#he's a very self indulgent character ehehe

[cheollipop]

⚜ 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

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pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 6.5k

genre: mafia au, smut, mutual pining, some fluff, tiny bit of angst, some dark themes, slightly ambiguous ending

In a city where the mere whisper of his name sent shivers of terror through its core, Choi San's barbarous reputation proved powerless to dissuade you from delving deeper, the glint in the feline eyes cast upon you exposing a sliver tenderness hidden beneath the façade of bloodlust.

⚜ warnings: mentioned death/murder (no one significant), insensitivity from all major characters to said murder, san is lowkey psychotic, and an asshole, reader is a badass bitch, gun play (kinda?), service/soft dom!san, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (👎), kinda public sex, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, creampie, begging, praise, some cockwarming, san gets whiny, he is whipped your honour, not your typical mafia boss ehehe, nicknames (baby, darling; sannie), I believe that's it. ^^

⚜ A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent. who doesn't want a psychotic mafia boss obsessing over their very being? happy reading! ^_^

nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Another day dragging on for far too long, tedious — incompetent employees getting paid to induce headaches rather than doing their jobs, new clients unaware of who they’d gotten themselves involved with, augmenting the torturous panging against San’s skull. His eyebrow twitched, a bead of sweat hanging onto the thick hairs, another trailing down the ink decorating his slick chest. He’d thought a late-night rendezvous would silence the ringing in his head, but the cheap perfume, the bright lipstick, the obnoxious, high-pitched tone of her voice only amplified it. And yet, the woman now laid beneath him, his fingers digging into one of her tits while pornographic moans rolled off her tongue. With her head thrown back, she missed the grimace painting San’s features, but his hips were undeterred, continuing their ruthless rhythm while her ringing voice pierced through his eardrums. He just needed release, even if it were aided by a woman he had not a lick of interest in.

The door cracked open, a bleached head of hair peeking into the hotel room before his tall frame followed to stand in the doorway. San didn’t stop, simply shutting his eyes to drown out his surroundings and the pain shooting through his head.

“We’ve got trouble, boss,” the gravelly tone dragged San’s attention away from the distractions he attempted to draw up in his mind, eyes cracking open with an irked exhale.

“Important enough for you to interrupt me?” he spat, his thrusts now pointed in aggravation.

The man’s gulp masked under the continuous moans, he averted his gaze off the woman’s spread legs to explain, “a fight broke out in our Seoul location.”

San’s rhythm faltered, an unnoticeable hitch, but enough to stir up images of a familiar face, sly grin and confident walk followed by the sweet scent of vanilla and cheap tobacco. A subtle wink as you replaced the drinks his men had ordered for him with ones that would spare him the added flush, ears and chest tinted a dusty pink while he fought off the heaviness weighing down his eyelids. Sultry voice and swaying hips, the memory of fleeting touches and fluttering eyelashes sent urgent waves of heat scorching through San’s body, unwanted, vivid images of your haunting form flashing in his mind before he could stop them. But he pushed them away, prominent vein trailing down his forehead as he fought off the unrelieved headache, slapping a palm over smudged, red-tinted lips to muffle the agitating sound.

“Is that all, Mingi-ya?” he moved his gaze to the man at his side without twisting his head, watching as he straightened up at the sudden eye-contact.

“We’ve got casualties, Sir,” Mingi added, drawing a frustrated sigh out of San.

Pistoning his hips once, twice more, he pulled out, swiping his saliva-coated palm over the woman’s trembling thigh before finding his footing over the carpeted floor. He tossed the condom into some random corner, tucking himself back into his pants before snatching the luxury coat dangling from Mingi’s hand, the taller man’s eyes flitting to the side to avoid ogling at all the exposed skin. Just as they were about to take their leave, manicured fingers grasped San’s sleeve, arms drawn closer to her body to cram her breasts together in an act of seduction, bedroom eyes peering up at the tattooed man.

“Are you just going to leave me here like this?”

San didn’t hide his grimace, “it’s late, go home,” he retrieved his coat, tugging his arm away rougher than intended to make his way to the room’s exit. He paused at the doorway, turning his head slightly to address the dejected woman abandoned on the lush, silk bedsheets, “and call your husband back, he must be worried sick.”

He didn’t wait for a response, walking into the hallway to meet with two more guards, Mingi following closely behind. “Jongho, you’re coming with me,” he addressed the broader of the two, then turned to the other, “and you,” he angled his chin towards the door left ajar, “get rid of her.”

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Walking past the swung-open door resting against the frame with broken hinges, glass shards cracking underneath heavyset boots, San took in the scattered bodies splayed out over the wooden floor. He grimaced, thousands of dollars’ worth of imported liquor pooling under shattered bottles, blending into a concoction reeking of alcohol poisoning. Bullets lodged into the polished bar reflected the orange hue in which the room basked in, stools broken and thrown into the walls and windows, splintered pieces of wood lying amongst the lifeless figures scattered over the floorboards.

“What a mess,” Mingi muttered, taking in the scene with repugnance unhidden in his expression.

“Looks exactly like something the both of you would do,” San’s retort was instant, “wasn’t it just last week, Jongho?”

His tone was void of any judgement, simply recalling his men’s afternoon endeavors, and yet, Jongho’s ears flashed red as he stuttered through a flustered response, reaffirming San’s memory of the incident. His eyes shot a glare up at the taller man as soon as San looked away, “just keep your mouth shut, Mingi-ya,” he elbowed his side, unappreciative of Mingi’s attempts at earning him another lecture about the improper use of his gun.

While the two bickered wordlessly, pinching and shoving the other’s side, San walked further into the bar, looking around for another sign of life while gnawing at his bottom lip, evidence of his night-long rendezvous trickling down his temples in salty beads of sweat.

“Where’s our staff?” his voice cut through the silence, as well as the guards’ banter, the two straightening up to address his inquiry.

“Changbin called it in, ‘said most were okay but a few got caught in the crossfire,” Mingi spoke, tone steady and hooded eyes focused on San, “they’ve all left already, I believe.”

“You believe?” Narrowing his eyes at the two men, he snarled before huffing in umbrage. “I don’t pay you to fucking believe.” It wasn’t Mingi’s doing, he knew, but he’d rather berate the two men before him than admit to the anxiety crawling up his chest, blocking his airway with a lump large enough to restrict his breathing. “Did he say anything about—” he attempted to maintain the resonance in which he spoke in, clearing his throat before proceeding, “what about—”

“—Looking for me?”

A sharp turn to his side was all it took to ease the tension stiffening his shoulders, a deep breath escaping his lungs when his eyes settled on you: hand on your hip while leaning you weight onto one leg, the corners of your glossy lips upturned into a smile that sent his heart racing.

“Y/n,” he sighed, rotating his body to face yours, arms limp at his sides while his features softened at the mere sight of you before him. Choi San with his guard down was a luxury not many could revel in.

“What’s with your face? Don’t tell me you were worried about me?” you teased, swaying your hips as you took a few steps towards his broad form, only a few inches separating your bodies where you were stood now.

Close enough to run a hand over the hair covering the side of your head, San’s lips curled into a playful smirk, “oh baby, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You hummed pleasantly at the gentle fingers gliding over your scalp, teeth digging into your bottom lip before releasing to purr back a response, “very much so.”

The aroma of cheap cigarettes followed you, laced with hints of vanilla and caramel, the specs of ash dusting the sunken collar of your top exposing the smoke break you’d taken while chaos unfolded during your late shift.

The bullets lodged into wood glimmered in his peripheral, and his amusement dwindled as he pushed through the intoxicating haze your proximity cast upon his senses. Eyebrows furrowed, his gaze traveled over your body while firm hands ran over your sides and waist, peering over your shoulder and twisting you in front of him while he questioned, “fuck, are you hurt?”

To his surprise, you exhaled a breathy laugh, mischief glinting in your irises, “hurt?” The coyness in your tone didn’t go unnoticed, but the arm reaching behind you did, and before he could react, you had San at your mercy with the nose of your pistol dug into the skin underneath his chin. Leaning further into his space, your lips stretched further at the raised hand stopping the two men at the door from reaching for their own weapons. You tilted your head while addressing him, faux innocence painting your features, “who do you think finally killed that bastard while the men you hired were too busy shitting their pants?”

His eyes followed yours to his right, the bastard in question sprawled out near the entrance with a bullet rooted between his eyebrows. Even with the pistol firmly boring into his skin, the corners of San’s lips quirked upwards, redirecting his focus to take you in with dazed, unreadable eyes. “Oh, darling,” rough, broken knuckles grazed your jaw, his lips widening as you unconsciously leaned into the touch, “just when I thought I couldn’t want you more.”

Eyebrows shooting up — the first hint of surprise flashing over your features — a blend of amusement and curiosity seeped into your expression, “oh?”

He walked you backwards, guiding you with the pistol pressing an indent into his flesh and a hand spreading warmth over your lower back, stopping his pointed steps once the wooden edge of the bar replaced the heated touch. He towered over you, leaning you back slightly over the glossy surface with lidded eyes studying your unchanging expression, the tip of his pointer tracing a languid line down the side of your face. Despite the gruesome scene surrounding you, and the firmness in which you held onto the pistol’s handle, your features were relaxed, easy smile gracing your lips and head tilted slightly in a discrete attempt to chase the gentle gesture. Choi San was not gentle, but one thing he did was make exceptions, unconcealable tenderness breaking through a rigid exterior to bleed into his calloused touch, to glimmer within narrowed eyes, and shape the honeyed words rolling off his otherwise sharp tongue.

Choi San didn’t make exceptions, scratch that. He made an exception.

To say he had been intrigued by you would be an understatement, years passing with him making time to drop by when he rarely ever needed to, making excuses to conceal his interest in a particular bartender who knew about his low-tolerance — classified information only a select few knew of —sneaking non-alcoholic beverages his way when he got pressured into drinking after a successful deal had been made in her presence. And despite the confidence oozing off you, shoulders straight and chin lifted as you batted your eyelashes flirtatiously at various customers, San noted the tremors shaking your fingers, the wary eyes darting in each direction while the men you worked with grazed against you while passing by, and those slurring their words drunkenly calling out to you from their booths. He noticed the tension in your shoulders even as the years went by, and regulars became familiar, their orders sliding across the bar seconds after they’d found an empty seat, before a greeting could slip out their smiling lips, pleased to be served by you once again. You knew the respect this façade had brought upon you, and yet your eyes remained sharp, solid walls built up behind the sultry smiles you handed these desperate men on a gold platter. And in the restless fight to break them down, San found himself too deep into a pit he could no longer pick himself up from. A pit brimming with burning want, a yearning so fervid, it ate at him from the inside out the more he pushed it away, cheap whores and endless mistresses futile in their attempts to simmer it down.

But now, the woman he so desperately wanted to break down between rough palms was trapped between his firm chest and the bar, still holding him at gunpoint while her free arm wrapped around his shoulder. It felt like hours, the steady ticking of the vintage clock hung on the bullet-riddled wall fading the deeper San peered into your eyes, looking up at him through curled eyelashes as the longer hand continued its clicking. Playfulness glimmered in your irises the longer San dragged his silence, as though he had no intention of building on his prior statement.

“What’s this about the great Choi San wanting me?”

Your tone indicated a challenge, a ‘how will he avert the situation to his advantage this time?’ while you kept your eyes on him, fingers tangling into the short hair at his nape to watch his eyelids droop even further at the pleasant stimulation. And perhaps what he needed was a pistol threatening to blow through his brain, realizing — after a chase lasting too many years — that he was tired of the endless back and forth, tired of the eager hands brushing over your body while he sipped on some fizzy beverage you’d handed him, watching as you basked under others’ attention, his own bullheadedness and pride pushing him further away from you when all he wanted to do was break every audacious finger that dared touch your skin in his presence.

Leaning closer, until his hot breath mingled with yours in the negligible gap he’d left between your faces, his hand curved over your jaw, thumb caressing the skin of your cheek, “baby, I’d give you the whole world if you’d just ask.”

The sudden confession surprised you, eyebrows flying up and jaw slackening under his touch, but you swiftly picked yourself up, a pleased smile stretching your lips as you bumped noses with him, “Mm, I’ll hold you up to that, Mr. Choi.”

Unlike the gradually deepening kisses shared in romance novels, teeth clanged and tongues pushed against one another, San’s hand travelling down your side to grab at your thigh until your feet lifted off the wooden floorboards. He set you down on the bar, fingers digging into the washed-out denim gathered at your hips while his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. Placing the pistol somewhere to your side, your hands wandered down San’s sculpted body and over the expanse of honey skin peeking through his open coat, fingertips grazing his nipples to elicit a sudden groan from the man’s lips, parting against your own. You made a mental note of his response, the corner of your mouth lifting as you repeated the action, the hungry clash of lips dwindling into interval pecks as you toyed with San’s chest, flushed and heated under your touch.

“About time you started thinking with your cock,” wrapping your legs around his frame, you dragged his pelvis closer to feel him against your core, hard and heavy within the confines of his pants.

He rolled his hips, eyes dazed as he took you in through the negligible gap separating you, breathing the same air as the friction and lust glazed over his lidded eyes. “Who said this was my cock speaking?”

