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#🌠— fluff
stxneflxwers · 2 days
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daydreaming about a very sleepy reader with Dr. Ratio – he swears it doesn't matter what time of day he gets home, he sees you snoozing away on the living room sofa. he scowls a little the first few times – he wants your attention when he gets home like some sort of lost puppy. but those scowls fade into little smiles at how peaceful you look all splayed out on the sofa. he's happy at least one of you is getting enough rest and peace of mind.
when he came home today, he found you laying in your usual spot on the sofa – awake, but hardly cognizant. he sighs a little, today is the one day he wishes you were actually up and awake to greet him back home – he could really use it right now after such a frustrating day.
he strides over to you – footsteps dragging across the rug a little roughly from how tired he feels – and his eyes narrow into dangerous slits.
"you're a mess." he blurts out, crossing his arms.
"yeah?" you mumble, sounding like you were brushing him off.
after he rolls his eyes and before he can walk away, you grab his hand and mutter teasingly,
"but i'm your mess."
he sighs as he blushes, and then promptly throws a pillow at your face.
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solyxa · 10 months
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Bestfriend!Hobie
Bestfriend!Hobie who always sits next to you in Spidey Society meetings, sending a smile and a wink your way as he props his legs up on the table much to Miguel's dismay.
Bestfriend!Hobie who whispers to you during said meetings to talk shit about Miguel, relishing in each laugh and giggle he pulls from you with his words. "Bruv never stops with the 'multiverse in danger' bit. Never seen an arse tight as his, you feel me?" Miguel shoots him a dirty look, but he barely even notices because he's too busy watching as you fight to hide your smile behind your hand.
Bestfriend!Hobie who smirks to himself when he sees how you perk up after getting partnered with him for a mission, ignoring the bout of butterflies he feels himself.
Bestfriend!Hobie who always takes a moment to compliment you after going on a mission with you. "You were brilliant out there, I was gobsmacked just watchin' you, really!" He can't help but feel warm at the way you blush and get flustered under his praise.
Bestfriend!Hobie who comes to your universe unannounced just to hang out with you, not that it's an issue since he's always welcome in your eyes.
Bestfriend!Hobie who brushes off the way his heartbeat quickens when you sit close to him during your little movie night, leaning your head on his shoulder as you get comfortable. He decides the fact that he can't stop smiling is nothing but a coincidence.
Bestfriend?Hobie who ends up being way more interesting to you than the movie as you find yourself unable to look away from him as the light from the screen reflects in his brown eyes.
Bestfriend?Hobie who smiles down at you, watching you look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. "Somethin' on my face, luv?" He says it casually, as if that word alone isn't enough for you to lose all sense and... DefinitelyNotJustAFriend!Hobie who's lips you can't take your eyes off of, but you notice you're not the only one as he looks down at you with lidded eyes. As he moves his hand to cradle the back of your head, you lean in until your lips finally meet. You move your mouth against his as the kiss deepens.
Boyfriend!Hobie who smiles as you break the kiss, his eyes sparkling in a way you've never seen before. "You've no clue how long I've wanted to do that, darling." You lean into his touch as he caresses your cheek, feeling happy and relieved because deep down you've always known, you were way more than friends.
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meowkn · 2 months
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Nanami Kento who didn’t believe in love until he met you, he was so deep into his work that he didn’t believe another human could matter. Until you came in with a laugh like honey and eyes that were big and bright and never seemed to stop shining. Nanami knew that love had to exist, because you were so full of it and he knew he wanted to fill you with more.
Nanami Kento who spent his lunch breaks with you because he wouldn’t dare spend a full nine hours without seeing your smile.
Nanami Kento who smiles a little more everyday because he now has you.
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kunishiros · 19 days
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love with scaramouche, can be considered quite a strange one. it is complex, heavy, yet at the same time so heartfelt.
maintaining a relationship with him couldn't be called easy. things always felt heated in a way or another, as if the sudden thickness of the air formed a barrier between the two of you whenever you're together. behind every hungry and bittersweet kiss, was just a sense of desperation for an assurance, some sort of confirmation from you that only he has the privilege to have you in his arms.
it's true that his possessiveness can get quite frustrating sometimes, but can you blame him? the "heartless" puppet has had multiple losses of the few people he cherished. he has long forgotten, if not never knew how to love properly. even his gaze and touch was so fiery, and that flame came from no other than his heart, which at this point had become your possession.
it wasn't uncommon for him to question your faithfulness, still hesitating to place his full trust in you. but then he let his guard down just a little and suddenly it feels like you can see right through him, as if he was transparent. his hidden innocence, his love for you that was so true and pure. it was something so deep that not only caught you by surprise, but overwhelms himself as well. which was the main cause of why he tries to hide it from you; because to rely on someone else is a form of weakness. but as much as he hated it, he needed you. you were the only one that could provide a source of such sincerity and trust towards the harbinger, when no one else would.
the way he sinks into your embrace, taking in the warmth and love that radiates from your body. it was a gesture that at first would get him trembling and his breath labored ever so slightly. the puppet had never experienced such an immense amount of love that was so sincere. yet over time, your patience won him over, and so did the hesitation to show his true self around you falter.
