i dont really fully agree with for how they sound in my mind it was jsut the only song i could think of #im trying to do most if not all mime voice claims #and the clips have to be pretty short(7-10 seconds) so some of the clips are kinda awkward #colorquest #voiceclaims #cq

[front-facing-pokemon]

#another bonus under the cut where i got up under their big head to get 'em a little closer and a little more front-facing #aggron #aggron is just cool. a big metal bitch who *could* hug you but is probably actually just gonna obliterate you. is that anything #i think i prefer lairon more. it's kinda just a little metal creature and i think that's awesome but aggron stands up #and normally i'm a big big fan of when pokémon stand up. when everyone wanted sprigatito to not stand up i was like #please stand up. because i am a furry and i knew it was gonna become favorite pokémon material if it did. and it did and meowscarada is #wonderful and i love it and it's one of my top like 10 of all time. but aggron is like. i dunno. a little too gruff for me #i think aron and lairon are cute and i'm generally a fan of and user of cute pokémon but aggron is very. how you say. aggressive #and also… ron… aggressive ron. new show on netflix i just reinvented aggretsuko but for pokémon #also weirdly every furry on the face of the earth likes aggretsuko but for one i've never had a netflix account and for two i just #don't ever watch shows. it's just not something that works in my brain. having to get them‚ and then just taking the time to sit down and do #it just never does anything for me. the last show i watched was because i was over at a friend's house and he was like hey. we're watching #this show now. i want you to see this show. and it's a show that folks generally lamented for a lot of reasons so i was like iii dunno about #that one! but he was like no trust me it's fine. and then i was like. kinda uninterested at first but it turned out to be really good #and i'm still ashamed. that i liked it as much as i did. so i will not say what it is. it's not supernatural. it's a short-ish show #but like it was good and i didn't expect it to be. which has nothing to do with aggretsuko OR with aggron for that matter #literally idk. look it's distraction (AGGRON DISTRACTION)

[martianbugsbunny]

Sam accidentally confessing to Bucky bc whenever they're in the same room he unconsciously taps out the Morse code for "I love you"

#also if the usaf hasn't used morse code in like forty years or smthn don't tell me #sam wilson feels like the kinda man who just knows morse code #he's slay that way #sambucky #sam wilson #Bucky barnes #sam x bucky #bucky x sam #the accidental confession trope gives them #I really think that's the peak way to do it #because they irritate each other so much there's no way either of them would want to be the first to say it on purpose #but they're so in love they're about to jump out of their skin wanting to say it anyway #so one of their subconsciouses goes ok fine I'll do it myself #this post brought to you by Leo Valdez btw #(stan a short king) #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #morse code #martianbugsbunny reblogs #martianbugsbunny ships

[sysig]

And second request, would you please draw a Narrator/Stanley outfit swap, because I stated thinking of them dressing up as each other for Halloween/just for fun and think it sounds neat!

Day 26 - Leave the sleeve up, leave it alone!

#My art #Requestober #The Stanley Parable #TSP #The Narrator #Stanley #The real joke here is that their clothes actually fit each other at all lol #Sinister is a string bean and Narra is short and stocky - hopefully his bulk would account for vertical stretch? #Considering I view Stanley's shirt as a cotton/blend of some kind it's a miracle he's not bursting the seams hehehe ♪ #And of course he wears it correctly! Buttons down the collar for the first time since it started existing lol #And while in his proper dress mood he turns his eye to Stanley to start making it his problem as well lol #Poor Sinister! Narra literally doesn't care even a little bit haha #Generally Stanley keeps his arm uncovered - as shown in his usual outfit! - since he's prone to overheating #Plus it's always irritated so any kind of abrasion - even just cloth - can be painful #But I mean if Narra cared in the first place his arm wouldn't look or feel the way it does lol #What's a bit of pulling the sleeve down so it looks ''correct'' among friends/enemies/lovers/existential soulmates #That aside they do look cute haha #Stanley in something kinda fluffy and plush ♪ And the Narrator in a simple button-down! #I feel like he'd want to put at least a vest over it lol - yes a button down is fine but mmnggg layers! #Oh and he gets to keep his glasses - for now - so he's not just stumbling around for authenticity's sake #Not that he's about to allow Stanley the same grace hehe ♪

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finally! the long put off awaited continuation of the Reverse Amnesia Loop I left on an unfortunate cliffhanger despite promising @hallothere I would continue it! (oops) Wherein Tossdir doing something reckless actually ends up helping yay

sorry my brain stopped letting me Write Words for a bit. again. anyway I feel like I'm rusty but idk. this kept getting So Long.

