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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year

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WOOO HOOO IM ANOTHER YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH AHAHAHAH.

So I’m honor of me being that fun age of ✨27✨

Just spice posts all day.

Starting with the ending storyline for Club 27- Birthday Drabble I started last year.

🌟💀The New Queen of Solar Dead 💀🌟

Enjoy guys thanks for sticking it out with this page. And yeah final warning this is a

🌶️🔥spice🔥🌶️ post

Heavy panting filled the sweltering throne room. The flames that lit the room were burning low just enough light to where you could make out his outlines. His body was built like that of a gold medal olympian. He was currently working out your insides. The muscles that were getting the most defined concentration were his broad arms that held you in place while his hips ceased flogging you from the back.

You were happy that he stopped driving himself into you. Ever since he introduced himself he immediately jumped into raw dogging you. It felt like an eternity already….and Alfred was only just getting started. Your eyes swept over the cobblestone floor hoping and praying that this ruthless dungeon was a reality you wouldn’t have to stay in. You knew this couldn’t be real. It had to be a bad dream. It just has to be!

You jerk your arms like a feral cat trying to flee captivity. To no avail your plan failed as Alfred grip held you down tight. His fingernails dug into your forearms. It caused a few thread-like scratches that drew out some blood.

“AH! STOP!” You shout out.

It was the first time you’d spoken in a while. You quickly found out that no matter how fearsome your pleas were to beg him to stop, he wouldn’t. Why would he, he was the King of Hell. He was going to do with you as he pleased. He lets out an amused chuckle and then proceeds to thrust once more into your backside.

You let out a short squeak.

He rolls his head back and lets his hands grip you tighter. Being able to control you was ecstasy. He felt the thick sexually charged air and his body was doing its best to hold back his fervor. He inhaled deeply and allowed the oxygen to fill his lungs and his chiseled abs. It was all preparation for his final move. Every muscle in his body clenched as if trying to continue to hold onto a plank position for those last few moments before you reached goal. He swiftly pulled himself out from behind and spun you around so your eyes could meet his.

All you could make out from the dim firefly glow was the lining of his lips that showcased his hungry teeth and his brightly lit red eyes that were still famished. Both desired more. So seconds, thirds, and so on would be served until stuffed.

“Hey, babe.” He purrs out to you as if the two of you were nothing more than sweet lovers.

You simply glare at him. You hated him for killing you and bringing you here just for his own amusement. Your breaths were deep and concentrated in your core like scorching magma. You wanted to fight back. You try once more to wriggle free from his tight wedding ring like grasp he had on your forearms.

Aroused and amused that you think you had any chance of breaking free he tries to ease your sorrows by drawing you in with a love drunken kiss. It reeked of longing and pent-up sexual frustration… That seemed to have been spanning a lifetime. Your hands flew for his face and you managed to get his suction cup off but only for a moment.

This angered him.

He snapped his fingers and a heated iron contraption came from the floor. It spread your legs out wide and kept them open. Metal cuffs rubbed against your upper thighs and heated them up causing sweat to glaze over your legs like a freshly buttered bread. More appetizing to the King you now found yourself eternally bound to.

He intertwined his massive calloused hands and encased your smaller ones between his giant roots from a tree settling in. He looks down on you with lustful eyes and all you could do was let out a low whimper. He kissed you on the lips again gently this time. Then whispered to them.

“I’m your King now. And I’m going to have to show you your place, my Queen.”

He hoisted you up to the searing chains that ate away at your soft skin. You let out a loud scream in agony. His desire in his cock stands at attention once more. Desire that thrived off of schadenfreude. He roughly grabbed your waist so he could hold you in place. He rubbed the tip at your entrance to run all of your senses into hundreds of brick walls.

Pleasure and pain are quite a powerful and intoxicating mix.

He began to suck at the skin on your stomach and worked his way up to your soft and supple breasts that were quaking from all of the thrashing movements. He allowed one of his hands to roam up and grope one of your mounds. You tried to yank your leg up to deliver a swift kick but the chains kept you in place. He attached his lips to the other and ran his tongue over your nipple. He pauses for a brief moment and tries not to let his aching dick release just yet. Another deep breath fills his broad chest preparing itself for its next powerful battle tactic. His teeth sink mildly into your breast and you let out a thundering yell that could probably be heard all throughout hell.

Confusion and pain flooded all of your senses, your arms felt like they were melting off and you. Only hints of pleasure popped into your brain in only momentary bursts. The pain was so intense if you could die again just to avoid it you would.

“Please….” you plead in a quivering voice.

His red eyes flicker up to meet yours as he detached himself from your chest. A lightning bolt struck your stomach and made you nervous. A grin spread wide on his face that you didn’t need a lot of light to see because of the amount of mischief that radiated from his lips. The rest of his body was ablaze with lust.

His member jolted against your entrance with a little pre-release. You wanted to slam your legs closed but simply stiffened your muscles in a feeble attempt to stop the incoming blow. The hot rod forced its way in forcing itself into your wet cavern that was writing in pain and pleasure. A disastrous mix that left you breathless.

“Ah….please …. stop ….” You say when you manage to get just enough air into your tired lungs.

Your words fell on deaf ears. He plunged himself into you to your hilt and held you there making you teeter on his cock between opposing sensations that were anxious to consume you.

He kisses your cheek gently and he commands you to shout his name when he resumes his trusting.

“If you can do that my Queen I’ll un-schalke you.” You let out a nod as you finally realized that tears had been streaming down your face.

You whimper out a weak okay.

He brings a hand to your chin and brings you into a French kiss. His tongue wrapped tightly around yours. You feel your arms suddenly fall back down only to collapse on his brawny shoulders. They cling to him for support.

He parts from the kiss he revs himself up and begins to thrust.

“Sing my name y/n! Sing it so loudly the screams of pleasure make it all the way to the ears of heaven!”

A moan at first was all you could manage. But you think of how things could be worse if you didn’t sing for him like a morning bird hyped up on caffeine.

“Ahh…Ahh.. Alfred!” You blurt out in a huff.

“Louder my Queen, that was a little pathetic.”

“ALFRED! AH! AH! !” His pacing began to get faster while his cock got fatter from all the pent up tension building from the passion. Your struggle to say his name appeased Alfred just enough. He was reaching the end of his tread anyways.

“Oh Queen Y/N you’re going to be a great ruler and wife.” He continues to bounce you up and down on his throbbing member that finally burst its seal and milky white spilled everywhere. He threw his head back and moaned out your name he had reached his cloud nine pleasure. It took him a few minutes to ride out his orgasm while you were hardly keeping conscious in his strapping arms that were shimmering with sweat.

He sealed your lips with his as you still struggled with his member. He trails a few kisses on your neck and leading on down your breasts he lingers there for a while causing you to moan but also continue to shake in agony. The chains are still hot against your wrists. Your arms had been disfigured and recreated by the lava like embers. Your once clear skin now had ancient writing that looked like lace but had thick strokes like it was etched in barbarically.

Alfred’s claiming curse.

You suck in another sharp breath as you suddenly feel your arms drop onto a soft silk surface. The rest of your body followed suit. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You were happy to not be sewn into the wall while your insides were being filled to the brim.

You allowed your eyes to close for you knew that nothing you’d say would convince a Demon King to let you go.

Alfred allows his body to hover over you hauntingly. He lowers his head and allows his lips to linger close to the nape of your neck and give you a hickey. He moves to the other side of your neck and bare his large fangs and digs them in deep into your soft and sweaty flesh.

Your eyes shoot open at the intense intrusion of enamel into your flesh. The flood that had begun to pour out as if holding back an ocean. You could feel hot blood rush down your back. Your face scrunched in pain while you began to notice you felt as light as a feather.

Alfred licked the bite area clean after sucking up as much blood from your neck as he could.

He looked at your half lidded eyes that were unconcentrated. He gives a small chuckle and an award winning smile appears on his face. He grabs right below his curse mark that is on your wrists and whispers softly to you. You could feel the intense heat that radiated off of his toned body.

“Welcome to your new reality Y/N where you’ll always be beneath me. Now, let's go get cleaned.” He picks you up and leads you to his grand bathing room where he’ll clean your wounds and pamper you for the rest of the night. He knows full well that you won’t recover from this encounter for a while.

As he ran the bath into his coal black tub no thoughts really passed through your subconscious. You were unsure of what to do. You simply looked down at your bare feet and concentrated on the Stygian marble floor that had elongated cracks of silver and gold that trailed through the wide room flowing up the walls. You let your mind wander as it couldn’t hear the rushing water fill the room with steam and intoxicating fragrances like fresh lavender, bergamot, and sea salt.

‘Perhaps I’m lucid dreaming right? I have to be. No way in hell any of this is real. Or I have lost my mind. I really have…but why did that feel so real. That sex really did feel real.’

