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[dusti333s]

[seawherethesunsets]

SUPER JUNIOR - MANGO Sweet just like a Mango🥭, It feels so nice

[ran-orimoto]

{I’ve…Forgot to crosspost my Junzumi one-shots here again. Sorry🥲. I just feel embarassed sharing my writing here, but I know you asked me to, so I’ll learn to feel more comfortable lmao💕}

[ NOTE: Junpei and Izumi are respectively 26 and 25. The one-shot from this month is sillier than usual and it features a hc I have got about older Izumi liking sewing. Even if my adult Izumi is into cooking, I love imagining her still retaining a love for fashion she can express in her own ways. I like Izumi modelling, ok, but I’m not a fan of it, especially if I take in account the …Creepy scenes she, 10 y.o kid, got in the past. You know, it’s hard to see it in a good light⭐️.]

•Il vento e le sue innumerevoli sorprese•

When he stormed into the bedroom with a note of nervousness accompanying the drumming of his steps, it had just dawned on her she had exhausted her attention and focus on the boring book she was reading. Due to that haste he had stepped out of the bathroom with, he had accidentally left the door opened and now a generous crack was inviting her to stretch her neck and spot some hints of the tempest he had created in there: a crumpled carpet pushed against the tiles of the wall, a pile of familiar clothes abandoned on the floor as if they were nothing more than rags, tired towels peeking out from the edge of the bathtub and being about to slip off it, the most disparate objects scattered on the flooded surface of the sink.

Oh well, she would be the worst kind of hypocrite if she decided to scold him because of that mess: she couldn’t absolutely lie about the fact an hour before that poor bathroom had had to go through another hurricane, making both discover in awe they could add another personality trait in the list of…Lovely flaws they shared.

“What’s the matter? Che c’è?” She couldn’t help bursting in gusts of laughters, but the defined sight of a stout young man in elegant attire froze the dance of those bursts in the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom.

She wasn’t that certain about what she could say, what she wanted to say and she wasn’t when it came to him, either. She didn’t know if he had imagined she would squeal at him and throw herself in his arms, cooing at how handsome he looked, but he should know her well by now, shouldn’t he? He should know she wasn’t that kind of woman and yet…

And yet…

Tossing her book aside, she crawled to the other edge of the bed, near to where he was regulating the strap of his watch. He checked how tight it felt on his wrist, proceeding to repeat the ritual again, and unexpectedly ignored the curious green of large cat eyes inspecting his figure with an enchanted caution.

After a year spent following his bustling tenor career from such a close perspective, she had grown used to seeing him dressing up for special occasions; to observing him shifting from his usual scruffy appearance to an utterly alienating and refined look. She would often get the destabilizing sensation of being in the company of someone else whenever that happened, her voice and sarcasm evaporating in thin air, her wary hand remaining suspended in the air until he would grab it.

However, she had soon realized it would take a simple, goofy smile in her direction to make that illusion vacillate and eventually break. Obviously, in that room with her, standing next to the foggy windows of the incoming venetian winter, there was no one else but the awkward Junpei she had always known.

“This looks so bad,” He muttered to himself with a head shake as he passed his palm down the fabric of his tie. “No, no, it isn’t just bad. It terribly sucks. Definitely.”

She was feeling way too cold to stand up, as at that time in the morning the radiators were still heating up and slowly warming the apartment, but her voice could have the same effective power as her persuading caresses on his shoulders.

“How can you say that? That misted window hardly looks like a good mirror.” She raised an eyebrow in amusement at the way it seemed he was really trying identifying his reflection in there, in the thickest grey of a glacial weather. “Besides…I was thinking you actually look nice.” His back straightened all of a sudden in response. “You look really nice.”

Then, he surrendered to the urge to turn to her and he showed her his blissful face, -because it was really enough to compliment him with the most ordinary and driest existing words to make him feel like the luckiest man on Earth-.