He knows.

You have no idea how, but he knows.

The man you ran into on the street a few moments ago, the one built like a siege tower, looked at you a bit strangely before you took off. You didn’t think much of it, but then he called after you, and when you started running, so did he.

You can only think of one reason he would be pursuing you, and that is that he somehow knows you stole that relic from the Houses of Lore earlier today. 

You didn’t think anyone would have noticed it was gone so soon, you didn’t think anyone would have been able to track you down so quickly. You figured you would be able to stay out of sight until tonight, and then no one would have any way of knowing it was you. But you couldn’t stay locked in the cisterns all day, you needed food, but you realize you made a mistake in coming out here.

You duck and weave between vendor stalls and stacks of crates in an effort to lose him. For a moment you think it works, but the next moment you see him still on your tail.

Really, you shouldn’t even be running. You don’t have the relic with you, you’ve already hidden it far away so there’s no longer any risk to anyone here. If he catches you he might turn you over to the guards, but they’ll just forget, and you’ll be able to slip away tonight like you did the last time something like this happened.

You nearly knock over someone's produce display in your haste, and you sputter out an apology to the owner without slowing your pace.

The sensible thing to do would simply be to turn yourself over and spend the rest of the day locked up –hell, you might even get a meal out of it– but you are operating on instinct now, which has ever held mastery over what little sense is contained in that thick skull of yours. Currently, it has decided that you’re going to behave like a scared rabbit. Maybe you would be a little braver if you had your friends with you, if Ethedis Faeron or Bregadir were here, but you do not have friends or a family anymore. They do not know you.

When fleeing into the crowded areas proves fruitless, you duck into an alleyway and attempt to lose him in the narrow backstreets. This would be easier if you knew the ways of the city better, but unfortunately, you do not. 

Still, you manage to lose sight of him for a little bit. You stop with your hands on your knees, gasping for breath. Did you lose him? You might have lost him- wait no, there he is. 

You hiss obscenities under your breath that Meneldir would have scolded you for, and take off again.

You may be faster than him, but he is far more persistent. Always a few steps behind you, always. You know you won’t be able to outlast him. You stumble, fall, and land on your leg crooked. You find yourself unable to stand right away, then not two moments later the tall man is kneeling in front of you. 

You flinch when his hand grips your shoulder, but he doesn't seem to have it in mind to hurt you just yet, just holding you in place in case you plan to start running again.

“Alright, now that I have your attention,” his voice is calm and steady, he’s not even breathing hard. Looks like he did not break a sweat in the chase. You find yourself more terrified of him. “care to tell me what that was all about?” he asks calmly, seeming more annoyed and confused than anything else.

You just blink in bewilderment. Does he… does he not know about the stolen relic? Then why would he have bothered following you? Also why is his hand so cold?

“I could- ask the same thing of you-” you manage to gasp out. “Why on earth were you chasing me?”

“I needed to speak to you, and I would not have chased you if you did not run. I did not mean to frighten you, but it was important. Now, I think you owe me an answer or two.”

After taking a moment to steady your breathing you mutter under your breath “Doesn't matter. You will not remember anyway.”

“What did you say?” he asks almost before the words have left your mouth. Did it sound like you were making some kind of veiled threat? It might have, it was probably a mistake saying that out loud. 

“It’s- there is something wrong with me.” you stammer, “Every night, people forget I exist. It’s some sort of-”

“-a curse?” recognition and dread in his voice.

You nod. He releases your shoulder, and his expression becomes much softer. Sad, too. 

