#i think itd take him a while to get used to it though

[grad-writes]

snippets from Rookie 54

Lucanis and Rook settle into their relationship.

Since Lucanis and Rook officially began courting, some things changed within the Lighthouse—and some things didn't.

They still both got up at dawn to run through stretches and morning drills—as they had every day since Lucanis had settled in. But now, Rook greeted a startled Lucanis with a beaming smile and a loud, smacking kiss on the cheek. He had been so flustered the first time, he had not even returned it—and just stood with red ears in the middle of the courtyard.

Illario, of course, had been extremely amused.

(The second morning though, Lucanis had been better prepared. He stoically ignored his cousin's snickers, and made sure to brush her cheek with a quieter, but no less fervent, kiss in return).

Rook learned that while he wasn't one for public displays of affection, it didn't mean he was unaffectionate. Though outwardly he didn't touch her much more than necessary, she felt his heavy gaze fall upon her more often than not. His eyes traced her form languidly as she stretched and ran with Illario, and again when they split up; Rook to practice her spellcasting, and Lucanis to spar with his cousin. She could always feel his quiet presence in the background watching as if he were trying to commit her movements to memory.

And when they did touch—to help pull the other further into a stretch, or to correct a technique, or to lend a supporting hand when spinning through the air—his fingers lingered just a few moments longer than usual, a fleeting warmth against her skin.

Lucanis still always made breakfast. Only now, it had become Rook's favourite time of day.

He always had coffee and food ready on the table by the time she and Illario returned from washing up. Illario was chatty in the mornings and tended to keep up most of the conversation—but Lucanis would sit right beside her, thigh warm against hers, while they ate and laughed. They would bask in each others' presence—Lucanis in her sunny glow, and Rook in his comforting warmth—as their other companions slowly joined the table.

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[wtfforged]

my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts

thoughts in depth under read more... :)!

this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.

LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)

the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."

ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)

a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!

NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)

cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!

USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.

SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))

race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.

CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)

this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.

ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)

robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!

[ghostedgwen]

i had this idea for a while so here you go!!

angsty remus x reader (established relationship). remus saw some girl and her boyfriend holding her books. and remus has a bad hip/cane so carrying books for his girlfriend is impossible for him. i feel like itd be in character for him to compare himself and fall deeper into self loathing.

idk if that’s good enough but i really want some comfort in the end please🫶 i love your work

it's always you | r.lupin

note : my heart clenched reading this request omggg and I love established relationship fics so much! thank you for requesting this! Sorry if it's too short, it was pretty simple and I didn't want to unnecessarily drag out the angst

warnings : angst with comfort, mentions of disabilities, Remus and his self-deprecation as always, pain but I get you band-aids

The courtyard was still slushy from last night’s snow, sludgy puddles glistening under weak winter sunlight. Students trudged between classes, scarves wrapped tightly, laughter puffing white in the air.

Remus Lupin stood near the old stone archway, leaning subtly on his cane, trying not to feel like the air was too cold for late January, like it was creeping under his skin.

You were inside, probably waiting for him at the library, already buried in Ancient Runes. He should be with you. But his eyes, traitorous, bitter things, were locked on a pair across the quad.

A girl giggling, half-tumbling through the slush, and a boy beside her. Her boyfriend, apparently. He had her stack of books in his arms, teasing her as she slipped on the wet cobblestones, steadying her with one hand. She laughed, bright and easy, and kissed his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Remus didn’t know her. Didn’t know him, either.

But something about the image stuck in his chest like a splinter.

He shifted his weight, his hip flaring with dull, familiar pain. The cane felt heavier today, and the old scar down his thigh throbbed in the cold. He flexed his fingers around the handle.

He couldn’t carry your books.

Not without hurting. Not without risking a fall or stiffening up halfway to class. He’d tried, once, a few months into dating you - insisted on taking your bag, and you’d let him, though he knew you noticed the way he bit down on the pain. You never asked him to again. You just started walking closer. Offering your arm. Always touching, but never pushing.

And yet. And yet.

He wasn’t like that boy.

Wasn’t someone you could lean on in that way. Not without it becoming something extra you had to think about. Something inconvenient.

And hadn’t he always been a little too much? Too scarred, too tired, too broken?

He didn’t notice you approach until your voice sliced through his thoughts like warm light through mist.

“Hey, stranger.”

Remus blinked and turned. You stood beside him now, you seemed flushed from the cold, smile small and soft.

“Hi,” he said, trying to sound normal.

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

He forced a smile. “Yeah. Just… cold.”

You didn’t buy it. You never did. But you didn’t press, not yet. Instead, you reached out and gently laced your fingers through his free hand.

“Come on. I saved us a spot by the fire.”

He followed, cane tapping rhythmically beside you, each step measured and careful. You didn’t rush him. You never did, that's why you worked so well.

You could read him like a very open book, and you have memorized the tabs of his every page. How to handle his moods, the full moons, the angst, the pain - he could swear he'd never deserve you in any lifetime.

It wasn’t until the library was quiet again, after an hour of pretending to study, that it all spilled over.

You looked up from your notes, sensing him drift again. His knee was bouncing. His jaw tight. He often fidgeted like that when deep in some depressing thought.

You leaned in. “Talk to me.”

Remus blinked. “I’m fine.”

“Liar,” you said gently.

His mouth opened. Closed, then opened again : “Do you ever wish I was… easier?”

The question hit like a slap. You knew it was another one of those but that was too direct and sudden.

“Easier?” you repeated, the word tasted bitter in you mouth.

He wouldn’t look at you. Just stared at his hands, scarred and his eyes traced them. “Like someone who could carry your books. Who could run to class with you. Someone who doesn’t need to stop and sit after fifteen minutes. Someone who doesn’t need a cane at 17.”

Your heart broke in slow motion.

“Remus,” you said carefully, setting your quill down. “Where is this coming from?”

He gave a bitter laugh. “Some guy in the courtyard. Had his girlfriend’s books. She looked so happy. And I just… I can’t do that for you.”

You reached across the table and covered his hand with yours. “So you thought I’d want to trade you for some guy with exceptional knees and biceps?”

He flinched. “I just thought… maybe I’m a little too much.”

You stood, walked around the table, and knelt beside his chair. He looked shocked. You didn’t care.

“Listen to me,” you said, quiet but firm. “You are 'too much', yes. Too kind, too thoughtful, too self-deprecating, too worried, too loving, too cute even when you're brooding and all that.”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off.

“And I don’t love you despite the hard parts, Remus. I love you, full stop. Books or no books. Cane or no cane. You’re not broken. You’re just you. And that’s who I choose, every time.”

His eyes filled, lashes fluttering.

“I don’t care if you can’t carry my books,” you added, softer now. “You carry my heart around like it’s the most precious thing in the world. That’s more than I’ve ever asked for.”

Remus let out a shaky breath. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, and his arms came around you in a hesitant, fragile way, like he didn’t believe he was allowed.

But you held him tighter. Like your arms around him could say everything else that remained unsaid.

“You don’t have to compare yourself,” you whispered. “Not to anyone.”

“I just want to be enough.”

“You are. So much more than enough.”

He pulled back, eyes glassy, but clearer than they’d been in days. “I love you,” he said.

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “Now let’s get you out of this library before your hip seizes up, old man.”

He laughed and let you help him to his feet. Your hand stayed in his all the way back to the common room.

