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railleriee · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Dick Analysis

Summary: Explanation of what I think these genshin men's dicks look like!

Characters Included: Childe, Albedo, Itto, Cyno, Xiao, Venti, Kazuha, Zhongli, Gorou, Diluc, Kaeya, heizou, Ayato, Tighnari.

Warnings: Sex, dick sizes and description, Degradation, and praise, kinks. ( Let me know if I missed any! )

Childe:

Eight inches, nine when hard. Longer than it is thick. Has a few veins running down the sides. He’s very sensitive towards the tip. His cheeks reden and he lets out the sweetest moans. Gets hard incredibly quickly.

Cums fast when you play with him but lasts a little longer when he’s in you.

Albedo:

Six Inches, a solid seven and a half when hard. THICK. His tip gets so red and drips of precum when you play with him. Surprisingly incredibly skilled. Stamina is amazing, could go three rounds. It’s incredibly pale, although his tip is usually a dark pink. Twitches at the smallest amount of affection.

Itto:

Pretty big. Around 10 inches. THICK, prepared to be stretched. Has to prep you with four fingers. Dick piercings! I see them going down the front of his cock. They feel SO good when he’s fucking you. Doesn’t like to do anything besides topping you. Will get horny at the absolute worst time.

Cyno:

Around six inches. Average size. Definitely on the more skinner side, although his stamina and skill makes up for it. Into a TON of foreplay. He’s a switch whether he’ll admit it or not. He loves the idea of you being in control. He’s a big fan of cock rings.

Xiao:

Five Inches, but grows a ton when hard. Around 7 Inches. VEINY. He’s incredibly sensitive. He’s a pretty pink color all around, I see him on the more pale side of a pink. Another switch. He’s either really dominant or really submissive. He LOVES calling you names, such a turn on for him when he sees your reaction. Please deny this boy and orgasm, he has the most beautiful whines.

Venti:

He’s a god, he has to be a decent size. Feeling around seven inches, around eight when hard. It's genuinely so pretty. Smooth, on the larger size than thick. He keeps himself very clean. He has SO much cum. Fucks it into you until theres too much and it’s dripping out of you. He’s down for any position. Also a major experimentalist.

Kazuha:

Thinking eight inches. Doesn’t grow much when hard. Slim, and pretty. It’s a pretty darkish pink. He’d definitely enjoy sexting. He’s very passionate when it comes to sex. He’s very sweet and full of praise. He’s a switch, loves to be denied an orgasm. Whines, definitely a big begger.

Zhongli:

Man is huge. In his Morax “form” I imagine him to have two dicks, each around eleven inches, Twelve and a half when hard. Normally he’s around eight to nine inches! Either really sweet or really rough. Man knows how to please. He’d eat you out until he can no longer breathe. He cums so much. High stamina, at least 6 rounds. He loves seeing you all fucked out, muttering incoherant words.

Gorou:

Six Inches. Round tip that hits just right. Loves face fucking you. Total breeding kink. He’s a total switch, he usually enjoys being on the bottom most of the time. Deep breathes, he doesn’t moan a bunch but you can hear his breath hitch. Occasionally lets out a few whines. He loves watching you play with yourself.

Diluc:

He’s big. Nine inches, ten when hard. Lots of cum, he loves watching you struggle to swallow all of it. Heavy. When he’s completely hard, he has a dark pink tip. He’s definitely veiny. Curves a bit to the left. He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to sex but is willing to try things if you asked. Missionary is his favorite. Adores watching you try to hold back your moans.

Kaeya:

BIG! I’m thinking nine and a half inches. He’s long and thick. Very clean shaven, Dark pink almost burgundy tip. Man can fuck like no other. Hickies, he LOVES giving hickies. He holds your face to make you look at him as he fucks you. Makes fun of you when you struggle to take him. Man finger you SO good. Hits all the right spots.

Heizou:

He’s around six inches, but oh boy is he thick. His technique? Wonderful, he doesn’t have much experience but he picked up what you liked quickly. He loves bending you over his desk and fucking you. Willing to try almost everything. He’s a switch but prefers to be on top. When he’s on bottom he definitely has loud moans and gasps. He’s very vocal.

Ayato:

Solid eight inches, Nine and a half when hard. It’s so pretty, a singular vein running up the right side. Also curves a bit to the right. He’s more of a pale pink color. He’s always very clean shaven. Such a fan of doing it in risky places. Touching you under the table while at dinner. Has you secretly giving him head, under his desk, while he has a meeting with the commission. Very romantic.

Tighnari:

On the smaller size, around five inches. Although he grows a bunch when hard, around seven inches. Heavy, and thick. He's not completely clean-shaven but he keeps it well-kept and trimmed. Breeding kink. He's incredibly skilled and knows what he's doing. Into marking and trying new things. He enjoys being a bottom but it rarely happens. Quite moans when he's fucking you. Lay's his head onto your chest as he fucks you.

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 5 months

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Hello! The Relationship & Courting antics 5,10,19 and 27❤️ for Idia Shroud. Have a good day! :)

Idia Shroud:

5. ♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Might end up waiting until after marriage just because he got too nervous when intimate moments reached their opening action. Making out hadn’t bothered him after the first kiss CG had been unlocked, but stripping down with his scrawny chest and even paler than his face skin out for you to see? He didn’t know what skill set or items can enhance his courage, but you have to give him the space to mull it over and think about what would be most comfortable for his first time.

10. ♥ Do they include their partners in most aspects of their life?

Idia dreamed of being a technological power couple with his partner, his basis for this similar to his own parents. While they weren’t perfect, he wanted a person who understood him without words being needed. It just made sense that would be a person who shared the same knowledge and skills as him (partly, he hardly expected to find a person who reached his actual level).

19. ♥ What was their first impression about their partner/person they are courting?

Idia had always perceived you as intimidatingly attractive. He had first spotted you during the sorting ceremony, and after decisively thinking there was no chance of you ending up in Ignihyde, he had tried to wipe you from his mind. It’s silly now to think something as petty as being sorted into different dorms would stop a genuine connection but Idia had always limited his face-to-face interaction, so it was fair that he didn’t assume you’d ever meet in an organic way.

27. ♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?

Idia really wouldn’t be getting sleep if he saw you in his dreams too. Even dreaming about you rejecting him wouldn’t hurt as badly as his nightmares with Ortho when he was younger (and sometimes in the present). A lot of Idia’s crushing is seeing you in the content he consumes, his favorite characters reflecting traits he then found in you.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Courting Meme #Idia Shroud #Idia Shroud x Reader

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Shadows Entwined: Part 1

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x Sidekick!reader

Heyo! I saw someone ask for a Batman Vs Tmnt, Tmnt x reader, and I thought hey, why not try it out. I’ve decided to make it with Leo because, well, he’s my fave.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or any Batman misinformation. I’ve only seen this movie a few times, and TMNT have always been my heroes of choice.

Spelling and grammar mistakes be warned! English is not my first language.

Also I’m totally guessing what his eye color would be.

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Plot: The reader is a sidekick of Batman from Gotham City, and meets the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And well, you and Leo like each other’s eyes.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

(H/N) = Hero name.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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The night cloaked Gotham City in a shroud of uncertainty, with what seemed to be the everlasting bad weather that had been over the city you called home, for all the time you could remember. In the heart of Gotham, you, the trusted sidekick of the Dark Knight, (H/N), patrolled the streets with unwavering determination. Your skill with gadgets and hand-to-hand combat had earned you Batman's trust, but tonight, the shadows whispered of a danger that required unconventional alliances.

Batman's investigation led him to believe that the lizard men Batgirl had told about, were ninja. Metahumans, Batman had called them. Just what Gotham needed! More monstrous beings roaming the city. Only more to keep you, Batman, Batgirl and Robin more busy. Well, it didn't hurt keeping Robin more busy… He had started nagging you like the worst little brother would.

From the top of Wayne Enterprise, you saw it. Penguin. You knew Wayne Enterprise would likely be the next target of these ninjas, but you had never expected the Penguin to be here, with all of his colorful umbrellas. The Penguin had never been smart when it came to colors.

You were just about to call Batman, to tell him to come outside, when all of a sudden, a small yelp, and one of the Penguin’s men was gone. No trace. And then another. The Penguin turned, just in time to see something blue, flapping in the wind.

“It’s him!”, he yelled. “He’s here!”

You frowned in confusion as the Penguin started pointing, yelling it was the bat. But you knew Bruce Wayne, and you knew Batman, and whatever it was, it was not Batman.

Moving fast and out of the shadows, you were shocked to see a tall turtle, standing on its legs with a red bandana covering his face. Even more shocked were you, when it asked the Penguin if it looked like a bat. More came out of the shadows. One in orange, one in purple and one in blue.

You looked on as the four humanoid turtles knocked all of the Penguin’s men out. You couldn’t lie, when the blue disarmed the Penguin with a ninja star, you were impressed. Confused, shocked and impressed.

“Gotham is bonkers yo!”, yelled the orange one before falling over on its shell with a big smile.

“It is indeed”, you whispered to yourself, watching the four terrapins. No doubt they had been the lizard men Batgirl had been talking about.

