#abnormality reader

[multyfandoms-imagines]

I had a idea about your yandere hammer of light and I was wondering how would any yandere sephirah or yandere anomaly react to the reader’s transformation

Im gonna go with Sephirahs for this one if you dont mind.

Excluding Tiphereths for obvious reasons lol

TW: yandere

Baffled, confused, devastated: Hod, Gebura, Yesod

Hod would be balling her eyes out. This job is stressing her out, your new change is just adding onto this stress as she will feel like she failed to keep you safe

Yesod hates it, he does not like this change and wants you back. Like Hod, he can get stressed and already carries guilt over employees he knows he should had not sent for work, but did it anyway, resulting in tragedy

Gebura has a really big problem with anything Abnormality related. You being one of them now is gonna really tear her in two. Because on one hand, you are this creature that she hates, on the other - it is you, who Gebura loves

Has no strong opinion on it: Hokma, Netzach

I mean both of them have really no strong opinions on the Abnormalities or employees in general. Netzach already accepted that his Security job is a joke, Hokma is also used to "accidents" that happen here. But they do seem to be slightly relieved that you have a better chance to survive through it all, even if your activities together have to adjusted

Does love this new look: Malkuth, Binah, Chesed

Weakness means death, but Abnormality traits are sure as hell are not weak traits. Not only can you not die, but you can easily fight for yourself (and for Malkuth, how romantic). It does stink that you are physically changed, but she can get used to it

Chesed is just happy that you are going to be safe and sound in a little containment room of your own, as mildly irritating it is that there will be employees who work on you, he will make sure that you'd be happy. He knows you are more dangerous and stronger now, but he still does not want you to be hurt

Binah is Binah. End of question. But if you want an extended version, she really loves this and will definitely abuse this feature. Regardless if it is to mess around with other Sephirahs or her own employees. Dont try anything funny on her though, she will put you in your (new) place

[sweetstrawberryys]

“Abnormal Heart Rate Detected”

Summary:After a quiet, sweet date, you kiss Ghost goodnight—only for his smartwatch to loudly alert him (and you) that his heart rate is going wild. Turns out even the most silent, composed man can’t hide when he's completely smitten.

Rating:Fluffy, soft-boy Ghost, awkward romance, kiss-induced chaos, sunshine x emotionally constipated grump.

Masterlist

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Simon didn’t say much during the date—but he didn’t need to. The way he opened doors for you, pulled your chair out, and quietly placed his hand on the small of your back when crowds got too tight said more than enough. You talked, he listened. And every time you laughed, his lips twitched like they were this close to smiling.

The man was calm. Still. Like a statue wrapped in a hoodie and mystery. Unbothered. Unshakeable.

Until you kissed him.

Just a soft, sweet goodnight kiss outside your apartment. You leaned in, nervous but hopeful, and pressed your lips to his, and his hand twitched where it rested on your waist. A sharp inhale, then total stillness.

Beep. Beep-beep-beep.

You pulled back, blinking.

“What was that?”

Simon stood frozen. His smartwatch vibrated on his wrist, the little screen flashing:

ABNORMAL HEART RATE DETECTED

Current BPM: 127

Try to remain calm.

“…No fuckin’ way,” you whispered, gaping at the screen like it just betrayed the nation.

His ears were bright pink. “It’s—it does that sometimes.”

You gasped, grinning. “Simon. Did I literally make your heart race?”

He groaned, tipping his head back like he wished the ground would swallow him whole. “Bloody thing’s oversensitive.”

You stepped closer, teasing. “You sure? Or do you just like me that much?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at you, half-murderous, half-helpless. Then—beep-beep-beep again.

“Oh my god.” You laughed and cupped his face, planting another kiss on his lips just to watch the number spike again.

Current BPM: 132.

He pulled away with a grunt. “You tryna kill me?”

“Nope,” you chirped. “I just want your watch to start playing romantic music next.”

“…I’m disabling the damn thing.”

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I have another blog @marvelousmutual where I write about Marvel characters if that interests you. 🦢✨️

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

i feel like when people say "katsuki won't change for you" they mean it like, completely and literally. but tbh i really really don't see it like that.

like yeah, he will never change his personality for anybody. he's still him because if you liked him romantically you'd already know what he's like. but he'd most definitely change his behaviour towards you. ofc im not trynna say he's gonna like do a whole 180 and kiss the ground you walk n shit but like..you're still his partner,, does that make sense ?? like it always confuses me when ppl say stuff like " he wont give you any special treatment he'll treat you like he treats everyone" and to me its like..no.., y'know ?😭 like at the end of the day you are still his partner. you're dating and he loves you so why would he treat you like some rando.

at most i see him like being awkward at the beginning of the relationship when its still new cus he doesnt know what to do (lol loser) but i still know he'd very much try. cus thats the thing youre not just a random you're his person. you're his one and he's obv gonna show you that because otherwise whats the point

m not sayin he's perfect, he's gonna mess up at some points maybe be a bit snappy because that's just how he is and you know that, you knew that when you got with him. BUT you still love him and he still very much loves you and he shows you that and he tries to make it up to you because you're different and he CARESSS!!! thats my whole thing!!!

[allimili]

I have a feeling that Ms Lily would have a sweeter scent with a sad demeanor

Normally, yes !!

[etirabys]

Hey, look at ATP synthase with me for a second. It's literally a molecular rotary motor with a crank shaft, embedded in a membrane holding a proton reservoir.

(In eukaryotes like us, that membrane is the inner mitochondrial membrane; in prokaryotes it's usually the inner membrane of the cell. Either way its job is to turn ADP into ATP, which will turn back to ADP after it does work in the cell.)

