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Not many things give me cuteness aggression, and Mimi is one the exceptions

(I literally scared my sib with how hard I punched my desk lol)

She is just to adorable!!

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⭐️ Convention Schedule for 2025 and 2026!⭐️

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assortment of chance physical affection hcs! ❤️ 🎲

• Please let this dork HOLD YOUR HAND. JUST LIKE THAT DAMN BEATLES SONG.

• His fingers, warm and inviting, slide into your own with ease. Chance doesn’t care when and where. During long GnG sessions, squeezing through the small hallways of your home, watching epic fantasy movies on Telly— if the brunette is gonna info-dump, then he should rub your thumb at the very least.

• Chance loves it when you massage his neck. Not sure why, but you tested it during a particularly stressful situation (blaming a specific embodiment of light) and the man nearly collapsed with a deep sigh. You felt like a wizard that discovered a new spell.

• When Chance is hunched over the table, his red lenses disguising the windows to his soul, your friendly hand appears. Kneading the back of his neck, the man melts and breathes for the first time today.

“Ah, that hit the spot,” He sighs, leaning his head back into the chair. “Thank you, love. I’ll make sure to return the favor later~”

• His dice bracelets are nowhere safe near you. Your curious paws love to slip them off his tatted arm, playing with one while you’re bored. Usually, Chance is pretty protective over his nerdy possessions. But your big curious eyes tell him that you mean harm.

• If you both wear glasses, I imagine that your guys’ first kiss… was, well, far from smooth. Both pairs of spectacles booped into each other before you could even touch his lips, sending you two back with a jump.

Sharing a bashful blush, Chance laughs and gingerly removes his red glasses. It’s a rare sight to see, his warm brown eyes catching the light. The Chronicler comedically squints and it makes you smile like a fool.

Your careful hands hold his square jawline, drawing his chin closer to seal your first of many playful kisses.

• Favorite type of kiss to give: hand kisses! Whether it be a princely plant of the lips to the backside of your hand, a sentimental smooch on your knuckles when you hold his fingers, a seal to the middle of your palm before you roll the dice— you’re absolutely smitten.

And he’s well aware of the size difference.

• Big fan of resting his head on your shoulder. Especially when the writing sessions last longer than usual. Maybe Chance’s projection of a body is finally catching up with him.

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“Tired of setting up torture for our friends?” You ask a yawning Chance, his head residing on your empty shoulder.

Poor guy has spent the whole evening creating a terrifying scenario for his current campaign. You remember him complaining that the idea of raising an army of the dead wasn’t a memorable enough experience. Your head is tired from shaking at his high GnG standards.

“Sometimes creative perfection is far away… just for tonight,” Chance murmurs. “You’re pretty comfortable… pretty … and comfortable.”

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y'all.... not saying i'm rushing you.... but where are the date everything fics............... 🤨🤨🤨

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breaking 'n entering (dorian/reader)

promised my bf i'd write about telly but this came out instead

cw: dorian gets the shit kicked out of him, low-key unrequited love

Every kick made in desperation was painful, brutal. Dorian stood firm and strong, taking every kick while clenching his jaw. If he faltered in any way, it would mean failure. He didn't know who this was, but they seemed drunk. Maybe just some random punk or a bitter ex, either way, he would not let them in. He couldn't. Every kick hurt, bruising his body. Dorian would have laughed as the person kicked everywhere but his weak spot, just below the knob.

He knew everyone would be okay; Monique had Sofia to protect her if they were after money. Those thoughts quickly left his head when Dorian received another blow to his gut, gritting his teeth with a pained grunt that sounded like the door giving way to the bastard kicking him. No, he needed to stand strong. Not just for the rest of the objects, but for you, sleeping soundly in your bed.

Sure, the other Dorians were sturdy, but a few good kicks like this would open them right up. The thought of this person doing something to you made Dorian's blood run cold, and he tensed, continuing to stand firm.

"Shitty... fuckin'..." The person mumbled, turning and stumbling away after long moments. They were definitely drunk, making their way over to the next house while bumbling nonsense and other stupid drunken behavior.

Dorian almost collapsed, catching himself just in time to stand tall and continue to protect you. You were safe, that's all that mattered...

"Yo... you good, man...?" Curt asked after a moment of silence, Rod next to him as usual, with the same worried expression. Wyndolyn was covering her mouth, watching on in horror. Dorian nodded with a grunt, now extremely grateful the drunk person didn't smash Wyndolyn instead.

