#ooooooh those are some good colors

[magical-wishies]

To love or not to love, that is the questio-

Ok whoops wrong reference. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I made a MV of the song "Darling Dance" by Kairiki Bear featuring my favourite little tricksters for the occasion!

I'd rather you go straight to Youtube to watch it because Tumblr always finds a way to cut the quality, lol.

Eng subtitles are available too!

Here it is! Hope you enjoy my pride and joy. Basically like a hopeful child but in video format. Reblogs are specially appreciated because Youtube sucks at promoting new channels!

This also acts as a behind-the-scenes post, so let's get straight into that, shall we?

MV Project 1 "Darling Dance"

Illustration time: 37 hours

Editing time: Approx. 30-35 hours

Total: 70 hours

*Cough* Holy freakin' moly does making an MV take so long. Before you roll off your bed, I'll say that part of the reason making the art took so long was because I have trouble drawing Marx consistently.

Here's some unused assets! Look at them, they're all salty over not making the cut.

In all seriousness though, a lot of times I don't really see a lot of editors/ MV makers getting appreciation for their efforts. And now that I've personally experienced making an MV for the first time, it's also increased my admiration to the people who dedicate their time to this! All the kudos to them.

Now, I'll go scene by scene then comment along the way! Spoilers ahead!

Verse 1

Pretty good for what it is. In the first image, you see that heart behind Magolor? I discovered the motion of it on complete accident lol. Capcut is hard to figure out..

I also really like the color palette of 2nd image. That art of Marx was the last one I did during production (aka I drew it this morning), and just look at him. He's such a bastard he's the best.

Pre Chorus 1

Mmmm yeah it sure is the pre chorus! I put a bar behind the text in the middle because I didn't want people to stare into their soulless eyes for too long. That probably worked!

1st Chorus

When I first added in the expression change, I fangirled over it a little on the first rewatch. Like, come on! They suddenly look mischievous, and the color change on the background! I know I drew it but still!

For the rest, I experimented a little with all the "Nah"s! I think it ended up well. Most of the lyric editing in this MV is completely original, so I had a couple of things to try out!

Verse 2

This song is horrifically outdated because it says Twitter instead of X!! (/sarcasm)

This scene is my second favourite. I'm really proud of the details on the tabs and the editing at the beginning! Wish I could put more images but the app only allows ten. Bummer.

Pre Chorus 2

I think it's cute, and I used it as my pfp on YouTube! That's about it though.. image limit is killing me I can't put anything here :(

Chorus 2

...Not gonna spoil it! I like how I drew them, but there ain't anything notable. Unless you look at the last image I put right before the bridge. :)

Bridge

This is where my editing comes in freakin' clutch. Ooooooh it's so satisfying to look at. Chef's kiss. Also those Marxs (Marxes?) are really cute.

The second part of the bridge is nice as well! I tried to make the lyrics snap to the rhythm. Glad I added that tv effect in the bg too!

Chorus 3

This scene is my favourite! Wanna know why?

This sequence right here. I think I will etch it into my brain forever... I love me some snappy editing. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot!

The second part of the chorus is like the original song's MV! I loved the hearts popping in and out whoever thought of that is a genius. Putting it into the MV was a good decision!

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy the MV as much as I enjoyed making it. And, stay tuned for next time! I have a feeling a certain jester is getting his own solo MV...

Feel free to leave your thoughts either in the Youtube comments section or here. See you around!

#kirby #magolor #marx kirby #marxolor #blood sweat and a lot of tears were put into this.. #curse me and my need of adding ribbons and pink to everything (/j) #i really do hope you all will like it though! all the best. #Youtube #flashing #cw flashing

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 10

An amazing edit inspired by this story! (Cred to Cora_Line99) Harley D. Dixon's Pinterest Board! Harley D. Dixon's Playlist!

📖Chapter List.

Author's Note. Stressful chapter below! Enjoy!

"Is that—? Are those Pokémon cards?!"

I'm holding hands with Sophia, wandering down the highway, when Carl suddenly runs ahead of us. He presses his hands and his face against a random car window with a painful clunk sound, but he continues grinning wide, from ear to ear. Me and Sophia catch up and stand on our tip-toes on either side of him, peering inside. They're both four years older than me, and taller, so I have to hop a little to see what they're seein', like a little piece of popcorn, but wow — He's right! There they are!

A book filled with Pokémon cards, tossed open on the back seat.

They shimmer rainbow-colors under a honeyed beam of sunlight, like little gems.

"Woah!" I exclaim, pointing at the magical display. "They're all rare, too! Look!"

Carl squeals, "That one's a GX card!"

T-Dog chooses this moment to stroll past us, muttering, little nerds, under a small smile.

We continue ogling at the cards.

"How do we get in?" I ask, tugging on the locked door.

Sophia hums contemplatively, looking around. She spots something. "Hey," She points, "There's a sun-roof!"

Ooooooh.

"Good idea."

"It'll open, right?" Carl grins at us. "We can climb in!"

Sophia asks, "Who's gonna do it?"

"Harley, you're smallest." He says, turning to me. "I think you should do it."

"Yeah." Sophia nods.

They stare at me expectantly, with big eyes, like puppies.

"I don't got a choice, do I?"

Sophia giggles. "Nope! Get in there!"

I start walking to the front of the car.

"And if you find a Bulbasaur, I call dibs!" Carl adds.

Rolling my eyes, I clamber up onto the hood of the car. The hot metal reflects the bright ball of the sun back into my face like a little laser-beam, and I avoid touchin' it for too long 'cause it burns. Carefully, I balance one foot in front of the other all the way up the windshield. I crawl over it, onto the roof. I stand up on wobbly legs, excited. Sophia and Carl cheer from down below. I take in the miniature trees sitting on the horizon, and the cooling breeze, and then I slide the glass panel back and scoot myself over the sun-warmed edge.

I land with a soft plunk on the glove compartment.

I duck down. I scoop up the giant booklet of Ultra Rare Pokémon cards with some effort. It's real heavy.

"Yes." I celebrate to myself.

One of 'em is a Lugia card. He's one of my favorites, 'cause he's real big and strong. I decide to pull the card out its sleeve and stuff it for safe-keeping in my jean-short pocket to look at later. I see Eevee, too. I bet Sophia will love that one.

I hear a dry hiss. Looking up, I realize there's a walker buckled into the driver's seat. 

Time to get out, I reckon.

I chuck the folder onto the roof and climb back out, sliding the sun-roof closed behind me.

"Guys, I got it." I pant lightly as I sit down. "I got it!"

I did it.

"Guys?"

What's bizarre about this next moment is that they don't answer me.

My ears start ringing.

"Guys?"

They're gone.

I look out across the scattered highway, struck by the sudden silence. I have a good view from up here and yet all I can see are cars and tarmac and trees. There's no Carl or Sophia. There's no Dad, or Shane, or Rick. There's no Jacqui, or Carol, or Lori. There's no man-made ambience, no movement, no nothing. The forest rustles plainly on either side of the highway as if it's swallowed everybody up.

The whole group has disappeared.

"Sophia?"

Nothing.

"Carl?"

Nothing.

"Dad?"

And again, nothing.

For a horrifying moment, I think I've been left behind. It don't make no sense, 'cause I know they'd never leave without me, but I'm scared, and it don't gotta make sense. Freshly panicked, I lean over the roof and peer down the aisle of cars, searching, searching, searching, praying, praying, praying. People don't just vanish outta thin air. What the Hell is goin' on? Where did everyone go so quickly?

This is when I spot Glenn, just by chance, crouched behind a distant car.

Wait, no, he's hiding behind it.

What's he doing?

Then I spot Carl and Sophia, and then Lori and Jacqui, and Rick, and my Dad, too, all huddled underneath different cars.

Oh, that's where they were. They were hiding?

Is that what's happening? Everyone's... playing hide and seek?

"What're you doin'?" I whisper-shout.

Glenn pops his head out. He spots me right away. When he sees where I am, his eyes widen. I start to stand back up again, wanting to go over to him, but he frantically gestures for me to get down. Is this—? Is this part of the game? Confused, I kneel back down, but he keeps waving his hand, get down, get down, so I guess I have to keep going. I slide onto my stomach. My chin rests against the roof. He nods. This is good. I stay like this. I watch as he glances from me, to behind me, from me, to behind me. He rocks nervously, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Sophia cups both her hands over her mouth, her eyes shining with tears. Carl trembles, crying. Rick breathes heavily.

What is goin' on?

They're all looking behind me.

I follow the direction of everybody's panic, craning my neck to look over my shoulder.

My skin drains all at once when I see it.

It's the herd.

It moves up the highway in a mingling throb of decaying bodies. I try to count, but— but I can't. I go up by twos until I hit fifty — Fifty. That's three classrooms worth of people — and this is when I realize something far worse is happening than what I was imagining.

I face forward again, suddenly matching everybody's sweaty, papery complexion — suddenly understanding.

They are playing hide and seek.

But just not with each other.

The herd continues its slow decent upon us, groaning together as one.

We make ourselves as still as possible.

One by one after Glenn, the rest of the group spot me, and one by one, they all go pale. I know why. Oh God, I know why. This is the worst place to be. If I was under a car like they are, the herd might be able to sniff me out, but at least they wouldn't be able to see me. Up here, I'm on full display. I'm on eye-level. I'm on nose-level. I have absolutely no protection on any of my sides. I'm basically a prime steak in a butcher's display window, singing, come here, eat me first. 

I am in so much danger right now.

The group realize this and immediately start trying to help me.

They gesture and mouth different things to me, unable to move from their spots. Rick and Lori are wildly waving, come here, come here right now. Should I? My Dad and Shane, they're waving just as wildly, do not come here, stay right there. I try very hard not to cry. I have about three seconds to decide what to do before the herd reaches us. Half of the group are nodding and half of them are shaking their heads.

I end up freezing. I don't know what to do.

Live or die.

Stay or climb down.

I— I don't know which one is live and which one is die!

Carl and Sophia cry even harder, shushed and coddled by their terrified mothers.

Three.

My Dad makes a sawing motion over his neck, mouthing furiously, do not move.

Two.

Rick flicks his fingers, mouthing urgently, come here, honey.

One.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

They've reached the car.

The three seconds are up.

Everybody is forced to retreat further into their hidey holes. I lay my head down, plastering myself against the metal. I see Rick soundlessly growl to himself in frustration, and my Dad watching on in bated, controlled horror as the herd begins to seamlessly merge with us.

The first walker is a skinny lady with teeth-colored eyeballs, leaking clear gunk down her rotten cheeks. She bites at the air, twitching her face in my direction. I watch as she recognises a whiff of my scent on the breeze, tastes it with her open mouth, and then croaking dryly, decides to continue lumbering past. I'm relieved, but not for long. This is only one win. It has to happen at least forty-nine more times, and we all know the chances of that are grim. One of them is going to find me. There's just no way they won't.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The walkers palm their way down the car, ambling by in hungry clusters.

From underneath me, inside the car, there's another thunk, thunk, thunk-ing.

I glance through the sun-roof. 

The driver's managed to wiggle himself outta his seat-belt. He paws at the glass, tickling my belly through it.

I make an awful squeak noise.

I slap my hand over my mouth.

Terrified, I watch as the closest walkers swivel their heads in my direction. They break off and begin to shuffle their way over to me, oh God, against the flow of the herd. I can do nothing but squirm a few inches away as they bunch up along the left side of the car, feeling it out. They bulge their eyes wide open, desperate to see what made the sound. Their chipped and wrinkly fingers slither their way onto the roof. Oh, no. They pad around, bumping into the Pokémon folder. It gets knocked close to the edge, ready to fall.

On reflex, I smack my hand down onto it.

In my peripheral, I can see Rick, Shane, and my Dad all watching, all itching to help me.

One gray hand and two blistered, yellow ones curl around the book, pulling on it. I pinch the corner of the cover, the only thing I can really reach now, and I try pulling it back. Thunk, thunk, thunk. As I contort myself, my shirt raises above my belly-button.

I hear someone hiss in pain nearby.

I almost let the book slip but catch it at the last second. 

Straining, I look up, worried. Through the mess of necks and arms and ankles, I glimpse T-Dog, clutching his bleeding hand.

Oh, God. Is he okay?

Fingers prod at my bare belly.

I almost burst a lung trying to repress my scream, but it works. I don't scream. I moan uncomfortably as the driver pokes and swipes his finger pads against my skin, through a crack in the sun-roof. I arch away from him, and away from the herd. Inevitably — Away from the book, too. The corner of it slips from my fingers, and I have exactly half a second to process the feeling of my stomach dropping like a sack of bricks, right before the entire folder careens over the edge. Splat. I hear every last crinkly, plastic page hit the ground.