There are pumps elsewhere on the membrane that force protons (H+) in. When they come out, they come out through the ATP synthase, turning the turny bit. When 10 protons go through, the head makes a complete turn, minting 3 ATP molecules.

This thing is 10-20 nanometers long!

Also neat: it's universally conserved across all life. Not in the exact same form, but recognizably the same thing:

Life began around 3.5 billion years ago. The oldest two domains of life – bacteria and archaea – diverged really early. "Have different cell membrane and cell wall composition" early. So ATP synthase arose around the time life itself did, and has persisted for three quarters of Earth's lifetime.

[spirit-lanterns]

Hear me out: Catgirl Reader in her cat form crawling under HSR women's oversized shirts or hoodies. The HSR women will be looking everywhere for catgirl reader, just for Stelle on the couch to pull her shirt away from her neck and show them catgirl reader napping peacefully. Bonus points if its a woman like Himeko or Black Swan wearing a hoodie to relax in at the end of the day, because cat reader loves making biscuits on their boobs and feels so cozy in their arms under a warm hoodie ♥️

Ah, women’s hoodies…the best place to nap after a long day for Catgirl Reader 🥺 Especially if said woman has huge boobs. Not only does Catgirl Reader get to lay inside the comforting warmth between a thick hoodie and a woman that she loves, she also gets to knead biscuits on their soft breasts if they allow her to!

Maybe Himeko or Black Swan is having a good day, so they’d pat their hoodie for Catgirl Reader to crawl into, snuggling into their warm embrace before meowing and making the tiniest dough biscuits with her paws. They learned their lesson from last time after accidentally hurting them, so they’re extra careful with their claws now…

Nevertheless, it’s a comforting feeling having Catgirl Reader nestle up under your hoodie and use you as a personal bed. It’s like you’ve been blessed by a Goddess (lol) 💕

[moonsglare]

jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead

[nsft utc]

tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.

it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.

travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.

baiheng.

it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.

you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.

and it makes you sick.

you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.

after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.

[crsssie]

minx - grim reaper x reader

You pull away from Grim, lips curled into a sweet smile as he chases after your lips.

"Aww... desperate?"

"Do not test me, sunshine," He grumbles, pulling you down by the waist as you yelp. "You're always so flustered when it's face-to-face." He mumbles, finger tapping the skin on your waist. He pulls you in further, lips brushing yours, smile on his face. "Now, are you going to listen?"

You pretend to think, pouting. "Hm... I'm not sure if—"

He presses his lips to yours, hand moving to the back of your head, fangs brushing your bottom lip as his tongue forces your mouth open. Your eyes widen in surprise as he takes the chance to snake his tongue into your mouth. You push yourself off of him, eyes wide.

"I thought you said you didn't have any prior experience with romance."

He licks his lips, grinning. "Maybe I had to learn because a certain someone wouldn't stop being such a tease."

"Oh?" You quirk up a brow, lips spreading into a smile. "Let's settle this."

He opens his mouth to argue, only to be cut off.

"In bed." You grind down on him, and his skin blooms red immediately. "Hm?"

"I suppose I wouldn't be against that." He mumbles, lips curling upward. "I'll show you just how good at everything I can get."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to that, pretty boy."

[yesimwriting]

Bestie gives me IMMENSE bisexual vibes do you think louis and armand would be as protective around women too? i feel like girl would talk abt going on a date with a girl and theyd be like "im so happy for you" through gritted teeth. Armand definitely finds a way to sabotage that

Omg I love that bestie gives you bi vibes, I can definitely see it.

Honestly I think that even if bestie isn't bi Louis and Armand don't want her too close to anyone 😭 like that's their Louis's person, they don't want to share her

I'm a little torn on whether or not they'd be 'as' protective, but I do think any changes in their feelings about the situation would be minor. I also think that they'd be jealous regardless of bestie's sexuality. A girl that hangs around bestie regularly enough, platonic or otherwise, can give bestie a different kind of companionship than they can.

Armand would be cold and blame his demeanor on Louis being upset. Louis would be petty and moody about it. Like what do you mean some random girl is staying over at bestie's apartment and sleeping in her bed? Are they not enough for her anymore?

[futuristicanoe]

nightfall's descent

When you're observing me, who do you think I'm observing?

This time, it is you, who's been left wide awake for far too long.

mature themes; implied insomnia, age gap, issues. nsfw content, but there is no actual smut.

The crackle of thick paper crumpling in your hands makes Alex’s arm twitch. It must be very late, or very early, it is hard to tell the difference because the sun has already gotten into the habit of being distant at all times. It is cold. The outside world is freezing, all shades of blue and uncomfortable.

He is snoring softly. Lying on his stomach, one leg bent, his face is squashed against his forearm. He would feel his eyelashes tickle his skin if he were to open his eyes, that’s how bad it is. He looks relaxed, almost miraculously so. His stubbly chin rests on his other hand and it makes you smile. You are not sure if there is an actual smile on your face right now, but it makes something deep in your chest pulse with aching fondness and that is enough. More than anyone else could make you feel just by existing, that is for sure.

You can’t sleep.

This is normally his problem. It’s not that your sleep schedule is divine, but he needs much more sleep than you do, you have come to find out. He’ll never pass an opportunity to take a nap. On the sofa, on his favourite armchair, sitting at the dinner table —

it is, a breathy whisper of “tired today...” when he stretches his arms and sighs, then yawns and his eyes are visibly more droopy by the time he closes his mouth. Or, “I am gonna need to rest me mind after this...” when you ask him to stir the pot and he can’t tear his gaze away from everything swirling and spinning effortlessly. You know, you always know, you are gonna find him later just like this. Heavy and content, snoring softly.

