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drive, for joyce & debbie?
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
one wouldn’t assume that GLOW would wind up in hawkins, indiana of all places, but they had, and at first, debbie, for the life of her, couldn’t wrap her head around why sam would have them wasting time in a small, podunk town with a population of what felt like barely 100 people. sam had given her some bullshit reason—something about hawkins making headlines for it’s strange goings on and how it could get them more publicity if they shot a few matches there—but debbie hadn’t been convinced…at first.
even if she still didn’t really think they’d gain any popularity from performing in this small town, she found most of the residents charming in a way. one resident in particular: joyce byers had caught her attention.
debbie could admit that she didn’t really have any friends—with her last one being a literal homewrecker and life ruiner—but there was something different about joyce. she seemed real and honest and no nonsense and debbie thought the pair could make really good friends—at least for the time she was in town. though she couldn’t quite place her finger on why she preferred not to dwell on their limited time.
“ you ever plan on telling me where exactly you’re taking me ? ” debbie asks, distracting herself from her thoughts, as she turns and her eyes lock onto joyce’s profile. “ y’know, i hate surprises, so— ”
"Morning." (to Mary-Beth from John Marston from this meme)
mary-beth, admittedly, is not much of a drinker—in fact, she tends to enjoy spending most of her nights curled up on her cot, reading one of her romance novels by lantern light until she finally decides to turn in.
last night in particular, she hadn’t remembered drinking that much—a drink or two at most—but, upon waking up, her head throbs and the sun is too bright. she’d sleep in all day if she didn’t think grimshaw would murder her. though, she nearly meets her maker, anyway, as a greeting reaches her ears, startling her.
“ oh—! ” she relaxes upon realizing who it is. “ mornin’, john… what, ah…happened last night ? how much did i have to drink—? ”
🎲 for sir michael and william
21: WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
blood streaks his freckled cheeks and clings to his curls along with the dirt and grime that comes with adventuring day in and day out. he’s exhausted, feeling the drain of the day’s events, and more than eager for a bath and bed. even so, he lingers by will’s tent, having chatter and banter as was typical for them.
a calloused hand reaches out, caresses the back of will’s neck, and pulls him in. mike kisses him, firm, but sweetly, letting it linger a few beats before pulling back to gaze at will through half-lidded eyes, a smile on his lips. he could kiss him again and again, but he’s only just now aware of how musky he must smell, and has a thought that will might catch a whiff and be none too pleased.
“ i should go wash, ” mike concedes, softly, after a moment, letting his hand fall back to his side. “ and i’m sure you’re quite tired after today, so… i’ll let you get some sleep. sweet dreams… ”
🎲 for loutich since we've been talking about them lately lol
31: A kiss to the inner thigh
adrenaline courses through louis’ veins as he wrestles with mitch. he is, of course, no match for his bigger, beefier boyfriend, but their roughhousing is fun and entertaining and makes louis feel things he wasn’t sure he’d feel again after his relationship with erin had fallen through.
mitch has a way of pulling louis out of his shell—allowing him to drop his mask and just be himself—while getting to actually be playful; an actual teenager. though he’d spent the majority of his teenage years lonely and putting on an act—hell, he’d be twenty before he knew it—he’s finally getting to try to make up for lost time.
“ alright, alright ! ” he gasps out through shrieks of giggles, hand reaching out to tap his comforter a few times. “ uncle, uncle ! ”
their bodies are contorted, and louis is stuck. he can feel mitch’s grip on him go slack, though before he can detangle himself, he turns his head and presses a kiss to the inside of mitch’s muscular thigh. his heart flutters and he feels things he never thought possible.
🎃 carve pumpkins together (for nancy from robin!)
nancy wheeler didn’t do messy. she’d never been the type to like to get dirty if she could help it ( especially since her first time in the upside down and her time spent in the shower, scrubbing away at her skin until it was almost raw ), though sometimes she made exceptions. saving the world was a pretty big exception, in fact, but carving pumpkins ? it was the ooey gooey kind of messy that she didn’t particularly care for ( though she didn’t mind getting her hands dirty if it meant something got taken care of, fixed, or done. ) still, the cautious, slight look of contempt is on her face as she scoops out the rest of her pumpkin guts.
“ what are you going to carve into yours ? ” she asks robin, distracting herself from the feeling of pumpkin guts on her hands. “ i was thinking of something classic. can’t go wrong with that, right ? ”
Hello my friend! :)
What about #30, for the kiss prompt, since you are feeling sick?💜 (If you feel like it of course, no pressure!💜)
Thanks, Lucky (: I had a lot of fun with this one <3
#30 a kiss as comfort
It’s dumb and Mu Qing chastises himself for it, but there’s just something about a rainy day that makes him feel unbearably melancholic.
He looks out the living room window and stares at the heavy clouds that loom above. They’re swollen with the promise of more rain, as if the onslaught of it for the past 36 hours wasn’t enough. For now, the city has been graced with at least a few dry moments while the clouds tirelessly debate on when to deliver the next downpour. Waiting and knowing more rain is inevitable just makes Mu Qing feel a bit hopeless.
The world outside is so horribly grey and it casts his and Feng Xin’s apartment in broody little shadows. Ah, and that’s something new. His and Feng Xin’s apartment. Mu Qing and Feng Xin are… together now. They live together. They eat meals together. They sleep in the same bed together (just sleep, because Mu Qing isn’t quite ready for more than that yet.) And, somehow, Mu Qing is okay.
He’s not sure why, but some part of him was convinced that receiving even a sliver of the affection that he’d spent years yearning for would cause him to fall apart. But now he knows firsthand what it’s like to be held and cherished and accepted just for being himself, and he is, surprisingly, still whole. The clouds seem to have finally come to some sort of agreement because the rain begins to fall again, all at once. Mu Qing shivers and watches it come, rubbing his hands together to try to bleed some warmth back into himself. Looking at the sky as it is now always reminds Mu Qing of how truly small he is, in the grand scheme of things, and the weight of it settles over his heart like a cinder block.
He’s sad.
It’s a simple way to put it, but it’s ultimately what it boils down to.
“Hey.”
Feng Xin’s morning voice is quiet and still a bit raspy from the last lingering tendrils of sleep. He leans up against the corner where the living room wall wraps into the hallway leading to their bedroom. Mu Qing glances at him from the corner of his eye, but doesn’t say anything. Feng Xin is looking at him with more fondness than Mu Qing knows what to do with. He turns his attention back to the window and watches the rain as it slicks the tiles of the neighboring roof and accumulates in the gutter that’s packed to the brim with rotting leaves.
Mu Qing doesn’t have to look at Feng Xin to know he’s being watched. He feels those eyes on him, hot like noon on a summer day, and it makes him feel weak.
