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hannyoontify · 9 months

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how your relationship with seventeen was revealed

warnings | reader wears nail art for minghao's part

notes | reader is also an idol, kinda unrealistic in some parts but whatever js let me have this one LMAO, not proofread

seungcheol – an interview

he thought it was high time to reveal your relationship to the world. after (a lot of) discussing with you and receiving your permission, he mentioned you during an interview for a magazine shoot. the question was smth around the lines of "what do you do when you have a particularly bad day" and cheol casually said "i go to [name] for comfort. they're a really special person to me and always cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. i'm lucky to have them." with an absolute love sick smile.

safe to say, twitter almost crashed after that interview was released and you confirmed it on a livestream js a couple days later. (both pledis and your company were not happy but fuck them)

jeonghan – your hair color

your company's very big on self-expression when it came to physical appearance, so they never forced a hairstyle / makeup / clothes on you or your members. you were free to dye your hair however you wished, and you mostly kept it natural. until you met jeonghan. a couple months into your relationship with him, jeonghan came up with the idea of matching hair colors. he often had to dye his hair for comebacks, and instead of dying your entire head, he suggested that you would only get a single, visible strand of hair dyed in the same shade. you loved the idea and no one really noticed, not even your own company, until a eagle-eyed carat pointed it out on tiktok. the entire kpop community knew you and jeonghan were close since you both guest mc-ed together before and one of your members were close with seungcheol. and it seemed legit. the entire internet blew up and it even became a trend among couples. your companies both released a statement just a few weeks later, confirming the allegations.

joshua – his podcast w/ vernon

there was a question sector of the podcast he hosted with vernon where carats could submit questions via twitter and he and vernon would answer them. he saw a question that asked about their thoughts on your group's most recent comeback, and vernon managed to sneak in a few praises, complimenting the composition of one of the bsides before shua began a word vomit of praise, specifically for you. he complimented how much you improved since the last comeback and how good you looked in the music video, the teaser photos, the most recent stage, basically everything. he was so busy talking that he didn't notice the massive side-eye vernon was giving him and once he stopped talking, joshua physically slapped a hand over his mouth because oops.

no worries though, you thought it was funny and thought it was high time that the two of you revealed your relationship. joshua got clowned for it a lot though, especially by vernon.

junhui – instagram

the two of you tried your best to time your posts so nothing seems suspicious. for almost a year, your pictures from cat cafe dates to museum dates and late park dates went unnoticed by fans. that is, until your group went to japan recently for a short trip for promotions and jun tagged along since he had no schedules for 2-3 days. you found a cute convenience store during a late night walk with him and took pictures. some on your own, some of only him, and some together. except this time, the two of you forgot to talk beforehand and you both posted the photos on the same night.

your manager scolded you for being so careless, but truth be told he didn't actually care. he thought it was funny and only had a word with you because as your manager, he had to. (he already knew beforehand and thought you guys looked super cute together)

hoshi – seungkwan

you and hoshi were having a movie date night but you guys weren't particularly in the mood to actually watch a movie so the two of you just fucked around the whole night, prank calling different members to see how they would react and watching instagram reels (because hoshi swears by them and thinks they're better than 'that stupid clock app'). (the funniest reaction you got so far was mingyu, who was half asleep when you facetimed him and asked him if his refrigerator was running. when he responded with a groggy 'yes', hoshi said that he better go catch it and mingyu actually dropped his phone to go catch it.) the next victim was seungkwan, who you didn't know was doing a weverse at the same time. when seungkwan received the incoming facetime call from hoshi, he grinned and decided to accept the call by showing the camera his phone screen. what he didn't expect was to see hoshi's arm wrapped around you and his chin tucked onto your chin when he answered the call.

when seungkwan accepted the call, the first thing you saw was a reflection of you and hoshi, and you recognized the familiar flow of comments flying past the unfamiliar phone screen at an incredible speed. you dropped hoshi's phone in sheer panic and glanced over at your boyfriend who looked as equally panicked, his jaw basically reaching the floor. poor seungkwan began fumbling for a random excuse but it was too late now. the cat (tiger) was out of the bag.

wonwoo – via the company

wonwoo never thought there was a point in hiding your relationship from the public. he was with the person he loved and what a few jobless netizens had to say about your relationship wouldn't change that. after a couple months of 'testing the waters' and seeing how far the two of you would commit to the relationship, wonwoo just straight up went to the ceo of pledis and went 'yo i'm dating [name] from [group name] and you can't stop me' (with your permission of course, and you did the same thing) after a lot of discussion with both your ceo's, the companies agreed to simultaneously release a statement to the public about your relationship with wonwoo.

woozi – his lyrics

we all know woozi projects everything that's going on in his life through his song lyrics. yk those posts where people are like "i need someone to break bruno mars' heart again" bc his breakup songs are so good? it's like that. the latest seventeen comeback is FILLED TO THE BRIM with love songs and everyone and their mother is like "what the fuck is going on" because woozi's written love songs before but not like this??? the lyrics seem so much more deeper and personal, and the listener can almost feel woozi's heart and soul being poured into the lyrics and melody. woozi personally denied anything on a weverse live but people caught on once he released a mixtape of a love song and the lyrics contained a physical description of a person that was a little too similar to you.

minghao – books (and nail art)

minghao likes reading books. you like reading books. that doesn't mean you're dating, right? so many people in the world love to read books, that doesn't automatically make you lovers, right? ... right, except you read and post about the same books minghao reads and recommends to carats. even then, that could've been a coincidence, right? you just have similar taste in books.

wrong. you made a silly mistake of saying on a live how all your favorite books were recommended by a super close friend that you held dear to your heart. still, you can just be friends with minghao, right? wrong again because fans noticed that you had matching nail art with minghao's, the signature 8/infinity sign on your nails. there was no point in being in denial any longer.

mingyu – instagram

another silly little mistake. he recently came back from a trip with just you and him, and naturally, he wanted to upload some photos to instagram for his lovely fans to foam at the mouth scream over (he knows the power he holds). he was lying in bed (next to you), ready for bed as he scrolled through chose different photos to upload. what he didn't realize was that he had also clicked on a photo of you and him kissing in the dark, under a streetlight. it was a classic, romantic kiss. his hand was resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he dipped you, your leg held up by his other hand. almost immediately after posting, mingyu set down his phone and went to sleep in your arms.

the next morning, he woke up to about 56 missed calls from his manager, a BUNCH of weverse notifications, and 300+ messages from the seventeen group chat (that came back to life for the first time in almost a month and it wasn't js seungcheol talking to himself)

dokyeom – weverse live

dokyeom is surprisingly not shy when it comes to his relationship with you. after a few serious discussions, the two of you ventured out to the streets of seoul in broad daylight, your hand tightly entwined in his own, but no tabloid or news outlet seemed to catch whiff of it. dokyeom was frustrated because he wanted to show you off to the world, tell everyone that he was yours and you were his, but no one was bothering to expose it. so he decided to take this matter into his own hands. after receiving permission from both companies, he started a weverse live–with you. the two of you sat side by side, awkwardly waiting for more and more viewers to enter the livestream. obviously the entire internet went insane when dokyeom held his hand in yours and said with a proud smile that the two of you were dating and would appreciate all the love and support. and the internet officially lost it when he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

it was cute, and even his manager–who was sitting behind the phone–was smiling as he watched the two of you together.

seungkwan – an entertainment show

similar to joshua. a couple members from your group were guests on a show that seungkwan was a regular cast of to promote your upcoming comeback, and of course they already knew that you were dating him. before the recording, they were teasing him (they're all already very close) and kept mentioning your name, which made seungkwan turn into a bright red tomato. during the recording, when it was time to promote your group's most recent comeback, your group members stood in the center of the room and gave a little sneak peek to the choreo of the title track, which seungkwan followed to with on the side (people didn't notice this until the airing of that episode–and an fyi, this was before their official comeback). and when the time came to the talk about the production process, seungkwan immediately began to ramble about how much you improved on your live singing and how proud he was of you. he also talked about how you talked to him about how much you struggled with the change of concept and how you pushed through those hard trials. he also couldn't forget about how good you looked and how the concept change looked really good on you and the new makeup look accentuated your eye color. at the end of his very long speech, seungkwan realized what he just did and sank into his chair with his bright red face buried into his hands.

vernon – vernon being vernon

vernon did a vernon and randomly revealed it on a weverse live, almost giving his poor manager a heart attack. he was reading through the comments when he randomly said 'by the way, i'm dating [name] from [group name]' HIS POOR MANAGER. HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BEFORE TURNING OFF THE LIVE IN A PANIC. the following day, pledis released a statement, confirming vernon's impromptu confession.

dino – dispatch

my poor boy was the only one who fell victim to dispatch 😭 he was so careful not to get caught because he didn't want you to receive any backlash. specifically went on dates later in the day so the two of you wouldn't be as easily recognized, trying to stay home as much as possible, covering up as much as you both could. but eventually, dispatch caught the two of you hugging at the entrance of the hybe building at 11 pm. first, weird. why were they watching you guys at 11 pm. second, seungcheol was so relieved that the secret was finally out because he was running out of excuses as to why dino was almost never at home anymore.

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

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toastedjeans · 1 month

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Siren Tower Maurice, Doise and Peddito!

The main cast is over here!

I just realized Doise's gloves should be more white but I'm too lazy to change that, just imagine they're white okay?

Some info about them down here

Maurice

Peppino's older brother and a piece of shit, who constantly belittles him and calls him a disappointment. His apartment has water damage or something similar, or maybe it got destroyed, so now he temporarily lives with Peppino until his flat is repaired. (Alternative: he didn't pay rent and got kicked out, continues not to pay rent to Peppino because "we're family, you can't charge your own brother.") He's either divorced or his girlfriend left him, is only allowed to see his son once a month. It's probably for the better.

Peppino is incredibly fed up with him but he tries to endure it, until he one day snaps and probably slaps him, they end up both kicking the shit out of each other (but Peppino is stronger because i said so).

Maurice invites himself to poker night and other activities Pep and the others do after work times, then complains that he's bored or something (M: "This sucks, why did you invite me?" P: "I didn't??"). He gets along a little with Mr. Stick, but only because they're both gamblers, he's somehow even more unlucky than Stick and keeps losing almost all his money. Doesn't get along with Hazel cause he doesn't take her seriously, thinks she's childish and stupid.

Doise

Goblin shark. He's basically Noise but blue. Noise hates him because he thinks Doise is imitating him, but they're just the same species of siren. He's a little more mellow and doesn't go feral as much or as easily as Noise. He throws rocks cause he doesn't know he's immune to sea urchin and puffer fish poison / venom. He can also go on land but needs water nearby.

He has heterochromia (one eye is blue, the other is purple-ish brown), and has the same "whiskers" as Noise, just turned down.

Absolutely terrified of Peddito, as he seems to always want to kill him, and has tried doing so a few times. Sometimes plays dead hoping that Peddito leaves him alone, it doesn't really work though.

Peddito

A failed clone of Peppino, made before Fakey. Pizzahead didn't like him as much because he didn't get the eyes right so he threw him out (basically the Other Eye problem, but he ended up leaving his eye sockets empty out of frustration). He can't see because of this, but he can still navigate through the water effortlessly. There's way less sea creature DNA in him, so he looks almost completely human just with a fin on his back and webbed hands. It's unclear where his vibrant coloring comes from.

He's strangely obsessed with Doise for some reason and doesn't interact with anyone cause he's just not interested in anyone else. He actually wants to be friends with Doise, but since Pizzahead designed him to be a killing machine, he doesn't know his own strength and ends up almost killing Doise several times. His "killer side" comes out every time he's near Doise, and he can sense his presence because of this.

When not near Doise, Peddito seems almost dead, he moves very little, and is unresponsive. He can't talk, neither human nor siren language, but he understands both. He doesn't swim, just floats through the water like a dead fish, despite this he's incredibly agile and fast. Would follow Doise on land, and could survive with pretty much no problems. He just slides across the floor when on land, as if he was on rails. The bottoms of his feet are always slippy, making it easier for him to move. Might leave a trail wherever he goes.