Fingers pausing over his chest, you took in the implication behind his words, his heartbeat frenzied and erratic against your palm as though it was communicating in its own language, desperate to be heard amongst the chaos that was your nonexistent relationship with Choi San — a game of cat and mouse, with the roles reversing each time you’d crossed paths. Playful banter and meaningless flirting remaining at surface level with no endpoint in sight, both players stuck in a turmoil of pridefulness and cowardice, none willing to relent.

If you’d known a cheap, rusted pistol would push San onto his knees before you, you would’ve blown a bullet through someone’s head three years ago. It wasn’t the game you wanted to win for the sake of your treasured ego, but the thrashing muscle beneath your palm, one many would assume didn’t beat, cold-heartedness and dispassionate eyes only a few could see through. And perhaps that’s what drew him to you, your willingness to look past the blood on his hands and the barbarism in which he carried out his business, your eyes sparkling in interest rather than fear as you sneaked an unknown drink into his hand, treating him like a customer you wanted to woo into becoming a regular, and not as Choi San.

The silence stretched, until San’s mutter broke through the stillness, “do you fear me?”

You blinked up at him, pondering over his question for barely a second before whispering back, “no.”

Huffing out a small laugh, he cradled your jaw in one of his palms while his thumb caressed the skin of your cheek, “that’s reckless.” Perhaps his response should have scared you, or at least sent an icy chill down your spine, but your heart only ached for the man before you as you took in his feeble, half-hearted attempt at pushing you away. Ironic, considering he’d unconsciously leaned into you while he spoke, chest brushing against yours with every breath he inhaled. “You know I can’t be trusted.”

“Not when you look at me the way you do.”

A dangerous glint sparked in the dark of his irises, burning as he silently went over your words in his mind, the few seconds’ wait stirring up butterflies in your gut as you resisted cowering under his fierce gaze. And before you could question his speechlessness, or attempt a teasing remark to lessen the rigid tension beginning to choke you, San’s face was lurching forwards to capture your lips in another kiss. Hungrier, greedier, as though he’d been starved of you — and he’d argue he was — and was finally offered a taste, teeth clashing with his nose pressed against the side of yours as he sucked out the last of the oxygen in your lungs.

Emotion flooded into San’s chest, and he allowed it to seep through into his actions, hands restless and wandering over your frame while his tongue busied itself with exploring your mouth after you’d given him access. Short, breathy moans left your lips when his fingers tucked into the denim waistband of your jeans, eliciting a desperate groan from his as he struggled to undo the button separating him from your heat. The dizzying haze San’s soft lips on yours cast upon your mind broke, his eyes closed as he chased your retreating touch when the sudden awareness of your surroundings jerked you away from him. Despite your sudden rigidness, he didn’t allow you to move too far, tucking his face into the crook of your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume masking the sharpness of the three cigarettes you’d smoked earlier.

His mouth found your pulse, tongue peeking out to drag kitten licks over the delicate skin in between the gentle pecks pressed onto the column of your throat. His breath warmed the stripes of saliva he’d left behind, “what’s wrong?”

San’s mouth stretched against your skin when your button finally popped open between his fingers, his thumb and index dragging the zipper down until black lace peeked through the opening. You flinched slightly, eyes wandering to the side while a bashful flush rode up your chest.

“San we—” you cleared your throat, “what about…?”

The thumb toying with the dainty lace paused when you’d placed your hand over his, directing his gaze over his shoulder with a faint nod of your head, eyes fixed onto your denim-clad lap. The two guards stood awkwardly by the entrance — Jongho appeared to be unfazed, yet the red tinting the tips of his ears betrayed his nonchalant attitude, intermittent coughs to relieve the dryness of his throat not going unnoticed under San’s watchful gaze. Mingi, on the other hand, fidgeted uncomfortably in hopes of relieving the suffocating tightness in his ironed dress pants, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other in a futile attempt to be discrete, the heavy arousal pressing against his zipper too tricky to conceal.

Moving his attention back to you, San lifted your gaze back to his softened eyes with a finger under your chin, “don’t worry, my darling, they wouldn’t dare look at what’s mine,” the words rolled off his tongue laced with dizzying sweetness. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you noted the averted gazes of the two men, as well as the obvious arousal bulging in the blonde’s pants. San’s finger guided your focus back onto him, “uh-uh, eyes on me.”

With a gentle grip around your wrist, he guided your hand down the toned muscle of his abdomen and over the luxury, leather belt, his hand cupping the back of yours to press it into the twitching lust tenting his pants. Your eyelashes fluttered at the rush of arousal drenching your panties, wrapping your fingers around the clothed girth to elicit a shaky exhale from the parted, plush lips mere centimeters away from yours, leaning forward to close the gap between them. No longer minding the two spectators, your low moan vibrated over San’s mouth, tongue running over his front teeth while you palmed over his hardness, his chest shuddering against yours at the friction. With an arm around your waist, San lifted your hips just enough to tug the bothersome denim off you, leaving you to kick it off while he revelled in the gentle friction you provided him.

He rolled his hips into your touch, one hand still covering yours at his crotch while the other hurriedly pulled your shirt up to your chest, followed by your bra to watch your tits spill out under the band. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You hummed, watching as he’d begun leaning down towards your exposed chest before your hand shot up from his pants to grab his jaw, watching as he confusedly looked up at you, cheeks smushed between your fingers and eyes glazed over with want.

“Mm, I bet you’d like that,” tilting your head to the side, a playful smile curving your lips as you watched him process the mocking tone he’d previously used on you — your refusal to comply bewildered him, but most of all, it sent shocks of burning arousal straight to his core.

The arm around your waist dragged you closer to the edge of the bar, his other hand raking through the hair at the side of your head, desperation leaking into his tone as he sucked in a sharp breath, “god, you’re fucking perfect.”

His pouted lips found yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, bodies colliding as his urgency and yearning revealed themselves in hungry nips and bites. You carded your fingers through the dark strands, wrapping your legs around his hips once he’d slotted himself between your thighs, heavy bulge pressed and rutting against your overwhelming heat.

Your own impatience clawed at your cracking composure, a man you’d watched from afar, unobtainable to all but those he’d handpicked himself, only to toss away the morning after. And for as long as you’d remembered, you’d hoped he’d never pick you, afraid of the lingering feelings he’d leave behind as his broad frame walked out the room, his scent permeating the sheets still covering your sweaty figure, fingers entangled into the cotton in a hasty attempt at preserving the memory of  a man you’d wanted for years, but who only wanted you for a night.

Drawing back to take him in, the dystopian scenario your mind had drew up faded into dust as said man chased your lips, feline eyes shut, eyebrows drawn in as he registered the unreturning loss of your touch. While Choi San’s warmth may very well still be torn away from you, the morning sun shining over the world while leaving you alone in the chilling shade, you wondered if the memory of the burning body heat radiating off his soft skin would accompany you during those frosty, weary days. Barely weighing your options, you pressed yourself to the man before you, dragging him impossibly closer with the legs around his waist.

If the dawn of a new day were to illuminate the shards of your shattered heart, at least the moon would have borne witness to your undoing within Choi San’s fervid embrace.

“How about you be good and fuck me already?”

Digging his teeth into his bottom lip, San allowed you to guide his hands past the lacey waistband until your sweet arousal coated his fingertips, running them through your folds to feel you throbbing against him. His response was delayed, breathy as he struggled to focus with his hand in your panties, “be patient.”

Unlike any other statement that had left his plush lips, San’s tone was lacking, the noted detail stretching the corners of your mouth. “I can feel you shaking, Sir.”

The accusation earned you a firm glare, his gaze shifting from the indents of his knuckles against the lace to the cockiness painting your features. Was it nerves, or the anticipation? You wondered if Choi San ever felt any of those emotion, let alone allowed them to translate into his body language. And yet the unsubtle trembling continued, even as the deep baritone sounded in the negligible space separating you.

“Call me by my name.”

It seemed as though your choice of nickname was more alerting to him than the implication associated with his jitters. You wondered if this was his way of showing vulnerability, and the thought of another noticing his quivering irked you, “don’t wanna.”

To your surprise, San’s eyes softened, taking your jaw into his free hand and running his thumb beneath your bottom lip, “please, baby.” He circled his middle finger around your fluttering hole before breaching it, sinking all the way inside while his eyes studied your features. Letting out a breath at the stretch, your lips parted further when San’s thumb ran along the cracking skin, tongue peeking out to run over his nailbed. The sternness in his voice vanished and subtle whines mixed into his tone, “please, ‘wanna hear you saying my name.”

He slid another finger alongside the first, curving and running them over your walls until he grazed the spongy surface he’d been seeking, noting the flutter of your eyelashes, thighs tensing around his waist before spreading to allow him further access.

“C’mon,” he urged, fingertips digging into your g-spot as he shallowly thrusted them into your cunt, studying your face for encouragement as your eyebrows drew in and soft exhales quickened in pace. His thumb pressed into your bottom lip, and he leaned forward to leave an upwards trail of wet kisses over the slope of your jaw, mumbling against the flushed skin, “say my name, baby, let me hear it.”

You were putty in San’s arms, pleasure building in your gut as he fucked his fingers into your pussy, his hand trapped behind the lace and grinding his palm into your clit, the single syllable rolling off your tongue before you could help it, an airy repetition of his name, “San, San, San—” so sweet, melodic, bucking his hips into nothing at the sound, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and groaning into your skin, deep and gravelly, before sinking his teeth into the flesh.

A high-pitched whimper followed the echoes of his name, your walls clamping up around him as a sudden orgasm rushed through you, thighs shaking and back arching, head thrown backwards as he guided you back down with slow glides against your walls and tender kisses over the bitemark he’d left as a keepsake. Just as the tension in your muscles dwindled, San’s hand retreated out of your panties, hurriedly tugging the fabric down your legs and ignoring the audible tearing at the frantic action. He interrupted the complaint at the tip of your tongue with a look, berserk and brimming with searing lust,

“I need to fuck you right now,” his breathing was heavy, rapid, fingers digging into the flesh of your hip while his free hand rid him of his belt, tossing the leather to the side before undoing his pants and leaving them to fall to his ankles. “Can I, baby? I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a whine, wrapping your fingers around his biceps after he’d shrugged off his coat, revealing the wide expanse of soft, tan skin and bulging muscle, “want that, want you.”

San’s boxers gathered around his mid-thighs before his impatience became too much to handle, wrapping his arms around you to drag your hips closer before the burning heat of your core met his leaking cock. You breathed the same air, panting into the gap separating you as San ran his length through the slick coating your folds, once, twice, before his eagerness could no longer be held down. A visible shudder shook his toned figure as he breached your clenching hole, his cock stretching you open while you held onto his shoulders for stability, head angled downwards to watch your cunt swallow his cock whole.

“Fuck—darling, you gotta relax for me,” he bumped his forehead with yours, pressing tender kisses to your lips while you adjusted to his girth, unclenching your muscles and allowing the fullness to take over your senses. “Good girl,” he squeezed the back of your neck soothingly, planting a few pecks onto your cheekbone and temple.

He moved in shallow thrusts, craving the friction but refusing to part from the magnetic warmth of your cunt, slick squelching every time he pushed in and soft grunts leaving his lips as he cast his gaze onto your contorting face. He could tell you were still trying to hold your ground, but the pleasure soaring through your body at the languid grazes of his cockhead over your clenching walls dismantled the front you’d built up. And Choi San proved relentless in his pursuit, wanting nothing but to have you falling apart in his arms.

He snapped his hips without warning, a choked moan echoing in the back of your throat, “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he was so close, so deep, building up to a rhythm that rendered you momentarily speechless. “My own pretty girl to ruin.”

You made no effort in concealing your voice, intermittent ah’s making San’s insides flutter as he pounded into you, arms holding you firmly against his body as he seeked the tight squeeze of your cunt.

“You fucking wish,” lidded eyes not moving off him, you rolled your hips in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with just as much urgency, the heavy presence of his cock continuously fucking into you satisfying a years-long hunger you’d endured in silence.

“You can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself,” the hand on your nape moved to the back of your head, pushing it down to vaunt his slick-coated cock peeking out of your pussy before stuffing it back inside, toned pelvis and snail trail glistening with your arousal as he grinded against your clit every time he sheathed himself within you. Leaning forward once again, San’s lips pressed against your cheekbone, moving over the skin as he rephrased his previous question into a sure statement, “you’re mine.”

And this time, you didn’t protest, didn’t tease, but simply nodded your head and breathed out a defeated, “yeah, ‘m all yours.”

San’s cock twitched, his hand dropping to your thigh to dig his fingers into the flesh, the other still wrapped possessively around you while he pistoned his hips into your sopping cunt, sweat beading over his temples while your foreheads remained flush, hot air circulating between your mouths as you pressed them against each other in breathless kisses, swallowing each other’s moans as ecstasy soared through your bodies.

“San—nngh fuck—" the more your back arched you away from him, the closer San drew you in, as though he couldn’t function without every patch of your skin glued to his own; until your nipples pressed together and his scent was all-consuming.

San prided himself in his stamina, but with your walls wrapped around him, his cock pulsed violently and all he could think about was fucking you full. “Gonna give you all I have,” he grunted, rhythm faltering and growing sloppy as the build of his orgasm blinded him, “you’ll take it all, won’t you?”

