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violetrainbow412-blog · 11 months

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Bolinus brandaris [S. R]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

and by public demand, part. 2

summary: Reid loves the gift you just gave him and the whole team can notice.

"Everyone ready to go back?" Gideon asked, taking a quick look at the jet to make sure all of you were there. You had an extortion case quite far from home, Miami to be exact, and you had a long flight back to Quantico, so the last thing he wanted was to forget someone.

Miami was a beautiful place that you would have liked to visit in other circumstances, that had nothing to do with crimes at all, since you had always felt a certain weakness for the warm climate, the sticky breeze, and the sound of the waves that were on the beach.

You had only had the chance to go to a mall to buy a new outfit, because yours had been completely ruined, while Morgan took advantage of the wait to buy an ice cream popsicle. It hadn't been a dream ride, but it was something at least.

“I feel like I could sleep for 90 hours straight,” you sighed, closing your eyes and falling into Spencer's side as usual. You two were the youngest, he was younger than you of course, so it was easier to connect with him than the other members of the team. You seemed to have similar interests and he was strangely comfortable with you.

“You would actually need to wake up periodically to expel fluids or you would risk bursting your bladder or even your bowels, because even though your digestive system shuts down when you sleep it only does so for a certain number of hours. Maybe you could sleep for 14 or 17 hours, which is what a baby sleeps, but 90 seems excessive to me even if you do not consume drinks or food before doing so”

"It's an expression, Reid" you laughed, but without the intention of making him feel bad for having answered you that way. Sometimes it was necessary to explain to him that you weren't being serious, as obvious as this seemed.

"You can sleep through the whole trip" he argued and although you still had your eyes closed you assumed that he had shrugged "I'll wake you up if you start snoring"

"I don't snore!" you defended yourself, playfully smacking him on the arm and hearing him laugh. Somehow watching him led you to remember a chain of events ending in the package you had carefully stowed in your bag and you almost jumped out of your seat the next second: "Wait, I just remembered something" you reported and went to the baggage area to rummage through your suitcase, taking just a few minutes to be back in your seat “I bought you this”

"Me?" he asked in disbelief. The others were on their own business enough to notice your conversation, making the moment a bit more private.

“I looked at it and just thought of you. Although I don't know if you're going to like it” you said shyly, handing him something wrapped in a paper bag with a store sticker on it. You had found the gift when you went shopping for your clean outfit and a part of you had been anxious all day to be able to give it to him to watch his reaction.

Reid looked at it curiously and handled it carefully, as if he were afraid it would fall apart in his fingers, until he managed to open it and took a piece of cloth from it.

"A scarf?"

“I saw you in one the other day and I thought you might like them. You know, you always wear your vests under your coats and your ties and you're always overdressed, but in a cute way” you laughed, while you pointed your hands at your body pretending to touch the pieces of his outfit "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it"

"No! I mean yes. I want to use it” he reassured you. Spencer held it out to look at it more carefully: it was purple, a stripe in the middle of patterned colored rhombuses intertwined with some embroidery of branches with leaves in black. "Did you know that the color purple is related to royalty because of how difficult it was to obtain the pigment before the Christian era? It is obvious that artificial dyes didn’t exist at that time, so everything they dyed the fabrics with had to be obtained from nature and that particular tone was quite difficult to obtain because it came from Bolinus brandaris, an extremely rare species of sea snail. To obtain 1 gram of this substance it is necessary to have 10,000 snails. And that gram was barely enough to dye a small piece. Its value and the difficulty in mass-producing it is due to the fact that the substance obtained had to be left to dry in the sun for a very precise time to be used later. Half a kilo of wool dyed in that color cost what would now be equivalent to around 300,000 euros,” he said, still holding the scarf as he rambled on. "It is also related to liturgical attire, it symbolizes power, wisdom, and is the perfect combination between the energy of red and the calm of blue”

“Oh yeah, I… I knew all that before I bought it, I didn't choose it just because I think purple brings out your eyes” you blatantly lied, making your friend laugh tenderly.

“What I meant to say is that I like it” he added, a little embarrassed by the smile and attention with which you had been observing him. You always did that when he wandered off, leaving him helpless and not knowing how to react.

"You said it has to do with wisdom, right?" you exclaimed and he nodded gently "Do you think there's some weird psychological reason why my brain knew that and linked it to you or was it just a coincidence?"

"Well, it's hard to explain..." he began to say, turning a little in his seat to be closer to you and begin a long explanation about the connections that our brain creates with things and people.

You were completely exhausted but you didn't have the heart to stop him from saying anything he had to say and you listened intently as much as your body would allow, until eventually you were lulled to sleep by the sound of Spencer's soft voice. When he stopped hearing your hums he realized that you had already fallen asleep and he moved your body carefully until you were completely reclining on the chair, so that when you woke up the physical pain of sleeping on the plane would be less. He, for his part, stayed in the seat next to you sheltered your rest, and at some point ended up asleep too.

The day after she came back from Miami, Spencer was already wearing the scarf you gave him. He had matched it with a brown coat, a vest in a darker shade of purple than the scarf, and a white shirt that together made him look perfect. Also, his well-brushed straight hair fell to the side and his tanned skin looked particularly clean.

You didn’t need to tell him anything because the smile you gave him when you looked him up and down was reason enough for him to be flattered and also proud to receive your approval. All day you watched him, a bit for the garment and a bit for the very pleasure of admiring him, and you noticed that he frequently checked that everything about him looked good, as if he was trying to impress you. Every time he spoke he avoided looking at you, only at you, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The day after that he used it too and the next day and the next, to the point where it was strange to see him go anywhere without it, as if it had become a part of him. After a week, while they waited in the boardroom, Elle finally had the courage to face the situation and ask Spencer why the particular choice for something for everyday use.

"It's that his girlfriend gave it to him" answered Morgan, before the brunette could say anything.

"What? No! Y/N is not my girlfriend” he said, completely embarrassed and making sure with his eyes that you weren't around to hear that.

"Oh, now I understand" JJ joined the conversation.

"You understand what?"

“You are always taking care that it doesn’t get dirty or stained”

"Yes, I don't like my clothes to get ruined"

"But more so if it's something his girlfriend gave him" insisted Morgan and in a fit that no one expected Spencer took a ball of paper and threw it at his face. That just got a collective laugh.

"I just like it. That's all”

"We all know you like her, Reid," added Hotch, who had kept quiet thus far and didn't even look up from the files. He flushed red to the ears as the rest of the team shared another laugh, and just seconds later you and Gideon walked through the door.

"Good morning"

"Good morning" answered the others, like school children before the arrival of a teacher. There was one seat left next to Morgan that Gideon took and that forced you into the only remaining chair between Elle and Spencer.

“Did I miss something interesting?” you murmured, leaning into him and smiling close to his face.

"No" he replied kindly, feeling your gaze drop from his eyes.

"Your scarf," you said, reaching out your hands to move it a little around his neck "It was out of place"

Everyone else, except for Gideon, shared knowing glances and stifled giggles as they watched the nervous way he thanked you. It didn't help too much that for the entire meeting you were completely distracted looking at your partner next to you, making the whole team wonder when the two of you were finally going to end up kissing.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #JJ #penelope garcía

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p0rk-guts · 2 months

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Velvette if she served cunt

Design breakdown below 👇🏾(BEWARE IT'S VERY LONG)

Alright going into detail about my gripes and edits. Like Velvette but her design is just. Not good to me. None of her (main) outfit details look like they fit to me— pinstripe pants + long fur coat paired with black crop top and scene sleeves? Skull earrings? TINKERBELL HEELS????? Tell me how any of that meshes well or even makes SENSE for the social media influencer persona she's supposed to have going on. Now that I think about it I'm pretty sure she's supposed to be clown themed... But I'm just gonna toss that idea out bc being a revered social media influencer and a clown at the same time just seems a bit oxymoronic to me, and the "clown" details aren't adding shit for me.

And don't think I forgot about her features. Pale ash grey skin and wavy hair at best. If she was supposed to be some type of creature where a nonhuman skin tone would make sense then maybe I could let it go?? But as far as I can tell she doesn't have an object or creature or animal theme like the other V's and if she does I shouldn't need to do detective work to figure it out. There is no reason for *any* of these poc characters to have grey skin, especially since they don't have any other poc features at all.

Sorry that shit gets me heated anyways. Onto my redesign. Gave her a more obviously black skin tone and textured hair bc I love a 30 inch buss down as much as the next girl but considering how there are no significant poc cast members with visibly textured hair I think she deserves to flaunt some coils if no one else will.

Ngl I'm not. A fashion girlie. Idk what's trendy idk what screams "influencer" so a lot of this was just throwing shit at the wall that I've seen around recently but it looks cute enough to me. And there was a bit of inspiration taken from Aliyahcore and ghetto fabulous fashion ❤️

If you can't tell this is shamefully inspired by lovesart23's Velvette reimagining because imo they had some outstanding ideas for Vel. I low-key stole their idea for those floating eyes in her hair that follow her around and help her keep tabs on shit it was just a superb idea for a social media overlord to me. I also took some inspo from @furbtasticworksofart 's redesign because vampire influencer sucking up the souls of her followers in exchange for content??? Too good (also the eyes were supposed to have bat/vamp wings I just forgot 😭) So yeah she's a vampire demon now. Without the features she was looking too human anyhow. Maybe she also feeds off of the energy of her followers through tech like after Vox mind controls them or whatever... Idk idk is that anything

Speaking of Vox, the screen glasses are meant to connect her to him w/ their color and shape while serving the purpose of being like a second phone she can post and check the web with. Like lovesart said in their reimagining vid, Vel doesn't really do more than pose for selfies and scroll on her phone when it comes to social media so in my head she's constantly flipping her shades on and off, using them to scroll and stay active, and they can show when she's not paying attention or respect to something/someone bc scrolling is more worth her time in the moment.

The hearts everywhere are also supposed to kinda represent social media likes + connect her back to Val w/ his heart patterns. That might've been what the hearts in her og design were for but. I just didn't like their placement bc I'm a nitpicker and a hater❕

I have so much more I could say about possible ideas for Velvette because I love evil black girls and I only want them to succeed in my media and I could treat her so much BETTER but I'll refrain bc this is way too long anyway.

Alright for reading/scrolling through all that rambling I offer you the sketches + some alt hair ideas I had

P.S. I'm very open to constructive criticism but if I see anyone just dick riding in my replies or rb's I'm just blocking you on sight ✌🏾

#hazbin hotel #velvette #velvette hazbin hotel #velvette redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #my art #digital art #character design

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tomiyeee · 11 months

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donnie had. SO. much concept art lol. i really enjoyed the whole design process though. his base design is very difficult to work with because of the battleshell, but it gave me a lot of chances to get creative and i'm happy with the results :)

(also as a disclaimer so i don't get asked about this: i don't have motivation to finish raph or the wish art for donnie, so i'm just posting what i've got)

i didn't annotate these as much since there'd be a lot to write, but i'll write out some of my thought processes and go into some detail about his final design below the cut if you're interested! (it's long. i'm talkative 😔)

1st row - first iteration; much more literal 1:1 translation of his design into a fantasy setting. very steampunk-y. ended up completely scrapping it because, simply put, he looked more like an npc than a playable character. obviously, several features did still carry over throughout the design process :3 also wanted to imagine his attack pattern cuz i thought it'd be fun to incorporate his spider arms.

this was actually the first design of any of them i'd come up with! i've definitely learned a lot about genshin's character design style since then and i think it shows 😂

2nd row - playing around with the idea of a floating battleshell (rather than a backpack-like one in the the show & first version), inspired by nahida's cape. also hard light constructs/attachments. was leaning too into the sci-fi and rectangular motifs with the design, but i liked the idea.

3rd/4rth rows - concepts for his final outfit and shell designs (the colored/more-detailed pics are the more finalized ones). took a lot of inspiration from sumeru this time around. it's a lot sharper, shinier, and less rectangular than his og aesthetic, but i think it's more in-line with genshin's design philosophies.

