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I believe you would like it, having witnessed the things you have.

Breathing deeply, Tohnii would dissolve into his surroundings. The distant laughter of children as they tended to the hamsa, the comforting warmth of the morning sun before it crested the sky, foods so rich in spices that it tickled his nose... It all nourished his soul.

From rooftops on high in the gardens of Radz-at-Han, he often found himself meditating and deep in reflection. Seated upon a golden gaja of apparent local reputation, he could not help but reminisce.

Of home. Of the ships upon the Rhotano. Of soaring among the Sea of Clouds. Of his friends in Onokoro. Of the swirling deep Tempest. Of the edges of all horizons at the ends between worlds.

He exhaled slowlly, and took another deep breath. These were not the same skies, he realized. These are not the same scents, or sounds... Even the light of the sun was different. Yet, to look upon all of creation from on high, to place himself as one person--small, insignificant in the grander scheme of everything--gave him humility and comfort. To often lose himself wherever he went, climbing higher and higher into elevation so that even the air seemed sparse, and to place himself within that precise moment exactly as he was--it was a pleasure he sought time and again, for no one's sake, but his own.

A voice permeated his thoughts; one that he would never forget, which was an ironic thing to realize now. Raspy, drawling, and whimsical in its own right, he clearly recalled:

The world of old was a far better place than what we have now.

Tohnii simpered to himself, then opened his eyes from his meditative trance. He looked upon the brilliant colors of Radz-at-Han's beautiful fabrics and murals. He looked up at the clear, blue sky.

"You would have liked this, too, old friend."

#the ink long dry #tohnii croc #Thank u so much for the ask prompt!!! #this was fun to write too hehe

[carmyboobear]

Honestly I think if Carmy does dirty talk (once he gets some experience) he’s really going to love being condescending, and it’s so hot…

I AGREE. So much in fact that this was born. Wow. Heed the tags and proceed!!

Tags: explicit, dom carmy, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, carmy being mean, but also sweet

“You’re so easy,” Carmy says with a smug look. He’s pushing his cock steadily and and out, repeatedly stretching you out further when he bottoms out again and again. “All you need is a cock in you and you’re almost fuckin’ coming already.

“You just feel so good,” you whine in defense, but with the way you’re clenching down around him, pussy so wet it’s dribbling, it’s not very successful.

“You just like being stretched out,” Carmy retorts. He pulls back and lets the round head pop out before bullying his cock back into you. You writhe below him. “It doesn’t have to be my cock. Could be my fingers. Almost got all 5 fingers in there last time, didn’t we?”

“Carmy,” you moan, your pussy wrecked by his relentless pace and his dirty, dirty words. “B-But I—I like your cock…”

“I think you just like it when I come in you,” he says, voice low in your ears. “You like the feeling of my cum inside you. Whether it’s in your pussy or down your throat…” His fingers tweak at your clit, flicking it up, and you flinch with a surprised moan. “I should get a plug to keep it all inside you.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, scandalized, but the telltale sign of dense heat weighing in your gut says otherwise.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Going through your day with my cum in your pussy?” Carmy’s grinding his thick cock inside you, getting sweet friction on your walls. “Fuckin’ slut.”

His fingers pinch your clit, and you let out something akin to a sob.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp. The pressure’s so fucking tight. “Carm—“

“You’re so easy,” Carmy laughs lowly, breathlessly. “Go on, take it. Come like the easy slut you are.”

His fingers glide from side to side on your slippery clit in a blur as he thrusts in an even, firm rhythm that has you choking on your own gasps. You come with overwhelmed tears in your eyes, moaning Carmy’s name so loud it’s almost a scream. You’re throbbing so tightly on his dick like it’s a lifeline.

“Th-that’s fucking right—fffuck—“ His moans are deep, resonating from his core. He staggers inside you from the sharp pleasure of your tightening walls. He fucks you through your orgasm, stretching it out like a thin piece of gum until it snaps, and in turn, your hole sucks his cock so much he comes.

When he pulls out, his soft cock is smeared in a shiny mixture of your combined cum. Your cream lays thick on his shaft, and somehow, there’s still beads of his cum in his slit. Your mouth waters looking at it. So does your pussy. Carmy’s cum, pale and abundant, pools rapidly at your abused entrance and spills over.

“Look at you,” Carmy murmurs in awe. His thumb drags up from where you’re leaking and sinks inside, pushing his cum back in. “Took me so well, baby…”

He praises you with little kisses and affection, kissing gently at your legs, stomach, collarbone. Brings you close to him, brushes sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

“Sorry if I went too far,” Carmy mumbles after you’ve both come down. Your head rests on his chest, and you’re playing with the curls of his hair. “With anything.”

“You were wonderful,” you assure him. “Could’ve even been a little meaner and I would’ve liked it.” That gets an abrupt laugh out of him, equal parts embarassment and delight.

“Oh yeah?” You can tell by the way he’s saying it that he’s choosing to take that as a challenge. You can see the gears turning, and it’s making you a good kind of nervous. “I think I got a couple ideas.”

“Looking forward to it,” you say, like it doesn’t make you wanna squirm, and he smiles knowingly, bringing you in for another kiss.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #jeremy allen white #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy smut #my asks #HAHhhHHhhH I’ve been busy working and haven’t had much time to write so this ask collected dust for a bit… sorry!!! #I wasn’t brave enough to write carmy meaner but u KNOW I wanted to. anyway this was a fantastic prompt THANK YOU ANON. #hope everyone is having a fantastic day… #My blurbs #my smut

[eightyuh]

How do you come up with such interesting characters?

other recommendations:

I personally like to design as-if for TV animation!!! characters should be easy to draw repeatedly. this includes keeping their outfits, details, and color palettes simple. at the same time, what details are included should be memorable enough to develop an accurate first-impression, keep the viewers attention, and distinguish them at a glance against the rest of the cast.