It seemed as though all you could do was nod, the sound of your synced breaths and skin-on-skin reverberating in the air surrounding your intertwined frame. All you could think about was San, so full of San, his scent, his warmth, his secure hold. San, San, San. The man noticed the sudden trance consuming you, moving his head back to hold your face in his palm, waiting until your eyes focused back on him to speak again,

“There you are,” it was barely a whisper, but you released a deep breath you’d unintentionally been holding, muscles relaxing despite the hurried pace of his hips pounding into you, “’m gonna fill you up, yeah?” Though you were on the brink of delirium, wanting nothing more but San’s thick cum deep within you, you remained quiet, watching as desperation seeped into his expression. “Please, baby—fuck—please let me, let me make a mess of you.”

You ran your fingers through his damp locks, scratching at his scalp to watch the feline eyes droop further. “Begging looks good on you,” you giggled, noting his slowed pace as he staved off his orgasm, a creamy ring of white forming around his cock.

An exasperated whine escaped his throat, his hips betraying him as they chased a pleasure he’d been delaying, “you’ll look so pretty full of my cum, you’ll take it so well.”

The furrow of his eyebrows, pretty pink tinting his skin and fingers trembling where he replaced them at your nape, you couldn’t find it in you to refuse him anymore, the familiar tingle of your impending orgasm breaching your brittle mask of nonchalance.

“Give it to me, Sannie, I’ll take it all.”

That was all San needed, the nickname blurring his vision as he stuffed his length into your cunt, pelvis pressed against your clit as he painted your walls with sticky ribbons of pearly white, his cock throbbing while he fed his load into your womb. You watched his eyes flutter shut and mouth form a perfect ‘o’ as he used your warm hole to milk himself of every last drop, graced with the opportunity to watch him unravel for only a few moments before he dragged you into his body, tucking your head into his neck while he grinded his twitching cock into your cum-soaked pussy. It was so much, so warm as he flooded your insides with his seed, a thin stream dribbling out of your stretched entrance while he shot a few more pathetic spurts.

You tangled your fingers into the short locks at his nape, reveling in the untamed, successive moans San let out into your ear, the mix of his deep baritone and high-pitched whimpers leading your pussy to clench around him. And despite the building overstimulation, he started up a steady rhythm once again, pulling out before slamming back inside. You felt the thick cum flooding out of you, only to be fucked back into your needy cunt. An orgasm you’d thought had dwindled away built right back up as San’s cockhead pounded relentlessly into your g-spot, thighs clamping around his hips as they guided you towards the edge.

You clung to his shoulders, hesitantly pushing your head back when he’d gripped the hair at your nape, shaky breath blowing against your skin as he watched you melt in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, “gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” your cunt pulsed sporadically as he pumped it full of his sensitive cock, and he leaned down to pepper kisses over your eyelids.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Look at me,” he muttered over the delicate skin, his smile dripping with sweetness once you’d done as he asked, faltering slightly when your walls finally clamped up around him, “that’s it—fuck—that’s a good girl.”

Vivid flashes of colour painted your vision, muscles spasming in San’s hold as you finally tumbled over the edge. He coaxed you through it with languid glides over your trembling walls, honeyed voice mumbling praise into your ear while ecstasy rocketed through your body, going completely silent through the first wave before a broken moan ripped through your chest. Your cunt squelched with the added slick, a mixture of your release and San’s simultaneously being fucked into and out of the used hole, and San wanted nothing but to spread you open and swallow your combined taste until you squirmed and thrashed under him, pulling at his hair and squeezing his head between your thighs. But exhaustion was apparent in your eyes, body going limp in his arms as you finally came down, spasming and whimpering while weakly pushing at his bicep.

San didn’t pull out, but simply slid his whole length back inside you and stilled, waiting until your features relaxed before leaning in for a kiss — slow, deep, breaking apart to plant a succession of feathery pecks over your pouted lips.

As he tucked you closer once again, nuzzling your nose into his pulse point, you wondered if this was how Choi San treated all his women, lulling them into a false sense of security before ripping their heart out of their chest, leaving them with the bitter memory of what could have been and the retreating shadow of his broad frame. But one peek over his shoulder, you took in the wordless conversation shared between the two guards, bewilderment and questioning glinting in their widened eyes, frantic hands flailing at their sides in an attempt to dissect the situation. The peculiar scene eased your concerns, and the steady heartbeat of the man you’d longed to hold you for so long laced the air around you with a comforting aroma.

Twisting his head, San studied your dazed expression for a few moments before you’d met his eyes, earning you an easy smile and dimpled cheeks that sent your heartrate on a frenzy, and with your chests flush, San’s lips only smiled further at the realization. The man had warned you about the recklessness of trusting him, and while you knew it to be as such, you were content to live in this warm aura of comfort he’d provided you so long as you could bare witness to this side of vulnerability unknown to many. And even if this moment were to be fleeting, leaving you to grieve the short-live tenderness instead of revel within it, San’s overwhelming warmth and the fervency of his embrace would eternally linger, casting a comforting glow on any desolate, bitter days to come.

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[moonbyunniee]

HI!! <3 I requested the first set of physical touch hcs and I am un-anoning this time round because hi I love your writing sm 🙏 so firstly thank you for doing those for me !!

i noticed ur post looking for request so i thought I’d drop in with another if that’s alright? if so i was hoping you could do something of childe with a reader who is otherwise very confident and outspoken, but becomes flustered and lost for words everytime he tries to flirt with them if that makes sense? i am such a simp for this man it’s unreal 😭

thank you so much if you get round to this! if not dw it is totally understandable ofc <3

facade of confidence (let me see your other side)

characters ➵ childe

cw ➵ fluff, praise, it gets the tiniest bit suggestive towards the end

a/n ➵ ahh hi hello hi!! the physical touch hcs were honestly so fun to write! you have such good ideas my lovely🤍and yes i have to send out request posts every so often bc i barely ever get asks😭but anyway thank you for the idea, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!! sending lots of love <3 p.s. at time of writing that is definitely a rose pfp i see (she's actually my bias in blackpink ehehe :D)

childe - 达达利亚 ➵

childe loves the way your personality contrasts so severely in public versus in an intimate moment between the two of you

this man loves teasing you about everything and anything

in public, he'll save your reputation by keeping his mouth shut and simply watching you

this takes every single ounce of self-restraint he has within him

but every so often, he'll indulge himself and sidle up close to you, a cocky smirk playing on his features

you, of course, know what's going to come as soon as he does this

"hahah...y/n, you're just so confident right now, aren't you...hmm? certainly not the y/n i remember, is it now? oh i'm sorry, i don't think i heard you~"

so you immediately blush as he rests his hand ever so gently on your thigh

his long fingers ghosting your skin as he leans in close, bending down slightly so that you can hear him clearly

his warm breath hits the shell of your ear as he whispers teasing words

watching your cheeks burn red as you try your hardest to stay composed

"mmm...y/n, what do you say it's my turn to be confident now, hmm? give you a little rest..."

and you can't really do much to make him stop teasing you

it just...feels so good for some reason, being teased by childe like this

and like that, it's all you can do to tremble under his simplest touch

he smirks, and you can literally feel his smile forming against your skin since his lips at stationed right at your ear

childe's muscular arm snakes around your waist, locking you in his embrace as he starts leaving kisses along your neck

letting his lips trace a line down to your collarbone as he speaks into your ear with the huskiest, deepest voice you can imagine

"how about...we take this somewhere private, hmm? that's a good girl, just for me, hahah~"

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #childe #childe fluff #childe x reader #genshin x reader #૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ask #૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა writes

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hello! Ask game for Aemond…4, 13, 22 please and thank you! 🥰

Thank you for asking, dear!! oh my gosh these ones are such a good selection!

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

He'd probably run away on his own and go somewhere where it's peaceful and quiet and he's away from his family.

Before going though, he'd want to make sure to talk with the family members he loves, make sure they know what he thinks about them, release any bagage or anything he had kept within himself that he needs to let out. He'd want to spill his heart out to them before going away and truly live.

Ok once in a convo with an Aemond bot (don't @ me, bitches get bored, I'm bitches) there was this whole plot of him taking me to a secret island only he knew of. So I feel like he'd be going to a place like that, to really bask in nature, and let himself enjoy all the little things he never got the chance to while being cooped up at home.

He wants to see what other wonders lay beyond his home.

And because I want to self-indulge a little bit, scenario A) he goes alone) scenario B) he runs away with his loved one, either a betrothed or a lover that's not of royal blood, so he'll finally seize the chance to be with them without any burdens relating to his bloodline (also this is kind of where the plot will go on the last part of my seamstress fic eheh)

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Dad!Aemond is a concept I LOVE to read and it occurs to me that I haven't planned on venturing into it myself for some reason, so !!!!!

At first, he'd be so worried of being like Viserys. Of being an absent father, or unable to show love. He struggles to express affection so during the pregnancy he's constantly worrying about him falling short and his child hating him.

But as soon as he has his child in arms, he's a whole new man. Suddenly everything in the world makes sense for him.

He's in utter awe at this tiny creature he's holding, in awe that the baby is half his, half of his wife, born out of their love. The child is a treasure and he surely protects them as such.

Which may borderline on being overprotective, every parent has flaws.

But he'd absolutely burn the whole kingdom to the ground if anyone ever hurt his kid.

And contrary to what he himself thought he'd be like, he finds himself indulging his child in lots of play, leisure, treats...he was so sure he was gonna be all for discipline and strict rules, but he's such a softie for his kid. He is very stern generally, doesn't want his child to be spoiled or ungrateful, lack values or not engaging n healthy activities such as training or studying. But he's soooo very indulging and giving regardless, and absolutely melts every time he has his child in arms.

22) How they spend their money. 

In all the finest things! what comes to mind is fancy editions of books, very fine clothing tailored to him.

Send me a character and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen hcs #aemond targaryen headcanons #hotd #house of the dragon #headcanons #fanfiction #my writing

[baladric]

💘💫🤍🪄 🦋 for the ask thing!

ehehe thank u anon!!!!

💘 Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

honestly kind of all of them? i am chronically dissatisfied with my end products—mostly because i look back at them and see nothing so much as pacing issues, and a propensity to attribute too much emotional intelligence to my pov characters. i'm not going to rewrite them, but if i had a perfect world and limitless time, i'd rework both Sweet Hope and a pearl in my hand. they're both so good, but they could be so much better :')

💫 What is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

i'm very partial to the comments that involve people quoting the bits that personally victimized them >:3c with a very loud shout-out to the wildly sincere and personal ones—i write because reading has helped me through every hard moment in my life, and hearing that i've given that gift to other people means the fucking world to me

🤍 What's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

i think generally people pick up what i'm laying down, but one thing that irks me a little is a minor trend of people reading Sweet Hope and walking out with the "Maia Drazhar Is An UwU Cinnamon Roll" thing still lodged in their heads. as a person who's been categorized by many abusers/toxic loved ones as A Faultless Ray Of Sunshine, i can say that it's an awful, awful place to be, and unfortunately i take my job as Disillusioner Of Maia Drazhar's Fawn Image very personally whoops, which was kind of a central motivator for me in writing that story? like that's one of the core themes, right? maia's aunt attributes a faultless and innate Goodness™ to maia, and everyone gets Upsetti about that because they all recognize that maia chooses to be good, though he has every reason in the world to be callous and cruel—and that it's the deliberate choice of compassion and consideration that defines him, and not some like. idk built-in Sweetness Coding. he is not good or sweet—he chooses goodness and sweetness, and that distinction is very, very important to me, and to my interpretation of maia, because it allows for the complexity of human (elvish lmao) error. he doesn't always say the right thing, nor should he be expected to by those closest to him. he doesn't always make the correct choice, nor does anyone. so like. idk!! he's not A Cinnamon Roll!!! that is very reductive to me and rubs me very wrong!!!!!!!!

🪄 What is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

if it's a longer fic, there is a great deal of celebratory shouting and probably some excited dancing, followed by a jittery lap around the house before obsessively refreshing the fic page to watch the hits go up lmaooooo. for ficlets, i tend to say "NICE" very loudly, drop it and go do something else with a warm ember of satisfaction in my heart. usually there is a little drink involved in both of these.

🦋 What are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

oh boy uhh, everything kind of!! i worry a lot about my characterizations, bc i definitely have Opinions and i've come this far without getting my ass cancelled but i do worry about dumb stuff like oh no what if people don't like that i refuse to believe goblin emperor elves are all Literally paper-white and perfectly blonde or shit i shouldn't have leaned so hard into selectively mute link. and i do worry too about the self-indulgent Breakdown parts of my writing, eg the whole scene in Sweet Hope of maia breaking down at the opera or the big in pearl in my hand where link wigs the fuck out on sidon. those always feel too loud to me, somehow, like i've allowed myself and my characters too much license or awareness or Clarity or something? i usually refuse to reread those parts of stories tbh. like i'll do a cursory editing pass and then never ever touch those sections again bc i just get so embarrassed ;alkdfjwa;d

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#aj answers #anonymous ask #ask #ask meme

[squadrah]

have we really never talked about a pacific rim au?.. ok here's a cool question: who is drift compatible with whom and what are their jagers called???