5th row - not entirely sure why i went through all the trouble of making a 3d model for this. i mostly just thought it'd be fun and good for reference. i was right, but i don't know what to do with it now lol. can't be bothered to be a perfectionist about it though, so don't look too closely at it 😭

6th row - incomplete thumbnails of his burst/wish art. not super sold on that "wing" design in particular, but i do like the idea of his shell splitting and deploying hard light weapons/rocket launchers/etc sort of like in canon.

battleshell/misc notes - i'm thinking his battleshell is controlled using the pink sensor on the back of his coat, possibly in combination with his headset. it floats behind him by default and is sturdy enough to protect his back, but he can also freely fly it around like a drone if he wants. the holes on the side are mainly for the spider arms and the banners(?) and handles(?) with the blue/pink gradient are made of hard light and only appear when the shell is in use.

i imagine like in the series, his tech here isn't necessarily very reliant on his vision/powers; much of it he likely made himself long before he received a vision and he just uses his vision to enhance it.

his burst is a barrage of missiles from his shell that lock onto an enemy and deal a large burst of electro damage in an AOE. not sure if i want his skill to be a deployable or some sort of electro-infusion/boost 🤔 maybe something that involves deploying his shell to boost his damage while leaving him vulnerable, like a glass canon? though i'm not sure he'd be that sort of risk-taker... 😅 dunno! his signature weapon would totally be his tech bo though.

that's about all i can think of. thanks for reading!

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #rise genshin au #rottmnt art #my art #mangastudio #3d #art #process

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thebestofoneshots · 11 months

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scents | Sirius Black x Reader

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 4.3 k Warnings: Smut, P in V, angst, clingy!Sirius, so. much. fluff Prompt: Inspired by the sense of smell, this fic tells the story of The Marauders' last New Year's Eve together, and the love shared back at home.

scents is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.

18+ readers only (smut under the cut)

December, 31st 1980

You placed a drop of your perfume over your wrist, you knew how much Sirius liked it when you wore it, but to be fair, the smell made you relish just as much as it made him. You used your fingers to spread some over your chest and neck, placing a little behind your ears as well. Then you grabbed your lipstick from your vanity and started to softly dab on your lips with it.

You were getting ready for the New Year’s party with the Potters, Lily and James had arranged it for everyone. Remus would be there, Peter and Mary and Marlene too.

Baby Harry was turning 5 months, and you were more than excited to see him again, with the war, you couldn’t afford visiting as often as you’d like, especially after you’d all become objectives for openly defying Voldemort and creating the Order of the Phoenix alongside Dumbledore. You all had targets on your back, so you had to be extra careful with your every move, but even then, even with all the pressure on your shoulders, you were eagerly anticipating seeing all your friends together again.

Sirius came out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy shirt and a patterned vest, his long hair framing his clean-shaven face, looking as beautiful as ever. “You look ravishing,” he said as he saw you sitting in front of your mirror, then walking closer to you and leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, but he stopped there, relishing on the scent of your perfume. “And you’re wearing that perfume I like,” he said with a raised eyebrow, “intoxicating.”

He leaned into you and placed a soft kiss on your neck, you playfully and gently pushed him back before he started something neither of you’d be able to stop “We’re not going to arrive on time if you do that, Puppy.”

He pouted and finally stood up straight, “We can always be fashionably late,” he said eccentrically, you gave him a reproaching look and he finally surrendered, allowing you to finish your make-up.

Once you were done, you stood up, straightening your dress, a satin sheet, strategically sewn on the side and back that seamlessly draped over your body, loose and elegant all at the same time. You felt two strong arms hug you from behind, feeling Sirius’ velvet coat brush over your bare back. He leaned in, enjoying how the scent of your perfume had combined with your own by now. “Can’t we just stay here?,” he said as he hugged you even tighter “I want you all for myself.”

You turned to him and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, using your thumb to wipe them after, since some of your lipstick had transferred over. He delighted in the feeling of your thumb brushing over his lips, and you almost went for another kiss when you saw the way his lustfully went back to their place, but you restrained yourself yet again, taking your brain away from Sirius and thinking of baby Harry and how much you wanted to play with him, lathering kisses on his soft checks rather than on Sirius’ lascivious lips.

“We should go,” you told him, resting your hand on his shoulder with a smile. He nodded and the two of you apparated outside of the Potter Household.

Godric Hollow was buzzing with activity when you arrived, children were playing on the snow, the faint scent of snowflakes still ringing in the air. The lights of the Christmas tree flickered joyously from the city square. The scent of gingerbread, cinnamon-spiced hot chocolate, and roasted chestnuts wafted from the cozy cafes and bakeries, in the area. As you walked with Sirius you decided to stop by one of them and purchase some gingerbread cookies for Harry, who you knew absolutely loved playing with the little gingerbread people before munching on them with his very small, barely coming out teeth.

When you both arrived at the door, Sirius knocked, being received by Lily, looking beautiful and bright while wearing a royal blue gown. You gave her a tight hug the moment you saw her, not wanting to let go for a while, Sirius hugged her next.

“Where is my beautiful godson?” You asked after.

“In the living room, we brought his crib out, so he can be comfortable,” Lily responded. And so you rushed inside, with Sirius and Lily trailing behind, the scent of Christmas times enveloped you. The savoury smell of freshly baked goods, such as buttery mince pies and spiced cinnamon cookies, mingled with hints of mulled cider and aromatic pine from the adorned Christmas tree in the corner flled with stunning ornaments Lily had collected through the years. The one you and Sirius had bought for her as a gift a couple of weeks ago was already hanging from one of the the tall tree’s branches.

Harry was indeed there, and you ran towards him, and carried him “Hello, love!” You told him with a smile, “How’ve you been? Did you like all your Christmas presents?” Harry, being 5 months old, obviously did not reply, but he cooed happily as you pattered kisses all over his cheeks.

“Hey James, How are you? –Oh, hey (Y/N), I’m great, long time no see,” James mocked from the bar that connected the kitchen with the living room "I've been demoted to second place by a pint-sized tyrant," he grumbled, his ego bruised after you went to greet Harry before you greeted him “And he can’t even respond to you!”

You laughed and approached him, while still carrying Harry in your arms, giving him a right hug “Sorry James, the cutest boy gets greeting first,” you teased.

He gave you a playfully offended look, as he turned to complain to Lily, but he spotted Sirius and the two of them pretty much ran to each other for a hug.

“Love of my life you’re here!” James exclaimed dramatically.

“Of course I am,” Sirius responded “I wouldn’t dream of depriving myself the opportunity to see you.”

You turned to Lily and whispered with a mischievous grin on your face “Can you believe they chose to date us over each other?”

“Hard to believe, I know,” she replied as the two of them walked together towards the sofa. The doorbell rang again and you walked with Lily to open it, Remus was at the door, carrying a carton box with a cake inside. He grinned when he saw the two and after putting down the cake on the foyer table, pulled both of you into a tight hug. There was another ring of the doorbell while he hugged and both Mary and Marlene appeared on the door. Mary with a bag filled with gifts for everyone, since she had been away on Christmas, and Marlene with a small stuffed, and pretty soft quaffle under her arm, yet another gift for Harry, who grabbed it the instant he saw it and started turning it around in his little hands.

Once the greetings were over, you all walked back into the living room, and while James and Sirius greeted everyone, you went for the packet of gingerbread men you’d bought for Harry and started to play with him on the living room rug, hearing the peaceful crackling fire behind you.

“Starshine,” you heard Sirius whine from behind “Can’t you leave little Harry alone and come pamper me instead?” You turned to him with a hand still placed on Harry’s back, he had his arms opened up for you “I’m sure Marlene’s dying to get to play with him too.”

You raised an eyebrow, Sirius was awfully needy today, and you knew how he could get if you ignored him, even more, needy and whiny, so you turned to Marlene, she nodded and extend her hands for you to pass Harry over to her. You did, and as soon as he was out of your hands, Sirius grabbed for your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You giggled once you were comfortably sitting on him.

Lily came from the kitchen a bit later with a tray filled with sausage rolls and some Yorkshire pudding. You attempted to stand up to help her but Sirius tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer to him “Please don’t go Love.”

You turned to him and grabbed his head in between your arms, pulling him in for a short kiss.

“Uhhh, Get a room!” You heard James say from the side of the couch.

“As if you and Lily were any better,” Remus retorted.

James's eyes flew open, brimming with surprise “Take that back Moony!” he asserted, his accusing finger aimed directly at the werewolf “We’re not like that! Are we love?” He asked turning to Lily, who was gracefully arranging the food on the center table.

She giggled in response, “James when you’re clingy, you’re even worse than Sirius.”

“I’m not that bad…” you heard Sirius grumble from behind, feeling his hot breath on your back.

“In fact,” continued Lily, “When we started dating, you literally wouldn’t let me walk anywhere by myself. And you always had to have some sort of contact with me, be it holding hands, hugging me, wrapping your arms around my shoulders, grabbing my–“

“-OK!” James interrupted “I get it, I get it, I can be very clingy too.”

“But they don’t even know how good you smell,” Sirius mumbled from behind again.

The doorbell rang one last time and James went to get it, coming back with Peter, holding a box filled with cupcakes his mom had prepared. You used your want to levitate one of the sausage rolls towards your hands and gave it a bit, moaning at the flavour and letting your head fall over Sirius’ shoulder, holding the snack towards Sirius’ mouth who ate the rest.

“These are absolutely exquisite,” You said to Lily, who was sitting on an armchair next to Mary.

“James made them, actually,” she responded.

You rose your eyebrows in surprise “Didn’t know he could cook.”

“Hey!” James said shoving you gently with his arm “I’m gonna start counting your strikes.” You shrugged and pulled your tongue out. “That’s it, you’re banned from eating any more sausage rolls.”

“James,” Lily reproached.

“Fine then, not banned but still, Sirius tell your girl to behave.”

Sirius rose his eyebrows towards James “You expect her to listen to me, or what? She’s not a dog!”

“Right, we all know who is the dog in the relationship,” teased Remus, which only earned him a scornful look from Sirius.

“Can we eat?” Asked Peter from his own armchair “I’m kind of starving, Mom didn’t let me have anything from the things she made.”

“We should, shouldn’t we?” James said and stood up, with a swish of his wand a bunch of plates came from the kitchen and started accommodating themselves carefully on the table. “I’ll go get the Roast Beef,” he stood up and turned to his wife “Lily, Love, would you mind helping me with the mashed potatoes?” She nodded and the two of them left for the kitchen.

“Come on,” You nudged Sirius, “Let’s get some food in our stomachs.”

She took one more sniff of you and nodded, loosening his grip and allowing you to stand up. As you walked towards the kitchen Remus approached your boyfriend. Sirius was still staring at you “Mate, I know you love her, but please stop undressing her with your stare, she’s gonna catch a cold.”

“But she’s so pretty Moony!” Sirius whined “I just want to be beside her all the time. I always do, but when she smells so heavenly, like today, it’s like I can’t–“

Remus placed a hand over his shoulder, “Enjoy the dinner mate, you’ll have her all for yourself when you get back home.”

“Right, I really do feel sometimes I’m more dog than man.”

Remus chuckled at that and walked with Sirius to the table. He sat on the chair beside yours, as you poured some champagne over your glasses placing his hand over your leg, to keep some kind of contact between the two.

“Friends, as we bid farewell to another year and welcome the promising embrace of a fresh one, I stand before you tonight with a heart full of gratitude and hope. This particular New Year's Eve holds an extraordinary significance for me, as I find myself in the joyous role of a husband and a father. I had the privilege of marrying the love go my life, Lily, and with her, we created a little bundle of mischief named Harry,” he pointed at them “We did that!” He said with a very excited smile.