And here's your reward for reading, some doodles of various age and messiness

Also some shippy stuff hehe

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #Siren Tower AU #toasted art #toast doodles #maurice spaghetti #the doise #peddito #the noise #fake peppino #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #pepstavo #noisecouple

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milkweedman · 12 days

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I probably knit the body of this like 5+ years ago now, but it is finally a usable object :) and I even did some decent finishing work rather than slap some ties on and call it done‐-sewed the sides together using blanket stitch, added the crochet border in trans colors, and plied some laceweight cotton I had into a decent cord. Also sewed the pocket in. Probably will be another project bag ? Idk.

Other finished objects from the last couple of days. Didn't think to take before pictures sadly.

The basket looked basically identical; I ran out of yarn there and then tossed it in the moving box last year rather than deal with it, so this time I just sewed in the ends. Might felt it later depending on what I decide to put in there.

The drawstring bag was I think partially frogged and then snarls prevented me from frogging the rest. Decided to fix it up instead. Works great, should do more totally mesh bags honestly, they stretch so well.

And the towel also looked much the same; I started it maybe 2 years ago, knit for a whole, got bored, put it away. This time I just cast off, sewed in some ties so it can be secured, and sewed in the ends.

Feels just crazy enough to work.... you do 99% of the work in the distant past, and then get so ashamed you bury it deep where you will never find it, find it anyway after several years--but enough time has passed that you can't remember what you hated about it in the first place, and hey--you could have a brand new towel in half an hour if you just sew in some ends... crazy...

#the bag did take a while #knitting #crochet #handspun yarn #the linen is handspun but also the colorful basket is handspun as well #that one my sister bought for me though #knit bag #crochet bag #crochet basket #knit towel

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lordminx · 3 months

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As part of this years Binderary my first goal is to reduce the pile of half-finished books before I start any new ones.

This book has remained unfinished for a whole year! I started it for LAST Binderary, planning to give it a hand-colorized Watercolor cover ... and then completely lost the spoons for painting. So it just sat there, frustrating me to no end, being basically finished but just missing the cover!

BUT NO MORE!

I finally said "fuck it", did some basic edge decoration which I don't love, made the bookcloth spine and slapped some marbling experiments on and called it a day. After all, "Perfect is the enemy of Done".

And I mean, it still turned out pretty nicely! It's a sewn-board book, the watercolor paper makes solid, the binding works, and it's a pretty little, albeit monochrome, book! And I still love the IDEA of this book: A coloring book, printed on watercolor paper, so it can take any kind of ink/paint, probably, featuring the gorgious Pride Angels by @ultrainfinitepit.

The only thing that really annoys me is that past-me either missjudged the endpaper grain direction (possible, albeit unusual) or noticed it and decided to use it anway (YOLO), presumably with some plan I've since completely forgotten. (Depressingly likely.)

But, hey, pretty book! XD

#binderary #binderary2024 #bookbinding #things i made #fucking finally #finished

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 7 months

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Instant Karma (m, cold)

Time to make Greyson miserable! I've gotten a bunch of prompts about Greyson being sick, so I took some ideas from a few of them and put this together. I had no idea where it was going the entire time, and honestly it's not very plotty, but I actually like it pretty well. I hope you all do, too.

CW: male snz, illness, coughing, contagion, fever (and a fever rash), light mess.

Enjoy :)

“You know those don’t work, right?”

Greyson lifted his head from the blister pack in his hands slowly and gave his boss a watery glare. “What in the ever livigg fuck are you talkigg about?” he asked, sucking fruitlessly through his nose. Elijah shrugged, unlocked his phone, and slid it over to Greyson with an article open on the screen.

“Just came out a couple weeks ago. The decongestant is basically just a placebo,” he said, pointing to the screen. The chef didn’t even look down at the article, just closed his eyes and used two fingers to rub his aching forehead.

“Genuinely,” he said, slowly, methodically, “I have ndo idea why you thingk now would be the right timbe to tell me that.”

Elijah scrunched his eyebrows together, confused, and pointed to the open phone screen again. “I mean… because you’re about to take a dayquil? And if they don’t work then, you know, what’s the point?”

“The point,” Greyson said, slapping the unopened blister pack onto the desk between the two of them, “is that I thought it would mbake me feel better.”

“But… it won’t.”

“Yeah, not ndow, you fuckin’ genius. Do you kndow what ‘placebo’ means? HGGSTHH-ue!” Greyson ducked into his elbow and groaned. Elijah, obviously realizing what he’d done, slowly slid his phone back to his side of the desk.

“Oops,” he said, pushing the box of tissues on his side towards Greyson. “Sorry about that.”

“You should be,” Greyson muttered, yanking a handful out and cleaning himself up. “Asshole.”

“I mean, just take it anyway,” Elijah said, an attempt at a backpedal that was clearly not going to work. “It’s just an article, they probably don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“What site was it published on,” Greyson said, not a question but a preemptive statement he clearly knew the answer to.

Elijah clicked his phone open again and waited a beat to answer. “...science.net,” he said, finally.

“Yeah,” Greyson said, coughing into a fist and standing to put on his chef’s coat. “I’mb sure they have ndo idea what they’re talking about.”

Elijah let Greyson out of the office wordlessly and watched as the chef made his way slowly to the prep table. “Do you want some Nyquil instead?”

“Fuck off, Elijah,” Greyson called back. Elijah laughed, and stood from his chair to join the chef at the prep table.

“I really am sorry, dude,” he said, leaning on his elbows and watching Greyson get his knives set up. “You can have Matt come in so you can go home if you want.”

“Matt has the day off,” Greyson said, looking up from his knives. He knew he looked like shit– his nose was raw and red from how stuffed up he’d been, and there was definitely a flush of color on his cheeks – and he hoped that would make Elijah back off. “I’mb ndot calling him in, that’d be fucked up.”

Elijah pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. “You just don’t want to admit to him that he got you sick, do you?”

Greyson looked up from the knife he was sharpening and glared at his boss. “Ndo, that’s not it,” he said, quickly setting down the knife and the steel to turn into the sleeve of his coat. “HRRRTSHH-ue!” Greyson cleared his throat and sucked in through his nose before righting himself. “Shut up.”

“I mean, I’m sure not calling him in has nothing to do with the fact that you made fun of him for three straight days for getting a cold from Mark. I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with that.”

Greyson flushed – this time from embarrassment. Maybe it was slightly true that he’d been unfair to his sous chef this week. Mark had gone home early on Sunday night with a fever and a hacking cough and, like clockwork, Matt had come in Monday morning stuffed up and shivering. Greyson had found the whole thing incredibly funny.

“Wow, you guys certainly made quick work of that cold,” Greyson said when Matt turned away from his prep for the tenth time that morning to cover the bottom half of his face with the collar of his tshirt.

“HTSHH-uh! Hh-! Hh’ITZCH-uhh!” Matt, defenseless, had just flipped his boss off as he sneezed.

“Bless,” Greyson had said, chuckling. “Man, you’ve been living together for like twenty minutes and already you’re sharing everything.”

“Fugck off, Chef,” Matt said, his voice low and gravelly. “I could’ve picked this up anywhere.”

“Mmhmm,” Greyson had mumbled. “You could’ve. But it’s definitely easier to pick it up off of your boyfriend’s lips, right?”

The jokes and quips continued that whole day and into the next, when Mark returned from his day off only slightly better off than he’d been Sunday. The two junior managers were huddled over twin cups of tea in the dining room, talking covers for the evening, when Greyson strutted out of the kitchen and spotted them.

“Awww,” he said, putting a hand over his heart mockingly, “it’s my sick little lovebirds! How we doin’, kids?”

Mark huffed out a little laugh, but Matt wasn’t taking the bait. “We’re busy, Chef,” Matt said, attempting to clear the rasp from his voice. “I’ll combe see you after I’m done here.”

“I can see that you’re busy,” Greyson said, unwilling to give up the bit. “Almost as busy as you were the other night, getting each other -”

“HUHETSZCH-ue!”

Later, Matt would claim that it was an accident; that he was turning towards Greyson to tell him, once again, to fuck off, but his body had other ideas. Greyson wasn’t so sure about it being an accident; though, looking back, he had to admit that the way he was treating his sous was deserving of the sneeze he got to the face.

“Oh, motherfucker!” Greyson said, wiping his face on the inside of his chef’s coat. Both Matt and Mark were in absolute hysterics.

“What goes around comes around, Chef,” Mark said, the closest he’d ever get to telling the chef he was being a prick. Matt wasn’t quite so subtle.

“Sorry, Chef. Instant karma,” he giggled.

“Jokes on you,” Greyson said, wiping his eyes and shooting a glare at his sous. “I never get sick.” Once again, Mark and Matt burst out laughing. “What?” Greyson asked.

“Chef, ndo offense, but you get sick all the time,” Matt said, taking a sip of his tea. “Do you not remember, like, six mbonths ago when Elijah basically had to have an intervention with you about going out all the time because you were getting sick so often?”

��You were going out with me, you ass,” Greyson said, annoyed. Matt shrugged.

“Yeah, but I don’t get sick like you do.”

“The hell does that mean?”

Matt shot a look at Mark, who shrugged and took over the conversation. “Chef…” he said, gently, “you just… when you get sick, it’s like a whole big thing. Like, you always end up laid out and miserable.” He shrugged. “Probably just has to do with, you know… getting older.” Mark could tell the moment the words escaped his mouth, he’d made a mistake.

Greyson’s mouth dropped, aghast. “Getting older?” he asked, incredulous. “Are you calling me old? I’m thirty-one!”

Mark held up his hands in protest. “I’m not calling you old,” he said, an attempt at a backpedal. “I’m just saying… illnesses hit you really hard. That’s it.”

The three of them stood there, Greyson glaring and the two younger men sniffling and attempting not to make eye contact, until Greyson decided that he had nothing left to add and stormed off. The rest of that day and Tuesday had passed in relative silence – Greyson too proud to apologize, and Matt too sick to be bothered with Greyson’s theatrics.

By the time Tuesday evening’s service was over, Greyson finally addressed his sous. “Hey,” he said, approaching the line, where Matt was closing up one of the stations. The sous looked up, sniffled, and nodded.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and congested.

“You, uh…” Greyson said, “you almost done?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, before his eyes glazed over. “Holdonasec – HGTSHH-ue! Hh-! Hh’TSHH-ue!” He sniffled into his elbow, cleared his throat and righted himself. “Sorry, ‘scuse me.”

“Bless,” Greyson said. “You’re off tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, throwing the towel he was using to wipe down his station over his shoulder. “Unless you ndeed mbe to come in.”

Greyson shook his head, rubbed the back of his neck. “Nah, no, stay home. Get better, okay? If you’re done there you should get out of here. Get some rest.”

Matt let a little smile curl the edge of his mouth. “Sure thing, boss,” he said, tossing the towel into a receptacle filled with other dirty towels. “And, uh, boss?”

“Mmm?” Greyson asked, turning back towards his sous.

“Sorry if I get you sick,” he said, coughing lightly. Greyson sang out one little laugh.

“You know me,” he said, thumping his chest. “Made of steel. Night, Matt.”

But, of course, Greyson had already been feeling the cold Matt had so lovingly bestowed upon him sneaking into his sinuses that Tuesday evening – not even 12 hours after Matt had sneezed in his face. He’d kept it at bay with preemptive ibuprofen, ample cups of tea hidden strategically in his office, and sheer force of will; no need to prove Matt and Mark correct just a few hours after they’d accused him of being sickly.

Now, though, when it was just Elijah to pester him, Greyson wasn’t interested in hiding his burgeoning illness – though he wasn’t exactly interested in being made fun of, either. Maybe he’d made a mistake coming in this morning and immediately admitting to not feeling well; clearly, Elijah was in cahoots with Matt and Mark.