“Not you too…” he says with a weary sigh. “I felt that chill when I ran into you on the street, I thought you might have some connection to it. Sorry to see I was right.”

“You were cursed too...?” That would explain why you didn’t recognize him, despite how much like a Ranger he looks and sounds. Your heart sinks into your stomach at the realization that another of your kin has fallen into this fate. Had he gone to Mordor with you? Or was he cursed when you foolishly brought the relic back to the city? Either way this is probably your fault. You feel sick. 

He nods solemnly. “Then I am doubly sorry for frightening you. I imagine this has been a trying few weeks for you already.” you nod again, though seems like a bit of an understatement. “Although, that still does not explain why you ran from me. I know I can be rather intimidating at times, but surely it was not just that.”

You take a deep breath. You have a lot of explaining to do, and you’re not sure how he’s going to react 

“I guess there’s no sense in hiding it from you. I stole a relic from the houses of lore earlier today, and I thought you had somehow found out and were after me for that reason.”

Corunir just looks at you for a moment, searching your expression in the hopes that what you said was merely a poor jest. To his dismay, he finds you are being dead-serious "Please tell me you're not talking about the relic I think you're talking about... The one I retrieved from Mordor."

"No, I'm talking about the one I retrieved from Mordor."

The two of you make eye contact for an uncomfortably long moment.

"...The one we retrieved from Mordor."

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration "I sincerely hope you had a good reason for taking it. How many more people might be exposed to it-"

"What about the scholars? Were they not at risk too?” you quickly point out “That is the reason I took it, so I could hide it someplace safer."

He shakes his head with an exasperated sigh “It was safer in the Houses. No one was allowed near it, it was only myself, Ethedis, and presumably you who were ever let in there. No one else-”

“-No one that we know of.” you snap a look at him, sharp enough to cut stone. “If any of the other scholars, or anyone else on the Sage’s Tier had been cursed, would we have any way of knowing?”

"No, I suppose we..." he trails off, then a look of horror slowly creeps onto his face “I… I fear you may be onto something. How did I not realize before… I remember bringing the relic to the Houses for safekeeping, but I cannot remember who specifically I handed it off to when I arrived. How could I have been so foolish…” Now that he mentions it, you realize you share the same gap in your memory. At least one other person besides the two of you has been cursed then.

“Perhaps the curse itself is what prevented you from seeing it?” you offer “It seems quite good at concealing memories, after all.”

He looks away and mutters something under his breath “Yeah. It was probably the curse.” His voice is flat, he doesn't sound like he really believes that. 

But in all fairness, you think it is perfectly likely that the curse may be covering its tracks, clouding his judgment to prevent him from putting the pieces together or something like that. Of course you cannot provide any proof to that theory besides ‘it just kinda makes sense’, but he strikes you as an intelligent man, and you have a hard time believing he wouldn’t have figured this out sooner unless something was actively hindering him. If he and Ethedis had been spending more time around the relic than you, it makes a lot of sense. 

Wait, Ethedis?

“Hold on, did you say Ethedis had been near it?”

“You know her?”

“Of course I do! She’s my best friend- well, was, at least. Don’t tell me you actually let her near that thing…”

“Only twice, and only because she insisted. I had hoped that between the two of us we could break the enchantment quickly, and I would not need to risk her being around it for long. But this has proved far more complicated…” and now you’ve gone and complicated things further.

“I guess I’m in no position to judge you for that then, considering my own reckless actions…”

“Well, do you have it with you?”

“Alright I’m not that reckless, give me a little credit at least. It’s hidden away in the cisterns. They were the only place I could think of to put it. Few venture down there and sections of it extend deep into the mountains. I thought there at least it might be far enough away from anyone else.”

“I see why you did it, but that’s going to be a big problem for us… I would likely need the relic on hand if I am to have any hope of breaking the curse, and if I will not remember having this conversation, then I will likely never find it again. Please tell me you had some sort of plan.”

“I… hadn’t thought that far ahead. I’m no loremaster, I know nothing about curses, my only concern had been trying to hide it away-”

“Then there is no time to lose.” he stands, offering you a hand to help you to your feet “Take me to where you’ve hidden the relic, I will simply have to find a way to break the curse before tonight.” 

