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First post in a while on here,,, sorry to keep you waiting,,,
I can't decide if Flowery robbing us of Chara content was the best outcome
because of Sustingus Glue San Frandisco Jarona
...or the worst outcome because no Chara.
If Tobias does not put them in the game at all, even for Asriel bringing them to visit, I'll mod them in myself. The dog does not give them enough attention.
It's also Asgore's fault for not growing a red flower, but maybe they'd bring red flower seeds to Hometown and Susie and Kris could grow another flower. It is implied they liked gardening (at least in UT)
some anon asked for stingus and-- i. i really haven’t drawn them since forever. i’m so sorry my lil babies! /)///(\ ♥ have some cuddly chibi babies ~♥
October 5 Sentence Writing Challenge, Day 20
Pairing: Stingus (Sting x Rufus)
Prompt: Crunchy leaves
Rating: K
Rufus tipped his hat down just a tad bit, almost as though he thought it would keep anyone from seeing the smile that appeared on his face while watching his guild master jump around in the leaves.
Honestly, Sting could be like a little kid sometimes. It wasn't difficult to entertain him but that wasn't something bad at all. If anything, it was warming the memory mage's heart to see that Sting could still be so light-hearted despite all his duties as master and his own struggles he was dealing with every now and again.
He wasn't sure when his heart had begun to beat faster at seeing the blond dragon slayer's smile, or seeing him at all. But he knew that it had and that there was something deeper he felt for Sting than just comradery.
"Oi Rufus, you should have some fun as well!" Sting shouted over at him as he had fun with the crunchy leaves and Rufus was caught off guard for a moment but then just smiled again.
Um, Sting and Rufus + Coffee shop ??
Send me a pairing + an AU and I’ll write a three sentence fic
His smile like the sun so very brightilluminating every room with his lightthere’s no chance for a victorious fightbut I shall try to resist him with all my might.
Rufus only realized where his thoughts had floated off to when he finished writing the last line. Instantly, he put his pen down and brushed the back of his hand along his forehead. It was hot outside, truly, but his stray state of mind was to blame on something, or rather- somebody else.
He looked over to the bar where he could find the blond man he’d written about just now. His hair was spiky and he was wearing one silver earring that looked really pretty on him. His smile was as bright as he had described it to be in his poem. Rufus was very sure that this guy managed to lighten up every person’s mood.
Wasn’t it weird to write about him? He did feel weird right now, almost like some kind of stalker even though he knew that this was ridiculous. Then again… what poet had ever not written about a love interest of theirs or love as a subject in general? None.
Nevertheless the long-haired man put the piece of paper away, sighing at himself. Surely this waiter would take no interest. in a man like him.So Rufus almost felt like his heart jumped right out of his chest in shock and (positive) surprise when suddenly Sting Eucliffe, the waiter, stood next to him and brought him his previous order.
“A stracciatella cappucchino with a dash of cream, good choice, Sir.” The blond smiled at him.
Rufus nodded, still a bit caught off guard and at the same time cursing himself for being in such deep thought, but then he smiled back and took the cup. “Thank you.”
But the waiter didn’t leave immediately.
“You’ve been here very often lately, haven’t you?”
He… had noticed? Oh god. Now was that good or bad? The poet didn’t know. “Yes. I’m enjoying this coffee shop’s atmosphere a lot.” Hah, yea, the atmosphere it was. Actually though, it wasn’t a lie. He just… didn’t tell everything.
“That’s always great to hear,” Sting beamed, happy about the compliment. He loved this job, loved meeting new people and this man had caught his special attention.
They kept smiling at each other for one more moment before somebody else required the waiter’s attention and left Rufus with a weirdly positive feeling.
Rebranding because the Flowery brainworms got to me,,, 😟
- not my type
Sting x Laxus for anon
Laxus knew that classes had started back again because suddenly Fairy Tail was busy. It was the only gay club in the city, and stayed open hours later than the others; students loved it, and more customers meant more opportunities for Laxus to go home with someone new. Even if he had sworn off of university students after accidentally bedding over half of the canoeing society, he really had grown desperate recently. Natsu and Gray were around often, but that was no help anymore since they had become exclusive. The owner, Gildarts, just got married to his husband Silver and everyone else was either completely not Laxus’ type or a lesbian. And as much as he loved Mirajane, he wasn’t about to let her peg him. Again.
“Kids these days are so energetic.” Gildarts leaned over the bar and sighed, pouring Laxus another shot of ominous clear liquid. The aniseed flavour that burned his throat identified it as sambuca, and Laxus slammed the glass back on the table, ready for another.
“Some of us can keep up with them, old man.”
Gildarts huffed out a laugh before pouring Laxus another shot which the blond downed willingly. A girl waited expectantly at the bar, pretty in the assuming kind of way, and Gildarts moved away from Laxus to serve her.
His gaze moved from the owner to the students on the dance floor. They were pole dancing very badly, laughing and staggering and just generally having more fun than Laxus could remember having in years. Part of him missed being that age, but his life was more together now that he was thirty. Laxus was no longer hiding a part of himself, and that was the biggest and greatest change of all.
One of the students broke away from the group and headed towards the bar, gaze locked on Laxus. He was wearing a stripy crop-top with red suspenders, white shorts hugging his ass and a matching sailor hat propped precariously on his head. Laxus didn’t usually go for blonds, but this guy had the perfect body; muscular, lean, and just about at Laxus’ shoulder height. There was mischief on his lips too, pulled up into a smile when he leant against the bar and faced Laxus.
“Nice outfit.” Laxus smirked, tipping his glass at the other man, who laughed in response.
“It’s for a society meeting.” He said, pinging a suspender against his chest. “I don’t normally dress like this, promise.”
The crop top clung to his tanned skin, giving way to flawless sweat-slicked abs that Laxus badly wanted to taste. He cleared his throat, pressing the glass against his lips.
“So you’re not gay then?”
“I never said that.”
There was nothing but the thrum of music between them, gaze meeting until Laxus turned to face the bar.
“Can I get you a drink…”
“Sting.” He supplied, and Laxus nodded.
“Laxus.”
A handshake was too formal, and a kiss too forward. Laxus always found greetings in bars awkward, but Sting didn’t seem to have such reservations. He put his arm around Laxus’s back, tucking his hand into the taller man's back pocket, subtly feeling his ass.
“I’ll have what you’re having.” Sting grinned, pressing his body against Laxus’, and before Gildarts had reached them Laxus smirked into what was left of his drink before downing it.
“Play your cards right and I’ll give you more than just a drink.”
“That a promise?”
Sting had gotten close enough that Laxus could feel his breath at the back of his neck, and the smaller man didn’t move away when Gildarts came to serve them. He was confident in his body and comfortable with his sexuality, two things which Laxus had struggled with in his early twenties. When Sting’s hand got more adventurous with Laxus’ ass, and the effect was beginning to be felt in the front of his pants as well as the back, Laxus knew that he was in for a fun night, and became increasingly pleased that his ban on university students had been lifted.
A little something for @damasath/ @lumendraco/ @lunarufus <3