He hears Feng Xin approach the couch and then he feels the dip of the other man’s weight pressing into the cushion beside him. “You doing okay, Qing-er?” “Mh,” Mu Qing hums, eyes still aimed at the window but not really focusing on anything in particular.
Each raindrop that tinks against the windowpane feels like a pebble being added to a jar in Mu Qing’s soul. He feels like he’s sinking. A familiar arm snakes its way around Mu Qing’s waist and he finds himself being pulled up against Feng Xin, his back pressed to Feng Xin’s front. Feng Xin is still warm from being in bed and something about his presence makes Mu Qing feel soft.
Feng Xin rests his chin on Mu Qing’s shoulder and wraps both his arms firmly around Mu Qing’s waist. He prods that sharp, freckled nose of his at the underside of Mu Qing’s jaw and then back further at the hollow behind his ear.
“I’ve got you, love,” he whispers. And then his lips are pressed against Mu Qing’s temple in a kiss so full of love, Mu Qing isn’t sure how he manages to take it. He feels Feng Xin smile against him, like he’s easy to love, and a knot Mu Qing didn’t even know was there unravels from his stomach.
Mu Qing’s heart melts and melts and melts, sticky sweet like syrup, and he lets himself lean into Feng Xin’s touch like he might even deserve it.
And maybe the rain isn’t so heavy anymore.
for the kiss prompt meme! fengqing and 49? 👀
I took this one a bit literally, hope you don't mind. Thanks for the ask! :) #49 a kiss out of necessity
“What are you saying?”
“Are you deaf, or just stupid?” Mu Qing crosses his arms, jutting that regal chin of his out and up in an arrogant display of self-righteousness.
Feng Xin would say the other martial god is looking down his nose at him, but Mu Qing’s eyes are still fucking closed. He seethes, unobserved, and clenches his fists so hard he’s surprised his gloves are still intact.
“A kiss?” Feng Xin tries to clarify, instead of bashing his head into the nearest wall as he has been so wishfully imagining.
“A man with a history like yours, I assumed you’d know what that meant.” Feng Xin knows Mu Qing would roll his eyes right now if he was able to—but he can’t—he just keeps talking.
“Yes, General. A kiss. A press of the lips. I don’t know.” Mu Qing waves his hand in the air dismissively, his head still held high, but his eyes still as magically closed as when Feng Xin first arrived at his chambers.
“I am not the one who crafted the damned curse. So, yes, a kiss. Or my eyes will stay this way.”
There is an underlying sense of unease to Mu Qing’s tone that Feng Xin is sure only he can pick up on, purely from the fact the two of them have known each other for 800 years.
“And before you ask—yes, I have tried to hold them open. And, yes, I still am unable to see.”
Feng Xin sighs and racks his brain for any other possible solution, but Mu Qing is growing more impatient by the second, if the tapping of his perfectly polished boot is any indication. Feng Xin holds back the groan of frustration that sits so readily at the back of his throat, and tries to bide some more time.
“Is… well, I mean. Is there no one else who could—”
This was, evidently, the wrong thing to say.
Mu Qing’s face is alight with unbridled fury as he whips his whole body in Feng Xin’s direction. His arms shoot down to his sides, and Feng Xin can tell he instinctively reaches for his zhanmadao even though the saber lays discarded on a nearby low table.
“What?” he spits, venomous and clearly defensive. He’s quite agitated now and throws his arms up in the air as he speaks, a habit he has had since his time as a mortal. His face twists and contorts, save for his eyes, which stay almost peacefully closed as he rants, “Is it such a cruel fate to kiss the austere and ruthless General Xuan Zhen that you’d sooner pawn off the task to some other poor, unfortunate—”
“Stop.”
“—soul? What—is it so beneath the mighty General Nan Yang that he’d rather—”
Feng Xin crosses the room in an instant and grips Mu Qing by his shoulders before he can stop himself. He has half a mind to shake him, as if that could knock any sense into him, but he knows better.
“Enough.”
Mu Qing draws in a quick breath through his nose, his face pinched unpleasantly as he stoically faces forward.
“Unhand me.”
Mu Qing’s voice is low, like a threat, but it’s tinged with something else that Feng Xin can’t quite place. Something delicate.
“Fine,” he says, and pushes Mu Qing back a little out of habit before he removes his hands completely.
“But stop speaking such nonsense.” Feng Xin straightens his own robes and clears his throat. “Of course I will help you. You’d be a fool to think I’d allow you to remain this way and leave me to watch over the South on my own.”
Mu Qing sets his jaw, his mouth twisting into a snarl, but he says nothing. His arms are crossed over his chest again and his hands… his hands are shaking.
“Are you nervous?” Feng Xin asks before he has the sense not to.
“No,” Mu Qing snaps, like the notion itself is preposterous.
But Feng Xin sees the way Mu Qing presses the tips of his middle finger and his thumb together, drawing small circles, and he knows he’s caught him. Now that’s an anxious tick he hasn’t seen the other god display in centuries.
“Then why are you trembling, General?”
“I’m not.” Mu Qing says this through gritted teeth, as if this helps his case.
“Ah, but you are.” Feng Xin reaches forward now and, with a featherlight touch, he cradles Mu Qing’s face in his palm. The other god noticeably stiffens, but that near-imperceptible tremor in his hands is still there. Whether because he is stubborn or because his lack of sight limits his range of movement, he does not pull away.
“Remember now, it’s your eyes that are closed. Mine have been open the whole time.”
Mu Qing swallows audibly and Feng Xin tracks the movement down his pale throat until it’s hidden by the top of his collar.
“Mu Qing,” he says quietly and Mu Qing’s mask of indifference instantly crumbles. With where Feng Xin’s hand rests along Mu Qing’s jaw, he’s in prime position to feel the spike he just caused in the other god’s pulse.
“Be still. I’m going to kiss you now.”
Mu Qing’s breath goes ragged and Feng Xin feels the jaw under his palm go taut.
“It’s okay,” Feng Xin breathes, and guides his face slowly closer to his rival’s. He trails his hand down Mu Qing’s jaw to rest at his neck, gently thumbing at the soft skin of his earlobe.
He gives Mu Qing ample time to pull away, to decide he doesn’t want Feng Xin to take his first kiss after all, but Mu Qing surprises him. It seems Feng Xin’s gentle caress has Mu Qing softening, just a little, because there’s something so bashfully pliant about the expression he’s making. Feng Xin can hardly take his eyes off of him. And even though he closes his eyes, he swears that when their lips do finally touch, that Mu Qing leaned forward to meet him there.
The kiss is oh so tender; quiet in a way the two of them never are. It’s brief too, lasting only a few moments, but when they part, there’s a lingering warmth that radiates through them both.
Feng Xin sees the moment Mu Qing opens his eyes and looks at him—sees him—and he realizes his hand is still on Mu Qing’s neck. He lets his eyes rove over the thin jaw, those soft lips, before he pulls back completely and straightens out his sleeves.