“That hardly seems a ‘simple’ task…” you test your leg a bit as he helps you stand. It still aches a little bit, but not badly. You should be able to walk this off. “Did you have some new breakthrough?”

“Not exactly. But there was one thing I had not attempted yet, perhaps for good reason. I was reluctant to try before, as I feared it might pose a risk to the nearby scholars if my theory was correct… but seeing as the relic is isolated in the cisterns, I will not need to worry about that.” 

“Oh good, Something dangerous then!” you smile grimly “what is it you plan on doing?”

“I will explain on the way, we should be going now.”

Reasonably, you might want to learn what this man you only think you know is planning before venturing down into the cisterns with him, but since when were you ever considered reasonable?

So nevertheless, you start leading him to the nearest entrance to the cisterns. You notice some strange looks from a few people on the street who witnessed your chase earlier, but neither of you pay them much heed. You’ve gotten out of the habit of caring about your reputation, subconsciously assuming nothing will be remembered.

The two of you properly introduce yourselves as you walk. You learn that his name is Corunir, and he was once a part of Golodir’s Company. Apparently he was the one who first called for aid from the south, and helped you and Ethedis discover the secrets of the stone hearts of the Watchers. You thought it had been one of the Trév Gállorg you first spoke to in Aughaire, but you don’t actually remember who it was now that you think about it. That at least adds up with his story then.

“You know of the stone hearts?” he asks, almost surprised.

“Yes, I was there with Ethedis when we first discovered their secrets and crossed the Rammas.”

“Hm. it is as I thought, then. The three of us must have fought together in the War, as I remember the same thing only without you.”

“That’s what I thought too. But what do the Watching Stones have to do with any of this?”

“I’ll admit it’s a stretch, but I’ve suspected that the relic might actually be of a similar nature to the stone hearts. Not the same thing of course, or I would have recognized it immediately, but an item designed to hold a different kind of fell spirit perhaps.”

You do agree it’s a stretch. The relic seemed nothing like a stone heart. For one thing, it’s not even a stone. It is a small, seemingly empty, iron box you couldn’t open. An air of fell magic surrounded it, but it did not have the same sort of… feeling. It wasn’t the same as the stone hearts. The heart made you feel sick when you touched it, a nauseous dread in the pit of your stomach that threatened to rile up into blind panic. The box from Mordor though, was just cold. Not a natural kind of cold, but that’s still all it was. Deceptively harmless.

But, Corunir seems to know more about this sort of thing than you do, perhaps he could pick up on something you could not.

“So, if you’re right about this, I might actually be able to fistfight the source of the curse? Finally, something suited to my skill set!”

He laughs grimly “Perhaps, but we should still be cautious. I have never heard of a spirit with powers such as these, if we must do battle with it we should be prepared for anything. There’s no telling how powerful it truly is, if it is indeed a spirit we’re dealing with.”

“You don’t need to kill my confidence like that.”

“Overconfidence is far more likely to kill you.” he observes plainly

You almost scoff, not quite though “You sound like my brother.”

He raises an eyebrow “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

You shrug “it’s both, I think.” 

You come to the door leading down to the cisterns and open it. Home sweet home, or at least it has been for the last few weeks.

“Aren’t these usually locked?” Corunir asks, following close behind you.

You glance back at him “They are, but I broke the lock and no one ever fixed it.”

His brow furrows, and you’re not sure why he seems so concerned “So they even forget about the things we touch now…?” he mutters, seemingly not directed at you.

“It’s probably not that.” you rush to assure, though he might be onto something “with everything else down here that was damaged in the siege, I’m sure something small like this was just very low on the list of priorities.” you shake your head as you continue down the dark, damp steps. You know the way down well enough that you do not bother waiting for your eyes to adjust to the dark before venturing deeper in. “At any rate, even if it is the curse’s doing, we will not give it the chance to progress any further.” you sound as confident as ever, but it does not seem to be rubbing off on your ‘new’ friend. He says nothing.