incorporate asymmetry if possible! makes them look more dynamic, interesting, and natural. (from a former adventure time animator, can't find source :C they used marcelline's outfits as reference!)

mindset: put more focus on the character's volume than their shape. for ex: with an hourglass-figure, focus more on the individual curves and tucks than the "shape" of an hourglass. ( ^ same source)

every piece in your lineart is one of 2 options: curvy or straight. Lean into this with intention. (from Lauren Faust, mentioned during a Them's Fightin' Herds development stream)

have a crush on your characters!! "... You think of your absolute favorite movie and it was probably full of characters that felt like they were someone's favourite thing to wake up and play with. Like someone went to work and said 'I'm gonna make everyone love this f***er as much as I do." (Kelly Turnbull)

write around their personality flaws! providing the character's challenges up front presents a better lense for character growth, but it can also make them more endearing if their imperfection resonates with the audience. i would much rather watch a character actively clash with their struggle than eventually one day find out 'their weakness' (ahem shounen anime does this a lot).

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thank u so much for this ask!! i'm very flattered :"""D hope this helps!

#ask #mod #reference #my degree is in animation btw i have many thoughts on this #gtwac #< --- i'm counting this as gtwac day 12 because it seemed to line up with the prompt from yesterday when this was submitted? if that's okay #thank u so much ahh im glad u think my characters r interesting !!

[cedobols]

I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷

Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.

xoxoxo love ur work 💕

#ask #my art #sebastian vettel #mark webber #martian #sebmark #thank you so much for liking my art ; that means a lot to me…. wahhh giving u hugsa and kisses #thank you also for the prompt heheh ive drawn this meme before but not with martian so i was happy to do it!!!!! #i like how ur mind works……. #REALLY THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT. Y HEART IS FULL. #ILL CONTINUE DRAWING THESE BOYS TILL MY LAST DAYS #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[hourcat]

piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰

10. Bodyguard AU

Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.

Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…

Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.

He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.

Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.

But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.

"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"

Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.

But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"

Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.

"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.

Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."

Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.

"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"

And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.

"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.

Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.

#i almost made this about bodyguard (bbc) but honestly the thought of it alone did so much damage i could not continue #love u babe thank u for sendinggggg #anyway. this is another train fic have fun<33 #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #romance prompt meme #ask reply #teamnick #AU tag

[sheikahwarriork]

Got a prompt for you

Dimileth Post-Timeskip pre-Gronder unplanned pregnancy

(thank you so much anon, i had so much fun writing this!! hope you enjoy it too :3 <3)

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“Fuck!”

“… Fuck indeed”.

Byleth looked up at Mercedes, biting her lips. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!”

Mercedes sighed, visibly worried for her professor. “I think… you should at least tell him, professor. The final choice is entirely yours, of course, but he has to know”. She hesitated. “He needs to know”.

Byleth lowered her gaze. “Sadly, I think you’re right”.

The former mercenary was standing in front of the Cathedral, unable to step inside. She caressed her belly almost unconsciously. ‘You’re not a mistake. I just… I'd rather prefer you not to meet your father when he’s… like that’.

The belly didn’t respond.

Byleth was angry. Furious. She had never felt such rage, not even to Kronya the day Jeralt died. And the worst part? She didn’t even know who exactly this rage was for. Herself? Maybe. Destiny? Not exactly; destiny was Sothis, and Sothis was long gone. Him? Well, yes, of course; but not only. Biology? That one, too. Maybe especially it.

Byleth’s gaze wandered inside the Cathedral, immediately recognizing his figure, standing in front of the old Goddess statue, as he did every single fucking day since they reunited.

Okay, maybe that anger was totally for Dimitri. What did he do, since she woke up, since she found him? Kill, talk to the dead; kill, argue with Byleth; kill; and kiss her. He kissed her. He fucking kissed her. That damn bastard, who once was so afraid of his feelings he even took back his love confession, had the gall to grab her and kiss her like she was water and he was lost in a desert. He kissed her at the worst time possible because she had waited for it for so long, and that wasn’t the right time. She had kissed him back. Byleth missed her Dimitri; missed the sweet prince, missed the caring student, missed her kind friend. She shouldn’t have kissed him back. She should have scolded him, have stepped back. That… that wasn’t her Dimitri. Her lips weren’t for that… not-Dimitri. She should have gone away. She hadn’t, of course, because when Dimitri’s hungry lips captured hers, she felt… desire. Longing. Fire; a burning sensation she thought would kill her instantly. It hadn’t. She indulged in the fire, she lost herself in that fire. She was fire; she had been since the beginning.

Byleth shook her head; it was pointless to think about… that. What is done is done.

She stepped inside the Cathedral; he didn’t turn to her, his shoulders startled slightly, the only sign he noticed her presence.

Oh, the anger was back. Like a tsunami. “Oi, asshole!” Byleth shouted, unable to stop herself. “I have something important to tell you, so at least, look at me”.

Dimitri hesitated for a moment, but apparently something in Byleth’s tone caught his curiosity, since he did turn to her. He just shot her a vague questioning glare.

Byleth sighed. She thought about the advice Mercedes gave her, about what to tell him, how to tell him—

“I’m pregnant”.

It didn’t go exactly as planned.

Dimitri’s eyes widened, the hand holding Areadbhar twitched. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her for forty seconds straight.

“… Who”, he eventually said.

Byleth furrowed. “What?!”

“Who dared touch you”, Dimitri growled, his voice raising in tone.

Byleth blinked a few times. “What the hell do you mean”.

Dimitri was getting closer; he stopped a few inches from Byleth’s face.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill whoever dared to touch you, no, whoever dares to even look at you—”

‘Oh… oh heavens, no. He can’t be that dumb, can he?’

“What are you talking about?”

“… The baby’s father, of course”, he hissed, visibly annoyed. “Who is he”. Dimitri looked away, almost as if he was unable to hold her gaze. Almost as if he feared the answer.

‘Oh. He is that dumb’.

