#AAAAAA THIS IS SO SOFT OMG

[mister-ancunin]

today is wonderful . my ma got me a ratio cat cake plush n it arrived today. my bestie !!! he’s here he’s here !! my collection grows …

[kxsagi]

hihi how r uuu, uhm i’d like to request aaaaaa like idk a series of odd compliements reader gives the bllk boys they didn’t know they needed like uhm idk “I love the way you floss” or smth like that. i’d also really like nesssss. Please and thank you

“𝐮𝐦… 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

a/n: could not think of a better title idea HELP

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, and karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

you: “you look like the type of guy who separates his m&ms by color and then eats the most powerful-looking ones last.” 

isagi: “... thank you?” 

this man does not know what to do with that information. he’s touched?? confused??? you once told him, “your jawline is the only line i trust.” and he almost cried. 

he gets so flustered and honored every time. he literally started journaling them. 

one day you told him, “you look like if a golden retriever was in a tax evasion scandal.” 

and he was like, “... wait what?” 

itoshi rin

you: “you give off the energy of someone who’d survive a horror movie just by being too emotionally unavailable to die.” 

rin: “what the hell is wrong with you.” 

but deep down, this man thrives off your madness. he will sit in silence for 10 minutes and then mumble: “i would survive a horror movie though.” 

you once told him, “you remind me of the moon. distant, cold, and capable of controlling tides and my mood swings.” 

he was silently smiling for the rest of the day. never admitted it. 

itoshi sae

you: “you look like you’d ghost me for 3 days then show up with a smoothie like nothing happened.” 

sae: “i’ve literally done that before.” 

you: “yeah i know. that’s why it’s a compliment.” 

he thinks you’re deranged. but he also thinks you’re funny. 

you told him he looks like a sexy ikea instruction manual and he actually laughed. 

but then you said he gives off “divorced stepdad with a dark past” energy and he was like “okay that’s enough.” 

nagi seishiro

you: “you remind me of a cat that accidentally became god.” 

nagi: “mm. sounds troublesome.” 

he doesn’t care what you say as long as you’re saying it to him while he’s lying on your lap. 

you called him “a walking paradox of soft boy and threat to societal productivity,” and he sleepily went, “cool.” 

he repeats your compliments to himself when he’s bored. 

“cat god… huh.” 

mikage reo

you: “you have ‘sugar daddy but emotionally available’ energy.” 

reo: “well damn. i– thank you?” 

you’re feeding this man’s ego like it’s on life support. 

he literally changed his phone bio to “emotionally available sugar daddy.” 

you called him “the human version of a platinum credit card with a conscience.” 

he was ready to marry you on the spot. 

bachira meguru

you: “you give off ‘feral art student who eats glitter’ energy.” 

bachira: “omg you get me.” 

he ADORES your compliments. the weirder the better. 

you once told him, “you’re like if van gogh and a raccoon made a baby.” 

he deadass teared up. 

he started complimenting you back in the same fashion. 

“you look like the reincarnation of a chaotic rainbow.” 

you two are an unstoppable force of bizarre love languages. 

kaiser michael

you: “you look like a man who knows he’s the villain but would still win in a romcom.” 

kaiser: “i am the romcom.” 

he is EATING your compliments up. 

you once told him, “you have the aura of someone who would sue god for character defamation.” 

he printed that. framed it. 

you told him, “you give main character energy, but like, the delusional kind.” 

he paused. “wait… what do you mean by delusional?” 

shidou ryusei

you: “you look like you’d propose during a bar fight with blood on your face.” 

shidou: “i totally would actually. baby you get me so well.” 

he’s OBSESSED with your compliments. 

he once made you sit down and repeat the one where you said he “radiates sexy chainsaw energy.” 

he made it his discord status. 

you told him he gives off “if chaos was hot” energy. 

he licked your cheek. you regret everything. 

karasu tabito

you: “you look like a guy who uses sarcasm to hide how much he actually cares. like if a middle finger could love.” 

karasu: “... shut up.” (translation: i’m blushing.) 

you once told him, “you have rizz that’s so potent it’s FDA regulated.” 

he snorted so hard he actually dropped his phone. 

you called him “the reason sarcasm was invented,” and he leaned in like: “say that again, but slower.” 

© 𝐤��𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[merakiui]

OTL I can't stop thinking about being too pregnant to reach down to masturbate but being really horny so you need to beg your captor (Floyd, Jade, or Azul) to help you

AAAAAA YES OMG,,, is it really worth it to seek out your captor for something like that? But you’re so unbelievably horny and sensitive, and you can’t reach between your legs to solve the problem because of how embarrassingly gravid you’ve become,, it’s too much work and effort to rub yourself against the pillows, and even the soft fabric of your blouse brushing against your braless nipples has you growing hot. It doesn’t help that this bed smells like him and if you close your eyes he’s all you can picture. >_< you’re so frustrated that it actually prompts angry tears that cling to your lashes and slip down your cheeks in hot streams. As soon as he steps into the room and sees the state you’re in, he’s immediately concerned.

Azul is at your side in an instant, fretting over you like he often does. “My dear, is everything okay? Do you feel sick? What’s the matter? You can tell me,” he babbles, reaching to dry your tears. For once you don’t have the energy to smack his arm away, so he cradles your face and swipes your tears away. He’s become accustomed to your mood swings since you first started showing. This pregnancy has been an…experience for both of you, to put it gently. ;;;

You sink against the pillows in a childish huff, your cheeks puffed out. Azul has to tamp down the fond smile that threatens to break out on his face. You’re so precious and you don’t even realize it.

“I hate you,” you cry, spreading your legs for him to see the wetness soaking through your panties, and immediately he knows you don’t mean it. “It’s all your fault. Take responsibility.”

It takes him a second to process your request, but he’s shrugging his jacket off and climbing into bed with you. Sympathy softens his face. “Oh, darling, were you suffering like this all day? I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier to help you, but I’m here now.” He leans in to kiss your cheek, two fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, while the other comes to rest upon your bump. “You’ll feel better soon.”

Annoyingly enough, he’s right. You hate that.

- - -

Floyd floats into the room with a tray piled high with brunch. He cooks in excess to compete with your ravenous appetite, a firm believer that you should always eat your fill—even more so now that you’re pregnant. You were scared of him in the beginning, but he’s proven to be so good at melting down the vitriol in your scowl, the tension in your body, that now you just sulk. He speaks to you and the baby so sweetly, so sometimes you wonder why you’re even fighting him most days.

You have good and bad days, each punctuated with moments of what Floyd has taken to calling “the shallows” and “the sea trenches.” Today errs on the side of the latter, deep and dark and cold. You’ve tossed all the pillows on the floor in your tantrum and now you lay on your back, arms and legs spread out like a (very pregnant) sea star.

Floyd sets the tray down and peers at you from the end of the bed. His expression is painfully neutral. Last time you threw a fit and he smiled at you, and you proceeded to throw an even bigger fit over that. So now he’s learned to take everything in patient, careful strides. He notices your miserable expression and waits for the accompanying complaint.

“This body is the worst,” you spit after a bottomless silence.

“Why do ya say that?” he asks, slinking over to the bedside. He lowers to kneel there, resting his hand just close enough. A supportive offering. You surprise him when your fingers curl around his and hold tight. Two-toned eyes flick up to meet yours.

“Because,” you carry on, drawing out that word in a whine.

“Because…?” he prompts.

“Because it gets like this all the time and I can’t do anything about it because this dumb bump gets in the way of everything!”

At first, he’s not sure what you mean by that. But then you’re pulling on his arm, and he rises to his feet to behold you, warm with want and arousal, and suddenly he can’t stop the slimy smile from spreading.

“Shrimpy’s so pretty. Nothin’ dumb or terrible about ya.”

All you can manage is a feeble scoff. “Just…make it go away.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

- - -

There’s nothing worse than asking Jade Leech for help because he knows how to make even the simplest of questions feel so burdensome. You think you’d rather shrivel up and disappear before you willingly ask him for his assistance. So you spend half your day ignoring the itch, attempting to smother it with boring thoughts, but there’s a very obvious wetness between your thighs and it’s becoming unbearable. You want to orgasm and then nap the rest of this funky mood off. >:/

So you’re horrified when you find Jade in the doorway, watching you struggle to ride the sheets and pillows. Immediately you feel pathetic and you snap at him to get out, to go away, to die ten times.

“Is that really what you want?” he asks, his voice a soft, unbothered curl. You can hear the mischief that’s undoubtedly brightening his eyes. “Will that make you happy?”

What really chews at you is that he knows. He always knows, but he never says it. He wants to hear it from your mouth, and you refuse to beg.

You’re in no mood to argue or play his silly games.

