#hehehehe ty for this one. i enjoyed it!

[disturbnot]

mega kick — is your muse a good dancer? what kind of dances are they particularly good at or enjoy?

pokémon TM questions — tentatively accepting!

is ash much of a dancer? why yes. is he a good dancer? hm ... *shakes magic eight ball* ... reply hazy. jokes aside, though, like most fellas with a touch too much energy itching at their bones and a certain silly streak, ash enjoys dancing! (just try not to remind him of all the wild partying he did in his 20s). most of the time it's just for fun, and despite the fact his memories of childhood are now threadbare—mothbitten by trauma—he remembers the dances to many cheesy 80s and 90s pop hits by heart. shame he wasn't born in the tiktok generation, maybe he could have made a buck or two hitting the griddy rather than stepping up to the gods' executioner blocks on the reg! in another lifetime, right? maybe that's why he has enough pent up rage to let loose in a mosh pit as well. god knows our boy contains multitudes. i'm sure that if a punch from him didn't equal certain CTE for the average shmuck, he'd be guilty of the occasional crowdkill. aren't we lucky to be in the world we're in? as well as all this, though, ash has an interesting and vibrant family heritage, replete with the dances and celebrations of his ancestors and the cultures they came from. sometimes he's the first in line at the pallet house bon dance, but also he's all too easy to lose when he's hiding from his grandmother's conchero classes. a mixed bag all round, i'm sure. from feather dancing with his aunt, to the macarena in the middle of the pit, to lazy grooves around the kitchen in the dead of night. is he a good dancer? all down to the beholder, i suppose, but it's a question that means little to man who has always known how to dance like no one is watching.

[domm1etae]

ATEEZ KINKS: WHAT ARE THEY INTO?

(aka: what kinky things i think ateez would like to do?)

welcome to domm1etae's kinktober SPECIAL

MDNI 18+ BLOG

pairing ✭ ateez x gn!reader

nsfw tags under

consensual kink dynamics, bondage, praise kink, size kink, possessiveness, edging, power exchange, and more

author's note: you thought I wouldn’t give you anything OT8, even after doing each member for a whole week? this is literally the cherry on top! mwah! what better way to end my Kinktober than by sharing the kinks I think ATEEZ would be into heheheh

Requests OPEN! - let me know through the ask button if you have any requests and if i can, i will write them!!!

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hongjoong: control & possession

When it comes to Hongjoong, control is a powerful turn-on. Whether it's guiding your movements or leaving you at his mercy, he thrives on dominance and enjoys a balance of power exchange, although he never fully gives it up.

Hongjoong enjoys bondage, tying you up so he can worship every inch of your body at his pace. He loves knowing you’re there, restrained, while he takes his time, whispering praises about how perfectly you respond to him. If you take charge, Hongjoong finds a thrill in tease and denial, loving the way you make him wait, his body tense as he anticipates more. He’s vocal—soft groans escaping as you edge him, his frustration mounting, eyes pleading for release.

Afterward, Hongjoong’s possessiveness kicks in. He’ll pull you close, whispering softly, leaving lingering kisses that remind you who you belong to, never letting you go.

seonghwa: body worship & sensory play

Seonghwa is all about showing affection through slow, deliberate movements. He’s deeply into body worship, treating your body like a canvas, caressing, kissing, and praising every inch with care. His goal is to make you feel adored from head to toe.

He enjoys sensory play, enhancing your pleasure through blindfolds or soft restraints, making sure your senses are heightened with every touch. He savors your reactions, his dark eyes focused on you as he slowly works you up, whispering sweet praises in a low, soothing voice. Seonghwa takes his time, his movements slow and steady, ensuring your pleasure is prolonged.

When it’s over, Seonghwa excels in aftercare. Expect lots of cuddling and soft kisses as he reassures you, letting the intimacy linger long after the physical part ends.

yunho: dominance & praise

Yunho’s size naturally puts him in a dominant role, and he enjoys using it to make you feel both small and protected. He loves praise kink, both giving and receiving. Whether he’s in control or allowing you to take the reins, Yunho wants to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, and he’ll tell you exactly how much he loves how good you make him feel.

Physically, Yunho enjoys pinning you down or manhandling you with ease. His dominance is firm, but he’s always attentive to your needs. He loves seeing the way you respond to him, taking pride in the way your body reacts under his touch. When you praise him, it fuels him even more, pushing him to make you feel as good as possible.

Post-play, Yunho wraps you up in his embrace, murmuring soft praises about how amazing you are as he holds you close.

yeosang: submissive with a hint of brat

Yeosang loves to switch, but there’s a special thrill for him in giving up control. He enjoys being at your mercy, often letting you tie him up or tease him endlessly. But don’t be fooled—he can be a bit bratty. Yeosang will push back just enough to challenge you, daring you to take control and show him who’s boss.

When he’s the one in control, Yeosang takes a slower, more methodical approach. He enjoys teasing, drawing out the anticipation until you’re practically begging for him to take things further. His smirk gives away just how much he enjoys the power he holds over you, and he’ll make you wait until he’s ready.

san: rough play & possessiveness

San thrives on intensity and isn’t afraid to mix rough play with genuine affection. He’s into rough play, loving the push and pull of your bodies, the way he can pin you down or handle you however he likes. His possessive nature often comes through, especially when he’s being a bit rougher—he wants you to know you’re his.

San loves marking, whether it’s biting or leaving hickeys, he enjoys the idea of leaving visible reminders of his claim on you. Despite the intensity, San always makes sure you feel safe. His moments of possessiveness are often followed by soft, tender kisses, as if he’s making up for every bruise or bite mark.

Afterward, San is all about aftercare, running his hands through your hair and whispering softly to ensure you’re comfortable and cared for.

mingi: size kink & obedience

Mingi’s size is a major factor in his kink preferences. He’s into size kink, enjoying how small you feel in his arms, and how easily he can dominate the space around you. There’s something thrilling about using his physicality to make you feel smaller and more vulnerable.

Mingi also enjoys the dynamic of obedience—whether he’s giving or receiving orders. When he’s in control, he loves watching you follow his instructions, his voice deep and commanding as he tells you exactly what to do. But when the roles are reversed, Mingi can be surprisingly obedient himself, whimpering as he follows your commands, his large body trembling under your control.

wooyoung: exhibitionism & tease

Wooyoung’s playful nature makes him gravitate toward exhibitionism and teasing. The idea of being caught, or doing things in public spaces, excites him. He’ll often start teasing you in semi-public places, enjoying the tension that builds as you both try to stay composed.

He’s also a master of teasing, both verbally and physically. Wooyoung loves drawing out the anticipation, pushing you to the edge before pulling away just as you think you’re about to get what you want. His mischievous smirk tells you everything you need to know—he’s going to make you work for it.

He’s vocal too, always making comments that will leave you blushing, whether it’s soft dirty talk or playful teasing designed to push your buttons.

jongho: edging & control

Jongho enjoys being in control, and he’s particularly into edging. He loves the power that comes with keeping you on the edge, bringing you close to release only to pull you back, over and over again. His patience is unmatched, and he finds pleasure in watching you squirm and beg for him to finally let you finish.

But Jongho also enjoys giving up control, letting you edge him until he’s groaning in frustration, his usually calm demeanor breaking as you keep him on the brink. He loves the challenge of maintaining control over himself, though eventually, he’s at your mercy, his breaths shallow as he holds on for as long as he can.

[wintfleur]

SANTA TELL ME

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[god-syndicate-if]

You don’t know the squeak of joy that escaped me when I put Greece as country of origin and to get the super quick dialogue.