“Who do you think he is?” Byleth asked, almost casually. He was going to pay for his dumbness, and she deserved some fun.

Dimitri turned to her, anger in his eyes. “Don’t tease me, you! Tell me who dared touch my—”

“‘Your’ what? Am I yours now?” Byleth interrupted him, folding her arms, holding his gaze.

Dimitri gasped and fell silent. Byleth, still looking him in the eye, grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.

“This is yours. This— is ours”. ‘You dumbass’, she also thought, but decided to keep it to herself.

Dimitri’s eyes went from their joined hands to her face, looking at her in disbelief.

“Keep in mind—I’m not asking you for help or… or opinions. I don’t need them and don’t care about them. I’m just telling you because you have the right to know—”

Byleth stopped talking when Dimitri suddenly dropped to his knees, their joined hands still placed on Byleth’s belly. It took her a few seconds to notice he was sobbing. Desperately sobbing.

“I’m sorry”, Dimitri was mumbling. “I’m so sorry”.

Yes, Byleth was generally angry with him, but she didn’t hate him. Quite the opposite, in fact. That’s why she yielded and took his face in her hands, looking at him. “Why are you apologizing, Dimitri?” she asked softly.

Dimitri startled, as he did every time Byleth called him by his name. He tried to turn away, but Byleth kept holding him, looking him in the eye. “Answer me”, she demanded.

“I…” Dimitri gasped, searching for words. “Your… child… deserves a better father. A better person. All I know how to do is kill… I have to… They… are telling me this is wrong; I do not have the right—”

“Dimitri”, Byleth interrupted firmly. “A soon-to-be-human is growing inside me. A child will be born. I will be their mother, you will be their father. Now, tell me. Who is more important? The long-gone ones, or the coming ones? Who do you want to dedicate your life to? What, who does your life belong to?”

Dimitri’s eyes were shut, tears along his cheeks. “I… want… it to be yours. Both of you”. His eyes opened. “But, tell me, professor... Please, Byleth, tell me... How do I silence their desperate pleas? How do I... How do I save them? Ever since that day nine years ago... I have lived only to avenge the fallen… How could I be a fitting father for a small creature if I can’t even please those that are already here…”

“Those are not here, Dimitri”, Byleth whispered, her forehead touching his. “But I’m here, and they… they will be soon”, she added, bringing his hand back to her belly. “You just need to choose. Not necessarily now. I’ll… wait for you; I’ll always wait for you.” Her vision was blurred. Was she crying too? ‘I miss you, Dimitri. I miss you so much. Please, don’t leave me alone anymore…’

She would wait until the end of time, if needed, to have a glimpse of her Dimitri back. She knew it, and it hurt. Because she was aware she’d never stop loving him. And, sometimes, to love means to wait. And, often, waiting is painful.

Lost in her tears, she didn’t immediately notice Dimitri’s hands softly caressing her cheeks. When she did, she opened her eyes to meet Dimitri’s resolute gaze. “And I’ll always choose you, my beloved.”

#thank u so muchhhh i hope the grammar is right oh my god #im so tired rn and writing in english is DIFFICULT #i have another ask with a prompt but ill work to it tomorrow #also guys why lately are you asking me about dimileth babies. even the other ask is about children #im 23 please dont make me think too much about having kids HELp #joking im appreciating these asks SO MUCH I LOVE UUU #dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #my fic #dimileth fic #angst with a happy ending #<3 #sothis ships dimileth

[paarthursass]

uhm hiii “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” for the prompts?

touch-starved prompts

"You deserve better than this."

Aurel paused, spoon hovering over his bowl as he glanced over at Wyll. "Oh, come now, Gale's cooking isn't that bad. At the very least, he's certainly gotten better now that we have access to the Last Light's kitchens."

"Not the food," Wyll said, fondness flickering in his gaze in spite of the sad tilt to his mouth. "...I fear I've done a poor job of courting you."

"A poor job of — what?"

Aurel set the bowl down as he turned to face Wyll fully. He glanced briefly over at their companions, but he and Wyll had taken their dinner on the outskirts of Last Light's shores, away from the others. They wouldn't be disturbed; unless the others got nosy (which was always a possibility.)

"What in the Nine Hells brought this on?" Aurel asked, turning his gaze back to Wyll.

"The Hells are part of the problem, I fear," Wyll's lips twitched into a small, sardonic smile. "Or Mizora, rather. Her, these blasted tadpoles, Ketheric Thorm and his Cult of the Absolute...were we in Baldur's Gate, I could have done this properly. I'd have invited you to dine with me at the finest restaurants on the shores of the Chionthar, taken you to see the best concerts performed by the Gate's most accomplished orchestra. We could have attended one of Duke Stelmane's balls on each other's arms, and I'd have pulled you to the side to whisper sonnets in your ear."

"Only sonnets?" Aurel quirked an eyebrow, and the impish grin on his lips only grew at how Wyll flushed.

"Had we met at some posh soiree, I'm not entirely sure it would have been the fairy-tale you're envisioning, my dear," Aurel went on, reaching out to gently fix the ties of Wyll's tunic. And if he allowed his fingertips to brush against the exposed collarbone of Wyll's chest, the way Wyll's throat bobbed was certainly worth the liberty.

"I used to be quite the rake, you know. I thought I could drown all my sorrows in wine and dancing and meaningless trysts in the dead of night. Of course I gave all that up long ago, but seeing the strapping Blade of Frontiers in top form on the dance floor may have tempted me towards acting the scoundrel again."

The flush had spread from Wyll's ears down to his neck, but he seemed determined to push past whatever ungentlemanly thoughts Aurel had inspired as he took Aurel's hands in his own.

"That's part of what I mean," he insisted. "After everything you have weathered, after everything you have given...you deserve better. You deserve sonnets, songs, and a man who can bare his soul to you freely."

"Your soul will be free soon enough, if I have anything to say about it," Aurel sniffed and raised his chin an inch. Wyll smiled, and he squeezed Aurel's hands between his own.