Alex will do anything to avoid going to bed alone.

The unexpectedness of it had caught you off-guard at first, making you wonder what else you had assumed wrongly about him. He says he does not wanna get used to it, sleeping alone, because he has a habit of turning things into habits, and that has never been a good thing. You take it as a compliment, really, when he waits for you like a good little pet, and you didn’t even need to teach him a thing. To be more specific, it makes you want to grab him and kiss him all over, eat him up in bruising bites, and isn’t that just the best thing you could do for him? He has everything else, doesn’t he? Money, reputation, even love — adoration, fascination, obsession, — might not be the healthiest forms of love, sure, but it’s still much more than you ever got.

He is always tired after making love, too.

Making love, apparently that is what you call it now. It is just what it feels like. It’s not the bad kind of love, either. Everything he touches turns to gold, and you are just happy to be underneath him, on top of him— he is never out of reach. You are never out of his head.

It feels like a privilege to see him this way.

You put your sketchbook to the side, shutting it closed and instinctively holding your breath for a mere second to hear the soft click it makes. You reach out for him with your hand, the one you had been holding your pencil and smudging the ink with. It makes your skin rough like ash would, although, it could not be more obvious how this is not ash or dust, not the remnants of finality, but rather the opposite of it — you wanted to draw him. Couldn’t sleep, and observing him like this is as close as you can get to dreaming without shutting your eyes and falling backwards into the darkness people call “sleep”... but, no... sleep isn’t like this...

This is not still and lifeless, it is pretty radiant here.

”Dreamland?” Oh, yes. This is it.

Bizarre, pretty, yours.

Your fingers touch the softness of his eyebrow, and his eyes tremble slightly, before he sighs and moves his head to the side a bit. His eyebrows furrow. So expressive, even in sleep, even when everything outside is cold and grim, it makes your lungs ache and rattle your ribcage a tiny bit.

Nothing new.

He is mostly bare underneath the covers, you are pretty sure.

A small part of his thigh is exposed from how his leg is bent. Firm, yet soft, kissable. You pull back the covers slightly to see his knee and– there it is. The bruise.

You had bitten him in the afternoon.

He was busy coming back down to earth. You had kept him all safe and tender in your mouth for long enough to make some part of him believe in the sacredness of this thing. That it wasn’t fucking or any kind of animalistic instinct when he held your head down and an obscene noise escaped his throat. Without his permission, too, he always tries to be quiet when your mouth is full of him. As an act of showing empathy, or maybe it would feel dangerously close to silencing you, and he doesn’t want to get used to that either.

The bruise makes his skin pretty like the sunset kissed it.

You lean down to kiss it now, softly, gently. He squirms.

“Hm?”

You watch his face as he slowly wakes up. Stretching modestly like a house pet.

“What time is it?” His voice sounds somehow even rougher than usual, you feel a shiver run through your spine.

“I don’t know.”

That sobers him up, for some odd reason, and his eyes search for your face. Alex holds a hand up before he drops it next to yours.

“I was waiting. For you to come back to bed when you got up in the middle of the night. But I couldn’t‐ could not keep my eyes open, you know? I tried, though...” his voice trails off into a quiet mumble. He is apologising for something you have never even mentioned or thought about.

“I know, Alex.”

“What are you doing?”

You pick up the sketchbook again, handling it with an air of carelessness that does not belong to you. As if this part of you, which you are holding in your hand, has somehow become less important now that he is watching.

“Nothing, really. I couldn’t sleep again.”

He moves closer to you, still on his stomach. Lazy boy.

“Wanna show me?”

Your hesitation is undeniably palpable and thick in the air, he could cut it with a knife. You’d pay him to do that if he could.

Your numb fingers grip your sketchbook a tad bit tighter, with his sleepy eyes following the movement, he takes a deep breath.

“I want to see, love.”

Alex looks more awake now than he did when he woke up in the morning. He loves the sun, but it is not always there for him. It is cold now, even in the morning. Especially in the morning. Still dark, still freezing, and you weren’t there. It felt like the day after a perfect day, and he woke up not with a hazy, blurry mind but a very clear head and thoughts so sharp that they hurt.

He grows amusedly suspicious when your eyes widen with hesitation. This is not the first time.

“Is it– mmm–“ his voice turns into a soft croon, the cartoonish quality of it making his own eyes twinkle. “Is it me? In there...?”

“Huh?”

“Were you drawing me?”

You let out a huff at the accusation. “I've not drawn anything for so long. And it is literally just a rough sketch, I don’t even like it. I’m not trying to hide, it is not a–“

“But it is mine, isn’t it?” He crawls again, just wanting to be closer to you. He does this thing, getting closer to you so you can hear him more clearly, instead of just raising his voice like everybody else does. He is pressed up against your form now with a smirk on his face. Only a second or three passes as he is observing you, expecting you to hand over the sketchbook, and then he is chuckling, his face scrunching up. “Are you hiding me from myself? Come on... that is my job.”

You can’t help but laugh with him. “You always say I see you somewhat differently, though... I wouldn’t want to end up making a fool of myself or whatever it is that I'm so afraid of."

Something glimmers in his eyes, just a subtle flicker of it, and it is almost as if he never slept, once again. “Never have I said that to you.”

“Not to me, maybe, no... Does it matter?”

“Are you– hold on, tell me when was the last time you slept properly, and don’t lie.”

You almost comment on his tone, but you decide to answer him, only to realize that you can not.

His eyebrows furrow, and he sits up. It is difficult to handle this, you don't think you are ever gonna get used to it. Being so close, he looks too real. His skin is shiny under the moonlight, the tan is gone, pale again from the way he has succumbed to solitary lifestyles similar to those they teach you about in the bible. His scent... Cigarettes, is it? Something bitter-sweet and addictive like thick honey on his skin, too, and it ought to make you crave more when you let your teeth cut loose.