“Just get in here,” you mutter, unable to look at him because you can feel him looking right at you. In fact, you’re the only thing in his sights as he steps into the room, calm and calculated like a cat.

“Help me,” you add because he’s just standing there, like a butler awaiting an order.

Jade blinks back at you. “With what? You’ll need to be more specific, (Name).”

You grit your teeth. “You know.”

He tilts his head. “Do I?”

“I… I can’t.” You struggle around the admission. “Can’t…reach.” You gesture pitifully to your bump and hope he understands.

Immediately, his gaze sticks to your thighs, so any reticence he might’ve had curated for this moment is rendered meaningless.

“And what would you like me to do about it?”

You’re sick of this stupid tiptoeing. “I want you to stop talking! Put that energy somewhere else.” You throw a pillow at him, which he catches easily.

“You’re too nice to me,” he prattles on anyway. “To give me such a treat even when you think me undeserving.”

You can’t get much of anything out when he’s on the bed, helping to prop you up so that he can spread your legs and duck between them. The rest of your hatred is curbed when he peels your sodden panties down and leans in to lick a stripe up your slick, sensitive pussy.

You want to smother him between your legs, but he’d just enjoy that. And then you wouldn’t even get to climax. Sigh. </3 you have to give him credit. He’s very good with that troublesome mouth of his.

[dsybouquet]

thinking about whiny modern!ellie who comes home from a rough day at work and all she wants to do is fuck you to release some tension but you’re working from home on a big important deadline and need to put some extra hours in and she’d get so touchy and you’d act like her whispers in your ear aren’t bothering you but you give in eventually omg i need whiny ellie ‼️‼️

henebwjsnrbwiaha UGH AAAAAA i really hope i met your expectations with this

omg yes she’d close the door to your home with so much force, she herself was surprised that the picture frames did not crash onto the floor.

ellie found you sitting on your desk in your office chair, hair messy, clothes baggy and frustration on your face. your glossy lips were pressed together as you furiously typed something in your keyboard. the way you typed alone let ellie know how stressed out you were as well. though, ellie wasn’t just stressed, she was tensed up, wanting nothing more but to release the pressure building up inside her.

“hey baby.”

she hugged your from behind, her arms wrapped around your neck softly, as she placed her chin on top of your head.

“hey.”

you mumbled, eyes not leaving your screen. ellie took a look. files over files, dashboards over dashboards. seemed like your boss treated you with a little bit of extra tasks that, of course, cost you extra time for which you most likely won’t get payed for.

“extra work?”

she asked, starting to kiss your neck slightly. her hands that were politely holding her arms around you started travelling further down, giving your boobs and sides soft squishes.

“uh-hu.”

you just replied, trying to ignore the featherlight kisses and teasing squeezes your girlfriend gave to your body. truth was, you’d love to slam your computer shut and just turn around and give her the most loving, yet nasty kiss ever. sadly you had a deadline until tomorrow and you really wanted to prevent the person you did all this work for, to get kicked out. so you searched for solid proof of their work being legit - and your boss was a pain in the ass with this.

“don’t you want to give me a kiss? i had a really rough day, baby. i could need some of your help. just let me touch you..”

ellie whispered in your ear with her husky voice, sending shivers down your spine.

“els.. i really need to finish this.”

yet, you didn’t push her away. you let her kiss your neck, you let her hands roam your body. eventually a little moan escaped your mouth when her hands slipped between your legs.

“babe, you don’t seem like you want to finish this. please c’mon.”

you swallowed hard, trying your best to concentrate on the computer in front of you. after all, you were almost finished. quickly, you typed in your final statement before locking your computer, turning your chair around to face your gorgeous girlfriend.

ellie smirked, her hands reaching for your cheeks to pull you into a deep kiss, before she picked you up like you’d weight nothing more than a feather, carrying you into the bedroom. and you knew damn well that she wouldn’t go easy on you - but it’s not like you would want her to.

[ok-illsignup]

THIS IS SO GOOD! Oh my goodness, your writing is pure poetry, pure gold!! I love how you used the concept of soulmates and made it unique - your characterizations are great <3

the sweetest

summary: when someone told you that being in love doesn’t necessarily mean loving, you couldn’t believe the absurdity of that statement. as life went on, the truth of those words would continue to weight heavily over your head.

cw: fem!reader, both mydei and reader are equally disturbed individuals, toxic relationships, codependency, angst, hurt with the littlest of comfort, soulties/soulmates au || wc: 10k

the food on your plate seemed especially unappealing today. on the other hand, was it ever? perhaps when you first stepped into Okhema, completely enamored by the culture. yes, you could remember it clearly - the way it would melt on your tongue, flavors mixing with fresh air you’d breathe in everyday on the high balcony. meat and fruits, expensive wine you spent way too much money on. you’d chuckle to yourself as you dipped the slices of cheese in honey, thinking about how lucky you were to reside in the holy city. the state of unawareness you possessed only made everything more blissful.

right now the dinner was nothing but dry - with the first bite, you genuinely thought you would choke. it tasted the same way his name felt on your lips. Mydeimos. the man that decided to test your patience, will and mental strength everyday. you didn’t like the thought, but did he bring anything other than misery into your life? at first you didn’t want to perceive the relationship you both shared as something inherently bad — as time went on, it turned out near impossible. venom seemed to be laced through his words, and you knew that it seeped from your mouth too. sometimes you liked to imagine him as the wrong one - however, with the way things stood, you were equal in your spite. you could stop the chain of events and run somewhere else, to another city. looking back, it was the best option you had, and yet still declined to take. rope bound your hands to his, and you would tug on it relentlessly. in the back of your mind, the image of Mydei finally stumbling over, and letting go replayed constantly. but if it ever came to that, would you be satisfied? happy?

the answer was simple, but dreadful all the same - no.

as you took another bite of your meal, the image of your late mother flashed. perhaps she was the root of all your suffering? the damned prophecy she revealed to you when you were younger, of a boy with golden hair dipped in blood, who one day would bask in glory.

"you see, my dear [name], all of humanity has their other half, hidden somewhere. not everyone is destined to meet them, but you will. i’m sure of that."

(the way she smiled at you with so much glee in her eyes was disgusting).

"but mom, how do you know?"

(you wish you never asked this question).

"i have my ways," she chuckled, swiping the mischievous hair behind your ear, "see that mark on your wrist? look for someone with the same one. it means you both are meant to be."

you glanced at the singular line that stretched from the knuckles up to your wrist, and thought it looked more like a scar than anything else. you have seen other people with similar marks - but they were always more intricate. veins of ivy embedding an arm, or stars splattered in a specific pattern. yours wasn’t like that.

"ugh… that will be so hard to spot on someone! do you at least know how that person looks?"

the woman seemed to take a second of contemplation. "well, it was revealed to me in a vague way. but i can tell you, if you want to."

"yes, please!" you giggled as you jumped up all thrilled, tugging at the long sleeve of her dress. to your younger self, there was nothing more exciting than finally meeting the person you were 'tied' to. your soulmate.

"alright then,” your mother nodded, giving your head an affectionate ruffle, "his hair is blonde. it’s a very beautiful color, mixed with red. those eyes… striking to the bone. a born leader, i’m sure."

at that, you hummed in deep acknowledgment as you tried to imagine the boy. for some reason, nothing concrete came to you. still, it wasn’t like you were unsatisfied - maybe you had a different picture in mind, but that person was destined to you nevertheless! as you kept on brooding, one of your friends suddenly called out to you. immediately distracted, you followed after the beckoning girl to play in the fields.

how you wished it ended at that. your past self forgot, and kept on frolicking in the lush meadows with your old friends forever. your mother never passed, and you pursued your physician studies at home. the soulmate you dreamt of meeting got left behind as nothing but a mere, blurry visualization. but here you were, sitting in one of the apartments of Okhema, locked up in your room. Mydei was probably attending to some important stuff, or bickering with Phainon, like he always did. maybe they were sparring? from the sound of clashing swords outside, it was likely.

you sighed, digging the knife into the piece of meat with more force than necessary. the momentary guilt you felt from blaming your mother for the situation you created with your own hands shook you a bit. how could you? she never meant any harm. nor did you, but things turned out as they did, and who else was there to blame?

perhaps the winds that took you to the holy city.

it was unbearably hot that day. sweat covered your temples as you tried cooling down your face with a makeshift fan (which worked poorly). still, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you took the views in. streets bustling with life, merchants yelling over each other, people laughing somewhere, and children running to their heart’s contents. the general atmosphere successfully pushed the discomfort to the back of your mind. it was only your sixth day in Okhema, yet you were already feeling as if it was the place you belonged to.

your peaceful stroll quickly came to a halt when you saw an awfully familiar silhouette standing not so far away. you didn’t know the man - it was not possible, as it was your first time seeing him. however, something about him seemed… unsettlingly different. you could recognize the blonde-red hair, so rare and distinct. you felt your heart jump - both from fear and elation, a mixture that caused you to freeze. you blinked twice, then rubbed your eyes, but the man was still there, talking to someone.

you clenched your fists as you remembered the words of your clairvoyant mother. meeting your soulmate wasn’t the objective of life you led so far, but the thought of having someone important was still dear to your heart. with new-found resolve, you took a few steps forward, wondering how you could strike up the conversation. first impression was always the most important, after all. the image of coming up to a stranger, and waving your mark before his eyes was ridiculous. what if it wasn’t him, after all? now that would’ve been awkward.

you approached the blonde, gently patting his arm.