And so do the herd.

Like one big choir, they groan with delight, turning in my direction.

Carol tucks Sophia's face into her neck as she cries.

Carl hides his face in his arms.

I wish I could tell them that this isn't their fault. I wanted the cards, too.

Suddenly, the small crowd of walkers becomes a big one, and then an even bigger one. They lump in together until there's at least twenty of 'em groping at me, rocking the car underneath me, growling and snarling and spitting and gnashing ferally. I scuttle backwards, but they're on the other side now, too. They're smacking the trunk. They're leaning over the hood. Their forearms stretch out over the roof from every side, and I'm forced to stand, now, my feet corralled into the tiny square of the sun-roof. The driver licks at my shoes. I can't even jump off. I'm surrounded.

I look up, panicked.

Immediately, I see that Rick has been stalking toward me under the cover of nearby cars. He's reached T-Dog, half-way to where I am. He's helping wrap a scrap of cloth around his bleeding palm, glancing at me nervously. A walker brushes past them both.

My Dad, he's been movin' closer, too. He cranks a bolt into the string off his crossbow, kneeling in the crevice of an open car door.

Shane drives his knife into the soft nape of a walker, laying it down onto the tarmac after, creeping forward.

They look vaguely synchronized, as if they've made a plan and are executing it.

Whatever it is, I sure hope it works.

The car rocks harshly, like a mechanical bull.

I nearly lose my footing.

Fwip!

Thump!

A walker slumps onto the hood, an arrow sticking up through its scalp.

Fwip!

Another walker on the hood is shot.

The main crowd of walkers grope at my ankles.

Why's he not shootin' these ones?

I point down at them, pleading silently, please, Dad, 'cause these ones are closer to biting me.

Fwip!

He chooses to shoot another hood-walker, instead.

Rick silently approaches, just a few feet away. He gently smacks a car door, emitting quiet clap-clap-clap sounds. Some of the walkers all sprawled across the hood turn their attention away from me and onto him. This is where I start to piece together what they're doing. They're targeting the walkers on the hood to clear me a path, so I can— I can what? Run? Rick stabs the closest walker through the eye socket, gesturing once more for me to climb down. I glance at my Dad, and this time, he's gesturing the same thing, and so is Shane, who sneaks closer and downs another one of the hood-walkers.

He and Rick are pushed back. They continue smacking cars and drawing 'em away.

Fwip!

The last walker on the hood is silenced.

"Run!" My Dad suddenly whisper-shouts, pointing frantically at the woods.

Wh—?

Run?

Is that the plan?

Rick whispers what I think is, "We'll find you!"

"Go!" Shane hisses.

It is the plan.

They've given me an opportunity to run.

I did it at the quarry. 

I can do it again.

This is how I end up sliding down the windshield, leaping over the guard-rails, and sprinting for my life across a grassy field, headed for a dark forest filled with even more walkers. This is crazy, this is crazy, I chant in my head, dodging a walker that lunges for me. I duck, trip; pick myself back up, covered in grass and dirt. I barrel toward the forest. The sun beams overhead. Behind me, I hear the herd growling, breaking off into little chunks that stumble after me down the hill. I swerve around one, two, and oh God, three more pairs of walker-hands. My brow drips with sweat.

I am running away from everything I know.

I don't have a choice.

The shadowed thicket swallows me whole, and I just keep running, running, running, over rocks and logs and ditches and walkers.

Everything is a blur of brown and green and death, and I hear a river — water, mud, that'll leave clear foot-prints, and my Dad'll find those — and so I veer off down a shallow incline, surfing the dry leaves and cutting my skin on pointy rocks, until I reach the bottom. My shoes smack into the mud — Yes, good — and I keep goin', scraping by walkers that cling to the trees and walkers that come crawling up out of the water. I break as many twigs and branches as I can to leave behind a trail — a bread-crumb trail like in Hansel and Gretel — so that I can be tracked.

I follow the river for what feels like ten minutes, and then fifteen, and then twenty. 

How far have I ran?

Where am I?

I run, and I run, and I run, skirting the weak river, wheezing, coughing, burning, and dodging stray walkers.

We'll find you.

They'll look for me, but maybe I can look for them, too, if I don't lose the river. I can follow it back to the highway.

My Dad knows all about tracking. Whenever my family went camping, which was basically every weekend, I's never allowed to skip stones or play hop-scotch like my cousins were. I always got dragged away, instead, by my Dad and the other men so we could go track turkeys in the woods for hours on end. They'd point to a pile of droppings, or a talon-shaped imprint in the ground, or even a twig that weren't placed right, and they'd whisper, 'cause we had to be quiet, Wow, ain't that interesting, Harley? Alone, the clues were useless. But together, like pieces of a puzzle, they formed an intricate map that only they could see. My Dad once tracked one'a those turkeys for seven miles. He could track a darn ant, if he wanted.

I'm not sure if I've covered seven miles yet, but I know even if I covered a hundred, my Dad would still find me.

I run until my lungs feel like empty paper bags and my muscles sing with pain.

Exhausted, I come to a stop at the base of a thick tree with giant, snaking roots, and I crawl underneath, into a nook in the dirt.

I look up at the sky through the gaps, feeling like a trapped bunny in a burrow.

I hear frogs playing in the stream.

I start to cry.

All I can think about is whether or not everyone back at the highway made it out safely.

I wonder if the herd has passed by now, and if T-Dog's hand is okay.

I wonder if anybody got hurt tryna save me, and I cry even harder, 'cause I really, really hope not.

I wonder what's gonna happen next.

Like a golden cough drop, the sun begins to sink down through the canopy in a syrupy glow, its light sliding over me. West. Okay, that direction is West. I'll remember that. I watch as the sky envelops the setting sun, replacing it with purples and oranges and reds. Slowly, the crickets come out, flickering songs into the warm air all around me. It gets darker. The purples bruise into blacks. The stars come out, and then the moon. A distant coyote howls at it.

The frogs continue croaking and splashing.

A mosquito bites my neck.

I slap it, cringing.

This is going to be a long night.

Author's Note.

If you're wondering about what's going to happen to Sophia... don't get your hopes up 😭

I changed this around a little bit, and there's more changes to come, but overall it will be the same.

I hope you were sufficiently stressed out while reading this chapter, and that you enjoyed it, haha. It was a little short but I was just so excited to post it, and I couldn't help myself.

Thanks for reading, everyone :)

Sending love! <3

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon daughter #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daddy issues #angst #rick grimes #shane walsh #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[threadsun]

Ah, Rory, Rory Rory Rory. Can you tell I have a hard time starting these? I sware, it’s like pulling teeth, I black out, and then I have seven paragraphs just sitting in a google doc. Anyways! Rory is obviously part of the Cloudy Town Crew, a colorful group of clowns that rolled back into this town in their teens along with some parental guidance in the form of Mama Rise and Papa Shine. They aren’t Rory’s actual parents but they took him in when he ran away

Thaaaaaat’s right, Rory has trama! Rory came from a very traditional household, the kind that clutches their pearls if they see a boy even make eye contact with a Barbie. Rory’s “sin” was liking baking and the color pink, so his parents wanted to get him working, some hard labor would do the boy good. While being dragged out by his dad to go job searching he couldn’t help but notice a big top set up in the local park, and a boy with blue hair lifting some heavy-looking crates

Rory blames his blush on the summer heat and totally not the handsome sweaty guy over by the tent. He tells his dad to look at how heavy those crates look and think about all the hard work that goes into running a circus, and just how much he’d hate to work there. Either he’s a really good liar or his dad was just tired of dealing with him but either way, he had his in. Jack said they’d love an extra pair of hands but Rory would have to stay with them the whole time, only going home for emergencies

Rory almost literally jumps for joy before faking a groan and moaning about how uncomfortable that sounds, and that was enough for his dad to shove him off to the handsome stranger and promise he’ll come back with some of his stuff. Rory does end up doing quite a bit of heavy lifting but it was worth it to hear Jack’s praise at the end of a long day, which he pretended to hate, poorly

The first time Rory let Jack see that gooey side of himself was after their last show at the park. That night he took Jack to his little bed and told him just how much all of them meant to him, how much he meant to him, how he doesn’t think he can go back to being told how worthless he is every day, how he can’t go back into the closet. Jack stops his panicked rambling by kissing him. That night Jack talks to his folks, who already figured Rory didn’t have the best home life, and asks them to let Rory join the circus permanently

Rory can’t even remember his old name anymore, having gotten a new one once he properly joined the crew. Rory Rainberry isn’t repressed, Rory Rainberry wears pink, and Rory Rainberry gets to sleep in Jack’s bed every night. He doesn’t need his old life, he doesn’t his old name, he doesn’t need to question how Mama Rise and Papa Shine are so good at avoiding the cops, he has his Sunny Day now, and he’ll be damned if anything gets in the way of that

After a few months of traveling, Mama Rise tells everyone that they’re moving camp back to her and Shine’s hometown, the cult. I’ll get more into that in Jack’s backstory piece but needless to say, they make it back to town and start to settle back in. Rory’s not a fan of all the people staring at him but he does like that he and Jack get their own bedroom now, so it works out. He learned about you in one of Papa Shine’s propaganda classes and thinks you sound neat. Yeah, he’s excited to meet you but he’s already got Jack, how could you even compare to him? Oh how his wax wings melt once he meets you

Ooooooh I love this so much!!!!!! Lil gay baby Rory having a crush on Jack is so cute!!! And their relationship sounds so weirdly wholesome for the setting, but like in a super fun way that makes everything more interesting >:3c

#sunshine #asks #cult town au #god I'm losing my mind over how good this AU isssssssss #I'd read a ten thousand chapter fic about this and still want more!!!!

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Lovebirds

Timari January: Replacement (Art) by @maribat-calendar-events

Summary: They find an old project from art class while moving.

Back to Timari January 2023 Masterlist

Tim slumped on top of Marinette, his chin resting on her shoulder to let him see what she was doing in his darling box. “You know, it’s not right to snoop.”

She snorted dismissively, but her hands stilled where they had been sifting through the many photos he had opted to take with him to their new house. “You got nudes in here that you’re trying to hide?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, I have those in a separate box.”

Marinette made a choking sound and her head whipped around to look at him to see whether he was joking. He kept his face perfectly impassive.

She squinted at him for a moment before shaking her head, grinning. “Anyways, I just wanted to see. I haven’t gotten to look at your photos in ages,” she said.

“Can I go through to make sure you don’t see any of the bad ones?” He asked, smiling nervously.

“... why would you go through the effort to develop bad ones?”

He huffed. “I was a kid. I didn’t know about shot composition.”

“Then why keep them?”

He thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “Couldn’t get rid of them, I guess.”

She hummed lightly.

Tim shooed her off so he could lean over the box. She huffed a little, clearly not enthused at the idea of going back to unpacking, but did so without any real complaint. She resumed her desperate search for bedsheets, neither of them wanted to sleep on a bare mattress if they could help it.

He grabbed a handful of pictures, the laminated pages just barely sticking to his hands. And then he started flipping through them. A tiny smile made its way across his face. He hadn’t seen a bunch of these in years, and there was something kind of adorable about seeing how bad he had been back in the day. Some of it wasn’t his fault, admittedly, catching people in motion was difficult with a camera, especially at night, but still. Looking at the blurs of color on dark backdrops that he had used to think of as tastefully stylistic rather than unfortunate…

It was a simpler time.

Besides, it made the few good pictures littered through the box seem more amazing. A shot of Robin and Batman awkwardly standing in line for smoothies. A picture of Robin in free fall, his cape fluttering in the ‘wind’. A picture of Batman poised perfectly against a rare moon in Gotham, a dark silhouette against the light.

And then he reached something at the bottom of the box that was too large to be a photograph.

Maybe it was a collage?

He pulled out a large sheet of laminated paper. It took him a moment to recognize it, but when he did he laughed out loud. “Holy shit, Mari, look.”

She blinked once, setting down a random vase so she could make her way across the room to stretch over him. Her eyes sparkled with recognition. “Ooooooh, I remember that,” she said, leaning closer.

The ‘that’ in question was a finger painting mural that their class had collaborated on during art way back when they were about to graduate from kindergarten. The base was a professionally done drawing of a forest, the trees sporting an almost ungodly amount of branches. This wasn’t the main feature, though. It was a backdrop for the actual finger painting the kids had done. Really, it was less of an art project and more of a ‘stamp your thumb in a spot and then turn it into an animal’ activity.

“When I put my bird next to yours everyone went ‘ooooooooo’. A classic,” Tim said quietly, pointing to the pair of tiny fingerprints in the top right corner. They had both opted to turn theirs into birds, because it ‘just made sense, they were in trees!’, but you wouldn’t know that from looking at it. They looked like smiley faces with feet.