As they tied the men up, you continued to study them from your hiding spot. They were… not really what you expected. The orange one continued to goof around, even teasing the others. But as loud as the so called ninja was, it was the blue one that caught your attention. Even as the red one started yelling, he stayed calm and stoic.

That was until the sudden break of character, a look of shock washed over his face, as the red one pushed the Penguin’s men away from the purple one with his foot, causing them to crash into a dumpster in the alleyway.

As the four turtles started screaming and yelling over the red one's rash decision, you felt a pressens next to you. You looked to your side to see Batman, as stoic as ever, not even turning his head to look at you. You caught the small glimpse of blood on his lip, but before you could ask, he spoke up.

“Got anything out here, (H/N)?”

You pointed to the alleyway, where the four terrapins were staring at the Bat Mobil. “Seems like Batgirl’s lizard men like your ride”.

Batman narrowed his eyes. He spoke no words before jumping into action, throwing his Bat Stars at them. You followed suit, staying on the roof above them, keeping out of sight as they took in the presence of the bat. You were not surprised to see the red one attack before the blue one told him to. You were much less surprised to see the same red turtle being thrown back against the orange one.

“Take him down!”, the blue turtle yelled. “We need answers”.

You watched as the four turtles fought against Batman, only to be thrown away one by one, before coming right back into action. As Batman threw the orange one through the backdoor of a pizza place, the purple and red one engaged him in battle. You saw the blue one, getting ready to jump in, his two katanas ready. You took this as your que and went straight down in front of him. He halted, eyes widening in surprise.

“You’re welcome to try”, was all you said, before swinging a fist at him. He dodged, gritted his teeth in a frown, jumping in for an attack. You dodged his sharp blades, standing right between them, straight in his line of sight. Amidst the standoff, your eyes met those of the blue-masked leader. They were white, but for a split second, you could see color in them. Blue? Like the mask on his face. You would have wanted to study the color further, but decided against it with a kick to his plastron. He slid across the ground before standing, with the same white in his eyes as before. He ran and swung his blades at you, as you blocked his attack with your forearm. You made a mental note to yourself, to once again thank Bruce for putting metal inside of your gloves. You could no longer count the amount of times they have saved you.

As you stood there, fighting with your forearm against the impressive strength he was putting into his katanas, you once again noticed the color of his eyes. Definitely blue, with an inner circle of light gray.

“I like your eyes”. You couldn’t stop yourself. “They’re pretty”. You just had to say it. And his reaction was worth it. He was caught off guard. Pupils snapping straight to your eyes in shock. “Would look good in black”, you finished, using his moment of hesitation to punch him in the face.

He stumbled back a few steps, giving Batman more than enough time to attack a hock to the back of his shell, which sent him flying across the alley, straight into the purple one.

Batman turned his attention towards the red one, as the orange one came flying for you with his nunchucks out. Screaming about nunchucks to the face while leaving his own face open for attacks. That sent him flying to the ground, right next to the purple one yet again.

With a taser shock from the Batmobile, the red one was down too. That left the blue one, who continually refused to stay down.

“Who ever you two are”, he said, pointing with his swords. “You better back the hell away from my brothers!”

As he came towards the two of you, Batman rushed in to block his swords. You found the flash bombs from your belt - yet another of the many reasons for you to thank Bruce, throwing them at the blue terrapin. The white flashed left him dazed and confused. The last thing he saw before being knocked out cold, with the blunt end of his own brother’s sai, was your eyes.

Those damn eyes.

As Batman threw him to the rest of the turtles, that was all you could think about. He did indeed have pretty eyes.

Growning, the purple one looked at his brothers. “That’s it. I’m calling this”. He stood up, throwing a smoke bomb to the ground leaving you and Batman back in the alley, covering your faces from the smoke. “It’s ninja vanish time!”

Batman looked to the sai in his hand. You started at the spot where the turtles had been just a moment ago.

“Ninja… turtles”, you heard the dark voice of Batman say.

“I liked metahumans more”, you mumbled, still starting at the place you had last seen the blue turtle.

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Part 2?

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satrs · 9 months

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how about A9 and 10 with Ness ^^

to the event

FEATURING; NESS ALEXIS x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Somnophila. cunnilingus. oral(f! receiving). mention of overstim.

୨୧ WC; 0.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

You stirr awake by a rush of pleasure running through your body, eyes half asleep as you catch him burried between your legs, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he looked at you with a lovestruck look on his face.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Your response cracked with a moan as his mouth latched onto your clit, harshly sucking the plumb nub. "F-fuck, Ness-"

He hushed you by inserting two of his slender fingers into your aroused heat, a smile plastered on his face as his restless sucking found no end. “Just a little more, mkay? You taste so good, cant stop now", he mumbled into your pussy before curling his fingers up to hit your sweet spot.

You pant, last bit of sleep now leaving your body as your hand tangle into his locs, eagerly pushing his head further into your heat. The vibration of his sounds against your weeping cunt made it hard for you to keep still, thighs shaking in his hold.

His skillful fingers increased their antics, rubing your gushy spot almost in a teasing manner. His eyes shot up at your squeak, eyes shot open whilst your eyebrows knitt in concentraton has you observe the man dipped between your legs.

He was dedicated, too lost in his own head to notice your thighs clasping around his head and cunt gushing around his fingers as you came.

Snapping back from his pleasure-clouded mind, his fingers abandoned your hole, mouth following suit. His eyes sparkled in awe as he watched your juices coat your twitching hole.

“Did you come already?”

He needed no answer by just one look to your fucked out expression, a low growl coming from the pit of his stomach, as his mouth was back on yours, lapping up every last bit of your arousal, painfully hard cock straining against his boxers.

You bit your bottom lip, dwelling in the feeling of his warm tongue making out with your sloppy pussy, heart beating rapidly in your chest once he replaced the cold and empty nothingness in your hole with his tongue, nose bumping into your clit in the process.

"Do it again."

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #alexis ness smut #ness smut #blue lock hcs #blue lock ness #blue lock drabbles

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kxizoku-ou · 12 days

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CP9 Cat Headcanons

This is... a very silly post. XD After seeing a similar concept on Pixiv (images 10–12 in this log) and critiquing the breed choices it used, I wound up writing my own take on it.

These are written with actual cats in mind (not my usual Hybrid Au), and the breed choices are just for fun— as in, largely chosen based on looks/vibes, not anything too serious. I was definitely channeling that early 2000s "characters are cats for some reason now" mini-genre, so these are pure fluff/comedy, for once... >3>

. . .

Lucci

(Bengal)

Serial toy murderer. Violently destroys any and every toy you give him within a matter of hours, days at MOST.

Some of the things he’s done to his toys probably qualify as war crimes tbh. Likes to drown the catnip mice in his water dish. Also enjoys tearing things into ragged chunks/”gutting” the stuffing.

Sometimes you wake up to him on your chest with a present.

(A chunk of mutilated cat toy. He drops it onto your face.)

The most athletic cat you’ll ever know. There is no surface in your house he can’t reach SOMEHOW. Also can and will learn how to open doors, drawers, etc, and will use this unfortunate skill to get into everything if he’s bored.

Affectionate, but only on his terms. You don’t decide when you’re allowed to pet him; when the mood strikes, he’ll interrupt whatever you’re doing and forcefully put his body in your lap.

You’re not allowed to move until he decides you’re done. :)

Has a surprisingly cute kneading habit. He’ll go Baby Mode and make biscuits for hours. Sucks on certain blankets too.

Kaku

(Devon Rex)

ZOOMIES TO THE MAX.

Seemingly never sits still. Will run from one end of your house to the other at all hours of the day. At night, you’re regularly woken up by the distinct rapid thumping of galloping kitty paws.

Likes high places and unexpected perching spots. This includes your shoulder— and he can make the jump on his own!

Playful, but not prone to destroying his toys. Prefers batting hard objects down a flight of stairs to tearing the plush ones open.

Too brave (and curious) for his own good. Lacks any sense of danger when it comes to investigating something that’s caught his interest.

This includes slipping through the front door.

Not super cuddly, but likes being near you/keeping an eye on what you’re doing.

Has a squeaky “old man” meow. WEH!

Jabra

(Egyptian Mau)

Wild, playful, curious, and so very destructive. If he’s not kept entertained, your property will suffer for it.

Requires FREQUENT play and attention, but fortunately, he’s not too hard to please. Throwing a squishy ball for “fetch” can keep him occupied for hours.

The asshole cat who will make direct eye contact with you before (very deliberately) knocking something off a shelf, then sit there smugly while you try to scold him.

Very talkative! When he wants your attention, he YELLS, and seeing wildlife outside always brings out that excited, bloodthirsty chitter.

Taking him to the vet is an ordeal, for everyone involved...

Doesn’t mind being pet and handled. Pesters you for affection regularly, but gets bitey when he’s had enough. :/

Highly territorial. Will not tolerate other cats/animals near him.

Kalifa

(Turkish Angora)

Truly the embodiment of the “disdainful gorgeous fancy cat” trope.

Her fur is incredible, due largely in part to near-constant grooming. Do NOT interrupt her washing.

She’ll wash your fingers too if she’s feeling affectionate. Mlem mlem mlemmmm...

Likes to be involved in what you’re doing. The kind of cat to walk across your keyboard or loaf-sit on top of stray paperwork, seemingly oblivious to how badly she’s getting in the way.