“I look nice,” He repeated in disbelief, the chocolate in his eyes seeming to be melting and being about to stain his pail blue shirt. “I guess I can’t do anything about it: if Izumi says so, it’s because it’s true.”

It is , That whisper prudently advanced through her most inner thoughts, gaining self-esteem at each surpassed millimeter. It became way too cheeky at the end of its fast journey, though, and Izumi found herself smirking, complacent.

Junpei greatly appreciated that feline expression on her porcelain face and probably started feeling a bit more confident about his outfit, just like that whisper of hers had. Actually, he accumulated enough self-esteem to hop in front of her, spread his legs and arms and theatrically put his black waistcoat and brown trousers on display.

“Ta-da!” He chirped at her, as he made his fingers vibrate like if they were sparklers without fire and light, and she spontaneously applauded at that improvised, silly show to exchange his playful mood.

Still, while her pupils were taking a more careful tour down his robust silhouette, focusing on those details she hadn’t been able to catch at first, she started feeling like something looked off. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was until she got onto his feet. That was the reason why her gaze wasted a whole minute of embarassing silence repeatedly going up and down, -from his neck to his knees-, making her fantasy go wild and brainstorm in the most different ways: did he need a hat? One of those Fedora hats that could turn any man in a perfect dandy? Could it be she needed to see him with shoes on well? And now that she thought about that, what kind of shoes had he picked? Don’t tell me he’s chosen to wear trainers!, She sweated at the only imaginary draft of such a horrid decision.

But she fortunately pushed her irises further, down onto the wood floor.

“Uh, have you changed your mind?” He murmured, confused but also slightly anxious. His hands still in the air, he glued his spheres onto her pensive features as his legs started creating a more and more evident distance between each other.

“No, no, it’s just that…”

“It’s just that…? Don’t tell me you want me to wear a bow.”

“No, Junpei, it’s just that your trousers are too long,” She pointed at the mass of linen falling on his socks. “Or your legs are too short,” She let out a chuckle at that teasing remark and ,as if on cue, as if they had been offended by her, Junpei’s legs ceased to his bizarre position by gliding in a painful split.

Izumi didn’t pay attention to the first time of the day he had fallen and hurt himself. At that moment her ears were only listening to her unbridled rambling, no matter Junpei’s whining was covering half of it and turning part of her plans into a mash of incoherent sounds.

“That hurts so much,” He complained, massaging his backside. “These trousers are so uncomfortable even during falls. They have got these stupid buttons on the butt. How will I be able to si-“

“Junpei!” She turned to him again, flames of an excitement he couldn’t interpret at all burning the grass in her eyes. “ Torno subito”.

“ What does it mean torno subito?!” He exclaimed in bewilderment, his jaw dropping at her blonde hair flying away from him, at her taking off at the speed of a butterfly beat. “Ohi, Izumi!” He called her, still struggling to walk properly and slowening down the pace of his brief march to the corridor. From there, he could hear her searching for something among a bunch of objects, opening and closing old drawers and making the stuff inside of them vacillate in the process.

She returned to him after not even a minute with a lovely-looking box in her arms. It was covered by a layer of colourful drawings featuring shapes Junpei couldn’t immediately recognize. By the time he did, -and he sent a chill down his spine right in that instant-, Izumi had already opened the box and had already revealed its content without explanation.

“Iz-Izuzu,” He stuttered as he joined her on the mattress in comical shock. His orbs seemed to enlarge before the view of that tidy kit or, more precisely, before the one of a pair scissors, a bunch of needles and pins, a traditional tape measure, a series of motley fabric rolled on themselves and, finally, also an object he thought he had never seen before.

“This is a thimble,” She pulled the cylindrical item out of its dug nest and showed him the easy way her index slipped in its empty cavity. She allowed him to try mimicking her gesture, but it wasn’t a surprise his fingers, -each of them, not only his index-, were too big and thick to fit in such a small spot. However, he kept on weighing and holding it in his palm to analyze it properly, gradually finding himself being ensnared by its minuscule engravings.

