need an au of king of the fae bingge and mortal shen yuan. just shen yuan unwittingly wifebeaming bingge without realizing who he is and thinking that thats the end of that handsome stranger he met in the woods only to wake up one day to find that there are faeries outside his house announcing that theyre here to escort him to his new home in the court of their king and he's like "... what king ... what new home ... what the fuck is going on .... why are yall trying to dress me up pretty for this fae king who the fuck is he"
shen yuan being nervous once he finds out that bingge wants him as his wife bc "... should i break it to him that im a man or does he want to find out himself? bc i think he really /should/ know that im, yknow, a man to avoid any disappointment on the wedding night?"
he tells bingge the truth while the king is courting him and, to his shock, bingge's reaction is "... and why should that deter me from taking you as my bride?"
shen yuan being bewildered that bingge stubbornly wants him when he has so many other beauties in the court. "my lord, you're spoiled for choice here! look at all these lovely faerie ladies around you!! don't you think they'd make better, more fitting, partners?" he says, gesturing at them but he turns to find that bingge's eyes are on him, and only him
"the only one i'll ever need is you, my beloved."
also smth unhinged and horny thing that i just wanted to add under the cut but
i think it'd be funny if shen yuan accidentally wifebeams the entire faerie court too and now EVERYONE wants to fuck him also they should have a faerie orgy where shen yuan is the court's hole. he gets his holes stuffed with faerie cream bc thats what he deserves
A little sacrifice for a new friend. Azu's shadow is ever-reaching, and Val wonders if she's all people see when they look at him. Or perhaps they only see what he ought to be.
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Now for something more recent: my Twitter audience knows me as a huge hololive fan, so I made quite a number of Brawl pins for the members of this group and these are for the Gen 0!
However, they're not the only ones to receive these "holopins" and not the first either. The order & datings are as follows:
#24: AZKi (or Azu-mama, as I call her) - Nov 18
#25: Sora - Nov 25
#26: Suisei - Dec 2
#27: Miko - Dec 16
#28: Roboco - today
Gonna upload other sets of holopins later - maybe not this year, but next year for sure!
Catch this Mirabel on my upcoming fic “The Butterfly Effect” on AO3 and Wattpad. Release date isn’t determined yet bc I’m quite busy with school. Just watch out for it!
You can also find the lore for this AU on my profile using the #mirabel’s harem tag.
Speed paint (is that what you call this?) My eyes and fingers gave up on it. 😗🏳️
Azu’s artwork making an appearance! Azu’s artwork as seen on the video (sources):
Hello everyone, I’m Lady Azulina 💙 Just Azu around these parts. I have been thinking about doing an introduction since I started diving into the Writeblr community who knows how long ago—certainly not me. But I wasn’t able to decide where to start. I still don’t know, but I believe that even the smallest attempt can be a great step, so here we go—I mean, I. Here I go.
I really want to make this space something safe for me. For me to vent. For me to share. For me to be me even when I don’t know how to be me. I tried Instagram. I tried Twitter. Now I’m consciously trying Tumblr. Let’s see how this goes.
2-1: My pronouns are she / her. I’m also cis. And as far as I know, I’m hetero, but I haven’t had the opportunity to test my sexuality, so I can’t be totally sure. Why I’m telling all of it? I don’t even know! Don’t mind me.
2: The sun has gone around twenty-four times since I was born. I’m from winter. Like, an-early-Christmas-gift type. By five days only. I was supposed to be born in February, but I think I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday with the rest of the family. So it was Christmas. Sadly.
2+1: I'm legally a Sagittarius, but heartily I don't know where I fit. Sagittarius sun, Capricorn moon, and Aquarius rising.
2x2: I LOVE personality tests. For the majority of my life, I was INFP-T, but the last result says I am ISFP-T. My Enneagram type is a solid 4, a light 9. My color personal test is serulian (#9bb7d4).
2x2+1: I started writing when I was eleven.
2x2+2: I think I have a record of every writing in all these years (goddess, it will be twelve years soon).
2x2+2+1: I’m a love fanatic, even when I don’t wanna be. I’m a hopeless romantic, people. I write romance even without knowing that I’m writing romance. How the heck? I do not understand either.