"You prove my point yet again. I was already smitten, but seeing you haggle with Mizora for my soul stole my heart again thricefold."

"Flirt. But don't think you can charm your way out of this one, Wyll Ravengard."

Aurel freed his hands, but only so he could cup Wyll's face in them.

"I don't know where that little voice in your head is coming from, but I will not have it sowing such nonsense. In case you didn't notice, I am completely and utterly smitten with you, too. And nothing, not Mizora, not these tadpoles, nor the Absolute itself — whatever it may be — will change that."

Aurel allowed his thumb to gently trace the scar on Wyll's cheek, and as his eyes roamed his handsome face, the stubborn glint to Aurel's eyes softened into affection.

"I would trade every single ball for that dance we shared under the stars. I would turn my ear from the finest orchestras just for the sound of your laugh. And I would discard the finest wines just to sit by your side, eating Gale's mediocre soup."

Finally, a huff of a laugh from Wyll. The corners of his eyes crinkled, his cheeks dimpled as he smiled, and both proved far too tempting for Aurel. He kissed him — at the corners where his eye crinkled, teasingly at the side of his mouth where his cheeks dimpled, and then finally coming to rest at his lips. He held him there for a moment, one hand moving to caress the back of Wyll's neck. And when they parted, it was only for a breath as Aurel rested his forehead against Wyll's.

"You don't need to earn my affection," he murmured. "Not now, not ever. You are more than enough to me; not Ravengard's son, not the Blade of Frontiers, you."

Wyll gave a shaky exhale, but Aurel knew him well enough by now to recognize the gleaming of his eyes meant joy, not grief. Wyll moved, arms wrapping around Aurel and pulling him closer into a tight, warm hug. One that Aurel happily returned, stroking his fingers along Wyll's shoulder blades as he rested their heads together.

"Does this mean you don't want me to continue to court you?" Wyll asked after a moment. Aurel snorted.

"Now, I never said that," he protested as they parted. Wyll's eyes glimmered with amusement. "I only meant that you needn't feel obligated, dear one. You can rest assured that there is no pursuit required; you have quite masterfully caught me already."

"With quarry like you? Only because you allowed me to."

"Oh, let's not get caught up in the details of how you caught me, what matters is that you did. And you do. Have me that is."

Aurel's gaze had softened again, though his lips were still upturned into a playful smile. But he gently stroked his thumb along Wyll's jawline as he searched his gaze.

"Are we better?" he asked quietly. "Or do I need to scold that pesky inner voice some more before it goes away?"

Wyll laughed. "Oh, the doubts will always be there. But never about you. And I think you've done a splendid job of pushing them back, for the moment at least."

"Well, you just let me know if they come crawling back," Aurel sighed. "I'll drive them off again. Or at the very least find a very clever way to distract you."

"I'm sure you will," Wyll laughed, pulling Aurel in to press a kiss to his forehead. "As you always do."

#asks #hi yes this got out of hand <3 #thank u so much for the prompt tho asldfjsd #just when i was thinking about missing wyll's EA tiefling party scene #if the game won't let me comfort him then i'll do it MYSELF #baldur's gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #aurel x wyll #oc: aurel #now on to the angsty prompt u sent me

[padfootastic]

james potter and harry potter, prompt: memories

helloooooo 💜 i actually loved this one hehe (and it’s only 105 words! the closest we’ve gotten so far)

Sometimes Harry thinks he’s broken, not right. Like Voldemort’s curse did succeed in killing him, just not entirely.

He thinks it again, as he sees his father dangling a helpless Snape by his ankle. Recognises the edge of cruelty as one that greets him every morning in the mirror. Waits with bated breath for something more that never arrives. Disappointingly, Snape is let down without further fanfare.

It’s later, after a patchwork of lies he feeds Sirius and Remus to know more, that he admits to himself: the memories didn’t bother Harry because he’s suddenly ashamed of his father. They bothered him because he isn’t.

#james potter #harry potter #playing around w harry being a morally grey lil shit #and james too #i like it when characters r unapologetic actually #a lil glint of malice there an edge of cruelty here #makes it so much more exciting #also this one feels more complete #but man it was hard #the 100 words is…tough #but. #as always #thank u for the prompt!! #pen’s asks #pen’s writing #ask game

[lewishamil10n]

46 …out of envy or jealousy + wincest

For the kiss ask game?

46. out of envy or jealousy

It's not everyday that Dean finds people that are even taller than Sam. It's rarer still that he finds them in a group, instead of one at a time.

And finding them surrounding Sam? That has not happened before.

They're not a threat. This much Dean has deduced the moment he set eyes on them. They're huge, yes — big bulky men in racing leathers and long pulled back hair and handlebar mustaches, biceps bulging with faded tattoos stretched onto them. They would look menacing, if Dean hadn't seen worse. The leather and metal studs look is not exactly friendly, though, even to hunters.

The strangest part is this — they are all sitting in a circle around Sam at the bar, while he holds on to his drink, his face pink. He's smiling, a little awkward but not uncomfortable, and Dean can tell that while the attention is unexpected, he's not entirely averse to it.

He pastes a smile to his face as he approaches, clearing his throat when he's close enough to the group. As intended, it makes Sam notice him. Dean takes a moment to feel warm at the way Sam's face lights up, his smile growing as he sees him.

"Dean!"

"Heya, Sammy." He smiles back. "Made some new friends?"

Sam blushes again. "Yeah," he says. "Um. Dean, this is..."

"We're the local biking club," says one of them, the one sitting closest to Sam. He also happens to be the biggest.

"Right," says Sam. "And this is Dean," he adds.

"You two are new here, ain't ya?" asks another one, to the other side of Sam. There's no space for Dean to sit, a fact which irks him.

"It's been a couple years," Dean answers.

"Campbells, right?"

Sam nods.

"Have we met before?" Dean asks, with the nicest smile he can muster up.