"excuse me, sir, how do i get to the baths?" you could never go wrong with a classic. of course, you knew the way to the baths, but playing oblivious was your best option.

when he turned to face you, you felt your blood pressure rise once more. two golden hues met with yours, and at that moment, you knew your mother was right. striking. it was the only word you could use to describe them. fierce eyes filled with something your mind couldn’t quite comprehend. your gaze flickered over all of his body in search of a soulmate mark, yet you were unable to spot it. stress squeezed your guts. where was it? under his clothes? if so, then you had no real way of confirming if he was the one.

as he opened his mouth to answer you, his vision seemed to suddenly lock onto something else - your right hand. recognition seeped onto his face, and you felt brief relief before the man’s expression twisted. something was wrong. why wasn’t he happy? you were, at least that’s what you thought a few seconds ago. joy quickly morphed into an ugly feeling of distress, sitting firmly at the bottom of your stomach.

"is… is there something wrong?" you asked, furrowing your brows as the relentless sun beamed straight onto your nape. it seemed as if the heat only made the situation worse.

"i know you asked for directions, but i’d like to have a talk with you. in private." he glanced at the other man who was still standing there, "then, i can lead you to the bathhouse."

the slightly harsh tone of his voice made you wince, but you nodded, knowing that refusal wasn’t a choice you could afford to make here. the blonde excused himself, telling you to follow him somewhere secluded. you did, even though something deep within your mind was screaming at you to turn on your heel and run. at that time, you didn’t recognize it as anything other than nervousness. at least now you were aware your gut feeling was right. back then, if you decided to dismiss the man, would it all turn out differently? it is common knowledge - you meet your soulmate once, and the universe will make sure for you to never truly part ways. at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. you could have sprinted with all your might, but you’d still cross paths nevertheless. be it in a few months, maybe on your deathbed. there was no telling.

to be honest, it was much more of a complex problem. you could continue to blame all of your choices, thinking of ways you should have avoided it. the domino effect began long time ago, when your mother first got sick, and soon the delightful life you once had crumbled over your own head. all of your struggles lacked in any meaning, and the house of cards you meticulously crafted for all those years got swiped by a strong gust of wind. grief-stricken people seek resolve, and the only way of keeping your mind from the tragedy was to change your environment.

image of the man’s back as you trailed after him like some kind of a ghost was still vivid. something between his shoulder blades, located around his thoracic vertebrae caught your attention. it wasn’t easy to tell, but there it was. slightly obscured by his clothes, a singular line. that really was him. surely, the moment of meeting your soulmate didn’t go as planned, but perhaps he was more… sensitive than you? your fantasies of jumping into each other’s arms got successfully dimmed by his rather odd reaction, yet you couldn’t blame him. after all, it was so sudden, so unexpected. obviously he’ll eventually warm up to you.

after walking into an alleyway, you finally stopped, almost bumping into his back. fortunately, it was much darker and cooler here, and he couldn’t see the sweat beading on your forehead. the blonde turned to face you, his expression unreadable. it wasn’t angry, nor sad, but rather cautious in a certain way.

"show me your hand.” he demanded, stretching out his palm towards you. the man was straightforward, that’s for sure. usually you’d have no problem with it, except this time it actually irked you.

"you won’t even introduce yourself?" you cocked your eyebrow, gazing up at him with a bold look. his piercing gaze made you feel as if he wanted to fix you into place, just like people do with dragonflies. securing them with pins and needles, their lifeless forms never to move again.

you managed to spot the twitch of his eye. “Mydeimos." he huffed, lips stretching into a thin line, as if he was barely stopping himself from adding unnecessary comments.

"[name]." you replied shortly, placing your hand atop his. resisting made no sense, even though you wished to spite the impossibly impatient man.

is it really your soulmate if your first thought is to make his life harder? are you truly meant to be when instead of feeling giddy and excited, you’re starting to become irritated?

a clipped breath of disbelief escaped Mydei’s lungs, his grip on your hand strengthening just for a second before he let go. "why do you look so calm? do you not have any oppositions towards a stranger dragging you off, and then showing him your mark?”

that was a fair question. you definitely were acting as if the course of action was natural, even though it wasn’t.

"my mother, she—" you began, thinking of the simplest way you could explain it to him, "when i was younger, she had a prophetic vision. specifically speaking, of my soulmate. she managed to describe you to me, and the image stuck." a heavy sigh slipped from your mouth as you got met with silence, urging you to continue. "well, of course i wasn’t sure if it was you, but once i saw your back…"

you trailed off, wondering what caused Mydei to be so deeply submerged in his thoughts. all the time he kept quiet, looking between you and your wrist, as if contemplating something.

"a-are you not happy?" you managed to force out, dreading the response he would offer. slowly, the hopes of a better life with someone by your side started to fall apart.

you should have stayed in your hometown. why didn’t you?

(grief-stricken people seek resolve).

why do they seek resolve?

(because they have nothing—)

"no." Mydei’s curt answer cut through the air, making you jump. "i’ve no time for soulmates, or any other type of romance." he scoffed, "hmph, to think that a person would willingly put themselves through such trouble simply because of a mark on their skin."

you watched the man cross his arms over his chest, your eyebrows narrowing together. "then why didn’t you ignore me earlier? if soulmates really hold no significance to you, why’d you confirm we are tied?" you almost barked out, feeling the heat crawl back on your skin. oh no, you wouldn’t let it go simply because your soulmate is apparently also a coward.

"listen, i understand why you’re upset. my mind won’t change, though." the man’s tone got a bit darker, as if owning you at least an explanation was already too demanding. "i just wanted to set things straight with you. it is more than probable we’ll… stumble upon each other some more."

"so you don’t want me to get my hopes up, is that it?" you barely contained your anger, Mydei’s indifference only adding to the fire in your chest.

"exactly. now, do you still want me to show you the way to the baths? or was that just an excuse in order to talk to me?"

your fists clenched by your sides, and the thought of slapping him across the face appeared in your mind. fortunately (or perhaps not), you were above that.

"bastard." you hissed through your teeth, rapidly turning on your heel and walking away. damn him and that stupid stubbornness, and his hair, and eyes, and— and everything! not only did your 'soulmate' humiliate you, he seemed so stoic about the whole situation in contrast to your boiling blood — as if he didn’t care at all! and the bitter truth was, he most likely didn’t. why did your mother insist that you find him? her passing already took an unfathomable toll on you, and now her absurd death-bed wishes continued to only further your misery.

''once i’m gone, you’ll be left on your own'' she’d say, her voice trembling with fatigue, ‘'you’ll need someone to take care of you. to stand by your side, and protect from the world’s harm.'’

couldn’t you protect yourself? did she really think so lowly of you?

'’he will treat you well. i’m sure of it."

(liar).

you closed your eyes, traversing the streets at a fast pace. tears welled up behind your eyelids, and you knew it wasn’t because of how Mydeimos rejected you, but rather at the memory of your frail mom. the unwavering love still filling her gaze as coughs shook her body, careworn words urging you to find a better life. perhaps you weren’t doing it for yourself, but rather for her - for that ghostly vision of her face.

you seldom fought for anything, however now it seemed that a new resolve sparked within you. you won’t stick by your soulmate’s side, but you’ll strive. depending on anybody was no good, and that much was clear to you.

the memory of that fateful day made you cringe as you attempted to convince yourself the vegetables you were currently chewing on weren’t exactly awful in taste. they were, but you still continued to eat. wasting food wasn’t something you usually did, even if it was disgustingly bland.

three years passed since then, but all those events were still clear as a day in your mind. you remember swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t even look at Mydei’s face — turns out, Phainon found out about the correlation between you. it was long before you and Mydei started to jump at each other’s necks, so you were sure the man harbored no harm when he came up with that wicked plan of his. for whatever reason, he thought that playing a matchmaker was his call, and by some means he found out about your qualifications for a physician. the energy that emanated through your body, which took you years to master into a healing form would soon be used for a ‘greater good'.