The demon watches you glide your feet back and forth as you swing your legs on the elegant window seat that overlooks one of the volcanoes that America controlled. The scarlet, violet, navy, and dusky sky blended together to make up the sky of the Solar deadzone. The smog that consumed the sky that night and your mind wouldn’t be going away. It would linger in the corner of your mind like an impervious tar.

Alfred walks over to you and hoists you up into his strong arms. It was the first time that you actually got to look at his face. Black hair hung low in his eyes that were now a dark cobalt hue and it had a heavy contrast with his pale skin. He had an ever present from on his face that showed off his K9’s. So of your own blood still on the surface of his pearly whites.

He stepped into the 4 feet deep bathtub that looked like a chasm with a few lights that shined through the darkened water and bubbles that overflowed at the surface. You couldn’t help but be dazzled by the monochrome orbs of soap that distracted you from your grim fate you’d been assigned to.

You descended into the heated water that instantly calmed your overstressed muscles.

A sigh leaves you and a smile spreads on Alfred's face as he allows his long thin tail to wrap around your thighs he grabs a loofah and begins to scrub off the dry blood on your back.

Silence and the sloshing of water continued for the rest of the night in dim candlelight. Once done some servants brought libations and snacks for the King and Queen of the Solar Dead Zone. This is the first full night of Queen (Y/N).

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vanesahoj · 6 months

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And guess which game came out 2 years (and a few days) ago?

Wooo, happy (late) birthday, Inscryption!!! Can't believe it's been two years, am I right?

Anyways ye, I have a Tumblr account now, hello! (Fun fact, this game is actually the fandom that got me into Tumblr, lmao) Imma post some memes and silly art every now and then, so that's pretty epic

To explain the image a bit, they're having a party and the meat pile is the cake. Also stoat's banned. Yes, I do draw Magnificus as simply a tree. The reason he's a cardboard cutout is because of a headcannon I have that he never leaves his wizard tower, so he's trying to pretend like he's at the party too

#inscryption #inscryption fanart #grimora #inscryption grimora #leshy #inscryption leshy #magnificus #inscryption magnificus

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the-always-enjoying-wali-ladki · 1 year

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List 5 things that make you happy, then out this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers

Here we go,

1) sunny day, spring 🌼 🌱 (lekin itni bheeshan garmi bhi nahi jo aajkal ho rhi hai)

2) trees🦚🌄🌳 (yassss i go for a morning walk just to stare at the sky and trees, they r so beautiful literally)

3) dancing 🪩 (even tho i look like a dying cockroach while dancing, i still dance for meself it makes me happy, endorphins go wooo 🪩)

4) singing 🎶🦭(that's it, i love singing)

5) gifts🫂 ( aaaaaaaa i feel like i shouldn't have said this but like i never got gifts kind of gifts ever, like no birthday gift, nothing just not a tradition or idk but like i love gifts)🫠🫠

Other things that make me happy: eating, sketching, reading, dressing up, talking with people

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mintytrifecta · 2 years

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#TREE BIRTHDAY TREE BIRTHDAY TREE BIRTHDAY WOOO #posting this one a little later in the day not because its important or anything but I just slept in #tu bishvat #tu b'shevat #jewish #jumblr #jewish memes #i wish all a very pleasant evening

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princecharmingwinks · 2 years

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Sterek Fic Rec - February 2022. Hello! It’s my birthday month wooo. Anyway welcome to the next addition of my recommendations, sorry I’m late! It is reading time!

Leaf Bandit by paintedrecs (1/1 | 7,274 | Teen)

When Derek moved from New York to Beacon Hills, he loved everything about his new small town life: except for his next-door neighbor, whose excessive and inconsiderate use of a leaf blower was quickly becoming the bane of Derek’s existence.

The Treehouse by rieraclaelin (1/1 | 1,766 | General)

It has a lot of sweet memories, and some not so fond. But its favorite story, the one it will whisper to the leaves at night when the moon is bright and full, is the story of the wolf who fell in love with the human.

A Knight in Shining Flannel by Elpie (Horribibble) (1/1 | 3,650 | Teen)

When a frantic phone call from his daughter sends him speeding across town, Derek Hale is prepared for the worst.

What he finds instead are the Stilinskis.

An AU featuring tiny werewolves, awkward single dads, and one bad babysitter.

Derek and Stiles, sitting in a tree…house. by DropsOfAddiction (1/1 | 8,947 | Explicit)

Then Stiles hears the growl, familiar and furious.

“Oh shiitake mushrooms,” Stiles groans, turning around. “Heeeeey Derek. Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?”

Derek looks as pissed as Stiles has ever seen him and it kind of gives him a little bit of satisfaction, so he snuggles closer to Ricky. Derek bares his teeth at them, thankfully still human and his nostrils flare wildly.

“You’re drunk,” Derek accuses him flatly.

“You’re drunk,” Stiles tells Derek nonsensically.

“This is the ‘not boyfriend’ I’m guessing?” Ricky looks down at Stiles, eyebrow cocked.

Derek full on snarls at that and for the first time in forever, Stiles starts to worry he might lose control of the shift.

little boy lost by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli), smartalli (1/1 | 14,862 | Teen)

If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it.

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality (1/1 | 5,382 | Teen)

“Hey, Stilinski!”

Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure.

“A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction.

Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.”

Or, in which Stiles grievously misjudged his bullying situation.

Let Me Protect You by christinchen (1/1 | 1,904 | Teen)

He’s screaming, yelling Derek’s name as he watches the other man go crashing to the forest floor. There are shots being fired, bullets flying through the air as Stiles runs. He doesn’t even care if he’s being hit, all he needs is to reach Derek. Derek who is lying on the ground, entirely too still, not moving, not getting up.

The Stuffy Paradigm by Nutellargh (1/1 | 1,644 | General)

“It’s not just that we have to arrange forty stuffed animals every time we make the bed. It’s that they must be in an extremely specific order, like Blinky and LouLou can’t sit next to each other because ‘they have history’. And you want to know the sick part? I want to know what it is!”

The Hands-On Experiment by mintedpotters (1/1 | 6,040 | Explicit)

Excerpt: --- “Dude! Magic? Not as made-up as we thought! Call me back!” Stiles shoved his phone into his pocket, his legs and lungs burning as he tried to keep up with Derek, who was loping through the trees as if it was the easiest thing in the world for him. Which, yeah okay, werewolf, it probably was the easiest thing for him to do, but who cares about semantics when you’ve got an actual sorcerer chasing you through the woods? ---

Tonight Looks Good On You by teacupboyfriends (1/1 | 2,469 | Explicit)

“I don’t think you really want me to get off of you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you’re holding onto me, dumbass.”

Or, Derek needs to go to work, but it’s hard to do with a grumpy little human in his lap.

princecharmingwinks special mention (I just loooove how Derek is written in this. Gosh so sweet!)

Something to Remember Me By by 1lostone (1/1 | 5,038 | Explicit)

At a graduation party, Derek makes some assumptions.

Stiles sets him straight.... so to speak.

And there we have it! Sorry again for being 2 days late, life happened. Hope you enjoy these recs and remember to leave kudos and comments for our fab writers. Till next time!

#sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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anzynai · 3 years

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Natural Curiosity

Genshin Impact (Xingqiu x Chongyun)

a/n: hiyaaa it’s my birthday ahhhh so i’ve decided to write xingyun as a present for myself (this is actually my first xingyun tickle fic) but wooo! this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit but it’s finally getting posted! i really enjoyed writing it too so i hope y’all enjoy it~

word count: 1.8k (my longest fic so far!!)

summary: xingqiu is curious about whether chongyun is ticklish or not and he’s going to satisfy his curiosity.

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Today, in particular, was a perfect summer’s day in Liyue. Xingqiu and Chongyun would be fools to not take advantage of it. The weather conditions were just cool enough for Chongyun’s congenital positivity, but not too hot. The sun was out, but it did not shine on them.

Xingqiu and Chongyun were leaning on a tree, each doing their own thing but in each other’s presence. Xingqiu was invested in a book he had purchased from Wanwen Bookstore a few days earlier, while Chongyun, on the other hand, was happily munching on a popsicle he had picked up from Wanmin Restaurant.

Xingqiu’s focus was all on his book, eating every word, analyzing every paragraph. Some may say doing so would be boring, too much work, but it’s what Xingqiu enjoyed most about reading. He had an avid imagination, and he loved feeling as if he was in the book alongside those characters.

Then came a paragraph that most people would probably skim over and think nothing much of, but it piqued Xingqiu’s curiousity and he decided to read over it once more.

She giggled nervously as he grabbed her wrists with impressive force, pinning her arms above her head and immobilizing her completely. “W-wait, we can talk about this?” The man in front of her barked out a laugh.

“Sorry, I don’t think so.” He spoke, before moving one of his hands to her exposed armpit, scratching at it without warning. He grinned as she immediately burst into laughter.