FULL DISCLOSURE: I finally sat down to watch Pacific Rim because it eluded me until now and I wanted to do this request proper justice, but the DVD I borrowed from the library has problems playing on my computer, so I am only halfway through the film. However, I absolutely loved and became very emotionally invested in what I have seen so far, and by now I do understand the concepts involved here, so I'm going to give this a self-indulgent multiple crossover shot!

Multiple as in I am fondly reminiscing of One Must Fall 2097, which also had giant robots fighting. In the game, they were developed for space travel if I remember correctly, but fighting with them became a fad, so that is what the video game is about.

The ten (plus one) robots available in it are: Jaguar, Shadow, Thorn, Pyros, Electra, Katana, Shredder, Flail, Gargoyle, Chronos... and Nova. (The cover art above features a Nova in red and a Shredder in yellow.) As you can tell, these are prime Jaeger name material, as are Stand names in general, so I will try and make combinations of these with the addition of the Navy Alphabet because that seems to be a pattern in canon and I am committed to patterns.

Now, we have nine characters here, and I feel like we could slice this many ways, so I want to first give my main picks, and then invent some more combinations because I love to play around in these type of sandboxes, ehehe.

HERE WE GO, this is our First Round!

The absolute given here is Sorbet and Gelato; no question about it, they are drift compatible. Heck, they might have been pioneers in this regard and are now hailed as veterans who nonetheless have set a precedent for not playing by the book and pulling really wild stunts that Gelato always refers to with very colorful names out loud. I propose the Jaeger name Blazing Tango.

I also want to mention Prosciutto and Pesci as an option, even if my heart inclines me elsewhere, as a tribute to canon. This would be a case of matching a seasoned pilot with a rookie, and the former bringing out the best in the latter. Prosciutto yells the orders and Pesci has never looked more macho than when he's flexing in his suit next to his idol. I christen their Jaeger Delta Wave.

I feel like Risotto has little drift potential because of how distant he is on the regular, but I really want him to be in this first round, and I am torn between giving him either Formaggio or Ghiaccio as a partner. Formaggio has that childhood friend vibe that suggests a deep emotional connection and would translate into a more flexible and less predictable fighting style, so let's call that Jaeger Alfa Slash; meanwhile with Ghiaccio, things become more streamlined and fast-paced, a heavy mass on a deadly collision course, so that Jaeger shall be White Sierra.

Which leaves us Illuso and Melone as a final matchup for this round! They feel like the light or lightest infantry compared to the others, as in they might be employed more as a means of corralling the kaiju towards the more deadly jaegers, or hell, they could have been entertainment material back in the simpler times. Also, I would suggest that if they are fighting, the technology they use is highly experimental. I think I shall name their Jaeger Chrono Mirror.

BONUS ROUND:

I want Formaggio and Ghiaccio to have drift compatibility because it would be hilarious (they would bicker so much) and very based (they are both cat-adjacent). Why not let a catman and a catboy fuck shit up primal style, right? The Jaeger of course has to reflect this and be called Bravo Jaguar.

Another combination I personally like is Prosciutto and Ghiaccio, because their combined deadliness is absolutely ridiculous: they would basically break each other's limiters off and the rest would be history. Whatever their weapon is, and I am inclined towards something really potent (nuclear levels of potent), their Jaeger would have to be called Grateful Death.

I feel like Ghiaccio and Melone would yield a Jaeger that is closest to that classic White Album aesthetic, complete with the skate blades even for gliding and slicing. Probably the lightest and fastest build available among these nine characters, and I don't know why I want to name this Jaeger Golf Electra but there you go, there it is.

FINAL NOTE:

Due to Prosciutto's eldritch potential, of everyone here, I could see him successfully drift with a Kaiju and survive it without lasting injury or influence.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah crossovers #squadrah original #mannnnnnn i want fanart of them and their jaegers...

[bradenthompson]

Zodiac (2007) and moral ambiguity

one of my favorite examples of moral ambiguity is in the 2007 film Zodiac (beyond what I say here the movie is absolutely great watch it) because it really gets to the point of ambiguity's ultimate relation to self indulgence.

Okay, you have Gyllenhaal's character, Robert Graysmith, and his "journey" throughout the film is solving the Zodiac Killer case. He starts out like everyone else, the only available info to him being what's been published in the news, but he slowly slithers his way into higher levels of clearance. He does this purely off networking through his job and, more importantly, his ability to take huge steps in the mystery. That's all fun to watch but we haven't established motive (get it bc its a detective story ehehe). Why is Graysmith doing this?

In the lawful sense, one ought to hunt down a serial killer in the name of justice. You find a killer because you want them to stop killing people. In a realist setting, being a serial killer is bad. Arguably an inherently evil thing to be. But Zodiac has something to say about motivation beyond what I'm declaring as obvious. For one thing, the number of characters hunting Zodiac out of this pure sense of justice is very very small. As I write this, I struggle to think of one. There is no monologue about the moral obligation of stopping Zodiac. It's either work, or a passion project.

Remember that big monologue Mark Ruffalo has in Spotlight? That "we gotta CATCH these guys" thing? That was good, not saying it wasn't, but I also think it's funny to contrast it with a line Ruffalo, playing Inspector David Toschi, has in Zodiac when his biggest lead dries up. He says something like "I don't know if I really thought it was him or if I just want this to be over." Kind of an eerie line, huh? imagine the evidence implicates a man the lead inspector may not have actually been certain of. For Toschi, a career detective, a sense of justice may have driven him to the profession but arguably does not motivate his every move.

Later, Paul Avery, played by Robert Downey Jr., tells Graysmith, "Do you know more people die on the East Bay commute every three months than that idiot ever killed?" People often bring up stats like this with regards to serial killers anyway, but it's enlightening in this moment when that line is told to Graysmith. That's the question: it's a cold case that grabbed media headlines until it didn't. The only reason someone would care, at that point, is out of that aforementioned need for justice. So why does Graysmith still care? Two answers. One, he likes puzzles. Two, he wants to solve the puzzle.

Graysmith's exact line, when confronted by his now distant wife regarding his obsession, is "I need to know who he is. I need to stand there, I need to look him in the eye, and I need to know that it's him." That's his nutshell motivation. Graysmith does not look at a man who murdered five people and think "that monster must stand trial," no. He looks at a man who presented a puzzle and wants very badly to solve that puzzle. If it catches the guy, the reason for doing so should not absolutely matter, but as far as the character goes, it's everything. Even if Zodiac is not brought to justice, which by the end of the film he is not, Graysmith solves the puzzle in his head, looks his prime suspect in the eye, declares it mission accomplished and finishes his book. And to that end, the movie declares itself.

So, we circle back to that first question. Why do we want to find a serial killer? Is it wrong to have any motivation outside of justice? Is the need to solve a puzzle and write a book about it ultimately self-indulgence? On that note, did Graysmith actually help anyone? It's a bold move for a mystery story to end without having definitively finished the mystery, but that's a testament to the film's interests beyond giving the audience a puzzle to solve. Zodiac is fucking great, dude.

Oh shit, yeah, before I forget, what about the motivations of Zodiac himself? It's no secret the public develops very flowery interpretations of serial killers. For some reason we have to think about them as something other than extreme perverts and psychopaths. The moments that stick out to me in this case is, one, the conversation between Melvin Belli and Toschi:

Melvin: it is my belief that this [bloody shirt piece] is a window into this man's soul. Killing is his compulsion. Even though he tries to ignore it, it drives him. It's in his blood.

Toschi: Maybe. Or maybe he just likes the attention.

Brilliant. This movie does not allow you a second of unearned poetry.

The second moment is more of an all encompassing one. Zodiac wonders in a letter what the film adaptation of his exploits would be like and, critically, who would play him. Unless you yourself believe Robert Leigh Allen was Zodiac, in this film, Zodiac is not played by anyone. The actor portraying him in one of three reenactment sequences changes each time, and at no point do we ever get a good look at his face. This is great because there's a non zero chance Zodiac lived long enough to see this movie about him, the one he wanted so bad, and he is played by nobody. Incredible.

#movies #zodiac #mini essay #film #thirty minute hyperfixation

[bunny-rambles]

oh my buns sorry if it took me a while to get back to you, as i had already stated my friends were in the house for the week and i kinda did not have time to do anything aside from writing dumb stories with them :'

(oh well, the second book in our vacation series of book is now complete! small victories eheh)

—> still, thank you for replying to the ask! i am not a big fan of getting flowers gifted to me bc i get all sad when they wither, but i love lavender!! my grandma's house has this huge garden filled with lavender bushes and when they're in bloom it feels so nice :3

i promptly forgot all i needed to say, lmao. but thanks for the albedo wishes!!! i am currently on a guaranteed so if he comes i really hope i can snatch him for good :33 (will finally get to use that damn r5 cinnabar spindle lol)

also! I wanted to send you something cute to cheer you up but i am a digital noob and idek if i can send pics in the ask box lmao :' — but picture this! a field trip with albedo, hand in hand under the soft summer breeze, a cascade of flowers all around and the soft noise of lakewater keeping you company. I am personally a big fan of listening to the water's sounds when i am feeling down :3

also! I wanted today's word to be lavanda for lavender, but that sounded too easy so i'll give you another personal favourite summer flower of mine: we call it glicine, and it has just the nicest perfume of all the flowers you can find here in the summer <3

with this i have to go wish my friends goodbye, so i'll sat goodbye ro you as well

have a great day bunny, ti voglio bene! 💕

- 🍓

don’t worry about it, I think it took me longer to respond to this OTL

speaking of albedo, yes that damn sword is a lifesaver for him !! I know people use HoD for him and while he’s that sword is good for him, it’s good for anyone, so it’s not specifically for albedo (kind of like how the jade spear is for xiao, but the spear is amazing for everyone) the cinnabar is literally tailored FOR albedo, it’s the perfect weapon for him. it’s definitely not for a dps sword, but albedo is meant to be a support and he thrives in that role, so r5 cinnabar is going to be perfect on him once you get him :)

when I first read that, it did make me smile and it definitely boosted my mood for the day, and rereading it made me all fuzzy :,) so I hope you don’t mind some self indulgent ramblings-

ah, yes, hand in hand with the love of my life and intertwining my fingers absentmindedly with his, a movement that comes so naturally due to doing it so much. And when we’re in the field together, we’re both laughing softly from the conversations we’re having. It’s peaceful, serene - a breath of fresh air. Both of us are always so stressed, so being here with no cares in the world is such a precious gift. The smile on his face is priceless, and even though this trip was for me, I can’t help feeling happiness bubbling in my chest when I see him, too, enjoying our time together.

I would go on but personally I just don’t self ship very often, and I’ve been wondering why as of late, and I have a feeling it’s because I don’t feel very worthy of affection from my favourite character. If they were real, I don’t think they’d want anything to do with me aha;;; so;;; sorry this got so depressing. I think that’s why I have oc’s though, because of that I mean.

But yes, you can send pictures I think? You might have to be off anon for it I’m not sure

glicine… sounds very pretty <33 I’m going to look that up now to have a look to see it :,)

ciao, ti voglio bene fragola 💞

#bun speaks #🍓 anon #I’m so sorry for the delay #I’m not going to tag this with albedo reader #albedo my beloved

[seelestia]

ah yes more tears mmm delish *sloshes the tears inside my wine glass* /j sdlfkjsdlf i teared up a lot playing genshin cause i'm an emotional mess ;w;

hehehe worry not i will drop by every now and then to release all the plot bunnies upon you!!

yandere makes some ppl uncomfortable so i need to keep myself from talking about that topic a lot, but i still slip up every now and then ;w; pls don't hesitate to bonk me if i ever gush and make you uncomfortable!! i don't want to cross people's boundaries and making ppl sad is the last thing i want (except from the sadness and pain induced by reading angsty prompts or fics but i mean that's different right ehe)

ohhh i didn't know about albedo + rubedo being an actual thing related to alchemy! wait that is super interesting!! hmmm four stages you say... gasp wait does that mean there are potentially two more clones?????

YES TO THE SUSBEDO SUPREMACY the boy needs love too ;w; what if albedo actually likes the reader but the reader falls in love with rubedo instead and he's just there like 🧍‍♂️ you like him?? him, the imperfect, thrown away copy??? when the original is literally treating you with so much love and warmth??? you chose him??????

GASP HUBBY!!! *paws at the picture like a hyper cat* i-i mean what. i don't know what you're talking about *looks away and whistles innocently* /j

honestly i understand the attraction towards those two!! both are playful and intelligent and very pretty indeed *nod nod*

a type, hm? i don't know if i have a specific type??? i like a lot of characters in genshin!! but if i have to pick, say, a top three... then it's definitely zhongli (bc simp), xiao (he's my main and i love his lore + play style + voice), and kazuha (adorable, 12/10 would squish his cheeks) eheh

you are too kind aaaaaa pls i am unworthy sldkskdkls

i would absolutely love to be writing moots with you!!! but thing is, while my main blog is safe (cause i barely post there), my writing blog isn't 100% minors-friendly (i only write sfw but i consume & reblog nsfw stuff since i'm an adult)! my old posts are untagged and are a mess, but i do have a tag that minors could block if they ever decide to follow and interact. so uh yeah it's up to you!! if you aren't comfortable i can always stay on anon~ also sldksldk nahhh my writing is just okay-ish :p

👀 ohhhhh i will be waiting for when the inspiration strikes you then heheh

better the glass of water than the poor controller i guess lol hrrrgh you know what else is painful aside from weekly bosses? ruin hunters!!! i hate them so much... i nearly skipped the entirety of hidden stride event's first day fight 🙃 just took the easiest difficulty for the primos and ditched the other difficulties. cause they just. won't stop. shooting missiles. help.