At least your “adorable secretary” makes for good moral support!

Not overly playful, but she can be a DEADLY hunter when the mood strikes— fast, agile, and with amazing reflexes no matter what kind of toy you put in front of her.

Weirdly fickle about when you’re allowed to touch her. Will glare, hiss, and swat at fingers if you test those boundaries.

Blueno

(Norwegian Forest Cat)

The most quiet, low-maintenance, independent cat imaginable. You nearly forget he exists, sometimes.

Not much of a meower, but has a deep, calming, rumbly purr.

Content to curl up on a chair or in a corner and let you go about your day! He’ll alternate between napping and silently staring in your general direction; the eye contact is a sign of affection. <3

Won’t seek out attention on his own, but also won’t fight it if you pick him up and carry him around like a plushie.

...he stays limp and docile no matter what you do to him, actually.

Needs regular brushing, or his fur starts to matt. It’s pretty much the only “extra attention” he’ll require, though, and he’s (fortunately) cooperative about it.

Learned how to open doors at some point. You don’t know how he managed that.

Fukurou

(Persian)

R O U N D (and it’s not just fluff)

Despite being shaped like a furry bowling ball, he’s quite playful, and way more agile/fast-moving than you’d expect.

...that energy is much less cute when his full weight lands on your abdomen in the middle of the night, however.

VERY affectionate. Will take any opportunity to lay his chin on your palm, headbutt your shoulder/wrists, put his paws on your chest so he can try to lovingly lick your face, etc— purring all the while!

Chatty cat!! Chirps and squeaks at you non-stop; if you “respond” to him, it turns into a back-and-forth conversation with his mrrep-ing.

Fond of high places, like bookshelves and tall dressers.

It’s unclear how such a heavy cat manages to get up onto them, but he usually ends up yowling for help when he can’t get back down.

Kumadori

(British Longhair)

A huge, massively fluffy mini-lion of a cat, with that “polite little gentleman” face common in his breed.

Sheds. Sheds SO MUCH. All of your clothes are covered in his fur, no matter how hard you try to keep him thoroughly brushed.

You cannot escape the fluff.

YOWLS. The loudest, most determined drama queen when he wants something. Acts like he’s dying if his food bowl is empty for more than half an hour, non-stop howling included.

Extremely cuddly; wants as much attention from you as you’ll give, and will flop his entire body into your lap to get it.

Fond of jingly toys! The louder and more annoying the bell, the better.

If you ever have to give him medicine (be it a pill or liquid), he’s utterly betrayed. Gives you the huge, sad, miserable scared-kitty eyes for the rest of the evening, and won’t let you touch him.

(He’s over it by morning, and back to purring in your arms. Baby.)

Spandam

(Siamese)

The ugliest purebred imaginable, and his personality isn’t better. <3

Health issues. Skin/coat problems, numerous food sensitivities, arthritis, frequent UTIs, and a crooked tail from a past injury.

King of separation anxiety. If he can’t find you, he’s HOWLING, then finding a corner to cower in until his protector is back.

Truly the embodiment of the phrase “scardey cat”. Terrified of everything from the vacuum to rustling plastic bags. Huddles under the couch, trembling pathetically, after every little scare.

...it is kind of cute when he runs to you to “save” him, however.

This clumsy dumbass WILL get himself hurt (in incredibly stupid ways) if you don’t keep an eye on him. Utterly oblivious to real danger.

His distressed yowling is awful, and the attention-demanding yells aren’t much better. The classic So So Whiney Baby Siamese!

NEEDS to be the only cat in the household— he’s violently territorial, but guaranteed to end up the other cat’s punching bag once he’s pissed them off enough.

#One Piece #CP9 #CP0 #Lucci #Rob Lucci #Kaku #Jabra #Kalifa #Blueno #Fukurou #Kumadori #Spandam #Headcanon #Reader

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cleanyoman · 10 months

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Keeping up with the Kitties (Updated)

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a unique and cozy napping furniture with a touch of nostalgia.

The kitties, who have become the beloved pets of many households, have found a new home in the frame of a retro television set. This new addition to your gameplay not only gives your furry friends a cozy spot to nap in, but it also allows them to feel like the stars they truly are. After all, cats are often the main characters in their owners' lives and deserve the royal treatment.

This unique napping furniture not only provides a comfortable spot for your kitties to rest, but it also adds a touch of nostalgia to your home decor. The retro television set frame is a perfect fit for the furry stars of your household, giving them a sense of importance and belonging. With this new addition, your kitties will surely be the envy of all their feline friends and will bask in the extra attention they receive from their owners.

I created the first version of this during the 2020 lockdown when I was learning to make custom content (CC) for my own gameplay. It remains my most downloaded CC to date and was what got me hooked on making and sharing more. Since then, I have significantly improved my skills, and creating this new and improved TV cat-napping furniture has been a way to gauge my progress. I hope you and your sims enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed making it.

Happy Simming!

10 Maxis Match textures

Hand-painted Spec Maps to make shiny things shine and matte things.… not.

Custom-made thumbnails (for the first time)

Slots for your belongings are available in various sizes.

Optimized for laptop users! - Only 300 polygons.

Could possibly also be used by small dogs - I haven't tried, so please let me know if you do!

And as alway free download on CurseForge;)

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months

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Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist|Third Masterlist

Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

Mature content ahead so please be warned : 18+

_ "You seem.. distracted," he breathlessly utters while peering up at you from between your thighs, "aren't you enjoying this?" and the smirk following suit is an indication of his teasing, and confidence in his skilled tongue.

_ "Wha.. no, no that's not it!" truth be told, his wondrous mouth has always been enough to fog up your brain and renders you a moaning mess, and this time is no different as he has you sitting comfortably in the same chair you sat on months ago when you came for your tattoo, only this time, your skirt is hiked up around your waist and your legs are resting on his shoulders while your panties are discarded somewhere.

How scandalous.

Here you thought you'd have dinner together between his scheduled appointments, but he had something else entirely in mind.

You aren't worried about someone walking in though, since everyone else is diligently working at the moment, you are however still not over what happened a few weeks ago when he came to visit you at night, all troubled and distraught.

_ "Look at you, swallowing my fingers eagerly." his teasing words are flustering, and his long thick digits are pushing you closer to insanity. He's aware of what he's doing to you, moving them slowly in and out of your fluttering heat, and curling them right at that sweet spot he knows all too well.

His lips are peppering your shaky thighs with soft kisses as his fingers keep spreading you deliciously, and you know that you will certainly not hold out for much longer.

_ "Shouta.. yes, keep going, please." you squeeze your eyes shut and arch off the leather chair while threading your own fingers through his beautiful hair, further messing his already messy bun.

You are grateful for the blasting music outside of the booth, because everyone would hear your sinful moans otherwise.

His fingers quicken and his mouth envelops your reddened clit, sucking it hungrily and coaxing your release.

Your legs tighten around his neck and your eyes shoot open while shockwaves of pleasure rock you to the core and leave you pulsing in the aftermath of your orgasmic release.

Your throat is dry and your whole body is tingling as you strive to regain your composure, it was wonderful as usual, and for a moment there, you were actually able to forget about what's been bothering you for weeks.

_ "That was.. so good." a dumb smile is splayed across your face as your body is finally relaxed.

_ "I'm glad gorgeous," he replies with a chuckle while lowering your legs carefully, "so, did this help you relax?"

_ "What do you mean?" you're still on cloud nine and your mind is too fuzy to comprehend the meaning behind his words.

_ "No, never mind," he runs a hand through the loose strands framing his handsome face, "I just worry sometimes when you overwhelm yourself with work or other things." and for some reason, it feels as if he regrets his original statement and is trying to make light of the situation, perhaps because he's the one who's been troubled lately, and deep down he knows that it's affecting you in the worst of ways.

He means well though, obviously he does, and you know he's truly worried about you, but somehow you find his words irritating.

How can he act oblivious when he's the reason why you've been a mess lately? If anything, he actually owes you some answers.

Your smile is suddenly replaced with a frown, and you sigh out frustratedly as you carefully stand up on shaky legs and push your way past him in order to fetch your panties, "I should be the one telling you this."

He doesn't reply, and instead keeps his attention on you as he awaits an explanation.

_ "Shouta, isn't there anything you want to tell me?" you ask him calmly, eyes full of longing and a tinge of pain.

You didn't have to say anything more for him to understand your request, and you just stand there patiently waiting to hear his answer.

He walks up to you, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes looking everywhere but you, and it reminds you of the day he visited your shop for the first time, because that day too, he was shy and a bit awkward, just like he is right now.

_ "It's not a big deal I promise." he feigns a smile as he answers, but you can see right through him, whatever happened that day -a couple of weeks ago- must have been a huge deal and it is clearly still affecting him.

He can deny it all he wants, but he's been distressed lately and it tortures you to witness, and what hurts you even more is that despite it all, he is still the same loving and caring man you've always known, and that night he visited you -a few weeks ago- was the first and only time he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you.

He heaves in defeat and you watch with frightened eyes as his head hangs low and his voice comes out, but nothing could ever have prepared you for what he has to say.

_ "Eri, she's.."