“Cured?” Feng Xin asks, even though he knows the answer.
“Cured,” Mu Qing replies quietly.
Feng Xin isn’t sure he’s ever heard Mu Qing speak in such a hushed tone and he finds himself wanting to hear it again.
“I suppose I’ll be on my way then. Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“Right. Good of you to know your place."
As Feng Xin reaches the door, his hand poised to open it, he turns to speak over his shoulder, finding he desperately needs to know the answer to this question.
“Why ask me?”
“Why would I ask anyone else?”
Feng Xin smiles and slips silently out into the corridor.
fengqing kisses fengqing kisses!! 18 or 31 💗💗
Thanks for the ask! I got really silly with this one, but I hope you like it! :) #31 a kiss after a small rejection
Feng Xin gasps, looking so horrified you’d think someone had shot his dog right in front of him.
Mu Qing just rolls his eyes.
“This is what we’re gonna do now?”
Feng Xin pouts—really and truly pouts—and crosses his arms as he turns away from Mu Qing. It’s hard to do, by the way, because there’s not much room in their cramped apartment and they’re sitting literally less than an arm’s distance from each other on their shitty couch.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm.”
Mu Qing groans, the frustration settling down in his toes and making his feet cramp.
“I swear to god—you know I don’t like bugs. I literally wouldn’t love any worm.”
“But!” Feng Xin turns back to Mu Qing, absolutely distraught. “Not even if it was me?”
“No,” Mu Qing says matter-of-factly, staring Feng Xin right in the eye, his face neutral.
Feng Xin is only acting this needy because it’s just the two of them alone in their apartment. He would never pull something like this in front of their friends. It makes Mu Qing’s heart ache with overwhelming fondness, not that he’d let anyone know that. Especially not the sweet sap that’s currently sitting in front of him.
Feng Xin’s pout deepens and he furrows his eyebrows.
“Oh, I see how it is.”
With a hmph, Feng Xin turns his back to Mu Qing completely, his arms crossed and his head tilted very deliberately to conceal his expression.
Mu Qing sighs, staring for a few moments at Feng Xin’s back, before he readjusts himself on the couch and unmutes the TV.
The show they were watching was something Feng Xin picked out (Mu Qing isn’t even sure what it’s about) so he’s confident Feng Xin will come to his senses soon and free himself from his self-imposed banishment.
But a minute passes.
And then five.
And then ten minutes have passed, the current episode has ended, and Feng Xin has still not turned back around.
Mu Qing is starting to feel like maybe he is the banished one in this situation.
“Feng Xin?” he tries, leaning to the side to see if he can get a glimpse of Feng Xin’s face, but the other man expertly avoids him.
Mu Qing frowns and turns the TV off. He angles himself so his body is completely facing Feng Xin’s back.
“A-Xin…” he pleads, trying still to get a look at his boyfriend’s face and still ending up unsuccessful.
Feng Xin seems to cross his arms even tighter, his head held high and remaining as stony as ever.
“Baby,” Mu Qing says softly, still not quite over the embarrassment he feels when using such an intimate nickname.
This gets Feng Xin to turn to him, just slightly. His ear is pointed in Mu Qing’s direction but his eyes, still, are not.
“Hm?”
Mu Qing usually isn’t one to initiate physical touch, so it’s with an unpracticed hand that he gently reaches out to touch Feng Xin’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
Mu Qing waits for a moment that feels like it lasts a lifetime, until Feng Xin finally looks all the way back at him. He’s got a twinkle in his eye that captivates Mu Qing like nothing else.
“You’re sorry?” Feng Xin says slowly, like maybe he misheard Mu Qing. Mu Qing just nods and holds Feng Xin’s eye contact, determined to keep it now that he has it again.
“Yes. I’m sorry, baby.”
His face is hot from using the nickname again (twice! in one night! That’s gotta be a record.)
Feng Xin looks him up and down and cocks an eyebrow. Mu Qing sees his lips twitch, surely holding back a smirk, and wonders what exactly he’s gotten himself into.
“Prove it.”
Mu Qing can’t help but give Feng Xin a pleading look, but Feng Xin is dead serious and is not backing down. The smirk he was holding back has now unfurled in full force. The two of them really are perfect for each other, evenly matched in almost every aspect of life, but this is especially true when it comes to their stubbornness.
Mu Qing sighs heavily, knowing better than to fight a fight he knows he’s going to lose.
“Regular price? Or is my crime so egregious that I owe extra?”
“Oh, you definitely owe extra.” Mu Qing sighs and closes his eyes. Yeah, he should have seen that one coming.
With his pride still wounded and bleeding, Mu Qing leans back against the arm of the couch and looks Feng Xin in the eye as he holds his arms open.
Grinning from ear to ear, Feng Xin happily obliges, damn near suffocating Mu Qing as he lays his entire body weight on top of him. Mu Qing groans, but he enjoys this much more than he lets on. He wraps an arm around Feng Xin and gently holds his face with his free hand. He pets Feng Xin’s hair in smooth, sweeping motions and can’t help but smile back at the gorgeous man who beams up at him.
Mu Qing takes a deep breath to steel himself and then finally gives in.
“Alright, start counting.”
He can feel Feng Xin’s laughter just as much as he can hear it and he feels dizzy with love for him.
He presses the first kiss, light and gentle, right in the middle of Feng Xin’s forehead. The next kisses belong to Feng Xin’s freckled cheeks, and then his long, straight nose. Slowly—lovingly—Mu Qing peppers kiss after kiss all over every inch of that handsome face until both men are giggling, smiling messes and neither of them can remember where they left off counting.
Hello! Could I request number 21 for the Kiss prompt for Fengqing? Would it be possible to have Feng Xin as having the insecurity simply bc you see a lot of Mu Qing having insecurities and such but a bit less so of FX?
Much love and thanks ^_^
Thanks for the ask! I took a while to think on this one and decided to combine it with another prompt that was requested of me, hope you don’t mind! :) #20 a kiss on a place of insecurity/ #21 a kiss on a scar Content Warning: implied s*xual content ; trans male character
Mu Qing just barely ghosts the tips of his fingers along Feng Xin’s sides, the touch bordering on ticklish but not quite arriving there because that warm, honey-gold skin is still hidden underneath Feng Xin’s t-shirt. The two of them have been laughing and tumbling in bed for quite some time now—nuzzling, kissing, touching—and Mu Qing is down to just his pants and boxers, but Feng Xin is still fully clothed.
As Mu Qing’s hands reach the bottom of the shirt, he dips his fingers just below the hem, not quite grabbing the fabric but clearly stating his intentions. The atmosphere between them has grown serious and, as the two men lock eyes, Mu Qing sees the moment Feng Xin’s face falls.