“A thimble keeps you from hurting yourself while sewing,” Izumi promptly clarified, getting silent yet vivacious nods from him. “My mother bought this one from Sardinia. We also have got a very old one whose top is totally pitted.”

His head continued swinging at every single letter her lips would weave. One after the other, they were making his heart drown in an endless stream of admiration, even though he wasn’t actually absorbing that treasure of knowledge she was sharing. And she did know it.

Actually, at a certain point, it became impossible for her not to begin giggling once more because of all that eager agitation next to her.

“You seem to have never seen a sewing kit in your life.”

“It’s kinda true, though?” He woke up from his dreamy trance and looked up at the ceiling, in search of possible memories he had buried somewhere, without actually wanting to. “My mother has always been too busy with her job to think about this stuff. If she happened to spot a hole in my clothes, she would throw it away and buy me something else. La Signora Orimoto is just another kind of mother, completely different from mine. I kinda…Envy you sometimes.”

Izumi wished she could bite her tongue with aggressiveness and punish her lack of tact with an unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, for her frustration, her coward teeth remained still on the scared muscle, convincing her to cross another route; one she surprisingly dived in without hesitation. Indeed, at the very first step she took in that direction, she felt a a beautiful sense of release.

“Well, now you have got a girlfriend who can sew and will hem your pants.”

”And-And-“ That name she had used to label herself made him gulp so loudly he almost got scared. “And I can’t just believe my-my-my girlfriend is as unpredictable as the wind for real.”

“I started learning from Mamma after I got into modelling. It would make me so satisfied to fix those dresses they would give me as presents. Most of them were so ugly, hideous, and they would have remained in my closet, if I hadn’t done anything about them.”

“You could become a stylist too!” He highlighted enthusiastically with a clap. “You can really be anything, Izumi. You aren’t only the most talented, charming, beautiful cook in the world! Now you’re also the most talented, charming, beautiful seamstress in the world!”

She bended forward to crack a smile at his delighted wonder.

“All this encouragement is making me want to fix your outfit too,” She reached out to fiddle with his tie. “I like this outfit but I can change some little flaws I’m not that convinced about. Or I could mind my business for this time, what do you think?”

“Again, what I think is that I hope you don’t want to replace my tie with a bow…That would make me look like an emperor penguin. Takuya and Kouji would laugh at me for the whole night, even Tomoki would. And I don’t want that.”

Making her attention land on her kit again, she picked a needle and her scissors, and put them near to her thigh. Once chosen the tools she would use, her hand kept on absently hovering over the opened box, but it wasn’t because she had just got a new idea out of blue.

“Where are you all going?” She asked him after having defeated a pang of jelousy and suspect. Discovering her closest friends, her family, were going to hang out without having invited her was incredibly demoralizing. She prepared herself to cross her arms and pout at Junpei for a whole day as a reaction to a predictable “It’s just a boys’ night”. In reality, though, she had already begun glaring at him. She couldn’t just help it.

“Well, y’ know,” He stood up to clearly avoid the mistral she was summoning over him. He fairly grew bashful, -oh if she could understand why he would!-, and even started finding it difficult to look at her in the eye, -otherwise why would he show his back to her and not face her like he was supposed to? “A dear person to me is starting working in a restaurant this Saturday night and we all are going to cheer for her during her first night there, eh eh.”

Her grip shaking a bit, she threw herself against his chest and grabbed his cheeks between her palms.

“You bought this outfit to impress me that night ?”

“And to impreff your magnificent food,” He merrily joked, his silver tongue weakening because of her affectionate pinches on his puffy skin. Then, it passed from sounding like a frail autumnal leaf to plunging in a thunderstruck mutism.

“You’ve dug your own grave, Great Detective Shibayama. Do you know that?” Her mint fused with her chocolate to give birth to the most distinctive flavour they both had ever tasted.

”Uh?” Dazzled, he protruded his lips in a restless expectation. He risked to lose his balance for a second time when she abruptly let him go.