Your heart sinks as you're expecting the worst, this is about Eri, but what can it be? Is she ill? Did something bad happen at school? It can't be, you see her all the time and talk to her on the phone almost daily, and she is as bright and cheerful as she's always been, so what is it then?

_ "What about Eri? Shouta tell me quick, please." you grip onto his arms tightly and shake him as your patience was wearing thin already.

_ "Her mom is back, and she wants her."

No really, nothing could ever have prepared you for what he had to say..

_ "How could she.. after all these years." you know all too well that it isn't your place to comment on the subject, this thing in particular does not concern you at all, it is a family matter that has existed way before you even came along, but for God's sake you're unable to contain your anguish.

You know what these two mean to each other, to him, Eri isn't just his daughter, she's his whole life and everything in his existence revolves around her, and to her, he's the only family she has ever known and loved. Nothing's fair about this.

_ "It will be okay, I'm sure it will be fine, yeah." and it's a weird smile he's showing, one you're not used to seeing from him.

who is he even trying to convince?

_ "But Shouta what about this is fine?"

_ "I have to believe that it is! Or else I'll go insane!" his hands are shaking and his voice is cracking now, as he's barely standing on his own two feet.

He has never been this way in front of you before and it kills you to witness.

You feel useless and hate yourself for triggering him this way, this isn't what he needs..

Oh right.. this isn't what he needs right now, not a reminder of this catastrophe but rather a reassurance, a sliver of hope, a moment to forget. It's precisely why he hasn't told you about it until you've brought it up a bit earlier.

_ "The man who took care of her all by himself for years, who raised her well and gave her all his love, who was both parents, is the same man standing right in front of me," it's all clear now and you know precisely what needs be done as you gently grasp on to his trembling hands, "you know what? It will be fine, Eri belongs with you and no power can change it, and I truly believe that."

He's speechless listening to you speak, lips parted and expression finally relaxing, this is indeed what he's been looking for, just a little peace of mind.

He pulls you to his chest and engulfs you tightly, so tightly in fact that you're left breathless in his strong arms.

His shoulders shake and a stream of hot liquid falls from his face to wet your own as he finally bares his all, and you stand there like a pillar for him to lean on, listening as he breaks down in your embrace.

To be continued..

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csphire · 8 months

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Sad because you need more Dammon?

Here is a guide on how to make him into your player character or guardian. ->New Guide here that includes mod suggestions!

To start with I made sure that all his stats were at least 10 in everything like his original. According to the Wiki Dammon is an Asmodeus Tiefling.

For the extra points left over, I put them into upping his Dexterity (as it helps with dodging damage), the main stat for his class (in this case Wisdom for a Druid), and a bit in Charisma just to make conversation rolls a bit easier. For background, I went with Guild Artisan to further help him with persuasion, give him some insight, and for roleplaying purposes since he was a blacksmith. For cantrips, I would highly recommend picking Guidance to further aid all conversation rolls.

For Class, I went with Druid because it lets him wield a scimitar right at the start. On the Nautolid you can usually find two of these weapons. The second reason is maybe being at the grove rubbed off on him a little. He did after all pick up a few skills while in Avernus why not at the Druid Grove too? The third reason, your doppelganger gets a discount from Arron the other merchant to be found there. But of course, you can make him any other class you wish or multi-class him. I did so myself by adding dragon sorcerer and bard to him later on. (I am tempted to try and get the Jack-of-all-Trades achievement with him.)

When it comes to his eyes there is a slight hiccup. They are currently only unique to Dammon. The closest we can get to them is Blue 3. I vaguely recalled that if one was a tiefling in Early Access even if one were to pick the more human/elven eye colors they would still have a slight glow to them. This is currently not the case as of launch and I'm not aware if there are any mods out that can give us the proper eyes. :

Actually, after some thought, another color might be better than Blue 3 called Sapphire 4 as it's a little more intense.

For make-up, I don't think Dammon wears any but I did add a subtle amount to try to make his eyes stand out a little more and added the tinest amount of color and gloss to his lips. So the following is optional. Personally, I find that particular eyeshadow comes in handy for guys overall at a 10 or 20 intensity level to make their eyes look a little deeper set and um... more broody?

For the hair, you may want to experiment with the red highlight. I don't think I got the color spot on. Below, I outlined other possibilities. On a darker red you may want to go higher in intensity than just 60.

The horns I also worry I made a touch lighter than Dammon's but if you go with a Dusty 6 or 7 that might correct the minor difference.

Below is a final side-by-side comparison in the same lighting. Again, you might wish to experiment and go with a slightly darker red for the red hair highlight and the same with the horns. Also, the dyes I end up using for his gear are Swamp Green or Green to complement his original outfit colors.

Enjoy!

And Special thanks to @deir-emmett for coming up with the guide for the Dammon Dream Visitor available here.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Dammon #build guide #Dammon as Tav

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aroaceleovaldez · 4 months

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i mean it when i say we've gotta bring back askblogs. bring back making character chat posts with poor choice text colors over random backgrounds. bring back blogs dedicated to what outfits you think characters would wear.

fandom is an ecosystem, not a numbers game. these types of blogs/posts/etc still exist in concept, because people still want to make them and they're a great way to get your thoughts of an idea out in a simple format, but most people make them on like tiktok or instagram reels and that's where the problem lies. Those videos don't go anywhere. The format doesn't allow for the discussion to spread through the community and they're less likely to be engaged with in general. And to make them most people have to either show their face or figure out editing software, so the barrier to entry is higher (editing) and/or they have to forfeit an amount of privacy.

those types of posts/blogs are the first rung of the ecosystem. they're the perfect environment for younger members of the fandom to begin safely interacting with the larger community and putting their own thoughts and ideas out there. roleplay is the other major spot for that and those communities are diminishing as well, honestly (if you know of an rp forum board site, cherish it. and if you can make one, make one). they allow younger fans to begin engaging with the source material on a different/deeper level, but still at a very low barrier to entry, and begin conversations with other fans, which also helps them build skills which in turn may encourage them to pursue other avenues within the fandom (fic writing, other formats of askblog - which itself usually leads to art, cosplay, also fic writing, etc). Without those places to build those skills, they might feel discouraged from trying to begin when surrounded by curated people who have built their skills up for years.

And those conversations they foster also in turn help the community, by offering ideas to artists or fic writers to extrapolate on or building community jokes. And that text/blog format specifically is extremely beneficial, because it allows younger members of the fandom to remain anonymous and keep their privacy without concerning themselves with having any platform or having anything attached to them (very important for young fans figuring themselves out and navigating online community spaces for the first time, since they can remove themselves from spaces easily if they decide they don't like it and they're protected, rather than PUTTING THEIR FACE ON THE INTERNET). And those posts they make will spread a lot more into the community since they're in a significantly easier format to be reposted (few people are gonna be reposting tons of random short-form videos versus spamming their instagrams with reposts of 10 random fandom images yoinked from tumblr, or reposting to pinterest or something). Like, don't repost art, at the VERY least don't repost without credit, but also I am not ignorant to the fact that my art is not just the first google image result for "pjo pride" and related searches, but also the 4th, the 6th, the 9th, the 10th, the 11th, etc etc., and pops up in the search results before the official ReadRiordan does simply because people reposted my work more (most with credit, thankfully).

For fandom to be a community, it needs to perpetuate itself. There needs to be engagement with one another and conversation. If that bottom rung is cut off, then new fans won't be able to grow into the other niches of the fandom, and the fandom will be solely reliant on the source material and die out extremely quickly, and there won't be a community. There's no conversation! There's no reason to stay beyond the original material! But if you don't have points of entry for new fans, they won't have any way to build the skills needed to move into those niches, or engage with the community in a healthy way.

tl;dr: Bring back askblogs and character-based text post blogs. They are vital to fandom ecosystem.

#fandom #long post //#i know many people jest about tumblr posts being reposted often to other social media #but there's a reason for that! because few other social media these days are primarily text-based! and tumblr is a BLOGGING website!#we're built for sharing random essays! which means we have a LOT of word-heavy stuff #that other platforms can really only have in a different format - usually either image or video - due to character limits #and videos - even short form video - is far less engaged with because it takes more time to interact with #and short form videos of this nature ^ are usually only reposted in like. long-form video format compilations #which are pretty equally if not even less frequently interacted with #because most of those other social media platforms dont have good ways to easily share posts en mass like tumblr's reblog function #so even if those posts do get shared they rarely go far and even if they do they dont stick around #i also personally dont think it's coincidental that general fandom attitude shifts occurred circa 2016-2018 #around the same time as the major shift away from tumblr due to the bans #anyways if you run one of those types of blogs i respect you immensely #you are underappreciated but you fulfill an important ecological niche #also i know rp blogs are still a thing but theyre much more scarce and rp communities in general are drying up

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭

Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)

Fluff :)

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.

He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.

He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.

Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk

Louis James Moriarty:

He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.

But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.

He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.

He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.

He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.

9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.

He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.

The child can't have such influences on its little mind.

Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.

8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.

Sherlock Holmes:

He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.

But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.

John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.

Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.

It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.

Also he spoils the kid.

7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.

John H. Watson:

He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.

He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.

Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.

He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.

10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.

Sebastian Moran:

I cannot see him as a father, like at all.

Mycroft Holmes:

He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.

Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.

Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.