Chrysos Heirs never exactly lacked in medical care, yet now you were hired as their personal nurse. by that, you also found out Mydei was apparently the crown prince of Kremnos. it wasn’t like you were unaware of his high status in society, but the sheer importance he carried took you by surprise. with that, something else was revealed — he couldn’t die. he was a warrior, and his body lacked in any kind of scarring. when you first heard it, you were almost relieved, as it obviously meant he wasn’t in the need of a physician.

turns out your hopeful thinking was for nothing, as your current position was only meant to get you both closer. you could as well be polishing the baths, and it wouldn’t make any difference.

it began out slow, and you don’t remember which one of you started it. you would regularly see Mydei, and share just a mere glance of acknowledgment. sometimes he’d scoff under his nose, then again you’d make a brief remark about his attitude. those small interactions were nothing but a dragged out prelude to the events that future held for you. a testament of sorts, building the fundaments of your downfall. snarky comments couldn’t sate neither of you, and soon you’d begin to argue on daily basis. soulmates are further cemented by interaction - which you were aware of, yet couldn’t stop digging your own grave. every time you talked to Mydei, you knew the mud around your ankles got denser, and soon you’d be stuck. he would be as well - at least you weren’t the only one at disadvantage here. constant fighting was draining, even for the mighty prince, and that thought never failed to make you chuckle grimly under your breath.

others took notice of the scenes you both would cause. sometimes they would end long before escalation, but more often than not Mydei was faced with flying ceramics, and you with a logorrhea of curses and damnations. the worst part is that it didn’t only affect you, but others too. even though you both had enough decorum to stop yourself from fighting in front of civilians, Aglaea would often point out how anxious Tribbie got, careworn by your constant barking and scowling. Phainon has shown genuine concern too, going as far as to scolding Mydei. needless to say, he was always getting dismissed by a wave of the uninterested man. as how things were unfolding, you had thought many times of leaving the Okhema. however, wouldn’t that equal you admitting defeat? in your soulmate’s eyes, your picture would be reduced to a cowardly nobody. for some reason, it would sting way more than his words.

"everytime you open your mouth, i am physically resisting the urge to push you off a cliff!" you seethed, shutting the cutlery drawer with an unnecessary amount of force. the knives and forks clattered inside loudly, filling the communal kitchen with an unpleasant noise.

"what makes you think you could?" Mydei snapped back, perhaps hoping to intimidate you. in answer, you cocked your head to the side, granting him with an unaffected look.

"just a guess, but you’re not very likable, are you?" you swiftly changed the topic, knowing that pushing him off a cliff was certainly impossible, and you had no arguments to back up your homicidal idea. "even your own people seem to—"

his eyebrows narrowed dangerously, clear indication you were walking on thin ice. "you’re not exactly popular around here, either." he interrupted, "you’re just a nurse, gods know from where—"

"just a nurse?!"

"—and nobody seems to take you seriously-"

"you’re foolish if you think i care about the opinion of other’s, especially yours!"

"well, maybe you should start to, because—"

"you think yourself mighty, huh? not everyone’s gonna be—"

"—i have a very good advice! pack your things, get out of Okhema, and as far—"

"—kissing your feet and worshipping the ground you walk on! unlike most people, i—"

"—as i am concerned, no one would miss you!"

"—actually have eyes and i’m capable of recognizing a cowardly bastard!"

you both kept screaming over each other, interrupting, and snarling as the packet of sugar between your fingers seemed close to ripping in half from the amount of tugging it faced. it was a conflict you could easily resolve, yet you seemed to ignore the fact. why share the sugar when you could fight for it instead?

every single one of your days in the holy city looked like that, filled with the sound of biting teeth and roars of anger. if you avoided the clashes, Mydei wouldn’t perceive you as someone worthy of recognition (and you needed to be, you had to make his life harder for the way he was treating you). if you ran, he’d laugh about it with others, saying how easy to scare off you were.

you could try to justify the reasons why you stayed, but at the end of the day, one answer resonated profoundly in the back of your mind — you wanted to prove it didn’t hurt.

"hey, would you two—"

"what?!" you yelled in unison, your necks snapping towards the innocent Phainon who stood in the doorframe of the kitchen, a bit shocked. you didn’t even notice when the sugar package torn in half, its contents pouring all over the floor.

"…keep it down." he finished with utter disappointment, his weary eyes taking in the mess you both made. "look, now because of your petty arguments the sugar is wasted."

Mydei measured you with his fierce gaze, and you did the same. the air got heavy with tension once more as you stared at each other with murderous intent, mulling over whichever insults would be the best this time. Phainon gripped the bridge of his nose with silent resignation, knowing the unavoidable screaming match was going to erupt once more.

"you clean it up!" you bursted out, pointing towards the sugar-covered tiles.

"no, you clean it up, you imbeci—!"

"why would i? i wanted the sugar first, and you started to—"

"what?! no, i put my hands on it first!"

"gods, you’re insufferable! that’s not how it—"

Phainon shook his head, closing the kitchen door with a loud thud. you paid no mind to him, way too occupied by your quarrel. even from the halls, he could still hear the distant shouting, and began to wonder how long it’ll take before someone loses their mind.

the arguments you shared varied on the scale of severity. one time they were closer to a bicker, and everyone was grateful that at least you didn’t want to kill each other. a few hours later the clamor was back on, and wouldn’t stop until you both got fed up. it mattered little whether the cause of your argument was serious, or no — you’d still put your everything into those screams. if someone told you that everyday you’d be having an altercation with the crown prince of Kremnos — be it about who gets the last sugar packet, or who is more of a pathetic-foolish-wrongdoer — you wouldn’t believe them.

it is said that soulties can make you feel emotions tenfold. sorrow, anger, joy, love. it only applied towards one’s soulmate, but could be destructive nonetheless. it can either make you more infatuated, or cause you to regret ever meeting them. you surely identified with the latter.

exactly one year passed before your relationship with Mydeimos took… a slightly off-track route.

it was pretty obvious that you and him were at your wits ends, and bearing any more of that would lead you both astray. each day, you prayed to whoever was willing to listen, begging for this nightmarish charade to finally end. countless days spent on either bawling your eyes out, or tearing your throat as you screamed in frustration were making you more than exhausted. wicked satisfaction coming from making Mydei’s existence harder was meek, and the constant headaches drove you up the wall. you felt trapped — perhaps you truly were. dark shadows hanging low under the man’s eyes were a clear indication he felt the same. still, no matter how much you tried to stay separated, the nature of soulmates was unavoidable. a bond, no matter how dire, once created wouldn’t be able to break. it could only progress further, and when you realized that you were practically attached by the hip, your heart sank low. did you really have no way of breaking free in this dystopian world? nowadays, even your own thoughts seemed to betray you. whenever you crossed the line with Mydei and said too much, guilt would follow you around like a stray dog. a dog from what? the nether, most likely. a vicious, snarling hound, gnawing at your bones, only to lick the marrow with apology in its bottomless eyes.

a tug of war. that’s the best way you could describe it.

as always, the sun hung high on the horizon, and even though you liked to think of yourself as accustomed to the holy city’s climate, it still took a toll on you. you decided to open the window, hoping the fresh breeze would make you feel better. it did, even if just a little. you sighed in relief, smiling to yourself as you watched children playing outside of your surgery’s window. they seemed so carefree, falling and instantly getting up, unable to pay any attention to their scraped knees as the whirl of fun distracted them from pain. this sight brought distant memories, buried somewhere deep within your mind. once, you were like them too — running around the fields, covered in dirt and grass until your mother would finally drag you home, and lecture how dangerous it was to stray so far away. when was the last time you thought about that? life in the holy city stripped you away from all that was once dear. never ending conflicts and problems piling upon one another, forcing you to push back any comfort left.

you prayed that those children would never have to bear such burdens, even though it was nigh impossible to avoid.

as you continued to brood, someone opened the door. your head snapped towards the direction of the sound, immediately recognizing the silhouette. your brows furrowed as you tore yourself off from the windowsill, stepping a bit closer to the man. it was an extremely rare occurrence — him visiting you out of his own volition, that is. you sent him a cautious look, feeling a tinge of anxiety rise up in your gut. you were having such a good day, and now he probably came to ruin it, likely out of boredom. you already opened your mouth to chase him away, but before you could say anything his voice resonated through the room.