Marinette and Tim’s blue and red birds had overlapped somewhat, turning the area between purple. Marinette had insisted that he had ruined it by ‘turning them into a Venn Diagram’, he had cried, and she had cried because he was crying and had begged for forgiveness.

It was quite a day.

He rubbed the two laminated birds, smiling. His thumb nowadays could cover up both of their old fingerprints. “I’m guessing you don’t have your copy anymore?”

She pouted. “No. It was the worst day ever and I tossed it into a river before it got home. My favorite pink skirt got ruined, why would I want to remember that?”

He snorted into his hand.

“You’re laughing. That’s my villain origin story and you’re laughing.”

He grinned and pressed his hand against his mouth as hard as he could in hopes that that would muffle his amusement even partially. He could still remember the pure horror on her young face, which looked particularly pale when compared with the bright green paint that one of their classmates had spilled on her. At the time, that had seemed like the biggest thing to ever happen to them.

She grinned and took a seat next to him, her eyes on the pair of birds. She leaned into him a little, almost mirroring the way they leaned against each other in the picture. At least they didn’t meld together like the birds had, that would have been inconvenient.

She absently rubbed her thumb against her palm, as if remembering the way the paint had felt on her finger all those years ago. “I almost poisoned a bunch of customers because I forgot to wash off all the paint on my hand before helping my parents.”

“... wait. Is that why I got a bunch of bread the next day?”

She cleared her throat.

“You told me the blue was just food dye!”

“Technically, I said that the blue wasn’t mold. And it wasn’t.”

He sputtered.

“And, I mean, you’re fine now, so it’s all good.”

His eyes narrowed at her. She was avoiding eye contact, so she definitely felt bad about it. But. He would have preferred an apology. Since she wasn’t offering one, he thought it was perfectly reasonable to resort to torture.

“How do you know that? I could be un-bread for all you know.”

She groaned. “I’m going to strangle you.”

“I’m a ghost! You can’t do that! Your hands would go right through me but, hey, at yeast you tried!”

Her eye twitched. “One more,” she dared him.

“... hey, you don’t gotta be a brioche about it –!”

She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him into a kiss. “Shut up,” she muttered against his mouth.

And he did.

#timari #timari january 2023 #maribat #timinette #shutterbug #timmari #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin

[bemorekleinman]

thank you for the tag @alligatorbloodmp3!!

tagging 10 people you would like to know better (except mine are open tags to whoever would like to fill this out!!)

relationship status: coming up on one year with my bf!! instagram friends will know him as the guy behind the weird playbill names so y’all have proof he is very fun and cool :D

favorite color: generally it’s some shade of blue, but I am a fan of quite a few purples as well!! maybe I’ll just say my favorite color is Dear Evan Hansen Blue for fun

song stuck in my head: currently nothing, surprisingly! it’s usually a kpop song nowadays tbh 😭😭 but as of the past day or so I’d say I’ve been alternating between the new waterparks album (stream intellectual property‼️‼️) or the falsettos soundtrack because MAN that musical goes hard

three favorite foods: ooooooh definitely udon and dole whip,,,,,, and I’ll say breakfast sausage because I was thinking about it yesterday for some reason

last thing I googled: “kim yong soo actor” LMAO okay let me give the lengthy explanation 😭😭 so I have been obsessively keeping up with the current korean production of death note the musical because I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAUGH but anyways the father of one of the actors unfortunately passed away so naturally he’s stepping out of the production for some time but the way instagram translated the korean caption made it sound like the ACTOR HIMSELF died and they were just causally going “oh yeah that happened, we’ll put in a replacement for a little while, sorry for the inconvenience haha” and I was over here like “HUH????”

dream trip: OOOUGH hard tie between japan (hopefully I can go next summer after I take some japanese classes??) or greece because I want to visit my friend there lol <3 OR anywhere that they’re currently putting on a (legal or not) production of dear evan hansen. hey wait tumblr folks HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THOSE WITH YOU GUYS YET?? BECAUSE WE SHOULD

anything I want rn: for everyone reading this to have a good day!! and for the issues in my friend group to get resolved painlessly and without any crying lol OH and also for me to not fail anatomy 🫶🫶

tags: like I said, open tags!!! will give @ujustgotghostbusted and @bloodykora a tag if they want to do it but no pressure!!

#I miss the tumblr moots </3 #sorry for being sporadically active as of late LMAO I lowkey keep forgetting tumblr exists #same thing with discord tbh…… I’ve reverted to my roots as an instagram girlie :(

[smellslikehome]

Post 3: Nat’s Perspective:

You know that annoying phenomena where once you want something or notice something, let’s say a car, and everywhere you look you can see that car. The exact make, model and color. Almost as if the car was haunting you. Or how once you see in your mind you want something, almost every ad you see is directed to that thing. It’s known as the frequency illusion for those of you that don’t know. It’s not that these things show up more frequently, it’s just that your brain is more likely to notice them once they have taken up a significant space in your mind. Unfortunately, for the past 3 weeks since I obtained my journal from the post-grad, I had seen him everywhere. In the halls, in the courtyard of the campus. Hell he even tried to talk to me one time while I was sitting with Barry and Bridget in the dining hall. 

    “Hey, we’re in the same class right?” he asked as though we had never spoken before.

    “Yeah, you stole my notebook… Can I help you?” I replied sternly.

    “Oh right of course! I think we got off on the wrong foot I-”

    “And reintroducing yourself like we’ve never met is somehow better because?” I asked. 

    He stopped stunned before he rolled his eyes and said “Nevermind. Have a good day,” and walked off.

    “Ooooooh who was that?” asked Bridget.

    “Some stalker from my class. He’s the guy that had my notebook,” I replied.

    “Hm…. he’s your type,” added Barry.

    “Go to hell,” I chuckled. 

Barry wasn’t wrong, but to be honest, I didn’t like the guy. Everywhere I looked it seemed he too follow. However, I didn’t have time to fool around and worry about someone that was inconsequential. I had my studies and my work to keep me occupied. I simply was too busy to trouble myself with… trivial matters such as this. The last time I allowed… let’s say ‘extracurricular interests’... to come between me and my work, I didn’t come out unscathed. 

Nevertheless, the 3 weeks since the fiasco with my journal had come and gone and I had just finished reporting to a client about the whereabouts of his missing father, as he hired Barry and I to investigate. Luckily I was able to wrap that case up and get paid just in time for me to head to class. I arrived to class about 5 minutes late, when the professor said, “Ah, glad you could join us Mr. Hicks. We were just going over midterm plans.”

    Midterms already. That makes sense. Luckily I take time twice a week to study so I don’t have to cram as badly. Though I am thankful I have no ongoing cases to distract me too much from my studies. I sat down and the professor continued, saying, “Now like I was saying, the project will be for you all to critique a story and write how you would do the story better. Then, write the story. Since that’s a lot for just one person to handle, and we have an even class, you will be put into pairs. Think of it like an editor working with a writer.” and he kept droning on and on. Honestly he lost me when he said this was going to be a group project. Group projects were a waste of time and energy. I do partner projects almost everyday, so I’m a good team player….

At least when I know the entire team.

    “I’ve already made the pairs. Though they’re posted online and I’ve also printed out a physical copy,” the professor said. 

    Under my desk I pulled out my phone and pulled up the classes online board. I looked around and it seemed like only a few people were doing what I’m doing. I guess since most of the post-graduates knew each other, whoever they were working with wouldn’t be seen as a stranger so that left me as the odd one out.

    ….Greeeeaaaat. I wonder who Brandon possibly set me up with to make my midterms hell.

    That’s when I saw it.

[Nathaniel Hicks  —-- Redgel]

 “Fuck…” I mutter under my breath. 

“Excuse me. Mr. Hicks, are you paying attention?” asked Brandon.

“Naturally,” I said, looking up as annoyed as possible. 

He dismissed class early and the class rushed the board to see who their pair was. I hear lots of ‘yes!’ and ‘yay’ from the board so I just decided to leave the room. I put on my headphones and was going to listen to music when in the distance I heard, “Hey! Wait Up!”     I turned around and of course I saw the large post grad that had been following me. “Looks like we’re partners for the midterm project!”

“Hm…” I nodded in agreement.

“So…” he started. “When do you want to get to work on it? We have 2 and a half weeks to work on it sure but-”

“We have 2 and a half weeks to work on the 1st half. Up until the end of the semester to finish writing,” I corrected.

“Oh… well I just don’t want to-”

“Wait until the last minute. Trust me neither do I , the sooner this is over the better,” I replied. Just then my phone buzzed. I looked at it to see it was Barry. “I gotta take this. Saturday, either your place or the library it doesn't make a difference. Email me the details through the classroom and I’ll show up.” I looked down and answered the phone and walked away. Luckily it wasn’t a case, it was just Barry trying to decide on dinner.

Later that night I was playing games with Bridget and explaining the situation when she said, “Ohhhh I hope he invites you over to his place.”

“I only suggested it because his profile suggests that he works better in an environment where he could be the most comfortable and I don’t need anything impeding my work. I just want to get it done and move on,” I confirmed.

“Well what if he wants to do something…. Extra?” asked Bridget, nudging me.

“Bridge… remember Riley?” I asked.

She reeled back a bit, “Yeah…. I do…. But Nate, that was freshman year… Not everyone’s like that.”

I sighed, “Everyone's like that to me. And he was the worst… I don’t feel like doing that again.”

“Hey. I was just kidding. But still the guy seems nice,” she commented. “I know you aren’t a big ‘let people in’ person. But maybe try to act a little less cold toward him. He really doesn’t seem bad.”

“And if he is?” I asked. Frankly I was in disbelief we were even having this conversation. I’m not just going to open up. Not like last time. Then again, I am unnaturally and unreasonably cold. I’m not blind to my own shortcomings, I know I could stand to improve how I treat people. But some habits are hard to change.

“If he’s as bad as you think everyone in the world is, I'll gut him like a fish,” she said confidently.

…Oddly enough, it made me feel a little better.

#original character #my writing #writers of tumblr

[milkywaydrinker]

Day 29. Halloween + Surprise

I wanted to write some more Cringe Crew. This took me way longer than I wanted it to. I had a lot of fun though, those three are so fun.

Her phone vibrated, and a faint notification echoed in the empty throne room. Zagan straightened her back and stirred up from her boredom induced comatose. She lazily swiped at the screen, one new notification from an unknown number. The text read:

«Heya! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) It's Badyah! Ya know, Norma's best friend (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ ? We're having a costume party next week!! I'd be soooooo cool if you could make it＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／»

Just as she was about to write back, the second message came:

«PS. It's a surprise, so don't tell Norma UwU✿»

That fully captured her attention. It was a costume party. More importantly, it was a surprise costume party for Norma. Now that sounded like a great time. Another notification popped up shortly after the previous two:

«PS2. I would be really grateful if you could come to help us with the preparations (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) Are you free next Friday (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)?»

"Ooooooh! I'm so so glad you made it!" Badyah squealed, squishing her own face in between her palms. "We have so much work to do, and I still need to finish my costume. Wait, do you have a costume? Can I pick one out for you?" She talked so fast that Zagan was barely able to keep up. "Wow, hey, slow down." She stepped out of the elevator, already feeling lost. "What are we even doing? What's this all about?" "Oh, right." The girl scratched her chin, thinking of an answer. "So, our boss, her name's Barborah, let us throw a Halloween party in Dead End. Everyone's invited." She started to pace around the main hall as she talked. "Coincidentally, Norma's birthday is coming up too, and since we are allowed to organize a party in her favorite place in town we might as well combine the two!" She threw her hands in the air with a huge smile on her face. "That's… actually a really good idea," Zagan admitted, already feeling the infectious enthusiasm of the human in front of her. "I'm in. Let's do this thing!" "Yes! I knew I could count on you!" With absolutely no hesitation, she gave the demon a quick hug, before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her deeper into the house.

Human customs were odd, Zagan decided while floating in the air, close to the ceiling. Most of the decorations were already in place; the Jack-o'-lanterns were lit and the tables were filled with themed snacks. Other people milled around the Dead End, finishing their tasks before the start of the party. She affixed the last of the fake spiderwebs to the chandelier and landed on the floor. Badyah waved her over from the other end of the room with her usual bright smile. "I've got us something fun to wear!" She grabbed two bags from the floor and passed one to Zagan. "I think I got your size about right." "Thanks." The bag was full of black clothes with many red details all over. "What costume is this?" "A character from Norma's favorite series!" Badyah grinned. There was a playful twinkle in her eyes that immediately made Zagan suspect there was some mischief afoot. "Which is?" "Demonvania. You'll be dressed like the main antagonist, who also happens to be a vampire." "So, the big bad from a game?" She tilted her head to the side, considering it for a split second. "Are they hot?" "Oh, I bet you'll wear it better." Zagan froze. That response was thrown out so casually, she'd almost missed it herself. Badyah had seemingly moved on to other things, digging through the other bag. Not knowing what to say to that, she opted to just excuse herself from the room and change into her costume.