“All I’m saying,” Elijah said, snapping Greyson back to the here and now, “is maybe you should’ve been nicer to Matt the last few days, and you could call him in without feeling like a dick. What goes around comes around, and all that.”

Greyson put his knife down to regard his boss. “I apologized to Mbatt,” he said. “And since when are you ndot on mby side? He sneezed in mby face, I would think that that would get mbe at least a little sympathy.”

“Okay, first of all,” Elijah said, “you didn’t apologize to Matt. You realize how small this kitchen is, right? I could hear you talking to him last night. Pretty sure all you said was ‘stay home, get some rest’, and something about you being invulnerable. No apologies to be found.”

“What are you, his mom? Why am I getting the third degree from you?”

“I’m not his mom, but let’s face it, Grey: you’ve been treating him like a second-class citizen since him and Mark moved in together and made it official.” Elijah shrugged. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Much as he wished he could, Greyson couldn’t deny it. In his defense, though, Matt was his going out friend, his party friend. He’d helped him through his breakup last year by being there, and now he just… wasn’t. It was hard to get used to, and Greyson was about as bad with change as they come.

“Hhh...hhIGTSZHH-uhh! HGTSZH-ue! Fuck – HTSHHZUE!” Instead of answering, Greyson sneezed, hard, into his elbow. He grimaced, wiped his nose, and stood back up, swaying a bit.

“Bless,” Elijah said, arms crossed and clearly waiting. “Well…?”

“Is there a chance we could have this conversation whend I’m, y’know, not sndeezing every five seconds?” Greyson asked, coughing into the back of his hand. “Especially,” he said, getting it together, “since you took away the only lifesaver I had on this shitty-ass day.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow, confused. “The hell are you -”

“The dayquil, Lij,” Greyson shouted, throwing his hands up. Elijah, remembering, burst out laughing.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “sorry again about that.”

“You’re ndot forgiven, but thanks,” Greyson said, picking his knife back up. “Ndow, can you please leave mbe alone? I promise I’ll think about what I’ve done while we have some alone tiiii...hhhIGTSZZHH-ue!”

“Bless. Again. You sound really shitty, by the way. You sound like you have the fuckin’ flu.”

“It’s just a stupid cold, Lij, relax.”

Elijah rolled his eyes, taking the few steps into the office to grab a box of tissues for the chef. “Sure. And yes, I’ll give you your alone time, but just know that I expect you to apologize to Matt for real at some point this week.” He placed the tissues next to Greyson and gave him a pointed look. “I mean it.”

“Yes, mbom,” Greyson said, rolling his eyes and pulling a few tissues out to blow his nose. “Thanks for the empathy.”

“Sometimes you need tough love more than empathy, sweetie,” Elijah said, walking back into the office and laughing when, instead of telling him off, Greyson collapsed into yet another fit of sneezing. “Serves you right!”

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When Greyson had walked in that morning, Elijah had really thought nothing of him being sick; in fact, it had been a little bit funny. Mark had told him about the conversation he, Matt and Greyson had, about Matt sneezing in Greyson’s face, about Greyson claiming that he never got sick – it was all very classic Greyson and Matt.

And Greyson had seemed fine at first, despite the dayquil situation and the general malaise. Yes, he was whining and congested; yes, he was coughing and popping ibuprofen like candy, but all that was very par for the course in the grand scheme of Greyson being ill. He had still spent most of the morning riffing with Elijah, and the entire afternoon prepping, calling in produce, meat and fish orders, and helping the cooks get ready for service. He’d seemed, while not 100%, pretty much himself. But now, an hour into service, something seemed especially… off.

“Chef!” Elijah called, pushing through the kitchen doors with a plate in his hand. “We have another send back, the fuck is going on back here tonight?”

Greyson turned around sluggishly, and took a moment to process what Elijah said. “Uh,” he said, reaching for the plate. “Ndot sure. We’ll get it remade. Table?”

“Thirty-two,” Elijah said, crossing his arms. Greyson nodded and relayed the information to his grill cook, one hand rubbing the back of his neck and the other dropping the plate into the bus tub below him.

“Be out soon,” Greyson muttered in Elijah’s direction before pulling another ticket off the printer and hanging it on the expo board. “Order in, two fish two specials,” he called to his line, who repeated his the order back while Greyson ducked into his elbow. “Hhuh! Hh-ESTZZHH-ue!”

“Bless, Chef,” called the cooks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Greyson muttered, pulling himself to his full height again. Elijah’s face contorted with concern, and he stepped closer to place a hand on the back of Greyson’s neck. Greyson jumped.

“Christ, scare a guy half to death, why don’t you?” he said, pulling away. “Hell’s your problem?”

“You’re burning up, Grey,” Elijah said, allowing the concern he suddenly felt to coat his voice. “And there’s, like, something on your neck…” Elijah reached up to try and pull back the chef’s collar, but Greyson pulled away quicker.

“It’s hot on the line,” Greyson said, wiping the flop sweat from his forehead. “And if you’re goigg to undress mbe, please buy me dinner first. Hh-HRSSTHHH-ue!”

Lucky for Elijah, Greyson had folded in half with the force of that one. While he was doubled over, Elijah yanked his collar up and looked down the back of his shirt – oh.

“Greyson Thomas Abbott,” Elijah said when Greyson finally righted himself again. “Are you seriously so sick you have a fucking rash on your back?”

Greyson’s face bloomed with embarrassed color. “Ndo,” he said, coughing away from his boss. “You’re probably seeing thiiiiETSCHH-ue! HRTSZH-ue!”

“Bless, Chef,” came the chorus again.

“You’ve got them trained well,” Elijah said as the grill cook put up the remade plate of food. Greyson wiped his nose hard on the back of his hand, yanked the plate out of the window and handed it to Elijah.

“They trained thembselves. Like circus rats,” he said. “Take your food and stop touching mbe.”

“Snippy,” Elijah said, taking the plate. “Have you taken any ibuprofen lately?”

“Only every 45 mbinutes, but thanks for asking,” Greyson said, pulling another ticket. “Order in two tofu,” he called, his voice straining. He reached back and lightly scratched his back over his coat, wincing. Elijah just shook his head.

“We only have a few tables left to come in. I’ll close the books at eight,” he said. “You really are a piece of work, Chef,” he concluded, and pushed out the door to the dining room. Only Greyson, he thought to himself as he dropped the new plate at table thirty-two. Fucking Greyson.

***

At nine-oh-three, the final ticket was stabbed, and by nine-oh-five, Greyson was in the office tearing off his chef’s coat.

Despite what he told Elijah, Greyson had known he had some kind of fucking fever rash from the moment service started; it wasn’t information he paraded about, but he had always been kind of prone to them, especially if he had a fever that refused to budge, even with meds. Greyson pawed at his back, pulled his t-shirt up a bit, and examined himself in the mirror they had hanging on the back of the office door – fuck, that looked bad. He was about to try and look closer, when Elijah flew through the door, hitting Greyson on his way in.

“Fuck!” Greyson said, jumping back.

“Jesus Christ!” Elijah said at the same time. “Why the fuck were you standing right in front of the fucking door?!”

“Why are you flying through the fucking door?!” Greyson rebutted. Elijah was about to yell something back, when he seemed to realize that Greyson was pulling at his shirt.

“Were you taking your shirt off?” he asked, moving towards the chef, trying to get behind him. Greyson backed up until his back hit the wall at the other end of their tiny office.

“Ndo,” he said, sucking in through his nose. “I was just taking off my coat.”

“Uh huh,” Elijah mused. He took a step closer, and closer, until he was close enough to slap a hand on Greyson’s forehead. “Still have that fever, huh?”

Greyson pushed Elijah’s hand off of him. “Fuck off, Lij,” he said, looking away since he had nowhere to run. Elijah crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

“You have some sort of, like, fever rash, don’t you?” he asked. Greyson rolled his eyes, grimaced at the pain behind them, and slid into one of the office chairs.

“It’s ndothing,” he said, coughing into his hand. “Sometimes I get them when I have the -” he cut himself off at that, coloring once again. Elijah looked at him knowingly.

“When you have… the flu?” he finished for the chef. Greyson just gave him a look.

“Whatever,” he said, trying to suppress a shiver. Elijah sighed.

“Alright,” he said, “tough love over. Grey, you’re sick as hell – why didn’t you say that it was this bad? This morning I thought you just had Matt’s cold.”

Greyson shrugged weakly. “I do. I’mb just old.”

Elijah laughed. “Not as old as me,” he said. “I imagine I’d be half-dead right now if I were in your shoes.”

Greyson huffed out a little laugh. “I really owe Mbatt an apology,” he said, rubbing his face. Elijah made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat.

“Glad you finally see it,” he said, throwing Greyson his hoodie. “You can call him in the car.”

The chef looked up slowly, coughed into his hand again, and gave Elijah a look. “The car…?”

“On the way to urgent care,” Elijah said. “Your guys can shut down the line. I’ll have Renee fill out the paperwork and I’ll come back later.”

Greyson sighed, clearly too unwell to protest. “Being old fuckigg blows,” he said, pulling the hoodie over his head. Elijah snorted.

“Preaching to the choir. Go get in the car, grandpa.”

“Oh, fugck you Liii... hh...HGSTHHZUE!” Greyson doubled over into the sleeve of the hoodie and groaned.

“Bless you,” Elijah said, pointedly. “Don’t forget to call your son and prove him right, mmkay?” The GM patted the chef on the back and Greyson smacked his arm in return.

“I ought to sndeeze right in your face,” Greyson said, pushing himself to a standing position. “But I’mb a civilized adu – HRTSHH-uh-! Oh shit -”

Elijah stood, eyes closed, while Greyson put a hand over his mouth just a second too late. “Are you. Fucking. Kidding me,” he said, wiping his face with his sleeve. Greyson couldn’t help but laugh from behind his hand.

“I mbean, you have been pretty mean to me today,” he said, holding up a hand to protect himself from an inevitable smack.

Elijah didn’t even say anything, just pointed to the door. Greyson kept laughing so hard he was thrown into a coughing fit as he walked out the door. He didn’t say it, but he certainly thought of Matt’s quip from the other day, when he rightfully sneezed in his boss’s face. Instant karma.

Greyson made his way to Elijah’s car and dialed his sous while his boss collected himself inside the restaurant. “Mbatt?” he said when the younger man picked up. “Hey. It’s mbe.”

#whiskeyswriting #snz #sickfic #snzfic #coldfic #snez #snzblr #male cold #male snz

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 1

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Jack Howl

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, violence, marriage, murder

Leona never thought that he would be touched by a person wearing a specific piece or multiple specific pieces of clothing

But nu-uh! He is barely hanging there

So you are there even after all of them failed to make miss blue bride fall in love with them

And then our local neighborhood lion bluescreens

Reason for that? Well... he might have had that fantasy when he was still younger to marry the esteemed Overseer at some point of his life

U know, like those imaginary crushes kids have because they still don't know what love really is just with him being neglected and all of that... ouch

Later on he became more mature and knew that he couldn't marry a person who was basically worlds apart from him but... you don't need to want things consciously, the subconscience is also a thing

So then you walk in, all black or white and his soul just left his body

May or may not he definitely will remember this moment for all eternity

Like, he imagines himself at the other end of the way, dressed in clothes for a wedding himself...

And then he questiones if the food Ruggie brought him earlier was poisoned and he starts to hallucinate

He doesn't want to admit that those are his and only his thoughts alone

The entire time ha can't take his eyes off of you

But then he realizes that he could never marry you in such a way because there would simply be too many eyes on you

The only reason why he hasn'ttired to bite Vil who stands besides him is because technically, this isn't even his own wedding and because you are doing this to fool the princess

I would recommend being careful after this because who knows how long he can endure before he snaps and forces you to marry him for real?

If you were anybody else and he wouldn't be in such a situation he would have criticized how little work you put into yourself

That suit isn't tailored to fit perfectly and your hair also isn't styled and your makeup!!! You done even wear any at the moment!!!