"Nah," says the first guy, shaking his head. "Heard about y'all from Linda at the bakery. She didn't mention how cute this one is, though." He elbows Sam, who almost falls off the barstool.

"Sorry," says the second one, catching Sam. "Bill over there don't know his own strength."

Dean doesn't know about that, but he's pretty sure if this keeps up he'll find out about Dean's strength. He hopes it doesn't come to that; he could take them, probably, but he wouldn't escape unscathed. Still, if it has to be done for Sam's honor... he will. Without hesitation.

"Sorry," Bill echoes.

"'S fine," Sam says. He's blushing again. If this is what a tiny compliment does to him, Dean really should get in on that action. He's got to immunize Sam so that this doesn't happen again. He resolves to shower Sam in compliments from here on out, and hopes it won't make Sam check him for possession.

The idea gets pushed to the back of his mind fairly quickly, however, when Bill leans in again. "So, as I was sayin' before," he says, and Dean gets the sense he's interrupted a conversation. Good, he thinks smugly.

"Um, were you?" Sam asks. Bill isn't in his personal space, so he doesn't look very put off, but he does look awkward again. Dean notes that while the group is nearby, it's only Bill and his friend who are talking to Sam. They've seemingly taken care not to pen him in or force themselves into his personal space, and none of them are touching him. It seems to be just talking, for now, and Dean's glad they're respecting Sam.

Then Bill says "Would you be interested in dinner? I make a mean meatloaf."

"Dinner?" Sam repeats.

Bill nods. "Doesn't have to be at my place. Could be anywhere." He looks nervous.

Sam opens his mouth to respond, but Dean, all his goodwill having vanished, gets there before him. "He's spoken for," he says loudly.

"Wait, really?" asks the second guy. Bill's wingman, guesses Dean.

"Yeah," says Dean, still loud.

"Are you?" Bill asks Sam.

"Uh, yeah," Sam says after a moment. "Guess so," he adds, turning to give Dean a look.

"By?" asks Bill's wingman.

"Relax, Jim," Bill says. "He doesn't have to tell us. Sorry, Sam," he adds. "I didn't know."

"No, it's fine," Sam begins. "I didn't really find the chance to say—"

"And it's fine, Jim can ask," Dean cuts in. He's just had an idea, something even better than compliments and with less chances of having holy water splashed in his face. "'S me, Jimbo."

Jim looks confused. "What?"

"He's spoken for by me," Dean clarifies, and makes eye contact with Sam. This okay?

Sam gives him the minutest of nods.

Dean goes for it.

He leans in, tilting his head down to kiss Sam, who's still seated. It's not something he would have considered doing in public, before — but now, with Sam's mouth on his, he thinks he definitely needs to step his game up.

Someone in the back wolf-whistles. Nearby, someone mutters, "I thought they were brothers?"

"Nah, married, I think," replies someone else. "'S why they got the same last name."

"Why not both?" murmurs Dean against Sam's mouth, and can't help but grin at the way it makes Sam laugh, soft and bright.

#asks #fandom hoarder #ask game #my writing #wincest #supernatural #thank u so much for the prompt !! i had fun with it omg

[mushiewrites]

Finding Giggly Gogy

from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3

prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)

As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment. 

They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch. 

His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion. 

“What are you-” 

“I really want to tickle you right now.” 

“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”

“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap. 

“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp. 

“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands. 

“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.  

“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?” 

George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs. 

“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him. 

“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again. 

“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches. 

“Mhmhm!! Nhn!” 

Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.

“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter. 

“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink. 

“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.

“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in. 

“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through. 

“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?” 

The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did. 

And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.

#lee!george #ler!dream #hehehehe #i loved writing this so much it was very fast for once #when i asked cal if he thought it was ready #he said #and i quote #'yes i need other people to see ur crimes' #what a cry baby amirite :3 #anyways #i love dnf #i love lee george #i love ler dream #i love cal #i love this prompt #i just love this entire thing as a whole #thank u for coming to my rant enjoy #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[seithr]

top 5 blazblue character designs

YIPPEE BLAZBLUE

I feel like my tastes are known but I still will take this chance to gush a bit about the characters and design philosophy of em that Ive always been real fond of :)

No particular order here or else I'll be here all night formatting on mobile. More under the cut!

HAKUMEN it goes without saying I LOVE HAKUMEN'S DESIGN SO MUCH. The taloned tabi, the silhouette of wide pants and closefitted shinguards/torso. The faces/eyes scattered across his armour while the face is totally blank—made more unreadable and inhuman by the slats of neck guard. Fox-ears built into the helm shape to feel both animal and mechanical like antennae...and obviously the longass hair to sell the "tailed" look.

I remember reading really early on into liking BlazBlue—I can't remember the source, come maul me if I'm wrong—I read that Hakumen as a character and design was made when Mori was in middle or highschool, the idea of "what is really cool," and much of those ideas stayed. I not only really respect that and think its charming as someone who still likes MY own designs from that time, but, as it turns out, middle schoolers are still right. Hakumen is very cool. Augh. Fucking? Time travelling fox-robot samurai who's here to kill his brother to save him and also himself because his old self wanted to do the same thing for the wrong reason and thay thought disgusts him. Also him and Tsubaki in general make me start to choke (positive). God ok I have four more guys to discuss. Yes i also like Susanoo but I feel like thats a copout, I like that he's both animalistic and brutal martial arts as the God of War. Anyways CONTINUING

VALKENHAYN R HELLSING I will admit that he is an old man in a suit and that speaks to me but that he's one of the strongest beings alive as a old man in a suit ohh. And he's a werewolf ohhhh. Shifting just his body parts to kick and rip with his claws, quickly leaping back and forth between a normal bone-breaking jab or knee or biting and snarling—the dance between raw force and refined precision and a brutal tear's always been sooo cool to see and think about. I also think his ribbon in his hair moving to his wolfy tail is very cute. A man of sharp extremes from refined to flashing his fangs, human and wolf, cool and very cute. I like him :)

TSUBAKI YAYOI her uniform is so nice uruururururugh. Big cape and the way it drapes around her in combat like wings... Her sword and buckler/Izayoi looking so unique for being a "basic sword and shield for the hero"-type of deal! The eye on her hat's always been really striking too—the only "cold" colours being her and her uniforms eyes.....................Sparing a glance at Hakumen's recurring red eyes for no reason here. Knightly angel women and her flower-like "tassets" hanging off her clothes. Its a uniform which plausibly feels like it could be a uniform—she doesn't have anything uniquely "hers" or "for this female character" while still being really standout and clean. Her design's just really good guys. You can do so much.