“Tonight, as we raise our glasses to toast the arrival of a new year, let us also take a moment to reflect on the power of love and family” he then turned to look at us “Sirius, Remus, Peter, thank you for always being there, for helping us protect our beautiful boy, and the future world he’ll be a part of, Hopefully, a better one. (Y/N), Marlene, Mary, I could not ask for better friends, no–“ he corrected “–I couldn’t have asked for a better family.

“In a time when darkness may try to cast its shadow, we have the power to ignite the flames of hope, compassion, and unity. Life is a fleeting thing, we’ve lost so many friends the past year, let us cherish the simple joys, the laughter shared, and the bonds that deepen with each passing day. So… as we embark on this new year, hand in hand, let us embrace the future with courage, determination, and mischief. Together, we will make it a year filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities!"

Finally, he raised his cup “To all of you, dear friends, I raise my glass and say, Cheers to a new year of joy, love, and endless possibilities!"

You all cheered and chimed your cups together, enjoying the dinner as you chatted. It felt like being back in school, everyone was there, and everyone was happy. Laughter filled the Potter’s house like it hadn’t done in a while, and for a whisper in time, everyone was happy.

When you were done you moved back to the sofa, Sirius walked towards James’ records and sat down, trying to pick one of them to play. You crouched next to him “A day at the races,” you told him, nodding a the black record with the swan and the lions. He raised an eyebrow, you instantly knew he was asking if you were sure and nodded.

He shrugged and fetched it from the shelf, standing up to put it on the record player. Tie your mother down started to play and you smiled with the first sound of the guitar. Sirius walked over to you and offered you his hand, he wanted to dance, you grabbed it and decided to humour him, saying your hips at the rhythm of the song. James and Lily stood up and started to dance as well, Harry has already fallen asleep and was soundly laying in his crib.

Soon Mary stood up and pulled Marlene and Remus into the dance floor, Peter stood up shortly after and everyone was dancing on your improvised dance floor. Then the next song came, Freddie’s voice filling the room along with the background choir. You closed the gap between you and Sirius and placed your hands over his shoulders, and leaned in to whisper the lyrics to him, singing along the recorder “You’ve captured my love, stolen my heart, changed my life.”

Now he whispered into your ears “Every time you make a move, you destroy my mind, And the way you touch, I shiver deep inside and...”

The two of you pulled back and stared at each other with absolute adoration “You take my breath away,” you both murmured. You blushed and leaned back into his neck to hide your blush, so many years together and he still made you blush like a teenager.

“It’s time,” said Lily, taking little Harry from the crib and walking outside with everyone behind them. You heard the first chime from the church’s bell, and you smiled. When the twelfth chime came, you all raised your wands, letting sparks fly up into the sky, they looked like fireworks. James’ had drawn his and Lily’s initials inside a heart. Remus’ exploded in thousands of tiny little sparkles, yours was a star, mirroring Sirius.

“Starshine,” he said looking at the sky with a smile, you pulled his face towards you and finally gave him the kiss you’d been wanting to give him since you saw him come out of the closet.

You stayed at the party for a couple more hours drinking some wine and spending some quality time with your friends. Mary told you about the trip she’d done for Christmas, Remus about his plans to become a teacher one day, and you talked and talked until everyone was happy. At around 3, Harry started to cry and Lily excused herself to go check on him, you took the moment to signal to Sirius, who was still talking with James and Remus that it was time to go home. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and walked outside the house, grabbing his hands before apparating back into your shared apartment.

The moment you stepped inside, Sirius hugged you from behind, burrowing his head in your neck "I’ve been waiting for this moment all night," he mumbled.

"Have you? I thought you were having fun with the love of your life," you teased.

"I wanted to have you all for myself," he responded, his head still borrowed in your neck "and even if James was the love of my life, you would be my life itself."

You blushed, turning around to face him "Sirius, my love, what’s got you so clingy?"

"I want to spend every moment of my life with my best girl," he said placing a kiss on your cheek "I don’t want to be away from you," another kiss "All I want is for moments like this to last forever,” another kiss, he was now in your neck "is it too much to ask the universe to grant?"

You grabbed his head, turning it towards yours, so you could stare into his eyes, the prettiest eyes in the world "It is not my love, what you ask, will be granted," you reassured, and brought your lips together.

It started soft, but Sirius’ hunger got in the way, deepening the kiss. You followed along his lead, Sirius had been dying to have you all night, and you’d been dying to take off his coat the moment he showed up with it. You urgently helped him take his jacket off, discarding it somewhere on the floor and moved to unbutton his vest. He stopped kissing you just to give you a teasing grin "And here I thought I was the only needy one."

You ignored his remark and brought his lips back to yours, soft, lustful lips, you wanted to drown in them. Sirius pulled you from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling a familiar hardness in his pants. Now you stopped the kiss to tease him "but all we’ve done is kiss."

He grabbed your chin, forcing your face to the side to gain access to your neck “I’ve been waiting for this moment since I smelled you putting on your sexy little perfume from the bathroom," he said in between kisses. With you still wrapped around his torso he apparated the two of you back in your room, gently dropping you on the bed. You sat back and helped him unbutton his shirt, and when you did, he pushed you back down on the bed, extending your right arm and kissing your wrist "You know how crazy this perfume makes me for you," he kissed the inside of your forearm now, relishing on the smell of sweat and perfume and you. "And you decided to torture me,” more kisses, each time moving further up you arm, his long hair tickling your skin every time he moved "all." kiss "night," another kiss "long." Finally he moved from your shoulder to your neck, placing wet kisses all over you. "How would you feel I did the same to you?"

"I’m sorry," you said, breath sharp, Sirius’ kisses were something else entirely "I just wanted you to want me tonight."

He chuckled as he placed a few kisses on your chest "Love, I want you every night."

As he kissed you again and again, he placed his hand on one of your thighs, causing the dress to ride up along with his ever-sliding hand, as he continued to kiss, He squeezed and played with your leg until you buckled your hips, a clear signal you wanted more. He grinned, he loved the effect he had on you, as much as you loved the effect you had on him. His bulge only ever growing larger.

"Help me with this love, please," he said as he pushed the dress up your tights and all the way to your stomach, you arched your back and allowed him to handle you around until he managed to completely lift it off of you, discarding it somewhere on the floor near the bed. As the cool air hit your torso you took in a sharp breath, Sirius, on the other hand, was more than enjoying the view, as he got to see how your nipples perked, just for him. With one hand on your waist, and the other one on your breast, he went back to kissing, trailing down all the way to your free nipple and nibbling on it, he was enjoying himself.

You buckled your hips against his again, "Please Sirius!" You pleaded.

He gave you that smirk of his again and finally moved the hand on your breast down again, using it to pull your underwear down and spread your legs lightly, sliding a finger through your slit "fuck!" he whispered as he realized how wet you were "you might actually be just as needy as me."

You wanted to laugh, but he quickly found your clit, and the first touch made you gasp. He grinned and started making circular motions with his finger. "Bloody hell, Sirius!" You said as you buckled your hips towards his hand. He used his other hand to hold your hips down.

"Let me do the work love," he said as he continued playing with your clit. Eventually, he slid one of his fingers inside you and slowly started taking it in and out. "Good girl!" he praised "so ready for me already."

"Come on Puppy, I want you…" you managed to say in between sharp breaths.

"I can smell you do," he responded and took his finger out of you, you quickly brought your arms towards his pants and helped him finally unbutton them. Bringing his trousers down, finally letting his cock free. It was throbbing and you went straight for it, tightening your hand around it and moving it up and down a couple of times, you moved your hand up and used your thumb to play with the nib, "fuck!” He cursed and allowed his head to fall on your shoulder "You’re gonna be the death of me."

You smiled and pulled on his hair lightly to have him look at you instead, flushed and breaking apart for him. Lending upwards to give him a kiss. Still strocking his cock.

"Come on Puppy,” you said, "you’re more than ready."

He nodded and guided his hips towards you, your hand still on his cock to guide him to your slit. And he slowly slid in, waiting for a couple of seconds before he started moving. A tiny little moan left your lips and it only fuelled him even more, he started moving faster. But then he stopped "fuck!"

"What’s wrong Puppy?" You asked, concerned.

"I’m just s- so close, but I- I want you to come first," he stuttered.

You smiled "Don’t worry about me Puppy," you said, softly placing a hand on his head, pulling back some of his hair behind his ears "Do your thing."

He shook his head feverishly, and planted a small kiss on your neck "I want to see you come first." He said as he brought his hand down in between the two of you, playing with your clit as he resumed his thrusts, which had you panting and moaning, you then started bucking your hips towards his. He brought you over the edge with so much ease. You placed your hands on his shoulder to help yourself with the momentum and he relished in the way you dig your nails onto him. There was something so animal with that particular gesture that made him go absolutely deranged.

"Puppy, I think I’m gonna-"

"Go ahead," he told you "come for me Starshine." Your head leaned back, your eyes closed tightly as your orgasm washed over you, the way your walls clenched around him had him push you even further, ridding you all the way out of your high. Even after you were back down he continued, pushing himself in and out of you.

When you got your senses back you brought Sirius down, closer to you and started kissing his neck, right the way he liked it, and after just a few more thrusts, you felt the familiar warmth wash over you. He continued ridding you until he couldn’t and he slowly slid his cock out, Allowing himself fall on top of you, his head on your chest, his weight pushing you into the bed, making you feel giddy with joy, there was nothing like having Sirius cuddle you after making love. You started playing with his hair, and rubbing his back with your free hand, you loved being able to feel his soft skin as you slid your hand up and down "So? Was it worth the wait?"

You felt him smile against your chest "You have to put on that bloody perfume of yours more often," he said placing a soft kiss on your skin.

A/N: this is my first ever smut piece, I probably have no clue what I’m doing, hence I’m making The Five Senses as a way to practice writing smut for my upcoming Wolfstar x Reader series. If you have feedback, please leve it in the comment below.

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rjunswrld · 11 months

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you know you like it.

johnny x thick POC! reader

shibari, oral (receiving), overstimulation, mentions of gagging and saliva (yum)

“don’t move” silence came from your end as your eyes watched him (as if you could) carefully seeing how he reached to fasten the rope behind you keeping your limbs in contact, it was hard to move feeling the rope stick to your skin it was no use, on the other hand, you tried your hardest to swallow as much saliva before it slid out of your mouth onto the ball gag to drip down your chest making such a mess.

"too tight?"

you shook your head 'no' giving you a sly smirk as he pet your head. he gently turned you around to have your rope-covered body facing away from him leaving him to stare at your bare back and bottom; he was drooling at the sight. when you, his innocent and very shy girlfriend approached him wanting to try shibari with him who was he to deny? he sat down watching tons and tons of videos on how to properly do it, using one of the many huge teddy bears he had gifted you in the past to master the patterns and to do it correctly without hurting you.

it took him about 2 weeks to get it right.. he was dedicated to it getting hard at the thought of you being completely helpless and retrained on the bed for him- it was better than he had ever imagined. running his hand down your body feeling both the rope and your soft burning skin following the dips of your body along with the now super prominent curves, so delectable he wanted to devour you.

"you should see yourself right now love.."

he placed you down gently to where you were now laying on your tummy with your ass in view exposing everything to the older who groaned at the sight of your cunt. he placed his large hand over one of your ass cheeks giving it a firm slap making you jolt and whimper; this was gonna be fun.

he repeated the action earning more gasps and whimpers that grew louder the harder he would impact you, leaving a dark red mark behind you trembling with chills coating your skin at the burning numbness covering your lower body.

"beautiful" he enjoyed watching your ass jiggle every time, he enjoyed all the sounds escaping you and seeing you like this gave him just another reason why to enjoy it even more, expect a million 'thank you's' from the male after this is over. he let his hand rest on your sore ass cheek creeping closer and closer to your sopping hole, fluttering as he ran his thumb over your hole to tease. he spread you apart to get a good look at you he adored your pussy with his whole heart, he would find himself between your legs eating you out almost every hour of the day just to get a taste of you, a taste that became a drug to him.