In other words: under normal circumstances he would have slapped you for being neglectful on such a special day

But now he is questioning how what color of eyeshadow would match your clothing on your wedding

You think he wouldn't try to get you to fall for him after you came into his world??! Think careful sweety!

He has already planned what flowers to get, your wedding venue and the champa- ah yeah this is a blog also for minors... *ahem* “refreshments” you would drink on that day

If he could move then he would call that one designer specialized on clothing for weddings which no normal person could finance

The second that “damn spoiled brat” would squeal and say that you are perfect he rips the clothing apart within his mind

This belongs to him and him only!

He has worked until his family told him to keep it easy or else he would collapse just to be somewhat good on the eye for you!

And what has she done??! Sitting at a window and starting out whilst dreaming about her prince charming with that damned dog and a white horse which could sing and much more!

If she wasn't dead already then he would make sure that would be the case

He is mad

So all he can do is just stare and curse in his mind (u think he would say that? Nah he has to keep up appearances) whilst reminding himself to search later for ways to exorcise ghosts

Safe to say that he won't let anyone see you after your wedding in the future (which will happen) simply out of jealousy and if someone does then... he is good with potions you know?

Just don't ask where he got your size to to a T. Just... don't...

I think Jack would have already known that he would like to marry at some point at his life

He just didn't know that the subject could make him feel so much like he wanted to rip someones head off

Until now he didn't even spare it much thought

Just that he would most likely live in a nice little cottage in the woods whilst being happy

And as you might have realized, this doesn't include feral, head ripping off, absolutely dangerous wolf

But Jack can control himself! I think

Truth to be told, he might be a better impersonation of the wolf from red riding hood instead of his role in Savannaclaw

You know, with all that eating other people up and that...

At this point the nanny should have said “thank goodness we are already dead” instead of weeping about it because... yeah sharp teeth you get me

But let's talk about his reaction when he saw you

Just head in the clouds, flying higher than cloud nine (probably at ninety)

But then he remembered that you are proposing to someone else who isn't himself and now I start to think that the title “red riding hood” should have rather been “blue riding hood”

There isn't much to say, just pure anger, madness and bloodlust

But he does like you in that clothing

Suits you and makes him realize that those kind of shoes should probably not be worn at your wedding with him because you are shaking so much in them

The man over here doesn't realize that this is the case because you are 50% scared of turning into a removable observer and 50% scared of the look in his eyes

So uh... red roses or lilies? What? I'm just asking. There is no way you can escape a wedding with him in the future after this.

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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February Filth Fest - Day 18

Pairing: Changbin x gn!reader (I will explain below cut) Prompt: femdom (kinda) WC: 2.4k Summary: basically pwop. Changbin’s had a stressful few months and what better way is there to release that stress than some good no-thinking time. TW/CW: dom!reader, sub!Changbin, like two light thigh slaps, orgasm denial, begging, trained positions, Changbin called variations of “bunny/bun”, reader called “Miss”, restraints, breeding kink, unprotected penetration

I’ve very deliberately not described the reader too much so that despite being labeled femdom the only fem specific this is the title used. If you are okay with “Miss” as a title, this fic should be safe for you to read!

“Attention!” Changbin’s arms snap to his sides, pinned by the invisible force of his training. Eyes focused forward he waits, trying to contain his entire body vibrating with excitement. He hears you before he sees you, stilettos clacking against the wooden floorboards. Appearing out of his periphery, he tenses, holding his position with perfect form. Nothing less than expected from him. “Wait!” He relaxes slightly, hands held behind his back, legs spread wide, weight balanced equally between them. “My quick little bunny is eager today isn’t he?” You coo. “Was it a hard couple weeks of promotions?” Changbin nods briefly but fiercely. It had been a long few months. Touring, fansigns, interviews, promotions, new stages, new choreography. All things he loved about his job. No matter how much you love something, it can wear on you. It wasn’t even those parts individually, it was all the thinking surrounding them. The planning, the meetings, the need to manage every waking moment. He just didn’t want to anymore. He wanted to just relax. He wanted you. “Yes, miss.” “Let me see you my poor bun,” you squish he cheeks lightly, accentuating his little pout. “Inspect!” Every motion is rote. Arms and hand snapping up to behind his head offering access to every inch of his body. Waiting for you to meticulously combe over every inch of him. “Bun! Look at those biceps!” At eye level his hulking shoulders and arms were the first thing you noticed. Finger tracing over hills and valleys carved by years of dedication you brush over the trained muscle. “You worked so hard, you must’ve grown at least a centimeter!” you beam at him. Changbin fights the breening grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Yes Miss. I have. Thank you Miss.” Smoothly stroking your way down over his collarbone you pull the pretty pink leather harness he’d picked out for the night. It digs in as you yank it, already fitted taut to him, making its own indents in his flesh. Following the line of inspection you slip your first finger between the matching collar and his neck, not too loose, not too tight. “Good job fitting yourself today my smart little bun bun! And with such a nice color, a beautiful set for a beautiful boy.” “Thank you Miss, I hoped you’d like it, Miss.

Of all the parts of Changbin you liked, material and immaterial, his chest was in the top three. It was difficult even for you to remain in character as you cupped his pecs. Your lizard brain needed to lick him. Bite him. Make him squeal with delight as you worship his sizable chest. Inspection was not the time for this. Instead you ignored your instincts, opting to pet his cute stomach. “Don’t worry bun, you know it would be a punishment for you and me if that was all you were getting.” Tracing his belly button he whimpers, already at half mast and quickly growing, pressing against his baby pink boxer briefs. Don’t do it, he thinks to himself over and over, stand still, let Miss take control. Miss knows best. If you’re a good boy, Miss will reward you. Unlike fate and daily life, Miss was always fair. Eyes crossing with effort, Changbin whines as you play with him over his underwear. “Baby bun is so responsive today, being such a good boy for Miss aren’t you?” “Yes Miss, I’m a good boy for you, Miss.” Changbin nearly barks out as though addressed by a drill instructor. His sudden volume is cute, nerves wound almost as tight as his muscles. “Wait!” Changbins arms relax once more, placed behind his back. “You’re in excellent condition as expected!” You let your hands wander your strong man. ”But, bun bun…I checked in with your trainer…you’ve been skipping cardio again.” You tut, slapping his thigh. He doesn’t flinch, eyes closing briefly with a heavy sigh as you rub the reddening flesh. “Is that what a good bunny boy does?” Changbin hesitates, wishing there was a good excuse or something that could get him out of his allotted punishment. You swat his thigh again, the sting only momentary but enough to earn a small yelp from him. “No, Miss! I just didn’t want to do it!” “Oh my sweet Binnie…cardio is so good for your stamina. Don’t you want to endure well for me?” “Yes Miss.” “So, what sort of punishment fits a bunny who doesn’t do his training as requested?” Changbin hated when you did this. Making him pick his punishment was almost worse than receiving the punishment itself. Requiring him to think when you already had something picked. “...spanking?” He asks hopefully. You laugh, shaking your head. Somehow Changbin knew that was not the answer you were looking for but had decided to say it anyway. “Oh bun, you know that’s hardly a punishment for you! Besides, how will that help your stamina? No, you’re going to be a good toy for Miss today.” Changbins eyes flick to the bed, restraints already set in place. Four tethers at the headboard and one at the foot of the bed. He knew what that meant. He’d have to wait to cum. Not that he would cum without your permission during your play sessions but you’d make it difficult this time. “Bed! Back!” Obedient as ever he clambers to the center of the bed, lying on his back staring, waiting for your next move. It doesn’t take long, slipping yourself under his torso. Changbin is like a weighted blanket, warm and heavy and soft. Having him propped against you between your thighs you could easily lavish praise in his ear to work him up.

Beginning by gently squeezing his pecs, you slowly slide the pads of each of your fingers over his nipples, listening for his sharp inhalation. Pinching and pulling the pebbled nubs Changbin becomes a whining and squirming puddle in your arms. The buff man reduced to a needy mess as his cock throbs untouched in his underwear. “Thank you Miss. It feels so good Miss,” he whispers, flushed from his neck up. “Strip,” you nuzzle his red ear, soft but stern with him. As he complies you grab the lube and a pink silicone cockring from the bedside.

Cock already angry red and leaking Changbin crawls back to position. Squirting some lubricant into your palm you pump his length, fist just tight enough to spread the liquid evenly, slipping the cockring over his shaft and balls smoothly. Changbin gasps as you slide him into place, chest rising and falling more rapidly as his heart rate elevates. The back of his brain buzzes with need, the fuzz masking over the usual background noise. Slipping one of his arms over the back of your neck your lips latch to his tit, sucking gently at the puffy tender flesh. Tongue tracing soothing circles as your hands lovingly caresses his stiff cock. “Color, bun?” “Green, Miss. Very green.” He whines and strains, head of his dick reddish purple as the blood rushes to his groin. Leaking with precum he twitches in your palm. Hips kicking and twisting you stop everything as he arcs and bows, grunting. “Baby bun, this is your punishment, you know?” “I understand Miss!” He yelps, face twisting as the need to cum washes hot through him. “Kneel.” Knees into the covers he waits, legs parted, palms up. His dick stands proudly jutting out from his body, still twitching and leaking. Pulling his harness away from his skin you clip the o-rings into the restraints at the headboard, securing the second pair to his ankles. Finally you clip the tether at the foot of the bed to his o-ring of his collar, it has the most slack of all of them, only there to remind him he cannot collapse backwards.

Slowly you climb over his thighs, inserting him easily into your hole. He shakes and shivers below you, your tight heat enveloping him completely, pleasantly working his pained erection. “Oh bun, you’re so lucky you have such a fat cock. Feels so good filling me up like this I can’t help myself. I just have to use you like the dumb fucktoy you are.” “Your dumb fucktoy miss,” he burbles, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging loose in a state of bliss. “Such a good stud. My stud. I only let my biggest best bunny breed.” He groans, thighs tensing he can feel his impending climax. But he can’t. He can’t cum yet. His chest tight he knows he can’t cum. If he cums he’ll disappoint you and all he wants is to be good, for you to keep saying nice things about him, for you to keep lavishing praise on him. Lower lip trembling, a tear slips down his cheek. “Miss, I can’t-I can’t-I can’t hold it Miss. Please Miss.”

You nearly jump off him, standing in front of the foot of the bed to watch him struggle. His hips chase you, arms extending sluggishly swinging to grab you. Changbin is stuck, headboard creaking as he fights against the restraints His chest bulges as the harness holds him back, thighs flexed Changbin is upset and when he’s upset he’s loud. Whining and twisting and pouting, cock purple and shiny as he bargains with you. “MIss I need to cum. I need to cum. Please Miss I’ve been so good, haven’t I been so good?” “You should’ve thought of that when you were skipping your stamina training,” you tut. Flexing with all his might, you doubt the structural integrity of the bed frame. You’d had it reinforced but still, the bed in the woodgrain was impressive.

Breathing slowly, you approach him again, running your hands all over him as his muscles relax. “Color, bun?” “Green,” he replies meekly. Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down air. “Kneel.” You pull him forward so the restraints at his back are stretched long, held so that he can only move his hips. Positioning yourself on all fours you back into his cock. Changbin gasps, able to clearly see your tight muscles stretching around him to accommodate his girth. “Mmmhm, you can put your hands on my waist Binnie bun,” you arch your back, “bounce my ass on your cock. Go ahead.” His hands grip, digging into your hips, as he pulls you back and forth. His arms can barely move enough in conjunction with his hips, relaying on you to fuck back into him. He feels so much longer when you fuck in this postion. Almost as though the head of his cock hits your diaphragm with each thrust. Strained grunts and strangled, frustrated, moans escape him as he tries his best to please you. Your ass ripples pleasingly with each stroke, walls eagerly pulling him back in and hesitantly gripping as he retreats. It’s mesmerizing to Changbin. The steady tempo has him in a trance, almost unaware of his lower belly tensing, preparing to release.