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note: fatui scara, not wanderer. first official writing post, how we feeling?
© kunishiros 2024 — do not copy, modify, translate and repost my works on other platforms. #reyscara canon btw!!
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ohbabydollie · 1 month
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dollie i know you said no more schlatt but you're my fav schlatt writer and the only person i'd trust with this idea🫣
cheesy christmas cards/photoshoots with schlatt and the cats, with the tacky costumes and everything, the cliche poses, just funny cringe stuff. it becomes sort of an inside joke, and a yearly tradition, and it continues even after you guys have kids, putting them in the silly matching costumes
that is all, living for your ted era, because i'm obsessed with him too
-all my love, 🌠
*sigh* even when i came close to quitting he still haunts me /j
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schlatt has everything planned out, from the theme of the christmas card to the outfits. schlatt hires a professional photographer to take the photos of you and the cats.
he spends a good two hours getting the tiny custom made sweaters onto jambo and [redacted] and trying to get them to keep it on for the photo. tiny cat santa hats, he goes all the way for these photos.
he even makes you do your hair in a 80’s poofy, curly, over sprayed style with the ugliest sweater you have ever laid your eyes on to match. schlatt is dressed to match you and is stoked to take the photos.
he wears his glasses and sits in a chair so you can put your hands on his shoulder and lean on him in that christmas card pose. he holds the cats as they start to try and take off their sweaters and he makes sure to pick out the worst possible photo out of all of them.
one where you’re not looking at the camera as [redacted] starts to hiss, jambo is getting ready to jump off his lap and schlatt is giving the biggest, psychotic smile known to man to the camera as the chaos starts around him.
he loves that picture and reposts it every single Christmas alongside the other pictures that show the chaos unfolding.
with kids it only gets better (or worse depending on how you see it), he picks the theme based on the classics from how the grinch stole christmas to a christmas story. they’re often the worst and best photos people have ever seen.
from your baby’s first christmas, schlatt dressed as the grinch, you as martha may and your poor little cindy lou who sobbing her eyes out as her dad holds her on her lap
all the way to their teenage years, your oldest dressed in ralph’s bunny onesie, youngest in a thick red coat with a scarf barely letting them peak through to look at the camera, you holding a turkey about to fall out of the tray and you husband holding that damn leg lamp.
he loves looking back on the photos from your first christmas together to the most recent, he puts them up as soon as thanksgiving is over and doesn’t take them down until after new years. he absolutely loves the stupid photos no matter how cringey they may look, he always finds a way to make them worse every year and sends them out to his friends just in time for the beginning of the christmas season
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oracleofstars · 23 days
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✦ 3VOLS : ISSUE 1, RAFAYEL
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Featuring @maimochies, a well known Love & Deepspace author, as the spotlight creator!
IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?
This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character)
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MAIMOCHIES. WHO IS SHE?
mai is a rafayel enjoyer and a love & deepspace author! she has been writing in her corner of the internet with the pretty rafayel themed blog. have you seen her around? well, we have interviewed her recently with 4 simple questions. let's get to know mai better!
what got you into making love&deepspace content? are there any creators who inspired you to do so?
mai : funny enough ages ago when the first demo trailer came out for love and deepspace I didn't even know about it!! I happened to stumble upon a short clip of zayne and saved the video on a whim because he was attractive >·< then, as fate would have it, the game's official trailer popped up on my fyp and I got hooked, downloaded the game and haven't looked back since <333 l&ds is still new to the tumblr scene but I absolutely adore my mutuals' takes and fics on the boys!!
as a rafayel fan—what is your favorite headcannon of him? this can be your own or others
mai : hmmm… I think my favorite headcanon about rafayel is that he secretly cares a lot more than he lets on. lingers outside your apartment to make sure you've gotten home safe, always sending you a goodnight and good morning text, oh so conveniently shows up with a warm ready made meal when he knows you're having a particularly hard day, he cares deeply but he's scared of showing it.
if you could describe your favorite character with 5 words, what would it be?
mai : a gift from the stars
how is your time in oracle of stars so far?