"god love.. i don't know if i can control myself any longer.."

he promised he would drag out the foreplay as long as possible so the both of you could enjoy this new experience longer.. he was trying, honest! but when he saw you approach him in the room dropping your robe leaving your naked exposed body for all to see, handing him the rope, and telling him to get to work.. he was gnawing on his inner cheek trying to keep himself from fucking you like a mad man.

you whined at his words wiggling a little trying to get him to do something with the throbbing pain between your legs. letting himself go he leaned in to connect his mouth with your pussy, you moaned as your mouth was covered with saliva, drooling onto the pillows with your eyes shut to fall into the feeling of johnnys tongue licking at your bud perfectly. you wanted to speak and form words to your lover but due to the ball gag in your mouth, there were restrictions.

he used both of his hands this time to spread your ass cheeks apart to get a better angle for your pussy to eat. you squirmed with no use since you stayed in the same place, he had a tight grip on you keeping you close hearing you let out muffled pleas and calls of his name as he proceeded to stimulate your clit. feeling his thumb making its way inside of you as he greedily had his way with you, holding onto you as if you were a bowling ball grinding down on the bed below him to keep his cock tamed enough to have at least a few orgasms rip through you this way.

replacing his thumb with his index finger instantly pumping in and out of you just how you liked, he was drunk off the taste and sight of you he couldn't think of any better way to spend his friday night honestly. "please cum for me baby wanna taste you.. need to taste you.." he spoke desperately as he added his middle finger into you, curling them at the perfect angle licking you; not missing a single beat of his built up rhythm he had set, he wanted all that you could give him.

"yes baby yes cum for me.."

you trembled with a squeal erupting from you as your orgasm hit you like a truck, clenching and unclenching around his fingers as his tongue licked you feverishly moaning at your juices that dripped down you never coming to a halt as you squirmed and jolted due to the overstimulation kicking in. the way your body had no access to moving away from him or to push him away he smirked hearing those pretty little wails coming from your gagged mouth

"m'sure you can give me more right love?"

tonight was gonna be a long night.

⭐︎

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tsxkkis · 8 months

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# kuroo tetsurou - day off

a/n = a really short one bcs i'm sick rn T-T but it's almost crazy how i haven't written anything for kuroo yet

summary = your husband makes you stay at home because of your sickness.

warnings = using pet names, nothing else.

"not to be that type of person, sweetheart, but i told you so."

your immediate reaction was to roll your eyes at your husband, a faint smile gracing your face as you reached for the mug next to you, taking a sip of the tea kuroo prepared for you.

of course, he was right. the day before the two of you decided to go for a fancy dinner, the black-haired man suggesting a new restaurant that just opened around the corner. and even though he clearly advised you to take a blazer, coat, or anything of that sort, you decided not to listen.

and now you were stuck with a cold, nose stuffed, and a sore throat as you tried your best to convince your husband you were okay.

"tetsurou, i have to go to work today." you mumbled, making your way out of your shared bed. as you sat up, you felt his hands on your arms, his broad figure sitting down next to you. tetsurou wrapped his arms around you, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

"not going anywhere, sweetheart." he whispered against your neck, and you could feel the warm smile plastered to his face. "already called your boss to give you a day off. we're staying home today, and i'll be taking care of you for the whole day."

a sigh left your lips, your body instinctively leaning towards his as he wrapped one of your arms around your waist, his touch making you relax. you felt his thumb drawing different patterns on your back, little hums leaving his lips as he gave you a gentle kiss on the neck.

"do you want me to make you something to eat?" he murmured, shifting his body to face you, eyes meeting yours. "i could make you some hot chocolate, too. something to help with your throat."

you shook your head almost immediately, stopping only for a second as a cough left your lips.

"not now, tetsurou." the boy gave you a questioning look, head tilted to the side as if he was about to ask you for the reason why. "maybe a bit later. i have something else in mind for now."

kuroo smiled, a little huff escaping his lips as he ruffled your hair, hand staying on top of your head. he was still gazing at you, the look on his face soft and full of love, something that was exclusive to you only.

"really? and what is that, sweetheart?" his question echoed through the room, eyes focused on how your smile grew bigger and bigger within a few seconds.

"cuddles."

taglist: @ox1-lovesick @moonswolfie @wyrcan

#tsxkkis #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #nekoma x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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snow-at-twilight · 5 months

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Casual Clothing Refs Boards: Nightcord at 25:00!

With this post, we conclude the casual clothing ref boards series! Kanade's was super fun to put together LOL. Mafuyu actually had a startling lack of art in casual clothes since she's usually in her school uniform, but you know...

And just to reiterate: all of the art in these posts are either from cards or collab/promo art! I created these boards and shared them as a resource for everyone to use! Feel free to reblog/save as reference! I hope they help you in your artistic/writing endeavors!

L/N | MMJ | VBS | WxS | 25-ji

Some notes/personal observations under the cut:

KANADE

What do I even say? LOL

She really does only wear her sweats/tracksuit and shorts.

'Faintly Glowing Elpis' actually has her in a slightly different jacket, but it was from a year ago in PjSk timeline so she's seems to have shifted to a different jacket.

She also has one 'formal' outfit, which she wears in 'Determination Ignited' and 'Opening Ceremony Held in the Classroom' - collared white shirt and grey sweater (oversized?).

She also has a black winter coat she wears when it's snowy/chilly out!

Kanade is peak 'what is comfortable and practical' and doesn't futz around with fashion much.

If you (as a creator/artist/writer) want to put her in something beyond what she usually wears, you can probably chalk it up to Ena or Mizuki taking her clothes shopping.

MAFUYU

again, usually is wearing her school uniform in card art, but from what we get of her casual attire:

Usually is wearing her 2D live outfit.

blue, white, beige, purple colors. Sometimes black top.

Long skirts or pants, plenty of cozy sweaters/cardigans over button-downs/collared shirts.

Something about her attire screams 'nurse' -> Probably the light/muted colors.

Another character who rarely has short sleeves.

ENA

I just want to note she's usually drawing/painting in the long-sleeve print shirt and shorts, but may also wear a hoodie as seen in 'I Want To Capture That Expression'.

Sometimes goes for cardigans.

You can count on her shirts having a collar and some sort of ruffle or soft puff sleeve.

Also has ribbon around her neck or the black choker on her 2D Live.

Skirts enjoyer, you don't really get her in pants.

As for colors, go for white, beige, maybe a black, and also pink!

MIZUKI

They have a lot of different ribbons to tie their hair up in!

Wears their 2D Live outfit a lot, but the outfit you first see in 'A Moment of Jest' with the white shirt and black/pink suspenders + skirt is actually something they seem to wear often as well.

Usually has a ribbon/bow around their collar as well, but it's a lot bigger.

Frilly/ruffled dresses and whatnot, but also wears suspender-style too.

Blue, white, pink, and some black.

I think the only piece of art we actually have of them in some form of pants (aside from their middle school 'What Gave Me Courage' card) is their most recent 'You Gotta Come, Or Else I’ll Be Sad' card.

Reminder that Mizuki will buy and alter clothing if it isn't to their tastes.

You can see their closet in 'A Long-Awaited Notification'. Plaid patterns!!

#pjsk #project sekai #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #nightcord at 25:00 #25 ji nightcord de

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biographydivider · 1 year

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I couldn’t stop thinking about @cupcakeslushie‘s Donnie in his lil black cami in one of the latest comics from their Separated AU, so I wrote a little lighthearted April and Donnie day out in its honour. I would lay down my life for hyper, slowly-learning-he-deserves-to-be-loved Three, and he deserves something fluffy💜

She found him crouched in a corner, behind a rack of coats, rubbing a black satin camisole between his hands and chirruping contentedly to himself.

April shoulda known D wasn’t ready for a trip out.

“Donnie,” she hissed, pushing aside a gigantic, furry, pink monstrosity in order to see her brother better, “what are you doing?!”

“April!” Donnie yelled, beaming. “How pleasant to see you here!”

A woman walking past tutted, saying something about kids these days and no manners. April whipped her head around to glare daggers at her retreating back. D had a volume control problem; so what? Least he wasn’t a passive-agressive bitch about it.

“Donnie. We came in together. Remember? I gotta pick out some jeans and then we’re going to get --”

“Boba. I remember, I remember.” Donnie clicked his fingers at her, nodding so fast April wasn’t sure how he didn’t tweak a muscle. “But look what I found; look look look look.” He inched his way out of the coat rack and was pushing the vest into April’s hand, still passing the material back and forth between his finger and thumb. “Oooh. Soooooft.”

His eyes glittered with delight, and April had to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing; she had to at least try to be a voice of reason, here.

“Get up. You look like a pervert. Sittin’ on the floor with undergarments in y’hands.” She hauled Donnie to his feet, re-adjusting his hood so his green skin wasn’t as visible. “‘Nah, Raphie,’” she muttered sarcastically to herself, “‘Me an’ D’ll be fine on our own for one afternoon, suuuure...’”

“I’m going to buy it,” Donnie was saying, looking down at the puddle of satin in his palms. “I’m going to buy it - with the money Spl...that Papa gave me. And I’ll only use it to clean up my very best paints. Or I’ll make it into a...a pillowcase. Ooh, or even better; I’ll hang it up on the wall in my room! And when I finally - finally! - get my hands on some uranium I’ll use it to create a pattern on the fabric - so when I use my blacklight, it shines! Or...”

“Or,” April interrupted, slinging her arm around Donnie’s neck, “you could wear it. Like you’re supposed to.”

A tiny crease appeared between Donnie’s unnervingly immaculate brows. “Wear it?”

“It’s a cami. To go under your clothes? Or by itself, so you can show off those guns of yours.” April poked her brother in the bicep and was quietly thrilled to hear him laugh under his breath at the joshing. There was a time when Donnie had flinched away from any and all roughhousing; which, as the family slowly and tentatively tried to glue themselves back together, made April sadder that she’d ever mention out loud.

“Papa said no guns in the lair. I asked.” Donnie’s gaze was torn away from the camisole. “And I can’t wear it. Not something this nice. I’d...I’d spoil it. Tear it. Get it dirty.” Suddenly, that manic glitter in her brother’s eyes was clouded by a shimmer of tears. “C-contaminate it.”

Well. If that didn’t just break your heart. It suddenly occured to April exactly why Donnie had hidden himself away with his treasure, without showing her or telling her where he was going. Because he didn’t feel worthy of something as inconsequential as a stupid vest top.

Donnie and April hadn’t exactly got on when he’d first crash-landed in her life. Being used to big, kind, stalwart Raphael hadn’t prepared April for a brother who was spiky, loud and more than a little brittle. But then Three...Donnie...D...had started to relax. A little. And Raph had told her things, like when they’d had a trip to the junkyard together and he’d learned a little more about his brother’s past. No wonder this kid thought he was a walking bio-hazard. And slowly, the loudness had started to look like passion, the spikes like defensive armour. The brittleness like a desperation to be loved. And if there was one thing April could do, it was love.

“Get in there,” she said, shoving Donnie towards a changing booth at the back of the store.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“It’s too bright!”

“I know, changing rooms have bad lighting so you feel like shit an’ buy their stuff to feel prettier.”

“I see -- aghh! My face! My porous face in the mirror!”

“Close your eyes, then, and put your arms up.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“April I refuse to be part of this harshly-lit torture chamber for a moment --”

”Okay fine! Come out. Better? Okay. Arms up. Hoodie off - just for a second, then you can have it back, alright? Then just slip your hands through those holes there, let me just pull that into place annnnd...yep! Open your eyes.”

As Donnie regarded himself in the mirror, April wondered if she’d made a mistake. His body language was...well, it was non-existent. He’d gone stock still, staring blankly at his own torso. Then, both hands came up to flatten the material against his plaston, and a shaky, wobbling smile broke across her brother’s face. It was only when those hands began to flap, fanning the sides of his face, that April could finally breathe.