She had to admit, it was a great look on her. It might’ve not been the exact right color scheme, she would’ve preferred purple accents over the red ones, but the fit itself was on point. The heavy cape did nothing to limit her range of motion and left her wondering why she’d never decided to wear one in the first place. “All right! Girl, I have no clue how’d you get my size just right but-” she walked into the main hall just to find herself face to face with Norma. She and Badyah stood at the entrance, deep into an animated conversation. They were both in costumes as well, Norma with some sort of a white mask, perforated on the mouth level. It was now raised to her forehead as she talked. She was dressed in a set of work clothes stained with mud and red paint, and there was an impressively large, and wide blade strapped to her side. Meanwhile, Badyah was dressed from top to bottom in black, flowy fabric. She wore a screaming, white mask, now tilted to the side of her face. “Oooh! See! I told you it’s perfect for you.” Badyah’s smiled, her eyes sneaking looks at Norma as if waiting for something. “Zagan’s here,” Norma said quietly, completely fixated on her and her only. “Yep! Surprise! Got invited and couldn’t say no. Happy Halloween!” It took a lot to not remark on being aggressively checked out. Instead of saying anything, she leaned in, closer into her space, and whispered, “and, happy early birthday too.” In response, Norma pulled down her mask and mumbled, “thanks,” from behind it. “This is going to be the best party ever.” Badyah sighed happily to herself.

#parkvember #dead end paranormal park #the cringe crew #norma khan #badyah hassan #dead end zagan

[tsuki-sennin]

(For some stupid reason, Tumblr refuses to show my reaction to last week's episode of Donbros on search results. However, it can be freely read here for your entertainment! We now return to your regularly scheduled brain melting.)

The greatest union of all time is about to occur. I have no further preamble, let's just fuckin' get right into it!

Spoilers, I guess...

-We're still far beyond your comprehension, huh Sononi?

-Awwww, Sonoi do a paint :)

-You did it :)

-"When the hell did I do that?"

-Sonoza's so proud of you Haruka :)

-God, I'm gonna miss this OP soon.

-Let's not dwell too much on the future though!

-Miho is not a gamer.

-Tsuyoshi certainly has an

-Interesting sense of what someone'd be interested in.

-"Yo, whaddup?"

-"We need Juto knowledge."

-"What are they, some kinda Super Sentai!?"

-"Haha, you really been spending a lot of time with your wife huh buddy? :)"

-Y'know Tsubasa, when Naoki Shiina freed you, the Juto that copied you didn't instantly die.

-I think that might be how they resolve the Natsumi/Miho/Crane Lady situation.

-Ooooooooh, that's right! Somebody's lying here.

-"You guys are noobs anyway."

-Ah, looks like Jirou's going home yet again.

-"I miss my girlfriend. Wanna meet her, Tarou-san? And my dad?"

-Tarou :D

-"Rumi cute <3"

-RUMI GONE

-OKAY

-THIS JUST GOT REAL CREEPY OUT OF NOWHERE

-"Ohhhhhhh, this guy's crazy." -Tsuyoshi Kijino, the absolute last person on Earth who should be saying this about somebody else's love life.

-Oh, here we go

-This HumaGear-looking dude must be this week's Hitotsu-ki.

-I think I've gotten way better about identifying Sentai references, so let's see if I get this one.

-Okay, I'm 100% sure those robots on the folder are Bioman-colored. Lines up with his boss looking like Doctor Man. Incidentally Bioman was a series Haim Saban previously considered adapting all the way back in 1986, a good few years before the original Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. It, naturally, didn't get off the ground at all (neither did an idea from Stan Lee to adapt Sun Vulcan), but was the origin of the character Alpha-5.

-And after that, you had the simply titled and completely Saban-univolved "Dynaman", which was basically an Abridged-series style gag dub that aired on the USA Network and Nickelodeon from late '87 to early '88. I've never seen this parody before, but I assume that, since it's late 80s Nickelodeon and they renamed Emperor Aton to "Bernie Tanaka", it would've been riotously funny at the time.

-"Chief! Am I your little pogchamp?"

-"Huh? Oh, yeah sure, whatever man."

-Poor man just wants some praise. Must be a former gifted kid.

-Looks like Miho decided to go on.

-Here comes Sononi!

-Kill her.

-"I don't wanna stab my fiance!"

-"Do it, bitch boy!"

-Ooooooooh, girl bringin' out the shade.

-"In the name of my beloved Natsumi, the black dog will chomp down on the crane!"

-"Awwww, how cute! The doggo thinks he's gonna kill me!"

-Ah, right immortal. Don Clan has an annoying tendency to make their stuff TOO strong.

-I have to wonder just what goes through Momoko Arata's head whenever she's brought in for InuBro scenes.

-Ooooooh, Sononi. Having thoughts?

-Oh shit, Tsubasa's throwing down!

-Murasameeee!

-Thing I learned yesterday. Murasame is, naturally, a reference to Nanso Satomi Hakkenden, which was the name of a sword with the power to control the waters. It'd make sense he'd naturally gravitate towards somebody named Inuzuka.

-Ooooooooh, somebody's dead!

-Oooooooh, nooo!

-Sononiiiiii!

-Hello, Tarou!

-"Humans are delicate little creatures. Same things that make them laugh, make them cry. Something that you'd never get."

-Thank you, Crane Lady, for your... somewhat twisted affection for our kind.

-Ohhhhhh noo, here comes the wife guy.

-"Sononi. What the fuck, man?"

-Well, that's messed up.

-Ah, yep, Sonoi and Sonoza are here.

-"Get out, nerd!"

-YO WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?

-She's your homegirl! Your bestie! Your sister! The one woman who isn't either completely horrified and/or enraptured by your presence!

-"The dog man..."

-Oooooh, Tsuyoshi's about to kill someone.

-Genuinely.

-Ohhhhhh, she's becoming a hell of a lot like the Don Clan, huh?

-Sonoi, honey, I think you're projecting a little.

-Yeah, I knew you can't do it.

-You boys :)

-That's it, let your hearts make the decision.

-Inuzuka Tsubasa did wound somebody's heart.

-"What the fuck do I do...?"

-Oniga Parking Garage.

-It's time for a duel to the death.

-Kijino's having a serious fit.

-I guess their identities haven't registered yet to each other.

-Jesus Christ, this should be completely stupid and asinine, and yet...

-Sononiiiiii!

-And she's down!

-Even Kijino's horrified.

-Ah yep, praise man. Right on cue.

-Companion time!

-Avatar Change!

-Matsuri-da!

-LET'S FUCKING GO!

-Holy shit, Tarou

-He said a nice thing :)

-Sononi :(

-Oooooooh, I recognize this set up.

-It's identical to how Yuka died at the beginning of Faiz.

-C'mon girl, don't slip.

-Noooooooooo :(

-Nooooo

-KAITO YOU GOTTA HELP US MAN

-He's almost completely back at square one.

-Fuck, man...

-Hello, Auntie Yuriko.

-What's up, Haruka? I only mentioned you once the whole episode!

-Bedtime?

-Inuzuka Tsubasa! He was with us all along!

-Wanchan! Pupper!

-We're takin' it outta town!

-The sight of our next grand battle! Quite possibly our grandest contest of strength yet!

-S

-SONOGO AND SONOROKU

-Oh, everybody's together! Right after Tsubasa said he never wanted to see Sononi again.

-Two villages!

-A whole squad of assholes all ready to pound down!

#don! don! it's a full force peachy festival! #donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #avataro sentai donbrothers

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Day 5: Cutting Corners

Agnes/Estinien. Modern AU. Day 5 of FFXIV Write: cutting corners. Estinien and Agi go shopping as their home renovation begins. Mostly SFW.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Estinien groaned, rubbing his temples. He and his wife were walking through the busy streets of Limsa Lominsa to a shop to pick out fabrics for their home renovation. Agnes was the picture of delight, while Estinien would rather have eighty spoons shoved up my ass.

Agnes giggled. “Cutting Corners is, in fact, the name of the interior fabric store, love. I know it’s not the usual place that Floriant gets his things at in Ishgard, but I’ve been here loads of times and love the selection. After all,” she squeezed his hand with a smile. “Our home is going to be a mixture of our two styles. Who knows—maybe you’ll find some things to your taste!”

Or maybe we can skip this and let Floriant bring us things that are appropriate! Estinien grunted as he opened the door to the shop and was surprised when they entered. It wasn’t like rainbows barfed in here. He thought there would only be massive bolts of fabric, not area rugs, hardware for curtains and drapery, and a selection of custom furniture.

“See! I told you it wasn’t bad.” Agnes grinned, dragging him to a custom couch. She plopped down and leaned her head back. “It’s very comfy, and the best part is that we can have it in any fabric we want!”

No. No. No. I have a couch. I love my couch. It’s a comfy couch too! And it doesn’t clash with anything! Beige doesn’t clash! Heaving a large sigh, Estinien felt a headache quickly approaching. “It’s very nice, but we’re not here for a couch. We’re here to look at fabrics. Maybe even some upholstery to redo those old dining room chairs…AGI!”

Agnes walked quickly to the selection of upholstery and excitedly showed Estinien several different samples she liked. They’re all…fucking so colorful. Why? Gray and beige and white and black are fine colors!!! “Look at this one! It’s called Carnival!”

“I, erm…” I want to burn the fucking carnival.

“Or this one? It’s little patterns in slate.”

“Um…” It looks like little dicks!

“Ooooooh, this is a good one! A nice, solid color—ORANGE!”

Estinien’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Orange belongs as a juice not a chair color!

“Love, look at this! It’s blue! You love blue!”

I love you. I love blue. I don’t love this blue that looks like someone spilled paint all over the fabric. “Perhaps we should see some rugs…AGI! AGI, WAIT!”

Agnes pointed at the rug below her feet. “Look! It’s got blue flowers!”

Estinien sighed and glanced at the tag in the corner. His eyes widened. Seven hundred gil?! For a rug with flowers! Absolutely not. “Are there any that aren’t as expensive?” Do area rugs cost this much? Surely not?!?!

His wife thought for a moment. “Some are less expensive, yes. One second, sexy…” She looked around and then squealed. “THIS ONE!” She took his hand and dragged him to a multicolored rug with various shapes. “Isn’t it lovely? Maybe we could have this as an area rug in our bedroom?”

Or maybe I could set it on fire in Aymeric’s garden? “I…if…if we choose this, then the paint color will have to change, no?” Agi insisted on our bedroom being a “soft lavender” or some shit. That’s enough color in our room.

Her face fell, making him feel like shit. Fuck. “O-oh, right. Um, there’s a few that are cream colored and plain. That could work too.” Fuck. Make her smile again, idiot! She was so excited, and now you’ve ruined it.

Estinien quickly looked at a few of the other area rugs and then snapped his fingers. “Look at this one, sweetheart. It’s gray, but there’s a pattern. Herr…fuck…what’s that called?”

“Herringbone, love.” She giggled, once again taking his hand in hers.

My wife is so smart. I love her so much. Anything to make her happy. Anything to make her laugh. “Aye, herringbone. It’s subtle but still a bit of pizazz.”

Agnes snorted. “I wouldn’t say herringbone has pizazz on its own. Maybe if it has sparkles!” NO. She leaned up to kiss his unshaven cheek. “Oh love, your tastes are a lot simpler than mine.” You love color and light. Bright happy things because you are bright and happy. My wife. My pretty wife who fills my life with love and happiness. “’Stinien, look!” She pointed excitedly to a wall displaying clocks for sale. “We can buy one for the kitchen!” Tugging on his hand, she led them to the clocks.

“I suppose we could, yes…”

“THAT ONE!” She stood next to a large clock on the wall and did an elaborate show off pose.

Estinien barked a laugh. “It’s a nice clock, my love. More than actually…” It’s very industrial. Metal. Old-fashioned. That would be an excellent edition to the kitchen. Having stepped closer and pinching my pretty wife’s ass, Estinien nodded and grinned. “I think we should get it.”

Agnes’s face lit up like a million Starlight sentinels. “Really?! You like it? You really like it?”