Xingqiu thought about it. The concept of tickling. The majority of his family thought tickling to be a childish, unprofessional thing. Xingqiu couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled, only ever being poked in the side by his older brother ever so often. To be honest, he had nearly forgotten about it completely. But this arose another question, something the curious boy was itching to find out.

He peeked his head over the book, eying Chongyun, who was still eating his popsicle like he had been before. Was Chongyun ticklish?

Xingqiu was polite. He had to be when he was the second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. People who didn’t know him well would never describe him as blunt. However, those who he was close to, who he truly trusted, that may as well be the first word they would come up with. His ‘true self’ was someone who spoke his mind, almost never hesitating to say what he wants to say.

“Dear Chongyun,” he started, watching the exorcist turn his head to Xingqiu, tilting his head in confusion. Xingqiu took that as a sign to continue. “are you ticklish?”

Chongyun very obviously did not expect that question, breaking out into a sputter of him trying to contain his thoughts while simultaneously trying to respond to Xingqiu. It was adorable, really, but that question and what the answer was was all that clouded Xingqiu’s mind.

“W-what? T-ticklish? Me? Uh. Huh? W-why are you asking me that?” He managed to get out. Xingqiu put a hand to his mouth in a poor attempt to suppress a snicker.

“Only natural curiousity, Chongyun dearest. What’s gotten you so flustered?” He teased, feeling a spark of pride at the ever growing blush rising on Chongyun’s cheeks.

“I-I mean, yes!” He admits at last, albeit a little loudly, coming off as a shout. It would seem that the embarrassment had finally gotten to him. He shook his arms, even dropping his popsicle. Xingqiu might’ve felt bad if Chongyun even noticed. “I’m a little ticklish.” He muttered awkwardly, staring at the ground before finally noticing the fallen popsicle. He didn’t say anything about it though, awaiting Xingqiu’s response.

“Oh? Only a little ticklish?” Xingqiu smirked, an idea popping into his head. He crawled closer to Chongyun, who was growing nervous.

“Y-yes..? Why?” He asked, not liking where this was going. Knowing Xingqiu, he was planning something and it made Chongyun very tense. Xingqiu didn’t say anything, only getting closer and closer to Chongyun. Chongyun gulped as a crooked smile found it’s way onto his face, sliding away from Xingqiu with every inch he got towards him. It was then when Xingqiu decided to pounce on Chongyun.

Chongyun yelped, startled but Xingqiu didn’t even give him any time to recover before fingers were shoved in his sides, squeezing mercilessly. The startled exorcist bursted into giggles immediately, and Xingqiu smiled, almost maliciously.

“W-wahahait, Xingqiu! Why ahahare youhuhu doing thihihis?!”

“My, my, Dear Chongyun. I just wanted to confirm whether your claim was correct or not! Just ‘a little ticklish’, you say?” Xingqiu mocked him, as Chongyun keeps giggling and flailing wildly, almost shocked for his inability to free himself. He was stronger than Xingqiu and yet he couldn’t get away at all! It seemed Xingqiu noticed too by the way he spoke his next words. “I’m surprised. I never knew such a strong claymore user like you could be reduced to a giggling mess from just a few squeezes to your hips~”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Chongyun tried to say, glaring at him. Though, it just looked more like a wobbly smile and was not intimidating in the least.

“That’s rude of you to say, Chongyun! I think you ought to be punished for that! Now where should I tickle you next?” The reader feigned offense, putting a finger to his chin, thinking thoughtfully where to go next. Luckily for Chongyun, it gave him a moment to catch his breath. “Aha! I got it!”

He slowly moved his finger closer to his body, feeling satisfied at Chongyun’s anticipating stare, trying to figure out where he would get him next. He paused, waiting for Chongyun to grow confused. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait very long.

“Xingqiu?” He asked, hesitantly, questioning as to why Xingqiu wasn’t.. tickling him? What was Xingqiu doing?

“Yes~?” Xingqiu replied, innocently as if he didn’t have a finger pointed directly at Chongyun, frozen in place.

“W-why aren’t you…?” Chongyun stuttered on his words, unable to find his voice as the embarrassment of the question overtook him once more.

“Hm? Why aren’t I tickling you? Is that what you’re asking?” Xingqiu smirked when Chongyun nodded, defeatedly though quite flustered. “Ah, I’m not quite sure actually. Adrenaline, perhaps? Though, I can’t lie. Part of the reason was to make sure I didn’t push you too far..” Xingqiu trailed off, getting a good look at the state Chongyun is in.

Chongyun’s hair was a mess, not that it wasn’t already, but even more so. His cheeks were bright red, and he was just beginning to have finally caught his breath. However, any discomfort was easily overpowered by the relaxed state and the excited look in Chongyun’s eyes and even the ghost of a genuine soft smile nor did it seem like his congenital positivity was going to trigger soon.

“But,” Xingqiu observed, a mischievous grin taking over his features, replacing the concerned look he wore a second earlier. “It seems you are enjoying it.”

If Chongyun’s face wasn’t red enough, it went aflame at that absolutely correct accusation. Still, he shook his head wildly, determined to hide that fact.

“Denying it now, Dear Chongyun? Your efforts will be fruitless, you know~” At that, Xingqiu finally brought his hand to Chongyun’s ribs. He poked at the sensitive spots, causing Chongyun to begin laughing.

“I ahaham nohahahat e-enjOYing ihihut!” Xingqiu clicked his tongue, shaking his head in faux disappointment.

“Oh, dear Chongyun, why do you keep lying. I won’t make fun of you~”

“Liahahar!” Chongyun accused, though the reader made no attempt to deny it, sticking out his tongue.

“Got me~” Xingqiu brought his hands further up, noticing the way Chongyun’s laughter became more frantic the closer he got to his armpits. “Hm? What’s this? Are your armpits ticklish?”

“No!” Chongyun shouted. It was a stupid idea but Chongyun hoped that if he told you Xingqiu would give up, or at least spare him a little mercy. Yeah, right.

“Surely, you know me a little better than that?” Xingqiu rolled his eyes, having had apparently read his mind and learned his intentions. Xingqiu shook his head, staring down at him. He lifted Chongyun’s arm up, though it took quite a bit of effort with all of his moving and flailing. He circled a single finger around Chongyun’s armpit, letting the exorcist’s nerves and anticipation from the gentle touch arise.

“Plehehease!” Chongyun pleaded, one last time. Xingqiu paused, yet not stopping the light graze of his finger on Chongyun’s skin.

“Hmmm… no.” He hummed. With that, he brought his hand to the exorcist’s armpit, scribbling all five of his fingers inside the sensitive spot. From the scream Chongyun let out, Xingqiu, for a moment, thought of covering his ears. After his initial shock though, he had no trouble teasing Chongyun for his girlish squeal. “Oh my, you’re quite the loud one, aren’t you?”

Chongyun couldn’t think, his mind swirling around all at once. Xingqiu. Tickling. Teasing. Escaping. Popsicles. Congenital Positivity. Oh right, his congenital positivity! He could feel it about to trigger and he tried to tell Xingqiu but he couldn’t get the words out clear enough so Xingqiu could understand.

“w-wAhAHAH X-XIHIHINGQIU! M-MAHAHA YAHAHANG ah- ehehenERGY!” Xingqiu only gave him a puzzled look, unable to translate his words, before it quickly turned into a look of worry when he saw Chongyun’s eyes glaze over. He hadn’t noticed that Chongyun had reached his limit.

Instantly, Xingqiu pulled his hands away from the exorcist’s poor armpits. He examined him for a moment, checking exactly which stage of his yang state he was in. When Xingqiu realized it wasn’t one of the serious ones, his usual excessive passion state, he let out a deep exhale, relieved. It could have been worse and he could have triggered his.. aggressive, more violent states and that would not be fun.

“Oh, it seems I’ve unintentionally triggered your yang energy. I do apologize for that, dear Chongyun.” Xingqiu apologized, half heartedly, despite knowing that Chongyun was far too out of it to comprehend any words he would be speaking.

Chongyun grabbed his fallen popsicle off the grass. It was now was half-melted and whatever was left of the treat was covered with grass and even a few insects, mainly ants. Xingqiu grimaced upon seeing the exorcist attempt to put it back in his mouth. The exorcist apparently had not seen all the grime imbedded into the frozen snack so would make sense that Chongyun was not happy about Xingqiu slapping the popsicle out of his hand. He stood up, pouting and threw a temper tantrum, stomping, kicking, and bawling his eyes out as if he were a child.

“That was my popsicle! That wasn’t yours! Why did you do that!?” He whined, crossing his arms and glaring at Xingqiu like he was the worst person in the world. Xingqiu ignored it, though, used to Chongyun’s tantrums when he was in his yang state.

“Well, I suppose this is my karma for tickling you.” Xingqiu sighed, though a soft smile planted on his face. Xingqiu stood up as well, holding his hand out for Chongyun to hold, to which he reluctantly accepted. “Ah, Yun, let’s go get you another popsicle, shall we?”