“I look...resplendent.”

“Dang right you do!” April squeezed his shoulder, snapping off the tag at the nape of his neck. That way, the lady at the counter could scan the barcode without interrupting Donnie’s flow. “I should do this for a living. April O’Neil; Personal Shopper! So - how would you rate your experience with us today, sir? Very satisfied, very very satisfied, extremely satisfied...?”

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #separated au #cupcakeslushie #rise donnie #rise april

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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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Congrats on 1K!!! You are a genius!!

could you please do prompt “don't rush it. the fun will be ruined then” with Rafe and edging, and stopping over and over again?

Thank you baby! So this does have a little degradation (I can’t help it😌) and Rafe calls the reader a dumb fucking slut, whore, kind of insinuates reader is a dumb bitch, orgasm denial, mentions of spit (only like a tiny little mention🤏🏼)

“Sweetheart, all this whining is just pathetic. I know you want to come, but don’t rush it. The fun will be ruined then” he spoke like it was obvious, like you should know better by now. He’s been denying your orgasms for an hour now, bringing you right to the edge and then stopping when you were about to cum. It was torture but you willingly agreed, begged him even. Of course he agreed, pulling out the remote controlled vibrator and sliding it inside you. He was having too much fun with it, setting custom patterns that he knew would push you to the edge in seconds that stopped entirely when you were right there. Putting it on full speed and telling you ‘you better not fucking cum or I promise you, you won’t cum for a month’.

“Hurts” you huffed out with a pout, arms crossing as you glared at him. He let out a scoff, walking over to the chair you were currently sitting in, ankles tied to the legs of the chair so you couldn’t close your legs. You were completely naked, arousal pooling in the chair from how wet you were.

“I don’t fucking care if it hurts. You wanted this, so be a big girl and take it yeah? Be a good whore and do as you’re told” you let out a small whimper at his words, watching him walk back to his chair and spread his legs with his arms crossed, leaning back slightly as he turned the speed up again.

You felt your whole body tense up, eyes rolling back into your head as you tried clamping your legs shut. “Are you really trying to close your legs baby? They’re tied to the chair, dumb fucking slut”

Your hips started grinding into the chair, something you thought was smart at the time but proving Rafe’s point that you were a dumb slut when it only pushed the vibrator further inside you. You could hear him laughing darkly and imagined that stupid smirk on his face as he shakes his head watching you. You were sure you looked pathetic right now, arousal dripping onto the chair, tied up, mascara smudged, hips grinding like crazy, mouth slack as small pearls of drool coat your chin.

“You wanna come baby?” you nod your head yes, almost bouncing onto the chair thinking he’s finally going to let you. He turns up the speed and you silently thank the universe that this is over, that feeling in your stomach growing until…

“Too fucking bad. I’m going to go make dinner, this is going to remain on. If I come back and found out you came without permission or took it out, you’re going to be so fucked baby. Do you understand?” your head was too fuzzy to answer.

“Answer me! Even dumb bitches are capable of answering questions they’re asked. Do. You. Understand?” each word being enunciated loud and clear as he walked up and slapped each cheek.

You nodded your head pathetically, watching as he gave you a soft smile and kissed your lips gently. “Good girl baby. What are you feeling for dinner? I’m thinking something with chicken, yeahh definitely chicken. You’re going to love it baby!” he says, acting like nothing had happened and he wasn’t using and abusing your cunt right now. All you could do was squirm around and let out whimpers, trying your best not to cum until he said.

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dindjarindiaries · 5 months

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Dincember - December 4: Lights

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Lights

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It was the tapping on your shoulder that woke you. Your chest inflated with a deep breath as you opened your eyes, expecting to see the tiny green child who'd only just recently become an official part of your small family. Instead, you saw Din, his brown gaze full of light even in the darkness of the room.

You'd do anything to keep it that way.

"Din?" Your voice was coated in shared exhaustion and disbelief as you yawned. The chrono read an absolutely unspeakable time of the night. "What is it?"

"I have to show you something." The excitement you saw in Din's gaze was reflected in his voice, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was fully armored, as if he'd suited up just for the occasion. You know he must've.

"Right now?"

"It'll be quick." Din kissed your forehead. "I don't want to keep you up for long."

You nodded, stretching before you let Din take your hand to support you as you stood from the bed. You threw on a few more comfortable pieces of clothing before you let Din guide you out of your bedroom. He stopped to grab Grogu, who remained sound asleep in the nook of his father's arm as Din slid on his helmet and walked outside to the N-1. "We can't all fit in here," you reminded him.

"We can squeeze. We're only staying on-world." Din got into the pilot's seat first and let you sit second, sitting half on his lap and half on the actual seat as Grogu slept in. your arms. He started up the ship and set one hand upon the side of your thigh, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "Comfortable?"

"That's one word for it." Your voice was coated in affection as you squeezed his hand back. "Can you even see?"

"Mostly." The canopy hissed closed before Din took the N-1 up into the air, remaining at a slow speed as he cruised towards the town. You blinked away whatever sleepiness you could and waited for Din's cue. "We're almost there."

"Already?"

"I told you we weren't going far." Din slowed down the speed of the starfighter even more, soon pointing to something through the transparisteel. "Look. Do you see that collection of lights?"

You followed his finger and smiled at what you saw. There were a few connected homes draped in beautiful bright lights, some woven together in patterns and others simply a lovely mess. "They're beautiful."

"We used to do this on my homeworld." Din gushed to you like never before, making your chest constrict as you hung on his every word. "At a certain time of the cycle, the whole town would adorn their homes with lights. My mother and father would take me on walks at night to look at them all."

You managed to maneuver yourself enough in the small cockpit to face his helmet, your smile even wider than before. "That sounds wonderful."

"I would do the same with our home," Din went on, "but... our goal is to stay under the radar."

You nodded at him. "Understandable."

Din set his one gloved hand on your thigh once again, his thumb brushing over it as his visor looked towards the lights. "I'm sorry for waking you. I just..." he paused, taking a deep and meaningful breath, "I wanted to continue the tradition with my own family."

You held his helmet and urged it against your forehead. "Thank you." You put as much meaning into the words as you could. "Let's see those lights in person tomorrow."

Din's helmet fully straightened in hardly concealed excitement. "Really?"

You giggled and nodded. "Really."

Din returned your nod. "Okay." He turned the ship around so fast it forced you against his cuirass. "We should go back home and get some rest, then."

You laughed and gave his armored leg a squeeze. "Agreed."

#oh to see din djarin happy like this!!!#dincember 2023 #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #prompts #dindjarindiaries

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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❛❛ Family Fur-ever ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Welcome to your new home, little one. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (Oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: ~1.5k

Notes: This is the other idea ❄️ Anon gave me and omg this one is SO CUTE. I had a lot of fun writing this 💕 I hope you guys aren't tired of Dottore fluff because I'm not :)

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

You sat by the window and stared into the distance as the citizens of Snezhnaya carried on about their day. Your eyes couldn’t help but subconsciously lingered a bit longer on those who were pushing puppy strollers, walking with a little fluff ball on a leash and playing catch at the park. To be able to do all these has always been a dream of yours. Time and time again, you’d imagine what it was like to have those loveable creatures as your companion; a husky specifically.

You wanted to ask Dottore if you could have one. Yet, when you opened your mouth, you couldn’t let any words out as uncertainty stopped you from doing so. Never once have you perceived Dottore as someone who would want critters around. But what if he did? Despite having been with him for a long time; there were still things you didn’t know about him. The dilemma didn’t last for long. Either ask him and get a ‘no’, or miss out on an opportunity to get one.

Making up your mind, you were going to ask him and get the answer. Simple. Just before going into his lab, doubts hit you once more.

It was now or never.

You went in and searched for the familiar silhouette before spotting him hunched over something on his desk. Judging from the pattern of your footsteps, he immediately recognized it was you. Without needing to turn his back, he asked, “Need something, dove?”

‘Alright here we go.’ Giving yourself a mini pep-talk.

“Yea, uh. So I wanted to ask you something,” the end of the sentence getting quieter and quieter as you spoke.

He gave you a hum, signaling you to continue. In return, he only got a few seconds of you breathing. Finally looking up from what he was tinkering with, he was met with you fidgeting with your fingers.

“Dove,” he said softly, “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

His reassurance encouraged you to ease up a bit, and so you continued, “I was going to ask if we could get a… husky.”

You heard him sucked in a breath, prepared for him to say no to your request. However, you could only hear him chuckle and replied, “That’s what all this is about?” You were baffled by his response.

“You got yourself all worked up for nothing, dear.” He stepped aside and on his desk there sat a… dog collar? He continued, “I was planning on giving you one as a Christmas gift. But I suppose it is an early gift now.”

Dottore and you would go for a stroll around the park occasionally, he never failed to catch the longing look on you as a puppy passed by. The way your eyes would brighten up with joy was something he wanted to see again. And it seemed like it was a success when you perked up.

“Are we…?” You looked at him, afraid that saying another word would extinguish that tiny spark of hope in you.

He smiled then called one of his segments over, uttering the words:

“Arrange a meeting at the dog breeding barn for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

You got the news that the puppy would get here tomorrow. So you woke up bright and early to drag Dottore out of bed. He still had things to work on, but taking a day off to go “puppy shopping” (as you phrased it) with you was worth it since he got to see you this bubbly. The moment you entered the store, you were greeted by a variety of choices to choose from; ranging from different colors of dog bowls to funny and odd-looking toys. He only followed you around the store as you browsed.

“Oh. My. Archons. Zandik! Come here and look at this!” You called him over, pointing at a particular item. He got closer to you and looked at what you were pointing at; a mini lab coat.

“The both of you can match! Can we please get it?”

He let out an airy laugh and ruffled your hair.

“You can get whatever you want, dear.”

The both of you soon came back to the palace, carrying a bag full of necessities, treats and toys to spoil your puppy with. Dottore watched as you hummed happily to yourself, while choosing a suitable spot for the dog bed. It was uncharacteristic for him to feel like this, but he couldn’t wait to see your reaction when tomorrow came.

Stirring awake, you felt something moving around on top of you. It made you laugh slightly when something soft was pressed against your face. You opened your eyes and were expecting to see Dottore. Instead, you were met with another pair of blue ones staring back at you, the blanket you covered yourself with was in its mouth as it chewed on it. You were still feeling groggy as you just woke up. But once you registered what it was, you were suddenly wide awake, gasping at the little snowball right in front of you.

“Good morning, dove.” A voice spoke up. You searched for the source of noise and found Dottore leaning against the door frame with his arm crossed.

Your attention went back to the tiny pupper when it moved in your lap, giving you a squeaky bark. You were speechless, you thought you were still dreaming but as you reached your hand out and touched it.

It was real.

The puppy let out a high-pitched bark when it felt your touch.

Dottore smiled in content as he watched the sight before him. A wide, silly grin appeared on your face as you tickled the husky’s belly. Just what he wished to see.

“Got a name for him?” he asked.

You thought for a while and looked at the husky as he jumped off your bed and tried to chew on the carpet.

“How about… Chewy?”

For the first few days of Chewy’s stay here, you followed him closely behind as he explored his new home. Giving him the name – Chewy, was definitely the right choice. He would sink his teeth into anything he could get his paws on. One minute you were looking away, the next thing you knew you heard the yelp of one of Dottore’s segments as he played tug of war with Chewy.

“H-hey! Stop biting my clothes– (Y/n) please help me and calm your dog down!”

“Ah! Sorry!”

You also discovered that Chewy’s favorite place was Dottore’s lab. The floor there was a little bit colder than the other places’, making it a great spot for taking an afternoon nap. With a new addiction to the family, that also meant more shenanigans for you to pull on Dottore as well.

You came by Dottore’s lab as usual, holding Chewy in your hands.

“Hey, Dog-tor…”

“...(Y/n), don’t–”

“Is it paw-sible for me to borrow something from you?”