But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

-love, tired Az :) <3

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ao-nungg · 1 year

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treasure

✦ pairing ⨾ ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader

✦ warnings ⨾ best friends to lovers, pure fluff, indescriptive kiss

✦ word count ⨾ 2.8k

a/n – my 2nd request ! thank you for this plot <3

*marve is a character name that I created for this oneshot

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“ohhh come on ao’nungggg you should be the one to teach me” you whine as you’re begging for your best friend ao’nung to teach you how to tame a skimwing.

you have been following him from the beach and now on the marui’s dock. it’s hard to keep up with his pace since he’s much taller and has longer legs than yours.

“why don’t you ask marve?” he asked, glancing at you over his shoulder for a second while still walking. your ears flattened at the mention of the lad. “I don’t want anyone else! I could have just ask him before, but I don’t” you said and managed to pull his hand. ao’nung finally stopped at his track and turned around to face you.

both of your hands are holding his right wrist tightly, not letting him walk away. his gaze fixed on you before glancing over your hold again. he knows a skilled hunter like you is more than ready to tame one, and he’s ready to teach you but the jealousy took a turn in him when he saw you talking with marve — another metkayina hunter, by the shore.

“please?” you blinked a few times, not breaking your eye contact, pleading with him to teach and guide you today.

“what I’ll get if I help you?” a smile crept across your face when ao’nung asked that. you already expect that he’ll ask that question, so you already have an answer for it. “I’ll do your hair for a week!”

his eyes sparkled at your answer. ao’nung like— no, he loves it so much when you’re playing with his hair so you’re sure he wouldn’t resist it. “hmm that’s great, but I have something better in mind”

“what is it?” you asked in confusion.

“let’s go find rotxo and tsireya first, and I’ll tell you later after you manage to tame a tsurak” ao’nung answered you before grabbing the saddle and diving into the water. you hopped in afterwards, swimming beside him to find his friend and sister. once he spotted them in the water he signed both of them to follow and they did.

after exploring the water for a few minutes, ao’nung finally signed to catch breath and the 3 of you followed him to the surface. “where are we going?” rotxo is the first one to voice out as he’s panting to catch his breath. “isn’t this tsurak area?” tsireya asked while her eyes wandering around the area she recognized. “yes. our warrior is so ready to tame one now, so both of you need to help me” ao’nung answered with a smirk while nudging to your side.

“listen, tsurak is not an ilu. once tsaheylu is made, tsurak will ride with only one hunter in the whole life” you only nodded your head even if you have heard those same sentences hundreds times from your father.

ao’nung called for his tsurak and here come the big mighty creature out of nowhere. you gulped as you see how big it actually is by this close. ao’nung gently pat the tsurak to calm him down as it keep moving nonstop. “do not look in his eyes” he gently reminded you while setting the saddle on the tsurak before he reached to grab his queue, making tsaheylu with it. the creature screeched as they made the bond which startled you a little bit. “to become taronyu (hunter), you must choose your own tsurak and she must choose you,” he explains while tying a rope to his left hand for support.

“watch and learn” the smudge look was displayed on his face when he said that. you wish you could brush off that annoying smirk off of his face. in a blink of eyes ao’nung ride his tsurak skillfully. he proudly made some tricks to show his skills which made you awe in excitement. both rotxo and tsireya also shouting happily when they saw him riding it without struggle.

“so how would you rate it 10 out of 10?” he asked after he’s done having fun and dis bonding with his tsurak. you couldn’t help but to smile since he is indeed so good at riding the it. this man is so skilled. hunting, weaving, sewing, riding a tsurak, oh just everything… you name it and he could do it for you without struggle. yeah for you. when you said you want to weave another basket to store your clothes but you’re too lazy to do so, he appears at your marui entrance 3 days later with a big basket in his hand. and of course when you need help to sew the tops for the people, he came to offer his help. you’re so shocked when he sews everything perfectly without struggle. when you asked where he learned it, he said he just watched how his father sewing every single afternoon. and also him being a hunter? you don’t want to say much about that. everyone in the village knows who he is. the son of ronal and tonowari, a skilled hunter who is looked up by the other adolescent males.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him while the other 2 just laughed at your reaction. “now it’s time to choose your tsurak. you must follow your heart” ao’nung said and gently placing his big palm against your heart. tsireya and rotxo exchanged a knowing look while your eyes are fixed on ao’nung. you tried so hard to maintain a steady breath. “if she choose you, move quick like I showed. you have one chance y/n” he added before pulling his hand away.

“how will I know if she choose me?” you asked, eyes focused on your best friend. “she will try to kill you” he simply answered your question. “that’s not helping”

ao’nung just shrugged his shoulders and smirked when you splashed the water at him and quickly swam away to find a wild tsurak. he immediately lead you again after he managed to swim ahead of you.

‘over there’ he signed and pointed towards a float of tsuraks in the distance. the excitement fills your body but you sometimes feel frightened by their size. ‘go choose one’

you nodded and moved forward while ao’nung, rotxo and tsireya followed closely behind before settling themselves behind a huge coral cave.

you tie the long rope around your hand before swinging the rest to tie around the tsurak’s mouth. you swim past the float of tsurak and some of them screeching at you before swimming away. your eyes wander around to find the perfect one before they land on the huge creature that looks quite intimidating by your presence. it screeched at you and moved forward a little bit, as if threatening you to leave.

“this is it” you thought to yourself and began to start moving forward as well. ao’nung that was closely behind you smirked at your eagerness. he knows he has taught you well ever since both of you became friends since childhood. you’re growing up just to be a girl version of him.

after struggling to tie the rope around the skimwing, you finally managed to do it. it struggles to free itself, which accidentally makes you hit your back on the huge coral. your friends gasped at the sudden loud thud. you managed to stabilise yourself back and placed yourself on top of it, making the skimwing to swim to the surface. “tsaheylu y/n! make the bond!” ao’nung shouted as he reached the surface too and threw you the saddle he held.

you catch the saddle while panting hardly before you reached for your queue and the tsurak finally managed to calm down a little bit after you made the bond. ao’nung, rotxo and tsireya helped to hold the tsurak in preventing it to move uncontrollably while you put the saddle on. “first ride seals the bond. you cannot wait” ao’nung told you while patting your tsurak. “now remember, when you dive back in, it’s very important to be in good position” you only nodded you head before you instruct the tsurak to fly. even if it fly quite unsteady, you’re still proud that you’re finally able to tame one now. “easy girl” you told your tsurak and deeply inhaled your breath before diving into the water.

however the pressure is too hard you to handle which made you accidentally slipped your hand from the saddle handle. you tsurak swam away drastically. your friends laughed as they’re watching you swam to the surface all alone. “it takes time to form a loyal bond” ao’nung said as he arrived beside you. your tsurak came back afterwards while towering you. “where’s tsireya and rotxo?” you asked while patting the tsurak’s head as you noticed their absence. “I told them to go back” you gave him a confused look but he ignored you and called for his tsurak. “come on, let’s practise” he said as he settled down on his skimwing. you followed his action and he guided you to ride the tsurak afterwards. you went for a multiple fly and ride along with ao’nung and his tsurak right beside you. as you realise your tsurak is getting steadier in flying and swimming after multiple times, a proud smile displayed on your face. you don’t miss that proud smile on ao’nung’s too.

the sky finally turned pinkish as the eclipse was setting by the moment you thought you finally managed to ride your tsurak under control.

“woooo I did it ao’nung!!” you shouted happily as your skimwing was flying proudly above the water. ao’nung smiled with his eyes fixed on you. he couldn’t stop to admire your beauty especially when the wind is running through your hair, giving full access to see your beautiful face without the hair blocking it. he couldn’t hide the fact that he adores you so much. you’re like a treasure to him, and so does he is to you. you don’t want to lose each other.

“let’s go to the three brothers rocks!” ao’nung shouted through the blustering wind before heading towards the said place. you just follow closely behind him since that’s the place where both of you always spend time with. farther from the people, as if the pandora only belong to both of you since it’s a restricted area for metkayina.

“haven’t been here for a quite long time” you said after stepping down from your tsurak onto the big rock. it’s the usual spot where both of you would sit together. “yeah. we’re too busy with the duties” ao’nung agreed as he’s sitting down. “hunting and practising to be a healer is so tiring, but I believe being you is much more exhausting than that” ao’nung just chuckled at your statement. he couldn’t deny it at all. being the only son of the olo’eyktan tonowari and tsahik ronal is indeed exhausting him. he needs to run constant duties in order to be the next olo’eyktan soon.

“you know.. I can’t stop thinking how it would be when it’s time for me to lead our people,” he said after a few minutes, breaking the comfortable silence. you look at him as if waiting for him to voice anything next. his eyes wander around, but you. “…because I want the best for us” he finally added and now his gaze focused on your blue eyes. your lips parted but nothing came out as you’re too shocked. you don’t know if he’s referring that to both of you or the people.