“Hey,” Mu Qing says, low and gentle, trying to soothe a worry that’s quickly taking root in Feng Xin’s mind. Ah, but he can see it in the other man’s eyes. He’s spiraling.
“A-Xin, it’s alright.”
Mu Qing pulls his fingers back and presses his palms flat onto Feng Xin’s lower stomach, already rubbing circles with his thumbs in an attempt to keep him grounded.
“You know it can stay on if you want it to. It’s okay—really.”
Feng Xin is biting at his lip, contemplation tugging his thick brows down into a furrow. He’s still holding Mu Qing’s eye contact but something tense swims behind his gaze and Mu Qing can tell he’s more in his brain than in the moment.
“I’m sorry, A-Qing,” and then Feng Xin’s pretty amber eyes fall dejectedly to the bed, his head tilting with them as his shoulders slump. Mu Qing’s heart could break right there in his chest.
“Hey, c’mon now. None of that.” Mu Qing reaches a palm out to Feng Xin’s cheek, gently cupping his jaw and raising him back up to meet his eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Mu Qing waits patiently for Feng Xin to agree before he continues. That small nod comes slowly and Mu Qing can tell Feng Xin doesn’t completely believe him.
“Do you want to stop, or do you want to keep going? Like I said, you can keep it on if that’s what you need, A-Xin.”
Feng Xin, the good listener he is, takes his time to think about his answer. Mu Qing watches that pink tongue dart out to lick those soft, plump lips and it takes all his willpower to not surge forward and kiss Feng Xin right there and then. His stomach swirls with want and he presses his hands a bit more firmly against Feng Xin’s stomach to calm down
“I want to keep going,” Feng Xin decides, his eyes flickering brighter with some newfound determination.
“On or off, love?” Mu Qing presses, wanting to have the clarification before they go any further.
“Off.”
Mu Qing raises an eyebrow.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Now he raises both eyebrows, fixing Feng Xin with a steady, serious look.
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, I promise,” and Feng Xin is so earnest it could make Mu Qing swoon if he wasn’t so ridiculously turned on.
“Okay. Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?”
“Always."
God, this man doesn’t know the sheer power he holds over Mu Qing.
Then Feng Xin smiles, his one dimple carving itself into the pretty mess of freckles on his cheek, and Mu Qing realizes that, oh, Feng Xin definitely knows.
Mu Qing leans forward, unable to resist the pull of those eyes any longer, and presses his lips to Feng Xin’s.
Feng Xin is still smiling as Mu Qing deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to rest at the back of Mu Qing’s neck as he eagerly tilts his head. With one hand steadying himself against the bed, Mu Qing brings his other hand back to the hem of Feng Xin’s shirt and tugs. He hungrily swallows the gasp his gesture pulls from Feng Xin’s lips and repeats the action.
Feng Xin parts his legs wider to accommodate Mu Qing’s body and the heady swirl of arousal seeps into the space between them.
Feng Xin licks wetly against Mu Qing’s lips, the messy thing he is, and it makes Mu Qing laugh. He presses a sweet peck to the corner of Feng Xin’s mouth and pulls back, feeling a bit smug as he sees Feng Xin’s closed eyes and parted lips careen forward in an attempt to chase him. When those pretty eyes finally open, dark and wanting, Mu Qing tugs again on the shirt, silently asking for permission.
Feng Xin’s breath is ragged, his voice already sounding wrecked as he stares up at Mu Qing.
“Do it.”
Like a bandaid, Mu Qing rips Feng Xin’s shirt up over his head in one quick motion. He tosses it nearby on the chance Feng Xin changes his mind and needs it back on, but doesn’t give Feng Xin time to even think about being self conscious before he’s kissing him again, slow and sweet.
Mu Qing murmurs against Feng Xin’s lips, “You are so beautiful.”
He places his hand firmly on Feng Xin’s side, kneading the skin in patient, grounding presses of his fingertips, and starts to trail kisses down his jaw. Mu Qing lets his lips map out each freckled constellation, not in any sort of rush, as he eases Feng Xin into the moment and further into the mattress.
He feels the hammering of Feng Xin’s pulse under his lips as he kisses the underside of the other man’s jaw and he can’t help but nip at the skin there. He whispers praise against Feng Xin’s burning skin, his voice rough with a kind of need only Feng Xin can bring out in him
“My gorgeous,”
He kisses down Feng Xin’s neck, licking at the dip of his collarbone.
“Precious,”
His next kiss is pressed right at the start of Feng Xin’s left pec, the heart that lays underneath beating faster and faster.
“Handsome Feng Xin.”
Feng Xin’s top surgery scars meet in a little dip right above his breastbone; a warm, purpley-brown tone much like the color of the sweet skin between his legs. Mu Qing presses his last kiss right to this spot, soft and lingering and worshipful. Feng Xin whimpers at the touch, his face twisted as he fists his hands in the sheets. He always needs this moment of discomfort before it breaks into acceptance and he lets himself breathe and be adored in the way he deserves.
Mu Qing listens for that quiet sigh before he peeks up at Feng Xin’s face. He finds his eyes closed, those dark lashes splayed across the tops of his cheeks, and a small smile on his lips. He presses one more kiss to this spot and watches the smile grow, his own heart expanding with it, and thinks, truthfully, that there is nowhere else he’d rather be.
“I love you, Feng Xin.”
“I love you, too. So, so much."
And Mu Qing shows Feng Xin just how deep that love runs.
Pls send me an ask with one of these prompts and either hualian/fengqing - I need to write some drabbles this evening
gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit
breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event
stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray
melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs
acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers
redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them
home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck
finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm
classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary
honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes
recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body
anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself
repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere
subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing
intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair
domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding
second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind
casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer
wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism
care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them
excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away
courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something
simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion
>:3c for the drabble prompts! courting for fengqing <3
Thank you for the ask! Idk how to write anything short so here's this: 1.7k Words Canonverse Soft and sweet <3 And now on ao3!
The two martial gods of the south descended to the mortal realm late this morning and made their way to the bustling village of Qinyuan that lies squarely along the border of their territories. They descended—of course—to gauge the well-being of their followers by attending a festival celebrating the end of the harvest season.
It's imperative to keep a close watch on such matters, as two gods as experienced as Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen are sure to know. But it's especially important now considering that, in recent months, there has been a shift in the interactions between their followers—a truce of sorts.
As it always has, the relationship between their followers seems to very closely resemble the relationship between the gods themselves—and nowadays, their relationship is more amicable than ever.
Things have improved so much that, at Mu Qing's last count, there are now eight temples that have been erected and dedicated to both generals simultaneously.
And, perhaps, this truce amongst their followers may have coincided with the beginning of general Nan Yang and general Xuan Zhen's... courtship… but who's to say? Regardless, neither god will admit whether either of them had a hand in the whole dual temple business.