Really want to mention her masked look too at least really quick here. my girllllll...

RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE well of course I really like his design. Yeah him being here is partially obligation because I love his character a lot but both things inform each other in the end. Mr Grim Reaper, Enemy of the World, red-and-black with a demon's arm on one side and a rebuilt one on the other. His big red coat and the oversize shoulders! The massive baggy pants—I love the silhouette he has. Blood Scythe/Aramasa/His sword transforming and able to clack around and shift's just. Always been such a cool design. Seithr-powered man, devil-smoke powered man, ashes of your own old dead self-powered man. Ragna is fucking cool auauauuuaghrhg.

And it DOES only make it more charming that he has a good heart, has a bit of a Kicked Puppy charm about him if you can pardon uhh that implication. He is just some fucking guy and he likes barbecues. He is sweet and cares for stray cats. His dad is a cat. He blows up the government regularly. He's a rebel who visually looks really clean if "intentionally trying to look like someone you should think is cool", which is both dork-charming and cute and also actually yeah cool because it's not a visual mess.

I like that his arm underneath is all belts and bandaged—Bloodedge only wearing half his coat for example is such a good look and it shows his clean black shirt underneath, which feels a lot like... Under that big eyecatching rebel coat of his (personality), Ragna's... Ragna, I don't know. I hope that makes sense. Knowing his personality makes me like his design a lot more than if I didn't I think.

As mentionned in Hakumen's block of text however: I already really like chuuni-ass designs, so combined in Ragna he makes me unwell entirely.

And last (I am running out of images allowed per post :((((( )

Kitty peepaw. I am cheating slightly here. I like the Kaka Kittens' big hoods too and think they're very cute and very eyecatching and I adore them always—the kittens especially being stompy little things that travel in packs are really cute. I love that Jubei, actual strongest thing in the world, has the oversized paw sleeves too. There's cat claws bigger than his body stored in what looks like emo kids' oversize hoodie sleeves. He's so simple and still the imagery of that coat gets reused several times over and it looks good every time. Orange kitty peepaw. AND he has an eyepatch, how can I not like eyepatches.

There are my 5 favourite BlazBlue designs :> Sorry if them all being C series or smth is boring wauh. I can spend as long as I want thinkinh about it but I do always seem to come back to these guys, give or take one change depending on the mood. Unchanging faves are Hakumen and Tsubaki for sure and forever though.

#LONG POST #REALLY FUCKING LONG POST #IF MY READMORE BREAKS I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE. I AM PUTTING A BUNCH OF TAGS TO HOPEFULLY DISSUADE SHOWING UP IN MAINTAGS #JUUUUST IN CASE..... ANYWAYS #smellpelt #BB designs have an important place in my heart but these guys especially have a special place in my Brain #To the extent they're a sort of inspiration I jiggle around in there for fun in shapes and clothing and pushing it around/reusing/etc #I dont have much to say about them but I like to think about their design choice: Azrael Kagura and aforementioned Susanoo #Azrael's coat kick esp and the sort of. i guess wrestler aura around him. I can't pick it apart but like it. the pant leg sleeve is neat #Kagura I like holding him up to Jin comparatively. You can read his personality off the difference with the open shirt+I prefer #How Kagura's mantle+loose flappy sleeves look to Jin's. Is it the detail? It feels there's more to 'read' there. I like his ed. of uniform #And while Kag is wearing tight fitted pants I like them more than how thin Jin's legwear makes it look. just personal pref idk #Susanoo (MUST DIE starts playing loudly) it is known. #blazblue #Thank u for your prompt i lov and mis blazblue so bad forever mwah mwah I love you BlazBlue #My asks

[karamazovanon]

Smerdyakov: 1,2,3 and 12 (for the character ask thingy)

(character ask game!)

AHHH SMERDYAKOV MY BELOVED THANK U 4 ENABLING ME TO RANT ABT HIM.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

oh man WHERE TO FUCKING BEGIN. he!! he's such a smug little shitlord and it's one of my favorite dosto psychological archetypes, a character who feels so different from everyone else & so isolated that they end up feeling better than everyone (e.g. smarter, like smerd's bit about the creation myth) while also worse than everyone (e.g. smerd's deep insecurity about his social standing esp compared to his brothers, idolizing ivan). he's just the Are you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go ape shitt? meme a little bit. also he's just a weird little control freak. i love my lil bouillon boy.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

FAVORITE is hard omg. i really love that he plays guitar and sings in falsetto........ he's just a little guy!!! and the line. the fucking line. "I exterminate my life by my own will and inclination, in order to blame no one." what a raw fucking line. and such a concise statement of pavel as a character, who spends the entire novel fighting to exercise his free will and establish his agency as a human being in the eyes of everyone around him through any means possible, and then he only finally gets the power he wants so badly by weaponizing the societal perceptions of him he hates so much (at first fyodor pavlovich only gives half a fuck about him when he starts having fits, then later on he gets away with murder by affirming their views of him as epileptic/weak, stupid, cowardly, "just a lackey", etc etc ive ranted abt this before). smerdyakov get behind me. he did nothing wrong