So uh, ty it was super lovely to see!

Next: I’m Ngl, I’m so used to see Ares as the guy everyone makes fun of in modern stories, who’s written off as a war hungry chump, that I’m super exited about this! Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure about the story!

Hehehehe, it's one of those secrets that I enjoy when people bring it up. I have more country/state stuff coming up in the next chapter that like 99.99% of people won't see because they're a bit more out there, but its fun.

[cusackswhitehair]

hey im back again.. would you also be up for doing romantic hcs about the bellham/suspicious man too? this part isn't exactly tied to the request, but i imagine whoever he dates to be super weird too considering he says he has deviant tastes. like he could be walking around smelling like straight ethanol and his spouse would just be like

//Desc: TW: Suggestive content (pretty lukewarm don’t worry) Scurrying back for more love to give to these kooks? Sure thing, would do the same thing. Especially with Bellham, I realized I really like writing for him, the guy is such a character. Writing for outlandishly eldritch-ass characters always hits so close to home, like the man would be tucking you in bed at night, kissing your forehead and in the next moment he’s going “Wrong. Bedbug Infestation.” Bellham, the man you are. Thanks for requesting as always! \\

⋆｡𖦹 🪢 Bellham/Suspicious Man Romantic Headcanons 🧪 ⋆｡𖦹

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Bellham, while he wallows in the thought of others struggling in their own minds’ captivity, he’s quite a hedonist himself. Living for his — and his beloveds’ wayward pleasures and tendencies is a must. He’s also prone to worship his admired lover, to cherish them with his eyes’ field, to make them know their worth and superiority. He will quite literally feed you grapes doused in honey. If you were a jewel, he would wear you everywhere, no doubt.

His headless henchmen will also start to serve you, like a secondary master, jumping at your feet like loyal underlings. They are quite sweet and Bellham ( kind of on a “Mi casa es tu casa” basis ) doesn’t even bat an eye, perhaps he’ll click his tongue in dissatisfaction when the henchmen would get a little too pushy on serving you. He would also pull little pranks on them to entertain you, jingling their bell heads while they run around to get it back, all in vain.

If his darling is willing to do so, he will tell them endlessly about his unquenchable interest about Enas. All his observations and fixation materialize in you getting interested in the matter aswell, leading to many unorthodox conversations.

Bellham has been all around the globe, a well travelled man who would love to share all of his observations about this mad, idiosyncratic world. A lot of travels and escapades come into place, where Bellham will be an eager tour guide.

Despite having a rather unnerving look to him, you can spread him on bread for all you know, he’s a sweetheart is what he is. To you at least. Speaking of hands, if his beloved appriciates physical affection, he is more than happy to give it to them. He does have quite the number of hands on him, hugs from those paws are top-notch. Not to mention he can just yoink you right away with the hand under his torso. “OHH. Precious. You Must Know. That I am. All Hand No. Bite. Heheheh.”

Bellham is inclined to enjoy a little ruthless, cruel fun from time to time, but only to entertain his dear lover, of course! He would trap helpless little bugs with his thread and laugh as they would scuffle, toss and turn around in the red weft. “Caught In A Skirmish. Aren’t YOU? Your Worst. FEAR. Doomed Upon YOU. Captivity.” “Oh, Bellham you’re just so wise!”

Of course, if it’s to his beloveds’ heart ( and because he’s a freak ) he will use his threads on you. Even non-suggestively, Bellham will enjoy tying a knot on your finger to express a form of deep companionship and dependence. If it’s on the other way around however… he knows his way around kinbaku and ropes.

With everything in mind, he isn’t perfect unfortunately. Bellham is terrible at texting. Just don’t expect him to get any better. He capitalizes every single word and puts a period right after, it’s a pain to read it. If he even manages to stumble upon GIFS, brace yourself to get the most cheesy, eye sore of a GIF ( probably one of those disgusting, glittery “Good Morning, Have a Great Day” ones ). You can see he’s trying his best.

With all his deviant tastes, Bellham is still quite old fashoined when it comes to love. He would leave flowers at your door all of the time, so don’t be afraid when his henchmen turn up at your door and summon the most breathtaking bouquet of flowers.

Whether their partner likes it or not, and no matter how hard it is to say this, he does smell funky. But not in a way a human being, or any living organism would define smelling “funky” should smell. It’s more of a chemical smell that pricks your nose awhile, you won’t get sick though. Only lovesick if that counts!

It does take some time to get accustomed to all of Bellhams’ antics, but if you do, the next step is to try to outweird him. He does enjoy his partner opening for his deviancies, and don’t think you can’t surprise the old fellow.

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PS: I’ve temporarily closed requests, hopefully not for long, but a good amount of asks have accumulated, so until I finish all of these, it shall be closed ouuuuuuuuuu👻👻👻 Also I got hooked on the game Thronglets from Black Mirror, so those rascals eat up my time too lmaooo

[amoristt]

-- Colossus content???? *Rubs my hands together* Id like to request something slow-burney! maybe hes trying to gain readers trust after she's rescued and brought to the x-mansion?

HEEHEE part 1 to the idea i have for this >:) i hope u enjoy i really i really love a good hurt/comfort and colossus is just so *chef kiss* abt it hehehehe

ty for any reblogs and comments! they make my day <3

4 or 5 moments. 

4 or 5 moments to be a hero. 

4 or 5 moments to make the difference- to teach a broken soul that there was always light at the end of that dark, dark tunnel. 

Colossus was determined to be the hand that guided for each one.

The first moment was quiet. 

Lingering outside one of the many bedrooms of the X-Mansion, a plate of food in one hand a prayer (a glass of water) in the other, Colossus stands. The faint echoes of voices and steps blend into the soft buzzing ambiance wisping through the halls. All the sounds melt into one, a background track looping on repeat day in and day out. It was a good soundtrack. Safe. It always brought him joy to hear such… Casualty. Veins of life snaking through the kitchen, the foyer, the living areas. 

Everywhere, except for your room. No, that space remained just as dead as the day he’d brought you in. You were almost nothing in his arms- a shattered, catatonic little thing with more bruises than not. You didn’t fight. Barely even breathed, let alone moved, as he settled you so gently into your very own bed in your very own room, where he promptly left you to decompress in your very own silence. 

And silent was how it stayed. 

Of course Colossus knew that this would take time. All rehabilitations did. Though he had to admit, the situation he’d found you in was certainly one of the worst. The state he found you in was barely even human- more like a frightened animal who’d been stuck inside a cage. All across the world, small underground facilities were beginning to pop like roaches. In these facilities, poor humans would be bamboozled and subjected to unimaginable torture until they would forcibly mutate. It was a problem the X-Men were growing unfortunately familiar with. 

But this, the horrible place he’d found you in, was the next step on that awful ladder. 

Mutating was rare in general. And sometimes, those with exceptional powers would be carted off to even more secretive places where the days would be spent being a live guinea-pig. The first idea (that Colossus was aware of) was to seemingly extract the mutated genes from the newly-formed mutant to create more. When that didn’t work, they would begin to target the actual DNA itself, see what they could tamper with and what they couldn’t. Broad studies to see what the mutant body could survive were a given. 

There was never, ever a survivor of this. Colossus himself had seen it almost a dozen times now. Bodies strapped to tables, chained to walls, discarded and dismembered. It always made him sick to his stomach, but he choked down the hopelessness of it all. He would be present at every single one, taking down anyone responsible. Searching tirelessly for even the chance of there being a survivor. Even when he knew deep down in his metal heart that he would only be met with more carnage. 