And if he leaned into you a little more than usual that night, you didn’t mind. Not at all.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game w/ them (Male toon edition)

...excluding the easter toons theyll get their own posts for holidays if i can remember to do it, mains will also get their own post not many requests in the inbox, going to need to go through and purge spam and anons fighting each other- youd think theyd stop/wouldnt bother since i dont post anon crash outs notes: gn toon reader, short and sweet... well as short as it can be given its a LONG post, NO this does not mean character limits are lifted admin just needs to kill some time, pre game, also fun fact didnt know pocky was made in 1966 thats neat- dont know when the game surrounding it started but we can pretend it was around pre gardenview shut down, parts are written out of order + headcanon heavy for some toons in how their mouths work cws: none

Boxten

bro probably accidentally breaks the stick before he even puts it in his mouth, and he will trip over his words as he tries to grab another... and breaks it... hes always so.... hmm... when it comes to romance. he can be clumsy, you know? he doesnt want you to think hes a dweeb or something

let him know its okay to take his time, its not about how quick the game goes by its about whether or not hes having fun. that at least makes him calm down a little

...hes still an awkward kisser though... kind of smacks his face against yours a little too roughly- not enough to hurt but he doesnt know how fast to lean in for it

Cosmo

...sure hes not chocolate but hes a chocolate roll cake, so would this count as cannibalism in some form, or- actually now that you think about it you think youve seen sprout eat strawberries before at least once-

he does end up breaking the stick out of nervousness- youre so up close and the eye contact does get under his skin even if this is far from your first time kissing... it feels different when theres a stick okay! the game makes it feel different!

he does let you have most of the stick though... you have a feeling it wasnt just shyness that made him slowly nibble at his end...

Finn

glass head, youre... not actually sure where his face lies... front back or somewhere in the middle- youve swiped your hand over his face before out of curiosity and you didnt really feel anything but smooth glass

he kind of lets you clack the end of the stick against his mouth- he thinks its a little funny but he is a little sad you guys cant play the game together- he does lighten the mood with some jokes

this does spark a conversation for HOW he eats. does it kind of just. disappear or...? phase through? your head hurts.

Glisten

hes in a similar boat as some of the other toons, his face is kind of... flat.. he can eat but it takes time and chocolate tends to melt after a while and he doesnt like the idea of smearing it all over his glass. nightmare to clean and he just got his make up done

he does at least let you down gently though, hes not going to instantly shoot you down! hes not a jerk!

also he doesnt want to smack his glass against your face- for both of your sakes... itd be awkward at best and mildly painful at worst depending on the force put behind it

Goob

hes almost as bad as yatta when it comes to treats... you have to reel him in before he shoves the entire stick down his throat- seriously how he didnt break, gag, or otherwise choke was a little impressive. he ate it horizontally by the way.

his sharp teeth do increase the odds of the stick snapping in half, the points can be a little awkward but hes fine with you guys using a short and shorter segment until you both make it work

...he does finish his end a lot fast than you do but hes nice enough to wait in the middle for you to meet him instead of nibbling into your half... even if its tempting...

Looey

you need to be careful with him- like all the other toons he can eat but hes... weird about it. you dont like thinking about toon anatomy or how it works for that long but his mouth is almost like... 2D. watching him eat is weird

and pocky is... well its not sharp but he doesnt like the idea of pushing a stick against him. it might not pop him but still! its a risk that hes not really willing to take!

it was worth a shot, though...! maybe you both can find another way to play...!

Razzle

ooooooooh he is so ready to do this with you- the way you word it sounded so fun so of course hes at least going to give it a try! and hes not going to be shy to admit that hes eager about the games end either!

he does dig into your end a little bit though... not out of greed, he just wants to get on with it and give you a little sweetness in the form of a kiss! buuuuuuuuuuut if you really want him to wait in the middle he guesses he can slow down a little... but only a little!

honestly he might ask for more, he seems like the type to really like pocky in general... and this isnt a hint to play more rounds with him! he genuinely does like the candy!

Dazzle

and honestly if it wasnt for razzle going first and you gently encouragement for him to give it a try he would shrink back into his scarf and gently turn you down

its not that he doesnt want to possibly kiss you, its just that it seems so much more... sillier and different- he cant really put it into words for why its got him hesitating

he doesnt hate it but hed much rather kiss you under normal scenarios... also kissing while youre still chewing something really feels weird, he doesnt much care for it... but at least he can say he tried it, even if just for you

Rodger

he has no mouth... he cant really... play with you... sure he can still eat- how he can you still dont know and it hurts your head to wrap your mind around, and youre not sure if asking him could be seen as rude... the food kind of... blips out of sight? its really weird to look at

but youre more than free to share some of the sticks with him, there isnt much for him to do in the kissing department so hes got to rely on other things to make up for the lack of them

Shrimpo

he thinks its stupid... the candy is stupid! the game is stupid! affection is stupid! youre stupid! ...its no surprise that shrimpo is... an acquired taste and its a wonder to everyone else how you put up with him and his rage

assuming you can even convince him to take part of the game hes going to be snapping the stick in half or breaking it under his sharp teeth.... that... might actually crumble it into several pieces. it feels a little redundant to say it... but he doesnt like chocolate or candy. youre not sure he actually likes anything- for someone so open about what he hates he can be hard to read, and its hard to tell when hes sincere

..good luck with him..!

[craske]

Hi, I've been wanting to write for a long time, but I didn't dare… Hah, well, I have some small ideas that I want to share with you, here's one of them. I like to imagine that when Animals had soul jams, they didn't need food or sleep, and when they lost them, they would have to eat and sleep like all normal cookies, haha. So how would you imagine and/or draw when they first tasted food and sleep after so many years in captivity? (I think they didn't eat at all because they had Soul Jam with them from the very beginning). You can draw or write thank you! Draw and write more about your universe, I adore it!!!<3 (I write through a translator, I don't know English well, so the translator may not convey the meaning correctly…)

hi hello!!! im so so happy to hear that you enjoy my au 🥺

ouhghhh i really like this idea, the beasts have been sealed up for so long, not to mention before being sealed and even After they were constantly powered up by their soul jams. so there was no need to sleep or eat, unless just for fun

shadow milk was probably offered something light, since pure vanilla suspected that after being asleep for over a week would mean shadow milks new body wouldnt take kindly to something big and heavy. plus, i like to imagine vanillan cuisine is like that. shadow milk forgot that one needs to eat for sustenance, and once he remembered that he has to (after suffering for quite a while while not knowing why), eating was a terrible experience. the sensation of food you have to turn into mush in your mouth, then traveling through your body... gross!!! he hated it, but it did make him feel better in the end. with every next meal it got easier though

burning spice wouldnt have this issue, and while at first itd be bafflling to him that he has to worry about hunger, he would gladly eat offered food. if only it wasnt mostly cheese, olives and dates... he is The Burning Spice Cookie after all. where is the spice??? though he isnt really in position to request something else, and he knows it despite him complaining a little bit early on. plus still, it is something to eat in the end, even if also offered by his adversaries

mystic flour has a difficult relationship with food i feel. considering how she seemed to practice fasting before corruption, she probably ate even less after. good thing she had her soul jam keep her up and running. now that its gone though... getting herself to eat and swallow the food is difficult. trying to distance herself from earthly needs and delights is crucial if she wants to regain her apathy. not to mention, the bitter chocolate foods and milk that are common in cacao kingdom arent what she even enjoys ("not that it matters" she says). still, at some point she has to eat, passing out is dangerous in her current state while she is recovering. so begrudgingly she does start to eat, so that she doesnt keel over and crumble or something

as for sleeping, i dont think any of them had any special issues with that. unlike shadow milk though, with the somewhat cozy cell he was given, burning spice and mystic flour werent treated with such good service. his cell is located near the mines, hastily prepared to keep someone as dangerous as burning spice, with only bare essentials. meanwhile mystic flour was given a special cell used for holding a group of inmates (she is the biggest/tallest of the beasts after all). the conditions arent that bad to be fair, but cacao kingdom is a gloomy, harsh place even in the most comfortable chambers. sleeping was a great relief regardless, an escape from the current situation. or at least, somewhat. all the beasts had nightmares about the dejamming for weeks after it happened

[haikyu-mp4]

kinda scared to ask this but have you done a kenma x reader panic attack drabble cause i think itd be super cute but if youve already done this then im so sorry for asking T-T

thanks a bunch <33

that is such a sweet request! not sure which one of them you wanted to experience a panic attack, but I decided to have Kenma calm the reader down. also, this might be a bit longer than a drabble, hope that’s still okay<3

How to care for you

word count; 1310 – gn!reader

You hadn’t had any major panic attacks since you were younger. Sure, you struggled with anxiety, but it became less prominent after you found Kenma. He was quite straightforward and dedicated to helping you with anything you might need, and you communicated well even though he was never a big talker. So you frowned while putting away the dishes, wondering why you felt nauseous and couldn’t focus on only one problem at a time. Why did it suddenly feel like double as many problems? You moved to the fridge, looking for the bottle of water you kept in there to keep it super cold when you realised what this was, the reason you were suddenly so scared. A panic attack.