so much fun!! it's such an honor to be part of such a loving and positive community. while I'm not as active as I would like to be I can see the effort that goes into the network and the server, from the graphics to the events. it's such a special place for l&ds creators to come together and uplift each other
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RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK
welcome to the rafayel masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to our creators as well <3
l&ds boys crushing on you - @ maimochies
affectionate headcanons - @ maimochies
how the l&ds boys kiss - @ maimochies
sing with me? - @ sevvynth
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. - @ jqnehr
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - @ jqnehr
birthday celebration - @ lovexdeepspace
l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace
JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY! - @ rafyne
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MESSAGES I CANT SEND : DEAR RAFAYEL
recently we had a 3VOLS related event entitled DEAR RAFAYEL, where we send out a prompt every 7 days and you have the choice to use whichever one you wanted.
POST MASTERLIST
dear rafayel ( prompt day 1 ) - @ rafyne
dear rafayel ( prompt day 3 ) - @ sweetheartsaku
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WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?
its april 5, that means our applications are open until april 10. come join us in the discord & the network. this first issue is finally done, thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!
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Gaz : Y’know..
Gaz : I really really really like your existence and you as a person and I think we should be more than just friends. So we could spend more time together. ☺️👉👈
Y/N, dead brain cells slowly working : . . .
Y/N : Are you… saying… we should be…
Soap, watching in the corner with anticipation :
Y/N : ✨OMEGA BEST FRIENDS✨
Gaz, hands in the air : HELL YEAH‼️
Soap : Are you fucking kidding me
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mitsuyaya · 11 months
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[ absolutely smitten ] bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, mikage reo x gn! reader
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contains: 383 words. fluff, just the boys having a crush on someone, lowercase intended, unedited
summary: how would the bllk boys (some of em) act when they have a crush.
end note: i told ya’ll that i have a lot of crush moments 🤣. part 2 of this but blue lock version hehe
blue lock masterlist
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bachira meguru
bachira posts a lot on social media, especially on facebook. he shares posts about his crush—anything that could hint about you, your interest or anything you did during the day. he's fully aware that everyone can see his post, his teammates had already told him that it's annoying to see his name popped up in their news feed. but he doesn't care not when the person he likes doesn't react nor leave a comment on his shared posts.
but that was until, he received a notification from one post that he shared, something that made bachira malfunction: “panalo ka talaga kapag di ka crush ng crush mo” (translation: you win if your crush doesn't like you back) in which you commented “i just told you i like you too wdym?”
isagi yoichi
isagi smiles a lot whenever he would see you, he couldn't help the corner of his lips curving into a smile, it's like his body's natural response whenever he sees your face. you assumed that's just his friendly greeting so you never mind, you would even smile back at him.
he's been teased about it a couple of times, how he would instantly smile whenever he sees your figure—just like that one time where he wasn't in the mood and his friends tried to lift his spirits but the moment you walked in, it's like his switch was flipped, like he wasn't down a few seconds ago.
in isagi’s defense, it wasn't his fault that he's like this, it's because of you, how you always look so cute that sometimes isagi could feel his cheeks and lips about to tear from smiling too much.
mikage reo
reo stalks you on social media, it gets to the point that he has already sent friend requests to your friends, parents, siblings and even relatives. it even takes him just a day just to find your adorable childhood pictures; your graduation picture in elementary, your family reunion when you were 15, your old performance video for school—he hearts those posts.
but the most embarrassing part is that he accidentally likes your post from 4 years ago, he could feel himself trembling, breath quickening from nervousness and humiliation. what made him more nervous is the loud ping of his phone, a message that says: “so you're stalking me huh?”
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eitaababe · 1 year
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[ in the works 💭 / . . . jake fic ! ]
— requests are currently closed.
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❝ . . . 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻. ❞
[ neteyam ; who's the mighty warrior ? ]
stars in your eyes. (part two) (part three)
↳ ❝ The young boy hummed in agreement. He wouldn't have known any better though, because while you were staring at the stars and their reflections, his attention was elsewhere. ❞
how stupid.
↳ ❝ Regardless of everyone telling you how Neteyam felt, you didn't believe it. It was hard to grasp, really. Neteyam was, well, Neteyam, and you were just you. Friends. That's all you would be. And you were okay with that. ❞
someone else.
↳ ❝ You are kind, sweet, loyal, and have been nothing but the best for me. I took that for granted, so when I saw you enjoying the company of another, it pissed me off. I cannot stand the thought of you being with someone who isn't me. ❞
that's my girl.
↳ ❝ Eyes following him, Neteyam waited until he was out of earshot to speak. "What a skxawng," he pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head. "Thinking he could steal my girl." ❞
your hand.