Not again... what was he talking about?

“Honey?”

You look at him. Alex. Al. God, he is going to get actually old one day, isn’t he? You almost wish he isn’t. You almost wish you had met him when he was younger, he could have broken your heart that way, the casual way, it certainly would have been easier. All kinds of leather were tight over his muscles back then, hair slippery and tousled and apparently perfect. Dark, but shiny like jet, steel, something solid and useful. Something you definitely wouldn’t have seemed, if you had been the one standing next to him in those messy, flashy polaroids and countless paparazzi shots.

You always had this thought about how his hair and his leather jackets shone the same way, and that thought used to make you giddy then almost teary. At least you never forgot how to fantasise and daydream about and do everything but avoid men like him, because he is actually right here now and he is... different.

“Yes.” You talk in a whisper, your voice soft and quiet like the rustling of your sheets underneath him as he shifts to caress your neck with a gentle hand.

“Where did you go?”

“I’m here.”

“Hmm. Yes, you are. I believe you now.” Alex hums, smiles. Looking thoughtful for a second before his face is hovering over yours, and he leans down to press a kiss to your neck. There is a hushed mumble against your skin. You nudge his shoulder.

“Honeysop,” he mumbles again, but this time, a giggle makes his voice sound chirpy.

“What the fuck?”

“I said... I’ve got a new nickname for you.” Alex looks down at you. (Studying your face with the expression of a man who knows he doesn’t have to tell his kid that Santa Claus isn’t real or something along those lines.)

You smile — a toothy, sweet thing to make his eyes shine even brighter. You can not help but notice the way his chain is dangling from his neck. Why must every single part of him shine like that? You touch it gently, soft fingertips warm against the cool metal. There are tiny pink marks left on his chest from how the chain had pressed into his skin in sleep. You find it soothing to watch it rock back and forth above you, and you are very sure that he is amused by that fact.

Suddenly, you find your voice again. “I think, had this been some other time, any other time, I would have asked you to fuck me right here. You know, it’s midnight, you are all just the perfect amount of wound up and silly. I can’t sleep. But... can I...” You impulsively kiss the tip of his nose just because it is the part of him closest to your lips. His eyes are wide and sweet, intrigued.

“You could pose for me... I want to draw you. And when I’m done, I won’t hide it from you, no... I could even draw it in your notebook. I know you prefer the ones with blank pages, I do, too.” Alex ducks his head slowly, listening intently, but all of a sudden, too busy leaving loving bites on your throat and pressing his lips against your heart. You grab his hair firmly, hoping to keep his eyes fixated on you.

“Then I’ll let you fuck me. I want–," You giggle when his stubble tickles the softness of your chest accidentally, but you keep going. He can feel your heart thumping faster and faster. "I want you too tired and distracted after you're done, just– too stupid to care for finding whatever the hell I drew in there. Be- because God knows it is gonna be horrible, Al, don't even..."

Alex grabs your face with a firm hand, his thumb digging into the skin near your mouth and the rest of his fingers wrap tightly around your jaw.

"Shhhhh... dove..."

You whimper quietly at his cooing, the contrast between his soft murmurs and the strength in his hand causes your mind to get filthier with each breath. And not just your mind, really, you would be pressing your thighs together right now if he wasn't straddling them so rudely. He presses his cheek against yours, his mouth just hovering over your ear. Tilting his head back for a few seconds, just to see your pretty earring up close. It makes him smile, even though he can barely make it out of the darkness.

"You've got to stop it, love, stop hiding. I need to keep seeing you, all of it, okay?"

You nod the best you can, chest trembling and hips twitching from the intensity of his words. Alex keeps hushing you as his touches travel down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. Tracing the hem, tapping his blunt fingernails over your stomach like he might do to the strings of a guitar he's yet to be familiar with.

Alex sits back, pulling away from you entirely with a huff. He grabs your sketchbook from where you left it earlier. A twitch in his bicep and a weary sigh on his lips, as if he's been forced to pick up some of kind of evidence.

You try to touch his knee, or just any part of him that you can possibly reach, but your fingers accidentally curl over him right where a bruise is still blooming and tender on his thigh and he hisses.

Cool cat... or is he, really?

It is something of a blur after that. Like you pressed a button and you are waiting to find out if it was the good one or not.

Alex takes your sketchbook and lets the poor thing covered in charcoal marks rest in the drawer of your nightstand.

The sheets he has tangled himself in bother him way too much. And they smell like you, as always, it is messing with his head right now and more importantly, it makes him want to mess with yours. He pushes them away, your relentless pawing at the worn white fabric anything but helpful.

Alex tugs at your shirt to pull it up, too, so he isn't the only one feeling cold and exposed. He clutches your waist, settling lower on the bed this time and resting his cheek on your hip. You can feel his chain touch you. He looks up.

"This– can you feel it?" He gently caresses, presses down on your lower tummy with his fingers, before moving his face slightly and planting a soft kiss right there. "This is where I need to be."

Just that sentence, the last one — it makes you cry out, your shaky hand coming down to grip his hair.

"No need for any... paper or ink or cameras. It is just us, dove. Even put the sketchbook away for you, so just let me, huh? It'll feel much better, 'cause it is more special."

A muffled keen leaves your lips when he starts to slowly slide your underwear down your legs. You didn't even realize you were biting down on your knuckles until now. Until you see the red mark you have left on your hand and the string of saliva connecting your parted mouth to it.