“Listen: go to the toilet before I start, because I don’t want to hear you saying you need to go peeing while I’m at work. I don’t know how much it will take, ok?”

A change of heart told her she wasn’t going to keep her promise to mind her business any more.

[felassan]

goodness me, lady Eivor’s voice is so Deep oh my

edit: omg she’s also Tall

[lunarlover12]

Where Everything Went Wrong

Summary: The story of my character, Igi, and her party when we were all very sure this was going to be a TPK.

After searching for months, the party finally found the location of the green dragon mask and race to get to it before the Cult of the Dragon. But things don't go as planned when they get there.

Ao3

“Wait, I see something up there.” Igi said as her grip on Nox’s hand tightened. He squinted his eyes as he tried to see past the darkness into the room ahead.

“I don’t see anything,” he grumbled and Igi cracked a smile despite the ominous feeling settling in her gut. Together, they stepped into the large chamber with its high ceiling and almost ancient looking pillars supporting nothing. To either side of them was a small area that held a pool of water in both of them, set back in the walls a bit. Directly in front of them on the other side of the room held a larger pool of water. There was a large archway just in front of them and Igi glanced to her side to the elf.

“I don’t trust this,” she whispered as her wings twitched uneasily.

Nox looked over his shoulder to the rest of their party as he motioned to the seemingly empty area. “Let Igi and I check it out first. Make sure there’s no traps or anything since we don’t have to touch the floor.” He turned his attention back to Igi and squeezed her hand one last time before letting go. He activated his boots, a faint blue magical aura radiating off of them, as he put one foot then another to the wall. Igi flapped her wings and took to the air, taking a deep breath as the claustrophobic feeling she had had in the cramped hallways left her.

The two carefully made their way further into the chamber as the rest of the party stepped just inside the doorway. Nox jumped from the ceiling to land on top of the archway in front of them as Igi moved off to the left side towards the water.

There was suddenly a loud noise as the wall behind the rest of the party slid shut. Ibuck immediately tried to push the rock again but they were efficiently locked in. The sound of water rippling then spilling out filled the silent room as four creatures crawled out from the pools at their sides.

They looked vaguely like crabs, only on two legs and shards of obsidian sticking out from all over their body. They screamed something in a foreign language before they started to charge at them. Igi gripped onto her halberd before dragging the blade across her palm to activate the radiant energy she channeled into her weapon, flying towards the closest pair of… whatever these things were.

One of them ran right underneath Igi towards the other party members while the other climbed the wall to leap towards her. The impact made Igi fall into the opposite wall and she scrambled to knock the creature off of her as it dug its claws into her armor.

Nox drew an arrow and sent it soaring into the creature’s head. The limp body fell from Igi and he turned his attention to one that had figured Squanchy was a good target.

A bright light shone from the dead body that lifted up into the air before going into one of the older looking pillars, lighting up a small orb that rested on top.

The tortle dug his shortsword into the monster as another arrow lodged itself into it’s back. As Squanchy kicked the body away from him, another light flew into the pillar and he narrowed his eyes. He glanced towards the other two monsters who were occupied with Ibuck and Srrow. “Wait! Don’t kill them!” He shouted out, but it was too late.

The sounds of fighting stopped only to be replaced by something scraping against the stone. The walls in the back of both of the outcroppings were pulled back to reveal a short hallway that leads into a room that they couldn't quite see into.

As Ibuck finished her monster off, she felt something creep into the back of her mind. She looked down at her axe as she adjusted her grip to see a strange black smoke emitting from the weapon that wrapped around her hands and crawled up her arms. Her mind went blank and all she could think was attack. Defend herself.

She looked up to those around her, her eyes focusing on Talis’ half elf figure. She took one step forward when the ground below them rumbled and the water from the bigger pool spilled out from the edges. A large skeletal hand reached up from the water before it slammed onto the ground so who or whatever it belonged to could pull itself up.