Every room only confirmed that. 

Until he found you. 

You, in what looked like a cubicle of bars, tucked all the way into the corner, unphased by the chaos of the X-Men seizing the facility. When he’d pried his way inside, he expected you to look up at him, beam when you’d learned that you were being saved. That you would be getting out of this place alive unlike the countless before you. The countless that would inevitably be after you. 

But, you didn’t. You didn’t even look at him. There was nothing behind your sullen, empty eyes. If not for the rise and fall of your chest, he would have thought you were dead. When he picked you up into his large arms, you remained still as a statue. No fight, no sounds. He felt pity in his chest- whatever they had done to you, it certainly broke you. You had truly given up.

But this is what the X-Men were for. Saving people. Helping.

And he knew that you, a mutant who’d been through hell and back, could be helped. It was as true as time- Colossus knew it. 

So, he brought you to the X-Mansion. And, after you were medically cleared and cleaned, he knew now would begin the process of bringing you back to life. To plant seeds and nurture them until you bloomed into something beautiful. But, god, seeing you after you’d been so carefully treated, you were still so empty. Free of all the dirt and grime that stuck to your skin, your bruises and cuts only seemed to get worse. No amount of rinsing would restore the color to your eyes. 

No matter. This was the start of your journey, your new life. 

He was careful to give you your space, as much as you needed. Though he had nothing but questions, and nothing but time between missions, he never tried to force you to talk to him. Hell, for now, you didn’t even have to listen to him. Just exist and breathe and feel the soft bed underneath you, the warm blanket on top of you. The warm plates of food he’d bring every morning that you had yet to touch. 

He knew there were only two reactions to the sight of food in the early days of rehabilitation- either instinctual hunger or disinterest. The former was always the best- food, Colossus had found, was always a gateway into conversation. It was a motivator, a doorway. But of course your case had to be the ladder. It had to be hard. Had to be countless breakfasts, lunches, and dinners tossed into the trash with a sigh. He never pushed. Never urged you to eat- just set the plate and a glass of water on the nightstand beside your bed and hoped. 

At the five day mark, he began to feel the seeds of anxiety sprout in his heart. Uncertainty, stress. You had only, so far, drank a few glasses of water, which taught him you were at least acknowledging the meal before you. You were just actively choosing to ignore it. But, regardless, there was some form of survival instinct at play. Dehydration was a killer. And Colossus knew this was a tricky, lengthy process. Enduring who-knows-what levels of torture didn’t seem likely to stir up an appetite, after all. You just needed time.

But then a whole week came and went. 

Seven days with no food in your belly, plus however long it had been since those bastards fed you before he found you. The sprouts of anxiety had turned into creeping vines that squeezed tighter with every failed attempt to get you to eat something. At this rate, he feared you would die of malnutrition before you even got the chance to heal. Time was the answer- he knew that, it had to be. It always was- but how long could you go?

Colossus stared at the door in front of him, oddly finding himself working up the courage. Was his presence frightening you? Was his size intimidating? Should he send NTW in instead? Doubting himself was a foreign concept but this was something more sensitive than he’d anticipated. 

When he finally reaches for the knob and turns it, he cracks the door open and pauses. Just long enough to show you that you have the option to stop him. You never do. Never even acknowledge his presence at all. Always tucked on your side curled into a fetal position with the blanket up to your ears, unmoving, unblinking. Like a corpse. More than a few times you’d frightened him until he learned that you weren’t dead, just simply… Not all there. Alive, breathing, but not there. 

The first sign that there was brain activity at all was when the shaking began. After a few days, when he’d bring you breakfast, you’d start to shake like a leaf as he stood over you. Scared, you would curl into yourself just a little tighter. It broke his heart, but it also told him something. 

It told him you were starting to take in your environment. And that reminded him that under all that trauma-induced catatonia, there was life.

Colossus was determined to bring that life back into you. Something drew him to it, no matter how frustrated he felt at every hurdle. He was nothing if not patient. 

It’s the second time he’s visited you so far today. The first, like always, was when the sun had just breached over the horizon. He would poke his head through the door as quietly as a giant metal man could be and make sure you were still alive. So far, he was met with that rise and fall of your chest, and he was satisfied. 

Now he brings breakfast, the first meal of the day and in his opinion, the most important. Two pieces of bacon, an egg, a slice of toast, and of course a tall glass of water. Simple, easy to digest and balanced. Just the way it should be. With the daily hope of today being the day, he walks inside and say’s a soft goodmorning. You, of course, remain quiet. 

But, to his shock, progress had been made yet again. 

You aren’t laying on your side curled pathetically into yourself. Your back is to the headboard, knees brought up to your chest, head ducked into them. The blanket pools around your waist. Your arms wrap around yourself like a barrier from the outside world, protecting you from everything. Even him. 

“I’ve brought you breakfast,” He starts for the eighth day in a row, setting the plate and water on the nightstand. “You should eat something today.”

Every morning Colossus drew just a little bit closer to you when he’d speak to you. Now, eight days later, he stands a mere few feet from you. You didn’t acknowledge him, but that was okay. Today was already starting off miles better than any other had thus far.  Much like the other rehabilitation cases he’d taken on, he wished he could read your mind. Wished he could peek into the twists and turns of your psyche, the quiet horrors that buried you alive. He was determined to see you breach the surface, see the color light back into your eyes. 

In the meantime, he knew these first baby steps were pivotal, and as much as he despised pushing you… An entire week at the very least with an empty stomach was nothing to mess with. He didn’t have much of a choice. .

“It has been days. You must eat something.”

He sighs deep in his metal chest, looks over at you and makes a mental note that the bruises on your elbows and wrists have begun to fade. That, and another even more subtle splash of progress: you weren’t shaking. Not yet, anyways. It’s a small victory he takes in stride, another successful baby step. 

The expected silence is heavy. Of course he’s the one to break it, sucking in a short breath before he hesitantly sits down at the edge of the bed. He tries to settle as quietly as possible given how… Intimidating his size can be, but he can’t stop the way the bed dips underneath him. He rests his hands in his lap and stares down at the floor. 

“I know you are frightened,” He starts softly, cringing when he shifts his weight and the bed groans under his weight. You’ve still yet to start trembling thankfully- it grants him a glimmer of hope. He eyes the plate. “This is much to take in. But, you are safe here. You can take as much time as needed. But until then, you must eat.”

No response. Just sullen, quiet fear. He doesn’t push any harder than that- leaves you to settle once more and shuts the door behind him as gently as he could manage. 

In stark contrast, the rest of the mansion is buzzing with life, as always. After his visit with you, Colossus returns to his daily schedule, a modest routine that has him bounding for the wide, open yards to get his daily workout in. The radio chirps at him, the sun is bright, the grass is soft. Afterwards, he makes himself lunch, reads a few chapters of his book. A quiet, mundane albeit lovely day thus far.  

Through it all, he tries to fight off a nagging anxiety that’s been building in his chest. He wasn’t a man of doubts, but a part of him wasn’t so sure anymore. He wasn’t sure what the next step would entail if the food remained untouched. He wouldn’t force feed you. God, no. It would decimate any and all hopes for you to trust him. He’d likely have to transfer you to some specialized hospital, somewhere you could be monitored. But even that was so… cold, so sterile. You needed warmth, peace. You needed to see life would continue on. Not a hospital room and a dozen white coated strangers poking at you in all directions. 