Alex stops when he hears the desperate noise you make, frowning. Something felt off. He lies down beside you now. Face to face. His touches turning delicate and patient, instead of demanding. "What's wrong?" He asks, sweet and every single thing that makes your heart ache all over again. He strokes your cheek, gentle warmth spreading over the parts he had grabbed and got a bit close to bruising earlier. Your eyes grow softer and so does his.

"I'm cold, Al. But if you put a blanket over me... I'm gonna get sleepy, too."

He kisses your lips once. A reward for not hiding from him again, perhaps.

Alex studies your hazy gaze for a moment. He grabs the blanket you had apparently used as a pillow when you hopped on his bed a few hours ago. Pecks your collarbone, covering the both of you with that warm blanket and he smiles as you move lazily to curl up against him properly.

It is easy for him to adore the way you cling to him, let out a soft noise when you are shifting to your side and swinging your leg over his, remembering that the only thing you are wearing is your shirt not exactly right on time.

"Pardon me, if I sound too crude, but..." He chuckles against your neck, the sound scratching his throat. "You were– well, are, fucking dripping, girl."

You giggle. "What was that word? Ah, yeah. Honeysop."

"You are ridiculous." He shakes his head and tuts when you try to move away from him, wrapping an arm around your torso and hugging you even closer than before. "No. No hiding, stay here."

There is a soft smile on your face, your mind full of fuzzy, messy bits and you are sure that feeling his warm breath on your skin must be something from your personal heaven.

Your voice comes out as a quiet, soft murmur. "I don't know what it is, but, sometimes you say things in a certain way and it just... there is this moment after I hear you, when I feel as if you could do anything you wanted to me and it would– nothing else could possibly be better than that."

Alex kisses your temple, carding his fingers through your hair. "That's a lot."

You squirm. "Maybe that's what makes it special... no? You said it was–"

"You pay a lot of attention to what I say, you know? I think that's exactly what makes it special." Another kiss. "That I trust you to see me... like I want to be seen. Not differently, you used that word, and I got a bit silly over it. It's never about differences between us. I try not to make it about them, at least."

"Always had a thing for that," you say, a bitter-sweet tint to your tone. "Contrasting subjects, juxtaposition... maybe that's why I got into painting, too. And oh, yes, there we have another difference for us to avoid admitting to, I guess," you laugh.

"Is this funny to you? Or are you just... amused by it?"

"Why?"

"You are laughing."

"I'm tired."

He could close his eyes and he would still be able to see the smile and that hidden yawn in your voice.

Alex sighs, delighted.

"I guess you're just gonna have to sleep now, then, honeysop."

[merakiui]

since heartslabyul has a courtroom, i wonder if any of the students ever have danganronpa-style debates in there. stealing riddle's tart is tantamount to homicide (pre-overblot), so now it's the most convoluted debate ever just to prove your guilt/innocence. T_T

[ardentpoop]

omfg. I’m reading through the comments on a popular S/D fic that made some less than fanon-compliant choices and remembering that this is simply NOT my audience 😭😭😭😭

getting pissed off on behalf of the author even though as a reading experience it was mostly just Pretty Good! to me because I am insanely picky when it comes to fic in this fandom especially (Pretty Good is high praise from me wrt popular S/D fic lol; most of the stuff elicits a range of negative responses in me)

[jesswritesthat]

Oikawa Tōru: Abnormality (Part 4)

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: A slow-ish burn

• You had your own plans set in motion since graduation, planning only a select few had come to learn. With everything in place, it was time to see Oikawa in Argentina for the final time.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers

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"(Y/n)...?" The only person you knew in this area of Argentina was currently in Japan afterall...

"Um (L/n)! My apologies, in Japanaese it's (L/n) first..."

The Spanish speaker instantly corrected themselves, approaching you with mild apologetic hesitance since you were mid-call which prompted you to abruptly end it due to sudden realisation.

"No way, hi— I gotta go, enjoy Miyagi and talk soon." Once ending the call to a concerned Oikawa, the person had your full attention, a warm smile on your face due to the initial recognition.

"Brajkovic-san, you know who I am?" The language barrier was tricky to navigate, but you hadn’t been learning Spanish for nothing.

“Yes, thank Tōru Oikawa for that. So would you like to meet the team since you're here?" The player graciously laughed, nodding in confirmation before gesturing to the VBC training centre behind you both.

"It's best to get acquainted, you might be seeing a lot more of me soon. Thank you."

"Oh yeah? Your Spanish is pretty good, what's going on?" The player raised a sceptical brow, one that led you to manufacturing yet another scheme as you walked into the building.

"Well..."

———

It hadn't been long since you'd felt the sweltering heat of Argentina - the last trip highly productive despite Tōru being absent in Miyagi at the time.

Cheering echoed around you as the final point was scored by perfectly timed spike with a set courtesy of the man previously mentioned.

"Congratulations, Oikawa-chan~"

Praise was expected after games, whether win or lose because the entity of the team was talented in their own right. Not many voices could speed up his heartrate though, and only one could get his skin exceptionally hotter even after a high-cardio match.

"(Y/n)..."

It was disbelief initially, sweeping smile blinding you when he’d jogged toward you eagerly, gaze scanning your entire figure.

"My jersey - how did you...?"

"I had help, from your teammates." You nodded gratefully to Brajkovic and the others who each wore knowing smiles.

"You could've just asked me, I would've got one for you!"

"Then you wouldn't have been surprised! I wanted to do something worthwhile for you since you're always doing that for everyone else." Came your reply, his justification falling flat due to how flustered you’d gotten him with words alone.

"Why— why would you— (Y/n)! You can't say things like that!"

"Okay, think of it as me putting a price on you - about €30 to be exact." You comprisimised with a teasing tone, one he’d missed greatly if he’s honest with himself.