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i remember crying over the perilous trail quest too AAAA i know you are a xiao kisser (us both 🤝), so i apologize if this brings back angsty flashbacks fwjfksje (unless you enjoy crying to that /lh) but the quest and xiao's reminiscence of his past comrades were so good i ugly sobbed ;(

you underestimate how much i love your brain like??? you're always brimming with ideas !! release the plot bunnies >:) that is such a cute mental image fkkwkkdkjf

personally, i don't mind yandere content despite not consuming any myself. i can see why it bothers some people since some works do contain gore/violence and chilling obsession. but these works are merely fictional and most yandere writers have explicitly said that they do not condone this behavior irl, so i think it's up to personal preferences, really !! thank you for being so considerate of others, anon :( i don't bonk people but if you ask and there is a need for it, i shall do so softly! even if you're an angst monster (/lh)

i didn't know either at first until i did some self-indulgent research on albedo and rhinedottir, which eventually led me to reading about alchemy itself !! ooo, two other albedo's??? i think rhinedottir's homunculi only extends to albedo and susbedo, but it can definitely be an au and their personalities can be inspired by the meanings of the other two stages 👀

a love triangle with albedo and susbedo??? HELLO??? chokes. if you do, susbedo is smiling so smugly at albedo rn. susbedo's character is so interesting to me... from what i recall, i remember thinking that he has a sense of arrogance and pent-up grudge / superiority complex against albedo since he was the 'perfect subject'. so, reader falling for him is simultaneously an ego boost yet the most confusing and startling thing ever.

HUBBY. 📸 i caught that slip-up all too well in my mind and this non-existent camera. it's okay, you can admit it. (/j) zhongli, xiao, and kazuha... hmm, i'm trying to look for some sort of pattern here but i think i'll conclude that you don't have much of a specific type and instead, you just fall for whoever you fall for??? the simplest formula >:)

i see, i see !! i myself have also filtered nsfw genshin tags and i don't think i need to dig through your old untagged posts for any reason, so i'm alright with it~ and wdym okay-ish??? your ideas are the best !! i am in need of some new fic to read too 👀 also, this may just be another excuse to support you, hehe~

ruin hunters and their annoying missiles. and the way you can barely attack them when they're in the air and there's no way to dodge their missiles. <//3 THE DEMOTIVATION ON THE VERY FIRST DAY TOO, HELP. so true, why put in more efforts than needed when you can say toodle-oo to the ruin hunters with primos in your inventory??? ;D

#convos with you are always so fun and engaging >:) #like you just scream about ruin hunters or zhongli and i'm instantly joining you LET'S GO (/pos) #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest 💠 anon!

[matcha-bnuuy]

🍓 for Acon!

-He isn’t in fact a sylvari, he’s a mordrem born long after the death of Mordremoth! (he thankfully never had a chance to hear the call of his wouldbe master as a result, but is still a scary looking little plant beasty!)

-(Since I haven’t posted any art of him YET...) he has a thorny, prehensile tail. It *will* slap on the ground when he’s annoyed, a lot like an angry cat. He uses it when doing his daredevil things, too!

-His lower jaw is split and can unhinge to widen his bite, his saliva is very toxic and will rapidly cause decay and septic blood poisoning (he was taught not to bite very early on for this reason!)

-despite all these scary facts, he’s still very physically young (about 14 years old) and very curious and friendly, as well as mischievous! Enjoys reading and studying as a pasttime, learning about the world is exciting

-He’s a twin!

#The-Bubble-Opera #character ask #Acon #Aconitum #Aconitum Ratthorn #my character #GW2 #Guild Wars 2 #sylvari-bouquet #thank you for your ask! #this was a tricky one actually! I wasn't sure how much to divulge about him #he's a very self indulgent character ehehe #sometimes ya gotta bend the canon to make a happy fam yakno? #glad you wanted to learn more about him though~!!!

[glazelilyy]

solace in one's embrace

characters (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao x gender neutral reader

word count - 5702

genre - fluff, hurt/comfort (emphasis on the comfort)

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - crying, mentions of negative emotions

summary - you come to your beloved in tears; this is how he responds

a/n - decided to write some comfort for anyone out there that needs a hug :) diluc's is a bit self indulgent, i know i've made it clear that im a huge kaeya simp but diluc has a whole part of my heart dedicated to him and i figured i could use some comfort from my favorite redhead. i debated on putting jean and lisa in this but i wanna go through their voicelines and stories a bit more (and i also haven't made banners for them ehehe)

content under the cut!

he's not very familiar with comfort, nor is he familiar with the idea of expressing emotions through cathartic means like crying

he's most likely not even aware of many of his emotions or how to process them

as such displays of affection with him are a bit stiff and rigid in the beginning of your relationship

even the pet names he'll eventually call you are something he needs lots of time to get used to

he'll eventually warm up to the idea of receiving and giving comfort, after all underneath all that ragged, chapped exterior is a gentle man who cares deeply about the ones he loves and would do anything for them

you've had it up to here with your terrible day. things kept going wrong no matter what you did. and now, exhausted beyond comprehension, you trudged up the winding paths to dawn winery in hopes of seeing the man you love before he slipped away under the cover of darkness to perform his "darknight hero" duties. the faint light of the darkening sunset didn't mesh well with your bleary, tired vision as you stumbled about and tripped countlessly on miniscule branches and stones. each fall made you feel even more incompetent and worse. you couldn't do anything right apparently, not even walk. a frown on your face, you pushed open the heavy mahogany door to the winery and pitifully dragged yourself over to the nearest couch, flopping down onto it.

"(y/n) love is that you?" you froze in place. of all people, you really didn't want diluc to see you like this. adrenaline coursed through your veins as you rapidly tried to wipe away the dirt and tear streaks that coated your sullen face. but the tears that welled in your eyes wouldn't stop no matter how hard you willed them to. and seeing his face go from neutral to shocked as he stood in the doorway, staring at your trembling body, burned shame into your heart.

finding you in a vulnerable state was the last thing he expected when he heard the door creak open

seeing you deflated and crumpled like a squashed bug, repressing your sobs and cries contorted his heart in an indescribable motion

comfort is not something he's familiar with, especially when it comes to himself

but for you, he'd do anything, even things he's not familiar with

you buried your face in your hands in a feeble attempt to muffle your sobs. cautiously, he approached you with quiet steps and you felt the couch dip with his weight beside you. he sat there with a grim line etched onto his face, his hands awkwardly in the air unsure of what to do. he settled first for placing one of his warm hands on your back and rubbed it up and down in a comforting manner. he felt his own eyes start to water when you let out a particularly choked sob.

"i know it may be difficult for you to speak right now," he paused to clear his throat in an attempt to stop the burning at the back of his own eyes, "but know that i'll be there for you the minute you wish so. all i wish in this world is for your safety and happiness." his words wrapped themselves around your heart in a warm embrace and you rose your tear soaked face to meet his eyes burning with nothing but love and concern...which ensued another onslaught of sobs. his frantic gaze made you want to laugh but the overwhelming feeling of both your exhaustion and his heartfelt words fueled your ceaseless sobs. wordlessly you reached your arms out to him and he obliged, moving closer to wrap your shaking body in his comforting arms.

you don't know how long you stayed in his arms, and you were sure night had long fallen when your sobs finally ceased. you pulled your face away from his chest, grimacing at the visible tear stain you'd left in your wake. he noticed this and raised his hands to cup your face, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your hair. "don't worry about my clothes, they can always be washed. i have plenty of shirts for you to cry into so be it." your eyes crinkled slightly, what was meant to be a laugh came out only as a small huff.

"i won't ask you to tell me what happened, but i'll be here should you feel the need to speak to me." his words made you want to cry all over again, but you composed yourself by some miracle and wrapped your tired arms tighter around his chest, nuzzling into his neck.

"thank you..."

"there's no need to thank me, i'm just glad you're feeling better, my love."

diluc is cold, distant, and rough around the edges

but as he holds you in his arms and listens to your raspy voice recount details of your terrible day, he feels his rocky exterior melt away leaving only the most tender of flames

his comforting touch and reassuring words do wonders to mend the burns of your heart

kaeya doesn't yield to emotion

he's meticulous about everything he divulges openly

emotions to him are a tool, something he can mold and something he can control and bend to his will

comfort to him is as icy as his vision; when has he ever had a need to comfort anyone exactly?

he's not really anyone's "go to" for physical comfort after all

but what he is in fact, is a good listener

and though as a lover he's keen on flirtier physical touches, like his brother, comfort isn't his forte (at least in his opinion)

but trust that despite all the sugary sweet words he uses on the likes of ruffians and thugs, his words are genuine when he wants them to be

you shuffled down the halls of the favonius headquarters, a sorrowful look plastered on your face. you'd just run into a former friend who ended up publicly humiliating you. of course, you stood your ground and walked away with your head held high. but in reality their jagged words had punctured your heart like a rusted arrow and rubbed sparkling salt into your weeping wounds. your legs felt like lead as you dragged yourself towards kaeya's office in hopes of taking your mind off the interaction by sorting through his paperwork while he was out with his men.

what you hadn't expected however was the man himself to be sitting at his desk, quill in hand. he rose his head with the creak of the door and eased into his chair when he realized it was only you. "oh thank the archons it's just you sweetheart, dunno if i could handle another stack of jean's paperwork." he sighed with a relieved smile. but upon further observing your furrowed brows and frown line, his smile dropped. "snowdrop? what's the matter hm? c'mere," he rose from his seat and cautiously began to approach you. tears began to gather in your eyes as the hurtful comments replayed over and over again in your mind, this time you felt that you couldn't be strong anymore and let the dams around you crash.

he stared in disbelief for a moment, the tears streaming down your face not registering for a moment

he managed to knock himself out of his stupor and immediately went to hold you as you shook with sobs, clutching desperately to any part of his clothed body you could find

he's given you plenty of hugs before, but none of them have ever felt as intimate and safe as this one

he's careful of what he says around you, he knows that sometimes the authenticity of his words aren't taken seriously when they should be

but now he was willing to take the risk of being vulnerable and honest if it meant consoling you

he rubbed the back of your head with his thumb and leaned close to your ear and whispered words that lacked his usual sugary sweet coating. they were raw, uncombed declarations of love that dripped with nothing but sincerity.

"everytime i look at you, i feel at home."

"you make me want to get up every morning."

"i'd tear down celestia if it brought you happiness."

"there's nothing i want more in the world that to stay by your side. where you go i'll follow."

"you make me the happiest man in the world."

each and every line spurred the grip you had on his shirt to tighten, as if loosening from him at all meant he would slip like sand through your fingers. his words never ceased as his continued to rub circles into your shoulder and hold you tight against his body. after a while, your cries has dribbled away into soft sniffles. his hands found your shoulders and he pushed back ever so slightly to look at your face.

"a mess of snot and tears and yet you still have me wrapped around your little finger," he tried to joke, and was delighted to hear a sliver of your muffled snort. he rose his ice cold hands to cup your searing cheeks coated in your own sorrow, brushing away at a few stray tears with his thumbs. "you wanna talk about it?" you hesitated for a moment, before silently nodding and let him lead you to the couch his office, his hand never leaving yours.

and when you finally spilled your terrible encounter to him with fresh tears springing to your eyes, he drew you close and kissed the crown of your head. "no one deserves to be slandered like that, i'm glad you were strong then. but you don't always have to be strong snowdrop, words can be more powerful than the sharpest edge of a blade." he whispered lowly with a forlorn smile. "but for every insult they've said about you, i will give you fifty compliments. the words of a swordsman will always fall victim to that of a man in love." he kissed your forehead and held you as you cried and mumbled out a string of "thank yous" and "i love yous".

"now, how about i tell you about the horrible treatment i endured today during my raid. i'm sure you'll find it rather amusing," you snorted and nodded with a small smile.

kaeya isn't the best when it comes to being sincere

but when the time calls for it, his words can soothe over any wounds

unlike the icy tendrils of his vision, his embrace and his words are incomprehensibly warm, like the faintest glow of a homey fireplace

ever the logical, albedo's emotions are packed neatly in his mind and labelled down to the finest detail

but being klee's main caretaker has taught him that emotions aren't things to be packaged, they're more akin to that of swirls of winds: something to feel, something that cannot be contained, something that is ambient to each person's ecosystem of feelings

his form of comfort is...well

it can be a bit patronizing if you aren't used to it, but considering that he's only ever had to console klee it makes sense for him to be a bit parental-like with his comfort

as intelligent as he is, emotions and comfort are still things he's actively learning about in an attempt to fulfill his master's last request

you stared menacingly at the blank document in front of you. it wasn't so much the work itself that taunted you, rather it was the furious erasure marks and scribbled out ink blots that danced in circles around your head. yet the page was still blank with work, you've only seemed to create a childish mess on what was supposed to be a formal report. frustrated tears began to burn behind your lethargic orbs, your hands reaching up to hold your head in an agitated manner. you had no idea how you were going to get through this.

a knock on your office door drew you from your internal storm. hastily swiping your budding tears away, you choked out a "come in!" and slid the ruined document underneath a nearby book. a familiar little girl dressed all in red came bounding up to your desk, a gleeful smile on her face. "(y/n) (y/n)!! are you ready for our picnic today?" she bounced up and down excitedly, the small wicker basket in her tiny hands jolted with her body.

your face fell as you remembered, you were supposed to go on a picnic with klee and albedo today. and you had so confidently planned that you'd be able to complete the report in time for your promised picnic with the little spark knight and chief alchemist. an overwhelming wave of shame coursed over your body, the tears you had shunned sprung back to life and your composure struggled to stay upright.