#xingqiu #chongyun #xingyun #genshin impact #ticklish!chongyun #lee!chongyun #ler!xingqiu #tickle fic #fic #genshin xingqiu #genshin chongyun #they are in love #it’s canon #jai’s fic

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rusted-phone-calls · 2 years

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autumn tree

notes: WOOO toh s2b is coming 13 hrs later and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAT CACTUS you're old. First lumity fanfic, dedicated to ye old @badassslytherinhisshiss

and oh?? what's this?? an ao3??

word count: 2627

summary: There was an overgrown park, and a tree with pink leaves when autumn comes. There were two girls, young with laughter, and this is their story.

You’re a sunset as green leaves turn red;

You’re a lingering smile after all has been said;

You’re a melody

my hands compose of hazel, clove and sage

Amity fell in love for the first time in a small park near the lifeless place she lived in. No one ever went there- why would they, when they had huge fancy backyards and flowers a thousand times grander? And so the little park rested with all its overgrown glory, abandoned for God knows how long- until Amity came along, that is.

It was peace, it was calm, it was everything that her cold frigid empty tense home wasn’t. It was vines with pretty flowers along the torn wired fence. It was a choir of birdsongs in the early morning. It was brushing away fallen leaves to see the flaming sunset. It was wind blowing through branches and petals, humming Nature’s melody. It was still-fresh flowers settling in mint-green hair. It was another life, an escape, a shelter.

It was friendship, the girl who proudly announced that she was Luz Noceda from Connecticut, America. (“You British people have weird names, Amity.”) It was discovery, a normal tree whose leaves turned pink in autumn. (“Luz, they’re red-” “Nooo, you’re lying.”) It was baking strawberry pies, sneaking them out and seeing Luz grin at them in adoration and reverence. (Amity wonders if Luz would look at her like that, too. Amity knows she does, knows her own fond smiles and affectionate gazes.) It was naming the tree after their school’s ‘creative’ version of prom. (Our Grom tree, Amity echoes. It has a nice ring to it.) It was teaching Luz to slow dance to the music playing from Luz’s well-loved music box. It was pink leaves nestled in mint hair and brown, tucking flowers behind pale ears and tan. It was Luz teaching her how to catch slugs after the rain. (It had started to drizzle lightly some time later. Amity hadn’t brought a jacket, but Luz just smiled and gave Amity hers.)

Sunset dripping through pink leaves, creaky music fills the air, and Amity felt alive.

You’re a book that’s not yet finished

but I think I’ll stay and watch you fill the page

It was autumn again, and pink leaves covered the ground. There was a red-chequered picnic blanket under rose leaves. Toasted sandwiches and strawberry pies smelt like the kind of love that you find in a lively home, pressing bitten lips to a hand accidentally burnt by the heater in the corner.

Amity doesn't have that, not yet, but for now she lays on the leaf-covered grass and squints at Luz’s drawing. Next thing she knows, there are bronze hands over her eyes, and a laughing voice tells her, “Amity, I said no peeking.”

God, Amity really hopes Luz’s hands cover her blush as well. “S pretty.”

“You’re pretty too, hermosa, but you don’t see me staring at you all the time,” Luz poked her cheek, and nope, Amity was not doing this, she was going to jump off a cliff and never see another human ever again, why is it so warm-

“C’mon, want to dance and trip over flowers again?” Luz smirks at her, oh the nerve she has, of course she wants to dance and Amity finds herself being hauled up and twirled ‘round, facing sparkling brown eyes, God I love you I love you I love you so much.

Once upon a time, there was a hollow mansion and a bronze-haired girl inside. Once upon a time, there was a girl looking out an aeroplane window, brown eyes shining with anticipation. Once upon a time, there was a place on a side of a hill with too-long grass and broken fences.

Once upon a time, there were two girls, lonely in different ways. Once upon a time, there was a grin, excited words, and a friendship. Once upon a time, there was a dance, their dance that went step step twirl, crunch of her sneakers on dried leaves and swish of her mauve dress along with the warm autumn breeze, welcoming them home.

Neither of them were really exceptional at dancing. Luz tripped over flowers this time, and Amity didn’t even try to hide her smugness, but it was theirs, and that’s all they ever needed. It was theirs in the way that it was instincts that led them to every next step, the way that Amity was there with a hand outstretched when Luz landed on the ground, laughing eyes and cheerful snorts. It was how Luz was there to catch her every time she stumbled. It was the wonder that they dance together so well, the flaws in every turn and the adoration in their eyes for them.

Amity wished that it lasted for an eternity.

Oh, autumn breeze

Won’t you blow my way?

Winter comes in foggy weather and shivering under thick blankets. Amity was not built for the cold. She misses autumn, its warm maple air and falling pink leaves. She misses the overgrown grass, their Grom tree, vines snaking up the broken fence. She misses Luz.

God, how long has it been since she’d seen Luz?

(A voice in her head that still keeps count reminds her it’s been four years, two months and three days. She ignores it.)

She turns back to her work. Mountains of more sit next to her.

Can’t your heart find its home in me?

Longing for a finished melody

Aeons later, she returns to the park. It’s instinct to call out the name of a girl who radiated sunshine.

No one answers. The park is empty, like it has been for over six years.

…Amity had forgotten. (Had she hoped to see a familiar smirk, perpetually cheerful eyes, a confident American accent calling out her name?)

Their Grom tree was still there, standing strong as ever, trunk wider, branches thicker, the pink in leaves more prominent even. Amity climbs up the tree like she hasn’t done in so long, but even if her mind doesn’t remember the way Luz prodded and teased her, her hands do, and she scales up the tree no less nimble than all those years ago.

The view has changed. Ages ago, Luz and Amity would’ve brushed away flowers on vines criss-crossing the fence and watched the sun set over teal waves, laughing over posh mansions and luxury car dealers. Most of them are gone now, and all Amity can see from here is a concave glass building.

It’s not right. The park is thick trees and blooming flowers full of life, and the tower is so lifeless. It doesn’t belong.

Amity doesn’t know how long she spends staring at the gleaming building, remembering and grieving the past that will never come back. She hears the still-familiar shrieking laughter of young, jubilant children and thinks that the universe is mocking her ghost of history kind brown eyes warm hands laughter in every step every twirl -

There are two girls playing tag under the Grom tree. The shorter girl catches up to the taller, snags her hand with something fierce, and the lankier girl stumbles a bit, trips and lands on soft dirt. Shorter Girl immediately freezes in panic, rushes to where Taller Girl is and asks are you okay are you hurt i’m sorry. Taller Girl smiles, it’s fine, and Amity sees the way Shorter Girl regains a bit of her fire in that. It reminds Amity of a lifetime ago, sunshine and home in dark brown eyes, tripping over flowers tan hand always there for her.

Taller Girl takes Smaller Girl’s hands, soft as the autumn breeze. She starts to hum a lilting melody, and Amity knows it’s dedicated to Smaller Girl only. Shorter Girl blinks a little when some of Taller Girl’s wavy brown hair is blown into her eyes, but doesn’t shrink away. Amity looks back at the building of glass. They deserve to have the memory to themselves. It’s easier to cherish them that way.

Pink leaves drift past Amity like memories from seasons past, and leans against rough tree bark to whispered music, familiar like dancing to a creaky tune from a well-loved music box.

Oh I know I shouldn’t say

Everything out loud this autumn’s day

But I hope that you will stay

Amity sprints to the park the moment school dismisses. She hadn’t seen Luz today, yet, and Amity misses her already.

“Amity!” And Luz was there grinning wider than ever. (Her eyes seem a little dimmer than usual, something she remembers so many years later. It’s just because she’s standing under the Grom tree’s shade.)

Luz spins her around once, twice, leads Amity under the Grom tree straight into a pile of leaves. (Amity wishes she had brought a camera. It’d be worth combing the leaves out of her hair to capture Luz’s laughter, her eyes crinkling around the edges. Amity was starting to forget these things about Luz. She missed her.)

Amity sits back up, props herself against the Grom tree. Luz plops down opposite her, twisting her fingers together. Amity has learned how to read Luz, and that’s not a good sign. “Hey, what’s wrong, Luz?”

Luz keeps her eyes on the green, red, pink leaves scattered on the ground. “My mom said we have to move back to America next month,” she says. Luz has never been one for hiding things. “I don’t know when we’ll be back.”

When, Amity notes. Luz will be back. Everything will be fine. She picks up a fallen sunflower. Unconditional love perfect to send to your loved one if you want to express how much you adore them, she knows from Em’s flower obsession phase. It’d fit perfectly behind Luz’s ear, Amity thinks. She wants to sweep the little curl of hair over Luz’s ear away and tuck the still-fresh sunflower behind it, comb her wild curls, murmur I love you you’re pretty would you let me kiss you? What she says instead: “I won’t be running away.”

Luz gives her a half-smile, “I hope so. Don’t make me look stupid when I come back and you’re not here.”