2x2x2: In the same way, everything with the correct amount of romance can amuse me. And it doesn’t even have to be romantic.
2x2x2+1: I’m also a creature of fiction. Each word that comes out of my fingers is fiction. Be wary, I’m talking here about my writing, I can turn my life into a work of fiction, but it is not! Sadly.
2x2x2+2: On the topic of fiction, excepting a few self-insert (usually coming out in form of micro-stories), all I write and have ever written is absolutely and totally… fiction.
Gezh, believe me, I was also looking for another completely unsuspecting word to get you all there, but I went b l a n k. You all know about it, don’t you?
12-1: I'm a fantasy-setup type of girl. I think I decided that with my very first novel, full of fantasy creatures. Though I haven't been writing there for a while, it's still one of my primary genres. I also like paranormal stuff, not in a very big matter, but its participation is still appreciated.
12: I love mysteries, and I think I’m trying to write one, but I do not try to solve them. My head wouldn’t forgive me if I try to push it so hard. On the same topic, I enjoy detective series.
12+1: I found my hidden love for (writing) action scenes thanks to a specific character. I'm still trying my ways because I don't get to write with her as much as I would like.
12+2: Other than the ones I've already mentioned, I'm pretty bad at identifying genres or tropes, so I won't be doing that. If you recognize any in my writings, please point them out to me! That way I can add them to the tags and so on.
12+2+1: For a while, I was roleplaying in forums, so I think I can say I have fics from Digimon, Pokemon, Sword Art Online, and My Hero Academia. Needless to say, I'm trying to turn all their stories into original ones; I can talk about them whenever.
12+2+2: I always create characters in pairs because I don’t want them to feel lonely like I do, though it doesn’t mean they’re romantic pairs.
12+2+2+1: I’m pretty in love with the blue color, hence my name, its lighter tones especially.
12+2+2+2: My real-real name is also a blue color! I think I’m unbiased from birth.
20-1: I’m a Caribbean Latin lady, my first language is Spanish. I would love the second one to be Sign Language, but I think it really is English.
20: I started studying (in college) Maths, but it didn’t work. I shifted to English, but it’s not working either.
20+1: My alter ego is an editor, proofreader, and writing coach, I can serve as the mediator, and as a way of trying her services as a beta reader.
22: I think it’s already obvious, but my favorite number is 2. The 02, 20, and 22 also work. 12 just because it’s my birthday month, but it also has a 2!
Miko sure is feeling like she’s having a case of dijon mustard...
This is the latest drawing challenge on Twitter. Just draw your OC(s) wearing the Azu school uniform. I made an initial joke post with an older art of Miko and that’s what’s being referenced here.
Click the read-more to see a bonus sketch AND the original piece I was referencing~
Drew Yukina as a bonus because she’s actually the one bespectacled character in Raison to legit have the fogged up glasses look as one of her “simplified/silly” face designs (like Yomi)
And here’s the old art I did of Miko from her initial days when she was more Tomo-like:
sometimes i wonder what happened to the mutuals that either deactivated or stopped posting.
i remember i had a friend on here from the Pokemon RPC named Azure that deactivated like 4/5 years ago and i know they had a twitter but no clue what it was bcs i didn’t use twitter. always wonder what became of them.
actually i wonder about a lot of my old Pokemon RPC friends. Azure, Haley, Azu, so on. it’s been a long time since i’ve seen any of them, lol.
A/N: long time no see lol. i've been writing casually on my casual writing account qermittea on twitter, but otherwise, i havent really written much;; anyway, here's a lil tyt for yuki's birthday. im still not confident writing my faves but i tried :")
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The true indicator of getting older is the inability to stay up late willingly anymore. As soon as 9 PM comes rolling around, Taichi finds himself gravitating to the comfort of snuggling under their duvet sheets.
"Just go to sleep, idiot. Your mouth is so wide when you yawn, flies will start flying in without you noticing," Yuki says, after the nth time Taichi must have done so.
The sewing machine works as usual with its rhythmic sounds and Taichi had purposely gone to the workshop to stay awake, but seems like the familiarity is firing back on him instead.