He steps down the hall, his normally confident gait staggering just a little. Just enough. For all he knew maybe you had some sort of healing factor- but even so, would it be able to save you from malnutrition? Hunger was also certainly a killer. Worries gnaw at him- what if your body gave way before you could even get the chance to come around? There was so little of you already.

When he reaches your door, he can’t help but pause, staring at the wooden entry before him. Carefully, he turns the knob, and like always, waits for the chance you may stop him. You don’t- he steps inside. 

You’re laying on your side, back facing him, a position he’s grown used to seeing. Naturally, on instinct by now, he scans for the rise and fall of your chest. The evidence of life. His breath leaves him in relief when he finds it. The curtains blow gently in the breeze. The sun, high overhead in the blue sky, haloes you. He approaches as quietly as a metal man can. When he’s close enough to take in your expression, he can’t help but appreciate your features. You’re sleeping, eyelashes heavy on your cheekbones and your body void of all its tensions. Peaceful, unaware. He wished to see more of it. 

But, he backs away, and glances at the plate. 

He sucks in a sharp breath of pure, genuine joy when it sits empty. His heart rate picks up in seconds flat, a grin spreading over his face before he even realized it. All those anxieties that had been creeping through his chest like slithering veins evaporate, replaced by a sense of relief he doesn't feel himself experiencing too often. It catches him off guard, has to breathe to settle back down. 

He knew it. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it. Why had he been so worried? Why had he been so doubtful of his efforts, of yours? All you needed was time. And now that you’d taken this shaky step, you had accepted the chance to heal. Even the glass of water was empty. You wanted to live, horrified and uncertain or not. While he takes in the incredible sight before him, you sigh in your restful slumber and nestle even more into the bed. 

Colossus plucks the plate from the nightstand and mentally rejoices. It’s a little victory- one of the most simple, but it speaks volumes over all else. He stacks the cup onto the plate and balances it in one hand, the other hesitantly reaching out for your sleeping form. Gently, carefully, he catches the fabric of your blanket between his fingers and drags it up to your chin, tucks you in just a little more. 

Oh, how he smiles when you nestle into it. You nuzzle the blanket and hum- a tune that reaches him like a beautiful song. It’s the first noise you’ve made since you’d arrived- and it was so lovely. He can audibly hear you relax, accepting. 

The walk back to the door is one of victory. The door is shut behind him just as quietly as before. The road ahead was long and winding, he was sure, but there would be an end. You would get better. He just knew it. 

He carries that plate into the kitchen like it’s an award.

[ravenwriter16]

hiiii! I have a lil what-if question! how would the emperors (mainly eclipse) react to a y/n who is obsessed with the architecture and the politics of the kingdom? like they always wanna join eclipse as he does paperwork (even thought it’d look boring to any other kid), and even join his meetings with officials if possible. and they even take notes, like what they’d do to solve a problem or questions they have! ty for reading <3

Hehehehe, I took this ask and RAN with it. Hope you enjoy!

You look over the scrolls of blueprints holding possible designs for the new schoolhouse. You had worked for days trying to get the permission of the Imperial Table to start on this project of yours, and now you could finally break ground!

With this new building, every child regardless of class can get an education! Just like you had all those years ago.

You look over your shoulder at the giant pin board you had put together. Eyes following the lines of red yarn from one document to the other.

"Maybe...if we build using dragon scales, we wouldn't have to pay fees for wood and stone in the long run--,"

A knock on your door startles you slightly. You sigh and rub your temple, "Come in."

Eclipse steps into the room, his glasses hanging from the chain around his neck. He must have just gotten done with his paper work.

Oh joy...

He smiles when he sees you but it falters when he notices your own pile of scrolls and paperwork. Walking further into the room, he waves in a servant pushing a cart full of food.

"Good afternoon, little comet."

"Eclipse." You give a curt nod, squinting your eyes at a certain sketch on your board.

"Busy day so far?" He muses, walking right up next to you.

You shrug, "I guess. I had to deal with Baron Ruxley in regards to funding for school supplies."

"Is that pig still refusing to budge?" Eclipse glances over at you.

"Yeah...Where you able to review the proposed budget I sent you." You walk up to your board and unpin some cloth. You still needed to decide on colors...

"I did." He hums, lifting a hand and moving some hands behind your ear. You flinch while he smiles, "Beautiful."

You move away from his hand and head over to your scrolls, "W-what did you think of the proposal?"

Eclipse sighs and waves dismissively, "It was too little. Why did you ask for such an amount? You merely have to say the word, and I will give you mountains of gold."

You shake your head, "One needs to put the frog in cold water first if one needs to boil it. If I asked for millions upon millions of gold, the nobles would be opposed to the idea of building the school."

"You shouldn't dwell on what those fools think. Me and your fathers hardly care--,"

"And that's why there is a faction trying to take all three of you down and reclaim the throne." You huff, looking over at him while placing a hand on your hip, "You out of all people should know that better than anyone.

"Of course I do." Eclipse rolls his eyes, "I would have never gotten my position if I was oblivious to such things."

"Then please just treat this project normally. As if a normal person proposed it instead of me."

"But you have hardly shown this much passion for ANYTHING in years." Eclipse gives you a sad smile, "I just want to help..."

You sigh which turns into a yawn towards the end. "Just...treat it like normal...Oh! And thanks for letting me listen in on your meeting the other day."

"Why of course. I was surprised to see you taking more notes--,"

"I have to make sure I know the ins and outs of the Imperial Laws."

"Hmm..."

You both sit in silence for a good few minute. Simply just being with each other. Eclipse taps his fingers on his hips, thinking of...something.

"When is that last time you took a break?" He eyes you up and down as you plop down in your desk chair.

"Uhmmm..." you drag a hand down your face, "Yesterday..."

Eclipse's rays twitch, "What?"

"Yesterday." You shrug and fold your hands over your stomach, "I caught a stroke of inspiration last night and haven't stopped yet. I finished the blueprints for the science wing of the school, so that's a plus--,"

"So that's why you didn't come down for supper last night?" Eclipse's voice starts gaining a bit of a growl to it, "And why you didn't come to breakfast OR lunch?"

You blink and look back down at him, "I did?...huh..."

Eclipse sighs and pinches the spot between his eyes, "What am I going to do with you..." He snaps his fingers and the servant pushes the cart closer to you both, "I took the liberty of bringing you some snacks. Eat."

"Thanks, but I still have so much to do." You shake your head and hold up a finger for each item you list off, "I have to double check the finalized budget, find vendors who are willing to see the actual school-equipment, schedule a meeting to discuss funding with some willing nobles, then I also have to go down to the site where we are planning to build and--,"

You stop when a large warm hand cups your cheek. "Sweetie...Though I am happy that you are finally taking your duties as Crown Princess seriously, and I LOVE talking to you about the affairs of our Empire, working yourself to the bone while also neglecting your needs is something I cannot let slide."

"Oh please..." You roll your eyes, "Surely as Emperor--,"

"I am not talking to you as Emperor." Eclipse shakes his head, his gaze softening, "I'm talking to you as your Father."

You sigh and look over at the food, "You're not going to stop bothering me unless I eat something, are you?"

"Oh most definitely." He chuckles while smirking.

You groan and roll your eyes again, but a small smile works its way on your lips all the same. You get up from your chair, stretching out your back. Eclipse's smile grows as you head to the cart.

"Fine...But you're eating with me." You look over your shoulder at him, "Need to make sure you didn't drug all of this."

Eclipse laughs and nods his head, "Of course, little comet~."