Amity huffs. Fidgets with the sunny petals, longs to give it to Luz. Em and Ed would tell her to, before she can’t. She just holds on to the flower more tightly.

They spend the rest of the day like they usually do, climbing up the Grom tree, rambling about new Azura theories, complaining about schoolwork, and nothing ever goes wrong.

(Luz never did come back, and a pressed sunflower still lays at the bottom of a dust-filled drawer.)

Regardless how fleeting

My heart keeps on beating

The first month: Amity misses Luz so much. Amity was used to seeing Luz every day. She’s still surprised every time she goes to the park and Luz still isn’t there when Amity has picked up all the fallen leaves.

The third month: Odalia is relieved that Amity’s grades are back to ‘normal’. Amity wears around the golden star of a top student without anyone to show it off to. She uses her top student writing skills to write a letter.

The fourth month: There’s a storm cloud around her head, and there’s no breeze to blow it away. The thunder and lightning hasn’t stopped for hours. A cloud shouldn't be this heavy. It’s too tight it’s too dark it’s too bright can’t breathe can’t-

The six month: It doesn’t feel like half a year since Luz went back to America. It feels like centuries and no time at all. She’s gotten her perfect shiny gold badge and perfect school and perfect family and perfect friends and torn, messy heart. The letters in her room gather, and she can’t remember the last time she really smiled.

(That’s a lie. She remembers Luz’s otter onesie and how ridiculous, how adorable she was and the red on Amity’s face. She remembers how warm Luz’s hugs always were. She remembers the picnics under the Grom tree and leaves in their hair. She remembers every dance, every step, every note. Amity still dances at the park, but there’s no music, no hand on her shoulder.)

Oh autumn

A year:

What if she’d fallen for an illusion? What if she was holding Luz in a pedestal of flowers and dances and scattered the rest of her below? What if all she loved was an image in her head? What if- Would she really love her if she was still here?

Two years:

She wishes she could forget. She should. It’s been too long to still remember Luz’s freckles like a myriad of pink leaves, eyes like the sunsets and sunrise they spent together, laughter like everything Amity would fall for all over again.

Three years:

Luz hasn’t visited. The letters are shoved into a random drawer, and she doesn’t see pink leaves for years.

Four years:

Amity can’t really remember anymore. She doesn’t recall how stupidly warm and comfortable Luz’s cat hoodie is now, how bright her eyes always always were, how it felt to dance with someone she knew and knew her. Words drift across her head like ghosts to taunt her, grin that held more life than your house ever did sunny hugs and endless stream ofAzura theories, and she doesn’t remember.

Good. Em and Ed and Odalia would be glad she finally let go.

Five years: Everything was fine.

Six years: Amity started writing letters again. Six letters for six years, and more for the time that felt like forever. She steps in the park, hears the familiar crunch of leaves, still knows the desire paths etched by glittery Skechers. There’s a spot under a tree with pink leaves that still has the phantom smell of strawberry pie and soft autumn breeze, and Amity puts a stack of letters there. Maybe somewhere in America, tan hands and chocolate eyes will think of her.

Amity gazes up at rose leaves, feels the gentle wind on her face. It’s autumn again.

Oh autumn

There is a stack of letters under a tree with twisted bark and princess-pink leaves. All of them are addressed to Luz Noceda, America.

The first few envelopes are pristine white with perfect sharp corners. Whoever left the letters were careful not to let even a speck of dirt crawl onto the immaculately folded envelopes and flawless cursive.

Counting from the top, envelope number eight to forty-nine were varying shades of yellow and amber. Fading letters to a fading name.

The autumn breeze favours the letters in the way they ruffle the pages but never topple them over, the way they sympathise the girl who left them here. They know the story of her love, and whisper the names of a purple-haired girl to the ones who pass by, looking for the one, the other one who frequented so long ago.

They hope, in another universe, tan hands pick up the letters. They hope, brown eyes will become familiar again and gold learns that it’s okay to love. Green leaves for healing and pink ones for love.

In this world, a dark hand brushes away the dust on the letters, holding a pale hand in aer other. It’s rude to open letters addressed to others, but they are children, and their story sings the same melancholy, and Nature was always more prone to forgiveness anyway. Aer hands are steady, careful with practised grace as ae opens the letters. Ae murmurs the faint cursive, and Ice Blue traces fire hand across the words. It reads like poetry, a warning, a story not wanting to be repeated.

A couple years later, a pink-white-orange bracelet finds its way under the tree, and it doesn’t get buried by pink leaves.

#toh #the owl house #amity blight #luz noceda #lumity #this was exhausting but im done :DD #immortalised snowflakes

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smoldinobeans · 2 years

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Things I've heard drunk college students say in the last 24 hours:

*batting wii remote with hand like a cat* "the blue light.... it moves...."

"I don't know what I'm doing or why I'm doing it, I just know that I don't want to be alive right now"

"I might have had.... a little bit.... tiny bit... ickle wickle bit.... too much to drink"

(female) "it's small like me. not like my cock though. that's massive. like a lamp post."

"I'm sorry, please don't eat my switch"

*starts singing happy birthday to 2022"

"he's small. he must die."

person 1:"let's dance, I wanna do just dance" person 2: "you can't even stand, let's not"

"give me a hug! I don't know who this is but I want a hug. now. we're hugging now"

person 1: "why are you hopping?" person 2: "we both have one of his shoes on each"

"I'm not drunk, honestly I'm not" *trips over air, stumbles into tree and starts laughing*

*starts singing bezos I*

"if you're going to murder someone at least make sure there's no cameras around. that's just sloppy."

*spins arms clockwise* "weeee wooo, weeee woooo, weeeee woooo" *spins arms anticlockwise* "wooooo weeeee, wooooo weeeeee, wooooo weeeee"

"everyone say happy bir.... happy chris.... oh you know what I mean"

person 1: "I'm such a bitch, I can admit that" person 2: "I mean.... I didn't say it" person 1: "oh I know, I'm just saying I'm an absolute bitch"

"my new years resolution is to be nicer. not that I'd have to do a lot tbf"

#things ive heard college students say #drunk college students #happy new year #never let teenagers near alcohol #why are we like this #I'm scared of my friends #please save me

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yuki-kaminari · 4 years

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So I hopped on OM *forgetting my media sound was on full blast* and I'm greeted with a special happy birthday clip! Freaked me out at first. Hahahahaha.

Wooo! Don't want to spoil much for peeps that have yet to experience this!

I did the 10x draw since I have been saving vouchers and only have 6 UR's to my name.

Sadly I got a UR I already had.... *sigh*

I got one new SR and the rest were skill ups. Oh well... Still though, you get a lot special stuff during the day while u play and interact with the characters after battles and it costs half as much to fill in the devil trees on cards!! Woot!

I thinks it's really awesome that the developers did this. T'was a nice surprise! (*˘ᗜ˘*)

I will probably draw me a self indulgent pic some time today after I get home...

Anyways!! Later chickadees!

#obey me #obey me birthday #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #birthday

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workingonit-currently · 3 years

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Two parts to the heart.

Krish, our DM, is doing two parts today. One with the group minus Courage and one with Courage as she rides away. (80 min of aleris, silas and im time!) Let’s see how this goes. (discussion of bard and dragons before session officially starts.)

Start of session we check back in with Im and Aleris, walking to the crone.

Silas and Drusten still not exactly having a romantic walk.

Im and Aleris time!

passing fields

They eventually get to the crone. She’s drawn a rune circle. She has WAY too much energy

Might be a sacrifice

Don’t touch Link-Noted!

Crone calls Imogen old and I LIVE for it!

Calls Aleris ‘short lady’ (I am happy.)

What is it with short people calling Aleris short

Imogen places the special book in the middle of the circle.

SHE MIGHT BE SUMMONING SOMETHING!?

She’s grabbing random stuff to put in the circle?

SHE IS SUMMONING SOMETHING!

“It’s time to finally do an Arcana check.”

“Sorry, my hands are a bit stinky” - Thanks for that image Aleris!

Aleris knows the crone’s summoning something from the past or future.

Aleris wants to see where this goes so doesn’t say anything

Crone starts chanting mysterious words

“Hi. What the fuck.” - Imogen

They have summoned a very old man. Long grey beard, Typical wizard’s hat and a giant staff with one gem?

HE IS HARVISH HAVERSHAM?!!!

He gives Im another copy of his book. Im might rage

Haversham and Im are not getting along. Great...

“I’m going back to my own time. You-You were so much more pleasant back then. Now you’re just skin folds.” -Haversham to the crone.

He goes back and now Im has a SIGNED copy of his book of healing.

Aleris asks the real questions while Im is grumbling. “Why did you summon him if you hate him?”

Apparently she did not mean to summon him. She wanted to summon someone else.

Im’s book has cool spells now! NICE!

The Crone is done with Imogen and Aleris now

Imogen hears giggling at the back of her head and questions what it is. (Shows she’s not use to having a warlock pact.)