"what?" Mydei asked, as if your expression offended him, "can’t i visit our physician?" the man’s words were phrased like one of his usual sarcastic remarks, making your brow twitch.

your frown deepened slightly as you continued to study him with intent eyes. something was obviously off. "well, why’re you here then?"

at that, Mydei paused. his gaze jumped around the room, and he appeared a bit conflicted. it was unlike him to be caught off guard like that, but he came to you - obviously he had a goal in mind, yet now he refused to voice his thoughts. perhaps his pride didn’t allow him to. if it was anybody else you’d be already on the case, sitting them down and coercing into admitting their troubles. however, this was Mydei, and you were adamant about helping him. you stood there, tapping your foot as you scrutinized him, waiting for the man to finally say something.

before your patience managed to reach its limit, his voice once again tore through the silence. "i want you to cast healing energy on me."

you barely stopped your burst of laughter caused by the absurdity of his demand. seriously, come again? he seemed completely fine, standing straight and still managing to get on your nerves. if it wasn’t the picture of health, then you definitely didn’t know what it was. anyway, since when did he experience any kind of pains? Mydei was able to take blows effortlessly and live through fatal wounds, and now he was asking you to waste your time on him. was it to ridicule you?

"you’re joking, right?" you put your hands on your hips, restraining yourself from making any unnecessary comments. for whatever reason, you didn’t feel like fighting today. truthfully, you never did.

"is it really so unbelievable to you, [name]?" the man scoffed, taking few long strides towards the medical bed, "and you dare call yourself a physician." he taunted, a crooked smirk stretching his lips.

Mydei sat heavily, making the bed creak dangerously under the sudden pressure - you winced, hoping it wouldn’t break. you could feel your blood pressure rising, but you clenched your teeth in order to keep any remarks behind them. no, you won’t allow him to get a rise out of you. not today.

"alright, let’s assume something is genuinely wrong with you. what is it?"

another prolonged pause. the only sound filling the space was distant laughter and ticking of the clock hanging on one of the walls. it was arguably worse than listening to Aglaea’s scoldings.

"must you always ask such stupid questions? get to work, or i’ll make sure you bid goodbye to your little workplace tomorrow morning." after a while of contemplation Mydei snarled, visibly annoyed by your questions. it’s something he often did - threaten you. he rarely pulled off any of his promises, but they still made your mind stir with anxieties. if you could, you’d take a basin filled with water and forcibly dip his head inside until he finally lost consciousness. an unrealistic vision it was, because before you’d manage to get a handful of his golden locks, he would have already knocked the water out of your hands and laughed at your poor attempts.

why did you keep putting up with him, even though you were fed up beyond reason?

(grief-stricken people seek resolve).

"at least i wouldn’t need to look at your face everyday," you snapped back, closing the distance between you two, "tell me what’s bothering you, or i won’t cast anything."

it’s not like you cared — you genuinely didn’t, but you wouldn’t be effective unless you knew where the problem was rooted. spreading energy through the whole body was always pretty demanding, so you’d rather focus on one specific spot. you waited for Mydei’s response, but upon receiving none, you sighed with defeat. you throughly washed your hands with soap (something unpleasant crawled up your spine as you felt his eyes fixated on you the whole time), and stepped behind the bed. the sooner he leaves, the better.

you usually announced whenever you started to cast your energy, as the feeling at first was often akin to a slight shock. this time however, you firmly put your hands on his back and surged all of it at once, wanting to capture his jolty reaction. unsurprisingly, Mydei didn’t do anything other than gaze at the floor tiles with a bored look. how come things never turned out the way you wanted? with a little more fervor, you moved your hands towards the nape of his neck. your fingers twitched as you imagined curling them around his throat, cutting out the oxygen — but soon you turned down the vision. you weren’t always like this - this aggressive, and violent. what were you even thinking? Mydei was the bane of your existence, but it’s not like he deserved to suffer.

(or maybe he did?)

your brows narrowed together as you forced the intrusive thoughts out of your mind space. you were a medic, damn it—

"are you doing this on purpose, or what?" he murmured, slightly turning his face to look at you from the corner of his eye. you blinked twice, not understanding what he was referring to. "i mean breathing so hard on my neck. stop it."

you almost retracted your hands, suddenly feeling a mixture of embarrassment and ire. you didn’t even realize that your breaths got so labored, and much to your chagrin, you had no witty response to offer. with a heavy heart, you continued to move your palms around the man’s back, trying to find out yourself where his pains were located. finally, when you stopped around the shoulder blades, Mydei’s muscles seemed to relax at last, even if just a little bit.

"does it hurt here?" you asked absentmindedly, focusing on the flow of energy escaping your fingers.

being so gentle with someone who would never do the same to you felt almost disgusting. but you weren’t wicked at heart, and it was your job to put people at ease instead of furthering their misery. your mother would never approve of causing harm, no matter if the patient was especially awful.

Mydei nodded in response, his back hunching. you took that as a 'yes', continuing to heal. after about three minutes you were done, and the man got up from his seat, stretching his limbs as if he just woke up from a long slumber. you worked your expression into something more unpleasant, worried that if he saw the softened look on your face he might mock you for it.

"we’re done now, so get out of my face." you announced bluntly, the tone of your voice turning harsher than before.

he didn’t even spare you a glance as he walked towards the exit. "i don’t feel any difference. you’re awful at this, [name]." Mydei answered, shutting the door with a loud 'thud!'.

you stood there for a longer while, contemplating whether you should run after the man and choke him like you wanted to earlier. you ultimately abandoned that idea, instead sitting back into the chair and cradling your head with your hands. you hated Mydei. not because he was horrible, but rather because you still were somehow able of being delicate with him. why? how was that physically possible? bodies respond to spite with stronger reactions that yours — if your hatred was real, you wouldn’t even let him into your surgery in the first place.

that dreadful thought would haunt you for the next two years, everyday.

normally, you wouldn’t even dare to reminiscence about such things, but the dull taste of cauliflower made you think of equally terrible recollections. during the second year of your stay in Okhema, things took the turn for worse, and the unpleasant sensation on your tongue made all of your memories resurface.

the drastic shift in the air definitely felt like a thunder’s roar, at least in retrospection. soulmates are a complex thing, and even though they play a very significant role in people’s lives, the research on them is surprisingly lacking. alas, one thing is for sure — there is no turning back. the same applied to yours and Mydei’s case, the feelings of odium soon melting into something more conflicted. he was - much to your dismay - occupying your mind all the time. of course you would think of him earlier on, however back then it definitely got out of hand. constant questions plagued your already fatigued brain, forcing you to seek him out. you did nothing but argue, or huff and scoff at each other, but somehow it put you at ease. a certain sense of twisted familiarity. it worked both ways, unfortunately, and whenever you got busy with work, he’d still come bustling through your door. sometimes you’d fight, other times he’d ramble about things that got on his nerves, and you listened. you started to rely on him — apparently the same happened to Mydei, as Phainon often pointed out how agitated he got whenever you got separated for too long.

you never acknowledged the change in your behavior. it came naturally, just like sun peeks from behind the clouds after rain. your stormy relationship didn’t exactly calm down — Phainon still complained about the noise you two would make, and Castorice winced whenever you both appeared in the same room. mayhem followed in your wake, but at least Mydei stopped his constant threats on your person, and you spared the plates you oh-so-loved throwing at his head (even though he always avoided every single one of them).

what didn’t stop however, was the feeling of going crazy. hatred, spite and agitation took the nightmarish shape of obsession. alienation shook your bones whenever you tried forming any other meaningful connections, and your thoughts always sprinted back to the only question in your head: "where is Mydei?".

more often than not, you felt as if you completely lost yourself. the promises you made to your own self — to run far away from that man, never looking back — it all seemed so distant now. two years of mental exhaustion made your perception crooked, and everything seemed wrong. sometimes you’d wake up and look around, feeling as if someone moved the furniture in your surgery. it wasn’t rearranged, no, but the placement was off by a few inches. the same feeling of unease would creep up on you whenever you thought about how cruelly you betrayed yourself.

Mydeimos was important to you. coming to terms with that fact was hard, and the unfathomable hurt of it was almost comparable to when you cradled your mother’s terrifyingly bony hands in yours. two completely different situations, yet you still felt as if they shared a common ground — your downfall. it will continue to torment you, until your body will finally be lowered in a casket.

the worst part is, you still don’t know whether you genuinely lost your mind, or if the soultie effect caused it.

everything is changing. everything is getting worse. Phainon payed you a visit today, and he was talking about something, yet you couldn’t recall what it was. you gave him some tea — he said it was the best he had in a long time. you wanted to believe him, but the way his lips stretched in unnaturally cordial smile indicated otherwise. you couldn’t blame him though, as the brew was prepared with health-prosperity in mind. you could put a few sugar cubes inside, but it would defeat its original purpose.

the conversation between you and him didn’t stick, and you felt awkward. when you first got into the holy city, Phainon was definitely someone you would call a friend. he secured you a good job and a place to live, and would always try cheering you up. right now, there was an invisible wall separating you both. you could see no way around it.