“I’m talking about us” ao’nung added again, as if he could read your confused expression. he reached out for your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “I don’t want anyone else, y/n. I just want you. I want you to be by my side forever, and I want to build our own little family”

his big blue eyes bore into yours as you’re once again in the loss of words. “ao’nung.. you know my feeling. I also want you to myself. I hope you see that I’m trying my best to be the skilled hunter my parents are proud of and to be the tsahik for you later”

“I do y/n, I do. you’re doing amazingly good, but please don’t overwork yourself, hmm?” his huge hand now caresses your cheek lovingly while the other one is still intertwined with yours. “you too ao’nung”

“I love you so much, y/n”

“I love you more ao’nung” you said and immediately hug him. “so… this is what you meant before?” you asked after remembering what he said this morning. ao’nung smile and nod his head. “yes. I want a date night with you as a reward” he answered while gently running his fingers in your hair.

you blushed when he mentioned those words.

“don’t you think we need to head back to the village? it’s getting darker now” you said as you looked up at the dark sky. ao’nung pulled away and did the same before he stand up and offering his hand at you. “alright let’s go” you smiled and took his hand, following him to your tsurak.

he let you make tsaheylu first and get on top of the skimwing, settling yourself on the big creature. “this position is good, but your leg supposed to be a litt bit lower.. and your thigh..” ao’nung said while moving your leg and thigh a little bit to his preferences. a step back a little bit, admiring his work. “yup! that’s great” you just chuckled and muttered a thank you, waiting for him to get on his skimwing afterwards.

“be careful” he reminded and immediately dive into the water first after you nodded. your giggle and shout filled the night sky. you know you would be grounded when you get back to the village, but all you want is to enjoy this moment with ao’nung first. ao’nung laughed at your excitement. he loves seeing you being this cheeky. the wide grin across your face and the sound of you laughter bring happiness in him. both of you ride beside each other, enjoying the ride back home. you followed everything ao’nung did. when he fly above the water, you did so. when he dive back in, you follow along. when his slender fingers grazing the illuminated coral, you did it too.

“wow! I’ve seen those countless times, but they’re still pretty in my eyes!” you exclaimed enthusiastically after both of you finally back to the surface. “yeah.. you’re right” ao’nung agreed, but his eyes focused on yours. he implied those words on you rather than those coral you’re referring to.

“hey, would you mind going back without me?” he suddenly asked. you shot him a confused look and glance between him and the village light that you could see from distant. you’re already close to the village. “I promise I’ll come back soon. just wait for me by the shore, alright?” he added.

“alright” you finally agreed after thinking for a minute. “wait for me” ao’nung said and unexpectedly give you a kiss. your eyes shut closed at his sudden move, and you gladly returned the kiss. he pulled away after seconds before patting your tsurak, indicating for you to leave. “go” you smiled and nodded your head, swimming alone, back to the village. ao’nung make sure you’re already close to the village first before he swims back into the water.

“y/n! where have you been? we searched for you everywhere! your parents are so worried. they’re looking for you too” a voice bombarded you with questions once you stepped your feet on the sand. you turn around and see marve with a few of his friends coming towards you. you disconnected the queue with your skimwing, patting it to leave.

“I’ll tell my parents later, thank you marve”

“tìyawn” a gentle voice interrupted marve that was about to open his mouth. there come ao’nung from the water with his hands behind his back.

marve’s friends are sharing a look when they heard ao’nung called you with that endearment name.

you lookat ao’nung and your smile widens even more. “ao’nung.. you’re back”

“I told you”

he suddenly pulled out a bouquet of medium blue coral reef, which made you gasp at its beauty. “it’s the coral we saw?!” you asked excitedly. “yes. I picked it for you” he handed the bouquet and you gladly accepted it. “thank you tìyawn” you thanked him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

ao’nung didn’t expect that, so he’s mad blushing by now. however, his usual smudge look back to display on his face when he saw marve’s white knuckles. ao’nung shamelessly glides his hand to your back, placing it on your waist and guiding you to the marui.

ao’nung smirked when both of you walked past marve. he’s satisfied that you don’t pay attention to that lad anymore, and just focus on the coral flower he got you. “hurry up!! I can smell my mom’s cook!” you grabbed his hand, running happily towards the marui.

#ailiswork #ailisreq #atwow #atwow imagines #atwow x reader #ao’nung #atwow x you #avatar #avatar imagine #atwow ao'nung #atwow fluff #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung imagine #aonung #fluff

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iamafanofcartoons · 9 months

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Reasons to love Cinder Fall from RWBY, by June / Blightmxb on Twitter

1. Her outfits.

She's had MORE wardrobe changes than any other RWBY character. she's a fashion victim and she looks GORGEOUS while doing every evil deed

2. Her story.

She's the survivor of an abusive environment in a world where nothing was given to her, she learned that taking the things she wants is the only way to survive. She's such a tragic villain cause there was never a kind hand that could've lead her on a different path

3. Jessica Nigri's VA skills.

I cannot stress enough how much i LOVE Cinder's voicing. Her velvety voice when she's being mean, her grunts of frustration, how raw she sounds when she FIGHTS. Jessica Nigri does a marvellous job for her volume after volume!

4. She's a girlfailure.

She has been defeated numerous times by a little girl, has been allegedly killed by another maiden, challenged by Jaune (affectionate), kicked by THE Blake Belladonna. The list of failures goes on and i support her ALWAYS coming back

5. Her powers.

She can materialize incandescent cristals, fire, make any given weapon on the spot and BREATHE FIRE. how absolutely COOL is that !!

6. How PETTY she is.

"Do you believe in destiny?" "Yes." // "Someone once asked me if I believed in destiny and I'm happy to say I still do" Cause after coming back from the dead (almost) she es yet again ready to commit atrocities to become even stronger, i respect her tenacity

7. She looks so awesome.

The atrocities look GOOD on her and she is a feast to the eyes when she's on screen

8. She is an overconfident, manipulative, intelligent, ruthless, cunning, villain who knows exactly how to get what she wants AND she's a woman.

Enough of morally corrupted men in media, I want morally corrupted WOMEN who are POWER-HUNGRY & not afraid to take what they want !!

9. If Ruby is the light of RWBY, Cinder is the shadow.

As the show goes on, Ruby & Cinder both face failure, loss, trauma and they both slowly lose parts of themselves. But while Ruby overcomes the struggles and becomes better, Cinder doesn't change her ways and becomes worse

10. Her Cinderella theme

i'm obsessed with how she's based on cinderella but she mirrors that entire tale and instead of becoming kind and forgiving and loving she becomes ruthless, cold hearted, and vengeful

11. She is the heart of the conflict in RWBY.

She’s the only consistent villain that brings conflict to the story. Grimm are background threats, & Salem & the other villains have less impactful scenes but Cinder is ALWAYS at the centre of the main events that further the plot

12. She would give it a shot to bisexuality.

And I think that's very cool of her to love women !!

13. Overall, I think she's a pivotal character in the RWBY universe who stirs things up and gives us such memorable (and painful) moments and I just love a complex and morally dubious villain !!

Disclaimer, cause I know you guys like to take things out of context. Do I condone her actions? No. She's done terrible things and she'll have to pay for them. Do I think she deserves a happy ending? I think she's too far gone for any hope of redemption, so probably no.

I personally don't want her to die, but knowing how RWBY works there's a slim chance she'll survive after what she's done. So. I would like her to hit rock bottom so hard she realizes she's neck deep in the wrong path, but she can still do One Good thing before she's done for(+)+) and that is sacrifice herself for Ruby. Or save her/help her in any capacity when all seems lost and she's too far gone to survive. Her own little redemption to all the terrible things she's done. That isn't enough but it's Something. I want her dark life to end with a light

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obeymycok · 11 months

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MC acts...different in their demon form

Surprise surprise, MC has their own personality and doesn't necessarily act like the brothers when they take on their demon forms. Sins manifest themselves in many different ways so who's to say MC is the same way as the brothers? To make it a little interesting, here's an MC who's avatar demon forms differ VERY much from the actual Avatars of Sin.

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebsworld @q-ueue

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TW: Substance abuse in 4th and 7th part

Promiscuous Pride

Ok but MC giving Asmo vibes while rocking Lucifer's demon form is in my head rent free

MC who looks good and fucking KNOWS it

Morning Star Avatar of Pride MC has every right to show off and takes every chance they get

Not only is it an absolute slay but the reactions of the characters is what made me write this

Lucifer's in a tight spot cuz that's MC but it'S HIS FORM😡😮‍💨

Anti Lucifer League especially thinks it's hilarious because it makes Lucifer so uncomfortable and it makes up for MC not using THEIR form

Pompous Greed

Better believe MC shows off every bit of Mammon's power whenever they get the chance to

As smart as they are agile, with the power to control electricity, MC remains undefeated in this form only😎

Mix a bit of Medusa's stare and Midas' touch and you get the ability to turn any living thing into gold by just looking into their eyes

Everyone's jaw is on the floor including Mammon's

That's MC?? With Mammon's power????? low key scared shitless

The brothers are shook

Selfish Envy

Twitch streamer energy I'm sorry

I'd say they give a little Asmo too but mainly the Mammon energy comes out

Streaming mid battle, tiktok dances in the infirmary, really just not good ideas all around

That power tho👀👀👀 devastating

As long as there's water, you basically win

The ability to conjure up storms and hurricanes from a pond AND being able to control the temperature of said water

2 in 1 water and ice power Elsa wishes💅

Besides the display of incredible power, everyone pretty much sees no difference which makes Levi sob in a hole (how DARE they compare him to Mammon✋😔)