It's just a simple observation that every single one of the new statues depicting the gods within these temples are immaculately detailed—down to every last beauty mark on general Xuan Zhen's face and every smile line accentuating general Nan Yang's eyes. But that's neither here nor there.
At this point, the harvest festival must have ended a sichen ago, but the two gods still find themselves in the mortal realm as the purple dusk of evening creeps along the edge of the horizon. A cool breeze sweeps in from across the swaying waters of the nearby lake and brings a light, rosy color to Mu Qing's cheeks.
They are in their Fu Yao and Nan Feng forms tonight—their preferred disguises when visiting the mortal realm—and they walk very closely together, their arms nearly touching as they follow the dirt path that leads away from the village. Mu Qing fills the silence of the night with a quiet recounting of a recent upper court meeting Feng Xin was absent for and Feng Xin dutifully listens, munching on the last of his tanghulu.
They have made many trips such as this one—attending festivals like they've done today, or perusing night markets for unique wares, or simply patroning popular tea houses and restaurants—all on the pretense of 'official heavenly business'.
Ah, but they both know that the time they've been spending together is so much more than just that.
Outings, one could call them.
Romantic ones.
Mu Qing walks with his arms tucked politely within his sleeves and expertly hides the shiver that runs through him as Feng Xin leads them off the path and towards the rocky shore. They step carefully down the gentle incline leading to the beach and their boots begin to sink a little more heavily into the softness of the sand.
While in these forms, Feng Xin is a bit taller and broader than Mu Qing and Mu Qing feels these differences viscerally.
A warm, large palm hovers there at the small of his back as they continue to walk and Mu Qing is suddenly quite thankful for the chilly evening as it's an easy excuse to explain away his flushed cheeks.
Feng Xin slows their pace as they approach an especially rocky section of beach. That large palm finally presses lightly along Mu Qing's lower back and the other hand is offered out to Mu Qing in a clear attempt to steady him. The gesture stokes a fire in Mu Qing's middle—flames curling along his belly and through his chest—molten heat licking its way along his neck until it settles atop his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and steadies himself, rolling his eyes even as he turns his burning face away from Feng Xin's view.
"I'm no fragile maiden," he says bitterly, swatting at Feng Xin's offered hand until the other man pulls it back with a sigh. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of walking along some rocks without your assistance."
"I know that, Mu Qing."
"And yet you offered your hand anyway," Mu Qing retorts, huffing as if he's annoyed.
In reality he's having, yet another, inner battle with himself about why he has to be so exceedingly obstinate. They have been courting each other for several months now and yet, Mu Qing is still unable to accept a kindness when it is offered to him. Heaven knows it's frustrating for Mu Qing, so he can only imagine how frustrating it must be for Feng Xin. Frustrating enough that Mu Qing is certain their courtship is on the precipice of ruin—if only he could just—
"You're not a burden."
Mu Qing whips his face back in Feng Xin's direction, his eyes narrowed and his brows pinched as he looks up at the other man. Feng Xin stares down at him with a warm smile, expression completely earnest in only the way Feng Xin seems capable of. It makes Mu Qing melt even further and he quickly looks away, speeding up his pace just slightly as they continue to approach the outcropping of rocks lining a good stretch of the shore.
"Of course not," he mutters, earning a soft laugh from Feng Xin who trails close behind him. Where does the man get off saying such a thing? The absolute nerve—
"And you're not delicate."
"Obviously."
"You could pummel my ass into the ground right this moment if you chose to." Feng Xin easily catches up with Mu Qing, their steps quickly falling into rhythm with one another. "And with your fast reflexes, I'd be unable to do much else than simply accept my fate. We both know that, Mu Qing."
Mu Qing is loath to agree with Feng Xin in his current state, but he can't deny the truth so he nods as they shuffle their way along the increasingly uneven beach.
"I admire your fierceness—your tenacity—it's one of the things that first drew me to you back in Xianle."
Mu Qing scoffs, side-stepping around a grouping of rocks that have formed a small crater where a large puddle of rain water has pooled. They have just reached the large, flat-topped boulder they've been trying to get to when Feng Xin's hand gently circles Mu Qing's wrist and prevents him from climbing up onto it.
Mu Qing turns with every intention of arguing, but looking up into those warm, honeyed eyes has him quieting in an instant. That smile—overflowing with loving warmth and devotion—should never be aimed at the likes of Mu Qing. His heart pounds in his chest, rattling incessantly in his ears, and despite his trepidation, he finds he can't possibly tear himself away from Feng Xin again.
The fingers encircling his wrist loosen just enough to ghost over his palm and then his hand is being engulfed in both of Feng Xin's own large ones. He is squeezed firmly as if to remind him he is present in this moment and, unthinkingly, he tries to squeeze back. When Feng Xin speaks again, his voice is lower—hushed like the wind as it coaxes the gentle waves of the lake against the shore.
"The soft and quiet personal attendant of the crown prince out in the training yard after dark, practicing his sword forms with a broom… what a sight he was." Feng Xin laughs fondly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Mu Qing's face goes red in an instant. Well, there goes his ability to save any face; how humiliating.
"All that fire hidden away behind this elegant" Feng Xin leans forward, letting go of Mu Qing's hand so he can brush the backs of his fingers along his cheek instead, "and—frankly—criminally beautiful face." Mu Qing swallows as Feng Xin delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I was smitten from the very start—I was just fucking stupid about it for several centuries."
They've already talked about such things when Feng Xin originally asked to court Mu Qing all those months ago, so Mu Qing can't possibly understand why such an embarrassing topic needs to brought up yet again—
"So, yes," Feng Xin says decidedly, leading his hand to its rightful place at the small of Mu Qing's back—and Mu Qing lets him—"you are more than capable of walking along a rocky beach all on your own." Mu Qing takes a breath, feeling small and vulnerable in a way that makes him want to run, but he plants his feet firmly in the wet sand and keeps his face tilted up towards the beautiful southern sun.
"But you don't have to. I'm here now."
A sharp breath in through his nose—a shaky exhale puffed out between barely parted lips—Mu Qing is shivering and he can't stop. Feng Xin presses close, offering his other hand to Mu Qing as he grounds the man with a firm touch along his back.
"I offer to help because I care for you, I admire you, and I respect you, Mu Qing—and that's all." Feng Xin's smile widens as Mu Qing tentatively places his shaking hand onto Feng Xin's offered palm.
"No hidden agendas," Feng Xin whispers, giving Mu Qing's hand a reaffirming squeeze as he guides him up onto the rock. "No belief that you're less-than or undeserving. It's just out of love for you—plain and simple."
Mu Qing settles onto his bottom, scooting back a bit further onto the rock as he stares down at his one and only god—his friend—his Feng Xin. He wills his heart to calm, though he knows it's an impossible task, and stretches his hand out to Feng Xin before he can think better of it.