"so, uhh, [name]," he began after a long pause, putting down the elegant cup back on the table, "Mydei was asking about you. i told him you were busy with work, so that he wouldn’t bother you." Phainon let out an unsure chuckle, carefully observing your expression.

you hummed in acknowledgment, taking a sip of your herbal drink. "good thing you did, else i’d have to put up with that man for gods know how long."

the image of Mydei walking unceremoniously into your surgery, and starting to pick at you made your skin crawl. you’d pick at him too, spewing insults left and right. you’d push him to the limits, watching the man come undone in front of your own eyes before the conversation would turn into a screaming match. then, you’d calm down. he’d stare at the tiles again, counting, and you would fall onto your chair with a resigned sigh. Mydei would eventually apologize, and you’d smile at him. it sounded terrible, no?

(yet you still yearned for it, the equal ruin).

Phainon laughed genuinely now, and you had to admit that happiness looked great on him. as of late, he seemed more worried than usual.

"well, i’m glad you approve of my decisions. you two really don’t get along, do you?" he mused, his gaze now trailing over to the window. perhaps the sights outside were more interesting than your face.

"no, no we don’t." you admitted in a weak voice, even though you didn’t want to sound so unconvinced. what was there to deny? someone once compared you and Mydei to two tigers — you didn’t catch on it until later, when you realized those animals were prone to killing each other in fights to death. that person was on point, much to your chagrin.

when you were unable of adding anything else to your lacking sentence, you thought it would be better for you to spend time with some other people. perhaps then you’d relearn what it means to be a normal, functioning human instead of a husk who only could spew and clash.

"oh, look at the time [name]!" Phainon suddenly called out, getting up a little bit too fast from his seat. "Aglaea wanted to see with me, and i don’t want to be late." he explained vaguely as you sent him a perplexed look, also standing up.

"a-alright then." you stammered out, taken aback by his rapid reaction. maybe he got bored, and came up with an excuse on the spot. "see you soon?"

"yeah, see you soon." he sent you a slightly nervous smile before walking out of the door. you watched him disappear, the surgery once more filled up with silence. you gazed at his barely touched tea, and decided to pour it out in the sink.

as you were doing that, you heard the distinctive footsteps outside. you didn’t even get the chance to turn around before Mydei walked through the entrance, that ever-present scowl on his face deeper than usual. you carefully placed down the cup, afraid of breaking it. it was your favorite, and you couldn’t afford to lose anything else dear to your heart, even if it was only porcelain.

"so that’s what you were busy with, huh?" the man asked, his tone low as he stepped closer to you. at first you didn’t understand what he meant, but after a second everything clicked. Phainon lied to him on your account, and then managed to spot him through your window. he left in hurry, thinking that Mydei discovering you both would only cause more problems. your heart clenched at his consideration as you observed the man with narrowed eyes.

"are you insinuating something?" you hissed, feeling the tension in the air arise with every second. "who are you to tell me what to do anyway? go find someone else to bully, because i’m really not in the mood for your bullshit."

"no, i’m not insinuating anything," he replied, venom practically dripping from his words, "i simply find it hilarious that you thought you could deceive me like that. do i look stupid to you, [name]?"

you couldn’t help the huff of irritation escaping your lungs as you looked around yourself, almost bewildered. Mydei seldom acted like that — yes, he was an absolute pain, however he has never outwardly shown his disapproval of you meeting with others. you didn’t even like Phainon in a romantic sense, and you never would. to think that this man came to such a conclusion was baffling, especially when you two weren’t even in a relationship.

"deceive you? are you crazy?" you barked out, spreading your arms apart, "you’re acting absurdly, Mydei! do you think i’m your possession, or something? you always seem to talk about how much you despise me, and yet here you are, ordering me around as you see fit!"

"it’s because—" the man paused, as if searching for the best words, long fingers woving through his hair. "you’re driving me mad, [name]! can’t you see? can’t you see what you’ve done?!" he shouted, making you want to take a step back. instead, you boldly rendered the distance between you two.

insanity. the slow descent into pits of human destruction kept dragging him down — perhaps you were much lower than Mydei, gripping his ankles and pulling — or maybe you were above, waving at the man, beckoning him to crawl out. as things were standing now, you were equal in your devastation.

"why are you blaming me?! go blame yourself, you lunatic!" you seethed, grabbing something from the drawer beside you. you paid no attention to the item in your hand, your sight focused solely on Mydei.

why do things between you always have to escalate at such a quick rate? sometimes you felt as if you were treading above an active volcano, where one wrong move could lead to a rapid eruption. you thought of yourself as the victim, and that much was foolish, as you were deeply aware you and him were both lava, and nothing else.

when Mydei failed to snap back in time, you decided to provoke him some more. "what, maybe you’re just jealous? it definitely sounds like that to me." you sneered, but the thought seemed horrifyingly real.

"why would i be jealous of someone like you?" he retaliated, even though the false denial in his expression was obvious, "look at yourself! you think that little cup will do me any harm? you must be really slow of mind." he laughed mockingly at the weapon you gripped in the palm of your hand.

to this day, you still don’t know what pushed you to such extreme. maybe it had something to do with soulties, or you were simply becoming what you’ve always hated. still, the already weakened strings which previously held your sanity together seemed to snap, and no amounts of regret could fix it.

"want to see for yourself?" you didn’t wait for the man’s response, shattering the porcelain across your tiled floor. you immediately bent down to reach for the biggest fragment, cutting yourself in the process, though you cared little for the stinging pain in your fingertips.

possessed by anger that only someone literally tied to your soul could evoke, you surged towards Mydeimos, aiming at his throat. he wouldn’t die, but the few minutes of him coughing up blood and gripping his own slashed neck would be enough to satiate you. you didn’t care that after his recovery, he’d likely kill you. leading such a life carried no sense within anyway.

("you are a medic, my sweet girl. your job is to save people, and make them happy. isn’t that a wonderful vocation? make your mother proud. i’m sure you can”).

Mydei gripped your wrists as you flailed your limbs, struggling against his strength. you kicked at his shin, your foot meeting with the golden metal, and you cursed yourself for forgetting it was there in the first place. a sickening whine of pain ripped from your throat as you realized that even if he unhanded you, letting you do as you please, you still wouldn’t be able to hurt him. after all, how could you?

the force of your efforts made you both stumble down and crash onto the hard floor, littered with sharp pieces of the cup. you felt the breath get knocked out of your chest as you gazed up at the man with wide, terrified eyes. warm blood trickled down your hand, and only then you realized just how deeply you wounded yourself. tears fogged over your vision as dry cries began to jerk your body.

(why do grief-stricken people seek resolve?)

(because they have nothing).

"i’m—" you sobbed, your voice trembling as you looked at Mydei’s equally shaken expression, "i’m so sorry! i’m so very, very sorry!" you wailed, letting go of the porcelain fragment, hearing it clatter on the ground. the man slowly released your wrists from his grasp, still hovering above you.

"stop it, [name]. i went overboard this time. you don’t have to apologize." his voice was uncharacteristically doleful as he observed your face, measuring the amount of tears with downcast eyes.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. you could lie to yourself and pretend like you had genuine friends here, in Okhema— but at the end of the day, Mydei was all you had left. there was no one else. he wasn’t your home, but he was the only one who managed to stomp out the loneliness from your heart. you hated each other to the bone, and yet you still held your bodies on that cold floor, surrounded by nothing but muffled sobbing.

you were not violent. you were kindhearted, and warm, and you never would’ve thought of doing such things, however now all of it seemed repressed somewhere else. Mydei — no, perhaps entirety of the holy city — caused your breath to stop. you wished to view him in repulsion, but for gods’ sake, you knew you could not. once the summer sun will extinguish your being, up until the last cloud of smoke, you’ll be thinking of him. the soulmate mark stretching from your knuckles to wrist hurt. a pulsating kind of pain, reminding you it was still there, and you couldn’t forsake it.

"i’m so sorry…" you choked out, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"don’t be."