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summary:

Tengen ropes Kyojuro into helping with one of the strangest missions of his life, leaving him unsure of what to do with all the complicated feelings it inspires. So of course Akaza has to show up and make everything even worse.

Kyojuro thought Tengen had been insane for this plan, and the longer it went on, the more sure of it he was. He was sure of it when he proposed it, he was sure of it as Kyojuro had been wrapped in women’s clothes, he was sure of it as Tengen actually managed to sell him to one of the houses, and he was sure of it as he did his very best not to get caught, by either the demon they were hunting, nor all the women and girls within the house. He was fairly certain a few had already figured him out… 

It made him uncomfortable, considering that. Well, this entire situation made him feel uncomfortable, and he really rather wished that Tengen had waited for some actual female slayers to be available. He felt so… out of place. A feeling of wrongness had settled within his body and on his skin that had never been quite so strong before. He felt the clothes against his skin in a way he never had before, the makeup felt thick and itchy on his face, his hair felt too pristine. He truly had no idea how he hadn’t been called out as a man the second any of the women here had laid eyes on him. 

And yet… 

They hadn’t. In fact, they treated him with a kinship that Kyojuro had never once experienced, and a part of him felt guilty that he was granted it. 

“Oh, Kyoka-san, you’ve got a loose lock of hair!” one of the girls said as she leaned over to tuck said lock of hair behind his ear. “Do you want help fixing it? It won’t be long at all before the night starts in earnest, and the lady of the house will want everyone in pristine shape! Especially the new faces.” 

Kyojuro laughed nervously at the girl’s close proximity, doing his best to keep his voice higher, coming more from his head than down in his chest, like Tengen had coached, but he thought it only made him sound ridiculous. Not at all like a woman. Just… a man doing a poor imitation of one. “I’m quite alright,” he assured her. “I can take care of it! Or Inos—Inoko can help me…” 

The girl’s expression softened, and Kyojuro suddenly felt rather guilty that he had forgotten her name. He’d just been so on edge since this whole charade had started. He could barely remember the aliases Tengen had given them, let alone the names of any of the people he’d met since he ended up here. 

“Yes, she came here with you, didn’t she? Are you related?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “I know of some sisters who work in the same houses. But you don’t look very much alike.” 

“Um, just family friends,” Kyojuro lied with a forced smile. 

The girl hummed and nodded, as if this made sense, even though it didn’t, and Kyojuro realized she was likely just being polite by not pointing out his obvious fib. Perhaps it was the same reason she didn’t point out that he was obviously a man who had been shoved in women’s clothes. “Well, better get to it then. Like I said, the night is about to get started. Since you’re so new I doubt you’ll have many, if any, customers, but you should still be presentable. Like I said, the lady of the house will expect it.” 

“Mmhm!” Kyojuro nodded vigorously, and backed a few hasty steps away. “I’ll head back to my room and fix it up straight away.” Hopefully his fingers weren’t quite so clumsy this time and he didn’t miss any pieces. He was glad he’d always paid such good attention to Mitsuri when she styled her hair, otherwise he would have been clueless about how to handle this. 

The girl’s expression softened. “Hey… don’t worry about it too hard. I know this can all be overwhelming when you’re first getting settled in and used to it. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just wanted to let you know before someone less… gentle did.” 

Kyojuro waved his hands and shook his head in an effort to placate her. “Oh, I know! It was very kind of you! I apologize if I came across as ungrateful or rude.” 

“Not at all, I just—” 

Kyojuro did not give her the chance to finish, and twisted on his heel to rush back to his room, not caring for how even if she hadn’t before, she definitely thought he was rude now. Not that he had it in him to care currently. He just… 

He needed a moment. 

He needed a moment and the night had not even truly begun. 

He could only hope and pray that no men showed an interest in him. Because if they did, he knew he could never play it off. They would find out. Which was a horrifying thought. He was not quite sure why it was such a horrifying thought, such a humiliating one. Well, no, it must be because he did not want to mess up this mission. Messing it up meant that Tengen’s wives would still be in an incredible amount of danger. He couldn’t put their lives at risk like that; he couldn’t do that to Tengen. 

So he needed to pass for a woman. He had to. He just… He had to. 

And right now he needed a moment alone to collect himself. And fix his hair, apparently. 

He hurried back to the tiny room he’d been granted upon coming here, that he shared with Inosuke, but he was nowhere to be found at the moment, and slammed the door behind him. He fell back against it with a shuddering breath and squeezed his eyes shut. 

Why was this so hard…? Kyojuro had been raised to fight and kill demons, the most terrifying monsters Japan had to offer, so why was this the thing that slicked his palms with panicked sweat and caused his heart to thunder in his chest? Was this how young Agatsuma felt when fighting demons? How did he manage? 

Bracing his palms against the door, Kyojuro took a few more deep breaths, before pushing himself off and stepping towards the mirror in the corner to sit down before it. Despite adamantly not wanting to look at his reflection, he was going to have to to redo his hair. 

Staring into the mirror only caused a confusing well of emotions to bubble up within him. Confusion, disgust, resignation, but somewhere among the knot of them was relief. But Kyojuro decided not to dwell on that one; it made the least sense, after all. 

He just didn’t understand how he could look so utterly different, but virtually the same as he always did. Nothing about his features had truly changed, but the makeup the other girls helped him with accentuated them in a way that… softened most of them. He no longer looked as if he were made up entirely of sharp angles and harsh building blocks. His face had been rounded out, highlighted, made more colorful. In a way, he thought it suited the unusual color of his hair and eyes more… They no longer felt as jarring or gaudy when paired with the makeup. Or perhaps that was partially due to the deep red kimono he wore, which had been cut and cinched in a way to accentuate different parts of his body (some that he did not have) than he was used to. Or maybe it was because of the way his hair had been pinned up, because other than the one lock that had fallen loose and his bangs, most of the red tips had been hidden away by the feminine hairstyle and the hairpins that held it in place. 

None of these were new realizations. Kyojuro had no idea how long he had spent staring at himself in a mirror since this whole thing started. He thought that might be why he disliked it so much. But despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to stop doing it. 

In an attempt to keep himself from dwelling on it further, he reached up, prepared to pull the pins out and let his hair down, when a tap on the window left him freezing with his fingers brushing the hairpin. 

It was a familiar rapped sequence, the same one that she always used. Kyojuro suspected it had not been deliberate at first, and had just been a random rhythm she chose, but as time went on, it had become a recognized little greeting. 

Not that it mattered, because what the hell was she doing here?! 

Kyojuro didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because when he did not answer quickly enough for Akaza’s liking, she jimmied the window open with a frightening amount of ease and leaned inside with a bright grin. “Kyojuro! You just up and left and didn’t tell me where you were going! Do you know how long it took me to—” The words died in her throat as she actually looked at him, and her usual grin fell as her eyebrows raised. 

Kyojuro whipped back around, before quickly regretting that decision as it gave him a perfect view of the furious blush racing across his face. He should cover the damn mirror up. That’s what he should do. Then he wouldn’t have to see himself like this, then he wouldn’t have to try and understand all of this. 

“Why are you dressed like that?” Akaza demanded as she climbed through the window, making herself right at home, just like she did everywhere. 

“You can’t be here,” Kyojuro said. “This isn’t like the Flame or Butterfly Estates. This is—” 

“I know what this place is,” Akaza said as she approached Kyojuro from behind. For once, she’d dressed in semi-normal clothing. A plain, dark blue yukata, though the chest had been left far more open than was proper. Her tattoos nearly blended into the fabric, making it look as if it was sinking into her grayish skin. Had she dressed so normally (well, by her standards, seeing as she still wasn’t wearing shoes) because she knew she was going to be around so many people? She must have shapeshifted before getting here as well… “I’m wondering what the hell you’re doing here. Adding that you’re dressed like that… Decided to change careers, did we?” 