The fey silences as she ALSO is not use to having a warlock.

(hmm, too many ‘new’ gods I’d say. How to fix that...)

Imogen is RUDE! (that might come back to bite her.)

ALERIS IS ON HER WAY BACK TO THE TAVERN TO TELL COURAGE ABOUT THE EVENT! (Wee woo, wee wooo! ALERT! PANIC!)

Wow...the fey queen is so much nicer than the Raven Queen.

They head back to the tavern. (panic mode!-for me)

No one is there.

Im sits and reads her book. Oooh, fancy.

ALERIS GOES TO HER ROOM! To talk to Courage...

(I am in panic!)

Aleris sees the note

She picks it up and it’s hastily written. It says (SOMETHING! I can’t remember it fully. okay. Panic! What we know is Courage has gone.)

Silas and Drusten time?

Silas and Drusten time.

They just sit, having lunch.

Silas checks if there’s a vet and apparently is getting a gift for Courage because their birthdays are both on April 1st. (what a LOVELY birthday present. Leaving after Silas’ birthday, just as he gets you a present.)

Silas and Drusten find a clinic to check Mat out. (Mat, Silas’ snake.)

Tortle receptionist.

Silas wants to check Mat in.

“My name is Silas Haruki.” -EXCUSE ME! That’s a cute last name Silas!

Tortle tells them to take a seat. They wait for 30min -an hour

They go in. (Drusten offers his hand to walk Silas in.)

The vet inspects Mat and is concerned with his quietness

We still might consume the rich

The doctor/Vet says to give him more time outside the bag and Mat should be fine.

Silas argues that his ‘friends’ wouldn’t like that. (So now, apparently, we’re his FRIENDS!)

Vet hands them a note for a place in Mernin Isle for them to go to, secretly...

“Mat won’t die in the next two days.” -How reassuring Doc!

They might want to go visit the other Vets on the Isle

Silas goes out to search for stores to buy a birthday gift for Courage’s birthday.

Silas has strong opinions on Gifts and Gift Shops

Silas doesn’t know what Courage would want...he’s growing more distant from her.

Silas mentions the highland cow and the plush highland cow. (Aleris has that.)

Drusten offers to pitch in for the gift but..awkward...Silas refuses and stuff...

“She could start a highland cow plushy collection.” -Yes, thank you Drusten. Spitting some facts!

Apparently Aleris ave the cow to Courage at some point?!

Drusten advises him to get her chocolates

Silas thinks it’s shoddy and rubbish so Drusten says, ‘please let me pitch in to repay you.’

Silas casually talking about killing Aleris’ fiancé.

So they go to a blacksmith to get a weapon.

THE BLACKSMITH IS IRISH! (I love her!)

And the accent is gone. But it was there!

Shows off her wares.

Silas looks at the sickles and greataxes.

Silas picks a greataxe, which is tragic really. As Courage’s player...I KNOW something Silas does not..

(Panic. Panicccc.)

AND HE’S GETTING AN ENGRAVING!

‘A shoeid’ (but with an accent I can not type.)

Drusten and Silas get a fish and chips.

(also: Where is Silas storing this axe? It heavy..)

They head back to the tavern. Surprised by Im’s reading! (Silas didn’t know she could even READ!)

“Our room now?” -EXCUSE ME DRUSTEN!? Oooh, moving fast I see.

Silas just wraps the greataxe and sees where the others are.

Silas is SOMEHOW not a rogue.

Knocks on Courage’s door and then knocks on Aleris’ door

Aleris is not answering...

Goes to Courage: The P.O.V that is

no on the temple

Courage sees this weird chain tree walking..

veers away from tree and leaves them go, walk to the town

a caravan people ask if she wants to join them, she says no, ‘she’s done with people’. They think she might kill them, she will not. they part ways.

get in the tavern and order a drink, ask around for clues to find the cult/marina reviving people

frighten a few people out of the tavern

Brown cloaked man finally tells Courage goo information.

HE’S cool!

he’s a necromancer

“Come with me-Actually sit down.”

Sits and he explains.

Raven Queen symbol sets him off, pulling Courage over the table.

Courage rolls to intimidate and it fails, he sits back.

Courage is deluded.

“A very advanced wizard?”

Courage communes with the raven queen to get her out of the man’s head

“Roll me a d20.” -Words all players want to hear

Courage in her mind: ‘I am going to get in trouble for this. Pain is coming.’

Courage walks him out of the bar and sets him down next to his house, old alley talking

Takes any obvious weapons off him.

“He has a bag that could be used as a bludgeoning weapon given how full of books it is.”

He heads in and Courage follows. (darn. Should have locked him away.)

He gives Courage some books to look through on the table.

They won’t help and he just explains. IS SUPER NERVOUS.

He says “The Raven Queen is looking to resummon a pretty powerful person. It’s not uncommon. ”

Pulls out a poster with maddened scribbles.

“They’re trying to remake the world.”

The Raven Queen’s been insisting this man to find Courage, caused him pain.

Wants to destabilize everything. So gods can summon what they want.

(oh god I might be making Courage evil...)

“The raven queen isn’t the only god in the world.”

He refused to help properly so as she leaves Courage cuts his arm and dislocates it, it’s barely hanging on.

(Me and the DM talk about aura of Courage. Also, may I just say: AHHH! Intimidation, being broody, all that junk...AHH! I am not ready for it but Courage has been brainwashed over the years so...Slightly evil Courage.)

#OXFalconMail #dnd #d&d #Dungeons and Dragons #silas #aleris #drusten #imogen #courage #the raven queen #dm #dungeon master #dnd session

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sireneia · 4 years

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@fabledream sent: ❝ —There you are. I've been looking all over for you! ❞ Annette grin is bright and sunny as she hurries over to Caspar, a basket hanging by the crook of her arm. ❝ How about a hike and birthday picnic? ❞ Fresh bread, meats and cheese, a bottle of sweet wine she had asked around about. ❝ It'd be nice to spend some time together, just us, you know? ❞ ( happy birthday caspar! )

“ you were?! ” caspar gawps, pausing his work, but his surprise melts to a tender look when he sees how radiantly annette shines. meanwhile, caspar has become disheveled — a victim to his pitifully unsuccessful attempts to set up a swing in their backyard. the mystery of trying to figure out how to properly fasten the rope around the branch is discarded from his mind instantly, in favor of climbing down the tree to be level with his lovely wife.

and, oh, how very lovely she is indeed—! how could he stay up away amidst the leaves when she smiles so sweetly for him and tells him her quest this morning had been for him?

he ducks his head a bit, sneaking a quick look into her basket with a flick of his fingers against its cover. “ oh, sweet! is that meat i see in there? wooo! ” he grins to see it, even if his action might make him a bit of a rascal. after all, it very well might have been intended to be a surprise for him. still, his favorite type of food plus his favorite company on his special day? he knows how annette prefers fish ( or at the very least she seemed to like those dishes whenever they ate out together ) but still, she went in favor of his tastes anyway. she goes the extra mile for him, and he sees it even in simple things like this.

“ sounds great, annette. lemme go get changed and i'll be right out. ” his hand drops on her shoulder, bringing her closer as he lightly kisses her cheek. “ ...unless you'll take me like this? though if you're gonna look so nice, i should probably look the part too. don't want to make it look like you're hiking around with some pig, heh! ”

#// to anyone who asks yes i know caspar's birthday was days ago SHHHHHH #// sometimes u wanna answer cute asks !!!! calendar whomst !!!!#fabledream #+. / ic.#+. / inbox.#+. / the past holds its scars and it is our responsibility to right the wrongs ( verse: fódlan. )#+. / gauntless ( muse: caspar. )#+. / when you fell my hand met yours but guess now i'm the one who's fallen ( ship: caspar & annette. )#food mention tw ---#alcohol mention tw ---

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deacytits · 5 years

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Happy Birthday @darlingmalek!

It is our dear @darlingmalek‘s 17th birthday today! Wooo!!

In celebration, she requested a Gwil birthday blurb and below I have delivered the cheesiest but also softest high school au birthday blurb I could think of.

I hope you enjoy it boo! <3

You had never particularly enjoyed your birthday but this year you were looking forward to it - because this year you had a boyfriend. Gwilym. And he was literally the softest, sweetest, cutest tree you had ever laid eyes on. He had kept hinting at some surprises and being secretive with your best friends, so you knew to expect something….

And something you did get. First thing in the morning, you approached your locker - which had been covered in green birthday wrapping paper and ribbons. You couldn’t help the grin that overtook your face. As you opened your locker, you heard a click and suddenly paper confetti was raining down on you and into the hallway.

You stood in shock for a moment before Gwil and your friends came running around the corner, donning birthday hats and party horns.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” they exclaimed, blowing on their horns and picking up confetti to throw on you again.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Gwil said with a huge grin, grabbing you in his arms and dipping you for a kiss in the middle of the hallway.