"(y/n)...? why are you crying? did klee say something wrong?" you wanted to tell her no, that it was yourself that you were upset with, but the words couldn't come out no matter how hard you tried. you sat there, mouth gaping like a fish out of water while you struggled to form the right words.

"flower i hope klee didn't disturb yo-" you whipped your head to the door, where albedo froze and hadn't moved his piercing eyes from your watery face. you dropped your head down, too ashamed to look either of them in the eyes and tried to swallow your burning sobs.

klee turned to him with worried eyes, "did klee do something to upset (y/n)?" albedo shook his head and took her by the hand in a gentle manner. "why don't you find kaeya and play knights and bandits with him? i'll come and get you in a little while." klee seemed reluctant to oblige, but understood and skipped down the hall to kaeya's door, practically flinging it open.

with klee taken care of, he focused his attention back to you. you who sat disheveled and crumpled in your leather desk chair, hunched over with your head in your hands as you tried to suppress your sobs

at first, he was at a loss

for once the man claimed to be a genius scrambled for a coherent solution to this predicament

but he knew that your emotions aren't packaged away neatly with little labels like his

anytime klee was upset, all albedo had to do with take her into his arms and hum her favorite song

and that was exactly what he did

you saw him crouch down through your lidded, heavy eyes and wrap his arms around you, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

and through your burning shame and sorrow, his sweet voice hummed the most soothing of melodies and protruded through the dark clouds that had been hovering over your head for majority of the day like a beacon of light. his hand smoothed over your frazzled locks. through his humming and affectionate gestures, you let your resolve crumble completely and sobbed uncontrollably into his arms.

he stiffened at first, but continued his efforts to comfort you. his hums carried you through your sorrow, cradled like the finest of china on a soft, plush blanket. occasionally, he'd move his hand from your hair to press a gentle kiss to your forehead despite the sweaty sheen it donned.

you tried to speak through your sputtering cries, to which he was having none of. "let it out now, i'll be here when you're done. i won't leave unless you would like me to." his usual straight-to-the-point tone had softened into one more often used for small children. you wanted to smile at how sweet the gesture was, but your heart wrenched in guilt once more and you found yourself coming undone in his arms.

his hums and strokes lulled your cries until they were no more than the trickle of an occasional tear down your weary face. "have you calmed down?" you nodded, face still embedded in the crook of his neck. it was no doubt uncomfortable for him to have crouched like that for so long and support the weight of your slumped body, but if it were true, albedo hadn't said anything. he tentatively retracted his arms to raise your head from his shoulder, and took both your hands in his.

"please tell me, what has you in such a state my flower?"

you were reluctant to tell him at first, but set your pride aside. you spoke of your horrendous report, and the overwhelming shame of not being ready for your picnic today. and when you finished, your voice hoarse and energy scarce, he simply picked up the piece of paper you'd stashed away earlier and stared at it. "we can take care of this together, i'm sure klee wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer. what do you say?" he turned to you with a rare smile. his compassion made you want to cry all over again, and in fear of doing so you simply nodded.

emotions still perplex albedo, without a doubt they do

comfort isn't like research or experiments

but he's still learning, and maybe one day he'll look back and wish that he comforted you in a more mature manner

but for now, he's glad his hums and parental pats helped soothe you

unlike the other boys, childe is very much aware of his emotions and rather intelligent in them

he's someone who has had to deal with the back and forth emotions of his younger siblings

no one gives him much credit for his excelling abilities in comfort, mainly because he doesn't seem serious enough to actually comfort someone

but when the time calls for it, childe can step up and be there for you whenever you need him

dried mud coated the outer fabric of your sullied clothes, your weapon floated pitifully behind you as if silently trying to console your weary body. your commissions had been all but successful, and to top it all of you had been leading a group of rookie guild members who had come with you to shadow your commissions. you figured it'd be fine, but it ended with the rookies having to come to your rescue after the ruin guard you were sure you had killed suddenly came back to life and knocked you back like a ragdoll into a muddy bank.

judgmental stares bore into your body, you were sure you looked nothing short of a mess but at this point all you wanted to do was shower and see your lover. speaking of your lover, you really hoped not to run into him lest he see you like this; it was dangerous enough that you were walking in front of the bank right now. alas, it seemed celestia itself was on a mission to taunt you as you felt the air get knocked out from your lungs, encased in a bone crushing hug from behind.

"c-childe!" you managed to wheeze out, slapping against his forearms in an attempt to get him to loosen you. tufts of his unruly orange hair tickled your nose and he nuzzled his own into your mud-caked neck. "is this mud? you didn't fall in a mudbank did you? you're usually much more graceful than that." he teased, tapping a finger to your nose. normally you'd be more than capable of handling his childish teasing, being quick to come back with quips of your own even. but today just wasn't great, and though his joke wasn't even aimed at making you feel bad, you felt the wetness build up in your eyes until they were streaking down your face one after the other.

being met with silence, childe craned his neck further to look at your face and froze when he was met with tears. "h-hey what's wrong? i-" he wanted to continued but realized how open and public you were. and suddenly everything felt wrong. he shrugged his outer coat off and draped it over your shaking shoulders, leading you up the stairs to northland bank.

he more or less wanted to punch himself in the face

he was worried at first, that it was him and his indiscretion that upset you

but as he led you into his office and sat you down on his couch, he quickly realized that it was much, much more than a simple teasing comment

every sob and hiccup sent knives through his chest, his grip on your shoulders tightening

and he does what big brothers do best: he's there for you

the mud on your skin was the last thing on his mind right now as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug from his position beside you on the couch. you wept vehemently into his shoulder, scrambling for purchase on any part of his body, muffling your cries into the fabric of his shirt. your body heaved in his arms but not once did he let you go. he gently shushed your cries and rubbed his large hand up and down the line of your spine, stopping sometimes at your nape to brush over it with his thumb.

his lips pressed themselves to your dirty hair, dirt-covered cheeks, mud-caked shoulders, anywhere he could get access to. and when your cries has subsided in favor for small whimpers, he moved his hands to cup your face and press a loving kiss to your lips.

"we don't have to talk about it right now, but you can always tell me anything sweetie. i'm always here for you no matter what," he mumbled, thumbing over both your soaked cheeks. you whispered your thanks and plopped your head back onto his shoulder, savoring his warmth. you spoke of your horrible day, and the burning embarrassment of having failed so terribly in front of people you were supposed to be mentoring.

"i never used to be as strong as i am now," he said after you'd finished, his own head now buried in the crook of your neck. "i'm always getting stronger, but i wasn't born strong. i made mistakes and stumbled, but i've become stronger because of those mistakes." he pressed a kiss to your cheek and rose his head to look you in the eye.

"you're not a failure or weak for making a mistake (y/n). i'm so proud of you for picking yourself back up." tears collected in your eyes again and you clung to his shirt to muffle your sobs.

childe's emotions are a mess if anything

but he knows how much comfort can improve someone's issues, even if they don't solve them directly

he hates seeing you, or anyone he loves sad

he hopes there isn't a next time, but if you do ever happen to be in shambles again, his arms will be wide open with no words needed

zhongli has lived many, many years and as such he's had time to come to grips with his emotions

not in the sense that he understand them fully, but rather that he acknowledges their presence

comfort is something he never struggles to maintain

he'd readily place the comfort of others he cares about over his own

he used to be emotionless and ruthless, why should he have to ever cared about a fickle mortal's life?

but he's changed, he's grown to love mortals, especially you

the thick stacks of papers in your hands felt more like iron as you set them on your desk. the funeral business wasn't exactly high in demand, but hu tao recently had the "genius" idea of turning coffins into décor. surprisingly, buyers had been flocking from all over teyvat (especially fontaine for some reason?) to purchase these odd looking decorations made from coffins. as the parlor's financial manager, it was up to you to handle all of the transactions and keep track of the hoards of buyers in a thick, leather bound notebook.

the only problem is, there were so many of them. you've dealt with a fair amount of stress in your lifetime, but this amount was starting to get overwhelming, and you realized that about 50 client files in when you noticed you'd barely made a dent in the paperwork stack. the pressure was beginning to get to you; hu tao needed these records by tomorrow afternoon at best and it was already near midnight. if you were going to finish this, an all nighter was in order.

several hours later, the weight of your work began to bash against the back of your skull. the paperwork was halfway done but you were beyond exhausted and to top it all off, you'd been berating yourself all night about your incompetence and lack of diligence after having taken one too many breathers for your liking. the stress had piled up and manifested itself into frustrated tears that burned the back of your eyes.

a sudden sharp knock drew your watery eyes from the wooden table.

he had seen the flicker of a candle from outside your door when he went to kiss you goodnight three hours ago

he'd woken up three hours later and frowned when his arms reached for your warmth and were met with cold sheets

he'd risen from bed on a mission to drag you away from your desk to get some rest

what he hadn't expected however, was for the red rims of your tired eyes to be filled with unshed tears

"dearest...?" he shut the door behind him and approached your side hurriedly. the tears you wanted so desperately to keep hidden were now cascading down your face silently, like a tranquil waterfall. you reached for his hand and he tenderly grasped it, gently pulling you to your feet and embracing you in his slender arms. your silent cries had grown into muffled sobs as your hands clutched to the fabric of his cotton long-sleeved shirt.

"what's wrong my lily? what has upset you?" you tried to give even the smallest form of an answer, but your words died in your throat overtaken by a particularly loud sob this time. his jaw tensed and his hand reached around to gently push your head back into the crook of his neck. "we may discuss it later, don't fret." the baritone of his voice vibrated through your body as he gave you a reserved kiss on the top of your head.

and he said nothing more. he let you cry until the corner of his shirt was soaked, but he could care less. when your sobs had ceased, you rose your face to look him directly in the eyes. he responded with a kind smile, petting the top of your head with his large, calloused hand. "if you do not wish to speak about it there's always tomorrow morning. besides, it's quite apparent you are in dire need of some rest." he used his sleeve to carefully wipe your wet cheeks and gave your forehead a kiss.

"come now, let's go to bed." you wanted to object and silently flitted your gaze between your lover and the stack of work on your desk. he seemed to realize this and maneuvered himself so his body blocked the view of your desk. "work can always be taken care of tomorrow. you've done well but it wouldn't do you well to work yourself scarce. please, get some rest." his eyes pleaded with you, the warm hands on your shoulders encouraged you to listen.

and so you did.

as you lay deflated in zhongli's arms, fast asleep within minutes of your head hitting the pillow, he couldn't help but worry if his consolations were good enough

would you do this again? what if he wasn't here to stop you next time?

but he was broken from his thoughts when you snuggled closer to him and mumbled an "i love you" in a cute, sleepy voice

all of a sudden he wondered why he was even worried to begin with when all that mattered was that you were safe

he may not be the best with emotions, but he cares deeply for the ones he loves

xiao has been alone for a very long time

he's had morax, but to him that bond is no more than that of god and servant rather than companion

to him, emotions are a hinderance, a nuisance, something that gets in his way (and we all know what he says to things that are in his way don't we?)

he may be graceful with a polearm but is little more than a bumbling fool when it comes to humans, let alone relationships

comfort isn't something he's used to, nor is it something he's experienced frequently enough to become used to it

as such, he's not well versed in the art of comfort

however, that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn

you stared dejectedly at the weapon in your hand, coated in the remnants of your vision. upon the insistence of a friend, you both took up your weapons and attended a sparring session hosted by the adventurer's guild. you went in confident with your head held high and did pretty well for the first few sparring rounds, that is until your winning streak was broken by a particularly rude individual who even jested at your loss and called you weak.

thinking about it now made your head hurt, even more than when you had been knocked to the ground by them. the stinging feeling of weakness hurt more than the cuts and bruises adorned on your body. you'd arrived home hours earlier but found that you couldn't move, electing to sit on the floors to the entrance in a catatonic state.

you hated this feeling, this weak, vulnerable feeling. you'd trained so hard only to be defeated and mocked. it wasn't defeat you were upset about, but the victor's cruel, insensitive remarks as they crooned at you from above. they rang through your head and bit away at your pride. bringing your knees to your chest, you buried your face in your knees.

you would have called his name had this issue been about something else, but the last person you wanted to see you like this, weak, was him. he who you perceive as the strongest person you know.

unfortunately it seemed you didn't have to call his name. whirls of green and black mist appeared out of the corner of your eye. his feet stood in front of you, but you didn't dare look up lest he see your red eyes and tear-stained face.

baffled, he could only stare down at you curled up into a small ball, your weapon discarded at your side

it turns out his gut feeling to check up on you had been right after all

his go-to conclusion was that someone hurt you, and he was beyond furious

"who did this to you?" his voice was cold, dripping with fury. you shot your head up and waved your hands furiously to deter him of his conclusion. "n-no one! no one, please xiao relax." his eyes softened a notch when they met your watery ones. he sat down on the ground beside you, far enough so that his fingers could touch yours if you wanted to.