He wrapped an arm around her broad shoulders. “Aye. It’s perfect. Let’s see the price tag…” Oh. Fucking hells. Eight hundred gil for a clock?! “I suppose we can—”

“We don’t have to get it if you don’t—”

“Splurge.” Estinien winked and kissed her cheek. “It’s worth it.”

Agnes sighed happily. “You’re worth it, love. Every second of every day.” I have the best wife in the world. “Even though you want everything to be beige or gray.” She stuck her tongue out at him, which caused him to tickle her sides.

“You naughty little sausage roll. I’ll get you, my pretty…” As she laughed, his heart swelled. And my cock. Can’t forget that!

“Ahem.” A sales associate fake coughed, staring at the couple. Agnes, blushing furiously, nearly tripped over herself as she stepped away from Estinien. “May I help you?”

“Erm yeah, we’ll take the clock.”

To Estinien’s chagrin, they bought the clock, herringbone area rug, and a custom chair and ottoman for Agnes. She wants her own comfy chair for our bedroom, so she can sit and read or sew or be adorable. Just don’t think about the cost…

#estinien wyrmblood #estinien x wol #estinien varlineau #agnes currai #agnes varlineau #modern au #ffxiv write 2022 #ffxiv write #day 5 cutting corners #our fav couple goes shopping #agi and estinien have VERY different tastes #this reno is gonna be a thing lol

[twigstarpikachutroll22]

33, 34, 39

FINALLY!!!!!!!! =~D =~D =~D =~D =~D =~D

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

Either bright orange, bright yellow, purple, or rainbow, I think.

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

Ooooooh tough one this is literally SO open-ended.

One thing that comes to mind is some kind of thing that grants wishes, as I've got some really big desperate ones up in here that really nothing short of magic COULD make happen.

I think I might go with a magic wand or staff or spellbook or something, that I could potentially do like, ANY magical thing with.

39. what skill are you famous for?

For awhile a long time ago that was drawing. Haven't been "famous" for that for awhile now though, I don't draw as much these days 'cause I get artists' block a lot more and I have a lot less story ideas that I consider myself able to draw the way I'd want to.

For awhile it was throwing virtual parties, making things fun, making people laugh and smile, staying positive, and bringing joy and positivity into people's lives. Not now though. Very long personal story there. I don't think I'm completely incapable of any of these things now, but I definitely feel a lot less able to in a lot of ways for a lot of reasons, and I don't think I ever had them at quite the level that people thought for awhile, and I don't think I want to be "famous" for them so much anymore.

Which leaves, I think, writing and singing. I don't know if I'm AS famous for those as the ones from the previous paragraph, but I know they are things I like to do a lot and have very much been consistently told a lot that I'm good at.

[bitbybitwrites]

Getting to know you . .

Get to know me & tag 9 people you want to get to know better!!!

I was tagged by @heartsmadeofbooks

More under the cut . .

Favorite color: I'm kind of torn between various shades of green, blue and purple ( at least that's what makes up a lot of my wardrobe!) If I HAD to pick one of those, I'd probably say green.

Currently reading: I put it down, but need to finish it:

I LOVE reading about food and travel. Have tons of recommendations if anyone is ever interested. I got hooked on David Lebovitz after reading his book: The Sweet Life In Paris, which I also highly recommend.

Last song: Been listening to Sara Bareilles a lot lately - really love her work. This song of hers really speaks to me. The lyrics are fantastic. Click on the photo below to listen.

Also, had this song on replay too - for all you Glee fans out there, this is by Jon Robert Hall (one of the Warblers). Click on the picture below to hear the whole song.

Last series: It's hard for me to find time to actually sit and commit to a series. I think the last full one I finished might have been Moon Knight? I think I have one more episode on She-Hulk too.

I've been a big-time fan of the MCU ever since watching Iron Man in the movie theaters years ago. Steve Rogers/ Peggy Carter is my favorite ship - and I adore Loki too!

Last movie: Yikes! This is like the TV series option. It's really hard for me to get out to the movie theatre. I think the last one I saw actually I the theatre was Thor: Love and Thunder (*cough* MCU fan, told you *cough*)

Sweet/savory/spicy:  Ooooooh. I love food in general, but I'll go with sweet as my favorite. I love to bake ( and partake) in many baked goods.

( I will never turn away any savory or spicy food - though it can't be too spicy)

Currently working on: Right now, on some Klainetober 2022 writing prompts, but after that's done, I'll be back to writing the prequel for my first fan fic : Trick or Treat.

tagging: @gleefulpoppet, @madas-ahatters-world, @kirakiwi-kandaklaine26 . . and um anyone else who may be interested in doing this - just go for it, if you see this. (I always feel weird tagging folks - so no obligation if you don't want to do this. No pressure!)

#Youtube

[another-fantasy-world]

Hi! Can I request a part 2 to your Valkyrae imagine?

GIF isn’t mine. Credits to the owner!

Title: Idol’s Inspiration Part 2 

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rae x Fem! Reader

Summary: A collection of moments involving an idol and a streamer

Warnings: Cursing?. Just pure fluffiness

Word Count: 3,043 words

I had way too much ideas on this one so this is going to be a collection of said ideas. Have fun!

Actually, I saw someone on my dashboard asking for Rae x Reader imagines, so hi to that person!

You can read Part 1 Here

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You took a couple of days before you gathered the courage to actually message Rae, you also spent those couple of days staring at the paper containing her number and your phone, which also has her number punched in. 

“Okay. I just have to press send...” Your fingers hovered over the icon as you chewed your lips in nervousness.

“Oh damn it.” Luna groaned before snatching your phone and pressing send, barely giving you time to retaliate

“Hey!” You complained, staring at her in disbelief

“You were taking too long” She shrugged, sipping on her milkshake as she tossed your phone back to you

You only had time to roll your eyes before phone vibrated.

‘About time you texted me, I was beginning to think you forgot. Oh and totally, I could make a lobby for you rn’

‘Sounds good! I’m free this Friday!’

You smiled, well, looks like you’re playing with your favorite streamer group this Friday then.

-

Your bandmate Jace actually owns a gaming pc, to which you borrowed to play among us, which ended you up here, in his room, on a private discord call with Rae, her helping you set up for tomorrow.

“So is this your first time, ya know? Playing among us?” Rae asks as the download bar for the proximity chat

“Oh no. Uhm, My bandmates and I play all the time, sometimes on public lobbies and sometimes we drag our crew to play, especially while on the tour bus. Plus, I watch you scream and play all the time so you don’t have to worry about me Rachel” You explain, smiling softly at the memories, trying to ignore the feeling of content and satisfaction at how easy her name rolled out of your tongue

“That’s cool.” She replies, about to say something when a bark interrupts her

“Mika! Hi! Hi baby~” You hear her coo, your smile widening

“Raeeee! Tell Mika I said hi!” You chuckled

“Y/N says hi!” She says, running her hand through Mika’s fur, the white furball now sitting in her lap

“Awee~ You’re both so cute~” You coo, laughing when Rae hid herself behind Mika

You spent the night talking about random stuff, setting up for the game and running a test run with her, but then laughing when you realized you can’t play with just the both of you, ultimately deciding to start early tomorrow for a test run. Her also adding you to their discord before sleeping.

-

“My new favorite seafood!” You furrowed your brows when you heard Sykkuno’s voice fill your ears when you joined the discord call

“Shrimp.” Brooke giggled

“OOOOOHHH. So that’s why they were saying shrimp for Rae. I was like, what does that even mean?” Rae’s sentence caught you off guard, especially since you just tweeted that exact same phrase before logging in.

“shit.” You mumbled, having dropped the lid of the water jug you were drinking from.

“Y/N! HI HI HI HI” Rae greeted

“Hello.” You replied, a little overwhelmed at being the center of attention.

“Pfft- My chat is saying shrimp for Y/N now” Sykkuno announces

“Mine too” Brooke agrees, soon followed by the rest of the lobby, making you laugh

“I’m Sorry, Sorry! Actually, I may know why that’s happening. Fun fact! I actually gave people permission to shrimp for me on an interview, since I found it funny, especially since I’m also shrimping for someone.” You explained

“Oh yeah! I saw that clip.” Rae mumbles, trying to decide which color she should be in and what hat she should wear

“I wonder who Y/N is simping for. Hmmmm. Who could that be? Hmmmm.” Toast teases

“Yeaaah. I wonder who that could be.” Poki replies, her teasing tone much more evident

-

It had been a couple weeks now since you first played with Rae and her friends, her friends who are now also your friends. You were pressured to stream on YouTube by your fans and also Rae, who you now have late night talks with.

“Y/N! Hiiiiii!” You hear Rae as you rounded, soon followed my Corpse’s voice

“Choke me-” Corpse started

“LIKE U HEYT MEH BAT U LAB MEH-” Rae continued, mispronouncing words that made you chuckle

“Lowkey wanna date me when you hmm me.” You sang, connecting the wires

“NEW SONG! NEW SONG! Corpse and Coldify! C and C!” Rae exclaimed, her little red bean circling you and Corpse

“Oh yeah, definitely, Corpse? You up to it?” You ask, doing a little wiggle to show your excitement

“Hell yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he does that deep voice thing that made you flinch

-

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the sound of my voice.” Rae exclaims, talking to chat you assume.

You rolled your eyes, finding Rae’s voice beautiful. You jumped out of the vent, knowing that no one was around, making her scream

“Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let you know that your voice is actually beautiful and I would love to sing with you some time. That’s all, I’ll go back to killing now, Oh! you might want to check vitals, love.” You say, hopping back into the vent, laughing silently. Then abruptly stopping when you realized you called Rae “love”, glancing at the chat, who were now spamming your ship name with Rae

Seeing Lily alone, humming a tune, you quickly popped out of the vent, sliced him in half before a meeting was called, Ludwig finding Toast’s body.

“Before we start. I just want to say, to the person who called me “love”... You don’t get to call me that then run away!” She exclaims

“Sorry! I got embarrassed!” You pouted. You wiggled your eyebrows at your chat, smirking slightly

“Uh-huh. Oops, Sorry Lud. Carry On” Rae says, letting Lud explain his “Different Universe” theories about how Toast died.

-

“Heeeey...” Rae trailed out, her cornering you in storage

“Hiiii?” You smiled nervously. You don’t know what was happening in her mind

“Soooo... Babuska?” You immediately got what she was implying, nodding frantically, before realizing she couldn’t see you

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do this!” You both walked out, Rae on the lead while your white character trails after her

“OH LOOK! There’s Corpse! And Sykkuno! Hiiiiiii!” She greeted cheerily, somehow you could see the evil smile on her face

“oh- Oh. Hi Rae! We’re just shooting some space rocks here!” Sykkuno says, her green character circling Rae

“I see. I see... Babushka.” Rae states, you wait a couple of seconds letting Sykkuno and Corpse panic first, before slicing Corpse in half.

“OH JESUS! You killed Corpse! You killed him! You really kil-” He was cut off when Ash creeped behind him, biting his head off

“Thanks Ash.” You say, laughing as Rae gasped and laughed as well

-

“Rae~ Oh Rae~” You chuckled, looking for the brunette

“What?!” She exclaimed from her spot behind the seismic reactors

“Oh uhm, are you streaming right now?” You asked her, preparing yourself for what you are about to say.

“Uh yes? Duh?” 

“Ohkay... well, hypothetically, If I were to ask you out, is it okay if I do it on stream orrr?”

“Well, hypothetically, I would be fine with it either way, yes.”

“Oh okay!” You clear your throat

“Ms. Valkyrae, The Valkyrae, Rae, would you please grace me with your presence on this coming friday night and allow me to buy you dinner, m’lady?” You say in your best posh voice

“...Yes” She says in a small voice

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7!” You say

“Great! Okay”

“Great. I’ll kill you now.” you say

“Wait what?!” she exclaims, her scream perfectly cut when the victory sign flashes on your screen.

“THE AUDACITY! HOW DARE YOU! I- I CAN’T EVEN” She rages

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You apologized, laughing your ass off

-

“I’m on Y/N Protection Services! She’s been dying a lot lately!” Rae exclaims, you rolling your eyes at her dramatics, both of you were impostors.

“Well, thank you m’lady” You replied, faking gas

“Ooooooh! I have speci, come.” Rae says, her red character slicing toast nonchalantly when you passed him doing telescope

“Uhm-”

“Shh.” 

And suddenly, when the decontamination doors open, Poki emerged from it, panicking you killed her.

“Oh shit! No! Wait! I’m sorry! Pokiii!” You whined, following Rae into decontam

Finding Janet in Speci, You go to say hi, only to be interrupted by the body being found.