Squanchy's grip on his short swords tightened as he charged to the front of the group, placing himself between the new threat and his friends as he readied himself for an attack.

Ibuck tore her gaze away from the new enemy and settled onto her smaller target. She charged at the half elf who was too preoccupied to notice. With a yell, she brought the axe down onto Talis and grinned as blood sprayed.

Igi looked back to where she had heard Talis’ scream come from but couldn’t see her. “Tal?” She called out.

“It’s Ibuck! Igi!” Her sister cried out before she was silenced with a resounding thwack. Igi’s eyes widened as she flew closer to where she had last seen Talis. And there was Ibuck with her axe held up ready for another strike standing above her unconscious sister. Igi grit her teeth as she focused on her patron and thought of Talis’ wounds healing. A gentle golden glow radiated off of her that transferred to her sister, some of the smaller wounds starting to close. Talis’ brown eyes flew open again and she tried to back away from Ibuck before her back hit the wall.

“Ibuck!” Igi screamed out as the axe was swung once more, knocking Talis out again.

Srrow watched as the skeletal remains of the warlock Hex’rath stood up straight, eyes an eerie purple glow and a twisted staff in his hands. The undead eyes seemed to train past him and Srrow followed the gaze to see what was going on and shook his head. “We don’t have time for this!” he yelled out as he pulled his harp from his side. He strummed a quick chord and a circle of thorns grew from the cracks of the stone floor to surround the ancient warlock. There was a loud yell as the magical thorns cut into him.

Squanchy glanced back behind him and hesitated for a split second. Without much of a second thought, he abandoned his position and ran towards where Ibuck and Talis were, letting out a flurry of blows as soon as Ibuck was within reach.

Igi’s wings fluttered angrily as she sped towards her orc friend. She crashed into her and knocked them both back a few feet even though it felt more like ramming into a wall. Igi placed herself in between her sister and the orc as the light seeped out of her body and into Talis once more. Talis gasped for breath as she tried to crawl away from the two.

Ibuck’s eyes focused onto Igi and she snarled as she brought her axe around to slam into the aarakocra’s side. Igi cried out in pain the same time Nox released an arrow into Ibuck.

Srrow looked from one threat to the other before his eyes locked onto the newly opened passages. With one last glance back at the skeletal warlock, he took off towards the closest doorway. "Just find the mask and run!" He yelled.

"But what about Ibuck?!" Squanchy called after him just before he was forced to duck his head into his shell to avoid a swing from Ibuck then popped back out again.

Srrow cursed under his breath. "Forget about her!" He stopped in his tracks as there, atop a stone altar, sat the green dragon mask that they had been searching for for months. He quickly glanced over it for anything that looked like it could be trapped before he grabbed it. He took a deep breath as he picked it up, flinching as the ground rumbled again.

Ibuck fell to the ground with Igi, Squanchy, and Nox surrounding her. Igi and Squanchy shared a look before the tortle reached down and healed the orc's wounds. Igi held her halberd at the ready as Nox drew another arrow and aimed it at the waking form of their friend. Ibuck's eyes fluttered open and it took a moment before they focused on Nox, narrowing slightly. Her hand reached towards her Dwarven Thrower and Igi brought the blunt end of her weapon around and knocked the orc out once more.

They would have to deal with her later.

The three turned their attention to the warlock who was now running at them. Igi flew straight up into the air before he got to them and Nox took the opportunity to jump down from the archway in favor of running to the side of the room. Squanchy merely stood his ground and dodged out of the way when the staff was swung towards him. Talis made her way along the wall to put some distance between her and the fight, crawling towards the safety of Nox.

There was a loud roar and then an adult green dragon came soaring out of where Srrow had ran to, slamming into Hex'rath. The unexpected force made the warlock stumble a few steps back as he turned to face the snarling beast. It took in a deep breath and let out its breath attack, encompassing everyone around. Igi watched from above as her friends were assaulted by the poisonous gas, not missing the way Ibuck’s chest stopped moving with her breaths. She had to pull her eyes away from her now dead friend to focus on the threats in front of her.