"if someone didn't hurt you then explain to me the markings on your skin," you looked down at the cuts that marred your flesh and felt that vile feeling of weakness overtake you again. your quiet tears began to escalate into muffled sobs as you played the scene over and over again in your head. weak, you felt so weak. all you were was weak.

stewing in your degrading thoughts, you jumped when a gloved hand took yours in its hold. xiao retracted slightly, worried he may have made it worse, but you responded by tightening your grip on his hand with both of yours and holding your intertwined hands to your heaving chest.

he sat rigid as rock, unsure of exactly what to do. his mouth opened repeatedly but closed as the words he wanted to say suddenly didn't sound right to him. "i- um," he scrambled for the words he wanted to say, "what...happened?" he made sure his voice was softer than it'd normally be. "d-do you think i'm weak?" you managed to sputter out through your choked cries. his hand tightened around your own, the other clutching his elaborate sleeve. you took his silence as a yes and slackened your grip on his hand, your cries becoming more painful in your throat.

he quickly tightened his grip, moving his other hand to hold both of yours. "i...think you're weak," you felt like you'd been hit with a meteorite as you sat there and processed his words. "but," he continued, lifting a hand to raise your face from the floorboards to look into his eyes. a thick blush dusted itself across his face and part of him wanted to look away, but he knew he couldn't. "weakness is not all you are. you are strong where i fall victim to weakness." he mumbled. "weakness will hold even the strongest of adepti as they do mortals. but weakness is not all you are, you must know that."

contradictory to his other words, xiao's heartfelt declaration eased the bruises in your pride. you pressed your forehead into your intertwined hands, not wanting him to see your crying face. you wanted to say thank you, but it seemed he already knew judging by his vice grip on your hand, slack enough so that you may loosen it whenever you want but tight enough to reassure you that he would love all of you, even your weaknesses.

xiao isn't as callous as he appears to be

he's no more than a gentle soul encased in a hard, rocky layer not only to protect himself but to protect others

his form of comfort isn't typical, there are no warm hugs or gentle kisses, at least not immediately

but what is presented isn't something entirely different

xiao isn't a man of many words but the ones he speaks hold sincerity and significance far beyond comprehension

date published: may 12th, 2021

#gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #reader insert #self insert #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc headcanons #kaeya x reader #kaeya headcanons #albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #childe x reader #childe headcanons #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli headcanons #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #luce writes stuff

[nyaitsu-writes]

✧ arashi, hinata, natsume | halloween part 1!✧

aaaaaa i couldn’t resist °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° since halloween is just around the corner i needed to write some cute hcs!! i am once again being really self indulgent with my character choices ehehe i’m especially proud of natsume’s so be sure to read the whole thing okayyy? <3

ARASHI NARUKAMI;

✦ ohh arashi is excited! she thinks dressing up has always been super fun but having you by her side makes it x1000 times better. matching!! couple!! costumes!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* she is totally in for cute and cheesy outfits! maybe she can be the queen this time and you get to play the knight in shining armor? she would absolutely love that!

✦ arashi will hold to your arm with such a bright smile as you walk through the streets at night, giggling at each other. if there’s some sort of parade or event she will convince you to participate. cutest couple in the area, everyone needs to see you! she will kiss your cheek for every compliment you get for your costumes or how cute you two look so be prepared for a loooot of kisses! 

✦ arashi is extremely nice and sweet with children, so everyone wants to be her little sibling at all costs! holding an open day at yumenosaki for halloween was a wonderful idea and seeing your girlfriend be absolutely swarmed by all the kids that want to have a talk with “ms knight” makes your heart flutter. oh she is SO cute! she’ll sit together and let them have a ton of sweets. and of course, you’re invited too~

✦ talking about sweets, she insists on making a lot of homemade cookies and sweets for the kids so you end up having a very wholesome cooking session together. she might put just a tiny bit of frosting in the tip of your nose so she can kiss you so be prepared ehehe other than that, the cookies come out absolutely adorable, a lot of cute little cinnamon pumpkins and ghosts. they’re so cute you wonder if anyone will be able to eat them... arashi says it’s because everything you do together is perfect because you’re made for each other ♪(´▽｀)

HINATA AOI;

✦ ohhh you’re in for a good one, celebrating halloween with hinata. he’s absolutely ecstatic and has been ever since summer ended. yes he is the kind of person that will keep a “X days to halloween” calendar on his phone because it’s his absolute favourite celebration in the entire year!

✦ i mean you get free sweets or the absolute wonderful chance of pulling a prank and getting away with it no matter what it is, hinata is on cloud nine just by thinking of his many many options for the day. you can bet he has been planning each and every one of his pranks by months so you might have to do some danger control for a bit before he goes overboard with it ehehe

✦ but really, hinata is super excited. his fav time of the year, together with his fav person? 11/10, would love to do it every day! he will do his best to try and get halloween night free just so you can play around together, maybe go trick or treating too. nope, you’re never too old for trick or treating: it’s free sweets so you’re definitely never too old!! (๑•̀д•́๑)

✦ you two will surely get back home with a bag full of sweets, lollipops and everything in between as hinata happily trots down the street. he may accept to share his prizes if you do something for him. maybe a kiss in the cheek? what do you say about holding hands and cuddling aaaaall night long? no, no, both! but even as you accept to do all of that, he’ll keep adding things to the list as he runs away with his rewards so you’ll probably have to run after him too!

✦ talking about running, hinata never runs out of energy even as you crash down on your living room after a very intense day. he’ll grab your arm and poke your cheek until you accept to let him rest against your shoulder, as he feeds you some of the candies. aww you’re getting sweeter and sweeter~ he can’t resist to steal a cute kiss from your lips as he sees you nodding off to sleep. don’t worry, he’ll be a good boy and take care of you. after all, you were the best company he could have ever asked for in halloween! <3

NATSUME SAKASAKI;

✦ once again, someone who does enjoy halloween. we’re talking about everyone’s favourite magician, you mean he can pull magic tricks with an actual excuse this time? he’s in. absolutely, 100% in.

✦ buuuut he isn’t the kind to look excited 24/7. it’s more like he’s scheming something (and has been for a while) because every time you mention halloween he has a knowing smirk on his lips. yes, just you leave everything to your very wonderful boyfriend, you won’t regret your choice~

✦ for some reason, kids keep calling at his door. it’s such a wonderful sight, little kids all dressed up playing trick or treat to natsume out of all people. he does have a huge stack of sweets at the entrance and yet he is asking to be tricked by all the children. why? well, he needs to see what these kids are made of first! and yet he keeps giving them sweets every time but shhh. just ignore that. he’s not being nice. it’s all in your mind, okay?

✦ natsume doesn’t really like crowds so he came up with some good, stay-at-home kind of halloween night. we’re in horror story territory here: this boy has a surprising amount of terror books and games in his room and he’s planning to go through each and every one of them —just to see your reaction. he doesn’t want to make you scared, more like just a tiiiiny bit nervous? just so you’ll cling to his arm a little bit more? not (too) evil intentions, i promise! just some good teasing~

✦ watch this: you’re playing a game together in the darkness, barely illuminated by the tv’s screen and just as the highest tension point is about to come out, the lights go off. yes you are clinging to him whether you like it or not, it’s all according to the plan ehehe (●ˇ∀ˇ●) he might laugh a bit because your reaction is a lot better than he was expecting but he’ll end up comforting you and holding you between his arms. he just wanted to give you a liiitle scare so don’t be too mad at him, hm? you’re sooo cute when you pout, he can’t resist…!

✦ turning on and off the lights is such an easy little trick for him and yet he enjoys holding you against his chest a bit too much to do it again. you’re soft and warm... if you don’t like the darkness, he will show you a couple of his secret tricks: magical sparkles that twirl and grow from his fingers, dancing around you. it’s a really faint light but it’s enough to see his smile. if you point it out, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, not letting you go anywhere and not letting you see his face ever again (for the rest of the night). he’s the one doing the teasing here so don’t test your luck!! he might pull a biiig trick on you this time so you better be prepared!

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars x reader #enstars headcanons #natsume sakasaki #arashi narukami #hinata aoi #natsume sakasaki x reader #arashi narukami x reader #hinata aoi x reader

[ganyunomi]

omg for your headcanon requests... unrequited love with hq boys,, you decide the characters bby mwah

ʚ UNREQUITED LOVE ɞ

mvps. iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, miya osamu, oikawa tooru

anything special to declare? ehehe angst; this is very much not proofread jdks 

a/n: issy this is some hot girl shit iLY <3 ilysm issy aa <33 

ʚ IWAIZUMI ;; he should’ve seen it coming, he thinks. it all seemed too good to be true, with how you sought him out whenever oikawa was around. he honestly should’ve figured you had ulterior motives, still, it was his choice to become ignorant to the way his mind screamed at him to stop indulging in your presence whenever he noticed the way your eyes lingered at oikawa. it hurt like hell, though, to see how your face seemed to brighten and your smile became wider when oikawa looked at you. iwaizumi just wished he’d stopped himself from loving you. 

ʚ AKAASHI ;; it feel bittersweet, how he loved to imagine that someday he’d be able to hold your hand as you both walked down the street, yet he’s forced to see the sight he always wished for, only that it’s you and bokuto. and he can’t even resent it, because he’s the one who motivated bokuto into confessing. though he wouldn’t have done so if he’d known he was referring to you, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that he never even stood a chance against him. he was everything you didn’t look for in a romantic partner, and maybe that’s why he should’ve known you were never going to see him that way.

ʚ OSAMU ;; he hates family reunions. not because he hates his family, but because he’s forced to see you shower atsumu with affection. then again, it’s not like he can do anything about it, he pushed you into atsumu’s arms, after all. well, he didn’t really know he’d coaxed you into his brother’s life, he really did think you were referring to him whenever you talked to him about who held your affection. maybe he should’ve told you it was him who made all those cards that he placed in your desk instead of letting you assume that the ‘miya’ signed at the bottom was atsumu’s. he’s wanted to do so too, but when he sees how happy you and his brother look with each other, he can never bring himself to ruin your happiness. 

ʚ OIKAWA ;; he always feels like his heart shatters whenever he sees you walking around ushijima. he’s already lost so much to that guy, so why did he have to lose you too? he really wishes he’d done something to be able to be on the receiving end of your love, to know what it feels like to hold you close and press kisses against your face. he never thought it’d hurt so much to see you with someone else, mainly because he never imagined you’d find someone who wasn’t him. maybe he should’ve told you how he felt sooner, he thinks, perhaps that would’ve stopped his future self to be in this much pain. and it’s even worse when you tell him that you’d had a crush on him, and he wishes he could tell you he did too.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hqcorenet #hqhangoutnet #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #osamu x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi keiij #miya osamu #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x you #hq x you #hq iwaizumi #hq akaashi #hq osamu #hq oikawa #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst

[mirclealignr]

Current WIP Requests!

Just showing y’all what’s to come!

And keeping myself organised so I don’t lose anything! Requests are still open! (And just so you know I accept more than just Remus and Sirius hahah)

Who I write for • Prompt List #1 • Prompt List #2 •

Remus x Reader requested by @emmaloo21 ~ REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!?!?! Oh my gosh, maybe a Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders Era, where reader gets into a fight with a Slytherin or something gets severely injured due to a unfair attack? So he comes and visits her in the hospital wing?

Sirius x Reader requested by anon ~ Heyy could you please write a sirius x reader where Sirius lashes out and calls the reader unimportant and then the reader doesnt talk to him for a few weeks and sirius realises what he said and regrets it. Im sorry if this is too specific. I love your your work btw❤❤

Harry Potter

Harry x reader requested by @mischiefsemimanaged Hey, I’d love to be added to your tag list! Also have a request: a Harryxreader where y/n’s embarrassed about her surgery scars. I’m having another surgery Friday and I wish I had a Harry lol. No worries if you don’t have time, love your work! Thanks so much!!

Charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ can i request a Charlie Weasley x reader where they were best friends w mutual pining at hogwarts but did nothing about it but they reuinte at the quidditch world cup bc arthur invites the reader since they remain close w the weasleys?? and they get together after when the reader stays at the burrow or whatever you want really!!! thank you so much!!