"i— i never meant to harm you, i just—"

"i know."

your hands gripped Mydei’s clothes, the blood from your cut already seeping over his previously clean attire and body. he didn’t seem to care, stroking fingers through your hair in attempt of showing any semblance of comfort (could he ever offer it?). you searched for something meaningful to say, but your thoughts narrowed to only one thing.

it was your favorite cup.

you chewed on the piece of meat with a twisted expression, the scar still visible between your fingers and the palm. sometimes it would itch, making it utterly irritating. the sounds of the swords clashing outside seemed to quiet down, now replaced by idle chatter. you were almost finished with your meal, and the time on the clock was indicating near evening. the day was coming to an end.

just like the food in your mouth, tasting rotten even though it looked completely fine, by the third year of your stay in Okhema things suddenly simmered down (wreck of your mind remained). the storm was no longer, thunders and lightning turning into whirlwind — still unpredictable and very much able to cause harm, but a bit more subtle. leading a war for three years straight would humble everyone, even the most capable warriors. for that, you were grateful.

the scorching sun no longer bothered you, and with enough savings you managed to buy yourself a place somewhere further from your surgery. now you didn’t have to reside in the small space, sleeping on medical bed and pretending like being caged there was no problem for you. this change brought you a certain peace of heart, as you regained at least a small piece of your independence.

as for you and Mydei — you still continued with your usual routine, although a bit less fierce. even though you never touched upon the topic, it seemed as if you shared a collective agreement that snapping your teeth at each other’s gullets brought you no good. it never did, but it took you both three years to realize.

now as you stuffed your mouth with some more vegetables, you wondered if Mydei possessed any redeeming qualities. if he didn’t, then you surely would have lost your mind a long time ago. after a short while of brooding, you came up with a verdict — he did. after that incident, it seemed like you started to notice more things. it’s not like you didn’t before, but perhaps you were buried too deep within your own sorrow to actually pay attention. the man wasn’t always awful. there were certain moments when you found common ground, and actually got along. though rare, the soultie progressed, and you felt as if some kind of understanding between you two formed.

after all, he was your soulmate, wasn’t he?

you sat down on the ridge of a big fountain, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. the weather was nice for a change, skies colored with a mesmerizing hue of yellow as the rain stopped pouring a few minutes ago. your clothes were soaked, but that didn’t matter, the cool on your body soothing you. you had a hard time at work today, so you wished for nothing more but a moment of rest — alas, it seemed like the universe wanted to mock you some more.

"look who we have here." a booming voice came from your right making you jump up, even though you were all-too-well accustomed to its sound. "what, don’t tell me you got caught up in the rain?"

"Mydei, give me a break…" you groaned, rubbing at your temples. he was the reason why you had to sweat so much today, and the mere sight of his face already made your blood pressure skyrocket. "are you aware you’re the reason why so many people came to me today?"

from what you’ve gathered, some fools decided it would be a great idea to spar with the Kremnoan prince. nobody wanted to admit to being the originator of the concept, though Phainon appeared especially nervous. you decided against pressuring him into speaking, as he was already injured enough. while you tended to the wounds, sewing the broken skin and putting gauzes to them, everyone kept murmuring one word: 'Mydeimos.' yes, that definitely made sense.

"it’s their fault for being overly-confident." he huffed, sitting down beside you, his eyes fixated on two birds jumping cheerily in a puddle. "if you’re not at least slightly afraid of your opponent, of course you’ll underestimate them, and fail. a pathetic mistake."

"well," you began, stretching out your legs as you captured his expression from the corner of your eye, "i’m not afraid of you at all. does that make me pathetic?"

even though your words sounded a bit exaggerated, it was the truth. throughout all of your fallouts and vicious arguments with Mydei, there was never a time where you were genuinely scared. maybe of yourself — but not of him. over the time you have learned to trust your gut, and right now it was telling you that your soulmate wasn’t a threat. yes, he throughly enjoyed making your existence filled with various anxieties and hardships, but did he ever rise a hand at you? you tried to literally slit his throat, and yet he didn’t even look offended, meanwhile most people would have strangled you unconscious.

his eyebrows rose slightly as he turned his face towards you. "is that so?” he didn’t seem to believe you, doubt arising in the honeyed irises.

"yeah," a humorless, dry chuckle escaped your lips as you studied the look he carried with great attention, "the sun will go out before i’m truly afraid of you. i have no reason to, anyway."

perhaps you should have reasons, because one of Mydei’s glares was enough to render someone unmoving. you watched him fight before, and the enemies seemed to be nothing but mere rag-dolls to him. a mentally-sound person would be trembling in respect before him — unfortunately for you, you were far from that, hence why you had to put up with all of the shouting and arguments.

"how can you be so sure, [name]?" Mydei mocked, but his comment lacked in real bite. it fell as something lighthearted on your ears, urging you to continue.

"if you really wanted to harm me, i’d be beheaded by the time i first threw a plate at you." that evoked a poorly contained snicker from him, and you couldn’t help but smile along. "and you’re… you’re not a bad person, Mydei— at least i don’t think so. bad people don’t play with children, nor do they bake pastries in their free time."

Mydei looked at you as if you just offended his whole lineage, way too dumbfounded to respond. you shook your head, an involuntary huff of laughter slipping past your lips as you took in his baffled expression. "you thought i wouldn’t notice?"

"well— well, obviously—" he forced the words out, struggling to compose a proper sentence, utterly embarrassed. "Phainon must have told you, right? he must have. oh, when i get my hands on that little—"

Phainon didn’t tell you anything. it’s just that after three years of knowing someone, people usually become aware of such things. you vividly remember Mydei playing hide and seek with a group of Kremnoan children, even if a little begrudgingly. it was one year ago, and Krateros asked you to relay some informations upon him. you can’t quite recall what it was, but you remember it being grim — normally you wouldn’t care, but it somehow made you feel somber. you didn’t want to ruin Mydei’s moment of peace, so you simply stood behind a pillar, watching the man count down as kids ran around trying to find the best hiding spot. after a while you departed, thinking it would be best to tell him later.

the other thing — precisely speaking, his baking hobby — you discovered by accident. after a long working day, you spotted Castorice and Tribbie eating something. you didn’t mean to stare, but they eventually noticed your longing gaze and invited you to sit with them. it was rare for you to share a meal with anyone, so you gratefully accepted one of the profiteroles. it was delicious, and the girls giggled at the way your eyes lit up. Tribbie explained those were a gift from 'De', as they liked to affectionately call him. you were surprised to hear that, and even thought about using that as a leverage in one of your many arguments, but eventually abandoned the idea. it wasn’t a bad activity. actually, you found it quite endearing, as far as your positive feelings towards Mydei could go.

you sighed, looking up at the yellow sky as you pleaded the gods for more patience - then, you focused back on the man. "Phainon didn’t tell me, and i don’t perceive any of those things as something you should be ashamed of. they’re good qualities. at least i know you still have a heart, Mydeimos." you grumbled, rolling your eyes.

his features seemed to relax a bit, as if the cause of his stress was based solely on your opinion. "well, aren’t you the sweetest." he murmured, a bit dryly.

you hummed in response, watching Mydei suddenly turn his face away from you, his expression obscured by the blonde locks. before you could say anything else, he pulled himself up, and started to walk away. for a second, you contemplated whether you should call after him, but decided to keep your mouth shut. it was rare for you both to share a conversation so civilized, without any crude remarks or insults. you didn’t want to ruin it for yourself, so you watched his silhouette slowly fade into the crowd of people.

and that was it. sometimes, you’d pace around your room and wonder whether you held any love for him. somewhere, in the deepest corners of your soul, the answer perhaps lied. you would have to dissect your body over and over again, searching for it, until you’d finally find the core — oozing with the venom of a rattlesnake, covered in wildflower petals. being in love, what does it feel like? were you even capable of it?

your scorched mind couldn’t grasp the concept, so you decided to leave it unanswered. even though you yearned for it — even if you wanted to catch it like a butterfly, gently nursing against the palms of your hands. contradictions are an inevitable part of the human nature. soulmates were a curse of sorts, and nowadays it seemed as if you were close to giving in. remaining hellbent took a toll on you, and the line between "surrender" and "acceptance" started to blur. still, you would never forget the torment he brought upon you. Mydei won’t forsake the thousands of your spiteful actions either, their ever-presence hovering just a few steps behind.

in a metaphorical sense, it seemed as if you both were constantly throwing up on each other. reduced from humans to mere specimens, created only to claw at one another’s throats, and then crawl back into the warm embrace as the bloody wounds made your bodies shake with cries. nothing less, nothing more.

the fork in your hand scraped against the ceramic material, forming an unpleasant sound. there was nothing left on your plate. the disgusting dinner gone, replaced with smudges of sauce and vegetable scrapes. you frowned when you suddenly heard the knocking on your door, characteristic enough for you to recognize who was standing behind them. you placed the dish onto your desk, sitting back on the bed. usually you’d be stomping to the door, ready for another clash, vicious words already on your tongue. however, now all of your bared teeth was gone. nothing made sense, and you were worn.

"come in." you called, smoothing out your attire from any wrinkles.

the door opened slowly, and a second later you were already facing Mydei. you sent him a questioning look, taking notice of his slightly slumped form. did he injure himself while sparing? no, that wasn’t possible. you observed him carefully, waiting, trying to deduce what the issue was. maybe those annoying pains were getting to him again.

"i was looking for you." he announced, his tone depraved of any kind of ire he’d still sometimes grace you with.

"you know i’m usually at my place during evening hours." you replied, your eyebrows narrowing together. "did something happen?"

"no." Mydei sighed, taking a few steps forwards. "i just wanted to see you, [name]."

you sent him a chary smile, noting the unabashed tone of his voice. honestly, it took you by surprise, but somehow you understood what he meant. it was always like that — you wished to never talk to him again, yet you felt as if you were conjoined.