Nox cursed under his breath as he pulled back another arrow before letting it fly, hitting Hex’rath in the side. He wasn’t sure how much damage his arrows were actually doing against the skeletal man, but every bit helped right now. The puzzle box he wore on his belt felt heavy as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Now seems like an excellent time to use your last wish. You’re friends are dying, Nox,” the ethereal woman whispered in his ear. He shook her off as he pulled another arrow out of his quiver.

“I don’t have time for this right now.” He mumbled.

The woman shifted around so she could be seen yet still out of his way, arms crossed in front of her chest but a smile on her face. “I can help you like I did last time. Make everyone nice and healthy again, or even teleport you guys out of here. Let me help, Nox.” She persisted. He watched as Squanchy fell to the ground from a swipe by the dragon and he clenched his jaw.

“Fine,” he growled out as he turned to face her fully. “I wish that the dragon was on our side.” The woman’s smile broke out into a grin as she raised her hands. Nothing seemed to change on the battlefield, but suddenly Nox felt sick. It was almost like something was moving inside of him before his world went black.

Talis watched in horror as Nox let out a scream that was abruptly cut off as a monstrous hand erupted from his stomach. The armor and skin split as blood spurted out and some kind of beast crawled its way out from Nox. Talis put a hand over her mouth to try to keep the contents of her stomach in but was woefully unsuccessful. She could hear the sound of the remains of Nox’s body flop onto the floor and then the squishy sounds of whatever had came from him made its way towards her.

Igi looked over to the sounds of screams just in time to see Talis once again fall unconscious. She tightened her grip on her halberd as she held back tears. There was nothing she could do right now; not with all of her healing magics expended and the only other healers currently unable to do anything. She retreated to the far wall as she threw out one of her easier spells towards Hex’rath. The warlock turned to her and casted something back that flew her into the wall and dropped her to the floor.

“Wake up!” A familiar voice sounded in her ears. “Wake up, Igi! You’re not done yet!” Her patron ordered. Igi’s eyes fluttered open and she sat up, her hands automatically reaching out to find her halberd. She felt herself calm down a little as her hand wrapped around the wooden shaft of her weapon. Her eyes scanned the room to see that the dragon seemed to have taken care of the monster that had appeared out of nowhere and was now facing off Hex’rath by itself.

Igi pushed herself to stand up as she reached her hand out to cast another spell. It hit the warlock in the back and he turned around to see where the magic came from. She gave him a smile just as the dragon raked its claws through his bones. The remains of the undead warlock fell to the ground noisily and Igi felt herself collapse against the wall in relief. The dragon turned to look at her briefly before it began to shrink in on itself until Srrow was standing in its place. “What the fuck?” Igi whispered to herself.

Srrow reached into his pocket to retrieve the diamond he carried with him for just an occasion. He knelt down next to Squanchy’s body before placing the gem on the tortle’s chest with a deep breath to try to steady himself. He pulled out his harp and began to strum a few chords as he sung quietly. The diamond shattered as he sung the last word and the last chord of his harp faded out.

They waited for a heartbreaking moment before Squanchy gasped loudly and sat up. Igi collapsed on the floor beside her best friend and wrapped her arms around him, ignoring his complaints of germs as she clung to him desperately.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

[s-dei]

haha I hope those are not violating anything xD Anyway, there is late af gift for @captainkaprozyx . I’m not a fan of a couple, but I love my bro and this is the least I can do for them ;w; And also it was fun to draw. can you believe it all began with murky socks? Ah, also they come in so different styles bc I had a breaks between them (actually between 1st pic and others) and I had some experiments :0

[chiapetswow]

woohooo

i made an art blog finally! im taking requests and maybe commisions in future

art bloggo is @chiapetsarts ^-^

[felassan]

I'm not sure why but you remind me of Nyreen?

um holy crap this is the best compliment anyone has ever given me

[character meme]