"Eh?!"

"Yeah, I brought Brajkovic-san lunch as a thanks."

"I'll address being worth more than €30 another time but for now: You went on a date with my teammate - before me?!" The petty attitude of Oikawa had kicked in now, hands placed on your shoulders, even it was delivered dramatically there was noteable heartache etched into his eyes.

"In my defence Tōru, you never asked."

"Fine! Go on a date with me!" Pouting, he crossed his arms over his chest as if challenging you.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Meanwhile the San Juan team overlooked the scenario, amused but also confused as they muttered to one another.

"...is that the Japanese custom?"

"I don't think so, it's just Tōrus' custom."

"It sucks. (Y/n) and I didn't even go on a date." Brajkovic added assuredly, his team nodding along in awe.

"But it worked."

There was a moment of laughter as he left with his team to get changed, only offering you a small wistful smile as he disappeared.

Soon he’d returned freshly changed as dismissed for the day, you hadn’t waited long but he apologised anyway before reaching the exit of the venue.

"We'll walk, I know places."

"I can drop you off if—"

"It's bright outside so we can walk, thanks though." Your offer was immediately cut short by his decisive assurance but the instance of it left you questioning.

"Why'd you wanna walk, so you could show me the sites?"

To as spend as much time with you as possible before you leave again.

"To increase the chances of you tripping over so I can film it for blackmail." Oikawa taunted proudly, phone waving in his hand as emphasis.

"Not if you trip over first Captain." As you'd spoken, you'd pushed him off the path and Oikawa gave a mocking noise before nudging you back.

———

Casual conversation fuelled your sunset walk, the two of you playfully flirting with one another whilst Oikawa pointed out various things on the route like a tour guide. However, when passing a familiar building you took over and pointed across the street.

"That school has an amazing education programme, I can't wait to start teaching it next month."

"Next month? That's an odd time frame." It had gone right over his head, your sheer nonchalance about the whole thing certainly aided that, and you’d decided your follow up would reveal everything.

"Well yeah, I need time to settle into my apartment and move my furniture in. Although I suppose that's far too organised for you to comprehend huh~"

You noticed the accompanying steps subside paces back, yourself stopping and turning back to a frozen Oikawa who stared at you incredulously.

"You're - you're staying here?” He’d pointed to the pavement with both index fingers (a failed reference to Argentina you’d admit). “You're living here?!"

"I told you before we graduated that I had dreams to follow dumbass, god don't you listen?"

He caught up to you, standing opposite with his usual (non)charming disposition that you’d grown so fond of.

"Most things leaving your lips were insults, of course I didn't listen - and what about Makki?! You two live together right?"

"We agreed to go our separate ways so Hiro moved to Tokyo for work and I came here." Accompaning your wistful smile, a touch of longing there due to parting from your best friend.

"Sorry, I need to process this, uh feelings too -and I feel a lot right now- explain it to me again?" He shook his head, running his fingers through his auburn hair apologetically.

"I got qualifications in Spanish, which means I can teach Art here and hold Japanese language classes for extra money if necessary. Honestly I'm surprised you didn't work out my plans, Great King." You playfully enlightened, admiring the cute scoff he gave you at the nickname, softly continuing with a bit of nonchalance. "And well, one of my dreams happened to be in Argentina so..."

"You came here for me?" There was a a spark of hopefulness, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with a brightness you hadn’t seen since you’d first kissed him all those years ago.

"Ah no, you're a nightmare but the sun here is gorgeous~"

"Whilst we're on the subject, I'd like to reiterate that this nightmare is worth more than 30 Euros!"

Rolling your eyes at the remark, you proceeded walking and continued the conversation topic.

"When you were in Miyagi last time, I thought you would've asked me to come with you. It'd be funny, as my answer would've been yes."

"I thought about it, god I desperately wanted to, it killed me. But I didn't want to put either of us through that again." Oikawa admitted sheepishly, flicking his gaze to the sky wearing a sentimental expression.

"Look at you, getting all mature. Well, occasionally."

"Excuse you!"

"Yes excuse me, I need directions so I can account for how long it’ll take me to get back."

"I'll walk you to..." Your hotel? Your apartment? The whole thing was still incomprehensible to him, dreams don't normally come true so effortlessly. Though he supposes you'd had your turbulences along the way.

"My new home? Of course, I'll show you around, it's quite cute actually." You grinned brightly, pulling the route up on your mobile whilst Tōru only raised an expectant brow.

"I'll have to show you mine, it's what cute actually looks like."

"Yeah, you're looking at it~" Came your smug grin, confident but playful finger guns sent to the Setter who only rolled his eyes. Yet when you'd looked away laughing, he couldn't help the loving smile gracing his lips nor the look of pure adoration crossing his eyes.

It was more than simply 'cute' he was looking at...

It was enough to subdue a snarky remark form his lips, the lack thereof surprising you greatly, but you'd let it be. This time whilst you navigated the direction, Oikawa idly typed away in his device too - more accurately hitting up the group chat.