Feng Xin looks at the offered hand and then back up to Mu Qing's face, something tender and reverent shining in his eyes, and takes Mu Qing's hand without question.
"Plain and simple," Mu Qing repeats, pulling Feng Xin up onto the rock with him and finding he doesn't mind the way their hands stay linked even after Feng Xin has settled.
They spend the rest of the evening watching the sky change colors in the reflection of the lake—gentle kisses and soft breaths exchanged between them like a vow—and don't return to heaven until dawn.
° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART II.
possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.
SEASON FOUR :
❛ You lost, friend? ❜ ❛ Forgive me for staring… ❜ ❛ May I tell you a secret? ❜ ❛ I’m here to welcome you to the capital… ❜ ❛ How did that come to pass? ❜ ❛ You don’t partake? ❜ ❛ I was invited to the royal wedding. ❜ ❛ I thought we were speaking truth. ❜ ❛ The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. ❜ ❛ I’ve heard rumors. ❜ ❛ I wasn’t there. I don’t know what happened– ❜ ❛ You must not have been very good at your job. ❜ ❛ Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go? ❜ ❛ You know what? You should come with us. ❜ ❛ You got money to pay for it? ❜ ❛ You don’t seem to understand the situation. ❜ ❛ I place far too much trust in you. ❜ ❛ You murdered them and displayed their corpses. ❜ ❛ You ready for a hunt? ❜ ❛ Though you’re not the champion yet, are you? ❜ ❛ I’m sure they have a spare costume. ❜ ❛ I would like to keep what remains of my face. ❜ ❛ This one is clearly mad with lust. ❜ ❛ What good is an empty cup? Fill it. ❜ ❛ If you want to live, we have to leave. ❜ ❛ I’m not trying to trick you. ❜ ❛ They’ll be following you, now. ❜ ❛ Are you going to accept their offer? ❜ ❛ I will not have you dying on my behalf! ❜ ❛ You got to do all seven of the fuckers? ❜ ❛ Call that a fight? ❜ ❛ It means something to me. ❜ ❛ They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time. ❜ ❛ There's got to be a way to protect them. ❜ ❛ Your hatred for my family is…rather well known. ❜ ❛ You think we conspired together? ❜ ❛ But you want something in return. ❜ ❛ That must be hard for you to admit. ❜ ❛ I will not disappoint you. ❜ ❛ I will not gamble with your life. ❜ ❛ I bring your enemies what they deserve. ❜ ❛ You want to live the rest of your life in chains? ❜ ❛ What do you think they’ll do to us? ❜ ❛ We have no training, no weapons. ❜ ❛ If you want it, you must take it. ❜ ❛ I will answer injustice with justice. ❜
SEASON FIVE :
❛ Trial? I have confessed. ❜ ❛ My point is, we don’t choose whom we love. ❜ ❛ What I’m trying and failing to say… ❜ ❛ I know what you’re trying to say. ❜ ❛ I think a part of me always knew and I’m glad. ❜ ❛ Do you have any last words? ❜ ❛ Perhaps, even you are innocent of that. ❜ ❛ I can not disobey my king’s command. ❜ ❛ I’m not going to kill you. ❜ ❛ You’re going to advise me. ❜ ❛ I’m not going to be banished… ❜ ❛ We’re all the same to them, meat for their army. ❜ ❛ Why should I spend my time listening to you? ❜ ❛ I will have a very large army and very large dragons. ❜ ❛ What will we find when we strip away your finery? ❜ ❛ Let go of vanity, pride, sin. ❜ ❛ Lies come easily to you, everyone knows that. ❜ ❛ I just need a moment of your time. ❜ ❛ How many centuries before we learn how to build cities like this again? ❜ ❛ This is my home. And you can’t frighten me. ❜ ❛ It takes courage to admit fear, and to admit a mistake. ❜ ❛ I came here to you that I was wrong. ❜ ❛ This isn’t a strange place, this is my home. ❜ ❛ You’re going the wrong way. ❜ ❛ What a waste of a good kidnapping. ❜ ❛ So happens, I was heading there myself. ❜ ❛ The dead don’t need lovers, only the living. ❜ ❛ Don’t you want to chase the rats out of it? ❜ ❛ My place is here. ❜ ❛ I’m giving you a chance to avenge your family. ❜ ❛ I wish I could fight beside you. ❜ ❛ I can imagine no higher praise. ❜ ❛ I won’t try and dissuade you. ❜ ❛ I’m sorry I’m always snapping at you. ❜ ❛ If you didn’t snap at me I wouldn’t learn anything. ❜ ❛ I’m going to show you how to ride properly. ❜ ❛ I can teach you how to fight. ❜ ❛ I suppose that’s more important. ❜ ❛ You loved your family, avenge them. ❜ ❛ There’s no justice in the world. Not unless we make it. ❜ ❛ I don’t feel guilty. That’s what’s odd. ❜ ❛ They don’t fear you, they don’t follow you. ❜ ❛ And how long will that be? ❜ ❛ There are only two like it in the world. ❜ ❛ You never told me why you set me free. ❜ ❛ You’re not family, you owe me nothing. ❜
SEASON SIX :
❛ Everything they’ve taken from us, we’re going to take back. ❜ ❛ It’s a good thing you’re not a boy/girl anymore. ❜ ❛ That’s what I do. I drink and I know things. ❜ ❛ I’m here to help. Don’t eat the help. ❜ ❛ I’ve heard conflicting reports. ❜ ❛ What kind of god would have a pecker that small? ❜ ❛ My reign has just begun. ❜ ❛ We make peace with our enemies, not our friends. ❜ ❛ If you did know, you’re my enemy. ❜ ❛ If you didn’t know, you’re an idiot. ❜ ❛ Fuck justice then. We’ll get revenge. ❜ ❛ Violence is a disease. ❜ ❛ You’re shit at dying, you know that? ❜ ❛ Trust me – if my soup didn’t kill you, nothing will. ❜ ❛ We may as well be taking shits back here. ❜ ❛ If you ever come back this way, I will execute you myself. ❜ ❛ You don’t have to be here. ❜ ❛ Perhaps we should take shelter. ❜ ❛ Have you ever met the blackfish? ❜ ❛ Why did we have to come here? ❜ ❛ That is hardly your concern. ❜ ❛ The gods have a plan for us all. ❜ ❛ Have they hurt you? Have they mistreated you? ❜ ❛ Is there no other way? ❜ ❛ Come with me…now. The dead don’t rest. ❜ ❛ I’m tired of fighting. It’s all I’ve done since I left home. ❜ ❛ Where will you go? ❜ ❛ After they stabbed you, where did you go? ❜ ❛ What do you remember? ❜ ❛ They obviously had help. ❜ ❛ Next time I have an idea like that, punch me in the face. ❜ ❛ If I lost my cock I would drink all the time. ❜ ❛ Apologies for what you are about to see. ❜ ❛ And we’re going to fight it in there? ❜ ❛ Sinners don’t make demands, they make confessions. ❜ ❛ I offer my services once again. ❜ ❛ Help me get him/her inside. ❜ ❛ I have never been much of a fighter. ❜ ❛ The three eyed raven says there’s a war coming. ❜ ❛ We have to cross here. ❜ ❛ I can’t speak for the flames, but he’s/she’s gone. ❜ ❛ If we don’t take back the north, we’ll never be safe. ❜ ❛ I want you to help me, but I’ll do it myself if I have to. ❜ ❛ Don’t you wish we could go back to the day we left? ❜ ❛ I want to scream at myself, “don’t go you idiot.” ❜ ❛ That’s what you said. ❜
I’m still doing these 😅 for my WTTT AU
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Sorry for bothering you about this but I was wondering about if your doing your stories again simply because they are just great reads :)
I have a prompt for a story involving Nine and sonic.