"'m fine. Just... don't tell the human 'bout this. The last thing they need is more stress in their life." Dorian grumbled, taking slow, deep breaths to try and calm the pain and bruising spreading through his body. Curt and Rod looked at each other with raised brows and concerned looks, silently communicating whether they should tell you about what went down. "Please..."

The duo snapped their heads back toward Dorian at the sound of his soft plea, noticing his exhausted demeanor. The two look at each other again before nodding.

"Yeah, no problem..." Rod agreed. "A-are you sure you're good, man? I can get Able to go get Farya or-"

"I'm fine," Dorian said sternly, shooting the two a small glare that made them straighten up. "Just... give me a moment. And silence."

Wyndolyn watched from her space, making a mental note to tell you in the morning.

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Heading downstairs, you find Dorian collapsed, sitting on the ground, and catching his breath. You rush to him in a panic, kneeling beside him while Farya tended to his injuries.

"Jesus, Dorian, what the hell happened?!" You ask him. Dorian seemed disappointed in himself for being found like this, knowing he should have been stronger. He hesitated to tell you, not wanting to make you worry. He opened his mouth to tell the truth to you gently, but...

"He got his shit kicked in by some dude drunk outta his mind!" Curt blurted out.

"Yeah! But he took every hit like it didn't phase him!" Rod joined in. "He-!"

"Not now, please!" Farya interrupted in annoyance, wanting her full attention on Dorian. His shirt was pulled open, revealing his torso and multiple purple, almost black bruises. A soft blush dusted his cheeks due to being this exposed, especially with you so close.

Dorian looked at you from under his cap, giving you a look that could only be described as shame and sorrow. You only felt more worried, hesitating before taking his hand in yours.

"Thank you, Dorian." You say softly. His eyes widened briefly, brows shooting up before relaxing again and looking away.

"Just doin' my job, luv." He murmured, wincing as Farya applied something cold to his skin.

"Well, all the injuries are external, you'll be alright. Just try to relax and take it easy for a few weeks." Farya explained, brushing herself off and gathering her tools. "Oh, and put this on the bruises every day." She said, handing the strange blue and red bottle to Dorian.

"Thanks, but..." He looked at you again, hesitating to say he couldn't relax, he needed to stay strong to protect you. But that look in your eyes of pure worry and fear... the way you clenched his hand. "I'll... take it easy."

He buttoned up his shirt, pulling on his jacket again while telling himself it's nothing you haven't seen before, thanks to his horizontal form in the boiler room. He still couldn't help but blush, finding himself envious of the other Dorian that got so close to you while so little clothed.

"I'm alright, luv, really, ya don't have to fret over me all day," Dorian reassured you, still holding your hand, and giving it a gentle squeeze. He took a step back, retaking his position as the door.

"Alright... but take it easy, okay?" You replied, hesitant to leave him. You looked like you wanted to say more, but he closed himself off before you could. Dorian was already overwhelmed with emotions and didn't want to say or blurt out anything that could ruin the friendship.

You were safe... that's all that mattered.

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GUH i suck at dialouge sorry sorry.

thanks for reading mwah i'm doing smth for telly next (probably)

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thinking about date everything characters (a harem maybe?) with a lover who's paranoid at night.

open curtains, unlocked doors, the general looming fear that someone might be watching, that type of thing. not bad security, just anxiety.

daisuke would help to double check that all the windows and the doors are locked, having a checklist at the ready just for them.

dorian and wyndolyn not only affirm they are locked, but make sure they are shut and locked tight. if it means bringing a bit more security to the house, then both are more than willing.

curt & rod make sure that all the curtains are closed and that nobody can peek inside without meeting the guarded gazes of curt & rod.

chance helps to distract from the fear by running through some adventures, mateo ensuring max comfort whilst chance is narrative his stories.

after being tuckered out, betty and mateo ensure warmth and comfort whilst being tucked into bed. lyric may pop by to read a couple stories in order to ease nerves.

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House Dateable: You look lonely,

*gets closer in their gigantic form*

House Dateable: *Smiles* I can fix that~

Homeowner and other Dateables: 😳

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[You were rummaging through the fridge late at night, half-asleep and lazily humming to yourself.]

Reader: singing softly In the arms of the angel...

[Suddenly, a voice joined in behind you, continuing the line in a deep, dramatic tone.]