Seveurs (golden era) x Order!reader requested by @purpledragonturtles ~ Could you write a adult! Severus x Order member!Reader one shot in which they argue with each other, both unaware that the other is flirting with them. I don't know why but I picture Snape as a teasing kind of flirter. Of course, please some fluff (and angst) at the end

Draco x reader (part 2) requested by @patton-fielder ~ Hey sweetie! Could I get a part 2 to that heart breaking Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader request I asked for? Using 2, 7, and 8 from the fluff section? (All of them said by Draco preferably as an apology) i love ya so much ♥ stay safe! - prompt list 1

James x Slytherin!reader requested by anon ~ Hey luv, just saw that your requests are open again YES! Maybe on with james where the reader is pureblood and Slytherin and they met at a gala or something, he invites her for a dance andddd i dont really know i trust your amazing talent eheh Sorry to bother thanks in advance xxx

Marauders x short!reader requested by @remibarnes22 ~ Hiya honey, can I request a short reader and marauders fic where they’re looking after her? Like against bullies and tall things. Good ol’ fluff ❤️❤️ thanks xxx

remus x reader requested by @screaming123 ~ Im a self indulgent slut so maybe a remus fic taking care of reader after a bad day? If requests are still open ofc Hope youre having a fantastic day/night/both! 💗

regulus x reader requested by anon ~ Fluff 6, misc 8 with regulus pls 👀 prompt list 1

draco x reader requested by @the--queen-of-hell ~ May I request 2 and 15 from the fluff prompts for draco x reader? Thanks in advance (if you need me to be more specific, I can send another ask!) 😊💖💕 prompt list 2

remus x reader requested by anon ~ remus x reader soulmate 4 (both emotional and physical with more emotional pain for reader)

weasley twin x reader requested by @dreamer821 ~ Soulmate 4 & 5 (or either really!) with one of the twins??? 🙈🧡 prompt list 2

charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ hey sweetie!! congrats on reaching your goal, its very well deserved!! can i please, if its not a problem, request fluff no. 7 w (you guessed it) charlie weasley?? thank you so much 🥰

fred x reader requested by anon ~ Can I request a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader is Angelina's twin sister and Fred and George flirt with them all the time? Thank you!

harry potter x reader requested by anon ~ Hello dear! Can I request a harry potter x reader where the reader is just like Lily Evans and everyone who knew her has a soft spot for her because she reminds them of Lily? Also the reader has been friends with Harry since first year and they are in love with each other and everyone low-key loves seeing them together because they remind them of James and Lily?this idea sounded cute in my mind. Have a good day/night 💕

james x reader requested by anon ~ Okay for the james one from prompt list 2 fluff 5 6 12 13 BEAUTIFUL CMON eheheh love you xx

george x reader requested by anon ~ can i request hufflepuff!reader secretly leaving a cookie/cupcake + a small note for the weasley twins and they love the gesture but fred/george especially adores it bc it reminds him of home then they try to find out who it is and date them 😉 thanks

sirius x reader requested by anon ~ Could you do a Sirius x Gryffindor girl. Mutual pining for years but both are too stubborn to admit it till their 6th year when James and Remus tease him into finally admitting it to her. He does something rlly big and public but soft to admit his feelings.

draco x hufflepuff!reader requested by @bforbroadway ~ Hey! Could I request a soulmate AU (the one where whatever you draw on yourself is in your soulmate) Draco x hufflepuff!reader, and Draco just constantly has little flowers and rainbows and cats and hearts, and just overall cuteness, all over his arms? Just really fluffy 💕 Only do it if you think it will be fun, and keep doing great!

neville x reader requested by anon ~ 2 things 1) ur epic 2) can i have a neville x reader where neville is the herbology professor and reader is the care of magical creatures professer? do what you would like, i just think that would be cool again, ur awseome Lena

Headcannon for remus x reader requested by anon ~ Hey girl 👋 can I ask for a headcanon ? Reader being in love with Remus Lupin but him falling in love with her twin (not identical ofcourse) and dating the twin . Thank you ! Sorry if you don’t like the ask, I’m a sucker for angst and hurt! fics

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ heyy, are you taking hc requests? cause i think i'd be really nice a head canon of the marauders meeting reader's (who is a muggleborn) parents

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ hey! can i get a headcanon of the marauders having a big fight w the reader (they are wrong, but they only realize later) and then apologizing, angst but fluff at the end?:))) thanks

Sherlock

moriarty x reader x mycroft requested by anon ~ Hiii!!! Can I please request a moriarty x reader x mycroft where reader is moriarty’s partner and she’s mad at moriarty for spending all of his time on his game with sherlock so she decides to play with mycroft to get moriarty’s attention?! Sorry if I couldn’t explain it properly english isn’t my first language! Thanksss!

Mycroft x reader requested by anon ~ What about Mycroft x reader misc. 13? prompt list 1

Marvel

Steve x Avenger!reader requested by ~ @kitkatkl ~ Oooh, are your requests back open? If so, I'd like to request a Steve x avenger!reader where they like each other and the team orchestrates a game like truth or dare to make the reader admit it in some way (because I doubt steve would be down for t/d id he cant even get drunk. If you do do it, you can decide what's the truth/dare that makes them admit their feelings. 💙💙❤💙💙❤

loki x reader requested by anon ~ “Don’t go” as well as “We aren’t meant to be” and “It’s for your own good” with Loki? Maybe ending in fluff somehow? ~ prompt list 1

loki x reader requested by @mojofun ~ So can I ask a soulmate prompt for Loki? (The prompt about the mark)

Undecided Character

Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 (thehumanistsdiary)

What if, hear me out, “Why can’t I stop crying?” from the first prompt list, and “I let you hurt me because I thought you would hurt less” from the second? For either Draco or Severus? (anon)

requested by @thehumanistsdiary ~ Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 ~ prompt list 2

#jim moriarty x reader #sherlock x reader #mycroft x reader #remus x reader #sirius x reader #draco x reader #charlie weasley x reader #severus x reader #steve rogers x reader #tobias eaton x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #loki x reader #fred x reader #ginny x reader #hermione x reader #regulus x reader

[tokkimeki]

@dei-lab-assistant​ asked:

Do you have a Yugioh self-insert? (Or maybe more than one? With so many different animes in multiple dimensions and points in the timeline, it wouldn’t surprise me if you had multiple.)

If you do, and you feel comfortable with it, would you be willing to talk about them?

Oh, I do have a few characters! They’re actually alternate versions of OCs of mine that I use elsewhere! I’ve been meaning to talk about my characters for a while but I get really carried away with my words, so I’ll keep that wall of words under a cut here hahaha

Liana the Pure, an atlantean priestess who gets along well with monsters! Me and a dear friend of mine had a phase where we wanted to flesh out the background details of the doma arc in DM a little more and she’s 1 of 3 characters we put together for it, representative of my own tastes (she’s under a category of characters I have with similar features!)

Liana is a very carefree young woman who spent most of her life in the wilderness, completely in-tune with nature. Because of that, shes had to adjust to all sorts of societal norms after taking up her position... though, she can’t help but run around barefoot and openly stare at others.

She gets along quite well with Hermos in an AU we have!

The Weiss siblings are my characters for GX! I mainly focus on R, the aggressive younger sister with icy eyes and a blazing passion for dueling (her lava golem burn deck is what i would frequently use in duel links!)

While I often draw her with a confident, sadistic grin and her long, choppy hime-cut hair, her initial appearance is of an awkward, lanky, and irritable ra yellow student masquerading as a boy in a Blair Flannigan-esque fashion (but instead of seeking out zane, she’s there to seek out her older brother)

Originally set to go to Black Rose Girls Academy (because heck yeah season 0 references, and the uniform would have suited her), she sneaks off to duel academy instead in an act of rebellion towards her very controlling family.

Prideful, with a lot of confidence and good self-esteem. Her upbringing shines in how well she can carry herself when she has to, but her frustrations and attempts to hide her true identity manifest in the grumpy persona she takes in duel academy. Both sides to her are the truth, people are complex like that. Krissi (the older brother in question, from the obelisk blue dorms as all older brothers in this series rightfully belong!) is the reluctant heir to the family business who ends up having to leave and take over said business before he gets the chance to graduate.

He’s a charming young man with a good heart, always ready to step in with advice for his peers and underclassmen. Because of that, he’s become quite popular and gets along with many of those he interacts with. Outside the academy, however, his family and business partners view his compassion as a weakness. (He does end up proving them wrong, but at the cost of losing personal time and constantly overworking himself)

Since I usually only talk to one friend about these characters, there’s actually a little self indulgent bit about their family having connections with the Princetons;; Krissi would kind of look after (and secretly dote over, mother hen that he is) Chazz while R would constantly bicker and fight with him! Ehehe~

I don’t really have any others besides them since I never finished 5Ds (so im not confident with putting out content for it,,,) or even watched any of the other shows that followed except the first season of vrains (i had an OC planned for there too, but again, i didnt have all that much to work with;; they were just another old OC adjusted to fit in, specifically as one of the fake playmakers from very early on!) but yeah! There they are! 😭 It took me so long to get to this but thank you for asking about them... i don’t think I would have had the opportunity or even the will to talk about these characters otherwise!

#[ ars answers ] #OC #Liana the Pure #R Weiss #Kristopher Weiss

[ayyyez]

Hey, I read your TobiOC fic on Ao3 and I wanted to say that I'm impressed with how realistic it is and how you made Tobirama fall for your OC, that takes some serious skill! Also the last scene with the examination is so good, the tactile desciptions are so satisfying. I just really love this fanfic, it's like you really know what people want to read!! Thanks so much for writing and uploading it!

Aw thank you so much! Its one of my favourite pieces to write and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much! Honestly I'm just writing this story purely for self indulgence so im really happy other people want to read it too!

Also i love how you phrased Tobirama falling for my OC because he is very much in denial about it right now and won't even admit it to himself yet ehehe slow burn feels right?

Oh I'm really happy to hear i made him realistic theres always a fine line between making him true to character and completely self indulgent, so yay!

Thank you so much for taking the time to send me this message i really appreciate it! Ahh super happy 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕

#thank you kindly #Much love #Honestly thank you #FIOE #Fic stuff

[bandtrees]

For the character breakdown: the power couple Blake and Lynn Langermann!

mBUDDY YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!!!! give me a character and i’ll break their ass down! 

blake:

how i feel about this character: if it wasnt obvious i LOVE BLAKE SO MUCH he’s such a sad and tortured character :[ his backstory is deeply upsetting as is seeing him slowly break throughout the game and man i just wanna give him a big hug!!! he’s a very special character to me and one i project onto a lot (i think of him as autistic w hyperempathy like me ehehe) and i could go on for ages i love him so much. he’s just so stressed and trying his best he had NO idea what he was getting into and it just makes everything so much sadder 

all the people i ship romantically with this character: the langermanns give me so many warm fuzzies i love them!!! their dynamic is so good n their relationship is the best and im a SUCKER for friends to lovers n i think about them working together n bein partners in investigation n i just AAAAAA!!! honestly i don’t ship blake with anyone else... there aren’t exactly many healthy options for him n i always viewed him as like a little brother to the other protagonists more than anything else

my non-romantic otp for this character: see above!!! mayb this is cheating but @sammisafetypin and i have an au where the protagonists all live together post asylum and blake kinda becomes another son to waylon n it’s the MOST BLESSED THING!!! i ALSO like his friendship with jessica as sad as it makes me and also wanted to see more of ethan taking care of him :[

my unpopular opinion about this character: i HATE that it’s unpopular but blake is a GOOD PROTAGONIST !!! ofc the recordings instead of notes lend to him having a bit less of a distinct voice n stuff but he’s a very good protagonist and i feel like a lot of him being ‘’’average’’’ is intentional... he’s a cameraman, not a writer or reporter! his wife does all the talking, of course he’s gonna be inarticulate n swear a bunch under stress and i think that shows his character n personality just as miles n waylon’s notes show theirs n if ppl can build complex characters from miles n way’s notes then they should b able to do th same for blake >:\

one thing i wish would happen to this character in canon: i wish we saw more of blake n lynn like... as a regular couple doin their day to day n stuff!!! n their jobs n all that - with waylon n lisa we got a rly good picture of their relationship just by way talking to her in his notes but with blake and lynn we dont know much abt their relationship except that they work together n were childhood friends... show me the friends to lovers slowburn red barrels

lynn:

how i feel about this character: brave and powerful and doing her best!!! i think about how scared she mustv been during o2 when we had no idea what was happening to her n it makes me saaadd :[ she cares abt blake a lot n also i love her snarky attitude its fun! langermanns snark couple

all the people i ship romantically with this character: take a WILD GUESS

my non-romantic otp for this character: OK SO I LOVE THE IDEA OF THE LANGERMANNS BEING REPORTER BUDDIES WITH MILES WHEN THEY’RE YOUNGER and being separated when they move away and SPECIFICALLY i think lynn and miles wouldv been super good buddies (blake was sorta third wheel bc miles found him annoying but i like th idea of him pushing past that if/when they meet again n actually becoming friends...putting aside their (one-sided) differences For Lynn and this is becoming very self indulgent and fanfiction-y but i think about this OFTEN)

my unpopular opinion about this character: idk what the popular opinions are? hmm... ig some ppl might think shes whiny but i find that perfectly understandable given their situation n in general th langermanns feel a lot more like everymen reacting how everymen would (them literally crash landing in temple gate with 0 idea of its existence also made it way scarier for them...)

one thing i wish would happen to this character in canon: ok outlast 2 has its mistakes of course (though i think ppl don’t give it enough credit i do agree with the general criticism that its too shocking n tries too hard n all that) but i will never forgive th fandom for hating it so VEHEMENTLY that we didnt get a dlc... we were robbed of LYNN ADVENTURES and now we just gotta sit here and IMAGINE

POWER COUPLE!!! thank you so much for the ask it was a ton of fun <333 i always appreciate opportunities to babble ehehe

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