“OH NO! TOAST! He was just with me! OH JESUS!” Sykkuno exclaims, making you bite your lip to avoid laughing

“Where’s the body?” Jack asks

“Medbay, by the telescope” Brooke answers

“It has to be Y/N! She’s the only one who could’ve killed Toast!” Janet accused

“Hey! What?! Why me?!” you complained, 

“You came from upper decontam! Toast’s body is in medbay, That’s sus.” Janet says, you were about to defend yourself when Rae chimed in

“There is a possibility that Y/N is the impostor.” She states

“Wha?! RAE?! You- You were with me in speci!”

“What? No I wasn’t! You’re lying! I lost you when I was doing gas! I was looking for you everywhere!” Rae says making you look at chat with a pout

“I didn’t see her there either...” Janet backed her up

“Wha?! Guys?! Come on, let’s skip! There’s barely enough evidence!” You desperately say, trying to save yourself

In the end, 7 heads voted for you.

“...Y/N will remember this.” You state before being thrown off the ship, welcomed by Poki and Toast’s laughter

“Yeah. Yeah. Hmmpf.” you huffed at Poki and Toast

“My girlfriend just betrayed me. Rae betrayed me chat, she just, she pushed me off the plank. She just, watched as I burned in the lava. She kicks me out of her bed for Mika, and now she betrays me, then pushes me off the plank. Ohhh the pain” you dramatically say as you followed Rae, her returning to specimen

“Listen, chat, Y/N if you’re listening... That was payback for that one time you killed me behind reactor right after you asked me on a date! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked at your camera with an annoyed look in your face

But your smile slowly returns as Rae goes on a mass massacre making you both win without meetings, making you bounce in your seat, clapping

“Good Job Rae! That was so good! You successfully scared me, I might not sleep in your room now.” You teased her, making her gasp

-

“Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Hello everyone and welcome to the streeaam! Part 2. We are starting the playthrough of little nightmares 2- Hold on, Y/N’s calling.”

“Love?” Your voice rings out through Rae’s phone

“Hiii Baby! You’re on speaker” Rae states while looking at the game settings

“Oh. Well Hi chat! Anyways, Mcdonalds? I’m 5 minutes away, don’t start little nightmares yet, come on.” You whined

“Oh you big baby, I wasn’t starting without you.” Rae laughs

“Liar, I was watching your stream.” You deadpanned

“Pshh. Pshh! But yeah, Mcdonald’s fine. And hurry up! I wanna play!”

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll be there with your chimkin nuggies” 

-

“Baby?” You knocked on her door, even after all the months that you have been together, you always knocked on her door before entering, incase she was doing something.

“Come in love! Perfect timing.” You open the door to see your girlfriend playing with Mika, Little Nightmares 2 plastered on the screen. You approached her and kissed her forehead

“Hi Babe. Hi chat! How are you guys doing? Hold on, let me set this down.” You say, arranging the food on Rae’s desk, careful not to spill anything

“Are we ready? Baby, grab your chair. Are we ready? Are we ready? I’m so excited!” The excitement in her eyes is making you smile

“Oh she’s excited alright, she wouldn’t shut up about it chat. Trust me” You chuckled.

“Will there be a lot of screaming? Rae?” You read chat

“Uhm. Hopefully not, I don’t know dude. Can’t control my screams.”

-

“A Shoe!” Rae gasps

“Baby, there’s literally hanging kids dangling in a net and the first thing you notice is the shoe?” You looked at her in disbelief

“Oh. What happened to you guys? Stinkyy. Oooooh. Physics!” You bit your lip and shook your head at your girlfriend’s antics

“Y/N, I feel comfort when I hold this shoe.”

“Ouch. Are you saying I’m not comforting you? Rude.”

“Stop trolling!” She says, turning to you as you held up a fry

She raises her eyebrows before biting the whole fry, along with your finger.

“Ouch! Damn it Rae! You’re like a chihuahua”

“Owa Owa.” 

-

“I’m sorry. OUWGHH?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PALAMPARAMPARAMPARAMPALAMPRAMPRAMPRAM! SHE’S COMING!”

“RAE! RUN! RAE! RAE! RAE! HOOOOLY SHIT! RAE! RAE! RACHEL RUN! RACHEL! RUUUN!” You panic, gripping her thigh as the teacher neck elongated, following your little character into the vents

“SHE DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T CARE! PLEASE?!” 

A moment of silence pass the both of you as the character Rae’s controlling gets to safety. Rae slowly turns to meet your eyes, and bursts out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh at her

“OH OKAY? Like you weren’t screaming for me to run.” She says then proceeds to repeat what you said while in a panic, making you laugh harder

“Sorry for screaming, it’s just really gross and unexpected.” She says sheepishly to her chat, which was now spamming ‘HAHAHA’ and ‘Damn how long is that neck’

-

“So, this question is directed to Ms. Y/N.” The interviewer moves his body to face you.

“Yes?” You smiled, guessing that this must be about you and Rae

“How are you feeling about your pictures trending on Twitter worldwide?” he asks, a smile on his face as the pictures flashed on the large screen behind you

“Ahm, it’s really great. A lot of hard work was put into that photoshoot, mostly because my girlfriend, Rae refused to put on the dress and was attached to the suit she’s wearing right there. God, she looks so beautiful. Uhm, but anyways, it took a lot of effort to get her out of that suit. ” You grinned

“Ahh. I recognize that look, Makes me remember about my wife and I. You’re so smitten. Can I just say that I ship you guys so hard.” The interviewer says

“Ah- Thank you. Hehe.” You say, embarrassed but proud

“While were on this topic of trending pictures, Can you guys explain whatever these pictures are? I’m pretty sure your fans already know what these are. But an explanation would be nice” The interviewer now addressed your whole group

“Well, considering that Y/N is dating Rae, Luna is dating Sykkuno and Jace is dating Imane, or Poki,  Okay, so there’s this AU that’s around their community where they are mafia’s and we’re all members now. We all joked about being apart of their mafia, to which they agreed. So now Rae and Y/N are now the assassin duo, Poki and Jace are their supervisors and Luna, Sykkuno and Corpse are the deadly trio” Sebastian explains

“Their community is so creative I swear. And combined with our fandom, the fanarts and fanfictions are the best.” Luna says, a smile present on her face

“And yes, we all do read fanfiction, in multiple platforms.” You laughed, the live audience gasping in surprise

“None of you are safe.” Jace says in a playful intimidating voice

-

“Okay, I’m gonna get off. Thank you for watching. I’ll see you guys later, thanks for watching, I hope you guys enjoyed the stream. Uhmm. Appreciate you guys. Byeee!” you hear Rae end her stream from your spot in her bed.

“Hunter x Hunter? or AOT?” you ask her as you put your phone in silent and set it aside, opening your arms for her.

She crawls into your side, cuddling you while groaning lightly.

“Do you wanna take a bath first? Or do you wanna eat dinner? Maybe take a nap first? You’ve been streaming for 13 hours baby, your eyes are probably tired now.” You say, running your free hand through her hair

“Naps and cuddles please.” she mumbles, her head buried in the crook of your neck

“Okay baby, I’ll just put AOT on, oh wait. Hmm, Jujutsu Kaisen sounds great right now. No, wait even better, Ouran Highschool Host Club.” You go to turn your head to ask Rae, but you see her asleep. 

You chuckle quietly, knowing Rae, she can overwork herself, sit on a chair for 13 hours, playing various video games, while you really can’t see yourself play videogames for 13 hours straight, you admire that she has the patience and energy to do that.

Smiling, you lower the volume of the Anime that you’re watching, slowly pull the blankets up as Rae shifts closer to you, clinging like a koala. Mika jumps up and settles in between the two of you, Your smile widens at the feel of things, the calmness, the silence, the tranquility and the sense of home, something that only Rae can provide. Something that you have been looking for ever since your career took off. The constant trips to the studio, the paparazzi, the world tours, the concerts, the interviews, everything, everything was worth it when you know you’re coming home to her. 

You didn’t even know how you got to where you are now, cuddled into Rae, the comfort streamer you never thought you would meet, even when you mostly stayed where she stayed... Dating her was a dream, you didn’t believe it at first, she quickly proved that dream theory wrong when she kissed you, under the rain. As cliché as it seems, that was the day you both silently agreed to never let go of each other and take care of each other even if the other is half way across the world.

Even if dating her means also dating her room mates and her chat...

You would never trade it for anything. 

Even if you knew she would scream her ears off once she knows that you have a whole album that’s inspired and dedicated to her.

#valkyrae #valkyrae imagines #valkyrae imagine #valkyrae x reader #valkyrae fanfiction #valkyrae x fem reader #valkyrae x female reader #fluff #im soft #rae x reader

[eurotastic]

Eurovision Reviews: Semi final 1 2022

It's Eurovision season again, wooooooooooooo!!!

1: Albania: Ronela Hajati - Sekret

This is a complete mess and I mean that as a compliment.

6/10

2: Latvia: Citi Zēni - Eat Your Salad

This song will have all of Europe screaming "PUSSY! at the same time, and we should all be grateful for that.

8/10

3: Lithuania: Monika Liu - Sentimentai

This song makes me think of a movie scene - the year is 1972, there's a smoky jazz club somewhere in Eastern Europe, and a spy is there for an important secret meeting with a local crime boss, and of course, while all this is happening, Monika is on stage singing this song. Someone probably gets shot at the end. The song just takes me away to another era, I guess.

7/10

4: Switzerland: Marius Bear - Boys Do Cry

I'm not one of those fans who automatically thinks ballads are boring, but I think ballads require an outstanding vocal performance and/or impressive staging, and/or a really unique performer to really work in the competition. This song has none of those things, so that makes it the most boring song of the year.

2/10

5: Slovenia: LPS - Disko

This would probably be really impressive at a high school talent show, but it's nowhere near good enough for the Eurovision stage. It's just amateur hour, these kids aren't ready for an audience this big.

2/10

6: Ukraine: Kalush Orchestra - Stefania

Nobody does it like Ukraine. Hip hop in Eurovision hasn't been too successful historically, but if any hip hop song ever stands a chance of winning it's this one, and that is because of its own merits in songwriting, production and staging, even without the massive wave of sympathy votes it would be a deserving winner.

10/10

7: Bulgaria: Intelligent Music Project - Intention

Some local dads are playing some songs at the local pub - their cover songs are alright, but once they announce that it's time for an original song, the audience runs for the hills.

3/10

8: Netherlands: S10 - De Diepte

"Dadadadadadada. Ooooooh. Aaaaaaaaah. Dadadadada." I think this song is absolutely beautiful, and I love hearing the Dutch language, but I wish it had a little more lyrical content and less repeated nonsense syllables. I'm just nitpicking though, this sounds really great.

8/10

9: Moldova: Zdob şi Zdub & Fraţii Advahov - Trenuleţul

I love Zdob si Zdub, and I have loved them for 17 years. Some of my readers haven't even been alive for that long ☠️ As a song, this is my favorite of their three entries - the Ramones reference is so much fun, and I actually really love the revamped version which adds some extra punk rock elements. With all this said, this is by far their weakest staging, so I'm worried about this song being their first NQ...

8/10

10: Portugal: Maro - Saudade, saudade

There's a very fine line between atmospheric and sleepy, and I'm not sure where this one falls.

5/10

11: Croatia: Mia Dimšić - Guilty Pleasure

I actually really enjoy this song, but I can't think of a single thing to say about it. It's cute but inoffensive, so it's going nowhere in the competition.

6/10

12: Denmark: Reddi - The Show

This is the most aggressively okay song of the year. It's fine, it's whatever.

5/10

13: Austria: LUM!X & Pia Maria - Halo

Are the kids bringing back 90s eurodance now? This sounds ridiculous, it's too fast, her singing is way too high pitched, and I would call the production horribly dated if it wasn't made by someone born in, like, 2003. There's always room for cheesy dance music in this competition, though.

5/10

14: Iceland: Systur - Með hækkandi sól

In recent years, I have come to expect a lot from Iceland, and this is a huge disappointment. It's the color beige in musical form, and don't get me wrong, I would definitely wear a nice beige linen shirt to the office, but I wouldn't wear it to Eurovision.

3/10

15: Greece: Amanda Tenfjord - Die Together

I love the a capella vocoder vibe this song has going in the beginning, but then it doesn't really go anywhere with it, it just becomes a beautiful but basic ballad. I wish the instrumentation felt more unconventional in the rest of the song, the dramatic ending feels a little bland. I'm nitpicking because this is a really good song which could have been great with some small changes.

8/10

16: Norway: Subwoolfer - Give That Wolf a Banana

It feels really weird when the biggest joke act of the year is also the most well made EDM song in recent eurovision memory. I wish they did much more with the staging though, it feels pretty underwhelming right now.