Aside from the horrible puns he’d hear from you, he pretty much enjoyed Chewy’s presence. Calling him his “trusty assistant.” When Dottore dropped a tube onto the ground and it rolled away, Chewy would go fetch it back for him; earning himself some treats as a reward. Sometimes when Dottore was feeling generous and didn’t want to be seen by anyone as he got soft, he would not so subtly drop something on purpose just so he could have an excuse to give Chewy some treats (you noticed it of course, but decided to leave him be… for now.)

Even Dottore couldn’t help but melt on the spot as the little cutie rubbed against his legs (wouldn’t admit it though no matter how many times you pointed it out.) It was very rare for animals to go up to him and do that. He had an intimidating demeanor, hardly anyone would approach him willingly. And thus creating a close bond between him and Chewy.

Chewy has been staying here for a few weeks now. And for the very first time, Dottore had to take care of Chewy on his own as you had to go out and get something.

He was working on some contraptions when he felt something poking his legs. He looked down and saw Chewy wearing his little lab coat, his paws on Dottore's pants as he wagged his tail. Since this was the first time he was left with Chewy alone, he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted.

“What? Do you want a treat or something?”

Upon hearing the word ‘treat,’ Chewy jumped up and down, wagging his tail faster and letting out a sequence of barks.

“I guess you really want one then.”

Dottore looked around and made sure no one saw him before going to the cupboard where he stored extra treats. He took one with the shape of a bone out and waved it around in his hand.

“Go fetch.”

He threw it to the corner of his lab and Chewy chased after it, chomping it down and swallowing it. He then returned to Dottore, wagging its tail once more.

“You want another? I’m afraid I cannot do that.”

Chewy then sat down and Dottore instantly knew what he was going to do.

“No, Chewy, don’t you dare give me those eyes–”

Let’s just say, Chewy mysteriously gained a few pounds that month…

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore fluff #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x you #fatui #fatui harbinger x reader #fatui harbinger #fatui x reader

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punsmaster69 · 5 months

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13/DEC/20XX

bang.

𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨.

𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜.

𝙘 𝙧 𝙖 𝙘 𝙠.

in the same amount of time it took for me to snap my eyesockets open, undyne had practically flown into the room, standing determinedly above me.

".......mornin' to you too."

"Out!!"

"my bed, my room, my rules-"

but she wasn't having any banter, and lifted me up by the back of my shirt like a mother cat does with a kitten.

barely grabbing my jacket as undyne took me out of the window, i saw a flash of red pass by my doorframe.

(by which the door itself was hardly hanging onto still. )

a loud voice shouting for undyne to be careful with me followed after us.

after a very interesting "walk" (that consisted very little of actually walking, and more of jumping across the tops of things)

i was planted on one side of the yard, undyne on the other. papyrus quickly appeared beside her, landing from who-knows-where.

"Alright, punk!"

"Here's the deal!"

"You're supposed to be using magic."

"made bones."

"Bones aren't much and you KNOW IT."

"good enough."

"Your idea of 'good enough' is so skewed that you got yourself HOSPITALIZED before admitting it was bad!!"

couldn't exactly deny her being right, there, so i kept my mouth shut.

"We gave you the time to handle this on your own. The space to see if for once you could put in a just LITTLE effort, considering it's your LIFE on the line."

"But?!"

producing a familiar rounded bone from her coat, undyne hurled it with more force than i could have ever summoned it with past my head.

"Papyrus says the only effort you've made are these BONES!!"

"You're not even doing anything with them!"

"HE MADE SOME TOWERS."

"yeah, and about three piles."

"You're not even doing anything USEFUL with them!!"

"This bare-bones–"

she cut herself off and shook her head.

"This low-effort, ONE damage dealing, lazy bullshit IS NOT ENOUGH, SANS!!!!"

undyne shot a spear up through the ground. on instinct, i slid to the side to miss the attack.

papyrus startled and said something worriedly to her, but she pressed on.

"You're CLEARLY not doing this on your own, and Papyrus won't push you enough by himself."

the skeleton in question seemed half ready to put a stop to everything right now.

picking up on this, papyrus was then barricaded from doing so with a cage of spears.

"SO THAT'S IT!!!!"

"I'm GOING to make you use magic today, Sans!!"

hoisting herself on a spear, undyne propelled herself across the lawn.

i didn't have enough of a window to get myself out of the way before she turned my soul green.

and so,

the 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 began.

i looked to papyrus, but he'd resigned to (uncomfortably) sitting out for now.

undyne sent slow-approaching spears towards me, and i summoned a few small bones in defense.

trying as i'd done before to step out of the way, i only struggled in place against her green magic.

a similarly slow attack began, so i deployed the same strategy of minimally blocking.

𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠.

shot suddenly from the side, a particularly fast spear caused me to react with a more intense pattern than intended; a wall of bones, which fell down almost as soon as they appeared.

rummaging through my pockets for any non-attacks to do on my turn, i scrounged up a loose ketchup packet.

papyrus immediately sent me a disapproving glare from behind his prison of spears.

deeming fast attacks more effective, undyne sent a barrage of them my way.

at first, i repeated the pattern i'd accidentally summoned before.

quickly tiring of that, i opted for caging 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 in attacks.

"You can't take your turn from a box, Sans."

"yeah?"

i pulled a second condiment packet from my pocket.

frustrated, she assaulted my self-made cage with relentless attacks. when one bone failed, i summoned another in its place.

not sure how long i could keep this up for, i sat in the grass; shrinking the box with me.

claustrophobic, sure, but lessened how high i had to make each one.

again, i ransacked my jacket pockets.

causing me to have to jump for what could be the first time in over ten years, undyne raised spears from below to kick me out of my box.

"Sans, you can't keep doing that forever!!"

"can i keep doing this forever?"

out of condiments, i settled for using a butterscotch candy.

"NYYYAAAGGHHH!!!!"

a singular spear - going fast enough to snap through five bones and catch my jacket shoulder - certainly would have slammed me into the fence if it hadn't taken my coat first.

"...jeez, undyne."

"tryin' to help me or kill me yourself?"

papyrus was standing in the cage now, looking around anxiously.

the pattern repeated:

fast spears, blocking bones.

fast spears, blocking bone.

slow spears,

and a slide to the side to get me out of the way.

something else i haven't done in a long time: run.

with a flip, she landed directly in my path, stopping me short.

"cool flip," i turned her soul blue. "but i'm done here."

sending her into the air, i hauled ass out of there.

it didn't take long at all before i heard her giving chase.

a 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 sounded, and soon a second pair of boots trailed behind.

barely disappearing behind a corner, i knocked into someone immediately.

".........."

"...oh."

"uh. heheh."

"heya, grillbz."

"surprise."

with a tray of spilled drinks in his hands, grillby seemed between emotions.

whatever emotion decided to shove said tray into my hands, i was thankful for.

"not complaining about a reason to stay."

"speakin' of. don't mind if i hang out here for..."

i peered from the back door into the restaurant, checking the clock beside the door.

"couple more hours, do you?"

——

having a short break from dish-duty.

grillby's taking five as well, so we're chilling in the back.

the floor's pretty nice here, y'know.

still sitting on the floor, grillby opened the fridge.

on the door of the fridge was a bottle of ketchup.

he tossed it my way.

opening a cabinet with an ungodly amount of identical bottles to the one he'd just handed me, grillby replaced the one in the fridge.

"even after all this time, huh?"

"....."

"yeah. 'preciate it, even if i'm not around here as often as i used to be."

"........"

"guess i do. hell of a day."

"...?"

"undyne. it's that magic demonstration thing i was talking about yesterday."

"...?"

"when i accidentally blew up your phone with spelling mistakes at three am before getting it out properly?"

"....."

"........"

"sorry."

"to be fair... you didn't have to actually 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 to me."

"...."

"i know you do."

"......"

"that 𝗶𝘀 fair. just because you always respond doesn't mean i can't message you at stupid times."

"that could have been the one time you decided to ignore me, for all i knew."

"...."

"i know."

"but, maybe you should."

"paps is right about me being a terrible influence."

i took a swig from the ketchup bottle.

oh, how i've missed refrigerated ketchup from here.

".........."

"well now i'm finishing the thing right now, just because you said that."

grillby did something as close as he could to a rolling of his eyes dramatically.

he pat my shoulder and rose from the floor beside me.

with his thumb, grillby pointed towards the door that opens back into the restaurant behind the counter.

"alright. i'll be back on duty in a sec too, just gonna write in the journal a bit more. 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 a good opportunity to update it, y'know?"

with a little all-too-familiar head shake resulting from my pun, he was back to work.

——

mid-convo, i ducked under the bar.

the familiar thumps of a certain someone's pair of boots stepped their way into the establishment.

"SANS?"

"SAAANS?"

out of ritual, grillby parked himself next to me inconspicuously.

"........"

"GOOD AFTERNOON TO YOU TOO, GRILLBY."

"HAS SANS COME BY?"

first, the silence of a real moment of consideration.

then, a little extra silence i'm certain grillby did just to make me more anxious.

finally, the silence of his actual response to papyrus.

"...."

"IF YOU SEE HIM, CAN YOU LET HIM KNOW THAT I HAVE HIS JACKET, AND THAT I'D LIKE TO TAKE HIM HOME? IT'S GETTING COLD LATER..."

"....."

effortlessly lifting me up by the collar of my shirt, (twice in the same day, wow) grillby raised me from behind the counter.

"traitorrrr."

"GRILLBY?! YOU WERE HIDING HIM??"

over the counter and to papyrus i was passed.

"not the first time."

"HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS HAPPENED?"

"......."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE EITHER OF YOU!!"

"REALLY, TO THINK THAT YOU'VE BEEN ENABLING HIS BEHAVIOR ALL THIS TIME, GRILLBY..."

whatever he was about to say next was cut off by a look out the window.

then another.

papyrus crawled across a booth to get a closer look.

peering into the glass beside him, it took me a moment to realize what i was supposed to be seeing.

"well hot damn."

"cold damn, more accurately."

"IT'S FINALLY SNOWING!!!!!!"

basically skipping, papyrus tossed my jacket at me and bolted out the door.

——

didn't snow as much as he'd like, but snow's snow.

as for me...

can't say undyne's method completely didn't work.

this little screen thing was even green for a few hours.

yellow again now.

though, i don't feel like death.

i take that back.

i absolutely 𝗱𝗼 feel like death.

but not 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 death.

just...

don't think i wanna move at all for the next week.

...

who's demonstration is tomorrow?

......

i'll.. move a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.

#undertale #sans and papyrus #undyne undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #undyne #grillby #we encroach on the later half of december...#...are you ready? : )#iiii am.

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demonslayedher · 9 months

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Nezuko's Favorite: Konpeitou

It's time for Kimetsu Kitchen, and over-analyzing a tiny lore detail! And by tiny, I mean 1.5cm or smaller.

As already stated in the first fanbook, Tanjiro reminds us the Yuukaku Arc Taisho Secrets that Nezuko's favorite food is humans konpeitou, colorful tiny candies that are made almost entirely out of sugar. They are best known for their signature shape, with a bunch of bumps called "tsuno," that is... horns.

Aha, I see what you did there, Gotouge. So in that light, I'm not going to hold back wherever I see connections to Nezuko. First off, like Nezuko, konpeitou also comes in many fun sizes. Because of how the horns are formed with the candies bumping into each other and dripping onto the biggest protrusions, the candies have fewer and fewer horns as they get bigger.

We'll get into how they are made is a second, but first a brief history. Konpeitou, like castella and tempura, were introduced to Japan in the Sengoku period by the Portuguese missionaries. Warlord Oda Nobunaga was even presented with some earlier versions of this "confeit" that had anise at its core for a refreshing finish. However, after the missionaries were kicked out, they disappeared for a time, until Edo-period townspeople in Nagasaki (with access to trading with the Dutch) developed a pan-fried version, which they named 金平糖 (gold-even-sugar). Konpeitou were a rare treat accessible only the rich and powerful, such has the emperor using it for special occasions, until a new and easier method with rotating frying pans was patented in 1903. This was already 36 years into the Meiji period, and Nezuko would had been a toddler.