He remains mostly silent as you make your way further beneath the city. Going down here from the bustling streets of the city is always a jarring change, the stone suffocates any sound from up top, and all at once you are accompanied only by the echoing of your footsteps, the occasional drip of cold water, and stale musty air.

“Do you have a weapon?" he eventually asks, only just now seeming to notice that you're unarmed "We’re expecting a fight after all, I should hope you have some means to defend yourself.”

“I will not need anything besides my arms. I’m a brawler, far more comfortable with hand-to-hand fighting.” Well, that might have been true a few months ago, but at Bregadir's urging after Tur-Morva you have preferred to use your sword more frequently, especially when you face foes of an inhuman variety. But you do not have that option now. You notice Corunir giving you a doubtful look in the halflight.

“...what? You doubt that I can banish a spirit by hitting it really hard?” you realize how ridiculous your plan sounds when said aloud, but you choose to ignore it. And besides, in your defense, you have punched spirits before. Fists are far more effective in situations like this than many would initially believe.

“Do you at least own a sword?" His voice is clearly filled with worry, and you're not sure whether you should feel insulted or comforted by it. "I think I would feel better if you had the option of wielding one should the need arise.”

“I do but…” You try to hide the pained expression that crosses your face at the mention of it, but fail. “I… do not have it at the moment.” you reluctantly admit “Earlier I tried to go to Mithrendan for help, but I did a poor job of explaining myself. He recognized my sword as once belonging to my mother, but as he had no memory of me it seemed to him that I must have stolen it or worse… he actually got me arrested for it, and I imagine my sword is still in his possession, though he now has no memory of how it came to be there.” You make a short humorless laugh, as you fear you may cry if you do not express some other emotion “for some reason I thought yelling at him might break through whatever fog concealed his memory, but all I succeeded in doing was causing quite the scene while I was being dragged away. I guess I’m almost lucky no one remembers that…”

He gives you a sad, sympathetic look, "I'm sorry to hear that. I've had similar incidents occur, but I have been fortunate enough to keep all my belongings..."

You shrug nonchalantly “Well, at least I know it’s being kept somewhere safe!” you want to change the subject quickly, you don’t want his pity right now. "Anyway, there was something else I was meaning to ask you," you move on abruptly "If we're right in assuming we both journeyed to Mordor together, why did you choose to join the Conquest?"

"It's strange, I actually cannot remember the reason I went to Mordor, only that it seemed important at the time. Do you remember why you went though?" your heart sinks, you know why he has forgotten.

"I do. it was ill-thought and reckless, but I at least remember making that decision... if you do not, then..." you suddenly find yourself unable to look Corunir in the eyes "then I must have been the reason you went. So I got you into this mess. I'm so sorry- this was all my fault-"

"No, it was not." he assures, voice stern but gentle "If I followed you to Mordor, I did so of my own volition. And I doubt it was by your decision alone that we brought the relic back to the city. Do not assign so much blame to yourself, especially as neither of us remember the full story of how we got here."

"Right... you're probably right." Faeron was right too, sometimes you really do sound too much like Meneldir. That does little to ease the shame you feel, but at least Corunir doesn't blame you as he probably should be.

"More than anything, I'm just glad to know you remember your reasons for making the journey," Corunir continues "I was beginning to worry there may have been more like us."

"I suppose that counts as a silver lining..." you mumble. You recognize this turn up ahead "Ah, it looks like we're nearly to my camp, the relic is hidden there."

“Your camp...?” he looks confused “You've been sleeping down here?”

“Well, obviously, it’s not like I could rent a room at a tavern, I would be forgotten by morning. Where on earth have you been sleeping?”

He pauses for a moment “I… have been waiting until after the curse takes effect to rent a room.” ah, a much more obvious solution that never crossed your mind. He spoke gently, trying not to make you seem like a fool, yet you feel a fool all the same.

“...oh. That’s a good idea, I should have thought of that. A shame I’m not going to remember it.” you sigh “I wonder if we have had this conversation before…” knowing you? Probably.