Unquenchable Wrath CHANGE

The only thing keeping Nightbringer Satan at bay is being inexplicably stoned (same tho😔💅)

My MC got pissed off after a battle, smoked the devil's lettuce(haha funny) and found ✨THE✨ coping skill

Clever and cunning as ever, this MC is definitely terrifying but most of the time just lacks the will to cause chaos

More often than not, someone has walked in on MC and Solomon just bullshitting with each other and dying of laughter when they were "supposed to meet at the arena 10 minutes ago honestly you should know be-"🙄

No fucks to give because if you lecture the embodiment of wrath for too long...well....👀

When Satan first saw MC lose it in his demon form he was embarrassed of them until he got his head out of his ass and realized "oh shit that me" and offered some of his coping skills for when the anger takes over🥺

Jealous Lust

This one's just a call out to everyone reading this including you and especially me for writing it

Don't get me wrong, this MC is a force to be reckoned with

Asmo's charm spell on top of the agility and strength it takes to swing around with chain swords is absolutely terrifying

Nothing to scoff at just cringe sometimes; at least 1 manga on hand at all times, frequent tumblr user, many things posted on AO3🫠

The brothers burst into the infirmary, MC is sobbing

Could feel the disappointment in the air when MC said their waifu/husbando kissed someone in the latest episode

Please touch some grass, Asmo is begging

Lethargic Gluttony

Right up there with Mammon's form as far as intimidation goes

This MC is definitely a glutton but not necessarily to food like Beel is (sex, substances, sleep, games, whatever)

Probably the most similar to their avatar counterpart compared to the rest of the brothers

Imagine having the ability to rain down a storm of hellfire and just not doing it because it's nap time (oh to be that unbothered✋)

MC does still have a few issues controlling their temper when the gluttony gets the better of them

If MC is in a demon form, Beel's might be one of the scariest, but it's definitely the most chill besides its appearance

Infuriated Sloth

In MC's defense, I would also be constantly enraged if I was always tired and forced to do hardcore anime training

Feral attic gremlin energy all over again, definitely takes some sort of stimulant to stay awake and smokes to unwind

The bad attitude mixed with the stimulants is giving nightbringer Satan on crack

Does the literal bare minimum simply because their weapon does most of the work

Not scary from looks alone but a pissed off MC using their Sloth form is deadly

If MC and Belphie were on bad terms before he worships the ground they walk on now (out of fear😈)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me worldbuilding #omswd #obeyme #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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kjack89 · 8 months

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Back to Where We Started (Chapter 1/?)

For @theworldfallsup for my 10 year/4k follower anniversary, who requested a Mr. & Mrs. Smith-type AU.

It's gotten long, so I'm splitting it into multiple chapters, largely to force myself to actually finish it.

E/R, modern AU. CW: Mentioned character death, gun violence, everything you'd expect from an action movie AU.

Cosette offered the two men sitting on the couch in her office a tight smile. “I’m sorry for being late,” she said as she sat down. “My last session ran over.”

“It’s fine,” the blond man sitting on the left assured her with a faint accent she couldn’t quite place.

She nodded, giving them both a quick once-over as she pulled her pad of paper close to her. For as long as she’d been doing this, it would never not surprise her how much she could learn about a couple before they even got into whatever issue had ostensibly brought them in for couple’s therapy. In the case of the two men sitting in front of her, the tension between them was palpable, mostly based on the fact that they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch rather than directly next to her. And based on the way his knee was bouncing at about ninety miles an hour, the darker-haired man was particularly unconvinced that this was going to work.

“So,” she said, “my name is Cosette Fauchelevent. Which one of you is Enjolras?” The blond raised his hand and she smiled at him before switching her gaze to the brunet. “And you must be Grantaire.”

“I assume these incredible deductive reasoning skills explain the exorbitant price we’re paying for this,” Grantaire said in lieu of an answer.

Cosette didn’t so much as blink. “Then let’s get right into it to justify the cost,” she said pleasantly. “What’s wrong with your marriage?”

Both Enjolras and Grantaire stared at her. “Who said something was wrong with it?” Enjolras asked, his brow furrowed.

“Mostly the fact that you’re sitting here,” Cosette said, still pleasant. “But if you’d rather, we can back up a little. How long have you been married?”

“Three years,” Grantaire said.

Cosette nodded. “And how often do you have sex?” This time, she didn’t wait for either of them to protest. “Sex is a cause or symptom of larger issues more often than you might think, so better to get it out in the open.”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “Sex isn’t really our problem,” he muttered, the tips of his ears burning red, as Grantaire crossed and recrossed his legs, studiously avoiding looking at him.

Cosette just nodded again, scribbling a note on her pad of paper. “On a scale of one to ten, how satisfied would you each say you are with your sex life?”

For the first time all session, Enjolras and Grantaire glanced at each other. “Eight,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire looked back at Cosette.

“Wait, is ten the best or is one the best? Like is ten mind-blowing sex every day, and one is bad missionary once every six months, or—?”

“Just answer instinctively,” Cosette said.

Grantaire jerked a nod, looking back at Enjolras. “Ok. Ready?”

“Ready,” Enjolras said.

They both looked at Cosette and said in perfect unison, “Eight.”

Cosette jotted down another note. “And how often do you say ‘I love you’?”

The question was met with a stunned sort of silence. Then, Enjolras leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “I don’t understand the question.”

“Yeah, I’m lost,” Grantaire added quickly. “Is this a one to ten thing?”

“It’s really not,” Cosette said, circling something in her notes. “But how about I make this easier: do you love each other?”

Again, silence.

Cosette let it linger for as long as she personally felt comfortable with before clearing her throat. “Maybe we should back up even further,” she said, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourselves, like what you do for a living? Sometimes that can be a sore spot between couples.”

Enjolras looked visibly relieved at the change in subjects. “Oh, well, I’m involved in local politics—”

Grantaire snorted derisively. “I think she meant, like, your job.” He glanced at Cosette. “Which is a sore spot, because he doesn’t have one.”

A muscle worked in Enjolras’s cheek. “We’re very fortunate to not need a second income, which allows me to focus on things that matter,” he said, something warning in his tone. “And I don’t know that I’d consider photography a real job, anyway.”

“Is that what you do?” Cosette asked Grantaire, ignoring the murderous look he had just shot Enjolras. “Photography?”

“Yeah,” Grantaire said gruffly. “I used to be a wildlife photographer. Traveled all over: Sub-Saharan Africa, the Middle East, the Korean Peninsula, Siberia—”

Cosette cocked her head. “I wouldn’t think there’d be a lot of wildlife in Siberia,” she remarked.

Something shifted in Grantaire’s expression. “You’d be surprised,” he said before clearing his throat. “Anyway, now I mostly do, like, weddings, senior portraits, stuff like that.”

“I’m sensing that you’re not particularly enthusiastic about the type of photography you’re currently doing.”

Grantaire jerked a shrug. “It’s fine. It’s steady. It’s – well, I mean, it doesn’t quite compare to traveling the world, but…”

He trailed off and Enjolras shifted impatiently in his seat. “But we both agreed that we can do a lot of good right here in this community, right, honey?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Grantaire said, saccharine sweet. “Of course, if it weren’t for traveling, we never would have met, so…”

“Oh, where did the two of you meet?” Cosette asked.

“East Africa,” Enjolras and Grantaire said, again in unison.

Cosette nodded. “Were you on vacation?”

“Something like that.”

Three Years Ago

Enjolras wasn’t naïve about what he looked like, so the fact that he managed to slip unnoticed through the crowded market in Bujumbura spoke to how much effort he’d put into learning how to blend in. It was a necessary survival skill, after all, given his line of work.

It was also a skill put to the test when he overheard a snippet of conversation between two men in police uniforms patrolling the outskirts of the market, and more specifically, the name General Lamarque. Enjolras’s step slowed, and he lingered longer than was wise to overhear what they were saying next, hopeful that it would be about the continued rumblings of revolution that Lamarque was stirring in the former capital city.

Instead, what he heard next made his blood run cold.

“Le Général Lamarque est mort.”

And then: “Assassinat.”

Enjolras was immediately aware that these two were not the only police in the market, and that the police he saw were much more heavily armed than usual. And scanning the crowd as if looking for someone.

He backed away quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he rapidly thought through every exit strategy he had developed over the past few weeks living in Burundi. But he hadn’t thought that this would happen, at least not this early on, so the vast majority of them wouldn’t work, especially if the police were looking for anyone they could reasonably accuse of being involved.

Like anyone foreign, and traveling alone.

He couldn’t do anything about the former, but he could try to figure something out for the latter.

Plan decided on, he turned on heel and strode back in the direction of city centre and the few hotels in the area, hoping he could find someone friendly. It wasn’t exactly a tourist-heavy part of the world, but there were bound to be a few NGO workers who wouldn’t have been evacuated yet.

He managed to make it inside a hotel lobby before he was stopped by two men in paramilitary uniforms who spoke to him in rapid French. Enjolras only half-listened, looking over their shoulders into the bar he could just see, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he locked eyes with a dark-haired man sitting by himself at the bar.