???: singing …fly away~

[You jolted and spun around only to see your boyfriend, Skips, standing there like a shadowy goblin of the night.]

Reader: JESUS CHRIST, SKIPS!

Reader: A warning! Give me a warning next time!

Skips: Warning.

[You groaned and slumped forward, pressing your tired face against his chest with a muffled groan. He just laughed, warm and playful, and reached past you into the fridge. A moment later, you felt something gently placed on your head.]

Skips: Wanna eat pudding together?

Reader: ...

Reader: muffled Yeah.

Date everything tag list: @dipdotsmiyakiwii

A/N: low-key needs better images for shadowlord as skips

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IDIOT • EDDIE & VOLT

requests: open

warnings: drinking/being drunk (nothing major)

word count: 1.9k

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m so glad this game has gotten me out of my two-year hiatus TvT these prompts are from my prompt list. but feel free to send me any original ideas you may have!

prompts: “i’m serious!”/ “…you’re smiling.” • “how much did you drink?” • “i’m not that drunk!”

*cross-posted on ao3

“We’re closed.”

Eddie’s gruff voice called out, not even bothering to look up from the glasses he was polishing. He expected the wayward patron to leave, the familiar squeak of the door signaling their departure. What he didn’t expect was to hear a voice, one he’s grown to know as Beverly.

“I know, I know. But it’s… important?”

This garnered Eddie’s attention, as his eyes located the personified mini bar, he noticed another being. Slumped against Beverly, with all the poise of a fawn learning how to walk, was you. Immediately, a sense of both irritation and protectiveness washed over Eddie. He moved from behind the bar, making his way over. “What did you do?” He asked, his expression dark and stoic but his voice giving away his concern. Beverly shrunk slightly under Eddie’s fierce gaze, laughing nervously,

“Well.. they offered to help me test out some new drinks, right? So, we started with mocktails and gradually made our way to cocktails and it.. just… kept.. going?”

Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel. 

“I did eventually cut them off, obviously. But we were having so much fun and they were complimenting my drink making. And you know business has been slow and they’re literally my only customer–”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eddie took a deep breath. “You couldn’t take them to Betty? Having them sleep it off is a better idea than taking them to another bar.” He stated. “They specifically asked for you and Volt. And I know you know how stubborn drunk people are.” Beverly explained, hoisting you up a little. While Eddie’s expression remained neutral, the subtle heat of his face flushing wasn’t lost on him. “Right. I guess we can–”

“Is that our live wire, I see?”

“Volt!”

For the first time since entering the Breaker Box, you spoke. Arms extending out as Volt approached, nearly face planting if it weren’t for him catching and holding you steady. As happy as he was to see you, Volt was perplexed by your drunken state. Normally, you never have more than two drinks with them so this was new. Volt looks at Eddie, a silent question in his expression. “Beverly had them test out several new drinks, many of which were alcoholic. Clearly.” Eddie stated, his sharp gaze never leaving Beverly. Another nervous chuckle escaped the minibar, “Haha, well I guess I better go. Bye!” And just like that she was gone.

Volt chuckled to himself, not taking this nearly as seriously as Eddie was. You could feel his laugh reverberate in chest, making you nuzzle into him more. Eddie just took in your state, as if contemplating on what to do next. “How much did you have to drink, hm?” Volt inquired, leaning his head down slightly to look you in the eye. You shrugged, meeting his gaze, “I dunno, like five? Six-ish?” You answered, your voice slurred. “They’re still coherent, that’s good.” Eddie commented, moving back to the bar to get, what you assumed is, water. Your bottom lip jutted out a bit and eyebrows furrowed, as Volt gently guided you to a booth. 

“Don’t talk like ‘m not here.”

“Sorry.”

Once you sat down, Volt slid in the booth next to you, taking the glass of water Eddie handed to him and slid it in front of you. “Don’t take it personally, live wire. That’s Eddie’s way of showing he’s worried.” He explained. “I’m not worried. You had a few drinks, I don’t care. I’m more concerned about you drinking yourself into a state like this.” Eddie rebutted, deciding to stand rather than sit, subconsciously cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “What? ‘m not even that drunk!” You exclaimed, your voice way too loud considering the three of you were in close proximity to each other. “Right. Like you weren’t barely standing when Beverly brought you here. And damn near fell when Volt came over. Totally sober.” Eddie remarked, a sarcastic lit to his voice. Your brows furrowed once more as you looked off to the side, “You’re mean.” You comment, resting an elbow on the table along with your head in your hand. 