The first konpeitou factory opened in 1907 in Osaka, which is when they really took off as a wide-spread treat, including being sent abroad in soldiers' rations. The first ones were not flavored, they were purely made of granular sugar and sugar syrup (a mix of sugar and water, so yay, more sugar!), and they came in four different sizes. However, the first variations came when they made a mix of four basic colors to reflect the seasons: pink for cherry blossoms in spring, green for summer greenery, yellow for the autumn leaves, and white for winter snow.

(The closest example I saw to the colors Nezuko might had had available, don't mind those orange ones.)

Throughout the Taisho period they gradually gave way to more popular sweets like ice cream and chocolates, but when Nezuko was a 12-year-old likely around 1912~1913, these would had been widely available and popular.

So how are they made today? Still mostly in Osaka, there's only about 10 factories in Japan that produce them. But only about 5 in Portugal that do, so no wonder people assume they are a Japanese invention! Although you can still find them as purely sugar-flavored and some cafes likes to use them instead of sugar or sugar cubes, you can find them in a very wide variety of colors and flavors now. Basically, if it can be dissolved into syrup, you can color or flavor konpeitou with it.

Konpeitou starts with granular sugar, turned twice a minute in tilted frying pans that are 180cm across at 75 degress C. Every few minutes it gets coated with a scrap of syrup, which gradually makes the candy grow bigger and bigger. It sounds like a simple process, but it takes a lot of patience and practice to get the precise humidity, temperature, timing, and movement to attain a translucent appearance and smooth texture with a pleasing array of horns.

If there is one character in KnY who is extremely patient and can pour that sort of effort into developing something, it's Nezuko. Konpeitou grow only 1mm per day (so it takes two weeks to make a batch of large konpeitou), but that ongoing, dedicated growth is very auspicious, like... hmm. Like what the asanoha pattern on Nezuko's kimono symbolizes. I've always assumed the vines in Nezuko's demon crest symbolized the same thing.

Alright, now to turn this into a Kimetsu Kitchen blog. If you are in Osaka prefecture, you too can join a very brief konpeitou making class to add the finishing touches to a little batch of mostly-finished konpeitou! You get to choose the flavors and colors, and for extra money, you can even add edible gold flakes or get cute jars to put them in. I got to make two batches, one based on the color and flavor already in the first batch. I was concerned out pink and green might mix, so I went with pink followed by yellow for a nice nod to Zenitsu's efforts in Kimetsu Academy to give her the perfect konpeitou. However, I wound up with a nice shade of peachy orange like her hair, and I'm sure Zenitsu doesn't mind.

I call the flavor "drink bar" because I thought a non-pick flavor like melon would be ironic and I wound up with a mix of melon and cola. It's pretty good.

The base konpeitou was purely sugar flavored and white, but with tiny ladles of syrup with food coloring and flavor added and stirred about ten seconds at a time, the shape also gradually changed as the horns got more pronounced. It really is up to taste how little or how much you want to add, they're very versatile once the basics are formed.

#kimetsu kitchen #kamado nezuko #kny fandom theories and meta #nezuko cchhhhaaAAAAAANNNN

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luna-andra · 2 months

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The Shadows Return | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC Retired AU | Chapter 7: Candlelight

Summary: Ghost spends the night

Author's note: Before I do anything more, a special thank you to @onomatobooyah for mentioning my fic to someone else! When I got the notification that I was tagged in a comment I thought "Oh boy another p*rn bot" and cried for a good 5 minutes when I realized what it was 😭

word count: 4.4k

If this is the first time you're seeing this, Chapter 1 is here. You can find the rest on my masterlist!

Content Warning: slow burn, eventual smut, 18+, fluff, mentions of mental health, mild violence

Ghost stood under the stream of lukewarm water coming from the showerhead above his tilted head. Anymore cold and he might as well stand outside beneath the endless rain. He could hear a staccato cadence of footsteps climbing the stairs while he peeled off his rain-drenched clothes that clung to his skin, followed by the thud of a door closing. He felt confined in a house that provided ample distance and space for the both of them and her furry companion. Still, being able to hear her movements on the second floor made him feel like he was still too close.

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Andra came out of her own shower shivering. She had read that ice-cold shock baths help regulate the nervous system and, in some cases, improve a person’s anxiety levels. Well, she didn’t have a tub of ice to submerge herself in, so a shower on the coldest setting she could handle would have to do.

Still, the crewneck two sizes too big felt too tight against her skin, her sweatpants stuck to her legs and her toes felt numb from the cold. She sat at the edge of her bed for a few minutes while she warmed up and towel dried her hair. The swipe of Sammy’s tongue against Andra’s hand startled her out of her frazzled thoughts, and she gave Sammy a loving rub to the underside of her maw.

“Crap.” Andra realized Ghost’s jacket was leaving a damp spot on her duvet to the right of her. She got up, abandoning the towel on her chaise lounge and decided to take it downstairs to let it dry on the coat rack by the front door.

The stairs creaked with two different patterns of feet as she walked down in a pair of fuzzy, black socks, just in time to catch Ghost walking out of the bathroom.

There’s no way it went unnoticed with how her eyes practically did a pat down like she was airport security. He had more tattoos on his right leg, a sight only possible due to his basketball shorts. His gray PT shirt with the name ‘RILEY’ across his shoulder blades was just as tight on him as the sopping wet shirt he had on beforehand, all accompanied with his trademark skull balaclava.

Say something, for the love of all gods. “Was the water pressure okay?” Andra was ready for lightning to take her out. If a god exists, it’ll strike me down now.

His eyes squinted from a grin. “Solid.” Ghost reached out for the jacket draped over her arm. “I can take that for you.”

Andra looked down at it before handing it over. “I was going to hang it up so it could dry. Oh, did you happen to put your wet clothes in the wash? It’s behind the sliding door in the bathroom.” She was rambling at this point to diffuse the nerves knotting her stomach.

Ghost looked to the darkened bathroom. “No, I’ll go ahead and do that.”

“I’ll warm up some water on the kettle and grab us some food.” Andra walked past him and headed for the kitchen, Sammy in tow. Ghost’s heavy footsteps made his announcement, joining her in the kitchen. “Do you have any dietary restrictions? I have leftover pot roast from yesterday with some white rice.”

“No, I’ll have what you’re havin’.” Ghost opened the refrigerator door. “Is it this container?” He pointed to the big plastic Tupperware container on the second shelf.

Andra glanced over. “Oh yeah, don’t worry about it, you can sit down and give your feet a rest.”

“Let me do something, doll.” Ghost shut the fridge door and started searching cabinets. There he goes again calling her that; a heat simmered in her lower belly from the way he said it. Andra crouched down to the cabinet in front of her and pulled out a pot. “Here, you can reheat it in here.”

The two of them prepared the leftover meal together, working in tandem as Ghost explores the layout of the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and let out a breathy chuckle. “You have every kind of tea imaginable in here.”

“I like having variety.” Andra reaches for the box labeled with the flavor honey vanilla chamomile. “Take your pick.”

With the kettle boiling, Andra retrieves two mugs, plopping her tea bag in one of them with the string hanging off the side. Ghost reaches for the kettle before she can and pours for both of them.

He was close enough for Andra to detect the scent of his bodywash. The kitchen had never felt smaller before.

“Storm’s bad enough out there to cause a power outage.” Ghost broke the palpable silence as he peered out the window above the kitchen sink. There was still a lightning show going on out there.

Andra started pulling out bowls and utensils for the food. “If it does, I have plenty of candles in the hallway closet.” She brought over the servings of pot roast to the little dinette set in the nook beside the kitchen. They sat down together across from one another, the sound of torrential rain waterfalling on the farmhouse overtaking the silence. It was enough to create its own background noise, like a sleep soundtrack Andra sometimes listens to.

At the same time, the two of them stretched out their legs beneath the table, and upon feeling one another, Ghost jolted back in retreat as if she was a bolt of lightning. They exchanged glances, their eyes communicating a non-verbal apology.

Andra shamefully watched Ghost fist the fabric of his balaclava at his neck and bring it up over his mouth, stopping at the tip of his nose. She had caught a glimpse of his face earlier in the day, but now she was taking in the features that have always been hidden from her.

Wholly chiseled jawline, batman… Andra dipped her head in an attempt to focus on the food in front of her, but her eyes flicked back up while he started to dig in. The parts of his face she could see had a five o-clock shadow of stubble ready to grow, will most likely be there by the morning, his chin was dimpled – gods, save her – and a white scar slashed through the right side of his mouth. There was another scar on the side of his left cheek that disappeared underneath the fabric of his mask.

Andra was no better than a Victorian-age man peeping his first ankle. No one’s facial movements and features have been so interesting before until now. She had to memorize what she could see in fear that it would be the first and last time she’d ever see any part of him again.

“Did you learn how to cook on your own?” Ghost asked, seemingly oblivious to Andra’s ogling eyes.

His timbre voice made Andra drop her spoon in her bowl with a clang as she looked away. The first instinct screamed at her to ask about his scars, but she was thankful for the opportunity to veer her thoughts away from anything other than his marble-carved jawline. “My grandmother when she was still alive, and my dad, and whatever recipes I find online.” Her jittery fingers recovered her fork from the bowl. “Do you cook?”

Ghost wipes his mouth with a napkin, muffling a laugh. “Hardly. I cook simple meals just to meet macros and protein intake, so it’s nice tasting something with flavor for once.”

Andra thought of something else as she swallowed her last bite. “You spent a lot of time in the chow hall, I’m assuming, when you were active duty?”

He sat up straight with a head tilt as his gaze focused elsewhere, recalling years and years of memories. “When I first joined the Royal Air Force, yeah. Then I trained to join the SAS boys, and when I was assigned to task forces, we would take turns cooking meals every evening. Soap - Johnny can’t cook for shit,” Andra smiled like she already knew that, “Gaz was the better one out of all of us.”

Her eyebrow twitched at the name; she heard Johnny talk about Gaz before, but it wasn’t coming to her. “Do you keep in touch with anyone else other than Johnny?”

“Yeah, a few of us catch up a few times outta the year when our schedules align.” His relaxed posture had Andra softly smiling. His legs had stretched out once more, accepting the gentle brush against her foot, then her leg.

She was doing something right today, and it was chasing away her own butterflies and the anxiety the storm had initially created. The thunder wasn’t as frequent, but the rain continued to trickle down the nearest window Andra could see.

Sammy was laying right beside Ghost’s chair, resting her empty head on her paws in a peaceful snooze.

The moment the both of them got up to start cleaning up, she got up as well and wagged her tail in hopes that she would be getting scraps. Ghost looked to Andra, mask concealing him once more, and reached out for her bowl. “I’m cleanin’ up.”

Ghost said it like a declaration that she was not going to change, so she bashfully handed her dish over. “Alright, baby, there’s a little bit left for you.” She scraped the bottom of the pot into Sammy’s dog bowl, her tail smacking Andra’s foot with rapid speed as she sat patiently. “Go ahead.”

Sammy helped herself while Andra brought the last dirty dish to the sink where Ghost was scrubbing at the bowls and tea mugs. The evening was still young; Andra racked her mind for an idea of what they should do with the rest of their time before going to sleep.

After cleaning up, they all relocated to the living room. Ghost paced leisurely around the walkways of the room. He was observing the Halloween decorations adorning the walls, the shelves, and the coffee table. “You’re ready for the holiday, I see.”

“Where people decorate for Christmas right at the beginning of November, I decorate for Halloween on August first.” It was Andra’s tradition, one that she never had the pleasure of showing to others since there weren’t opportunities for hosting at her house. “I hit the costume stores as soon as they open every year, and whatever I find is added to my obscene amount of Halloween decorations I have.”