↳ ❝ You grinned, nodding your head. "I would love that." You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down. Honestly, you preferred being alone when talking to the creatures, but for some reason, you liked having Neteyam around. ❞
take your time.
↳ ❝ Have you seen the way you two look at each other? It's like you're in love. No one who is just friends looks at someone like that. ❞
somebody else.
↳ ❝ You've always been best friends with neteyam, even after you broke up. and there's never been any trouble between the two of you, until someone else catches your eye.❞
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[ lo'ak ; outcast, that's all they see ! ]
get it now.
↳ ❝ "Congratulations, you held your breath for a couple minutes and grabbed a shell." You stated monotonously, but even if you wouldn't admit it, the proud grin on your face was unmistakable, and Lo'ak didn't miss it. He watched as you swam back to shore, the sight of your smile engraved in his mind for the rest of the day. ❞
that's my girl.
↳ ❝ "Y'know, having five fingers really has it's perks. you can hold more things, you have a better grip. oh! and you even have an extra finger for this." he smiled, flipping the taller boy off. ❞
good riddance.
↳ ❝ when you first meet lo'ak, you were skeptical about him. and as you get to know him more, you can't help but wonder, should you have trusted your gut? ❞
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[ ao'nung ; maybe good at swimming through trees . . . ]
kiss it better.
↳ ❝ What the two of you didn't notice, however, was that the boy heard the two of you talking, heart slightly sinking. Could you really not tell how he felt? ❞
somebody else.
↳ ❝ You've always been best friends with neteyam, even after you broke up. and there's never been any trouble between the two of you, until someone else catches your eye.❞
even if it's a lie. (somebody else spin-off!)
↳ ❝ After ao'nung is left behind as a second choice, his friends decide he's in need of a major pickup. The only problem? It's you. ❞
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[ rotxo ; is that supposed to be a tail ? ]
always been you.
↳ ❝ "YOU!" You finally confessed, feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. "You are my problem, Rotxo. My problem is that I have been hopelessly pining over you, but I'm a coward and you're just oblivious. So I'm sorry for no-" ❞
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[ jake sully ; i dissected a frog once . . . ]
movie i've seen before.
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stxneflxwers · 5 months
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kisses for you. kisses for me.
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⋯⁂ summary. what it's like kissing him.
⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. i just refuse to write professionally now lmao. im so lazy fr. (note: if someone hops into my comment talking about how freminet is "just a child", he's literally described as a young man in his official introduction.)
⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. freminet. gn reader.
⋯⁂ cw. fluff. physical affection (kissing).
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zhongli.
◈ soft and silky, his lips are well taken care of. and with how one of his warm hands grabs your chin to tilt your head just right leaves your knees weak. and he knows all too well the effects he has on you, but he tries to put those thoughts out of his mind. his little bits of insecurity can leak through occasionally, manifesting in the form of him asking you if he kisses "okay enough for you." and you'll reassure him every time—until he's convinced.
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neuvillette.
⚜ velvety and a little damp, he drinks way too much water for any regular human. he's more than a bit nervous to kiss you every time you two do kiss. you almost always have to initiate kisses—whether they're surprise ones or you straight up ask him, he'll blink in bewilderment. he's never going to adjust to the act, is he? well, that's too bad...for him. you're going to cover his whole face in adoring pecks. and he'll return that favor...one day, at least.
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alhaitham.
🖊 feather-light and a little chapped, he's quick and to the point (usually.) he doesn't linger too long on giving kisses, lest his heart-rate spikes. he loves your kisses, but he doesn't quite understand why it makes his heart skip beats and his face flushed. when you pass by and give him a quick kiss, he's frozen in place. these reactions are not something he expected of himself, he can say that much.
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freminet.
⛈ shaky and cracked, he forgets to take care of himself oftentimes. gets too flustered halfway through the kiss and breaks it off to cover his face, but you can still see how red the tips of his ears are. tear his hands away from his face to kiss him more and you'll surely break him. he stiffens while his eyes widen and dilate, but never does he complain once about getting blanketed in your love and affection. never.
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solyxa · 10 months
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Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer.
During shows, he always finds himself easing closer to you as he strums away on his guitar, throwing you glances and smiles whenever you do a particularly nice run. He always makes sure to find you backstage and tell you how great you did, throwing an arm around you as he sings your praises
"You blow me away every time we perform, honest! You're prolly the most talented of us geezers." The rest of the band had some opinions about that, but Hobie didn't really care as he kept gassing you up. When you compliment him back, he gives you a soft punch on the arm while brushing it off, saying he appreciates it but, "I've got nothing on you, luv."