Eddie scoffed in disbelief, looking to Volt for back up. “You are being a bit harsh, Eddie.” Volt added, a small smile still on his lips, clearly enjoying whatever this is. Eddie starts to speak before cutting himself off and sighing. He squats down on your side of the booth, a gentle hand taking residence on your knee. “Look. I don’t mean to be mean, I just– what if Beverly didn’t decide to escort you here? What if you decided to head here on your own? And you tripped on the stairs or something, breaking Skylar in the process. You could hurt yourself or worse and at the end of the day we’re still just objects. You would’ve been on your own.” Eddie stated, taking a breath. You hadn’t thought of that, though your thoughts were a bit scrambled in general at the moment. But, nevertheless, Eddie’s words resonated with you.

“You’re right, ‘m sorry for making you worry..”

“I’m not– it’s fine.”

Standing back up, Eddie gestures for you to scoot over and you oblige. Now sandwiched between the two, Volt slides the forgotten glass of water in front of you. “You should drink some, just to sober up a bit, yeah?” He suggests. You start to whine but Eddie isn’t having it, “Drink the water, it’s non-negotiable” He states, tapping the side of the glass. You huff and drink a tiny sip, drinking some more when Eddie gives you a look. “How are you feeling overall?” Volt hums, his arm draping over your shoulder and rubbing your arm a bit. “Tired, nauseous–” You start. “Don’t throw up.” Eddied interjected. “I wasn’t planning on it?” You reply, rolling your eyes. 

Volt laughs at the banter, “That’s our live wire. You’re definitely feeling better if you’re giving Eddie an attitude” He comments. You sigh, leaning against Eddie, your eyes fluttering close. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed?” He asks, seemingly opposed but shifting to make you more comfortable. You say nothing, shaking your head as a response, turning to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “You smell good.” You hum sleepily, inhaling his scent deeply. Sober you would be absolutely mortified by your drunk actions but that was a tomorrow problem. Volt snickered, coughing into his hand in a poor attempt to disguise it. He busied his hands, taking hold of your legs and lifting them up into his lap, stroking your calf gently as your breathing begins to even out.

Eventually, the pair felt your body relax completely, a clear indicator that you were asleep. “Should we take them to Betty?” Eddie asked quietly as his hand hesitantly came to stroke your side. “What? You don’t want to be their bed for the night?” Volt teased, smiling widely as a blush bloomed across Eddie’s face. “No. Skylar’s eventually gonna run outta charge and we have no idea of knowing when.” He stated, looking off to the side. “That’s true.. But do you really think they’re going to let us move them? They look mighty comfortable snuggled up next to you.” Volt chuckles, vaguely gesturing at your sleeping form. You were completely pressed against Eddie, face in his neck, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while your legs were resting on Volt’s lap. Eddie closed his eyes, huffing in response, he knew Volt was right.

“I didn’t finish closing.”

“Hm.”

“All that prep work is gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”

“Right.”

“But…”

“But?”

“I guess I don’t mind.. staying here… like.. this.”

This time Volt didn’t tease, just hummed slightly, acknowledging Eddie’s words. And so they sat, the two of them with you sandwiched in between them. “You know.. if this is the only way to get you to slow down and take a break, maybe our live wire should get drunk more often.” Volt commented, smirking slightly when Eddie groaned. “God no. They better not make this a habit, you’re both already enough to deal with sober. We don’t need to add alcohol in the mix.” He muttered. There was a brief silence before Volt spoke again. “You really care about them, hm?” Volt asked softly, knowing that being vulnerable wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit. Eddie stayed silent for a moment. “I mean, yeah. Don’t you?” He replied, the question rhetorical. 

“Of course, I just didn’t know about all your worries, have you always felt like that?” Volt continued, his eyes somber. “Not always but recently.. I don’t know. I guess you can say they’ve grown on me. And it doesn't help that this house is so big and that they're so clumsy. Anything can happen and we’d be none the wiser.” Eddie explained, his eyes downcast as he continued to rub your side gently. He sighed deeply, looking as though admitting his worries took years off his lifespan. “I really didn’t mean to be so.. y’know? They can just be so careless sometimes and it’s concerning. But I could’ve chosen my words better.” He admits. Volt nods, “You’ve never been too good with people. But you’re good with them, you apologize and explain your reasoning. I think they understand and don’t hold it against you.” Volt replies, reaching over to pat Eddie’s shoulder. 