But you are very aware, pulling yourself forward as his hands scramble to pull you back onto him. His hips still thrusting into the cool air. He lets out a single distressed dry sob, closed fist beating his chest. His cock looks so full that if you flicked it, it might pop in a shower of cum. The skin taut and shiny and purple. Tracing your fingertips under his sharp jaw you coo. “Oh bun, don’t be sad. You’ve been so good!” As you stroke your fingertips languidly down his spine he shivers, eyes rolling back. “I’ll let you breed me this time okay bun?” Changbin’s heart leaps in his chest, pained face turning bright. “Really Miss? You mean it? I’ve been good?” You chuckle, mounting him. “Yes baby, you’ve been good. Now you may please and breed me as you want.” You unclip his harness, letting the restraints fall to the bed, weaving your hands between the leather straps. His hips stutter, unsure for a second of how long he will last. Changbin rubs his face into your shoulder, he wants to make each second count. He has to make each second count. He knows he’s just at the brink but it feels so good to be wound so tight. Gripping onto your shoulders to leverage his hips, he snaps against you brutally, mindlessly pummeling into your heat like a man possessed. “Breed me. That’s it, breed me. Go ahead, fuck me full, you deserve it. “ Grunting and groaning his chest rumbles against yours, cumming violently as your walls flutter around him. He can’t stop now, spine burning with overstimulation. Damn the refractory period, you’re letting him have you and he’s going to take full advantage. Hips pinned up as he leans forward, his jackhammering hits you directly each time, stomach bulging out as he passes. Slick with cum and sweat, the percussive slap of skin on skin fill the room. Mind blank he cums again as you climax, fluids leaking from you, spilling onto his pelvis, coating him in a clear sheen. “My good bun, my good sweet bun, you did so well bun. Fucked me so good, so full.” You mutter, hips still pushed up beneath him. His cock continues cumming, streaking your walls white with painful spurts. Rolling to the side you pull him from you with a pop, sliding the cockring off his wilting member. “One last step, my bunny. One last,” you reassure the broken man, your own vision still swimming. Unclipping his ankles and undoing the clasp of his collar, he is free to relax fully. Exhausted but pleased he floats happily in the plush bed. Changbin knows for certain that today, he did a good job.

I will be looping back for the ones I missed, I was just really excited to write sub!changbin. Something about a buff man groveling really does it for me.

#changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #seo changbin smut #sub!idol #sub!changbin #dom!reader #february filth fest

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nextgensage · 1 month

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First post, of course I had to do one of the main protags of this au and the ship that kinda started it all - Silvamy, aka the Rose family! (yes all the kids have amy's last name, more on that later.) Lets get into this sweet yet spicy fam. Silver T. Hedgehog

Age: 42

Occupation (Disaster Relief Specialist/ Timestone Guardian)

Extra Notes - still not fully satisfied with silver's older design, I think its because he's supposed to feel out of place amongst the present day sonic cast to really sell the futuristic aspect, i scrolled through a ton of silver au fanart to get inspo because i was stumped and didn't want to just slap some scruff on him and call it a day, especially since he joined the guardian of powerful gems club with blaze and knuckles (still working on the kinks but basically eggman nega survived his entrapment in the chaotic inferno, found out about the timestones and made little big planet the new holding ground for an infantile infrit, slowly working on "raising" it so he can subjugate the past, present and future and accomplish what his forefathers have always lacked - world domination and an another race against time to save the future ensues.) - Silver is now the guardian of the time stones and got an boost in psychic power and I wanted to give him an indicator similar to knuckle's crescent mark or blaze's forehead gem hence the teal markings. He has pulled an captain america and now safely stays in the past with his wife and kids and works similar to the zone cops of the archie comics but way more powerful and freelance. he also helps out with natural disasters like earthquakes or tsunamis thanks to his upgraded psychic powers. To end on an literal fluffy note, his wife and kids love the extra chest fur.

Amy Rose

Age: 40

Occupation: Event Planner/Fitness Trainer (Part-Time)

Extra Notes - pretty happy with amy's design, wanted to do something different from the long-haired cottagecore amys for sonamy fams, not knocking them - they work well for that dynamic but amy has an trio of very unique kids to parent, an time traveling husband and spends her days dealing with picky customers for all sorts of events and still find time to occasionally teach self-defense class and yoga to young women, she needs to be ready at all times. I wanted to go for an more casual and classic feminine nicole watterson vibe (yes, she is hiding muscles under that sweater dress :P.) - kudos to anyone who can get why she has

glasses! I think the half-moon ones really suit her!

Zenia Rose

Age: 15 (Born May 23rd)

Powers: Enhanced durability, Enhanced senses, telekinesis, minor chaos energy manipulation, empathetic sensing/linking/inundation, minor telepathy

My precious cinnamon roll! Zenia was the first serious sonic oc I ever made so I wanted to do her justice! She leans alot more towards her father in terms of appearance, power set and personality being a bit of an socially awkward and humble overthinker but she has her mother’s big heart and very caring and optimistic outlook on life, her parents nurtured her powers and her emotional capability in equal measures and thus she’s pretty well rounded in expressing and understanding the feelings of herself and others, though she tends to get more overbearing with those she’s close with, all round an very feminine girl next door archetype. As far as design goes, I wanted silver’s vibe but amy’s coloring and clear fashion influence with a dash of zenia’s more natural and graceful preferences, so pastels, frills and flower motifs were a go. I’m pretty proud of the idea of how to mimic her dads - lets say, “unique” quill style but make it more feminine so I took the spines at the back of silvers head and moved them to the front to be curtain-like bangs to always give her an demure look and then enlarged and curled his crown of quills and pushed them back behind an headband to give an bump it style, the rest is an homage to those long haired amy designs I mentioned earlier! She looked a lot like amy’s original design when she was an bab. Also her powers are a spring green instead of a teal like her dads because they are weaker and more emotion based. Silver personally made her energy cuffs and couldn’t say no when she asked for an flower design as the insignia.

Auger Rose

Age: 8 (Born October 10th) Powers: Enhanced durability, enhanced senses, tarot card manipulation, minor precognitive ability (boosted when using tarot cards), minor chaos energy manipulation, acrobatics. Auggie! The quintessential middle child and only boy of the family - Auger’s family never makes him feel left out which he appreciates but he appreciates his own solitude and doing things at his own pace more. Silver initially worried that his own former solitary ventures in his once ruined timeline or even the powers hes gained from the time stones themselves has re-emergence in his son especially when auger revealed how he gets flashes of the potential future sometimes but eventually amy and silver realizes thats just how their kiddo is, he’s not trying to be standoffish or emotionless, he just does and expresses things differently and thats okay, auger knows his family loves him and he shows the same affection in his own subdued way, plus his sisters keeps him on his toes and lets him shine when need be. Augers design is an mesh of forgotten concepts or concept arts of amy and silver, I always wanted to bring back amys tarot card abilities since thats what technically got her into the main cast plus they are an fun way to connect silver and amys dynamics and personal goals into their kid. I ripped off the hair design from my first actual sonic oc - Specs the hedgecat and tweaked it a bit to fit more inline with auger’s personality - ie tamed but not stuffy. Augers eyes are perpetually half-lidded for an myriad of reasons and he always has that waist belt with him as it carries his own special deck of tarot cards. Can’t remember how I came up with his fur color, He’s an autumnal baby with his twin sister so I just rolled with that I think. Fun Fact - Auger is a tool with a helical bit for boring holes in wood and is an personal play on the word, Augur which is the ancient roman practice of observing birds to interpret omens! Maple Rose

Age: 8 (Born October 10th) Powers: Enhanced durability, enhanced senses, enhanced strength, piko-piko hammer, acrobatics, spindash, homing attack

The baby of the family, auger’s twin sister and probably the reason amy and silver stopped at three kids. Maple is the wild child of the trio and took all of her parents headstrong traits and cranked them up to 11, having a very strong sense of justice and action taking but oftentimes leaping before she looks. The type of child to constantly be sulking in the principal's office because she fought with another kid who was being a jerk, pouting not because she’s sorry but because she’s getting in trouble for something the bully started. An tomboy playground protector if you will with tons of energy to burn and big dreams to fill. Amy wonders semi-fondly if this is adorable karma for always wondering what a child with sonic will be like as her little girl looks up to the blue blur immensely and wants to be the next big hero of her generation. Amy severely regrets the day she let sonic teach maple how to spindash (fun fact - she’s the only one of her siblings who can do it successfully!) and both her and silver are still trying to figure out how to explain their decorated history with sonic without the girl jumping to fantastical conclusions, this coupled with the fact maple carries her mothers legacy of the piko piko hammer and well…knee pads, helmets and bandages are always running out at the rose household with maple playing hero. All in all however, Maple is an loyal friend and while she can be pushy at times, tell her to back off and she will, having two more soft spoken siblings has certainly helped tame her more out there ideas and tendencies. Design wise - maples coloring was to complement her brothers but I headcanon amy’s father as being an red hedgehog so took that and mixed it with silvers darker hue to make that maple sap color work and I takes cue from the classic rough and tumble troublemaker kids of old cartoons, tooth knocked out and everything as well as using silvers unique quill shape to have the excuse to emulate maple leaves for her hair, always has some form of bandage or dirt on her no matter how many times her mothers tries to keep her clean.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #silvamy #sonic next gen #sonic next gen oc #sonic fankid #sonic fan kids #sonic future au #silver the hedgehog #amy rose #Zenia Rose #Auger Rose #Maple Rose #Sonic oc #family #family line up #Sonic Gameverse #Sonic 28 years later

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recurring-polynya · 2 months

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Writing/Art Update 2.20.2024

Well, I had another very solid week. I hesitate to call it good, because I didn't actually enjoy it very much, but I did grind out 8,642 words last week. I finished Chapter 8 and made a solid dent in Chapter 9a. Basically, I just tried to write at least a thousand words a day, which I accomplished almost every day. Yesterday, I only did 800, but I did 2000 on Sunday, plus the 800 was the ending scene for the chapter, so I deserve a little grace there. And it was a three-day weekend for my kids!

I am at the stage of the fanfic where most of the ambiguity is gone--I know what scenes are left and I just gotta write them. It doesn't matter if I want to or not, the fanfic isn't going to be done until I write them, so I just do it. I always worry that writing in this mindset is going to produce bad, unlovable writing--like, if I don't love writing this, how is anyone going to love reading it? Historically, though, that doesn't bear out--big chunks of Call Me Back and What We Do with Our Hearts were written in this exact fugue state, and I often end up loving them after the fact, and they still contain parts that are really funny or insightful or heartfelt or whatever. I literally do not know how this is possible, it just is. Also, like: there is going to be editing. It is truly astonishing how hard it is to slap anything at all down on a page and then how easy it is to shape it up into something good later on. It is a lot like throwing flat colors down on a piece of art and then adding a little texture and shading later.

The other thing I don't like about writing in this mode is that it makes me actually insane, which I don't like. I just roll word counts and percentages around in my head 24 hours a day and I'm not really able to relax and do things that are not grinding away at my writing. I can do it for short periods of time, but I think I have too much of this story left to tough it through, plus, like, what's the point? This is the thing I allegedly do for fun, and even though I really really really want to be finished, I feel like I should actually try to enjoy the process a little, at least.

So anyway! My first goal for this week is to be less insane about my fanfic. My second goal is to finish Chapter 9a (I think I have about 3-4k to go). My third goal is to edit Chapters 7 and 8 and send them to the beta.

After that, I'll just have 9b (of which I've already written about 4k) and the epilogue to do. After that, of course, there's still more editing, a beta pass for chapters 8->the end, and then I may try to read the whole thing through again from the beginning. So, 3 weeks, maybe, give or take a little?

In the interest of trying to have a little fun, I think I'm gonna try to post some previews for the next couple weeks? In the past, people have enjoyed previews. Today's is a little long, but it's the opening to the whole thing. It's below a cut for those who'd rather wait until the whole thing comes out.