You had problems at work lately, feeling like every coworker used you to make themselves look better, which led to you making mistakes anyway. Then yesterday, you started hearing comments that suggested you probably didn’t care about your job now that you had such a rich and influential husband.

Lately, you also had your suspicions about your friends not inviting you to things anymore, probably because of jealousy, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because you weren’t enough. Your pulse started racing, hands sweating, and you slammed the door to the fridge shut, lips parted wide as your lungs desperately tried to catch on to as much air as they could, hungrily taking in more than they could handle at a time.

You didn’t get far before you sat down on the cold floor, back leaned on the front of a kitchen counter. You’re not crying, but your shoulders still shake with pitiful sobs. How stupid of you to get a panic attack again over a problem you made yourself, you think. Did you not appreciate your job? Maybe you had subconsciously started slacking off, and maybe you were rubbing your happiness too harshly into your friends’ faces. There were so many negative thoughts taking over. The only thought that rang a little louder than the others and finally slipped past your lips was a tiny whisper of Kozu, please.

Kenma had his headphones on, testing out a new game on livestream without any hitches, when he could swear he felt like some sound managed to sneak past his soundproof headphones. Or perhaps it was the slightest shaking of his desk that he still hadn’t tightened the screws of even though he kept saying he probably should. Or perhaps it was simply his husband's instinct kicking in, knowing you should still be home after you two had dinner together earlier and you told him you wanted to get some stuff done and didn’t feel like going out with your friends.

No matter how he knew, he only spent a few minutes mulling it over in his mind while chewing on the corner of his lip before excusing himself and pausing the livestream, finally taking the headphones off and getting up. Because he wasn’t a big yeller, he just made his way through your fancy house a bit quicker than usual while his catlike eyes scanned through every room. Until he got closer to the kitchen and could finally hear heaving sobs that made him kick into a small run, bare feet on the cold floor making small pat pat sounds that you couldn’t hear over your raging fears pounding the inside of your head.

Your body jolted slightly when Kozume put his hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him with teary eyes. Your legs were pushed towards your chest, not helping your airflow, so Kozume put his other hand on your closest thigh, smoothing his touch over it to make you stretch it out. “You need to breathe,” he said, a simple instruction that at least made you respond.

“Help me?”

Kozume gulped. In all honesty, he wasn’t confident about how to help you. What if you didn’t respond to what calmed him down? You had been there for him through a couple of panic attacks before, and it had taken a couple of tries before you learnt that soft songs under your breath while holding him not too tightly were just the way to ease him into less deprecating thoughts and fight off the fear.

“Maybe we should move-”

“No,” you said shakily. He knew he was not strong enough to lift you off the floor, so he just nodded and racked his brain for something else. There had to be some strategy here…

“Try to think of something nice, we’re going to that event next week in our cosplays!” he said, voice light as he tried his best to encourage you. You put your hands on your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’ll probably mess that up too, what if something goes wrong and I end up ruining your career!” you answered, the tears finally escaping while Kozume felt hopeless for a second. His heart ached from seeing you like this, he so desperately wanted to help you.

Finally, he had a thought. He shouldn’t be shy around you after all this time, but showing you love still made his ears red. So with burning ears, he sat close beside you and tucked his arms around you, leaning your legs over his lap and supporting your body on his while one hand ran up and down your back and the other massaged where he could reach on your legs to loosen up your muscles.

It was uncomfortable. The edge of the drawer behind him was slightly poking into his shoulder blade and his tailbone was not appreciating the hard floor, but that didn’t matter. Not when you tucked your head under his chin, ear resting on his chest where you could hear his heartbeat. He held you tightly, vocalising every breath he took so that you might find it easier to follow. Then, with that soft voice of his, he said “You’re at home with me. It’s safe, you don’t have to be afraid.”

As the fearful feeling finally started dissipating, you were left with an ache from the strain you put on your muscles, which finally made you slump all the way into your husband’s body. “I did want to go out with friends today, they just didn’t invite me. I’ve been so busy with work but it feels like I’m doing everything wrong there too. My life is falling apart and it’s all my fault.”

He let you ramble because he could feel that your body was more relaxed now, so he just hummed to confirm he was listening. He considered how to answer you, thinking that you probably didn’t need to hear that he could provide for both of you and you didn’t need a job. “Tomorrow, we can look at all the job-related things together and try to strategise. Maybe some knots just need to be loosened up for you to feel more in control,” he suggested, and you nodded from your awkward angle.

“Thank you.” You breathed in and out but it was still shaky.

“Mhm. And I’m sure you know, but your friends kinda suck.” That even made you laugh a little, and Kozume put on a small smile. “I could ask for a double date with the Kuroos again? I want to help you if I can, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“The Kuroo’s are so nice,” you whispered back, making him take a mental note to send his best friend a message later.

You two slowly got up off the floor and he asked you to draw a bath while he ended the livestream with a quick apology and promise of a giveaway at the end of the week. He had to join his partner for some much-needed self-care.

Nothing was more important to him than learning how to take care of you.

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[rosinkreutz]

Category 5 Rambling Alert:

If I were writing the Strive story mode, I think I would have had the conflict with Jack'O sacrificing herself to destroy I-No be that only one of the personalities got destroyed and not both... I don't really know why they did it the way that they did tbh, because if both Aria and Jack'O were destroyed, then that's unequivocally bad. But if it's presented as a choice between them, then that's actually in line with the internal conflict of her realizing she's become her own person that wants to live and not just a disposable vessel.

Like, Jack'O would be say "No... This body was made for you... You're the one that Frederick and Asuka want..."

And Aria responds: "This isn't about them... It's about you..."

And they go back and forth until the end of the story.

I-No is ascended, and then instead of Jack'O going to try to defeat her first, Sol does the bit with the Outrage laser pretty much immediately while the others distract her. Except this time, it actually is killing him for real since he doesn't have the FOC anymore. Jack'O is desperately trying to get him to let go of the trigger, saying like, "You can't die! Don't you want to see Aria again?!"

Then Sol says something to the tune of "Have I ever called you Aria?"... He looks at her with so much love and closes his eyes (expecting to die).

But then... He comes back into consciousness and looks around, confused... He sees one of Jack'O's minions sitting where she was, holding a piece of the now broken Outrage. It waves at him and goes "Bye-Bye!" (like in the game), then disappears- to which Sol looks up in shock just in time to see Jack'O hurl herself into I-No to sacrifice herself instead.

About this time Asuka is also waking up (passed out after being turned into a book) to see the same thing, and they both shout and try to stop her.

Time freezes around Jack'O once she reaches I-No. She looks to see one of Asuka's mecha hands just inches away from her back, and Frederick in the middle of trying to stagger up into a run. Here, she talks to Aria one more time, and Jackie finally says something like "I guess I just didn't realize it before... Or I thought it was just your feelings tricking me... But I think I feel... No... I know I really, really love him!"

She finally lets Aria take the SOJ to destroy I-No.

And then she and Sol reunite and hug and what not...

Then a little later, Sol and Asuka have their final confrontation (which is mostly Asuka getting mad at Sol for not wanting to kill him anymore- itd be the first time seeing Asuka show any intense emotion). Afterwards, Jack'O joins them but before anyone can say anything, she just completely decks Asuka and knocks him to the ground. Immediately, she kneels down beside him and apologizes profusely, saying that Aria had asked her to do it before she destroyed herself.

Asuka looks very solemn and understanding (and in pain), but then Jack'O says "But she also wanted you to know that she forgives you..."