A beep emanated from your glasses, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, most likely indicating a low charge.

“I guess that’s our cue.” Eddie muttered, his grip on your shirt tightening slightly. “Do you want to take them or should I?” Volt asked, knowing that at least one of them should stay behind, just to keep an eye on the Breaker Box. Eddie lifted you off of him slightly, pausing as you mumbled something incoherent, before looking to Volt. “You can take them. I’ll stay here.” He answers. Volt gives him a look, almost as if to say, “Are you sure?” But Eddie waves him off. Volt gently moves your legs off him, moving to stand and swiftly takes you into his arms. Immediately, you're nuzzling into his neck next, as if your body craves that closeness. “I had no idea our live wire was so cuddly.” He comments, his head dipping down to kiss your forehead. Eddie says nothing as he stands as well, moving towards you and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. Already feeling Volt’s stare and hundred watt smile, Eddie groans.

“Don’t say shit.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to.”

“Nope, I’m so serious about this.”

“...you’re smiling.”

And it was true, Volt was smiling, glad to know both of them have mutual feelings toward you. “I’ll be back.” He says, making his way to the entrance. Eddie nods silently watching the two of you leave. God, you were going to be the end of him.

The next morning, you woke up with the worst cotton mouth you’ve ever experienced to date. And the pounding in your head made it no better. You were for sure saying no to Beverly next time she offered bottomless taste testing. You turn over, placing your pillow over your face, in a poor attempt to block out the sun. You could just close Curt and Rod but if you got up, you were afraid the vertigo would hit you hard. Eventually, you removed the pillow, only to notice something on your nightstand. A glass of water, a small cup with three pills in it, and a note. Undoubtedly from Eddie and Volt, just from the tone alone.

Don’t be such an idiot next time.

Feel better live wire!

- E & V

tanzaniiite © 2025 — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, or copy. do not plagiarize. thank you.

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You: will you five quiet down FOR FIVE MINUTES!

The hanks: *all freeze on the spot*

You: just because you’ve frozen doesn’t mean you’re all suddenly invisible.

Hank 1: are you sure?

You: positive.

Hank 3: pretty sure?

You: absolutely

Hank 4: super duper?

You: super duper certain

Hank 5: *to the others* they’re super certain then.

Hanks: *murmur in agreement*

Hank 1: *to you* if we’re not invisible then what are we doing?

You: pissing me off apparently-

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the IDEA of you getting ready for a night on the town with your friends.

you, dripping in drop dead gorgeousness, excited by the prospect of living just a little.

BUT the object you’re dating, harbors a little jealousy that they can’t go with you :(

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i think, when it comes to eddie flirting, it's definitely not like, verbal flirting. and it's not as straight forward and blunt as volt's. it's physical, it's moreso him using his presence then anything. it can be hard to miss, if you aren't looking for the cues.

you'll start the conversation like any other, standing next to the bar with him next to you. he'll be his dry self like usual, but his voice more quiet. it's not his exhaustion that's getting to him, though. and you'll find yourself struggling to understand and, being the gentleman that eddie is, he'll step closer. and closer.

and eventually you'll find eddie's leg slotted in between yours, your lower back pushed up against the bar. but don't worry, he won't let you fall. because his hand is rested on the bar top, right next to your waist. he'll catch you at any time, offer you a comfortable pillow in case you want to lean back fully. and he'll drop his voice quieter and quieter until he's inches away from your face. until you can taste the cocktail on his breath, his nose almost touching yours. teasing, painfully teasing. watching your eyes dart down to his lips, he'll wonder if you'll be brave. if you'll take the chance and steal a kiss.

if you don't take the kiss, if you hold out and see how far he takes it, he will become insufferable. whispering, low and husky in your ear. maybe have one of his sharp canines tease your sensitive skin. his calloused, rough thumb running down your jaw, down your neck. maybe he'll cradle the back of your neck, ready to crane you back, tease the front of your neck. his chest pressed against yours, that hand on the bar top now pressed against the small of your back. feeling your heavy breathing against his calm and steady breathing, a chuckle in his breath as he teases.

and then. he'll go back to his cold ways, the cold ways that caught your attention, and simply walk away. leave you dizzy, pouting, heart racing. and he'll glance over his shoulder, give you a wink, and gesture to the back closet. just a test to see how desperately you want him.