At rehearsals, he has a great time changing the line and thinking of new things to try. You're always on board so you two come up with a lot of ideas for the group together. As you're going on about a new way to play a song, commanding the attention of the band, Hobie pays more attention than the rest as he can't help but notice how your eyes light up while you speak, and how he wants to be the one to make you light up that way.
When you two meet up one on one to practice, the air is charged as you sit on Hobie's couch together, talking about ways to switch up your next performance. Hobie is totally in his element as he's a pro at getting people's attention. He's talking animatedly about a new move for you to pull during the show, but you're more focused on how his beautiful brown eyes sparkle as he talks. The way that his wicks bounce with his movements, his full lips, and how much you wanna kiss them. So you do. You lay a hand on his shoulder before inching closer to him, angling your body so that your knees are just touching. He looks surprised and amused as you look up at him, "Damn, I always thought I'd be the one makin' a move on you, though can't say I'm upset it happened this way." He smirks as he wraps an arm around your waist and leans in towards you before catching your lips in a kiss. It's sweet and soft, you can feel him smiling against you as he gently caresses you. When he pulls away, you see the utterly smitten look on his face and get a feeling that things will be different from now on.
Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer WHILE dating him.
You always find yourselves near each other during shows. Whether you're back to back as he plays out a riff or sharing a passionate onstage kiss at the climax of the song, you two just find your way to each other. The rest of the band takes no issue with it because you both are amazing together, it's undeniable. The chemistry between you is electric, and that continues when you're backstage.
Backstage, you take every moment possible to steal a kiss before, after, or even in between shows. Pressed up against Hobie as he peppers you in kisses and showers you with compliments. "So pretty and talented... How'd I get so lucky, eh?" He's sure to never let you forget just how lucky and honored he feels that he gets to be with you. Kissing you is the last thing he does before a show and the first thing he does afterwards.
The energy between you during rehearsals is sweet and playful as you bounce ideas off of one another. "No, Hobie. We can't light the stage on fire." "And why not? When's there ever been creativity without risks, huh?" You have great fun busying yourselves with your little debate before getting to actually rehearsing for your next show.
And when you both finally get some one on one time, it's filled with shameless kisses and loving touches. Hobie all but pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you deeply, moving from kissing your neck, to your jawline, all the way to your lips as he whispers sweet words to you. "You're so beautiful, love. Y'know that? Can't believe I get to be wit' someone as pretty as you, really." When you get all shy from everything he's saying, he just laughs before busying himself with covering you in kisses again and you think to yourself how lucky you are, and how you wouldn't trade the world for your perfect punk boyfriend.
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2many-art · 2 months
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Morning.
September’s suggestion for Patreon 🖤
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kunishiros · 24 hours
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"you should stop consuming so much sweets," kuni scolded as he sat down across the cafe's table. "your teeth are gonna rot."
you ignored his comment, choosing to continue enjoying the baklava you had ordered a while ago instead. "oh, shut up. it's not like i eat them all the time." you replied as you took another serving of the dessert. "it's just a craving."
"a craving that you've been having a lot these days." he sighed. "are you developing a sweet tooth or something?" "so what if i am? it's not like i'm gonna force feed you to eat them too." you glared, scrunching your brows as you keep on munching, which your lover only responded with a roll of the eyes.
perhaps it's because of his hatred towards sweet food that he's acting this way, seemingly annoyed everytime you eat them. and yet, kuni can't help but stare as you take bites of the sweets. how your eyes lights up, or the way your lips curve into the slightest bit of a smile as you eat, a sign of how much you're enjoying the taste. it gives him a familiar flutter in his stomach.
"now i'm suddenly in the mood for some rose custard..." you said, having just finished a whole plate of baklava by yourself. he groaned in response, before calling out to a waiter. "you get me so well." you chuckled.
"as long as you're happy..." he scoffed, yet his words were of genuineness. perhaps, he'll show you his hidden ability of baking delicious pastries sometime soon. it will save a lot more money for both of you, after all.
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kindan-no-kanojo · 9 months
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Corrupted Diamonds
The present tale is a darker alternative to the known story of Aladdin (Disney’s version).  DDA Event: Once Upon Dreams And Nightmares by @bluebird-dolly-bride!
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"Corrupted Diamonds" as a darker reference to "A diamond in the rough" Warning: Depiction of a character's death. ↓↓Story and Full image below↓↓
Summary
Corrupted Diamonds
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Once upon a time, a poor, young boy wished to have it all. Surviving day by day while others would have everything they wished for only by asking for it, is an unfair way to live. The boy, determined to find a way out of that miserable life, wished upon stars and powerful entities for a better situation, for a life worth living, a way to show the world what he was made of... but nothing was as easy as they made it seem. When help arrived, Aladdin easily succumbed to the greed of his heart...