“You will not have to remember. After we fix this mess, things can finally go back to normal.” he sounds less sure of himself than you would like, but it’s the thought that counts.

Not too long after, you arrive at the place that could only charitably be called a 'camp'. It's in one of the large chambers, positioned on a wide walkway near a reservoir. Just your bedroll, a small amount of scattered provisions, and a spot you had attempted to make a campfire to keep warm. You've since given up on maintaining that, though. It was far too much of a hassle to find and transport fuel down here, and fire does little, if anything at all, to stave off the curse's chill.

"You will have to excuse the mess, I was not expecting visitors." you say dryly, taking out the small bundle of rags you had the relic hidden in and unwrapping it. Intricate carvings adorn the surface of the small box, expertly crafted but of vile subject, they depict scenes of violent deaths and creatures you would rather not describe, runes you only half understand but wish you didn’t understand at all.

You hand it to Corunir, almost glad to have it off your hands despite how long you had spent trying to get it in the first place. A look of discomfort flashes on his face as he touches it, and he takes a sharp breath to steady his nerves.

"Alright, I suppose there's only one way to test my theory then. Are you ready?" you nod, you're ready as you're ever going to be, which isn't really saying much if you're being honest, but what else are you going to do?

Corunir sets the box down in an empty part of the floor and kneels in front of it, sword held at the ready with one arm and shield on the other. He closes his eyes and mutters some words in an old elvish dialect, the meaning of them you know not, but you have heard them before. They are the same words of power that were spoken by Ethedis all those months ago in Angmar, to draw fourth the spirit of a Watching Stone for you to challenge.

For a moment there is nothing. No sound or movement or any other sign of change. You begin to worry that it isn't-

Suddenly all warmth leaves the chamber. An icy blue light fills the area from an unknown source, illuminating the box with a ghostly glow. It feels as if the very air has frozen around you and you cannot remember the sensation of heat. Corunir shoots to his feet, holding out his shield in front of him. "That was it! Prepare yourself!" he shouts.

You assume your fighting stance just as the lid of the box flies open, a spectral figure bursting forth with an animalistic fury in its bright eyes. It is not dissimilar from other ghosts or spirits you have encountered, although it stands (floats?) a whole head and shoulders taller than most. It says nothing, but a feeling of unmistakable hatred emanates from it. You feel that it goes beyond the general spite for the living most spirits possess, it is clearly also angry that someone removed it from the populace areas of the city, surely foiling whatever plans it had for the unsuspecting people. 

It outstretches its hand, drawing the dampness in the surrounding air to its fingertips and freezing it into a jagged blade of ice, and then it turns its hateful eyes to you. It knows you trapped it down here, and you know it has every intention of delivering you to a cruel death.

No going back, it has been unleashed and you must end it here and now. You don't really know if banishing the spirit will break the curse, and you know know if the breaking of the curse will necessarily restore everyone's memories. Maybe you will remain forgotten, maybe you will die down here, but if you can at least ensure that no one else falls prey to this thing, it will all be worth it.

You will not wait for it to make the first move. You lunge at it with all the speed you can muster and connect your fist with its chest. As you make contact with it you feel as if you have plunged your hand into icy water, a sharp jolt of pain and then numbness running through your arm. But, remarkably, you still did some damage to it. As the spirit reels back from the impact you feel heartened, now seeing that it is corporeal enough for you to harm. It’s short lived however as the spirit looks back at you with fell sorcery in its gaze. You find yourself unable to move, your feet frozen to the ground and panic settling in your heart. It could not have lasted for more than a fraction of a second, but that was enough to lower your defenses. In a flash it swings its frozen blade at your throat, and you have no time to react. Your eyes instinctively squeeze shut bracing for impact.

You then hear a metallic clang and the sound of shattering ice. You open an eye and see Corunir’s shield-arm outstretched in front of you, turning what would surely have been a fatal blow. Glimmering shards of ice from the shattered blade scatter harmlessly through the air around you. He steps in front of you and bellows a challenge to it, finally drawing its ire away from you. 