Kyojuro glared at her reflection in the mirror, not in the mood for the teasing. “I’m here on a mission. I’m dressed like this for a mission.” Which was why he couldn’t think about it. His feelings didn’t matter right now. Not when there were lives at stake. 

He didn’t have time to indulge Akaza either. 

But he didn’t get a choice in the matter. Akaza had made that clear long, long ago. When she wanted attention, she was going to get it. And ever since Kyojuro had begun to indulge her, she’d only grown bolder. 

“A mission,” she repeated as she closed the little distance that remained between them and leaned against Kyojuro’s back to loosely wrap her arms around his neck. “You should be careful.” 

Careful…? That wasn’t like Akaza. She sneered at other demons, found most of them weak and foolish. She loved watching Kyojuro kill them, and was honestly more confident in his skills than he was at times. So for her to warn him to be careful… 

Was Tengen right about the calibre of demon that was stalking this place? 

“What do you know?” she asked. 

Akaza shook her head. “You know I can’t say. But be careful.” 

“Well, that’s as good as a confirmation,” he muttered. He should figure out some way to relay that information to Tengen without giving Akaza or the nature of their relationship away. He was sure he could figure it out… 

Akaza let go of him, but continued to let her heavy weight press against his back. She brought one of her hands up to take the loose lock of Kyojuro’s hair, and twirl it around her fingers. “You look good like this,” she said against his ear. 

Unsure of where it came from, Kyojuro let out a bitter laugh. “Do not lie to me.” 

He watched Akaza grimace in the mirror, still unable to bring himself to turn to genuinely look at her. 

It made it… worse, almost. To look at himself in the mirror like this with Akaza draped over his shoulder. Her presence made it all the more obvious that he was nothing more than a man wearing women’s clothes. Akaza’s face was soft without the need for makeup, managing it even with the harsh lines of her tattoos carving across it. Her chest was small, but even it filled out the yukata she wore far more than Kyojuro’s did in a fancy kimono meant to accentuate the chest area. Her hands were more delicate as she continued to twirl his hair, as if they hadn’t beaten gods’ knew how many bodies into pulp. Even with such short hair and the intimidating build she had, it was impossible to mistake her for a man. 

And here Kyojuro was wrapped in the most feminine accessories that could be found, and he felt far more masculine than Akaza. How must he look compared to all the other girls here…? How had he not been caught? 

“I don’t lie,” Akaza said fiercely. “Why would I lie?” 

“I look ridiculous. I don’t understand how I haven’t been caught,” he said. 

“Because you look like a woman.” 

Kyojuro scoffed. “Really? Or maybe that’s amusing to you. I don’t know. I’m surprised you haven’t said more about this.” It seemed like the sort of thing that Akaza would sink her claws into. 

He wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. The fact that he was dressed as a woman? The fact that he was bad at it? The fact that he was upset that he was bad at it? 

“Why would I?” she asked as she finally let go of the lock of hair. 

“Most people would.” 

“I used to do the same thing,” Akaza said, so, so casually, as if it meant nothing. 

“What are you talking about?” Kyojuro demanded. 

She shrugged, still nonchalant. “Do you think I used shapeshifting just to look human?” She rolled her eyes. “What a waste. Why not use it to create a body you’d like more.” 

“So… you used to make yourself look a lot more feminine…?” Because what else could she mean? Despite clearly being a woman, Akaza was certainly not feminine. Not like Mitsuri was, or even Shinobu. 

Akaza sighed, and finally stood up straight, relieving Kyojuro of her weight. “Yes and no. When I first started shapeshifting, I made myself look like a lot of the girls here. But do you know how annoying that was?” She shook her head. “Long hair does nothing but get in the way, and big tits are heavy. Did you know that? I honestly don’t know how other girls deal with it. Surprised Daki can get anything done looking how she does.” 

Kyojuro opened his mouth, knowing he should ask about who this Daki was because that was the first time Akaza had even insinuated she knew anyone else by name, meaning she was probably another Kizuki, but instead he found himself asking, “But why did you do that?” 

“Gods, you’re dense,” Akaza said with a teasing smile. “Because I preferred being a girl and that’s what I thought would manage it.” 

Kyojuro’s eyes blew wide, and he finally turned around to stare at the demon herself rather than her reflection. “You mean you were… a man?” 

She turned her palms up. “I mean, I don’t know for sure. It’s not like I remember when I was human, but when I first became a demon, yeah, I was. I find it hard to believe I would have shapeshifted into a man the second I turned. The point is, why would I give a fuck if you’re wearing women’s clothes? Especially when they suit you…” She leaned down to press her cheek to his. “I prefer women, you know…? I mean, men are alright I suppose, but women…” Kyojuro felt her smile against him. “Oh, you’d make such a good one.” 

Kyojuro swallowed thickly, and made a truly valiant effort to ignore the pleasant way his insides twisted with the words. 

It didn’t work. 

“Do you like it?” Akaza whispered in his ear. “Dressing this way?” One of her hands slid down Kyojuro’s torso to rest on his waist, right where the kimono pinched in to make it look like he had a smaller one than he actually did. 

“I… I don’t—” 

“Have you ever done it before?” she asked. “Or is this the first time?” 

It wasn’t, and that was something Kyojuro had desperately refused to think about from the moment Tengen had thrown that first outfit towards him and ordered him to change. 

Mitsuri had invited him over to her estate for dinner once, and insisted upon cooking for him as an official thank you of sorts for training her. It didn’t matter that Kyojuro had told her it was unnecessary, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. And during that dinner, she’d ended up getting a little bit past tipsy, and even coaxed Kyojuro into having a drink or two himself. One thing led to another, and she decided she wanted to see what Kyojuro might look like in her uniform skirt, insisting he would be so cute. Unsure of what else to do, he’d gone along with her, and… 

And he had a lot of complicated feelings about that night that he’d deliberately ignored since then! 

But apparently his hesitation was enough of an answer for Akaza. “You have,” she said. 

“Once,” Kyojuro admitted in a tiny voice. “My old tsuguko, she has a uniform with a skirt, and—” 

Akaza shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You liked it.” 

“That doesn’t matter.” 

“I think it does.” 

“No, it doesn’t.” 

“What name are you using right now?” 

“Huh?” 

Akaza let go of his waist to turn her attention back to the loose lock of hair. “Obviously you can’t be going by Kyojuro right now. You must have picked a more feminine name.” 

“Tengen chose Kyoka but I’d have preferred Kyoko,” he said. It sounded closer to his actual name, and while he was mostly glad to keep Kyo, he also would have liked to keep the o at the end. He didn’t want the name his parents chose to be altered more than necessary. 

“You’re being ridiculous, Kyoko,” Akaza said with a smile. “You already had opinions on the name you wanted.” 

Kyojuro shook his head, forcing Akaza to let go of his hair. “I don’t know what you think you’re trying to insinuate about me, but it doesn’t make sense.” 

“Kyoko.” 

“Don’t—That’s not my name,” he insisted, but the words sounded weak even to his own ears. 

“Kyoko, I think you and I both know exactly what’s going on, and you just don’t want to admit it,” she said. “It’s why you’re insisting you look so bad like this, why you think it’s impossible you could have ‘fooled’ anyone. Because if that’s true, it means you can give up and not think about it, doesn’t it?” She sighed and clicked her tongue. “I’ve never known you to be a coward like that.” 