At this point Asuka is clearly just barely, by sheer willpower alone, not shattering into a million sobbing pieces. He goes on to reassure her that even though she didn't fulfill her original purpose, he'll always be so proud of her. It ends with the three of them watching the sunrise over a beautiful sea of clouds. That's my vision anyway.

Wait one more thought. The outro credits are shot like they're going around the world checking up on people (maybe like its following a bird? Raven?), and then at the end it starts zooming way, way out and takes us to the moon. Many quiet shots of a desolate Tír na nÓg... Finally, we reach Asuka, sitting alone in a big empty room meant for hundreds. He looks longingly at the Earth through one of the massive windows and says to himself, "This really is the loneliest place in the universe..."

Aimless, he wanders around (very large hallways to make him look even more small and alone) until he enters the main area with that weird floating piano. He gets it to land and absentmindedly starts testing the keys... Then, after a moment of hesitation, he plays the first notes of Freesia, which segues into the song as the screen cuts to the last of the credits.

Then it ends for reals.

[lubrumalis]

I know you've already glossed over how simon would be with a partner and what kind of person he would need. but would you be able to go more in depth about what type of person you think he'd be interested in? what kind of person do you think would suit him best?

ghosts ideal type

who would this man be interested in?

first of all, i think ghost isn’t blinded by physical attraction. of course everyone has their preferences when it comes to height, weight, etcetc but i really dont think ghost cares. at least for 2009 ghost, hes a gentleman who doesn’t judge others. tall? short? fat? skinny? ugly? pretty? he doesn’t give a fuck. i think 2009 ghost is very attracted to kindness and compassion for others, leading him to have a soft spot. in the end i think he’d be very interested in someone who constantly is on the lookout for others and is very independent. in the comic hes always the one saving others and taking that responsibility, so he finds it nice when theres someone out there thats similar. hes the typa guy to fall for the girl next door whos constantly smiling, but knows how to playfully banter with him.

i highly doubt ghost would ever be attracted to someone in tf141 or working with him in the military… since to him work is work. there are also no females in the SAS (its true!) with only 2 passing pre selection in 2021, meaning ghost would have little exposure to working with female teammates. even if there is, it would be a huge slow burn romance imo.

also on the enemies to lovers thing—i dont see that happening. reboot ghost gives the vibes of a man who’d lowkey do that at first, but itd never happen. ghost is a simple man when it comes to relationships: i like you + you like me = mutual feelings. he wouldn’t get the whole ‘i kind of hate you because im pissed at you but also find you attractive’ trope. in fact he’d find it really annoying. he was already betrayed by his soldier teammates once, hes not gonna take it well if someone on his team suddenly gets aggressive towards him in the name of 'attraction'.

ghost isn’t shallow. but he would want his partner to be clean of drugs, have basic hygiene, and dress cutely from time to time. stuff like big ass and big boobs with an hourglass isn’t of his concern at all. in the comic he was in this bar full of prostitutes with his team, every soldier was enjoying their time with a girl—except ghost. he even told a prostitute to go fuck off when she got too touchy. so this can prove hes really not that hypersexual.

traits s/o needs

someone independent. they can cook, clean, live on their own for long periods of time. ghost is a soldier, meaning his schedule is different from most men. hes deployed for sometimes 6 months at a time, so his s/o needs to be content with living alone for long periods of time. the fact ghost is also deployed in active war zones and literal deserts while surviving on 5 hours of sleep, means he cant text or call daily either. this person can’t think that ghost is being distant or not loving them enough, its simply the life of a top tier SAS soldier. ghost doesn’t want this to happen either, but the person must be able to feel secure and independent without him… this also means knowing the possibility ghost could die at any point during his deployment.

someone who values acts of service. first of all, ghost has had a lot of people disappoint him in his life. general shepherd, his american teammates during the mission to destroy roba, and his dad. id argue his brother tommy too (used to be an addict), though its not disappointment its moreso “im not happy you’re on drugs”. ghost needs someone who does things for him that proves trustworthiness and loyalty. small things, like taking care of him when hes sick and preparing a warm meal when he comes back from the freezing outside. id imagine ghost does the same for his partner.

someone with good and strict morales. ghost is a good guy, and we know it. he prevented a girl from getting sexually assaulted, spent years guiding his drug addict brother into rehab, and will just punch about anyone who he thinks is pure evil. even after months of brainwashing and torture done by roba, when every american special forces soldier gave in, ghost didnt. he needs someone similar—morales they will never break … ever. even when tortured.

[hyewka]

dominating..ceo soobin….dominating CEO SOOBIN!!!

using his tie as bondage ..haha im normal about this haha..but hear me out!!!!! hes a total nepo baby, getting the ceo position because of his father. different than his older brother in the sense that he thinks following in the steps of his father is his duty, none of that sense of “carrying tradition” translates well to his work though bcs he effing fucks up virtually everything that he touches. terrible at his job (nobody really tells him though) that his father has to literally hire someone to take it upon themselves to make the right decisions..so basically he has his CEO title for show. terrible at negotiation but not at asserting his dominance in the work space lol has the face of steel, not cracking a smile at any formal work events (not everyone knows hes playing with the cuffs of his stupidly expensive suit behind his back).

networking networking..networking!!! you approached mr. choi for networking. like everybody else. being friends with your ceo is unlikely, but being friendly with him would give you some perks. itd be hard though, considering the reputation he holds (cold, aloof, distant…bleh). with your simple black dress paired with pearl accessories to compliment it and your glass of wine in hand, you walk up to the rigid man by the weirdly empty bar. soobin is…awkward, really awkward. stumbles around his words when he offers a longer response to you, definitely is unprofessional with the way he just cant hide the blush on his cheeks and the fact that he even mildly finds you attractive. okay so change of plans, you’re flirting with your boss. harmless fun, everyones sort of drunk and in their own world with their plus ones anyway. “what department do you work in?”

“mm, you’re quite a curious guy.” you hide the amused smile managing to break through at seeing how his eyes widen, looking like his brains working at hundreds of miles per hour, “i’m in marketing.”

“oh, i hope you don’t take this the wrong way—sorry if you feel uncomfortable with so many questions.”

“i don’t mind them, keep asking.” you were definitely crossing an invisible territory with the way you bat your lashes at him, swirling your drink, pushing your tits up..just a bit.

himbo soobin getting more tipsy by the minute, he definitely becomes a little loose, a lot more confident with his words, though more susceptible to your teasing remarks, getting flustered every time you decide to slur your voice and actually hold eye contact.

now imagine you end up pushing soobin in a bathroom definitely not meant to fit two, at the party where hundreds of your coworkers are present, and giving him a fucking …handjob. “the bathroom?” he whispers, shocked at his whereabouts. you don’t pay him much mind as you hurriedly unbuckle his jeans, “raise your hands.” you order.

when you realize he didn’t listen to you, you take it upon yourself to take untie his tie, to which he audibly complains, “wait no—my outfitttt..”

“do you want to get like, the handjob of your life or are you going to keep being a whiny bitch?”

you’re not sure where the surge of confidence comes from (considering he could fire you with the snap of his fingers), but it shuts him up. using his expensive tie to keep his hands restrained, arms up high while you play with the himbos dick, haha…im gonna pass because the way hed be sooo whiny, whimpers slipping through but even more so when you experiment with dirty talk to see how he reacts—trying an insult about his work ethic, and how everyone sees him as incompetent, destined to throw the company to the ground..oh yup, there it is, his dick’s reacting. beads of precum’s dribbling down his tip, and you coo having found what he likes. “mr. choi likes getting degraded? imagine if your subordinates found out…”

“don’t—don’t tell anybody..please” its barely a whisper through the gasps you pull out of him every sudden speed up on his girth, but you could pick up on it.

you could’ve reassured him that you won’t, his secrets safe with you, pathetic ceo who likes to be dominated by a woman?!?!! scandalous!!! you obviously wouldn’t tell anybody, and you’ll make sure to clear that up after this but…having some fun wouldn’t hurt. not when you’re already giving your boss a fucking handjob. “my mouths tight shut… if you follow through. no cumming unless i say so.”