[ Tōru: GUESS WHAT!!!! 💕🫶✨🎉🔥 ]

[ Hajime: What? ]

[ Takahiro: always so dramatic 💕🫶✨🎉🔥 ]

[ Mattsun: ^^^ ]

[ Tōru: I'll complain about you being rude later because I'm too happy - (Y/n) is staying in Argentinaaaa!!! With me!!!!! ]

[ Takahiro: yeah and what 💀 ]

[ Tōru: Obviously you knew, this ain't for you 😤🙄 ]

[ Mattsun: We all knew tho... lol you didn't??? ]

[ Tōru: Um? Excuse me? ]

[ Hajime: (Y/n) told us a month ago, they had a leaving party and everything. ]

[ Tōru: Oh? And my BEST FRIEND; my PARTNER; my favourite ACE didn't tell me? Iwa-channnnnn 😭🥺🥺 ]

[ Hajime: I heard that in your annoying whiny tone and it still grates me. Thought you knew, but get over it and go see the love of your life dumbass. ]

[ Tōru: EWWWWW!!! Disgusting 🤢🤮 Hate the very air they breathe, couldn't even look at (Y/n) for 5 seconds thx 💀 ]

[ Mattsun: (Y/n) feels the same about u 🤡 ]

[ Takahiro: true. as the best roomate and human (Y/n) knows - i vouch for what Mattsun says ]

"Everything okay?" Your teasing and knowing tone cut through his thoughts, the brunette looking to you quizzically.

"Oh yeah, just a bit distracted."

"Me too, but Mattsun is right by the way." You knew, how could you have possibly my known?

"What?!"

"I feel the same about you." Was your innocent response, two digits moving to your lips accompanied by a false gag noise, and a smug smirk on your face. Oikawa silently cursing Makki as his name lit up your notifications, the Captain whining his complaints until you’d reached your home.

———

Once arriving at your newly dubbed residence, you excitedly let him inside and skipped over a few lingering boxes filled with unpacked belongings. The necessities and personal touches were evident though, but Oikawa didn't even think before he thoughtlessly spoke.

"Y'know you could've just moved in with me..."

"What?"

"I mean we know each other and stuff, just nevermind. Your place is pretty okay looking, not as good as mine but I'll let it slide." He’d said it like it didn’t mean anything, like it was a normal thing for two friends to do. Except, you hadn’t been ‘just friends’ for a very long time.

"I'll let you slide down the toilet in a minute Shittykawa."

"So rude! That's not how you treat a celebrity houseguest (Y/n)-chan~"

You froze at the familiarity, staring at him hopelessly, like a deer in headlights. It's been a while since he'd called you that... adding that damned '-chan' to the end of your name like a stupid insult. Endearment.

"No comeback? That's not— what's wrong?"

"You added '-chan' to my name." A breath. "It's... nice to hear."

"I never thought I..." Regaining composure, Oikawa was quick to recover. "Aw do you miss it? I knew you secretly loveds it my darling little (Y/n)-chan~"

"Hell no, you ruined it. I take it back, it was a moment of weakness. Missing you must've gotten to me." Dismissively waving your hand, but he’d caught it effortless when closing in on you.

"For what it's worth, I missed you too. I'm glad, that I get to spend my life with you again."

"Yeah, me too Tōru."

It was a heavy and understanding atmosphere, an intimate but comforting air that lingered around the two of you and making it difficult to breathe in the silence of years of built up things left unsaid. Even if only centimetres apart, touching him felt like shattering the fragile wall of glass you'd always kept between you.

"So uh... what do I taste like?"

It was Tōru who'd spoken, your fingertips immediately withdrawing when he'd looked up from the floor.

"What?"

"Before I left the first time, you— you said you wanted to know, I just never found the right moment to ask." The was a hint of awkwardness lacing his tone, as shaky as it was. He was nervous now, a side you'd rarely ever seen as if he was mistaken. He wasn't, but that only fuelled your flustering.

"O-oh, I did didn't I? Can I… check again?"

There was a brief indication, him immediately understanding what you’d wanted and gave a small curt nod instantly, tilting to give you easier access. Then your lips brushed his, warm and careful like you were testing the waters, before an encapsulating warm captured you. The kiss was as heart racing as the last, but more tentative, and full of possibility. Even when you pulled away.

"It was different than the first Tōru, now you taste like watered down strawberries..."

"And?" Oikawa lowly poised, indicative in every sense of the word.

You kissed him again.

"Velvety vanilla cream..."

And again.

"Mm." His pretty whines were sweet, you'd noted.

Again.

"Your lips are, well fine I guess, I'd say €25. So, what do I taste like Tōru?" A wicked smirk danced on your lips, now deeper in colour, but ever the charmer Oikawa was immediate on his response.

"My lovely, beautiful, (Y/n)-chan - poison, specifically made with venom because of your mean tongue. Plus I'm priceless~"

"Hey! Is that some kinda witch reference? I thought we moved past that!" You argued back, the two of falling into playful taunting once more, like you’d never been apart.

"Never~ You taste like me then, since you couldn't get enough!"

"Oikawa!"

—

Maybe you'd both grown individually, but some things never changed - like the unique relationship you shared...

Although as the Setter skilfully dodged your strategic attempts at getting him back as you both raced around your home, he couldn't help but realise your signature taste hadn't changed either.

You weren't poison or anything of the sort, you never had been (only, Tōru could never pass up an opportunity to irritate you).

You didn't taste like him either (as much as he'd like you to), your lips had a unique flavour all of their own, an all encompassing heat that haunted him from the moment he'd kissed them years ago.

How could he say that though?

Just how was he supposed to illiterate, that you had always tasted like 'home'?

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[lomliverpool]

❛ captured memories. ❜ … trent alexander-arnold

‣ hana’s notes : just watched inside liverpool of the kit launch and trent coming out of the photo booth got me thinking 🥹…… im just so obsessed with writing lovesick!trent & lovesick!reader so this is what you get <3

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The chilly wind was biting your cheeks making you cuddle up more into your boyfriend’s arm. You were already wearing a coat but Trent’s warmth was more comfortable.

He looked at you with a smile, eyes all soft as they glanced over your figure. “Ya cold, baby?”

You sniffled, nudging your nose into his arm more, “Jus’ a little.”

Trent can tell that wasn’t entirely the case, but before he could tease you more about it, your eyes lit up by something in front you.