“I don’t know if they’re trying to capitalize on Boy’s Day, or what,” Rukia said, idly inching her hand toward the plate of hot, steaming gyoza sitting on the countertop next to Renji’s stove, “but they’re having some sort of Seafood Festival out in East Sixth.”

A dish towel appeared out of nowhere, the tip whipping painfully against Rukia’s hand.

“Ow!” Rukia howled.

“They’re hot! It’ll hurt worse if you jam one of those in your mouth whole like I know you were gonna,” Renji replied, stuffing the dish towel back into his obi, and juggling the pan of gyoza he was currently frying. “What about a Seafood Festival? Why the Hell is the East Sixth having a Seafood Festival?”

“It’s being put on by the Train Museum, I hear,” Rukia continued grumpily, rubbing at her hand. “I guess they’re hauling a bunch of spring fish up from the Shiranui Sea at the other end of the line. It only takes a few hours to get out to Six. There’s probably carts making the run that we could take, but I would honestly just flash-step, at least on the way out. I want to eat my own body weight in katsuo. Possibly your body weight in katsuo.”

“Mmm,” Renji replied noncommittally, dumping the rest of his gyoza onto the plate and turning off the stovetop.

“I was thinking of asking Hisagi if he wanted us to take some pictures and do a little write-up for the Bulletin,” Rukia went on. “Get us a little walking-around money.” Not that Rukia lacked for pocket money, but it was a little more expensive than their usual weekend activities, and Renji got a little cagey when she tried to treat him to things.

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Why? We had fun the last time we played reporter!”

“Grab the bowl of sauce, would you?” Renji gestured with his chin as he picked up the plate of dumplings and the teapot to carry them to the table. “Don’t you remember when they built that damn train line? Took ‘em over over thirty years, and there were three to four articles every single Bulletin about the delays, the graft, the politics, the environmental impact, whatever. People got so mad about the idea of a train inside the Seireitei that it doesn’t even go anywhere useful. I didn’t even know they used it for anything aside from twee holidays for bored nobles.”

“I heard a story from my friend, Lady Akizuki, that the old head of the Seshimo clan actually lives on the train! He hasn’t set foot outside it in fifteen years!”

Renji cocked an eyebrow at her. He looked like he desperately wanted to hear about the Train Noble, but also did not want to be a guy who cared about Train Nobles. “Anyway, don’t mention the train to Hisagi unless you got six or seven hours to kill. Preferably when I’m not there.”

Rukia picked up the big, fragrant bowl of ginger dipping sauce with both hands. “It was just an idea. So what do you think? Do you want to go?”

“When is it again?” Renji asked, frowning.

“It’s running for all of May, but the weather has been so nice lately, I thought maybe we could go next weekend,” Rukia suggested.

Renji was quiet for a moment, but Rukia figured that maybe he was just focused on serving her dumplings, which was, in her opinion, very important.

“Ru,” he finally said slowly, as he poured her a cup of tea. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Is it that you want to go to the Seafood Festival with me?”

Renji took a big breath through his nose and let it out again. “If things work out, I’d love to go later in the month. Next weekend’s not gonna work, though.”

“Oh.” Rukia frowned. “That’s fine. That’s no big deal.” She looked down lovingly at her gyoza and then up at Renji hopefully. “Itadakimasu?” she asked hopefully.

Renji blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, please help yourself. That… that wasn’t the thing I had to say.”

“Well, spit it out, already,” Rukia groused, her mouth already crammed with gyoza. “Why are you being weird?”

Renji still hadn’t touched his own food. He had circled his right wrist with the thumb and middle finger of his left hand and was rotating it back and forth. He used to make that gesture a lot when he was young, and Rukia realized that she hadn’t seen him do it in years.

“I’m having some surgery,” Renji finally said.

Rukia froze. After a long moment, she slowly finished chewing her dumpling and swallowed it. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I’m getting my arm fixed.”

Rukia watched him rub his wrist for another few seconds. “Did it not heal correctly after the, um, accident?” “The accident” was when Byakuya had stabbed him through the forearm during a demonstration fight the week prior. Everyone was being very polite about it.

“Wellll…” Renji drew out. “I mean, no, that healed up fine. Very clean cut, Senbonzakura, as always. But, uh, while I was at the Fourth, the topic of my burnt-out kidou ducts came up. Captain Unohana thinks she can fix ‘em. And I’ve decided to, um, let her try.” “Oh,” said Rukia. Her chest was filling up with a lot of strange feelings. “Oh.”

#writing update #art non-update

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zwy01 · 9 months

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Noble OCs!!!

More headcanons!! This is my version of the predecessors of canon Clan Leaders. I said I would create parents for the nobles like a few months ago (??) and I finally got to some of them, lol. Anyways

Rubino Elenor: Rozaria’s father and predecessor, and Calytrix’s younger half-brother. Rubino was a merry, lively person. He had a deep, hearty laugh and a lovely smile, so great you can’t help but feel happy around him. But don’t be fooled! Rubino has tricks up his sleeves… literally. He had a very mischievous and almost childish side to him. He loved to teleport behind people, mess around with them, and teleport away, all for his own amusement. He’s basically a professional prankster. Just harmless jokes and funny spells, nothing more. Stuff like tugging on Ragar’s ponytail, poking Gradeus’ buttcrack, tickling Krasis and Roctis’ waists, making Zarga’s ears rain jelly beans, slapping a toupee with a superglue spell on Lagus’ head, giving Edian a chipmunk voice, inversing Gejutel’s hair color so his hair turns black and his stripes white… and much more. Hah! Y’all should smile more, seriously. The only ones he didn’t mess with were Raizel, the Previous Lord, and maybe Raskreia. Though, PL had probably invited Rubino to prank him multiple times, just because it’s hilarious, much to Krasis’ horror. Rubino also had a very strict and stern side to him, which was very different from his usual self. His colleagues would often try to guess which “personality” he’d show up to meetings with. Surprise! Haha. Rubino’s other hobby was collecting random trinkets. Toy boxes, empty wine bottles, buttons, broken stuff, cheap stuff, and much more. If you get on his good side, he might gift you something from his very own collection. What an honor. Here’s a bent salad fork, just for you! Enjoy. With his family, he was very sweet. He had a great relationship with his daughter Rozaria and often played games of teleportation tag with her. His sister Calytrix called him Ruby, which was a name he adored. Rubino dated Zarga, Krasis, Roctis, and PL. Just sweet, casual flings. P.s. Rubino is jacked and his grandson Alois from my Millennium AU gets his crazy muscles from him lol.

Calytrix Agvain: Urokai’s mother and predecessor, and Rubino’s older half-sister. Calytrix was a daring, fearless, and imaginative person. Ready to live, ready to die. Nobles have extremely long lifespans, and so days, months, years, even decades may seem like nothing more than a blink of an eye to most of them. Not for Calytrix. She loved to have something to do for each and every day. It could be anything. Learning a new language, rock climbing, winemaking, glassblowing, gardening, cheesemaking, lock picking… you name it. Making the most out of every moment, enjoying life to the fullest, that’s how life should be. Nobles who just sit around and stare at the ceiling all day are wasting their lives, tsktsk, maybe they should just donate their extra years to someone who will really use them. Lol. Carpe diem, my sweeties. Once she is done with her Clan Leader duties at hand, good luck finding her. She’s probably close by or far away or somewhere in between doing one of her super obscure hobbies in a super obscure location. Her clan members often found themselves with headaches, wondering where their Clan Leader is off to for the nth time. Please tell us where you’re going before you leave next time, Clan Leader! Oops, I forgot. Hehe, maybe just come and find me. And so, one of the things Urokai did most as a child was being tasked with retrieving his mother, trekking around trying to find her and when he does, telling her to return with him. Calytrix would just laugh, give her son a big embrace, squeeze him close to her, and roll around in the grassy, flowery hills until their beautiful dark red hair get all messy and filled with petals. Her carefree spirit was pretty eccentric by traditional noble standards, and maybe that was also the reason why she shined so brightly. Her brother Rubino called her Trixie and it meant a lot to her. Calytrix dated probably half of Lukedonia’s population (as people joke), with Edian being one of her longest relationships.

Noel J. Loyard: Seira’s father and predecessor, and Edian’s relative (cousin or nephew, undecided yet). Noel was an altruistic and empathetic person. Despite knowing the fact that humanity, and even some nobles, are greedy and insatiable, he still set out to help them each and every time. This was the reason why many believed that he was dumb, for still believing in change and kindness when his own efforts were often met with dissatisfaction, more demands and even betrayal from those he reached his hand out to. In truth, he genuinely believed that if his efforts could make the world a better place, then he would do anything within his power to help, even if it is very complex and hard to achieve in reality. In a way, he was a dreamer. Even at his death and before he was killed, he believed that it was his duty to protect the weak. Aside from performing his duties as Clan Leader, Noel spent most of his time studying philosophy, collecting different works from around the world, from both humans and werewolves. Noel had a loving relationship with his daughter Seira, to whom he passed on his strong belief of protecting the weak. One of his favorite things to do with Seira was hanging out in their manor, their beloved home. When there was sunshine, he would brush Seira’s hair, have a picnic, and gently chase butterflies with her. When it snowed, they would try to land snowflakes on the tip of their noses and make drawings on the snow-piled ground with their fingers. Even when it rained, it did not stop them from dancing in their rose garden, his footsteps accompanied by her tinier footsteps. It was truly a good time, albeit very brief and tragically short-lived. Noel had a brief fling with Regis’ father, Rousare, who was his best friend and on-and-off lover. P.s. Noel had white eyelashes from his Drosia heritage.

Qing Ru: Kei’s mother and predecessor. Qing was a very smart, observant, and strategic person. Everything she chose to do had a meaning and a purpose, and she did not do things based on her feelings. Rather, she relied on reasoning and reasoning alone. Though she spent most of her time isolating herself in the mountains training day and night, it wasn’t just training in the traditional sense of fighting like one would expect from a typical Ru. It also involved meditating, observing both animate and inanimate objects, breathing in and out with the environment and feeling the energy of the land and the world around her. She believed training not only the body but also the soul was the way to achieve true strength, which she teaches to her son, Kei. Unlike Kei, Qing wasn’t dense at all. She was good at reading people, and she could analyze them and guess their thoughts and/or needs based on the way they tense their facial and body muscles, the circulation of the energy within their bodies, etc. That’s also why her fellow Clan Leaders loved sparring with her, because she could pinpoint their weaknesses and counter them. Back to Kei… well, PL used to joke about Kei being a “dense cookie” even when his mother was a people scanner. A young and (kinda) dumb Kei took it as a compliment, meanwhile Qing was not too amused, lol. Qing raised Kei to be a traditional Ru and while she was strict with her son, she was a good teacher and mother. She called her son Baobei (meaning treasure/darling) and when they were not busy training, they would sit by the waterfall and feel the breeze on their faces, and watch the stars. She had many friends, and regularly invited them over for some tea and noodles. Qing did not date anyone, as she didn’t care for such things. (she was quite popular tho, lol)

Valentina Mergas: Ludis’ mother and predecessor. Valentina was sharp, trustworthy, and highly independent. She took her duties as the Mergas Clan Leader and Lukedonia’s guardian very very seriously and she barely had time to herself for leisure. To be specific, if she had extra time to spare after completing her duties as Clan Leader, she would go on a extra round of border patrol and check up on everyone, making sure the Central Order members were doing their jobs correctly. If she caught anyone slacking off just a bit, good luck getting away without being yelled at and disciplined. There was no leeway, there were no excuses. Some would say that she was a bit too strict, but it was under her leadership that the knights’ organization truly became one and functional, with a structure that would prove to be practical and efficient for many generations to come. PL was very impressed with her abilities and to her it was a great honor. It was her job, and she truly enjoyed it. Though, it was limited to Lukedonia only. Whatever happened outside of Lukedonia, she didn’t care for it. Not one single bit. To her Lord, her colleagues and her friends and family, she was fiercely loyal. They meant the world to her, and she would die for them. Meanwhile the humans, werewolves, whatever… they can cause all the war and chaos they want, as long as it happened outside and didn’t bother Lukedonia, it was none of Valentina’s business. To be precise, Valentina did not oppose the protection of other species by nobles but she believed that they must know that things like ambition and greed have consequences, even if it’s by learning it the hard way. And her loyalty is to Lukedonia and not the world. For this reason, she believed that Noel’s absolute selflessness was dumb. But, if her Lord ordered her to protect non-nobles, she would not hesitate to accept his orders. Valentina was both warm and cold, and passionate and ruthless at the same time. She had a good relationship with her son Ludis, and often brought him along with her while she ran her errands, for him to watch and learn so by a very young age Ludis was able to fully memorize the standard procedures and protocals of all Mergas duties, down to the smallest of details. Valentina dated Gradeus and PL for a while. P.s. She thinks her scars are cool and are proof of her dedication to her homeland

And that’s it for now! Yay!! Not sure if I’ll do the other remaining ones, most likely not. But I’ll see how it goes.