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In the depths of the Royal Palace, was a Princess. Princess Jasmine faced the duty of marrying an important member of society to make the legacy of the family prevail, although nothing she ever wanted seemed to matter. Her wishes and desires drowned in the greed of those above her, as though she was but another follower. One thousand nights romanticizing freedom weren't enough to reach it. Was it too much to ask, a voice, a love for her to choose, a chance to do what she was capable of doing...? Jasmine swore to the moon one last time before putting her heart aside…
How far would a hopeless soul go?
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I. Aladdin's side
Despair and hopelessness are enough to corrupt the most pure of hearts. 
Only surviving day by day wasn’t a good way to live. Aladdin knew that well, trapped in a routine of misery and uncertainty, risking his life just to have a little more food to hang on until the next day, then everything would repeat. He took pride in his adventurous soul that helped him grow a thick skin and the ability to do what it takes to survive, no matter the cost, but how long was he supposed to live amongst danger and mischief?
Every night he would isolate in his favorite hidden spot, up in a hill of limited reach, where his personal shelter resided. Friend of the crows, who deemed him trustworthy for his tendency to share with them whatever he could get his hands on; soon enough that soft spot for the dismal birds paid off, when the feathered companions started to bring a number of interesting things to the shelter, even the food they were witty enough to take.
Up there, hidden, he had an unfiltered view of the starry sky. All those stars knew about his secrets and desires that he could hardly tell anyone else. Wishes that lived deep within a heart that little by little, in face of the circle of hopelessness that never seemed to end, had begun to darken.
Aladdin has his eyes on a goal, in more ways than one: Aside from the stars he worshiped for their purity and glow, that view also included the Royal Palace. What wouldn’t he give for a luxurious life like that one? People loving him, working for him, giving him everything he wanted while he would finally get the peace he always sought and never met. It had to be so easy to live between luxuries while people like him had to risk their lives for another day under the stars…
It made him undeniably envious.
Wishing wasn’t enough, that was clear, but what to do? If he could marry the Princess of that palace, he would have everything he wanted in the blink of an eye. Not long ago, he heard the rumors in the streets. After some incident had taken place in the Palace, the Princess turned out to be unmarried…
“If only” was something he began to repeat more and more often. If only he had more tools, more chances, more... just more. The redhead Princess no only was very well-accommodated, but also had the most eye-catching looks he had ever seen. He stood no chance.
One day like it could have been any other, one of the crows found something particularly interesting. A weird-looking lamp was now in his possession. The bird found its shiny exterior very alluring, and decided to hide it from the public view, much like they all did with the immeasurable amount of shiny little treasures. 
The lamp, dusty and seemingly old, had a certain white glow. Aladdin’s curiosity got the best of him, but he also had to fight with his growing greed. Maybe it could be sold to begin his journey to a new life…?
But first, it needs a little cleaning…
II. Jasmine’s side
«Stay in your place, better seen and not heard…»
Jasmine’s life not only has become repetitive, but also humiliating. Living under the roof of the Palace as herself and as a puppet were not so different alternatives. Her Father took care of the Empire and Jasmine in equal measure. Despite her appreciation for the nurture, her sense of self was getting more and more lost whenever her words were cut off mid-sentence or her suggestions got lost in the wind. With her mother out of the picture, she had to marry someone in order to become Queen. Her Father would gladly give his position of power up to his daughter under that little yet enormous condition.
After becoming an adult, her entire life was being controlled by both her Father and the individual he chose for her to marry: A powerful sorcerer, under the name of Jaffar. 
A life where “no” and “yes” had the exact same meaning was not the life Jasmine wanted for herself. No matter the wealth surrounding her or the endless candidates wanting to take Jaffar’s place, her life had become hollow to the point where she only lived blankly, day by day.
Sitting at the balcony of her room like every night, she’d look up at the sky and find the moon shining back, above the people her family ruled for. How Jasmine wanted to be like the moon... beautiful despite being scarred and imperfect, its value never questioned. It could go out when it wanted, impress everyone without effort, show the parts of itself that shone the brightest, and no one would say a thing. They couldn’t, of course, the moon was unreachable… 
If only Jasmine was unreachable, like the moon, no one would be able to step on her so easily.
Days continued to pass by, the loveless marriage was on its course. She never said yes, she never said no, but it didn’t matter anymore. Even though she could respond when she was given the final question, would anyone listen? Would anyone ask…?
Under the moonlight that made her company on the warm night before the wedding, she made a promise:
“This is the last one.” 