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

i mean. it's gotta be the killing small animals as a child right. like we can agree on that. that's not cool baby pavel. (to be fair though. it's also interesting symbolically as a reflection of his power struggle throughout his lifetime—even as a kid he was looking for creatures with even less power than he so he could feel like he was in control of something for once, which then turned to obsession over food, arguing with his father/master, murder, etc. Wish he didn't have to kill cats about it though !)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

oooooo hmmmmm. this probably doesn't count as a headcanon but i do want him and katya to talk shit about ivan just once. i just KNOW they'd get his ass. also not to be predictable but i absolutely hc him as gay and not even in the im just making everyone gay bc i am way, in a 100% serious this-is-a-valid-interpretation-of-the-text way. i just think his utter lack of interest in women, alienation from society, insecurity about being Born Wrong, distaste for religion (esp. how illogical it is), etc is so very gaycoded. also that line about fyodor pavlovich offering to set him up with a girl to marry: "'Perhaps you ought to marry some girl, do you want me to find you one?' But this kind of talk would only make Smerdyakov turn pale with annoyance, and he would not reply." (tr. mcduff) like that was me on thanksgiving when my aunt asked if i had a boyfriend yet im sorry!!

#THANK U FOR THE ASK <3 THIS GOT SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO MY BADDDD #im just obsessed w him. every single aspect of his character is so symbolic and deep & this is why i love dosto &classics in general so muc #literally everything is so so intentional. and all the parallels he has with the other brothers make me BONKERS #okay rant over i might be late to class now oops #anonasks #tbk #the brothers karamazov #pavel smerdyakov #smerdyakov #idk what my tagging system is atp #anon ask game #i will do more in a bit......there are some RLY good ones in my inbox so far yall always send the best prompts muah

[ruvviks]

bones please spare some isaac facts...tell me about the vibes and lore and everything you want. also what's his fave blood type to drink if he has one perhaps..(i'm taking notes)

HEHEHE THANK YOU SM i have so much to say about this man. but also he hasn't existed for very long in my brain yet so there's still many things missing from his lore currently. but here is a start for you :^)

isaac is a couple centuries old by now and from a (currently unnamed) bloodline that's a bit different from other bloodlines. all vampires have double fangs, their puncture fangs which are the regular ones they use to draw blood with, and their venomous fangs, which only come out when they want to change someone. for isaac's bloodline, the venomous fangs are a lot smaller which makes them less painful to extend and the process is quicker; but at the same time, even the smallest mistake in dosage could kill a victim rather than change them. this is why his bloodline is very small in comparison to others and changing a human into a vampire is always done in a big ritual rather than on impulse, to make sure they get the right dosage. this is how isaac was turned into a vampire :(

his bloodline is also more likely to have their feral sense (uncontrollable mode in which they hunt for blood until they're no longer feral) activated which is why they have to feed regularly and CANNOT miss any meals unlike other bloodlines who can usually miss a meal or two. their feral sense can sneak up on them without a warning and it will cause them to go feral until either their hunger or their "urge" (something vamps get sometimes when they want to change other humans. it's like a vampire ovulation) is sated. this is why many vampires of isaac's bloodline are pretty rich or important people who have other vampires working for them to provide them with enough blood so they'll never go feral by accident

isaac is VERY different from his bloodline though. he grew up in a modest family somewhere in the east of the united states and after he was turned he hid himself away in an old abandoned chapel for many many years, feeding on wildlife and the occasional unfortunate soul who wandered too far into the woods. he ended up hunted down by heavenly, my other oc for this story, who is a vampire hunter but at that point was still very young and on his first ever vampire hunt without his father; heavenly was unable to kill isaac and let him go, after which isaac moved to jericho :]

jericho is a big city on the west coast of the united states and it's essentially a vampire hub, in the sense that the government knows about the existence of vampires but isn't telling the general public but the general public tends to also know about the existence of vampires but it's also not uncommon to come across people who've never heard of them. but at the same time it's also not a huge shock to find out that vampires exist. and in jericho there's many of them and it's like a safe haven for them. am i making sense here

anyway isaac runs a church in jericho now! it's less used as an actual church and more just a homeless shelter and general shelter and community center and food bank AND blood bank all in one, for humans and vampires alike, and he's a very important member of the community he lives in :^) he really wants to help people and improve lives despite the reputation of his bloodline

it's at the same time pretty dangerous for him to be in such a lively place because if he misses a meal even once he could go on a murderous rampage. but it's a risk he's willing to take, knowing he's making a difference and not wanting people to lose their stability in life because he decides to leave or something like that

i don't have much for the story yet but the idea is that heavenly shows up in jericho give or take 2-3 decades after first meeting isaac and they reunite :^) heavenly ends up helping isaac with the blood shortage crisis and also ends up as his personal blood bag because he's a freak and a weirdo who likes getting his blood sucked by vampires. and also he's gay for isaac. and i get him. me too

#asks #envergothash #ask:isaac #oc asks #THANK U FOR THIS RENA. I AM GOING INSANE ABOUT THIS STORY SO MUCH RIGHT NOW #literally the second my brain gave me the prompt 'vampire priest' i knew it was over for me. and man is it over for me #i'm still putting together the lore for all the bloodlines and age categories and stuff but i have a pretty solid idea for isaac's bloodlin #they're VERY scary when feral you really do not want to run into one of them when they're feral. eyes entirely white and all that #super super fast and agile and because of the venomous fangs that are smaller and faster they don't have to like #stay in one place a lot. which is part of why they're so fast #also another thing. he will sometimes just drain a human from their blood entirely just to prevent himself from going feral #it's a sacrifice he's willing to make to keep others safe. which makes the fact that his name is isaac even tastier #and there's also something about heavenly's name being That. and then ending up together with isaac. also heavenly is trans btw

[mariatesstruther]

Do you think Maria's kids would use Uncle or Tio for Joel? Given their casting I think the Millers are meant to be Spanish in decent (Pedro's Chilean but Gabriel's Mexican I think?) so I'm curious as to what they'd go with culturally. Sarah said Uncle though.