6/10

17: Armenia: Rosa Linn - Snap

I usually really hate this specific type of Lumineers-style acoustic guitar music but this one feels okay. I think I really like Rosa Linn as a singer, I just get a good vibe from her, so I can ignore how dull the production is on this song. The staging is probably one of the best of the year, so it gets bonus points for that.

6/10

#eurovision #reviews

[butterfly-giggles]

Bratty Indulgence

Just a reminder that this is aged up KiriBaku and A bit of NSFW feel since it does have BDSM tendencies.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OUR FAVORITE ANGRY BOY!!! It just HAD to be the MOST stress-filled day that Bakugou had ever had to deal with at his hero agency. First, the morning started out with the barista messing up his order of a Frappuccino and blueberry scone. He did his best, this is Bakugou we are talking about, to not fly completely off the handle. With a sincere apology and promise from the manager of free beverages for the remainder of the week, Bakugou was satisfied. Then when he had arrived at the agency, Denki was his usual bright self and it was just TOO early to deal with right now. "Morning, Kacchan! It is such a beautiful day on your Birth - MMPH!", Kaminari's eyes widened at the sudden hand placed over his mouth. "Keep that mouth of yours shut, Dunce. None of these extras need to know that it is my birthday." , Bakugou glared as he pulled his hand away. "Right right! Sorry man!", Kaminari held his hands up in submission as Bakugou turned and headed into his office. Bakugou closed the door behind him and moved to sit back in his chair at his desk. He sighed in frustration at the long day that was ahead of him. In all honesty, he regretted not taking the day off like Kirishima had told him to do. Sometimes his stubbornness really did work against him. He then decided to pull out his cell phone and text his boyfriend. "Did you really have to remind the extras that it is my birthday today? Now I am going to be bombarded by shitty "happy birthdays" all damn day.", Bakugou wrote Kirishima, not as angry about it as he was proclaiming to be. Kirishima rolled his eyes fondly as he read over his boyfriend's aggravated text and replied back as he formulated a plan in his head. "You will be fine, grouchy pants. We all appreciate and care about you so just get to deal with it ;)." "Fiiiiiine……. But I am still going to bitch about it the ENTIRE time :P. Thank you…….very much, ya loser." Bakugou smirked at the last text message he had sent to Kirishima. He knew his brattiness was going to get him into trouble. Luckily for him, that is exactly what he had wanted. It had been about 3 weeks since his last "correction" and he much needed the outlet. The rest of the day had gone unbelievably uneventful, which had just upset Bakugou more. The only thing that really sated his aggression was the "Happy Birthdays" that he had complained about earlier. Now he was pleased to FINALLY go home to Kirishima and to what awaited him when he walked in. With a quick change into a black tank top, black sweat pants, and slip-off black shoes, Bakugou made a beeline for home. Opening up the door, Bakugou was greeted by Kirishima, arms folded with a smirk upon his face. "Loser, huh? That is not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend." "Heh…and what are you going to do it about, loser?", Bakugou began to walk past Kirishima, smirking as he let the brattiness take full reign. Kirishima unfolded his arms and quickly grabbed Bakugou's wrists and pulled him to his chest. Kirishima chuckled at seeing Bakugou's smirk and shook his head. "Seems like you just can't wait for some correcting, can you? Well then……..since we can't just ask for what we want, like adults, this isn't going to be very nice." Kirishima had then led Bakugou to their room, under-the-bed cuffs already visible and waiting for the guest of honor, on their king-size bed. Giving a firm nudge and stare of not to push his luck, Bakugou crawled onto the bed and set himself up in the bounds, except for his left arm. "Good boy", Kirishima stated as he walked over and sat at Bakugou's left side, finishing his restraints, "Rules remain the same as last time. "Green" is good to go, "Yellow" is I need a break, "Red" is if something is wrong, "Quirk" is done for the night. So then, color?" "Green. Just get on with it already, Ei. ", Bakugou fidgeted as the on-setting nerves began to take over. "Ever so eager for your destruction, aren’t you?", Kirishima replied as he placed his fingers under the shirt and upon Bakugou's

bare sides, drawing teasing caresses along the goose-pimpled flesh. "Sh-Shuhuhut up! D-Dohon't call mehehehe out lihihike thahat!", Bakugou squirmed at the teasing, both verbal and physical. Kirishima smirked at how easily Bakugou had caved and immediately started giggling. Normally there was just a bit more coaxing but it had seemed Bakugou truly did want this. Happy to indulge, Kirishima fluttered and goosed along the sides and stomach of his giggly boyfriend. "Oh? Sooooo don't call you out that you are just like your childhood best friend and LOVE being tickled into oblivion. Ooooooh I would never do that." "Gehehehehe! Y-Yohohou are suhuhuhuch ahahahan ASS! Ahahahaha! NO! No no no no nohohohahahaha!", Bakugou pulled at his bonds to protect himself, but it was fruitless. He could only shake his head as those teasing fingers moved to his oblivion. Kirishima grinned with playful evilness as he laid his weight over Bakugou's stomach and wiggled his fingers upon his uppermost most ribs. The sight before him was something to be greatly treasured. He watched Bakugou, head thrown back, back arched. and cackling up a storm as his worst spot was tasered without remorse. "Heh heh heh! I am an ass, huh? Fine then…..I will be the ass that is going to make you sorry.", Kirishima chuckled as his fingers continued their assault on the tender spots upon both sides of Bakugou's ribs. "SHIHIHIT!! NOHOHOHO!! Y-YOHOHOU CAN'T!! HAHAHAHAH!! YOU CAHAHAHAN'T!! AAHAHAHAHA!!" "Oh? But I can, you see? You just can't stop me at all. Maaaaaaaybe some nice words will make me go somewhere else." "PL-PLEHEHEHASE!! I DOHOHON'T WAHANT IT TOHOHO EHEHEND YET!! PLEHEHEHASE!! "Since you have asked so nicely I will move somewhere else." Kirishima smiled fondly down at Bakugou as he caught his breath. He pulled away from the blonde and moved higher up on the bed. The balled fists of his angry boy caught his eye and he nodded to himself, having chosen his next spot to play with. Kirishima reached forward and took Bakugou's left fist in his hands. In turn, Bakugou looked up at him and whined at Kirishima's next target but willingly opened his hand. Soon as the fingers were held back and an index finger drawing figures eights in his palm, he was lost to giggles again. Bakugou would never forget the day when his loveable boyfriend had found out that his palms were quite soft and incredibly ticklish to light touches. That whole night was filled with helpless giggles as his hands were held captive to teasing thumbs caressing while cruel arms and fingers held him captive. "Gehehehehehe! Why? Why thahahat spohohot?", Bakugou tittered out as he shook his head side to side at the feather-light sensations. "Because you have such adorable giggles when you are teased here. It is such a shame you don't let others hear you this happy.", Kirishima stated as he kept a steady pace on Bakugou's palm. "Nohohoho way aham I lehetting anyone else hear mehehehe gihihiggle." "But if you did, you probably would get tickled a whooooooole lot more. Obviously, this would be the only way to hear them so freely after all." The whine and deep red blush that dusted over Bakugou's cheeks were so worth it. Kirishima knew that there was little to no chance Bakugou would ever let anyone have him this vulnerable. This was his and his alone to treasure and enjoy. To be fair, he often went back and forth himself about wanting anyone else knowing that Bakugou was such a tickling masochist. About 45 minutes had passed, filled with switched spots along Bakugou's upper body and legs as well as playful banter mixed with laughter, before the code word "Yellow" was spoken. Kirishima had quickly stopped and given Bakugou a much-needed breather with comforting strokes through his hair. "Doing okay, Bakubabe?" Bakugou snorted at the silly pet name but nodded his head with a smile. He was beginning to reach his limit which meant Kirishima would finish him off by going for the soles of his feet next. Kirishima had stupidly called

it his "head to toe" treatment and it was a satisfaction guarantee. Bakugou knew he was going to be dead ass tired after this, that was for sure. He had contemplated coming home in his Hero boots just to see the look of sheer pouting upon Kirishima's face again. That "correction" had been spent completely on his feet after Kirishima stubbornly unbuckled each buckle and slipped the boots off. The whole idea backfired for poor Bakugou after having realized WAY too late that those boots of his made his soles much more susceptible to teasing. Kirishima enjoyed the hell out of it greatly. "Heh heh heh….yeah….I'm Greeheeheen…..I aham about dohone though." "Finale time it is then." Kirishima then moved to the end of the bed and slipped off Bakugou's last remaining shoe. It seems one had been dislodged during the beginning of the session. Giggling at the silliness of that, Kirishima had begun to stroke his fingers along the arches of Bakugou's soles. The reaction was instant. "Hahahahahaha! Dahahahamnit! It TIHIHICKLES!! Hahahahahaha!" "Oh, it can't possibly tickle THAT bad. You are not even laughing as hard as you would be if I were tickling your upper ribs." Kirishima playfully antagonized Bakugou, fingers caressing at the inner arch and instep. "Why dohohoes thahahahat TIHIHICKLE sohohoho much!! "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because your feet are a close second to your upper ribs." "Thahahahat was RHETORICAL!! Aahahahahaha!! ASSHOHOHOLE!!" Kirishima shook his head and smirked, now wiggling his fingers slowly upon the wiggling toes. "You never learn, do you? That mouth of yours will always get you into trouble." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FUHUHUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakugou had tried his best to stay strong and tough out the extreme sensations, but he was exhausted. "AAAHAHAHA!! QUIRK!! QUHUHUHUHIHIHIHIHRK!! AAHAHAHAHA!!" Kirishima stopped once again and let Bakugou out of his restraints. Pulling him into a hug and holding him close, Kirishima rubbed Bakugou's back and whispered that he did such a good job. "Happy Birthday, my Dynamite." Happily worn out and relaxed, Bakugou yawned out a "Thank You". Soon after, he was out like a light using Kirishima's shoulder as a pillow. Kirishima smiled fondly down at his boyfriend and decided a nap together was just what they needed.

#bnha tickle #bnha tickling #tickle fic #mha tickle #kiribaku #ticklish!bakugou #tickling #tickle blog #ticklish bakugou

[votederpycausemufins]

I said I had another chapter ready. so It's time to post that.

tagging @helleborusangel because they like my writing and @hermitcraftheadcanons since they and their community made the au.

now... with that out of the way, let's recap evo... wait shoot i mean hermitcraft.

“Pixlriffs! Turn on the tv!” Came a voice that followed a door being slammed open.

Pixlriffs turned around in confusion to see Zloy having barged in, panting with his goggles askew. “Zloy? What’s going on?”

“Just turn on the recap channel! Hurry!”

Even more confused, Pixl slowly turned to his tv and turned it on, switching to the channel that showed their recap show. “I thought you didn’t like watching our own shows. It’s not even a regular recap, it’s just going to be a clip show from the livestream. Why are you so-” But he cut himself off. Showing on screen was a countdown to the season eight day one recap. “What? But it hasn’t started. We haven’t recorded anything.”

“I know! I was with a friend and they turned it on and said they didn’t think it had started yet. When I saw the countdown, I ran all the way over here.”

“Do you think they just had a scheduling mistake? We might need to call the broadcasters and have them fix things up.” Pixl suggested, and Zloy shrugged.

“Let’s just make sure that’s the case and see which episode they’re actually showing. For all we know they mixed things up and this is just the season seven, day one.”

“I hope that’s the case.”

The two recapers watched the timer go down. Elsewhere, people were also turned into the episode. Some were pleasantly surprised by the supposed new episode. Others were confused thinking the schedule was wrong. Those who knew the hermits were confused, not having heard the new season was starting yet.

Then finally, the timer reached zero, and a familiar jingle started. And then a voice that was definitely not Pixlriffs spoke the phrase “This week, on Hermitcraft.”

“Wait, what am I doing in the nether? I just joined the world.”

Zloy and Pixl looked at each other at something they had never heard Keralis say. This was a new episode, but one they hadn’t made.

“A new adventure starts in season eight, new places and mobs to explore and see. And also Grumbot and Jrumbot are Hermits now. Welcome to the Hermitcraft recap! The show where no one is where they should be. My name is Toon Noah.”

“I’m Mysterious Goofball, and our writer is Pin Valentine. Today, we’re looking at everyone’s first day on the new season of Hermitcraft.”

The first person, Noah, spoke up again. “In this season, the hermits managed to update all the way to the second half of the caves and cliffs update even though that isn’t possible.” He explained what was going on in this season. “Everyone is scattered across the map and even in other dimensions. Monsters are tough, regen is off, and using chat is out of the question, so surviving is going to be tough.”

“At the very least, they can still respawn, so certain people have chances to escape. Escape what that is? Well, let’s look at what the Hermits have been up to.” Goofball said, sounding so nonchalant about what they were about to talk about.