Not that Enjolras particularly cared at the moment, but the man wasn’t much to look at, though judging by the way his shirt tightened across his chest as he moved, he was well-muscled, and that mattered far more given everything. “Cet homme là,” he said, interrupting the man speaking. “C’est mon ami.”

He didn’t wait to hear what they said, just brushing past them and making a beeline for the man in the bar, who smiled when he approached. “I was wondering when you’d be back,” he said, with a kind of warm familiarity that Enjolras wouldn’t have appreciated under any other circumstance. “I was beginning to think I was going to spend the evening drinking by myself.”

“You’re traveling together?” one of the military officials asked sharply.

“Of course,” the man said, as if it was obvious, and Enjolras thanked whatever higher power might exist that he was rolling with it. “Do you need to see our visas, or…?”

A sudden burst of gunfire came from the street, and the officials exchanged glances. “You should get to your embassy,” one said shortly before they both hurried outside, leaving Enjolras alone with the man who just might have saved his life, or at the very least, kept him out of a Burundi prison cell.

“I hope you don’t think that was, uh, forward of me,” the man said, almost a little sheepishly. “Only the bartender just told me that someone was assassinated and the military police are looking for anyone traveling alone, and then I saw you, and, well, you looked a little desperate, so I just figured—”

“You figured correctly,” Enjolras said, cutting off the man’s ramble. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of more gunfire. “And while I thank you for your assistance, we should get out of here.”

The man nodded and turned back to the bar, grabbing whatever he’d been drinking it and downing it in a single gulp. “To the embassy?” he asked. Enjolras hesitated, because of course he had absolutely no way of explaining that going to any embassy was as dangerous for him as staying put, but thankfully, the man then offered, “Or I have a connection that was going to take me to Kenya tomorrow anyway, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind an extra passenger.”

“Are you sure?” Enjolras asked, surprised.

The man shrugged. “He owes me a favor,” he said breezily. “Or ten.” He looked at Enjolras expectantly. “So what do you say?”

Enjolras shrugged as well. “It’s as good a plan as any,” he said, aiming to match the man’s breezy tone.

The man laughed. “Not exactly brimming with enthusiasm, but I’ll take it.” He held his hand out for Enjolras to shake. “My name is Grantaire.”

“Enjolras,” Enjolras said, shaking his hand, but before he could say anything more, there was the sound of a distant explosion. “How would your connection feel about moving our trip up to today?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Grantaire said. “I need to grab my bag from upstairs. Do you…?”

“No,” Enjolras said, thinking of his clothes, forged passport and array of weaponry currently stashed in what had been General Lamarque’s camp outside the city. “No, I never travel with anything I can’t afford to leave behind.”

Grantaire smiled at him. “Well,” he said, “just as long as that doesn’t include me.”

Enjolras laughed as well. “Don’t worry,” he said, and it was only after Grantaire had left for his hotel room that Enjolras added, “it absolutely does.”

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Three nights later, Enjolras slipped out from under Grantaire’s arm still draped across his waist and held his breath when the other man shifted in his sleep. But Grantaire didn’t stir and Enjolras breathed a sigh of relief before standing and heading over to his bag to grab his satellite phone. He glanced at Grantaire before stepping out onto the balcony, closing the door softly behind him.

Then he called Combeferre.

“Thank God you’re alive,” Combeferre said by way of greeting, and Enjolras half-smiled as he leaned down to rest his elbows on the balcony railing.

“Alive, and made it to Nairobi,” he reported. “Wish I could say the same about Lamarque.”

Combeferre sighed. “I know. It’s a tough loss.”

“Tough?” Enjolras repeated. “It’s going to set back progress in the region by at least a decade.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve got bigger problems than that,” Combeferre said, a little grimly.

“Like what?”

Combeferre cleared his throat. “The Burundi government evidently recovered some of your personal effects, and after connecting your most recent alias to some of your other ones, well…let’s just say you’re being blamed for the assassination. Meaning you’re also now on every terrorist watchlist in the world.” Enjolras had expected as much, not that it made it easier to hear. “Speaking of which, how did you make it all the way to Kenya on your own?”

Enjolras glanced back over his shoulder to make sure Grantaire was still sleeping. “I’m not on my own.”

“You – what?”

This was the part of the conversation that Enjolras had been dreading most. “I met someone,” he said, and when Combeferre was silent, he added, “His name is Grantaire. He’s an American, a wildlife photographer, and he used his connections to get us both out of there.”

“And then you immediately abandoned him in Nairobi, right?” Combeferre asked, and Enjolras could just picture him pinching the bridge of his nose.

Enjolras traced a finger along the balcony railing as he hedged, “Define abandoned.”

“Enjolras.”

“He’s very nice,” Enjolras assured him. “And he thinks he just saved my life.”

“Courfeyrac and I wouldn’t have let—”

“You know that, and I know that, but…”

“But what?” Combeferre demanded, exasperated. “Enjolras, you can’t just sleep with a random American you met in a war zone without us thoroughly vetting him!”

Enjolras made a face. “Tell that to Courfeyrac,” he muttered.

He could practically hear Combeferre roll his eyes. “Courfeyrac doesn’t exactly have the same international profile that you do. And this guy could be CIA, he could be INTERPOL—”

“Or he could be my ticket out of here.”

Combeferre was silent for a moment before asking warily, “What do you mean?”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “I mean, it’ll be, what, three to five years before the heat dies down enough that I can get back to work, right?”

“At least.”

Enjolras nodded. “So I’ll spend the next three to five years with Grantaire,” he said, looking over his shoulder again before telling Combeferre, “He asked me to marry him.”

“He – what?” Combeferre said weakly. “It’s been three days!”

That had more or less been Enjolras’s reaction, though he at least had the benefit of seeing how amazing the sex was before Grantaire asked him the world’s dumbest question. But while Enjolras had demurred at the time, he had also been thinking about it. And now he needed Combeferre on his side. “What can I say, almost dying together has a tendency to accelerate the timeline.”

“Enjolras,” Combeferre said, with the kind of patience a parent used on a misbehaving child, “you can’t marry him.”

Enjolras shrugged. “After a thorough background check, I don’t see why not—”

“Because you are wanted by INTERPOL, the FBI, the CIA, Mossad, Hezbollah, the Russian SVR, NYPD, LAPD, and the Cook County Assessor’s Office for $5,000 in back owed property taxes!”

Combeferre practically shouted the last bit, and Enjolras cocked his head. “I’m pretty sure Courfeyrac added that last one to my file as a joke,” he said mildly, “seeing as how it’s the plot of the Blues Brothers.”

“That’s not the point—”

“No, the point is, I need to lie low until the heat from any and all of those dies down,” Enjolras said, with conviction. “And the sane thing to do is to flee to a non-extradition island somewhere and wait it out.”

“Exactly, the sane thing—”

“And the predictable thing.” Combeferre fell silent and Enjolras paused before asking, “Can you honestly tell me that you think the CIA is going to come looking for me in a suburb in middle America? Let alone Mossad, or the SVR?”

Combeferre sighed, and Enjolras knew he had already won. “I think we can safely assume that the CIA is going to come looking for you wherever they pick up your trail.”

“Then we’ll do whatever we can to make sure I don’t leave one.” Enjolras half-smiled. “Come on, you have to admit, of all the asinine plans we’ve made, this one actually might work.”

“Maybe.” It was Combeferre’s turn to pause, and Enjolras knew he was readying his most convincing argument. “But what happens to Grantaire after three to five years?” Enjolras was silent, and Combeferre sighed again. “I have always supported you, and I’m not going to stop now, but this is a mistake.”

Enjolras shook his head. “I don’t think it is. Combeferre, you know me. You know that I’m not…sentimental. But Grantaire…” He trailed off and shook his head again. “He’s different. No questions, no demands, it’s like he already knows the truth about me and doesn’t care.”

“Then it’s even more of a mistake,” Combeferre said heavily.

“Maybe,” Enjolras echoed. “But the worst that can happen could happen anywhere, with anyone. So why not?”

Combeferre was silent for so long that Enjolras almost checked to make sure the call didn’t drop. Then, reluctantly, he said, “I’ll talk to Courfeyrac. We’ll get started on the arrangements. Let me know when you’re back stateside.”

“Thank you,” Enjolras said softly. He hung up and turned the phone over in his hands, removing the SIM card with practiced fingers before casually dropping the phone off of the balcony.

And just in time, as moments later, Grantaire stepped out onto the balcony, yawning widely. “What are you doing up?” he asked sleepily, wrapping his arms around Enjolras waist from behind and dropping a kiss onto his bare shoulder.

Enjolras turned to face him. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said. “I was thinking about what you asked me.”

Hesitation flickered across Grantaire’s expression. “I know it’s only been a few days—”

“Yes.”

Grantaire blinked. “Yes – yes what?”

Enjolras smiled. “Yes, I will marry you.”

A grin spread slowly across Grantaire’s face. “Seriously?” he breathed, and when Enjolras nodded, he let out a whoop before pulling Enjolras close and kissing him. “You’re not going to regret this, I promise.”

“I know,” Enjolras told him, closing his eyes as Grantaire pulled him in again.

He’d had worse covers, after all.

And how bad could three to five years of marriage be?

>>Read Part 2>>

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #grantaire #enjolras #cosette #fanfiction #les miserables #mr and mrs smith au #spies and assassins and suchforth

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