The last order she’d ever accept, and the first and last with would agree to follow. The moon has been the one witness of the deterioration of Jasmine’s heart, but she knew that the moon itself had to get hit to get those imperfections that made her unique, worshiped and unreachable… So, she would give everyone the satisfaction of the alliance and would become Queen. Put her heart aside for a while and sacrifice her will in order to become like the moon in the only way she could find.
Thus, the Royal Wedding finally took place, and the entirety of the empire witnessed Jasmine’s determined “I do.” 
One day like it could have been any other, Jasmine and Jaffar had become the new Rulers. As it was tradition in Jaffar’s legacy, he would share his powers with his wife. He’d teach her the basics, the very basics, as his main interest was, clearly, not the woman by his side. Luckily enough, the sentiment was mutual.
During the honeymoon, Jasmine accidentally learned that her husband was not just any sorcerer, but his ultimate power was given by a genie; a powerful creature that would grant any wish to those who were lucky enough to have the chance to fulfill them. The newlywed had become as powerful as a genie, for the sake of fulfilling his own greedy desires, dragging Jasmine along, and manipulating her own Father to get his way with his hypnotic powers.
Many things fell into place thanks to some subordinate that spoke a little too much, but at least they agreed to provide information to the new Queen when she demanded to know about the man she had married. Nonetheless, something inside Jasmine shattered when it was made clear that his three wishes alongside his own magic were used so selfishly to get where he was now, no matter how many people he’d humiliate and step on in the way. Power, wealth, legacy… What was that? Envy? Jealousy? Wrath? Why was it so easy for some people to get what they wanted?
That night, the dark lamp connecting Jaffar to his powerful life essence fell in Jasmine’s hands. 
. . . . . .
In the dim lit room, her husband called for her to consummate their so-called love. The disgust of the redhead Queen was evident for a number of reasons.
“What love…?” Jasmine’s voice muttered, soft as ever, unheard as ever. A crescent moon shone through the window, the fireplace made the room warm. She did not make a move. In fact, she already did. 
“Come over,” the man invited, extending his hand, and Jasmine gave one single step forward as her slender arms crossed below her chest. Purple hues observed him in silence, a small portion of amusement was hidden underneath that expressionless face. Before her husband could utter another word, he was surprised by a sudden, violent cough.
Jaffar’s body tensed up, his expression contorted in seconds, and now his voice left not any order, but a shriek of unbearable pain. Jasmine watched how he confusedly agonized on the mattress, calling for help, demanding Jasmine to do something, to explain, to help, as she only blinked while her lips formed a smile.
“No,” her silky voice now echoed louder. The now King felt himself burning inside out while he was trying to get out of the bed and desperately reach for her, without any luck. After falling from the bed, only a few crawls in her direction were all he was able to perform. One last shout left his throat before he quieted down and collapsed, stiff, dead.
Silence. Jasmine felt a rush of something she couldn’t comprehend. She nudged Jaffar’s arm with her foot and received no response. He was really dead. She had succeeded. 
Only then, the Queen started laughing loudly for the first time in so many years.
In the meantime, the dark lamp would stay burning at the very back of the fireplace for another while, to make sure that greedy soul within the magic oil would burn in all kinds of Hell.
III. Corrupted Diamonds
Jasmine sat on the balcony like she would do every night, but it has been a while since the known hollow feeling was gone. She breathed in the dew-scented air surrounding the area and the people beneath her, living in the city under her control. No one seemed to miss her husband, and she cared little if they did. Whenever she was asked, the Queen affirmed that Jaffar had left something truly valuable for her to be able to move on after his mysterious and tragic death.
Her legs swung in the air, the dark lamp hung from her fingers. A relaxed sigh escaped her lips in the moonlit darkness when something peculiar caught her eye. Did someone just fly across the moon? 
It was too fast to catch, but now she could not ignore it. Again, there it is, but closer. This time, she followed the figure with her eyes. 
A man in white and golden Prince-like clothing approached in a flying... carpet?, but soon he stopped when their eyes met. He looked rather shocked, like he was doing something he was not supposed to. Given the circumstances, flying around Royal property on a carpet, no less, was enough reason to understand that it was something out of the ordinary. 
“Who are you?” Jasmine inquired, the frown on her face made her distrust palpable. As though it was taken as an invitation and not as a warning, the Prince flew closer instead.
“Good evening. I’m... your Prince,” he answered, cheeky. His hand proudly laid on his chest and his head was held high, almost too perfectly aligned with a Prince stereotype. Jasmine’s concern grew, another candidate? However, the act was off.
“You are late, sir,” her response, short and dry, triggered an over-exaggerated, bewildered whine. Despite having focused her eyes on the moon after her statement, that reaction quickly brought her attention back to the flying Prince, “...what’s the matter?” 