Onlooking students clapped and wolf-whistled as he brought you back up, a blush creeping over your cheeks.

“Thank you, babe!” you smiled.

You friends adorned you with a Birthday Girl sash to wear all day and a crown that Sat atop your head. Gwil walked you to your first class, promising to see you again at lunch before kissing your hand and running off so he wasn’t late.

Throughout the day, many people wished you happy birthday thanks to your sash. Your cheeks hadn’t stopped being warm with embarrassment all day - but you also secretly loved the attention and the effort put in by your friends.

When lunch rolled around, you sat in your usual spot in the cafeteria, waiting for your friends and Gwil to join you. And join you they did.

One moment you were alone and the next they were suddenly surrounding you, one on each side and Gwil in front of you at the table. They all still had on their party hats and Gwil had a plate with a single cupcake in the middle - which also had a lit candle.

“1, 2, 3, 4….” he started.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU….” they all started, causing you to bury your face in your hands.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N….. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOU!” they all sang, cheering and blowing on their party horns once again.

“Make a wish, dearest!” Gwil smiled, pushing the cupcake towards you.

You looked up at him, eyes soft with affection, and made your wish as you blew out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” your friend asked, doling out more cupcakes from the container in their hand.

“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true!” you laughed, relishing the sweet taste of the frosting as you licked off the candle.

You finished lunch uneventfully, laughing and filling up with cupcakes before going about the rest of your day.

At the final bell, you said one last goodbye and thank you to everyone for such a great birthday before hopping on the bus back home.

When you walked in your door, you noticed something on the kitchen table - likely something from your parents. There was a beautiful vase full of roses being hugged by a giant stuffed dog that had a few birthday balloons attached to its arm.

You grabbed the note in the flowers, opening it curiously.

“Darling -

I picked these roses out just for you because they’re as beautiful as you are. I hope you enjoyed everything at school today and can’t wait to celebrate properly at your party this weekend. Have fun at dinner with your parents!!

Love,

Gwil xoxo

(P.S. please thank your mom again for me for putting these up in your house)”

You couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle, holding the note to your chest for a moment before snapping a picture and sending it to Gwil.

“I LOVE IT!!! And you :) XOXO”

He immediately sent back a million kissy face emojis, which made you blush and giggle all over again. Best. Birthday. Ever.

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cottonspotten · 5 years

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some wc holiday concepts

FIRSTLY, i’m sure that most of these holidays would have different names in the wc universe but im just gonna refer to em as their real life names

BIRTHDAYS. ok i know birthdays arent technically a holiday but SHHH.

they’d tell using the moon. like. if a kit was born on a full moon, they’d count 13 full moons (a moon is 28 days so 13 of them is about a year). and obviously in warrior cats, apprentices become warriors at 13 moons and that’s kinda why. bc it’s their BIRTHDAY. and they get lots of GIFTS. sometimes that’s just prey or maybe herbs but some cats go ALL OUT and make them things out of vines or feathers or stuff like that. just. BIRTHDAYS

ALSO,,,, PINATAS. well sort of. not really. since cats dont have access to that kind of thing INSTEAD they hang a bunch of prey up on trees and then the special cat and all their friends would have to jump and try to cut it down using their claws

for easter, it’s celebrated on the day starclan was first introduced (in the first battle, dotc). they hide prey around the territory and the kits/apprentices have to find it !!! the “easter bunny” in this would be starclan. actually !! since in the first battle starclan came down to tell the clans off see the clans, easter for the wc is a big family day and often enough starclan cats are known to come down and visit their family.

okAY ONTO CHRISTMAS WOOO. so christmas in this is celebrated on the day that grey wing died. i wouldve made it more related to the first leaders but they all died at different times n i decided that grey wing had a big affected on all of them anyways. so everyone get more gIFTS and they hang decorations and stuff up camp. “santa” in this situation is believed to be, again, starclan coming down to give them things. also the whole mistletoe thing exists bc that’s sweet. a lot of mates get together on wc christmas.

(this is the only time i will mention religion, but if u wanna make warrior cat christmas more like hanukkah, you could say that it lasts 7-8 days either starting or ending on the day grey wing died. im not quite sure how the candle lighting would work in this, however, since these cats fear/cant control fire. but like. take it as you want. these r just concepts)

ALSO each clan has its own private day which is celebrated on the day that their own first leader died (ie the day tall shadow died is “shadowclan day”)

halloween in this is celebrated the day the dark forest first came into existance (see im stil keeping it kinda spooky). all the clans come together and eat mostly. also some cats get in like,,, lil costumes. so-

new years’ is also a thing. there’s just a lot of eating and yelling and overall celebrating. most like real life lmao

i think that’s it!!!!

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thatbluegibson · 5 years

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CH 85

Happy Birthday to you...

Liz sunk into Nate's side and blushed fiercely as the crowd at La Féline drunkenly sang to her, led by the band on stage that now included Taylor and Dave. They had been spotted by the lead singer and asked to come jam, and though Dave had only promised a couple songs, he got carried away by playing in such a small venue to a crowd that he could actually interact with.

He leaned into the microphone and looked out towards Liz, "You got any requests, birthday girl?"

"Lumberjack!" she yelled back, making everyone at their table laugh loudly.

He heard Taylor bark a laugh from the kit behind him then swing the mic to his face. "By Jackyl?"

Liz nodded eagerly and Dave tried his hardest to hold her stare, but out of the literally millions of songs in existence, she chose the one with a fucking chainsaw solo. Taylor's giggle broke him and it was all he could do to play the first few notes of It's Late, knowing she'd love that one just as much.

Once they finally left the stage, he slid into the booth next to her and furrowed his brow when she winced. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," she insisted. "Just a little sore." A wave of guilt hit him when her forced smile gave away that she was grimacing. He had been so rough with her the night before and though she insisted that she loved every moment of it, he felt awful about taking his frustrations out on her. After she had fallen asleep he had snuck out to the terrace to smoke and overthink his life, dwelling on how bizarre it felt to be in the same hotel with Jordyn, but in very separate spaces. When he crawled back into bed with Elizabeth, he spied the dark blue stain blossoming across her hipbones and shoved back the covers to get a better look.

"Fuck," he swore and traced the outline of her bruise with his finger.

"What?... what's the matter?" she slurred in her sleep.

"Nothing, baby," he covered her back up and lay beside her, stroking her back to lull her into a deep sleep, but the moment he was sure she was out he wept into her hair for the second time in 24 hours.

That morning, Liz had dragged Josie and Rami up to the hotel room under the guise of picking out a birthday outfit, but when Josie darted into the bathroom with her makeup bag Dave knew Liz had asked her help in covering it up. As he and Rami sat on the terrace drinking coffee, he contemplated why she felt the need to hide it. He needed to apologize, but he sure as hell couldn't do it now, not with all the work she was putting in to cover his tracks. But, it was obvious she was taking steps in ensuring he wouldn't feel badly about the night before, especially considering the headspace he was in at the time and he bit back the snide comment he had ready when she emerged wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt instead of some creation of her stylist.

"Wooo!" Josie's scream yanked him out of his thoughts. "It's your birthday, Liz! You shouldn't walk right for a week! Right, Dave?"

Liz laughed and clinked her whiskey glass against her friend's while Dave rolled his eyes and struck up a conversation with Nate. The group at their table consisted of the band and some tour crew along with their girlfriends or wives, mostly enticed by the idea of live music and booze but also feeling a little obligated to join the party for their boss's girlfriend.

Though they were in two separate conversations and faced away from each other, his arm was still around her waist and her hand was settled on his thigh with her little finger drawing circles on the fabric on his jeans. Eventually, the flash of Liz checking her phone every few minutes under the table between them became distracting. "Are you waiting for a text?"

Liz shook her head and flipped her phone to vibrate, then held it between her knees. "No, sorry. Just checking the time."

Dave scanned the table to make sure no one was watching and pressed his lips against her ear. "Are you in that big of a hurry to get out of here? Cause we can-"

Her shoulders twitching interrupted him and she whipped out her phone so fast that all he was able to read was an incoming call, though not from who. "I have to take this," she muttered and quickly ducked under the table in her rush to get outside.

"Ugh!" Josie groaned and slumped back into Rami. "That better not be fucking Kyle." She said his name with such venom that Dave immediately shoved Taylor out of the booth so he could follow Liz.

He found her in the alley next to the bar grinning happily at her phone and all of his fears vanished when she excitedly waved him over. "Hi, Daddy!" she called into the speakerphone and dragged Dave the remaining few feet to her side.

Her father's laugh echoed from the phone, "You ready, kiddo?"

"Yep!"

Dave raised his eyebrows when he heard drumsticks click against each other and then a band launch into a punk version of the Beatles' Birthday. Liz laughed and shook her head, but when she touched her fingertips to her lips, Dave knew she was struggling. He loosely put his arms around her so he could see her face and kissed her forehead when she let a tear fall. When the song finished, they could hear the other musicians laughing and a few of them wishing Liz a happy birthday before it went quiet and a door clicked shut.