“Trent, look! There’s a photo booth!”

There was just a couple that got out of the photo booth and you were already buzzing with excitement. “Can we go?” you asked, a pout forming on your lips, hoping that it could sway your boyfriend.

Trent was already agreeing with you, you didn’t even have to put on that cute face of yours. Anything you want Trent would get it for you.

He chuckled, leaving a peck on your forehead, “ ‘f course, baby.” he hand grazed your cheek. Your cheeks were freezing.

You squealed and quickly dragged him to the photo booth. Luckily it wasn’t already occupied, so you both took your seat, shrugging off your thick coat.

“Alright, so we need to plan the poses!”

Trent was listening intently to every single thing you were saying. Although he did got distracted at times by how pretty you were, and the way your smile is just so captivating, it took him in a daze.

“Got it?”

A fond smile formed on his face, it instituted his cute dimples which made you smile wider.

“Yeah, I got it.”

After taking three photo shots, you were on your last one. He knew you where most excited about it. Your idea pose was him kissing you on the cheek while holding your jaw as you grin the biggest grin of your life. You said that it would look pretty. It was actually based on a photo that Robbo took of you two at an after party when Liverpool have won the UCL. It was one of the first picture of you both as a couple so you were trying to recreate that memory.

“Last one!”

The machine was already counting down so you got into your pose, already smiling the widest smile you could until your cheeks were starting to hurt.

10 . . .

9 . . .

Trent couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even after the previous pictures where the camera click had went off. His eyes were stuck on you, taking in your features.

8 . . .

7 . . .

He softly moved his hand up your neck and to your jaw. The veins of his hands sending little bumps across your skin making your stomach flutter.

6 . . .

As it hit 5, Trent whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

4 . . .

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “Course you can, handsome.” patting his thigh using your hand that was already resting there.

Before you know it, Trent was turning your head to face his, his warm hand now navigated around the back of your neck. His pillowy lips landed on yours, as his other hand wrapped itself around your back, dipping you down a little. Like those romantic movies that you guys always watch. You squeaked out a surprised gasp but immediately calmed down, winding your arms around his shoulders, as you brought him down with you.

1.

You were so lost in each other that you didn’t even notice when the flash had gone off. Your face was hot, your mind was all fuzzy and your heart felt so so full.

Breaking from the kiss with your breaths mingling. Your eyesight was a little blurry so you tried to focus is in by blinking.

“Do you think that’ld look good?” Trent whispered, as he catch his breath. He squeezed your waist, trying to bring your attention to him.

You dumbly nodded your head, “Yeah.”

Trent airily laughed, the kind that brought butterflies to your stomach and its making you feel a little bit dizzy. He pecked your nose, once, twice, your forehead, your cheeks (which was not freezing anymore) and lastly your lips again. He felt like they belonged there, fitting perfectly with yours.

A sudden banging noise can be heard from outside the booth, “Hurry up, then!” you didn’t even realise you have been in there for quite a while.

“Sorry!” you yelled out, quickly grabbing your things and exiting, Trent’s hand bringing you outside. with giggles pouring out of your guys’ lips.

The other pair went inside the booth, shaking their heads and mumbling something under their breath. But you didn’t pay attention, you were all too enamoured by your boyfriend and his previous bold action.

Now, it was your turn to stare at him, taking in his features.

As you both wait for the picture to develop, your arms went around Trent’s waist, his moved to your hips. You were no longer cold, warmth filling your heart along with the tips of your lips as the traces of your boyfriend lingered.

Captured memories to keep forever.

reblog for a kiss <3

[glassmitu]

HI! Could you do a itrapped x *Abnormality Dancin’ Girl* Reader ? So basically pre-forsaken reader met itrapped when they was in high school and then reader got forsakened?

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — Itrapped x Abnormality Dancin' Girl!Reader, one shot

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — hello hello,, this is quite interesting idea, and i really adore it <3

ITRAPPED

To be honest, you were quite suprised that you didn't die, since you took your life because you felt too much envy, not to mention your highschool years.

You really didn't wanted to be close with any of the survivors, since you think it will make you envy someone new even.

So now, you were basically walking around the map with no care, since you can't die in rounds which you discovered.

Before you could even react, a sword slashed itself towards you, somehow you dodged the atttack at least barely,

Shit, it was the killer... You noticed that the killer looked familiar when you looked at them, as the killer were about to attack you then stopped.

Strange, why aren't they attacking you? Then they spoke.

"Wait..[n]?" asked the killer, which you recognized. It was Itrapped, a friend you had made back in your highschool years before becoming obsessed with perfection and all.

You looked at Itrapped, so he is a killer? That was shocking in your opinion, but Itrapped didn't really wanted to hurt you, even if he has to.

Then he spoke again "Stay away, i don't wanna hurt you." he said, and left you. It wasn't a question, more of a order to say..

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[harveybwabbit92]

{Spark doll au}

Blazar: You eat bugs?

{Blazar said pointing and grimacing at the colorful worms R/n was eating.]

R/n: Wha...Oh, no, they're not real worms, it's candy!

Blazar: Candy?

R/n: It's a sweet, like that ice cream you had yesterday.

Blazar: I did not enjoy ice cream much, it hurt my head.

R/n: That's cos you ate it too fast and gave yourself brain freeze.

Blazar: Hmmm.

R/n, holding a worm out to him: Here, (Blazar is hesitant) They're good, I promise they won't give you brain freeze.

[Blazar took the gummy worm from her, The gummy worm looked huge while he was in his doll form. Blazar stared at the gummy creature unsure at first, he sniffed it before taking a small bite out of it; His eyes lit up, and a few moments later he was happily chomping down on it before asking for another one.]