[daisymerollingg]

heyyy i know drive knight is definitely hard to write about, but.. do you think you could write something about him slowly gaining feelings for the reader? i think itd be really cute (assuming hes maybe a cyborg like genos)

Drive knight, falling inlove?

Genre; fluff, hcs

Pairing: Drive knight x reader

side note; Hi Anonn, I didn’t expect my first ask for opm to be about drive knight tbh. Drive is definitely a complicated ask,, also there isn’t a single fic about him damn. Anyhow, you ask and you shall receive!

also this is longer than expected

Drive knight is an interesting and mysterious character. There really isn’t much information about him I can go off of.

Because he has the same core thing Genos has, i’m going to assume he’s a cyborg for the sake of this fic.

Drive is cold and does not care for much, he is simply focused on his own goals. The well being of others doesn’t concern him, hero or civilian.

So it was new when you caught his eye. It was probably your intelligence and calculated skills that piqued his interest in you at first. Your logic-oriented approach to things, and even your resourcefulness made him want to learn more about you. He figured your abstract knowledge and talent could aid him in his own objectives.

He observes you for awhile. Not in a weird or stalkerish way, simply just watching you whenever the both of you so happened to be in the same space together. He silently absorbs every word you say and every action or move you take. It’s not obvious at all, actually.

When he finds that he wants to learn even more about you or maybe he thinks you have information that maybe of use to him, He’ll start engaging in conversations with you, in a very tactical manner though. Most of the time He’ll interrogate you about information or discuss theories he has. The convos are often emotionless and very straight to the point.

solely from these interactions, and the fact he does not reciprocate any type of greeting or pleasantries, you’ll likely be intimidated by him.

moving on,

It all starts when Drive knight has some new theory he thinks you might able to help him delve deeper into. When he goes up to you with his usual monotoned call for your name, which is his way of greeting people, you assumed, and his gaze falls onto a patched up area on the whole of your lower arm. He feels something in him shift slightly and he asks you about it, before he even starts talking about his theories. It honestly caught you off guard . You tell him that you dropped some hot oil on your arm while cooking and burned yourself but it was no big deal.

he stays silent for a few moments, his one mechanical eye leering down at you, then he simply tells you that you should be more careful, and sustaining a hindering wound while doing such a mundane task is un-exemplary. You weren’t sure if he was worried or disappointed in you…?

then he quickly switches the topic to what he originally came to discuss.

Afterwards, Drive knight thinks back to that interaction and confusion settles in him. He didn’t know why he was eager to know what had happened to you, and why he even advised you to be careful… He brushes it off.

it was when he starts picking up, and I mean actually noticing other things about you, that he starts to grow truly perplexed. The way you walked, sipped your tea, brushed off the creases in your outfit and straightened your back whenever someone approached you, and many other subtle characteristics he picked up on, lingered in the back of his mind.

he started appreciating you, and those subtle acts of yours. He enjoyed how human you were.

Again, however, he ignored that little nagging voice in his head.

Subconsciously, he started doing things out of character of him. He started greeting you with a ‘hello’, which he never did, and even mutely acknowledged your presence with a curt nod even if he didn’t want anything from you at that time.

his core starts to warm up slightly when he’s speaking to you, and sometimes he gets lost in your eyes or even just your features when you’re speaking. He starts occasionally feeling worried about you, or might randomly start to wonder what you’re currently doing.

Of course, when he starts to act more warmly to you, you start seeking him out yourself, maybe just for advice or discuss your own theories or even just to tell him something random that happened to you.

When he finally realizes that his feelings towards you were romantic, he’s in conflict with himself. Does he just have to live with these feelings, at least, until they diminish and satisfy them with the small interactions you have? Would they distract him from ultimate ambition? Would his feelings grow to the point a mere exchange of words with you here or there might not satisfy him?

Thankfully, the feelings he has toward you rarely ever distract him. Even though you do cross his mind every now and then, it’s nothing too intense or he couldn’t push away.

He still prioritizes his goal above everything else.

He would start to view his feelings for you as simply another variable to account for. Maybe not positively at first. He starts analyzing you from a distance, trying to figure out why you make him feel the way he does.

after awhile of trying to grapple his emotions, he just comes to the conclusion that this was just a part of human connections, and if he wanted to live amongst them, he must learn to adapt to this.

After a very long while, he’ll confess. He’s very matter-of-factly about it, too. “Through my observations, I have determined that I hold a special interest in you. I would like to pursue further understanding of this dynamic.” And yada yada.

when you reciprocate his feelings, he feels something being lifted off his chest, something he didn’t even know was there.

how he acts in your relationship… very professional? He’s not affectionate, not physically or verbally, doesn’t really have a label for you either. He won’t call you his partner, boyfriend/girlfriend. You’re just Y/n to him, someone Maybe if you probe him about it, he’ll refer to you as his significant other.

his love language is acts of service,

his protectiveness over you would likely increase after you’ve made it “official”. In a very strategic way. He’ll analyze the threat then neutralize it as quickly and efficiently as possible before you’re even aware of any danger. And this also counts for unserious dangers.

ex: the eggs had run out but you were planning to have eggs for breakfast. Drive will quickly buy you some eggs and put them in the fridge before you even notice.

He would also improve your living conditions by installing Security systems, or fixing any type of mechanical/electronical issue.

he also gives you gifts that are more efficient than they are sentimental. Probably something that would personally help you or make your life easier.

Doesn’t complement you much on his own. If you ask if he likes your outfit or you if you look good, he’ll say yes (or answer honestly), really doesn’t go further than that.

Kissing… he can’t kiss you obviously, but you can kiss him. He doesn’t mind when or if you kiss him, he actually kind of likes it.

Won’t seek out sensual intimacy with you but will reciprocate it, rather awkwardly, if you offer it. (Ex: holding hands, hugging, cuddling, possibly.)

He generally just loves having conversations with you, whether they’re tactical or just random talks about anything.

[diamondpastry]

It’s ME, the DEVIL. I have QUESTIONS.

1. How badly does Ingo miss Melli and Irida? I know he had a situationship with the former, but what about the latter?

2. What would Emmet think about Melli? What does Ingo think about Elesa? Has he re-met her yet?

3. Does Volo have any other ‘friends’? I’m envisioning him lazing around with Iris and Drayden chatting dragon facts while imagining their downfall

4. Not a question but I’m OBSESSED with Emmet strangles Volo and is talked down by his mental image of his brother only for Volo to convince him to murder him and then Emmet has a traumatic break. That’s actually the peak of all media.

All of which to say, thank you so much for your art and works!!! You’re doing amazing!!!!

HELLO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE I WILL ANSWER NOW THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST

1. verrrry ... irida is briefly mentioned in the upcoming comic, and we're about to get the third part for the short 'melli attempt no' series ... though im sure irida is way younger than ingo he still regard her with a lot of respect hes just that kind of guy. i have the same hc as everyone where shes one of the few ppl that insisted he stay in the pearl clan when everyone else were quick to pick him apart and shove him away ...

2. emmet would not like melli 😭😭😭😭 listen if ingos gunna get in a relationship and love separately from emmet, its gotta be someone emmet could trust. i feel it takes a while for ingo to truly fall in love but if he falls he falls. im speaking 5 sets of rose tinted glasses. you will wake up to breakfast in bed everyday and a kiss on the forehead; if you do so much as to slip and get a slight sprain, itd be like he's the one who took the hit. and ten fold. i should just drop my hcs about how they are in relationships in a different post but yeah. emmet is often concerned about ingo LMAO. and knowing mellis... attitude, emmet would def fight to separate them (it is completely none of emmets business ... dumb ass muppet ...)

i currently have no plans for ingo elesa reunion but i really should get on that atsp ...... shes one of the close friends he's forgotten but im sure after a day or two of hanging out, things will click into place !