“Starting with Xisuma, who’s started out in the deep dark. The admin’s helmet has been disabled other than necessary functions. His visor also gives him a little bit of light, so he’s not completely blind. Plus the fact that sculks are bioluminescent. But the warden is too, which has been able to find him a number of times.”

“Also in the caves in Jevin,-” Goofball spoke up again. “-who’s found himself in some lush caves. He’s got glowberries for light and food and the axolotls are pretty friendly. Plus, with enough searching, he was able to find a bit of wood for simple tools.”

“Speaking of wood. Some of the hermits have found themselves in the jungle.” Noah quickly commented before some audio from one of the hermits played along with its clip.

“Helloooo? Anyone around? Impulse? Tango? Hey is that Grian? Nope, just a parrot. Ugh, and here I am without any seeds.”

Goofball spoke up again when the audio finished. “Both Zedaph and Tango are in the same jungle, but the size of the biome as well as the amount of foliage means they haven’t found each other yet. Tango at the very least has started mining, and Zedaph managed to find a jungle temple and has already started on using the redstone from there for a melon farm.”

“How do you even make a farm out of that?”

“It’s Zedaph, what do you expect?”

“Well, as for the last of team ZIT, Impulse had found himself in the middle of a sea temple.” Noah spoke, as the video showed Impulse dealing with being underwater in such a place. “Between drowning and guardians, he hasn’t gotten that far away from his spawn.”

“In other aquatic news-” Goofball said, another clip from the hermits playing.

“If I never see coral again, it’ll be too- wait, is that False? False!”

“-Stress and False are also nearby to each other, both spawning in coral reefs. False was the first to escape, needing to just swim out of her spawn.”

“On the other hand, Stress was completely encased in coral and had to slowly chip herself out of the colorful prison. But by the evening, Stress was able to get to the surface and join False and an island, chopping down trees. They even started a wheat farm. But here’s hoping they don’t have to deal with drowned.”

“While she isn’t a drowned,” Goofball continued from Noah’s comment. “Zombie Cleo started out in a village. Normally, that would be pretty good, but being a zombie…”

“Leave me alone! I’m not going ta kill any villagers! I’m a zombie but I’m not that kind of zombie!”

“She’s been having an issue with the resident iron golem. With a bit of luck, she managed to hole herself up in a house which the golem isn’t going to destroy, but the villagers aren’t the happiest about it.”

Then Noah took over speaking. “From villagers to illagers, Mumbo Jumbo found himself alone in a woodland mansion, making himself the furthest hermit in the overworld.”

“Come on. Almost. Almost!” The video showed Mumbo running before he was killed by a vindicator. “Oh come on!”

After that, Noah continued. “He’s tried and failed many times to try and get out of the mansion, but eventually just started breaking the walls for tools.”

“The illagers aren’t really happy about it, but not like he’ll be going far, so I don’t think he’ll easily lose those tools.”

“Well at least he’s got supplies.” The video transitioned to a mountain top with three figures standing at the peak. “Grian, as well as new hermits Grum and Jrum are currently stuck on the top of a mountain, surrounded by powder snow. It’s pretty lucky that the three of them stuck together.”

“I’m not so sure of that.” Goofball spoke up, sounding a bit frustrated or annoyed. “While Grian tried to fly down for supplies to little success, other than fall damage, he hasn’t managed to die, using some sort of magic.”

“But it looks like the fall damage came in handy for Doc, who’s further down the mountain. He’s having a bit of trouble surrounded by goats, plenty of them being the screaming variety.”

Goofball spoke again, no longer sounding as annoyed. “Yeah, but while hanging out with them, he heard a different kind of scream and did something pretty smart.”

“Wait, what was- is someone close by? It sounded like someone just- wait! The death messages!” He pulled out his communicator and read the messages. “Grian died to fall damage! Grian’s up there!”

“I guess he is the scientist of the group.” Noah spoke, the grin he had on his face audible in his voice. “It makes sense he would be the one to figure things out. But even then, he still can’t easily get down the mountain himself with all the goats messing him up. My guess is he’s really regretting being the goat father last season.”

“Doc isn’t the only one getting familiar with the new wildlife though. Hypno has found himself in a large flower forest that has plenty of mooblooms. He hasn’t been able to kill any of them yet, and there’s only flowers and no grass for him to get seeds from, so while the place seems like it should be easy to survive in, it’s really the opposite.”

“The best idea he’s had so far is following some bees to find their nest and hopefully a tree attached to it. If only he knew he was actually really close to spawn, being the closest to it.”

Goofball took control of the conversation again “Well, that’s not entirely true as three hermits managed to appear at spawn, those three being Joe Hills, VintageBeef, and Etho.” And the three hermits were shown in what looked much more normal than everything else that had been shown so far. “The three of them pretty quickly figured out something was wrong and started to make spawn a safe place, also gathering supplies so they can eventually find the other hermits.”

“Except Etho got a bit ahead of himself.” Noah cut in. “He had a bad run in with some mobs and ended up dying, finding out his respawn is a bit different than others. But at the very least, he managed to find Ren.”

“Ren spawned on a cliff of a ravine. There’s no water at the bottom, and all the blocks in reach are stone, so it’s not the easiest to escape from. Still, with little else to do, Ren started slowly chipping away at the stone to escape the ravine, only to fall when Etho surprised him by suddenly respawning there.”

“Okay, I got through two more pieces of stone. At this rate, I can probably get to dirt before the sun is setting so- Etho- ooooooh!”

“At the very least Ren is respawning just fine,” Noah explained “So the two of them were able to help Ren escape the ravine, so he’s the third person to escape his spawn area.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” Goofball started to correct. “Before Etho helped Ren and even before Stress escaped her coral prison, Cub actually escaped the mesa mineshaft he spawned in. It was a little tricky with the cave spiders spawning, but he lucked out with the loot of a chest and was able to get a crafting table and pickaxe out of it.” Cub had found some iron, torches, a few seeds, some bread, and then used the wood of the mineshaft to get him on his feet in terms of survival. “With a few respawns, he took out the spiders and their spawner. He’s able to move around freely, but not wanting to respawn again, his hearts are a bit low, so he’s staying near the mineshaft for shelter.”

“Then, sort of nearby the mesa of course, is the desert, where the last two overworld hermits are.” Noah said, and there was the slightest ruffle of papers, like he was checking a script. “Both XB and Iskall are stuck in the same large desert, trying to find some source of food, water and wood. So far, the best they’ve found are the sticks from dead bushes. Out of the two, XB is doing a bit better since he’s found a cave for some sort of shelter, but Iskall’s much worse off,the sand messing with his one eye.”

“Between the heat, the sand, and my eye, I can’t even tell what’s real anymore. That cactus could be a tree or a town or- nope! It’s actually a creeper!”

And then Noah continued with a transition. “Getting even hotter now, let’s look at the nether. There’s only two hermits there right now, with different struggles to deal with.”

“Keralis is the first and lucked out a bit, landing himself in a warped forest right near a basalt delta, meaning he’s got up to stone tools. Plus, since nether gold ore can be mined with wood tools or better, he’s also got some gold boots to help with any piglins.”

“On the other hand, Welsknight is in a much worse situation. He spawned in a crimson forest and is having plenty of trouble with the hoglins.” And that was emphasized by a clip of Wels being killed by one of the mobs. “He hasn’t gotten too much wood before dying, but at the very least, he secured his spawn just enough he has some room to breathe. And hey, if he makes it out of there, he’s got a fortress nearby. But now to end this off, let’s head to the end.”

“TinfoilChef, or TFC is on the main end island, spawning on an obsidian platform just a few blocks from the edge of the island.” Goofball spoke. “It’s close enough for him to jump, but he still takes fall damage and has to deal with the ender dragon after that.”

“Not to mention the endermen too, which Scar is also having trouble with. He’s stuck on a smallish end island out in the further reaches of the end. There’s an end city nearby, but he doesn’t really have the means to get there. At the very least he’s got food from the chorus plants, but that won’t help too terribly much.”

“And lastly, there’s BdoubleO, who we’ve- who’s been lucky to not die so far being in a special situation.” Though they hadn’t been saying much, both Pixlriffs and Zloy noticed the slight slip up Goofball gave. “He’s currently looping in the end void, teleporting up to the top when he finally gets too low. There’s nothing in sight for him to know that though, so he thinks he’s just falling deeper and deeper. But hopefully he’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, that’s everyone, so that pretty much does it for this episode of Ev- Hermitcraft Recap. I was Toon Noah-”

“And I was Mysterious Goofball and our writer was Pin Valentine. If you’d like to see original content made by us, you can find us if you already know where to look.”

“Don’t forget to give this show a good rating and tune in next week for the next episode of Hermitcraft Recap. Thank you all so much for watching and good-Bye~!”

Finally, the screen turned black, signalling the end of the episode. The whole time, Pixl and Zloy had just sat there in shock, watching the episode and not saying anything. The thought of their show being taken over by some new people was scary enough, but the situations the Hermits were now in was so much worse.

Zloy was the first to move, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He had felt it going off during the episode, but had been too stunned to do anything. Apparently, he had missed multiple calls and texts about what had happened with the episode, who had been put in charge, what was with the hermits, and more related to the whole situation.

“We need to see someone about this.” Pixlriffs said, in a similar situation with looking at his phone. “Make sure people know we have no connection to this and hopefully also see if the studio knows who recorded this. I would also like to say that this is all fake, but…”

“Yeah, that footage looked way too real. I think the Hermits are actually in a lot of trouble right now.”

“Then let’s do something about it.”

#hermitcraft #scattered au #pixlriffs #zloyxp #toon noah #mysterious goofball #xisuma #xisumavoid #ijeven #zedaph #tangotek #impulsesv #stressmonster101 #falsesymmetry #zombie cleo #mumbo jumbo #grian #grumbot #jrumbot #avian!grian #watcher!grian #the watchers #docm77 #hypnotizd #joe hills #vintagebeef #ethoslab #rendog #cubfan135 #xbcrafted

[ulquiorrasimp]

I just love the Lucitan content, so may i kindly ask for a fluff content with some small smut? (If that's okay with you, of course)

Ooooooh yes yes yes

Thanks for asking! I'm glad to know that people like my content

To the whole audience : don't be afraid to send your comments and questions!

(Sorry to do it so late)

I hope you like it!

Lucitan

Lucifer and Satan are a couple of sadistics in their own way 

And that makes it hard for them to have an order 

They both desire control over each other, the eldest for their (very) obvious pride, and Satan only to see his brother's dignity broken into pieces

If both fight for control, Lucifer decides to give him a stop

None of them want to make a big fuss, that would only alert their other brothers

After a small pause, the eldest passes his arm over Satan's shoulders hugging him

The blonde gets closer to him to feel his warmth,

"He feels so good... "Satan thought

With his free hand, Lucifer caresses his brother's cheek fondly

The blonde took a little leap to feel his hand, but when he got used to his face he took a nice carmine color

"You like it?" Lucifer asked

"... It doesn't bother me, that's all."

"really? You're purring" Lucifer said with a smile

Satan opened his astonished eyes, had not realized such shameful action

"T-that's not true! You're imagining things!" The blonde was a little away from him.

"Don't be shy, your older brother is here for you" gave him a rogue smile as he approached menacingly

"D-don't come near me! Not with that smile and your bad intentions!"

Satan no longer had a place to escape, Lucifer had cornered him on the sofa

"I think it's about time you stopped escaping, Kitty"

Definitely that phrase made him shudder, and even more so that he began to approach his face

"L-Lucifer..." It's the only thing that could whisper, Satan was panicking, his heart was beating hard, and his body wasn't responding.

All he could do in those seconds was close his eyes slowly as his lips Trembled

What the 4th felt for a few seconds, which for him were endless, were soft lips positioning themselves on his own, there was no other movement, they just perched on him fondly

When he stopped feeling them, he began to open his eyes slowly, looking for his brother

All he saw was Lucifer sitting down again on the couch to have his cup of tea

He stared at him to notice that the major's cheeks were flushed

Neither of them said anything about it, they kept quiet until dinner

But

Outside the room, there were certain people stuck to the door

Asmodeus, Belphegor, Beelzebub and MC were trying to hear something

"someone heard what happened?" Belphegor asked

"I don't..." Asmo inflated his angry cheeks

"I didn't hear anything either" Beel opened a chocolate wrapper

"shhhh, some will listen to you, Beel!" Asmo scolded him

MC gave him a little blow to the head

Any grammatical errors let me know Please!

#demoncest #lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #luciferxsatan #lucitan #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #asmodeus #asmodeus obey me