"I'm okay...." he slurs out.
Yuki stops his project for a second and looks in Taichi's direction, shaking his head.
"You don't have to greet me at midnight, you know? Even I might not be awake then."
"No! We've done this every year! Ten-chan is even coming later with the cake-" Taichi slaps his own mouth in realization.
"Cake? Hey, we won't even be able to finish that." Yuki frowns. Another sign of aging seems to be finding most things too sweet for their liking. Gone are the days where Taichi could tolerate a single bite of a Kame Bun, the epitome of sugar, and now he's down to eating 2 slices of cakes maximum.
The chair creaks as Taichi gets up and walks towards his boyfriend, putting his arms around Yuki's neck and tucking in Yuki's head under his chin while the other sits down at their work table.
"It's fine, Yuki-chan! I'm sure Tomo-chan and Miki-chan are willing to eat the leftovers! Aren't you going to celebrate your birthday at the store?" Taichi wants to rub his face on Yuki's cheeks like he does with Tenma (he's been called a cat over being a dog for times like these) but he doesn't want to go overboard. It had taken time for Yuki to get used to these affectionate touches. He usually only let people hug him during big emotional moments, but through the years, he spoils Tenma and Taichi with a bit of hand-holding and cuddling.
"Yeah, those two would eat anything," he replies, deadpan. But Taichi can tell Yuki says so with fondness.
The doorbell rings. Even after all these years, they are much more comfortable with opening the door to each other than going in with their keys. It’s just not the same to come home to a quiet house.
“Coming!” Taichi yells out.
There are footsteps that follow behind him as he goes to their front door, humming.
Opening the door reveals an all-masked, complete with sunglasses Tenma, carrying a wrapped box in one hand, and a plastic from one of their favorite bakeries in the other.
“Welcome home, Ten-chan!”
“Welcome back, hack.”
“I’m home- hey! At least be nice to your gift-giver!” There’s not bite in Tenma’s words and he simply tips out of his shoes and slides them to the side while Taichi locks the door behind him.
“Gift or not, you’re always going to be a hack.” The tip of Yuki’s mouth twitches.
Tenma glances up at their wall, muttering“’Bout three more hours…”
Yuki leans on the wall, arms crossed. “You guys don’t have to wait up…we’re not getting any younger, especially you two that are older than me.”
“Nonsense! We do this every year! We can watch a movie to stay awake…”
“One of yours?”
“Nah. How about this one?”
“No fair, guys! If we’re watching Mankai videos, not just the Autumn Troupe! We’ll only be watching me!”
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood to see my acting in those days.”
“You were great, Yuki-chan! We’re just all more experienced now.”
“Okay, fine, fine. Here’s a Winter one.”
“How does Azu-nee look the same even after all this time…”
“Magic…maybe he really was a vampire.”
“Stop! No supernatural speculations!”
“Scaredy-cat.”
“Hey! So is Taichi!”
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The hours pass and they are all sat at their couch, heads on top of each other. Tenma is snoring at one end of the couch while Taichi is clutching onto a pillow he had brought from the bedroom. Yuki’s eyes flutter awake to the scene of Tasuku helplessly left alone in his room after the character of Azuma bites him. He stays in that position, slowly stretching out his neck and joints, in a way that doesn’t disturb his sleeping boyfriends beside him.
“Happy birthday,” he whispers to himself, looking up at the ceiling where glow-in-the-dark stickers were plastered onto years ago.
How long have they lived in this house? Old skateboard equipment and yoyos are set beside film and dramas awards on their shelves beside the television. Some walls have cracks and dents from accidents from his two clumsy men. The dining table has some felt dolls as the centerpiece that he had made himself, worn over time, but still washed regularly to stay clean.
When Yuki had taken up the job to make clothes for a theatre at the age of fourteen, he hadn’t imagined it would get him, here, in the most peaceful place there is.
Despite the petty fights, the not-so-petty arguments, the ups and downs of puberty, their twenties, and everything that came after – they’re still together. Albeit, the two who had insisted on staying up are the ones conked out right now.