#noblesse #manhwa #myart #oc #ocs #original character #rubino elenor #calytrix agvain #noel j. loyard #qing ru #valentina mergas

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the-eeveekins · 4 months

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The 14th Day of G-Witch: Envoys From Earth

Season 2 starts with a series of duels that aren't even close, but at least we got some unique mobile suit designs out of them. Maybe someday they'll show up on P-Bandai? I'm a little sad they we don't get to see what happened with Suletta & Miorine in the immediate aftermath of The Slap, but it always seemed likely they were very quickly separated afterwards, with little-to-no time to talk after Miorine called Suletta a murderer. But I also liked how the 2nd season starts out seemingly with a return to their normal safe school life, with classes and duels, and slowly tears it away as the episode progresses, telling the audience that the safety of the school is gone and it's not coming back.

This is also the start of El5n basically being not just a clown, but the entire circus. And when he's not being a creeper towards Suletta, I love him for it.

And thus begins the Delling Rembran Rehabilitation Arc (🤢). I always said that the smartest thing Delling did as a character was be a little nicer to Miorine and save her life before falling into a coma for a whole season, because suddenly a lot of people forgot what a dick he was. So much wasted potential too.

Everyone's favorite background lesbians, Maisie and Ireesha. They're adorable.

Casual reminder that since they've been separated Suletta has been tending to Miorine's greenhouse and messaging her everyday, just like she asked.

All the respect to Prospera's manipulation game. She knows exactly what she needs to say to each girl regarding what happened at Plant Quetta, and ultimately it helps push Miorine deeper into her schemes.

Sophie is here! While Suletta is definitely caught off guard at first, I love how excited and eager she is to try and fulfill the role of Sophie's onee-chan.

I love Sophie and my heart goes out to her. It always makes me happy to see her enjoy the Open Campus and get to enjoy the life she always wanted but was also denied to her.

You know what else I love about Sophie? Cockblocking El5n every time he tries to rizz Suletta. She's a good girl.

Also, have some 5Nore!

You know who is a good hero in this show? Suletta! Doesn't she look dashing rushing in to save Nika? And the way she easily picks her up and carries her out of harm's way? That's a sapphic woman's dream right there.

That said, Suletta is lucky Sophie likes her so much because there's no way this should work.

I love this shot of Prospera talking to Miorine. Chef's kiss. I'm not necessarily a fan of this shot down the Plant Quetta shaft (the 3rd time now?) Now that we know that this isn't Quiet Zero, and merely the parts to amplify the range of the Data Storm, the continued focus on this one object seems really strange. I'm not sure if it was always meant to be a decoy for the audience or there was a late change regarding the introduction of Quiet Zero.

Okay, so I've got to talk about Red:birthmark. This ending took my breath away the first time I watched it, I was just utterly captivated. While the song itself took a couple listens to grow on me, the visuals stood out to me immediately. The start with Suletta on a stage, just missing Miorine and interacting with Aerial, the absolutely striking colors in the middle as Suletta dances with the bits and her clones, and finally Suletta and Miorine dancing together while Aerial watches over them. Endings are usually pretty plain and pretty simple, but this one honestly puts a lot of openings to shame, and it's by far my favorite ED ever.

#25 days of g witch #g witch #the witch from mercury #gundam #g witch spoilers

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littleruinedprince · 11 months

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Coming back from the dead to do what I do best: COMPLAIN! Because I'm in pain and I need to see if I'm the only one that feels this way.

What in the world is up with the state of onesies geared towards adults? So many brands I'm seeing have the most garish, ugly, thoughtless designs I've ever seen.

Like, baby clothes for Actual Babies look like this:

This is cute! If you don't like designs that look like this, obviously that's fine, but I personally find cuteness in simple, pleasant, soft colors and plain designs. Embroidery is also a really cute touch, and gives it a kind of tender, homemade feel. Very nice. Also, obviously not all baby clothes look like this, but there are plenty of options in this style if you want.

Contrast this to some of the popular designs you can find on the internet if you just search something like "agere onesie":

Eugh. Why? Design wise, these prints are of the kind of artistic level that I would expect to see in the Juvenile Girls clearance section of Wal-Mart. These designs are so... uninspired. I'm just imagining the thought process like: Gee, what do people in the little/agere community like? I dunno, unicorns? Dinosaurs? Nite-nite? Just slap the most bottom of the barrel, stock photo level art on there and call it a day.

I feel like the worst offender of this imo is the Rearz Princess Design. I don't know why this design makes me so enraged, but it just does.

Littles like princesses and unicorns, right? Great, let's just smack the most BASIC, THOUGHTLESS, EMPTY princess and unicorn print on a pink onesie with sensory hell ruffled sleeves and pat ourselves on the back for a job well done. WHERE IS THE CUTENESS HERE? I look at this and think of a design I'd see on a .50 cent cup at dollar tree. No effort went into this design beyond the three seconds it took someone to think of 'pink princess'.

I feel like I'd buy way more agere clothes if they had any resemblance to the way actual baby clothes look. So many prints are so saturated and loud, it feels hard to find something that isn't screaming "look at me, I'm DESPERATELY trying to look juvenile and cute!! Hee Hee! I've got a dinosaur on me with big eyes, doesn't that read as Baby to you?"

No, not really. Most designs for babies try to incorporate calming aspects, or just look like little copies of adult clothes with a lighter color scheme. I've yet to see any retailer carrying clothes with cute embroidery aspects like a lot of infant wear carries.

Sigh. Anyways, is it just me who feels this way, or am I just yelling at clouds?

#agere #age regression #agere gear #agere clothes #complaining

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burnwithtears · 1 year

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i've been seeing a never-ending discourse about how rina's position in s4 will be like portwell's, with ricky graduating and gina still a junior and let me break it to you: it's not the same. and i don't mean the age gap.

ej and gina started their relationship at the very end of the school year, which means ej already has one foot outside school, while gina still has two years ahead of her. the beginning of s3 makes it clear their relationship is very new (emphasis on "first boyfriend", "summer of firsts"). so basically, they're getting together while ej is already entering a new stage in his life, so there is nothing solid about their relationship to hold on to, because this is the beginning of it. if they had gotten together at the start of s2, things would be different, because they'd have a whole semester to build their connection. and don't say they've been friends since s1 and that's enough, because a platonic relationship is very different from a romantic one. gina expects different things from it.

now, ricky and gina are being honest about their feelings before ricky's final year starts. they'll have a whole year to figure out how they work romantically, and they will build a solid base, and later figure out how to keep making things work even after ricky leaves school. and yeah, the stress and fame could break them apart, but it'd be nothing similar to portwell's downfall. ricky is still a senior, he's not on the verge of graduating. he will still see her every day, they will be joining the school play together.

and while we're at it, i'd like to address some very rude comments about gina (and the other kids) being "unfair" to ej during s3. as someone who absolutely loved ej's arc in s3, because he finally got one rsrs, it's absurd to me how people fail to see that his friends did try to support him in their own way.

there are two very different visions about ej this season: how the adults see him, and how the teens see him. throughout the whole season, he's standing in the middle of it, not knowing what to do, but, at the end, he falls to the adult side, because that's his development.

when ej comes to the camp this last time, he's a mentor. val, channing, dewey and miss jenn interact with him and give him responsibilities he didn't ask for because they see him as a young adult, not one of the kids in the camp. do you see val participating in the games? no, she's not part of any team in color wars, she's not part of the play. the thing is, ej came to camp thinking he would just have fun, but being a “senior” in camp as well comes with these responsibilities he wasn't ready for, and the adults are the ones helping him navigate through it because that's their role. he goes to val for advice with his dad; he goes to miss jenn for advice with the play; he directly deals with channing and corbin when they're trying to call off the documentary. the fact that val is the one who comforts him in the end of the season shows he made through it. it was a transition.

the east high crew, at first, sees him as one of them; they try to include him in all of the camp activities, and that's their way of showing they care for him – they want him around, want him to be part of the group. and it takes them a while to understand he won't be able to, and that it's not his fault, but neither is theirs. ricky's jab "are you sure?" to ej on the last episode is more of a "you've been pushing us way too hard for a while now", because that's exactly what ej was doing, like he was already their teacher or something. when ej says they're theater kids and will do things their way, that's him making amends. when ej says to ricky during the premiere "i could fake slap you, but you're my brother", that's him showing once again that he has grown up and will not carry high school grudges with him. it doesn't mean he's a "superior person"; only that all of their previous animosity is behind him.

gina tries to be understanding when he promises things and don't show up. she tries again, and again, to save what they have, but how can you save something you don't even fully know because it's still so new? you can say "ej is doing all this so he can stay with her", but no one believes that – not even ej himself. he's doing this to prove to his father he can make his own choices and be successful in them. he's trying to show his father he's not a kid anymore, to be ordered around. that’s his arc during season 3.

you could also say "yeah, but even if they're in different stages, the east high crew are still his friends and they still should comfort him" and yeah, sure. but this is a 8-episode teen comedy show, and the narrative tries, and suceeds, to tell the audience that ej has grown up and is moving on. just like they told the audience that nini is not coming back. ej probably will come back, but no longer as one of the kids; therefore, his relationship with them has to change.

#hi #its me again #hsmtmts #gina porter #ricky bowen #ej caswell #im so tired #but the speech around him makes me see red

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—𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

It's the anniversary of the day peace came to Cradle, and it's also the eve of the day Ray, Sirius and Alice started dating. Despite the rough start, they find a way to enjoy themselves.

▍sirius x alice x ray ▍rating: E ▍tags: Polyamory; Modern AU; Banter; Fluff; Humor; almost everyone else makes an appearance; Dressing Room Sex; Non-Explicit Sex; Public Sex; Language of Flowers; Alcohol ▍wordcount: 2,699

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▍written for Ikemen Revolution Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! Thank you for another amazing gift exchange ❤

▍a/n: @kashimalin-fanfiction , I had the pleasure of writing this gift for you! I decided to try and mash the ideas you provided into one (hopefully) beautiful mess, they were all amazing. Thank you for them and for giving me this lovely pairing to work with! I adore these three as a polyship. I had tons of fun making this gift for you - even if my sadness over ikerev's closing nudged me to add some additional sentimentality to it, haha :') It is partly inspired by ikerev's first anniversary event that recently had a rerun. Once again thank you and I hope you like this! ❤❤❤

"It makes me feel like I'm the only one making sacrifices for the sake of the group."

Ray is grumpy and still has his bedhair on that Alice only somewhat smoothed back into order. She'd given him the thumbs up while affirming that he has a "wild, liberated look on that suits him"... which got Ray at the last part. But still.

"It's not a group, it's a relationship!" She insists, lightly slapping his arm even if she continues to cling to it, making it harder for both of them to walk.

"…And it's not a sacrifice, you basically slept in. And now we're late."