“...I’m sorry, Princess, what do you mean by ‘late’?” 
Jasmine chuckled.
“Well, what do you mean by ‘Princess’?” She looked into the so-called Prince’s eyes, whose confusion knew no limits, much to her amusement, “How come a Prince doesn’t know that the Princess he’s after has become Queen already…?”
“Queen—!?” The shock in the man’s voice finally made her laugh out loud. Not only was it funny how he only had the news her Father shared with citizens, but also it confirmed a short-lived suspicion.
“If you really were a Prince,” Jasmine started, tasting the awkwardness of the dark-haired man with exquisite care, “you might be part of a realm far away from here… far enough to not know about the news, yet not far enough to not know about me… maybe a realm living underground?” A pause, “...Seriously, now, how much did your costume cost?”
Jasmine’s eyes showed nothing but some odd joy, and perhaps that was what made the poor young man laugh along, “guilty as charged, huh… I should have known,” he scratched the back of his head, like a child who got caught red-handed, “I’m sorry, Princ— my Queen, I think I really took too long to get to you. Ahh, if you knew how hard it is to handle one of these...!” he floated around with the magic carpet, the crow that tagged along had to fly around on its own, away from him in the meantime. Shortly after, he faced the Queen once again, extending his hand towards her, “well... May I be of your service in some way to pay for this awkward inconvenience, my Queen?” 
“How charming…” instead of accepting his hand, she made a gesture with hers to attract him closer, “come here, let me take a better look at you… Meanwhile, would you tell me your name?” 
“Aladdin,” he introduced himself, seemingly relaxed, as if a big weight just got lifted off his shoulders. Jasmine lifted Aladdin’s face up, holding his chin rather tenderly as they made eye-contact. 
“Aladdin… why would you lie to me?” The girl questioned, almost disappointed, but there was some curiosity in the midst of her judgment, still. Her amethyst glance pierced into the male’s copper rose one, admiring how suddenly devoted he’s become.
How much of that devotion was real, and how much was due to a certain magic inheritance, it was hard to tell. 
“I’m… not lying to you,” Aladdin’s voice grew softer, in trance. The redhead rose a brow, quick to make clear that it was useless to keep the act up, and so he simply sighed in defeat, “okay, but this was the only way I could reach you…” 
“Reach me...?” Quite an interesting choice of words, the sharp sensation in her chest would confirm it. The lamp hanging from Jasmine’s finger made a subtle movement he was too lost to catch, or to care. A glowing gas-like content, almost invisible to the mortal eye, made its way out and merged within the air they breathed, soon materializing into a translucent ghost snake that coiled around the Queen’s shoulders before sliding down her arm to personally meet this new face. 
“Why are you here, Aladdin? What do you want?” 
“I want… everything,” there was no hesitation in his confession. A greedy soul, Jasmine acknowledged. A greedy soul that, unlike many others, was very upfront about it. Was it because of her position of power, or was there something else behind his true intentions? The snake licked the deceitful Prince’s chin, as he continued to be unaware of it.
“Everything... including the Queen?” 
Not quite to her surprise, Aladdin nodded. His crimson eyes had a strange glow added to them, matching the snake below him. Jasmine appreciated the honesty, although she could not let history repeat itself so easily.
“Cute...,” she admitted with interest, nonetheless, “if you really are willing to go to such unimaginable lengths for me, I believe I could waste a little more time on you…” Words were the only thing being wasted in the attempt to make him stay around for long enough. Her hand now stroked his hair as the ghost snake got a sign of approval to coil around him, instead.
“You will tell me who gave you these fancy things, yes? Don’t dare try to lie to me again, you won’t like what could happen, dear Aladdin.”
How grateful she was for having inherited Jaffar’s powers in moments like these… should she have disposed of the magical burnt oil inside his lamp, perhaps her charm would have been less effective. It was early to tell if there was more of the current Queen Sorceress that this young man found himself interested in, but there was no rush.
For now, a girl was eager to know how someone like him was able to reach what was meant to be unreachable with such ease. Maybe she had a thing or two to learn from this greedy Prince... Would he reach her heart just as easily, or will the wealthy temptations corrupt what’s left of him?
It wasn’t like Jasmine was afraid to use the powers she had inherited if the situation called for it, after all. Perhaps, soon enough, she would test Aladdin’s loyalty without any hypnotic snake...
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Y/N, let out a defeated sigh : The days have been so dark lately, I need some sunshine in my life.
Gaz, sits next to them : Looks like some is expected in your forecast.
Y/N, turns to look at him : Just in my forecast?
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