You quickly shake your arm trying to return feeling to your frozen hand as you watch the spirit form another blade from the air. It’s hard to describe how grateful you feel to have Corunir and his shield standing between you and it. It has been a long time since you have had to make such a desperate fight with only your hands to defend yourself, you feared your skills were getting rusty.

It is no small feat for Corunir to keep its attention focused on him, considering how enraged it is as you specifically. You heard him say something in elvish, you could not make out exactly what he said, and his axe flashed with heat, now seeming to be wreathed in embers. As he continues to harry it with strikes from behind his shield, the fell spirit has no choice but to face him rather than you. It leaves itself open for you to attack, once, twice, and a third time. Your first blow found its mark flawlessly, the second seemed to as well. The third, well, you think it did, but you can't really feel your hands anymore. Despite the numbness you press on with your attacks.

As it trades blows with the two of you, you start to see its form flicker and fade in some places, as if it is struggling to hold itself together. In a last desperate strike you bring down both of your fists on its head, its hateful screeching abruptly fading to nothingness as its form dissipates into a fine translucent dust.

Then, all at once, a dam in your mind breaks. Nearly a year's worth of memories, memories of Corunir and your harrowing adventures together, all flooding back to you in a torrent of joy and fear and grief and hope. The shock overwhelms you completely and you collapse on the cold stone.

#yea this ends abruptly but it was getting sooooo long #don't worry Tossdir is fine #breaking a weird memory curse like that in the heat of battle just kinda made his brain short out for a sec #he'll be back up in like a minute (might be long enough to scare Corunir a bit tho lol) #there will be a part 3 but thankfully I think writing that one *should* be faster #Tossdir and Corunir WILL get a hug I promise #Taz's foray into writing #lotro #lotro fic #Corunir #lotro oc #Tossdir

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2024 reads / storygraph

Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks

YA contemporary + a little sff

follows a boy who suddenly finds himself able to teleport when he walks through doors, often against his will

and has to figure that out while dealing with a new crush, the end of high school and the queer club, and figuring out whether he definitely wants to train to be an ASL interpreter like his father

#Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #this was def one that is just a short YA book to read that was available at the library and i’d seen it has an ace SC so why not #It's fine! a little silly and definitely quirky. felt very 2018-queer-ya #both in use of the random sf element and also like. mc has a big friend group in every flavor #talked about addressed queer discourse in a relevant way most of the time (ie what’s the difference between bi and pan? whatever u want) #I thought the inclusion of ASL and the MC planning to be an interpreter - and the steep learning curve of that - was interesting #I think the ace character was done mostly well but a) why did it bring it up in a way that his aceness inherently took him out of the MC’s #(as the ace char still goes on dates with boys) #and b) why was the ace character ostricised from the queer club and not the guy who was aphobic to him #The sf thing is a little random but I feel like it gelled ok. It fit pretty well within this subgenre of #‘contemporary YA with a little sff but the sff is just there for the MC’s journey and it’s still mainly contemporary ‘ #the whole secret agents thing was a bit silly. but also it kinda worked with the quirkiness.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