3. no 🤤 okay maybe. but i dont think he could have anything beyond the surface level. it has to be people he feels safe enough to willingly talk about his immortality to ... and you know how he feels abt that ... lots of 'friends' he has r just ppl he use for his benefit sigh

4. THANK YOU SO MUCH thats the first comic and first fic entry in the series actually !! the scenes with ingo was nonexistent in the fic vers, it was something added last minute ... i didnt want people to see emmet as a ruthless murderer who kills without hesitation. it was volo who pushed him to do it, and volo who used it against the poor guy. i am verrrry happy to see ppl talk abt it ... theres so much to analyze abt the scene ... volo didnt even enjoy the killing part. hes capable of pain and he isnt a masochist in anyway despite how hard he was smiling then. he just disregards himself and has low self worth. i love these two. they are insane. oh my god

[lollipopliccer]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ cock warming , big cocky hahaa , praise , pet names ꫂ ၴႅၴ

lollipopliccer drabble babbles ❦ hehehe first drabblleeeee, im gonna call em my drabble babbles , cuz in these they’re just gonna be straight waffle. this post was meant to b short but i still ended up making it too fucking long UGH + barely anytime went into this soo yea.

in need of some proper pampering ૮꒰˶•⤙•˶ ꒱ა

kento taking care of his baby after you feel so fucking exhausted and irritable from doing uni assignments allll day (yes fucking plssss!)

kento who just says “come here, my love” as you grumble and stomp, but once you hear nanami’s soft, deep voice it immediately gets to you, having you already feeling pouty. u walk up from ur desk to the couch to where kento’s sat. walking up to him you feign indifference from the way his voice affects you, even though his voice has your mind going placesss

although you still feel a little stubborn, instead of taking your rightful place on his lap, you rather defiantly snark a

“what.”

nanami already knows how his baby gets so he ignores your little attitude for now. he takes your hand kissing it before guiding you onto him so you can straddle him. he pulls you close to him while he spreads his legs so you can sit on him comfy, just how you like.

“mmm there you go baby” kento soothes, you snuggle into him sum more. feeling too frustrated by the day u don’t wanna talk u don’t wanna think, u just want kento to hold u.

kento runs his fingers through your braids, lightly tracing along the nape of your neck, making you feel tingly all over. he then rubs your back with his other hand under your oversized hoodie, and you almost purr from the sensations

feeling so tender, u want him in you

“ken can i please…” you whisper, wanting him inside you. it would make you feel so placid, so nice and gooey

nanami knowing what you needed from the way you’ve been rocking on him from time to time, your purrs and little gasps weren’t helping him stay focused on calming you

“mmm, i’m not sure honey, that’ll take some prep” kento unsure of what you could take right now, didn’t want to hurt you

“m’good kennie, i just wanna sit on it” you tell kento raising ur head a bit so he can see u better

“mmmm” kento hums as he puts his forefinger under your chin guiding you up to him. before your lips touch he ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip. he practically salivates at how soft and plush they are. you bring your hands around his neck and pull him to you

oooo n the way he kisses is just so good, his lips so soft, you can taste your cocoa butter lip balm on his lips, the way he holds you in place. he would let you grind your hips on him for a little bit before you got whiny and he’d pulled out his hardening cock.

his cock in his hand, growing n throbbing, thankfully he was still a little soft so itd be easier for you to work in. kento’s cock was always struggle to take. no matter how many times you’ve slobbered and cum all over it. no matter where you were taking it, nanami took his time to work you up, thoroughly.

whether it was on his tongue or his fingers, or both, he’d make you cum for him over and over before he’d let you touch him. no matter how much he whined, he was a patient man, a man with discipline. it made you go fucking crazy.

“we’ll go slow and then you can sit on it, that okay baby?” kento conditions.

“k” you smirk, feeling elated that he’s gonna let you have your way.

he gently kisses your forehead before whispering down to you

“spit on it”

nanami still worried that you weren’t prepped enough, he didn’t want to hurt his princess. he wanted to make sure you were just so relaxed. so he makes sure to have you gather your spit and watch as you.

as your spit slides down his cock, you watch it twitch, and kento’s breath hitches. he uses your spit to help lubricate himself so it’ll be easier for you to take.

you hold onto his shoulders and let him guide his dick into your wet pussy. the stretch from just the tip has you suck in your breath,

“aaangh” you whine

nanami immediately soothes you pulling you into him so your head rests on his shoulder into his neck

“sshhh baby, i know, i know, i’ve got you, just gonna be a little more promise”

“mmm m’kay” you moan from feeling kento flex his hips into you more, making you take inch by inch. the stretch is unbelievable.

he’s so fucking thick and heavy, the way his dick throbs in you is just what you needed. the way he slowly glides his into you, so you can feel the veins of his cock melting you on him until you feel him bottom out in you.

your hips on his, the way he grips them, you can see the veins on his hands. his hands clutching the curves of your hips, helping you sit pretty on his dick, his gorgeous princess.

“good girl” he praises, so proud of you for being able to take him

you give a mix of a hum giggle as a response, too tired to talk. but loving the feel of him, loving all he was doing for you, you felt completely full, prettily stuffed and satisfied

[the-s1lly-corner]

SCRAMBLES IN-

Ive had Cotl Bishop relapse and stumbled across your one bed trope with them-

What if lamb catches on that something more might be brewing and lowkey ships it, so they just upgrade the already existing hut instead of building a new one.

And just a few headcanons as to how reader and bishops grow closer/realisation that their cult leader ships it?

(I think it would be funny if at dinner one time lamb just asks 'so when are you gonna ask them out?' and that sentence alone almost kills the bishops again /joke)

P.s would reader be allowed to be a cuddle bug?

P.s.s sorry if this a lot, feel free to pick and choose what parts of the idea you want to include or not. If you want to cut down on the amount of characters Shamura and Leshy would be preffered. ^^

Lambert playing matchmaker w/ you and the bishops

rubs my little hands- you guys ever make all your other followers to go sleep on holy day rituals but leave just 2 followers (that you ship together) alone so they can actually befriend each other and/or fall in love or is that just me notes: reader is gn, playing off of the one bed trope post , post game but not post final quest, short time jump so its at least within a few weeks of the respective bishop joining the cult, written on mobile cws: implied freaky stuff but like "lambert jokes about sending them and you to the mating tent to try to bring you two closer"

Leshy

He hardly needs the Lambe help to make his move on you, hes still got that god like arrogance... he sometimes pops out of the ground just to bug you while you're working... may attempt to drag you off to do something else

...it does sometimes take him a while to recognize the feelings as romantic, before he just loved how attentive you were to him.. it reminded him of how his followers used to fawn over him in godhood

Probably has the balls to scurry into your bed and ask to huddle up with you- it's too cold in this shelter, hes a bug! Hes cold blooded! Warm him up!! ..his moss.. leaves.. things... dont feel too bad.. and if it's too hot? The moss is cool to the touch! It's a win no matter the condition!

If he could glare at the lamb he would, the question of when hes going to ask you out doesnt make him falter... grumbles under his breath about the lamb being annoying and to go away... he cant see the smirk they're giving him

Finds himself working in the same areas as you- if you're chopping wood hes chopping wood.. and so on... not that hes actually going to do work, hes going to attempt to drag you off somewhere

Heket

Shes like her younger brother, shes confident enough to eventually make a move when she feels its right... she won't turn you down for a cuddle session even if shes not entirely a cuddler...

The lamb catches her beelining for wherever you're working to make sure you're not overworking yourself- and how she sometimes forcefully drags you to get some water or to take a break

She actually can glare, and the look she gives the lamb is enough to kill but they remain unphased and ask if she wants them to assign her to the same jobs as you

Super straight forward when she does ask you out, torn vocal cords make it hard to dance around topics- it may almost come off as a threat but that's just because of the growl and strain, her body language tells you shes trying to be tender

Kallamar

If he didnt feel humiliated from getting his ass beat twice by the lamb he would waste no time in trying to romance you- if he had met you later after hes been in the cult for longer, then itd be a different case...