“You—!” 

“I’m going to fix your hair,” Akaza interrupted as she pulled the pins from Kyojuro’s hair and let it tumble down around his shoulders. “This little piece is driving me insane.” And before he could protest, Akaza was already twisting his hair around her fingers with expert precision. “Besides, you’re about to start working for the night, aren’t you? Maybe I’ll come buy your time so we can continue this conversation…” 

Kyojuro bit his tongue to keep from asking if Akaza was serious or not because that would… honestly be a blessing. While he most certainly did not want to continue this conversation and continue experiencing all the complicated emotions it dredged up, if Akaza bought his time, that meant no one else could. That meant he wouldn’t have to be fearful of being found out by a customer. And maybe he could even manage to get more information about this demon out of Akaza. 

That was what he should have been focusing on all along! But instead he’d gotten so distracted by this stupid conversation and the things Akaza implied about him. 

Things that just… weren’t true. 

They weren’t. Of course they weren’t. 

He was Kyojuro, firstborn son of the Rengoku family, and he could never be anything else. 

Right…? 

Akaza mercifully stayed silent as she styled his hair, with much more precision and speed that Kyojuro had been able to manage himself, and deftly pinned it back into place. 

Pristine. Perfect. The style looked so out of place on him. 

He wished it didn’t. 

Once finished, Akaza ran her fingers down his neck and across his shoulders. “I’ll see you around, Kyoko. And remember what I said. Be wary of the demon you’re hunting.” And with that, she turned and climbed out of the window with the same ease she’d entered with, as if this was a completely normal thing to do.

Kyojuro’s shoulders slumped, and while the tension in his body had left, he still could not calm the storm of emotions that this whole situation had caused, which had only been exacerbated by Akaza’s words and implications. 

They were the same. 

Kyojuro sighed. 

Kyoko. 

It was a nice thought…

[acernor]

your grasp on li lun's character and the way you write him and the way you put him in intricately crafted situations to carefully torture him emotionally is so compelling and completely changed my opinion of his character like i didnt totally get him before i guess but your li lun thesis (fic) changed me as a person. ty

STOPPPPP HEHEHEH YOU'RE SO KINDDDDDD i fucking love li lun........ he's so tasty... the one-sided longing mmmmmm, so glad you're enjoying the tehsis (fic) <3 thanks for the sweet comment wahhahah

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

GIRL.

okay so i am so so late i just read no doubt after putting it off for so long because you said angst and i did a nose dive into the trenches clutching my #1 fluff enjoyer badge BUT IT WAS YOUR WRITING SO I GOT OVER MYSELF AND READ IT and oh my god. you’re literally the light of my life

when they were on the phone and he was like “hey pretty” “have sweet dreams jake” “only if they’re of you” JAIL. JAIL IMMEDIATELY. GO TO JAIL GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT $200 AAAAAAAAHJDJWJXJKDKXMDME

anyways…

and good god the angst was…wow literally my heart was in physical pain never pick up a pen pencil or keyboard ever again (jk don’t do that i need ur writing like my lungs need oxygen) JAKE PISSED ME TF OFFFFFFF AT THAT DAMN PARTY talking abt “i panicked” BOY get on your knees in the pouring rain rn and beg y/n to come back NOOOWWWWWW

HE GOT HER FLOWERS EVEN THOUGH HES ALLERGIC 😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔 “jake you’re allergic” “yeah but not like… deathly.” 💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

just take me off the face of this earth i was giggling and crying and throwing up

i could say more but MY INITIAL INENT OF THIS ASK was to propose this idea:

Nobody New by the Marías is so y/n and jake coded here am i right or nah LIKE UGH i listened to this song like the entire time i was reading no doubt and i thought it was fitting </3

AND I ALSO READ THE NO DOUBT ONE SHOT YOU PUT OUT TODAY AAARRRGGHHH it’s so cutie i love pathetic jake im so excited to see more of that mini series <333

GIRLLL LILLY HAI omg i woke up from my nap to see this message and omg i literally giggled to myself bc it made me so happy and now im finally responding hihihi

omg first (1st) of all, ty for giving no doubt a chance despite ur proud badge of enjoying fluff i APPRECIATE YOUUU

AND OMG PLS STOP THE QUOTES YES jake is so freaking cheesy and romantic that its genuinely going to form holes in my stomach lining from how freaking sweet he is,,,,,(pls is that too graphic you know what i mean tho)

AND PLEASE THE FLOWERS OMG im so glad you liked that part,,,,i thought it was so freaking cute slash dorky of him to do that heheh (also you didnt hear it from me but theres a whole part of the no doubt series thats abt flowers & jake so im gonna dedicate this to you now since you pointed out the flower scene hehehehe)

ALSO I LISTENED TO THE SONG JUST NOW AND UGH UR SOOO RIGHT ITS SOOO NODOUBT!JAKE & YN CODED pls i love you tysm im so excited that ur excited and ty for reading & always supporting <3<3<3<3

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

ugh fine i’ll share water with you too 🙄

leon: ada, boobas pls ( • )( • )ԅ(≖⌣≖ԅ)

but thinking about how ada maybe discovers and enjoy booby time when leon has a mouthful of her. they’re both discovering new kinks that excite each other and it so happens that the cat also purs from titty sucky

- pfft, totally not drunk anon 👀🙈🏃🏻‍♀️💨

heheheh ty *sips water*

THIS IS TOTALLY DRUNK ANON hehehehe

I JUST THINK OF LEON BEING A VERY GRABBY LOVER I DUNNO

yall saw that one tiktok that was like leon looking at ada in various games and the caption was like "oh i know leon's THAT TYPE OF LOVER" and i mean HE IS ALWAYS KEEPING EYE CONTACT and just lookin and grabbing... ada has to control him sometimes...

down dog.. bad boy >:)

[lgbtmi]

2. How and when did you get into VtM? 4. What's your favourite clan? Why? 13. Do you have a comfort character? What makes them special to you? 16. Do you have a character that was created from a dumb/ silly idea but now you can't imagine not having them?

ty chiss!! i miss u chiss!!! the questions can be found here if you wanna reblog or send some <3 and we have @diableriedoll to thank for them <3

2. How and when did you get into VtM?

I've always been a vampire-kid. Like I have a lot of vampire-related fiction on my shelves still, so the pitch for Vampire: the Masquerade was an easy sell. Add to that my friend Sandra wanting to run a oneshot to try the system out back in 2021... and yea. That oneshot ended up taking three years and 69 (nice) sessions. I just wanted to try something different, then proceeded to make it my entire personality and dropped Dungeons & Dragons completely for contemporary horror TTRPGs. I just really love vampires <3

4. What's your favourite clan? Why?

Clan Toreador all the way!! This is in part Willow-related, but it's also just because the clan feels like they're often overlooked or underestimated. There's a lot you can do with them even outside of the standard things. And also I like stuffing my characters full of art and dramatic fallacies. There are many other clans I enjoy, too, but Toreador have my heart and soul :>

13. Do you have a comfort character? What makes them special to you?

It feels wrong to mention anyone other than Willow in this. She was the first, she's the original, she's the actual love of my life. Over the course of her chronicle she's grown into such a lovely character to play, her arc ended in a solid fashion, and I'm so excited to maybe see her in our next game set in Amsterdam simply because I can't let go of her just yet. I have no good reasons for this other than I'm just very attached to her. Compfy.