i think they’d use both! at least that’s what i’ve personally imagined and written in some of my fics—i will say tho, i’m not bilingual nor do i speak spanish, so if someone with more cultural reference and authority for this would like to chime in, i’d take their word over mine!

i just personally think that in jackson, maria and the community would be encouraging the kids to learn as much as they can and pickup as many skills as they can, including speaking multiple languages. i think it’d be so so so cool for the school to have like little languages classes where jackson community members that speak something other than english teach classes to whoever wants to learn, from kids to adults

so from this line of thought, it’s my personal little headcanon that baby miller LOVES learning languages, loves listening and babbling and eventually saying new words. so maria and tommy and joel and ellie take turns taking ‘em to all the language classes they can, pretty much like 4 nights a week for years and years. by the time baby miller is five, they speak an impressive a bit english, spanish, french, portuguese, and tagalog. before they know it, they’ve unintentionally raised a little polygot!!!

so they’re really not just limited to using uncle and tío, but also calling maria and tommy and joel and ellie endearments and their family titles in every language they know

#THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK ANON IT WAS FUN #for anyone waiting for a response its coming!!! i basically treat asks like prompts #much much much love to u have a good day and a forehead kiss #the millers #baby miller #tlou #tlou headcanons #tlou hcs #tlou hbo #jackson #jackson vibes #maria miller #tommy miller #joel miller #ellie williams #they all each try to learn an extra language so they can help baby miller #but their brain is just too fast #joel and maria best friend agenda #idk why thats here but it is #asked and answered

[padfootastic]

james potter and Severus snape , word: potioneer

Please and ty ❤👀

hohohooo sadie coming in strong 👀 i’m so sorry i couldn’t help dunking on snape, he’s just so,,,,,easy to pick on 💀

Little known fact about James: just because he didn’t like potions, doesn’t mean he wasn’t damned good at it. He’d learnt at the knee of Fleamont Potter, the greatest potioneer of the last century, after all.

Snape realises this only a few minutes into their combined brew. He’d ranted and raged but Slughorn refused to part them.

“You better not mess this up for me, Potter,” he snarled, instead. The unbothered smirk he gets in return only infuriates him further.

“You’re slicing the root too thick, Snape,” Potter replied coolly before quirking his eyebrow in judgement. “And those beetle eyes, little squished, don’t you think?”

In the end, Snape had fumed his way through the prep, the easy competence pf Potter’s brewing—and his valid criticism—only increasing his ire.

“Excellent,” Slughorn announced with a simpering smile. “Of course, no surprise there, eh, Mr. Potter.”

“You flatter me, Professor,” Potter demurred but the glint in his eye as he winked at Snape was pure arrogance. Bastard.

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#james potter #severus snape #helpppp how do u end these 😭😭 #that bastard is so abrupt #what #i need to read more drabbles i think #figure out how this is done #not easy man #but def fun lol #anyway. it’s my hc that james was ace at potions. in the way privilege and genetics does. #but he didn’t care for it too much so most people didn’t realise #snape was one of them #until this assignment lol #thanks for the prompt sadie!! #pen’s asks #pen’s writing #ask game

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since everyone’s asking about sword of fate lately, do u have any postgame(?) zelink thoughts/ideas

YES. ok for those of you who are new or dont like scrolling through my blog for the context of some random au the zelink relationship pregame/in-game basically goes: vaguely antagonistic > reluctant (on link's part) friends > very close friends > magical destiny bullshit. link has some internal shit to work out before he really gets close to zelda but it all kind of resolves itself due to ingame events.

anyway by the end of the game we have a situation where zelda is still totally blaming herself for everything that happened to link and his family. she now understands that she and link are a part of a cycle of reincarnation, and because of that she's no longer sure if her pursuit of a friendship with link even when he was standoffish was actually out of a desire for companionship or if it was the goddess's spirit pushing her closer to someone she knew could play the role of hero. shes fucked up about it. shes scared to be close to him after, in her eyes, ruining his life. but she still WANTS to be. she really does love link, but those feelings are so caught up in everything else and she is so SCARED of herself that she has a really hard time confronting those feelings.

Link, on the other hand, knows exactly how he feels about zelda. he knows that he loves her--he has spent a good portion of his time now chasing after her and attempting to convince her of that. He's at a point now where he just wants to push all the destiny bullshit to one side and go back to the way they used to be, but he also knows realistically that things have changed. he does his best to help get things back to normal for them both, as normal as they can be now.

he keeps his job as a palace stablehand. it's better money than he ever made in lurelin. (he was not a very good fisherman. he tried very hard tho.) zelda doesn't visit him anymore. there's no dodging of tutors and hiding in haystacks trying to stifle laughter. He visits her instead, and over time it gets easier. the magical destiny bullshit fades from their minds and they are suddenly no more than best friends again, with a bit of intense shared history tacked on. there's so much between them that goes unspoken. i honestly dont even think they ever officially start dating. people are just kind of like oh yeah zelda and the fuckin stable boy are in love. it's so obvious there's no point in making an official statement about it or anything. they're just a unit, never one without the other.

#zelda's personal autonomy is like a huge issue for her here. she isn't a physical reincarnation of hylia but she shares her blood #and with this being the first actual reincarnation in the cycle there isn't anyone she can look to to understand just how much #of her actions were pre-written by the goddess and how much of them are her own. she's particularly afraid that she's manipulated link into #playing the hero part in the cycle. crucially she is the one who prompts him to reach for the master sword #and she genuinely doesnt know why she did. it terrifies her that it might not have been her choice. that she might have locked him into #the role without meaning to just because her goddess-blood instinct needed a human shield to hide behind #SO LIKE. their relationship has a lot of baggage to work through. BUT THEY GET THERE!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO THEY GET THERE. #ANYWAY. yeah zelink does happen post game. thank u for ur time #loz: sword of fate #asks