Hes more subtle, testing the waters to see if you're receptive slowly getting bolder with time until hes basically flirting with you

Damn near inks himself when the lamb asks him when he plans on asking you out... would he like it if they sent the two of you to the mating tent to spend some time together? They say it jokingly but he nearly jumps on the offer... though he'd much rather the idea come from you

Subtly brags about his past accomplishments to try to win you over, regardless of if you know he was a bishop or not

Shamura

Slow slow burn, theyve never rushed into relationships so why start now? They want to know all there is to know about you before committing to you.... this leads to a lot of late night talks in your shared hut

Waits until you're both done with your work for the day before coming to you

To outsiders there doesnt seem to be any feelings on their end- but to their siblings and the lamb.. they can tell.. it also helps when at least one of those people can read minds

They don't give much of a reason to the lamb asking when they're going to ask you out- actually they answer honestly if theyve already decided when

Bonus they chirp/purr at you. Literally the only hint to you that they might have some attraction to you prior to asking you out- excluding them outright saying they think you're beautiful or a good companion to have or the longing gazes or how they guide your hands for a task or-

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High and Low

An arranged fate

Norihisa Hyuga x reader

P.1 P.2 P.3 P.4

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The car ride was quiet to the point anyone could tell there was tension.

Should i say something,? But why should i? I did nothing wrong not to mention im still upset and mad over what happened.

The second the car stopped I quickly got out, breathing in the fresh air as the car ride felt too heavy in sense of atmosphere. I walked my way to the house not bothering to look at Hyuga or anyone at all, though what i couldnt turn a blind eye on was how quiet the house was and how there was no mess. I mean, not including Hyuga which is surprising, all his members are messy and after every party, they would leave a mess which i always complained about though no one never listened.

As I entered the house, i made no comment on its state and just headed towards my room. Just then a voice stopped me “let’s talk”. I sighed and turned around only to look at a serious Hyuga standing infront of me while his members were clearly trying to earsdrop behind the half closed door. Noticing me glancing at the door, Hyuga sighed before speaking in a threatening tone “everyone leave” which they did..quickly too.

“I have nothing to talk about” my tone clearly suggesting that i do not want to talk to him.

“Lets sit down” he replied ignoring my words.

“Are you deaf” i scoff, causing him to glare at me before taking a deep breath.

“Listen to me, didn’t you always wanted to talk. Well now im giving you the opportunity” he replies.

“I do not want to amazing opportunity” my tone filled with sarcasm “whatever you want to say, say it. Im busy”

“You didn’t seem very busy at the club”

“I was taking a break” i shrugs

There was a silence between us for a couple of seconds before he spoke again.

“Your food, we didn’t throw it out” he glances away.

“So? What do you want me to do?” Honestly what is he thinking, i may have not been mad earlier but now i am becoming slightly annoyed, just slightly.

He seems to think for a while before speaking up “what i mean is..we didn’t mean to cause whatever happened”

“First of all, whos ‘we’. Second of all what is ‘did happened.’.Third of all, either way i dont care”.

“I meant, me and the gang with the whole making you cook but not eating what you made and-”

“As i said, i dont care. It was my fault for being naive enough to think that maybe, maybe we could’ve at least been friends or roommates at minimum and it’s my fault for trusting you. I cant imagine how desperate I must’ve looked in your eyes, trying to talk to you and all. It wont happen again so dont worry about that” I explain to him before going back to my room, not giving him a chance to speak.

Hyuga’s pov

Im unsure for the first time, should i go after her or what? Its fucking complicated and for what? I admit what i did was wrong and unnecessary. I can still remember how much one of the member’s girlfriend went off by saying it was cruel, if thats cruel i wonder what she’ll think about the daily situations the gang gets itself into.

After she left i thought she will comeback and in the meantime i got everyone to clean up, while some people also tried the stuff she made and it wasnt as bad as i thought itd be; however as the hours passed and it got darker and she still wasn’t back yet, thats when i got all the members to go out and look for her. And thats what we did for the whole entire fucking night until we found out she was at the club. If before i was trying to hide the fact that i was indeed worried that she may have gotten lost or hurt, as this is a shit neighbourhood, now it was clearly obvious i was way more than annoyed after finding out she was at a club, the cherry on top being it was that old man’s club.

By the time I found out where she was it was already morning. However, morning or night, that doesnt stop me from trashing the club until she came out. I found myself quickly looking at her the second she stepped out, as she called out Rocky’s name as if they were close..maybe I should break everything until the club’s worth nothing.

The drive home was quiet, was I too aggressive when I grabbed her?, should i say something?, and what the fuck did he mean i lack in some aspect?! My grip on my steering wheel getting tighter. What is wrong with me? Worrying about some rich girl. I bit my inner cheek trying to remain calm, which definitely wasn’t working.

In the house, to say i was surprised when she refused to talk to me would be a lie, although i did felt what maybe felt like disappointment..?

No, it was definitely annoyance. When even was the last time someone dared to refuse to me.

Reader’s pov

I cant take it anymore, even being exiled sounds more appealing. I’m being overworked, have no one to talk to, the one i did had happen to be a the leader of a rival gang of my fiancé, and my fiancé is…i give up. He’s a lost case, even Baddeley or Freud wouldn’t want to study him.

I grab the pillow on the bed while laying and scream into it.

After the THAT day i tried my best to avoid him or his members, if that meant staying in my room the whole day or leaving the house very early in the morning just so I wouldn’t see anyone’s face, so be it, at this point i have already reached my limit anyway, what difference will it make going a bit overboard.

Days turned into weeks and those were about to turn into 2 months, 2 months of successfully avoiding him. Or so I thought. Just like every morning i got ready early, taking my bag which contained work documents and my laptop before quietly going downstairs to put my shoes on, so i could leave.

“Where are you going?” A tone cold and serious of the same man im trying to avoid.

Fuck.

“Work” i reply, a stupid reply given I could easily work from home.

“This early? You leave this early and come back late, not to mention i haven’t seen you even using the kitchen or living room at all” he says, clearly aware of my effort in avoiding him.

I turn to look at him, only to be met by a man with sleeping bags and his usual outside clothes. Where is he going at this time? As it was after all 4:00 am.

“Im working overtime, plus im not very welcomed here so i feel bad for being in places where its optional, i always preferred eating out anyways” i reply, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He raises an eyebrow, looking at me up and down before scoffing, slowly approaching me until he was about one step away from me.

“You expect me to believe you..?”

“What do you want?” My tone carrying a hint of annoyance.

“To talk”

“I dont want to”

“I wasn’t asking, im telling”

“So sassy” i muttered under my breath

“What do you want to say then” i add, hoping to get over with all if this as fast as possible.

“Lets sit down first”

“I’d rather not”

“Its either you walk or i’ll pick you up myself” his tone serious.

I should’ve meditated beforehand, i dont think i have the energy to deal with him. I take off my shoes and head towards the living room before taking a seat and look at him, “are you even in the right state of mind? You look high”. His eyes were red, hair messy and clearly tired.

“Just lack of sleep” he replies before also taking a seat infront if me. “How long? How long do you plan on avoiding me?”

Well, thats straight to the point.

“Why, you should just offer to break off the engagement by saying im not wife material.” I suggest, not like it be lying. “They wont even question it, that way you could get engaged to my cousin. She’s wayy better than me, pretty, knows how to cook and caring and all” not to mention two faced, annoying, stupid and bloody dependent on others.

He looks at me straight “dont want to”.

I shrugs “thats on you.”

After a couple of seconds of silence, he finally speaks again.

“What do i lack?” He asks, huh?

Hyuga’s pov

“What do i lack?” I wasn’t playing around when asking that, im serious. Since that day.

I’m far from the perfect ideal man, the princes and knights, hell im more like one of the villains that kids cry when they show up on the screen.

Because of me, we started off wrongly. Because of me, she felt more safe and comfortable with Rocky. Because of me, she leaves the house early and comes late. Does she even eat? Im the last one to care for some chick, but she is my fiancée and im the problem.