16. Do you have a character that was created from a dumb/ silly idea but now you can't imagine not having them?

I talked about Eva in this ask, but because I have silly ideas often that lead to chaos, here's a different backstory of how a silly idea ended with an important blorbo from my brain. Or well, important blorbo... Main bad guy in one of my VtM oneshots that I've run on conventions to introduce people to the system! The silly idea? "Heheheh what if recycling?" It lead to Sterling. He's a tzimisce and he makes art. He makes it a point to use as much of the human body if possible, and... repurposes body parts. Like where most vampires try to not kill people for the masquerade, he takes out one human and uses them up as much as he can. Ribcages are turned into fruit bowls, skull mugs, finger pens. He's a candlemaker first and foremost, so he'll create intricate designs in femurs for candle holders and render the fat for candles. His fridge is full of bottled blood. One room in his apartment is empty save for the meat hook in the ceiling and the inflatable kiddie pool under it. In the oneshot, the fresh coterie has to investigate limbs that have been scattered around, hunks of flesh Sterling can't use, and figure out how to either further help him in his recycling, or get him to pack up shop :) He's a joy to play because he's incredibly creepy, and the fear on the players' faces is hilarious <3

[lostmykeysie]

I have a super long comment for you about the Horcrux Hunt bcs I want to comment every chapter I read but I forget bcs I download the ao3 doc to my books app okay here we go!!!!

Agahdgdjd I just finished reading it and I loved it soooo much. Remus and regulus friendship is EVERYTHING to me. The platonic kissing!!???? As an Aspec gal this means so much to me bcs ahhhdghdhd and let’s be real those two deserved a little song after all that tension and then just cute little kisses bcs they both need a good loving friendly kiss aww. And I loved the flirtiness bcs I just know those two would constantly have such good banter and get along and I SOBBED when reg became a part of the lupin family. Also. HOPE LUPIN.!?!??? The best Hope I ever did read about. She is amazing and now the only version of Hope I accept ty very much.

ALSO also I love regulus so much and love your characterization of him and seeing his growth. Also I am autistic and I headcanon reg as autistic and there were so many moments in the way you wrote him that fit in with that that made my heart so happy UGH and some moments where I felt like he’s aspec of some sort like aro specially and wow reg my boy <3

And ugh Remus and his feels over being accused as the traitor??? Rough but also I love the angst. His complicated feelings about himself and others and I can’t wait to see him sort shit out and start healing bcs he deserves to heal and be ANGRY and sad and everything. Remus my best boy <3

Also I’m just getting into jegulus so I’m super excited to start reading the missing link!!! The way james is already slowly creeping on him agshdjd I can’t wait to see it all happen.

OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE U AND UR WORK AND U ARE AMAZONG OKAY BYE GONNA GO READ THE MISSING LINK NOW HEHEHEH :))))

Oh PS I loved Remus getting to scream and go off on dumbledore that was amazing and more people should get to scream at him.

i always download long fics to my kindle so i feel you baby!!!!!

putting my boring reply below the cut xxxxx

aspec babes deserve all the platonic kisses they want and deserve and they deserve them all xxxxx this includes me so WHY is no one kissing me platonic smooch smooch xxxxx i have said this before and i know i haven’t written it but reggie is definitely aspec xxxx

regus friendship means soooo much to me i have also said this before and i will absolutely say it again but like. i am obsessed with them. they are BEST friends. forever. they are something special that’s friends and family and more and i love them forever and they will always be besties in every single fic i write for the rest of my LIFE. and they FLIRT and i LOVE IT and hope is such a queen i feel like she deserves her own fic i also want to hug her i bet she would give the best hugs ever i bet she’s the only person regulus is 100% comfortable having those long hugs with that last arguably too long and it gets weird (this is how i feel about most hugs)

omg so i’m answering as i read so YES i AGREE i think there’s a tiny bit of me that is accidentally being a bit self insert with reg LOL ANYWAY i think we see reg very similarly xxxx

on the traitor point… a few people have said ‘how did he even forgive them in the end’ and i think that is so valid like to get over a betrayal like that from your closest friends would be so so so hard and i tried to reflect that and not just make it an easy fix because oh my god how is that not in the back of your mind always just whispering all the time??? like getting over that would be a JOURNEY so yeah it got a bit angsty haha but i feel like if anything it could have been worse it could have been unresolveable !!!! but it will never be because i am a happily ever after boy ONLY

i am a bajillion years late to this i’m really sorry i’m a pants person who is 99% offline BUT thank you so much for your consolidated comment it’s so sweet and has made me smile all lame and gross xxxx i hope you enjoy / enjoyed TML too i hope that it gave you the healed remus and the jegulus you deserve and maybe some giggles hopefully xxxxxxx thanks for being nice to me lol i honestly am so weird and lame and awkward but kiss kiss i am blushing like a loser xxxxxxxxx

[dokidokiliteraturegirls]

Okay, so Shirou's obviously horrible, but there's something more about her...

Something tying back to the OG game...

TvTropes calls it "Interface Screw".

The biggest example is Shirou's distorted intro screen, but also some stuff with [Redacted], like her thoughts falling out of the bubble (love the use of repetition for horror, btw.), and her face going funky in that one panel.

And, I don't know, Shirou's hairstyle, especially that bow...

She's giving me game-canon Monika vibes

Of course, that's just a theory... (sorry, couldn't resist)

I'm SO excited to see where this goes next!

Keep on being awesome!

Hehehehe~! I welcome it! Theories about the story is something I actively encourage, as I keep dropping little hidden hints here and there about the world these characters inhabit~ I will say though, Feel Less is a looot more its own thing than DDLitG was! So kindly keep that in mind when theory-crafting 😊

Thank you so much for your kind comments, and I'm really happy you're enjoying the story!! 💖

-Yui

[candycryptids]

Okay, what is the most huggable creature for all YOUR characters? :D

Oh this is gonna b kinda silly so hold on to your seat or s/t 🫣 (Ty for the questionnnn I needed the distraction and something to keep me awake a little longer heheheh!)

Chuu: Carbuncle; became a summoner almost exclusively to be able to summon her own. They don’t need to eat or sleep since it’s sustained off your own aether so it’s like, the perfect pet for someone who’s idealized form is the flawed beauty of the Machine. Her other most huggable creature is This Thing, one of the Stubby Models whose name I can NOT finds

Tuesday: is a simple guy. He thinks Peatie is the most huggable creature secondary only to June, his faithful and graciously patient Chocobo. They’re both pink, which is a hilarious coincidence.

Tangy: I mentioned in a previous post she’d enjoy having a Dodo/Pudgy Puk/Ahriman plush and that still holds, but I think she’d find Tonberries the most huggable. They’re not necessarily creatures, though,

Mochiie: hands down, finds Chocobos the most huggable creature in all the land. Their big round eyes. Their razor sharp talons. Their bone snapping beaks. The soft downy feathers!!! Can be also be swayed with horses, and Steppe-Dzo.

Colette: Behemoth. It is… Big Uppy Goggy. Reminds her of the [Magnamalo] which is also not very Actually huggable Tbf, but I think Colette could find a way to make it happen anyways.

Ishi’li: wants to hug a Coeurl and Not Die. Wants to hug one so bad. Wdym they’re full out danger electricity cats. :( they are so KITTY… is also extremely charmed by the Odder Otter, lol.

Levraut: finds [Canonball] the most huggable, an act of absolutely no bias whatsoever, definitely. (He also thinks Namazu look huggable, in that like… Cute Aggression way, where he kinda wants to hug one tight enough it makes a squeaking noise)