1. Sonic trying to help Nine adjust to his new life with his friends because now he is able to exist with his twin and even taking him to the tree.
2. Nine being a little off put by how radically different Amy is here and her trying to comforting and even noticing how frayed and thin his Tails are.
3. Tails trying to adjust to having ‘Twin’ brother and both finding common ground but its still shakey.
4. A flashback of Sonic coming into the room and being like “Hey guys, so remember a few days ago when I shattered the prism” they acknowledge it and he just says TA DA and introduces nine.
5.Nine feeling like a fish out of water but doesn’t want to leave his brother, he thought tooth and nail to get this life and he’s not backing down.
6. Knuckles actually dulling out some sage advice to the young Kit.
Hello! I AM doing requests for stories again! Answering and writing them might take a while because I'm still writing my own things, and currently writing a story for the Nine series me and friend made, not to mention I want to practice my drawing so I can post it one day. And I'm so happy you like the stories I do!
And this is a nice prompt! One story coming up! I decided to try a different thing in this too! ^v^
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Everything was filled with beautiful color in this world. It was like living in an antique painting, one full of pastel colors and extravagant forms that were foreign to him. He never would have gotten here if it wasn't for the vibrant blue urchin that was his only dear friend.
Sonic is a very determined hedgehog, and Nine couldn't thank him enough for that fact.
That's what Nine learned as Sonic continuously tries to get him comfortable and happy in what the hedgehog stated was home. Not another Shattered Space, but the main universe Sonic originally destroyed. Nine put it all back together, but it would've come at a cost of disappearing forever, going back to being a trait.
Nine was scared, he assured Sonic it would be fine, tried to steel himself for fading into nothingness, but he was terrified. Naturally though, Sonic the "Mr. Freedom is the Most Important Thing" hedgehog, wasn't having ANY of it.
Nine was...caught off guard to say the least when the urchin began to insist on him staying with him in his world, the original world, began to implore if there was another way without the fox disappearing forever. Nine knew he had to refuse, he wasn't tails, not to mention to potential effects it might have, but seeing the genuine concern and care in those emerald eyes, the fear and pain...he knew he couldn't.
He knew Sonic didn't want him to. And he didn't want to either.
So he didn't. He found a less, effective solution in fixing the world, but made it so he could live there as well without any problems. He hoped it would be stable enough to allow such a big change.
But those worries went out the window now that he was here, and after a few days, he forgot he worried about anything at all. This world was wonderful! Green grounds, healthy trees and wonderful lakes, it was paradise! And he was right here, right by Sonic, finally eating Chili dogs with him, and it became a heaven!
The only problem was...Tails. The fluffier, more cheerful, more healthy (both in body and mind) fox Sonic loved as a brother. The reason why Sonic was so caring and sweet to him in the first place.
It wasn't that the fox was mean, at least not intentionally, nor was it that the two tailed vulpine annoyed him. It was just...he was so cheerful and naive. Not to mention seeing how...healthy he was, and those eyes those fucking eyes-
Wide blue eyes always stared at Nine when he was around, watching him, both with fascination and absolute admiration. Nine found the fascination understandable, the feeling was mutual, but the admiration really confused him. It confused him very much.
He couldn't understand at all.
Why would anyone admire him?, that's what he was curious about. When he asked the fox, he found the answer.
"It's just, you're so cool! You have those metal tails and your super strong and formidable in battle! Your just so amazing!", blue eyes sparkled as they answered.
Nine didn't respond. So that was why? Because he had metal tails, was good at fighting, and preferred to work alone? Nine didn't find anything to admire about the latter two. The fox could fight too, Nine saw this, not to mention the preference to work on his own came from being used to being alone.
But he simply nodded and came up with an event so he could leave. He didn't hate the kit, just...wasn't exactly friends with them. As long the fox didn't bother him they could manage.
Nine kept their interactions to a minimum and very short and brief.
Then there was Amy Rose. At first, Nine didn't know what to think. So, this was who Rusty was before the Council...'enhanced'...her body. She was a lot more, well, alive. Her green eyes sparkled with cheeriness and youth, her body lacked any traces of metal, and a flicky surrounded her, chirping happily instead of being trapped inside her chest cavity, chirping with pain and despair.
Nine was taken aback by how...young she truly was. Made him wonder with horror how old Rusty was when she was roboticized.
Rose was...very kind. A far cry from the emotionless callousness of the robot he remembered her as. Then again, that wasn't her, was it?
No, this Rose was friendly, full of expression, and so vibrant with the soft color of pink. Nine liked her. She gave him motherly vibes, even though he knew that thought was humorous, and he felt rather comfortable in her presence.
The only problem was how much she insisted on caring about his well being; making sure he cared for himself, making sure he worked on being healthy again, and trying to get him to 'open up'.
The first two weren't that bad. It was nice being cared for, and besides, Sonic did those too. Although he was a bit more stubborn about it, dragging Nine out of his lab and making sure he slept and ate. Nine acted annoyed and frustrated, but really he felt...warm. Again, it was very nice.
The only problem was the last part. The "opening yourself up" part. He understood that she cared, and didn't mean any harm, but when she offered to listen to his problems - and by extension, his trauma - he gently declined every time.
He didn't want to open up, didn't want to explore his trauma. His trauma could bury itself and die for all he cared. Although, he knew it was bad. He knew that choice would only make it worse. He just...it wasn't...
He just can't. That was all. Sure he didn't want to pour out his chest, didn't want to cry pathetically in front of this girl he had only knew as a robot, didn't want her to rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppp open his chest and pull on his insides pity him even more.
But he knew he wouldn't be able to spill out his trauma like that if he tried.
He kept being polite to her, but like the others, he carefully kept his distance.
Then there was the echidna.