At first i gave her space, a couple of days, then weeks but now after two months i cant take it anymore. If i wanted too i could easily have my people follow her but wont she hate me even more. Even my members started spouting nonsense on how they feel bad for her.

“What do you mean?” Her voice carrying a hint of confusion.

“What do you want from me? How do you want me to be? I’ll try, even those disgusting cheesy things they do in movies. However what i cant do to is give you more space and time.” This is fucking embarrassing, i run a hand across my face, the tiredness getting to me as i cant help but remember how the gang instead of doing something productive, and that fucking meant making a list of things that are wrong with me. The list was almost never ending. Those bastards.

“You mean relationship wise? As in giving a try to us going out?” She looks at me perplexed as if she didn’t know if she should worry or laugh, though it was obvious she was amused by this. At least one of us is enjoying this whole thing.

“Are you okay? Did you got into a fight and hit your head?” She says causing me to look at her, “just tell me” i say, ignoring her comments.

“I dont know, how about instead of complicating my life and your too, i guess. You just break of the engagement and get with my co-”

“Cousin?” I interrupt her “met her before, she’s annoying and i cant stand to be in a room with her more than 10 seconds. Not to mention im engaged to you so why would i think about someone else? Im a gang leader, a crazy bastard, a convicted felon, however i dont cheat” i say looking straight at her.

Reader’s pov

He definitely received a big blow on his head. I dont blame him on what he said about my cousin, although i am taken off guard about his sudden words. “I have more cousins” i say, however that causes him to mutters my name seriously. Did i fucked up?

“I dont care how good your cousins are, if they are better than you or worse, if they can bring me more benefits or not. Im not breaking up the engagement with you” his tone serious.

“Thats because you haven’t met my other cousins yet. Let me tell you, the one same age as me is so good, pretty, wife material and mother material so she wouldn’t mind having your kids, on other hand my i dont want any kids to begin with. She also smart, not spoiled” at this rate one might think im playing matchmaking, and i wouldn’t blame them at all.

He looks at me straight, not saying anything for a couple of seconds. Maybe it was his habit, but I definitely wasn’t used to it. “Done?”

“Done, what?” I repeat

“Playing this match making bullshit.” Maybe it’s because im tired, but why is he voice becoming more serious by the second.

“I dont care if you think you’re not wife material, I’m definitely not husband material and that’s obvious. I dont want kids, i dont know who gave you the impression that i did, but i dont.” He adds, standing up and getting closer to me, causing me to look up at him.

“One chance, i’ll try to change.” His voice now quieter “if not that at least stay at home, if i make you uncomfortable or any of my men do, i dont mind coming in only when you are asleep and leaving earlier. Food, i give you my card, order yourself food or make it, feel free to use the kitchen but stop eating out too much you’re going to get sick at point.” He says while taking out his card, placing it on the coffee table before checking his phone and wearing his coat.

“Where are you going?” It slipped out before i even could control it, why the fuck would he tell me, i dont even care.

“Work.” He looks at him, his eyes red from the lack of sleep “unlike yours, my work doesnt have specific hours. Its still dark, work from here. Across the house there more empty room, pick one to make your office or whatever” he says before leaving.

He’s not being serious about this whole ‘i’ll make it up to you’ thing.”..? Please dont be.

I hate exams, all i think about is those but i keep on procrastinating on revision. Nevertheless, my update are slow asf and im so sorry for that :(

But regarding the story, I originally planned on making long simply cuz i like it but should i just make a diff alternative where its not long..

[intimidating-fettuccine]

candy and terrors rambles? thoughht itd be fun to see their differences and stuff:)

I have the mental image in my head of like, Candy and Terrors having separate closets. Candy likes to dress fashionably, but it’s on the clownish side and Terrors likes to be elegant and regal, so i feel like they have different clothes to wear, which definitely helps people tell them apart. Candy is all bright colors and frills, and Terrors is in dark and elegant clothing you’d think a noble would wear. I feel like they’d wear Candy’s hair differently too. I think Candy just normally throws it up in a pony tail, but i feel like Terrors would try and braid it so it’s less of a nuisance to him to have all of that hair out. Bonus points because Candy is best friends with Jason that Terror probably used that to get Jason to give him tips for braiding hair because I don’t think Terrors had ever done it before their fusion. I’d also like to think it would make Terrors really happy if you offered to braid their hair for him, he’d be quite happy and sit politely and let you do as you please with it. But then Candy gets jealous and asks you to braid it for him too.

They’re similar in age, but their dynamics are so different. Candy is still rambunctious and acts quite young (which he technically is for his species), and then there’s Terrors who acts like an old man. Candy runs around telling jokes and having a good time, always in a large group of people, it’s always a party where Candy is. And then there’s Terrors, with his reading glasses and his huge ancient book collection, preferring to spend his time reading in silence and away from other people. Candy encourages loudness and excitement and Terrors is the person to ask everyone to keep it down because he’s trying to relax. I think if they had you that Terrors would relax quite a bit though. He’s never really spent close time with people before you, and socializing with you makes him much more relaxed and communicative, and he doesn’t quite have a stick up his ass anymore. He doesn’t wanna be around people still, but he’s not as grumpy when they’re doing things or if they get a little loud.

They’re also different in how they take you on dates. Candy takes you out shopping or bowling or mini golfing or to a zoo or an aquarium, you know, typical fun things to do on dates, and he’s always so high energy and touchy feely. Then there’s Terrors, who takes you out to nice restaurants, who takes you to see musicals or orchestral concerts, who takes you for long walks under the stars while he treats you respectfully like a gentleman. Sometimes Candy might take you on a Terrors date, and likewise Terrors might take you on a Candy styled date, but generally it’s quite obvious who you’re on a date with based on what the plans are.

[migorify]

i wonder how harold and george are in their universe in general, like how they act in class or at home ...

i mean, they do have proper education there but i still think they still have adhd, but maybe this time its either more disruptive or less, i dont think theres really an inbetween when theyre compared to the original george and harold

i also like to think that they have a some sort of dynamic or "strategy" when making a comic. georges artwork seem to look super tidy and same goes to his coloring to the point it almost looks like it was made digitally ;??!? this gave me a headcanon to where evil george does digital art for his work

perhaps the purple potty people had much more advanced technology that the original universe, knowing how much ppu jerome horwitz is genuinely a good and wealthy school from what we've seen

i like to think that during class whenever they feel bored (which is always), harold takes out a piece of paper and starts writing a script for whatever comic hes writing for, whether its captain blunderpants or witchwolf (ppu dogman)

george also helps him a bit here but hes not too good at it, since hes the artist and originally with normal harold, hes not that good at making/writing stories

now, george does his work at the tree house where he basically scans harolds work into their shared computer and he just draws his art in, using his drawing tablet :-)

a lot of these r like super ooc but thats ok.... i think its kinda awesome..

now that their way of making comics is out of the way, id like to talk a bit about how they act in general

i think in school they'd mess with mr krupp the most, its sure to know that they have close relationship with him.

also, even though it seems that the teacher here are insanely nice to their students to the point it makes you think detention doesn't even exist, i still think harold and george still get sent to mr krupps office after a serious prank, i mean, this is a pretty decent school after all

by 'serious prank' i mean something like ones that doesn't really make the prankee laugh it off or something. in which it probably happens often, knowing harold and george

and at home, their parents r probably mischievous in some way but not as evil as the boys, though they probably think that theyre innocent angels despite causing a lot of trouble in school AND at home

heidi is probably so pissed off at harold, he'd totally annoy the shit out of her

also with the relationship of their parents, im not sure if i should swap them or something.. i have like 3 options

stays the same as the og (harold having 1 mom while georges parents are still married)

harold living with his dad instead of her mom, george stays the same

completely swapped with george only living with his mom and harolds parents happily married

lmk ur thoughts on these :-) ! im having so much fun analyzing on what i think itd be like in the purple potty universe