"Hey, sunshine," her dad finally said. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Dad. And thanks for the song."

"I sang that to you the day you were born and I told you I'd always sing it to you on your birthday, doesn't matter if you're here or in Paris or on the moon."

"Sometimes it feels like the moon," she said sadly.

Dave felt like he shouldn't be listening to this conversation, but he couldn't let her go.

"What's yours look like tonight?" her dad asked.

"Uh...," Liz moved in Dave's arms until she could see the moon above the trees. "Waxing gibbous."

"That's funny," her dad said, sounding exactly like Liz when he was teasing. "Mine's a waxing gibbous, too!"

"That is funny, Dad," she rolled her eyes making Dave smile.

Her father chuckled and the squeak of an office chair rang through the phone. "How's Dave?"

"He's-"

"He's never been happier," Dave said suddenly, wondering if it was the whiskey or the beer that made him pull that move.

There was a stunned silence from both Liz and her father before her dad spoke again. "Well that's good to hear," he said. "Kiddo, will you take me off speakerphone and give the phone to Dave?"

"Sure thing," she said quietly, though anxiousness was written all over her face. Oh shit.

"Dave?"

Oh fuck, what do I call him? What was her last name again? Finsen? Mr. Finsen? He panicked and finally decided on, "Yep?"

"I want to thank you for taking care of my daughter when she was in London."

"Oh... it was really nothing," he lied, staring at the wall just above Liz's head.

"No, it was definitely something," her father laughed. "She's a colossal pain the ass when it comes to things like following orders and doing as she's told. I'm afraid she gets that special trait from her mother."

Dave laughed before he could stop himself and Liz was leaned over, trying to listen in. "Well, she's healing and that's all I care about," he replied.

"Mmmhmmm...," her dad hummed like Liz did when she was deep in thought and finally said, "Well, I'll let you two get back to your festivities. I hope she'll let me meet you soon."

"Likewise. She said something about a CalJam family reunion," Dave searched Liz's face as he said it, hoping he wasn't overstepping.

"Oh she did?" he chuckled. "That might be something we could arrange. If you'll have us on such short notice, that is."

"Absolutely." Dave did the quick math in his head and determined that CalJam would be the ideal place to meet her family. There were so many excuses and places he had to be that he could just jet if things got awkward.

"Excellent. We'll see you in October then, Dave."

"Sounds great...," he hesitated,

"Steve," her dad finally said with an obvious grin. "Call me Steve."

"Sounds great, Steve," he said quickly. "I'll hand you back to Li... your daughter."

Liz snatched the phone from him and pressed it to her ear, "Hey... I know... okay... yes, Dad... I know he is... Of course, I do! Paris is a hell of a long way to go for someone, Daddy... all right I'll tell him... I love you too. See you on the full moon. Bye, Daddy."

She let out a long, relieved breath as she ended the call and shoved the phone in her back pocket. "He says thanks for the CalJam hook up."

"And?" he pressed, curious about her 'long way to go for someone' comment.

"And... he says you're a 'keeper'," she rolled her eyes and air quoted him, "and then he wanted to know if I love you."

"And?"

"And I do," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on his lips as he leaned into her. "A lot."

"Hey!" Taylor's voice startled them. "Break it up for a second!"

Dave flipped him off and continued kissing Liz, but she was giggling too hard to reciprocate and pulled away.

"We're going to a place up the street," Taylor explained. "The band recommended it. You guys down?"

Dave groaned inwardly, dreading what the next place might be like. He had pretended not to notice that the lead guitarist, drummer, and vocalist were all doing lines while he and Taylor were on stage and just knew it was going to be some sketchy dance club full of people lit on various club drugs.

"It's up to Liz," Dave shrugged and looked back at her as she nodded.

"Sure, let's go."

Dave and Liz walked behind the significantly smaller crowd of friends, her arm around his and their hands linked in his hoodie pocket. Most of their group had bailed off to either stay at La Feline or head back to the hotel to prepare for the trip to Italy.

"Here we go!" Josie sang several feet ahead of them and dragged Rami towards a nondescript door where a bouncer stood guard. He looked the group over with a distinct look of disapproval until his eyes landed on Dave, Taylor, and Liz.

"Suis moi," he grunted and pulled open the heavy wooden door to reveal a long, dark hallway.

Their group filed in two-by-two with Liz and Dave just behind Josie and Rami. "This better not be a sex club, Josephine," Liz hissed at her.

"No, I'll never take you to one of those ever again," Josie muttered.

Rami stopped so quickly that Dave nearly ran into the back of him. "Wait, what?"

Dave felt Liz's grip on his hand tighten when Josie took a breath to explain, but the muffled bass from the club exploded into the hallway when the bouncer opened the VIP door for them and drowned out her voice. They had just made it to their reserved table when Josie squealed and jumped onto Liz's back. "Liz, they have absinthe!"

"Oh... goody!" Liz laughed sarcastically and held Josie up by the back of her legs. "We'll be at the bar!"

He frowned when Liz turned away, but Josie caught him and pointed in his face. "You have her all night, bucko! Just give me ten minutes to get her nice and drunk. Giddy up!"

Ally went to follow but first leaned across the table to where Dave and Taylor had settled. "You guys want something?"

"Whiskey," they said simultaneously.

"We have a set ride back right?" Dave asked, leaning his head back against the booth and closing his eyes. He was drunk, drunk enough that the room was beginning to spin, but another whiskey was exactly what he needed to quit caring about the terrible trance-mix of pop songs blaring around them.

"Yeah, Gus has an SUV waiting whenever we need it," Taylor replied, but Dave wasn't listening. Rami was reiterating Josie's story to a couple of their techs and there were far more details than Dave had anticipated.

"... So they go to this club and of course they get right in because look at them, but it took Johnny like ten minutes to-"

"Wait, Johnny who?" Pat's guitar tech leaned forward, hanging on every word.

"Depp," Rami said quickly, "Josie was seeing him before me. Anyways, he gets in and they end up in this crazy room-"

Dave stared at Rami, watching his mouth move and his hands wave around, but all he could hear was a rushing sound similar to the one he got when he spent too much time directly in front of the speakers at a gig.

Then Taylor's voice came through the void, "Disco... come on, man."

He let Taylor pull him out of the booth and followed him outside. "Have a cigarette, calm the fuck down."

"I am calm," he grumbled.

"Yeah? Is that why you looked like you were going to commit a homicide in there?"

"She told me she didn't fuck him!"

"Who said she did?!" Taylor yelled back. "You're projecting again!"

"Goddamnit, Hawkins! Enough with your psychoanalyzing therapy bullshit!"

Taylor crossed his arms over his chest and bitterly chuckled as he stared at his shoes. "Yeah, heaven forbid I try to save you from losing the girl that 'made everything worth it again'."

Dave glared harshly at him, furious that he would throw his words back at him like that. He had said them the night he and Taylor got stoned on a balcony overlooking a Swedish river, talking about the women in their lives, both past and present.

"You know she didn't fuck him, dude. And even if she did, who fucking cares? It's in the past! Besides, she told Ally she only had you and her ex-husband under her belt... no pun intended, and she has no reason to lie to Ally."

Dave's hand that was holding his cigarette to his lips went limp. "She said what?"

Taylor only shrugged, waiting for him to come to the realization that once again, he had jumped the gun on being angry. "Look," he sighed. "You're the most compulsive motherfucker I've ever met and usually that works well for you, but right now? Slow your goddamn roll before Liz takes off for good."

"I have to hear it from her," he muttered and pushed away from the wall.

Just as he rounded the corner, he heard Taylor faintly whisper, "Stubborn motherfucker."

He stopped at the bar in VIP to put himself completely under the influence of whiskey and had just received his drink when Liz touched his elbow.

"Hey, can we talk?"

"Great plan," his voice was biting, unable to control his anger once again. "So you went to a fuck den with Depp?"

Liz paused for a moment, trying to catch her brain up, but to him it sounded like a hesitation. "I'm sorry, a what?"

He tossed the straw out of his glass and took a long drink, refusing to look at her. "Did you fuck him?"

"Dave, no," she pleaded, her hands now on his arm. "Now is not a good time for this..."

He slammed his drink back on the wooden bar and turned his body towards her, hunching his shoulders just enough that his eyes were level with hers. "Answer me!"

Her stare shifted off of him to a point over his shoulder before her eyes glazed over a bit. "I need some air," she mumbled and ducked her head, letting her hair fall in her face before turning away from him. He tried to grab for her arm, but she shrugged him off and disappeared into the crowd.

"Fuck!" he slammed his hand onto the bar next to his drink and raked his hand through his hair when he felt a delicate touch on his back.

"Hey," Jordyn said gently. "Trouble in paradise?"

#ThatBlueGibson

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