Nine found the echidna, named 'Knuckles', was someone he needed to keep and eye on. The echidna was as bad tempered as all the other counterpart Nine knew, not to mention how the echidna was suspicious of Nine when Sonic introduced the fox.
They weren't on the best terms.
However, Nine soon saw the echidna start to soften up. Knuckles didn't tense or stare at him whenever the fox was within proximity. But Nine still felt tense within the echidna's proximity, knowing the strength behind his namesake's.
So he was surprised when the guardian began to offer him advice. Rather odd advice. Telling him not to do things alone, to enjoy things while he's here, telling him that letting your feelings out doesn't make him weak, that it can help him.
He told him other things, but Nine tuned him out.
Why listen to advice that was utterly worthless? That everyone else has been trying to tell him, that didn't help him at all?
Why do they even care about him? Sonic he had some understanding but why do the others? To Amy, he was just a burden, a helpless person who needed to be cared for, to Knuckles, he was an idiot who needed to be taught, to...Tails, he was just a variant, just a simple reflection with a smear of gray.
Although come to think of it, Sonic probably only stuck with him because he resembled that damn soft fox.
But, even with that, he refused to go back to being a part of the fluffy fox, he refused to give up. He gave up everything to be here, he fought tooth and nail, and he wasn't going to go back because of a little difficulties.
He kept going.
Tails stared at him with those eyes of innocence and naive curiosity. Of admiration.
Keep going.
Don't give up.
Amy stared at him like a pathetic child who can't fend for himself.
You did so much to get here.
Knuckles' gaze softened every time he was within the echidna's sight
Ignore them.
Sonic must've told them.
Keep going.
A hand rests on his shoulder out of concern.
Don't give in.
Keep. Going.
Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Cave.
Keep everyone out. Never yield.
Sonic is right there. He's in such a wonderful world.
So why wasn't he happy?
PROMPTS I’D LIKE TO RECEIVE, PART 1.
⤿ headcanon memes; comfort character edition! tw: death, family, religion.
send in a symbol and i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!
[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?
[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?
[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from?
[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)
[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?
[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?
[ 🏆 ] is your muse multitalented? what are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? if they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they?
[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?
[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?
[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?
[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?
[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?
[ 💛 ] how empathetic is your muse? how compassionate are they? is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?
[ 👗 ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?
[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?
[ 🤷♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?
[ 🎵 ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? why is that?
[ 💸 ] if your muse had no shortage of money, what would they buy?
[ 🐺 ] does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?
[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?
[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?
[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.
[ 📚 ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? what books would they like to have? if your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?
[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?
[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?
That Titus and cor one you just did was amazing! Could you do one the other way. Titus is training with cors lover and gets a little too touchy in front of the Marshall. I’ve always loved the idea that Titus tries to purposely piss cor off!
Thank you kindly! :) It´s because Titus does that on purpose! Also it´s payback for his S/O XD again gender neutral for everyone to enjoy!
*Y/N - your name
Y/S- your surname
So as Cor´s S/O you are a part of the Crownsguard. One of the trusted people (with Monica and Dustin)
Also sparring partner for Gladio when Cor isn´t available to teach him
Usually when the day is slow, you find your way to the shared gym between guards and glaives
You were going through some tactical drills and preparing obstacle course for the newbies when wooden sword flew past you (you expertly catched it, no sweat)
“ Ready for some sparring Y/S? I believe desk work doesn´t do us both good.”
You were readily taking the challenge that Titus provided, excited to try some new moves on him
Sword in hand you attacked him head on, it was brutal ( Titus definitively knew some of those moves from certain marshal *smug grin*)
But sadly, you´ve been pinned down by this hulking colosus of man “Didn´t expect to have caucasion today, but here we are, sir.” “ Hush, little Crownsguard or should I kiss your wound to make the pain go away?” your face is on flame
Cor was strolling along Regis, Clarus and Titus S/O chatting about joined mission for guards and glaives, when Cor´s eyes settled on the situation
HE AIN´T PLEASED!!! ( especially when he sees Titus shit-eating grin, looking him straight into his eyes)
Just for your information, Cor isn´t that composed as Titus, he was always brash and didn´t give a dam about anyone´s opinion
Will shove him harshly off you, glaring holes into his skull
“ Y/S, we will work on your moves tomorow, prepare to be sore. (yeah,and sore you were😏😏😏😏😏 ) “But now step aside me and old man have a score to settle!”
Bonus:
“ Regis, you should stop them or someone gets killed.”
“ Shush Clarus, I wanna see how it ends.” brings from his arminger a popcorn.
Titus´s S/O and Cor´s S/O: YOUR HIGHNESS!!!
Happy New Year
Happy New Year to all my Followers. Your presence is appreciated even if we don't talk much.
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UNDERTALE ASKS
Leave the item in my ask box and I'll answer the question associated! Have fun!:
Bandage: What is a scene from the game that really connected with you?
Monster Candy: Who's your favorite character?
Spider Donut: Who's your favorite ship?
Spider Cider: What battle made you the most aggravated?
Butterscotch Pie: What friendship do you find the cutest?
Snowman Piece: If you were Frisk/Chara, would you have held onto the Snowman piece the entire time or used it?
Nice Cream: What's your favorite line and who said it?
Bisicle: What's your favorite land, and what was your least favorite?
Unisicle: While playing the game, was YOUR character a boy, girl, or no gender?
Cinnamon Bunny: If you were Alphys, what would your robot have been named and what would have been your shtick? (EX. Mettaton, he was a show host)
Astronaut Food: When you got to the part of the Undertale Musical, did you sing along with Mettaton?
Crab Apple: Did you battle more monsters for money when you realized you could buy Spider treats and not move on until you bought both?
Sea Tea: If you were Toby Fox, why did you put Onion San in the game?
Abandoned Quiche: Do you have any Undertale OC's? What are their names? Tell us about them.
Temmie Flakes: Did you ever even find Temmie village????? What did you think of it?
Dog Salad: How long did you pet the lesser dog? When you found the snowdogs did you have regrets?
Instant Noodles: How long did it take you to beat the music note puzzle?
Hot Dog...?: How many Hot Dogs did Sans put on your head before you moved on?
Hot Cat: Ketchup, or no ketchup?
Junk Food: Have you played more than one run of the games? What routes have you taken?
Hush Puppy: Have you seen any playthroughs? Who did you watch play?
Starfait: What would you have whispered to an Echo flower?
Glamburger: If you were Frisk/Chara, would you have had the courage to pose for the show? Think of the ratings!!!
Legendary Hero: When you started the game, did you know you didn't have to kill anyone?
Steak in the Shape of Mettaton's Face: How many hours have you put into gameplay so far?
Potato Chisps: Who's your favorite Undertale fan-artist?
Rock Candy: Did you look up how to beat any of the puzzles?
Last Dream: What's your favorite Undertale AU?