Ghost picked up the skull-shaped amethyst crystal on one of the shelves, weighing it in his palm. “You could take someone out with this, Christ.” Ghost gently placed it back down and walked back to where he left his bag sitting beside the couch. He picked it up and started rummaging through it. “I threw our books in here before running inside.

Andra’s eyes lit up and accepted the book Ghost chose from his warm hands. “I’m glad you did! I wanted to start reading it tonight.” In truth, she couldn’t think of anything better than buddy reading with Ghost. Yeah, her weekend evenings were a riot.

Ghost sat on one end of the couch, Sammy sat beside him and did two twirls before plopping down. Andra took up the opposite side, curling her legs beneath her and placed a torch light she pulled out of a utility drawer from the kitchen in case the lights did happen to go out. She opened the book up to the author’s note page.

Changes were made to the text in order to protect the work of a unit which continues to play a key role in the fight against terrorism.

“Oh shit.” Andra whispered to herself. Ghost picked an anecdotal story. She looked at the front cover once more to see the author’s name to keep it in the forefront of her thoughts while she reads.

Ghost shifted on the couch cushions, making himself comfortable as he held the book in one hand, his thumb splaying the pages apart. The fabric of his mask made it difficult for Andra to get a peek at his expression, but from what she could tell he was settling into the read as much as she was about to.

They read for what felt like a few hours. Andra shifted every now and then to try and find a new position to get comfortable, as all readers do. Ghost was as still as a statue, the only movement from him was the flip of a page every few minutes. Andra tried peering over to see where he was in the story, only catching a glimpse of the page number if she squinted ever so. A furry German Shepherd was keeping her from getting any closer. Sammy even had the audacity to perch her head on Ghost’s thigh.

Girl, if you only knew how lucky you are.

It’s like her canine companion knew her thoughts; her tail started to tickle Andra’s arm with its little flutters.

With Ghost’s free hand, he rubbed Sammy’s coat along her side before resting his arm on the back of the couch, his hand sitting right behind Andra’s head.

She rolled her lips between her teeth and inhaled through her nose. What were the last three paragraphs about? She retained nothing, even though she swore she read the same sentence three times over.

VRRT-VRRT. Andra’s phone vibrated against the wooden top of the coffee table. Her face immediately heated when she saw who the message was from. On a social media messenger no less since anyone overseas could only communicate with her that way.

Isabella: Andrew made bail, we don’t need your help.

Andra couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough. Her eyes traveled to the time in the upper lefthand corner of the screen. “Hey, it’s already eight.” She turned her head to look at Ghost, and Sammy crawled off the couch with a big stretch. “I usually go to bed in the next thirty minutes, want me to set up the pullout couch for you?”

Ghost was about to dog ear the page he left off on, but Andra quickly handed him one of her bookmarks that sat on her coffee table for instances like these. She knew this would come in handy. He slid the bookmark between the pages and set the book on top of hers. “Sure, I’ll move the table aside.”

Andra got up and shuffled to the hallway closet to retrieve the spare pillow and blanket for her guests. She could hear the scuffing movement of the coffee table being moved across the floor. As she was closing the door, Ghost came to retrieve the items in her hands when the lights began to flicker. Then completely went out.

A flash of lightning lit up the entire house for half a second.

The shatter of breaking glass was loud in her ears.

It had both of them dropping to the floor, a hand muffled the scream Andra let out. Sammy barked in a panic, rushing to Andra and Ghost. She breathed heavily from her nose, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. The onset of hyperventilation.

Ghost’s soft shushes got through to her, his hand moved from her mouth and brushed her hair. “Stay here.”

Andra could feel an absence in front of her; Ghost wasn’t there anymore, but Sammy was beside her, licking her to calm both of them down.

She could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled, the rustle of Ghost removing something from his bag. A weapon? A gun? It made the most sense in her mind. Another flash of lightning went off, long enough for her to see Ghost crouched in front of the couch, a pistol in one hand and a torch crossed over in the other. A soldier – no, a warrior - taking stance like he’s never forgotten his days and nights in service.

A wave of security washed over her. She was coming down from the fear and anxiety, her mind beginning to rationalize that she was safe from whatever had happened.

Was there something out there? No, it was just the force of lightning that broke the window, wasn’t it? She was in the safety of her farmhouse, where no one could possibly get to them. The road was obstructed by a fallen tree.

The light of Ghost’s torch startled her. His pistol was pointed downwards to the ground, finger away from the trigger. “A rock broke through your kitchen window.”

A rock? Andra got up onto her feet, the closer she got to Ghost the clearer she could see him. His shirt was a darker shade of gray, as if it got wet. He went outside. Shit… she didn’t even hear his movements, or the door opening.

“How big of a rock are we talking about?” Ghost led her to the kitchen. It had to be pretty fucking big for it to have –

Wholly shit.

It was about as big as half of a brick. The kind of rock that people throw into windows with notes attached to them to let them know they were on someone’s list. Her eyes bugged wide.

“The storm picked that up?” Andra was trying to rationalize it in her head. Or maybe a strike of lighting hit the ground and sent it flying into her window…

Ghost shook his head. “There’s no way. It’s got weight to it.” He stepped around the broken glass and kicked it, sending it sliding across the tiled floor. It hit the wall beside the back door a little harder than she expected.

She let out a nervous scoff. “No one would be crazy enough to be out in this storm just to be pulling pranks, especially all the way out here. Even so, the road’s blocked.”

His silence brought her no reassurance. He started to look for something to patch up the window, the torch sitting on the table facing up to light up the room. He pulled out one of her kitchen trash bags and used a pocketknife to cut down its seams. “That won’t stop someone from getting out here.”

Andra wished he had just stayed quiet instead. “What are you trying to say?” Her heart was racing in her chest, and her fingertips tingled.

“Let’s get this covered first.” Ghost avoided her question and held the cut out bag up to the window. “We need to tape this.”

“Okay.” Andra pulled the roll of duct tape out of the utility drawer and started to unravel piece after piece. Once the makeshift cover was secured over the broken window, Andra started sweeping up the broken glass. It was a miracle none of the shards punctured her socks, still, to play it safe she discarded the pair into the bin with the dustpan of broken glass.

Andra lit a few candles in the living room to give them some light. Ghost sat there with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes reflecting a storm as ravenous as the one outside.

“Why do you think someone threw a rock into my window?” Andra sat on the edge of the coffee table.

He finally looked to her. “That day we went into the woods, I spotted a group’s worth of footprints off the beaten path we were on.”

She waited for him to continue his explanation, but it didn’t stop her from theorizing scenarios.

Ghost’s hands clenched into fists. “And lately, a car with stolen license plates have been driving down the road several times in the past few months.”

Her insides went cold, she was glad she was already sitting down. “Wait, you knew about this for months and now you’ve decided to tell me?”

His eyes softened with guilt. “I had every intention of telling you about the first incident at a later time, I just never got the chance –“

“Because you cut me off.”

The silence was so loud, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. “Yeah.”

Anger and something like betrayal was churning in her chest. It had her gnawing on the inside of her cheeks. She didn’t want to be angry with him, not after she just got him back. Her tongue swiped her lower lip to get rid of the dryness bothering her. “Do you suspect someone is after me? Or you?” She failed to hold back the implicating tone in her voice.

Andra was afraid to look away from Ghost’s stare, afraid that he was going to detect her fear. He was good, and it didn’t surprise her. Ghost straightened himself and rolled his shoulders, giving him an intimidating appearance. “Are you worried that someone might be after you?”

Fuck. Her mouth opened then closed once more before answering. “There were people who had beef with me, but they wouldn’t go out of their way to track me down.”

Andra felt like throwing up. It wasn’t a lie, she wouldn’t lie to Ghost. But what about him? He wasn’t being very forthcoming with her, either. In fact, he evaded her question and turned it back around on her. “I asked if you think someone was after you, and you didn’t answer.”

Now it was his turn to freeze up on her. His shoulders became tense. “I don’t know.”

Her eyebrows went up. “You don’t know?”

“No.”

Andra flinched. Regret glazed his eyes for how bitter that answer came out. Ghost sighed, bowing his head to avoid her wounded gaze. It wasn’t the first time she’s heard him shut down the conversation before, the first time being about his family. There was a wall between them when it came to his past, but his was far thicker and higher than hers.

She had no right pushing him for answers while she concealed her own secrets as well.

“I’ll be gone first thing in the morning.”

Her heart ached. No, not again. He was distancing himself, but this time it was from pre-conceived notions that the both of them had no clue was true. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond. Her words were stuck in her throat. So, she swallowed with a head nod and went upstairs.

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Andra snoozed her alarm twice. Sleep evaded her for majority of the night, and when she thought it finally came, the power came back on around three in the morning. With a disgruntled groan, she turned the lights off and laid in the dark of her room.

Now she was struggling to get out of bed with hardly any rest. She had to get ready; Johnny already sent his usual ‘on the way’ message, so he was going to be met with the obstacle of the fallen tree. She had thrown on a black and white flannel and an unwashed pair of jeans, brushed her teeth and threw her hair up in a tie.

The living room was empty by the time she came downstairs. The foldout couch was put away, the blanket folded neatly with the pillow sitting on top. She checked to see if the makeshift cover on the kitchen window held up through the night, and it did. She made a mental note to herself to call her insurance. Should she make a police report as well? It was probably a good idea to see if there were any signs of a person being out there first.

Ghost stuck to his word and was out of the house first thing.

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Something was off with Andra, Johnny could detect it in the way she forced a smile every time she talked to a customer. It faded once no one was around. She was quiet with him and shook her head with an unsatisfied sound coming from her when she checked her phone.

“You’re off today, lass.” Johnny started. “I figured after the evening you had with company, you would be a wee bit chipper.”

“I guess Ghost didn’t tell you what happened.” She slipped her phone in her back pocket and sat in her foldout chair.

Johnny leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “No.”

She was avoiding his eyes. “The day at Lyme Park was really good. Everything was super nice until a rock went and shattered my window in the kitchen.”

His head tipped up and his eyes shut for a moment. “And he panicked, I’m assuming.”

“Well, we both did.” Andra explained. “It was kind of weird how the power went out and then the rock came through the window. But he texted me just now to let me know he called up someone to go repair it and he foot the bill for me.”

Johnny nodded his head. “Typical Simon.”

Andra rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Now I feel like he’s trying to push me away again because he thinks someone did it rather than some freak accident-“

“Wait, he told you that?” Johnny stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides.

“In so many words, yeah. Then he told me that someone has been through the woods of my property, and there’s been a vehicle with mismatched plates driving down our road.”

Johnny turned away from her and pretended to prep paper bags. “That’s a new one…”

There was a beat of silence before Andra grabbed his arm to turn him back to her. “You knew about the first incident?” Oh shit, she wasn’t happy about that.

He grimaced. “Sorry, lass. He did tell me to keep a lookout when I am there and when I’m with you at the market.”

She threw her hands up in disbelief, this time she gave him her back. “Unbelievable, you men.”

“Simon didn’t want you scared about something that might not be an issue,” Johnny tried to justify. “His PTSD tends to send him into overdrive at things like this.”

“Now there’s been a new incident to add onto the list, though.” Andra started to pack up her stall now that it was noon.

Johnny grabbed the chair in her hand to make her take pause to look at him. “These coincidences aren’t incidents, we have no proof of someone bothering either you or Simon. Don’t let his anxiety get to you, it’s gonna be fine.”

Her sad eyes locked onto him, telling him that she was just as shaken up as Simon probably is. And he wanted to know what has haunted her for her to remain that way.

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And that is the end of Act 1! Thank you to everyone that has stuck around with me so far, and thank you to my new readers that took a chance on my fic as well! I'm going to be taking a brief break from writing to avoid burning myself out again, it won't be as long as the last time. I do intend on posting a filler chapter like I was contemplating, but I do want to give myself some time away from the keyboard and enjoy other things.

I'll be seeing y'all again soon <3

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