if there's anything Childe's learned from weeks of observing you, it's that you're high strung. it's a stark contrast from most of the people of Liyue- while they're firm and confident, you jump whenever he calls your name or claps his hand down on your shoulder. you try to hide it; you're good at it too, only startling very slightly, but even that can't escape Childe's keen eyes. he felt quite bad about scaring you the first time you met- still feels bad about it till this day to the point where he refrains from suddenly touching or poking you, a courtesy he gives to very few people. he tries his best to seem non-intimidating, he really does! you're someone he, strangely, doesn't want to scare or manipulate; he likes you, and is eager to learn more, but you're so constantly tense that it's difficult to interact normally with how cheerful and boisterous Childe can be. what, he wonders, could possibly be making you so nervous? was it work? stress? anyone he asks tells him that you're like that with almost everyone, even if you're excellent at hiding it. the next day is Monday, and Childe's sparring with the Traveler as he always does. they've worked out a more sustainable system- one that *doesn't* involve destroying the Golden House- and the Traveler emerges triumphant as usual. he waves them off after handing them and their flying fairy companion some rewards, and slides to the floor to take a breather. Childe huffs behind his mask, wincing at his injuries but feeling accomplished- the sparring with the Traveler has enabled him to use his Foul Legacy form for much longer than before. the door creaks open suddenly, and he looks up to see you walk in with a stack of papers, intently reading whatever contents is on the top sheet. you're so caught up in reading that your foot catches on part of the raised gold pattern on the floor, sending both your papers and yourself sprawling across the floor. shakily you curse, sweeping the papers into a pile to be reorganized before looking up and staring directly into Childe's eye. he stares. you stare. then he hears you inhale sharply and stumble up and away, your back pressing against the door. your breathing comes out shaky and uneven, your hands trembling as you stare past them to the floor, heart beating so erratically that you feel lightheaded. Childe yelps in worry when you fall backwards, surging to his feet to follow you, but he stops when he sees your expression. you're not looking at him- you're not looking at anything. you're not registering him or the world around you, entirely somewhere else, and you're shaking so much that he just wants to reach out and hug you. Childe's echoing voice dips to a quiet coo as he approaches you, weapons nowhere in sight. now he knows why you're always so on edge- the past few weeks you've been hanging on by only a thread. he slowly extends his hands and curls his claws around your clenched fists, rubbing the backs with his thumbs and keeping his tone at a steady rumble. something's holding you- holding your hands. but not roughly; the grip is gentle yet firm, brushing soothingly over the backs of your palms. your blurry vision sharpens and focuses slightly, and you're met with the sight of another set of hands wrapped around yours, clawed and clad in dark armor. you should be scared, but you're not, only moving to grip the hands back in return, clinging onto the soft, comforting presence nearby. you want to plead for whoever it is to not leave, to stay like this with you. Childe croons, sweet and proud, when he feels you hold his hands in a grip that would be crushing to a normal human. he moves closer, leaning his body down and carefully bringing your hands to curl in his lilac fluff. you quietly gasp at how soft it is, moving your fingers through the fur- the texture grounds you, brings you back to reality, and you don't even care that it belongs to a beast with suspiciously familiar ginger hair. Childe purrs in relief as you set your chin in his fluff and close your eyes, and he wraps his arms around you and squeezes gently, wings fluttering ever-so-slightly at the embrace. you're tired. so tired and thankful that you can breathe again and that your heart isn't fluttering horribly in your chest that you lean on the creature holding you. Childe can easily support your body weight, massaging your temples and listening to you sigh quietly. your eyes begin to slide shut as you feel soft purring surround you, and hear a curiously familiar, if echoing, chuckle. you barely care when you're picked up and cradled in sheathed arms, leaning against an armored chest- it's quiet and peaceful here, after all. more peaceful than anything has been in weeks. your hand curls in the fluff again as you yawn and snuggle closer, silently asking for the comforting presence to stay a while with you. it's nice here, after all, and you've been deprived of nice things for so long.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #no comfort? fine i'll do it myself /lh #is this self indulgent? yyyyes it is i can't deny it #but i think. i needed it #i am very familiar with the feeling of breathing too hard and yet still not getting enough oxygen and feeling yourself kinda going #anywayssssss some nice comfort yum yum #and then you find out that he's actually really sweet and- ok i'll stop #wifi's brainrot #short scenario

[findmeabowlofundertale]

happy Toss Him Tuesday, have this whiteboard doodle of these two dorks

#wife who can LIFT YOU #when I drew this I literally thought to myself ‘toss him tuesday’ but it wasn’t Tuesday so… #anyway yeah Asteri’s magic-arm-wing things can grab stuff they just don’t have fine motor control #so she usually uses her tail for stuff like that #unless she NEEDS hands #also her wings are like hoodie strings #that’s why the one is so short in the last picture #seeker draws #sort of #seeker oc #asteri #gaster #⁂ gaster #guess I should come up with a name for the two of them #which is hard since their names are. v similar #gasteri? just aster? ….asterings?? #oh actually I kinda like that one #wait wait what about dingsaster #idk ill figure it out #⁂ art #dingsaster #⁂