Ray groans with what's remaining of his sleepiness coloring his voice hoarse. He thought he wouldn't need to explain this to Sirius, the one person who understands him at a glance alone otherwise. Well, as long as it resolves around managing the army, it seems.

"I slept in so you two don't call me a sleepyhead once the small hours come in." He has that trademark pissed-off look on his face that Alice (and maybe Sirius too) somehow finds hot. He's not exaggerating it on purpose, he swears - and goes on: "So that we could celebrate more."

Sirius can easily call out the inadequacy of that, but also, he knows his boyfriend. He just can't last long after midnight. He gets it.

That, plus, his temper has been greatly softened by a certain scene this morning - when barging into their shared room to finally wake up the sleepy King of Spades, he found him gloriously outstretched across the spacious bed, an alarm going off, likely for the nth time - and Ray sleeping unbothered through it.

A few seconds in it Sirius instantly recognized Alice's singing voice - it was a recording of him and Alice jokingly dueting for a clichéd love song while tipsy once at a black army banquet. Well, in Sirius' case, "tipsy" is an understatement. He didn't know Ray had this, much less that he used it as his alarm. He must've calculated that they both would be nowhere to be found by the time the alarm goes off, and subsequently, they won't hear. A miscalculation on his part being his actual waking up.

He fished out Ray's phone under the sheets successfully on the second loop of the song and turned it off before nudging his boyfriend awake - leaving him to think he himself turned it out between episodes of dozing off. Sirius' reason lies somewhere between being endeared to shyness and…blackmail material. He hasn't finalized his decision, and it highly depends on Ray's behavior today.

Today, the anniversary of the day the two armies got united.

And by great design, the eve of their own anniversary as a polyamorous couple. That would make twice the celebration, and consequently, twice the amount of chaos surrounding it.

"Sirius, not everyone has long legs like yours… slow it down."

He snaps back into reality.

Alice refuses to let go of Ray's arm which would make significant acceleration to her walking speed. But still, Sirius slows down, remembering that the shop is not going to close down for good five more hours, remembering that Luka and the red army chefs are taking care of the catering, remembering that Seth and a red army unit are taking care of preparing the venue, remembering that Fenrir and Zero are taking care of the security…

Remembering how Lancelot had snatched the folder with enlisted duties and who is in charge of them right off his hands.

He sighs but not of exhaustion, for once, keeping a little smile on his face and wishing he could be a little more like Ray.

"Okay let's make this quick, Alice chooses a dress then we go grab two suits, pay, walk out the store. Roger that?"

Alice knows better than to let Sirius's (bad) personality traits (yes, even he has some!) rub on her, but she can't help but mirror his grimace. WHY must men have just ONE official outfit in their wardrobe? While living under one roof with Fenrir Godspeed and his crazy gun collection, at least twenty of which are spraying paint and other liquids and double as a "crazy party trick", at that? One should have a backup suit. Ah, but, a little anniversary day shopping trip can be a wonderful bonding experience, and Alice who has plenty of dresses to choose from is still talked into buying another. It's on them.

"Roger that… should I pick a black dress and make it easier for you two?"

"Hell no." Ray shakes his head, hands still in his pockets rather than browsing the store. "We're not attending a funeral."

"Ray."

Sirius decides it will be taking it too far if he says, 'with the way this is going, it's going to be mine', because…it's not that bad? He looks at his smart watch and it's just 2 PM, they'll drop the clothes at the dry cleaner's, go grab lunch right afterward...

"…Okay then, why don't you choose it for me? And we don't really have to match… or it can be subtle. Like your neckties with my jewelry, or-"

"Let's match socks. You can pick a short dress and pair it with stockings?"

"No."

Ray groans again, he was clearly asking Alice and not Sirius. "Why not?"

Sirius crosses his arms, somehow less forwards than usual with his criticism. "…I've seen your taste for socks."

"He's right, Ray…"

Feeling betrayed, Ray's eyes widen, giving the two a clear view of his beautiful forest-green irises with a hint of fire in them. It's a forest fire they would want to put out, though, because Ray's rage is throwing flames at Sirius now.

"And you wear grandpa socks! You're lucky I gifted you a kitty print pair last Christmas or you'd remain with the same five ugly argyle print ones for life."

"But they're provided as part of the black army uniform…" Alice tries to back up for Sirius, but to no avail. They are far worse than Ray's crazy sock collection.

"Does anyone even wear these?" Ray scoffs, but is interrupted by Sirius grabbing his hand along with Alice's.

"Okay, timeout."

Making sure that no one is looking at them, Sirius leads them into a fitting room, closing it shut from the inside. He believes this is the best decision, even if undiscussed beforehand. Had he discussed it with them, one of his partners surely would've warned him that the fitting room is far from spacious enough for three people to get in. But Sirius knows how to get tough situations to work in his favor, with the King of Spades practically forced to meet his eyes instead of sulking and gazing away. Getting Alice to cooperate is much, much easier. He highly suspects that the deeper their feelings run for each other, the more the other man acts like a brat. Deep inside, Sirius sees the endearment of it - but right now he could use some cooperation.

"Your socks matching idea has potential. But maybe for some other occasion. Like Belle's birthday for instance."

"Hey, I will hold you to that."

"Fine." Sirius says blankly, impatient to move on. "And I suggest white and dark blue for Alice's dress. White for peace and blue for the army."

"That’s actually great. I think I want to see you in these colors, Alice."

Both pairs of eyes are on her now, and she just nervously chuckles. Gosh, she must be careful not to choose a dress with too much white or she'll become a blushing bride in the face of the mirror in the fitting room, imagination always running a little wild around these two. In the sweetest way.

"I love the sound of that! Are we ready to go out now?"

She thinks she sees them briefly exchanging a knowing gaze. In the next moment, two identically sweet smooches land on her cheeks.

***

Mission New Outfit is a total success. Alice looks like the goddess of peace she is, a deity they're supposed to worship. So stealing a kiss or two amidst the cascade of compliments is a must! Forgetting about how inconveniently cramped the fitting room was, the two of them gladly go in in order to help Alice out of the dress. They're in luck that she is characteristically a little clumsy or else her affirmations that she can manage alone would hold too much ground for this.

Either way, they end up in there again. Dazzled by her beauty, once the expensive dress is securely put away they share their fascinations in a way they see fit. Where words fail them, they use kisses - when they fail too, they use more than that.

It's not the first time they've been up to no good in places that are no good for that. Once it gets too hot to breathe and palm-sealed mouths still find a way to produce illicit sounds, they know they should stop.

It's a celebration started early, one of them says.A good couple of seconds afterward, the mark of orgasm staining another's voice, it is added:

Those are the best celebrations.

***

All guests are in the venue by late sunset, chatting around and helping themselves at the buffet. Friends living east and west of the civic center unite for the bright occasion, the word "peace" dancing off their tongues every now and then like candy that someone gives away. They indulge in it, knowing no fear and no censure. People high in the ranks blend with common folks. Selfie sticks are being raised in the air as often as toasts of champagne are - sticking out like antennas catching the same radio frequency of jovial laughter all around.

With pats on his back, Ray is sent off to the stage by the black army officers as his turn to hold a speech comes. He dislikes the idea of him and Lancelot coming individually in front of the people, and welcomes the King of Hearts on stage with him instead. It comes easy to them to combine it into one speech, the unnecessary clichés are cut off in favor of some honest, heartfelt words; of gratitude and bright hope for the future. The army officers are one by one named for their contribution to the peace, and of course, Alice's name is not left out either - the following applause heating her cheeks that almost hurt by smiling now. In the next moment everyone's attention turns to a flower cart being pushed into view below the stage - it's introduced into the venue by the whole Oswald family - well, minus one member who is at the black army table, - a pink-haired young man with a cheshire grin and someone that rarely shows up in public but whose face the people used to know from posters hung around town. Not a wanted man anymore and with all misunderstandings clouding his reputation shooed away along with the dark clouds of looming war, the public applauds the bunch's entry albeit with curiosity. Sporting a pretty suit, Harr has no hood to pull down and hide his face behind, but he doesn't feel too intimidated by the attention. He has Loki. Reminiscent of a mischievous cat, Loki skips his way up on stage and confidently steals the microphone.

From the name of Canis Major, the Oswald family flower shop, he thanks the members of the two armies, their kings, and everyone else present tonight. Apparently, there is a surprise done with the help of the citizens of Cradle who volunteered by joining in the preparation process today at the central plaza.

Watching as a flower crown is placed on Lancelot's blonde head, Ray knows he's next in line and spots Sirius in the public to raise a brow at. The latter shrugs in a nonchalant manner, visibly amused by the current events. "Oh, so now you're not uptight?", thinks Ray, a flower crown placed on his own head not long after. Next are the two armies' officers, much to Sirius' surprise. And finally, Alice.

To everyone else present is handled a white poppy, which appears on the flower crowns as well. Sirius chimes in to let those who don't know that the flower symbolizes peace. After its short journey, the microphone is finally back in Ray's hands and he expresses his gratitude, genuine surprise still marking his features - and the red army king is the same.

***

Soon everyone's back at their tables, live music fills the venue and many let it be the background noise of their chatter with one another. Sirius is swamped with questions if he truly didn't know about all of this. So is Ray, who is thought to know about the celebration's organization process. So is Alice, as their self-proclaimed aide-du-camp. Just like the two men, Alice shrugs, looking extra tiny in Sirius' coat that she took when a gush of wind came out.

Mainly, they get asked "where have you been all day to miss that!", and they chuckle. A hint of a knowing gaze is exchanged between the three, with noone noticing.

As soon as their friends give them a breather, the trio excuses themselves and makes it out of the crowd.

***

Whoever chose the location of the venue, Alice needs to thank them personally tomorrow. It turns out to be close to Cradle's beach, and she excitingly leads her puzzled boyfriends there.

"It's so nice to have two of you." She jokes, contently seated on Ray's coat on the sand as Sirius' one is dappled warmly around her shoulders at the same time. It's a mystery how none of their flower crowns fell off as she practically took them for a run towards here.

Seated next to her, Ray turns his attention to the polaroid camera hanging from his neck. Seth just couldn't help himself - he went ahead and gave them their anniversary gift way ahead of the others. He mentioned that there was a surprise in there.

"Tsk. It's the three of us on stage but I have that goofy surprised expression." Ray frowns as he pulls out the tiny photo that was last made. Seth had mentioned something about the three of them making some memories with it but this is in no way a good start.

"C'mon, come closer." Ray beckons, reaching to wrap his arm around Sirius on Alice's other side while holding the camera to face their way. They all smile and the shutter is clicked.

Alice holds the tiny polaroid photo with both hands like the prized possession it is, already back in their shared room in her mind and wondering where to put it. While admiring it, she misses the way Sirius and Ray lean in close to each other behind her back and meet their lips for a tiny kiss.

She hands back the camera to Ray and gains their attention again.

"I brought something, too."

They wait for the big reveal as she reaches inside the XL-sized dark blue coat. Another early gift?

"Ta-daah!" Alice exclaims, bringing into view…a bottle of champagne. Snatched from the buffet, most likely.

Ray and Sirius do another round of non-verbal communication put to test many a time during their years of knowing each other. It's the "no, I didn't see when this happened either".

Sirius is faster to crack into laughter than Ray this time, proceeding to open the bottle. The cork flies off with a loud 'pop' and to everyone's surprise, Sirius takes the first sip without being talked into this by his lovers. As if taking Ray's advice of letting loose, he even forgoes his own rule of avoiding alcohol - likely leaving himself in the hands of his trustworthy lovers to stop him before he becomes a different person.

Alice cheers on for him and he actually listens to her and chugs more. They’re a ridiculous but lovely sight. Their anniversary is not until a good hour or two, but Ray definitely feels like they started celebrating early.

"Wow. Alice steals a bottle and now you're drinking like no tomorrow. I'm clearly not the biggest troublemaker of the group."

"There he goes again!"

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