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i feel like if you were to make enough innuendos with chance, you'd get more than just good rolls during your sessions

things like subtle hints and just general flirty body language as you play. you don't go the extra horny route when y'all are playing, but when the time comes around you always take the opportunity to slip in a little remark, and chance doesn't miss them either.

"i think you're looking for a different kind of roleplay right now," chance would say as he'd set his GnG equipment aside. he's got that mischievous glint behind his glasses, and you already know you've rolled a score.

he's crawling over the various sheets and maps to get to you, and before you know it, he's hovering over you with his legs nudging yours open. he's got a smirk on his face, and his voice goes from his typical fantasy narrator to something a lot more.. erotic.

"consider me your.. dungeon master for the night. now, get on the table. i'm gonna show you a real tabletop game."

this is the dumbest thing i've ever written LMAOOO

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One thing I think the Eddie/Volt/reader fics are missing out on is that, in the Eddie/reader/Volt sandwich, the reader doesn't have to be the one in the middle.

Let Eddie get cornered by Volt and the human about him overworking himself and get pampered by his two paramours.

Let Volt get ganged up on by Eddie and the human as they attempt to fluster him out of composure because he's so goddamn smooth.

Like, yah, the cool and composed two men getting off on you at the same time is hot, but they deserve a chance to be in the middle of a sandwich too!

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picture this; you're scrolling through your phone and stumble upon kintsugi, a japanese method of repairing broken pottery with gold. you decide 'fuck it, i've got spare time and money' so you get the stuff you need for it.

you have everything, all you need is a dish.

so you go to your kitchen, where daisuke is going through inventory as per usual. you grab a pretty plain looking plate, and at first daisuke thinks you're about to eat, but you suddenly smash the dish against the ground.

he's fucking mortified, infuriated, ready to strangle you, but you're quick to grab the shattered pieces and run off to lock yourself in your office.

at first, he refuses to talk to you. daisuke has spent practically his entire life guarding those dishes; of course he's going to be mad! and the fact that you ran off with the pieces doing god knows what? it has his blood boiling.

though, as a couple days go by, he hears from lyric about a project you've been working on. usually, he'd be mad, but he can't help but feel a little concerned when he hears that you've barely left your room. of course, he's still angry at you.

a while passes, and once more, he's going through inventory. you're in the dining room, sipping on coffee and trying not to pass out (with abel keeping you from faceplanting directly into the table).

daisuke takes notice of a rather familiar plate. it's the same one you shattered, but it's put back together, its cracks line with shimmering gold. a note is plastered onto it, saying 'sorry' with a little heart next to it. at this point, he might just cry.

as you get up after finishing your coffee, daisuke calls you over. as soon as you're within reach, he pulls you close, letting out a soft sigh. it's been a while since he held you like this. he missed it, honestly.

"at least ask me next time you want to try a new art form with the dishes..."

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I KNOW I KNOW THIS WAS POORLY WRITTEN BUT IT CAME TO ME SUDDENLY AND I JUST HAD TOOOOOO

kintsugi also takes like, 2 to 3 months according to google, so if anyone wants to make a little more detailed ver., just keep that in mind.

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Hello Neal! I really appreciate that you spend time to engage with your fans, but that probably means you get a lot of questions everyday. So I’m curious if there is a category of questions that you end up skipping or not answering? I wanted to know so I can ask something more thoughtful next time! :0

I get atleast 20 new questions a day on tumblr alone haha! I think there are over 1,000 questions in the inbox at the moment.

I try not to skip anything!

I try and save up the ones that request to see specific character designs since some of the designs (like Circe/hypnos/hestia, Demeter, etc) are patreon exclusive at the moment.

I want to give each new character that’s introduced (in Famtheon or c13) a cool comic when the designs publicly released

I will skip some that making rude comparisons of my work to others/ anything with just a heavy nsfw description of what they want a character of mine to “do to them”, or making comments about wanting to see me in a bunny suit or that “I would be Zeus’s type”. stuff that can cross a little bit of a boundary ya know.

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i was wondering why your artstyle was so familiar before realizing you're the person who made the hawks oops animatic lol

it's nice to find you again! very late welcome to the hades fandom!! thank you for your art and comics^^

Omg this is adorable!! You draw me so pretty~ thank you!

Also my MHA days will forever yeehaunt me