(grief-stricken people seek resolve, as they have nothing — and once it’s caught by their fangs, they won’t let go, no matter how much pain it brings in its wake).

Mydei’s expression was a little absent, stripped from the usual high-awareness. "you seem tired." a soft mutter left your lips as you gently grabbed his fingers and tugged towards you, wondering whether he was getting enough sleep.

"maybe a bit." he admitted, kneeling by the side of your bed and wrapping his arms around your waist. you let him without any hesitation, watching as he put his head on your lap.

moments of intimacy were not a part of your everyday life, however there were times when one of you would unravel and lean on the other person. humans needed connection. they needed touch, warmth, affection. those were things you’d never use to describe the relationship with your soulmate, yet you couldn’t resist the sparse comfort when offered.

Mydeimos was much nicer to you in your head. your conversations didn’t usually go as planned. sometimes, when you felt the side of his face press into your neck as you let your healing energy flow through his spine, you dwelled on things he harbored within his heart. after you were done, he’d retract his body away from yours and send you a fleeting glance, filled with grudges and dismay. you’d scowl back, thinking how nice it would be to never see him again.

you ran your fingers through his golden locks, feeling at how soft they were in contrast to their owner. whenever the man got tired — genuinely tired — he’d always become so docile. the rise and fall of his chest was meek, and you would’ve thought he wasn’t breathing at all if you didn’t look closer. the same hands that ripped his enemies apart were now cradling you, as if your body was made out of glass. all the hatred and rage was gone, replaced by silent agreement to let this moment last before you’d be back to spitting at each other.

Mydei never opened up to you. you didn’t know what he went through in the past — all the horrors and trauma shaping him into who he was now. it must have taken a lot of effort to stay gentle, at least in a certain way, hidden away from the eyes of others. you leaned down, watching his relaxed face as you trailed over the tear-shaped tattoo with your intent gaze. when you felt Mydei press himself further into your lap, one conclusion appeared clearer than anything you managed to deduce throughout those three years of bloodborne struggles.

no matter what, all wolves dream of being a dog.

[vi-tamine]

hi~

could i ask about your thoughts on vi x fem girlfriend that dresses up in cute skirts/dresses for her on every possible occasion? 🥺

with love,

— 6 ;))

AAAAAA OMG i can't stop imaginating it!!! I mean, Vi would be totally mesmerized by you when you're wearing clothes like skirts or dresses, ESPECIALLY if they don't cover your legs~.

she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off you even for a. single. second!!!!!

besides, if Vi is already a touchy-feely person, when you wear a skirt, she would become even more touchy!!!! her hands would be all over your legs whenever she had the chance to do so!

when vi first asked you out on a date after you two met in the most random way possible, she didn't expect you to show up at the bar wearing a skirt in a grayish shade that went perfectly with the top. it made her mind a little foggy when she saw your bare legs, which because of the effect of the skirt made it look like your legs were much longer than they really were.

“Vi?” you spoke in a soft voice, trying to bring her out of her trance. the redhead blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality, looking you up and down again and feeling her mind almost blurred again.

“Sorry, it's just that you're… stunning.”

you had a few more dates, and vi couldn't help noticing that every time you saw each other you were wearing a garment that revealed your legs. at first you weren't aware of it, you liked to wear skirts and dresses, you felt you could show off better. but there was a point when you realized that whenever you and vi had a date, she wouldn't stop looking at you, so you started to dress in such garments just for her.

n/a: my apologies for how long it took me to answer this request! hope you like it <3

n/a2: I'm pretty much back(?)

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Okay- omg this is my first time ever requesting something so plz be patient- but as of recently I’ve gotten absorbed into Harry Potter like HARD. And I love Draco (basic but idc). If you can, Can you please do a one shot of Draco x fem Reader during the Yule Ball?

Plot Idea: Reader (Preferably Gryffindor house but any will do) is a bit worried about the Yule ball because she have no date. When all of a sudden at the last moment, Draco who has been her rival since their first year abruptly makes his move and asks reader out. Let it be Fluffy, Angsty, even smutty if you want… okay maybe a bit smutty will be appreciated. You’re a great writer and I’ll be FULLY INDEBTED TO YOU if you accept this request 👀

Unless your not open then AAAAAA BYE

I kept this fluffy, but maybe we could do a smutty part 2 of the yule ball if the people want it...

I Hate You...Maybe Not?

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Cussing

The Yule Ball was in 3 days. No one had asked you to go with them yet. All of your friends already had dates. Almost everyone already had dates. It really felt like you were the last one, and you definitely expressed that complaint to your friends while you were walking through the halls after seeing another girl get asked.

What you didn't notice was Draco walking past you, going the other way and overhearing your complaint. He didn't have a date either. Despite his ego, he seriously didn't think anyone would actually agree to go with him. He knew he could be...well, rude and nasty at times. Who would want that as their date?

But, for some reason, hearing you complain about not having a date made him think about asking you. It was weird. You two never really got along. But maybe you could, for just one night, so neither of you had to go alone, or skip it entirely.

He tried shaking the thought out of his head, figuring you would say 'no' anyways. And he definitely didn't want to embarrass himself if you rejected him. But the image of you two having fun together at the Yule Ball didn't leave his head. Especially the image of you in a fancy gown, he wondered what you'd wear. Definitely not green. Maybe red. You'd look like Christmas together. He'd snort to himself at that thought before realizing he was thinking about it again.

He caught you alone in the library the night before the ball, finishing up some assignments. He hadn't exactly made up his mind on asking you or not. But seeing you so quiet and soft and in your own world made his mind run with those thoughts again. He sighed, making sure no one was around before walking towards you.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He called softly as he was a few feet away, stepping closer to your table.

It was odd, he never used your first name. You looked up at him, very curiously. "Yes?" Your voice was cautious, but curious in what he had to say.

"I...was wondering, since I overheard you didn't have a date to the Yule Ball, and I don't have one either, that maybe we could..." He trailed off, his words coming out awkwardly. He didn't exactly plan on what he was going to say.

"Go together?" You finished, assuming what he was going to say.

"Yeah. Go together." He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets to seem casual.

"You want to go with me?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you leaned back in your seat to look at him better.

"I wouldn't exactly say 'want'. But this way we don't go alone." He said, leaning against the table. He did want to go with you, but he wasn't just gonna admit that.

"So it's purely for convenience?"

Shit, that sounded worse than just admitting he wanted to go with you. He scoffed. "You think taking you would be convenient? I could go with any other girl if I wanted. I just heard you didn't have a date yet." Fuck, that sounded bad, but his mouth just wouldn't stop.

"Oh, really? So I should feel honored you chose to ask me?" You asked, your voice laced with attitude.

"Of course." The words slipped out without thought.

"Pass." You went back to your homework.

He panicked for a moment. "Wait, wait." He said and sighed, getting your attention back on him. "I-I do actually want to go with you." He said, averting his eyes.

"Are you messing with me? Because I don't find this joke very funny." You said, shaking your head.

"No...No, I'm not joking. I...I don't know. I thought we could put the-whatever we have-aside and just have fun. Maybe give us a chance to start over. If you wanted, obviously." He said, his hands making gestures nervously now.

You eyed him for a few seconds. "Well, I'm not wearing green." You shook your head.

His brain took a moment before he realized you were agreeing, his lips turning up into a small grin. "I figured. And I won't wear red."

"What if I already bought a red dress?"

"Then I suppose we'll like Christmas together. It'll be perfect since it's on Christmas night."

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[physics-of-one-piece]

"I called you to discuss something. Can you guess?"

Me marrying you? Pls, sir, pls one night, one night is all I ask at this point omg what is happening to me, Eng North Blue Doffy is VULNERABLE I need to cuddle him and swathe him in blankets and make him tea and kiss his forehead and tuck him in and hold his big hand and shush him and tell him I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt him.

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS.

"I wanted to welcome you, to the Donquixote Family officially. Congrats, kid."

ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY HOW DARE YOU BE SO SWEET CONGRATULATING KID LAW, HOW DARE YOU OMG WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I WAS NOT WARNED, THEY NEEDED TO PUT A WARNING FOR THIS, LIKE

"English Dub Doflamingo will sound vulnerable and you run the risk of wanting to hug him, proceed with caution."

"Just looking at you I can tell you've been through hell and back." He genuinely sounds like he is sympathizing here, like his tone is like I know, kid, I know, I experienced the same shit AND I AM NOT FINE HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

"You have that hate-filled glare in your eyes." EVEN WHEN HE SAYS THIS IT'S SORTA SOFT OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING I AM NOT READY FOR THIS WHAT THE FUCK.

"I think you'll have a lot to offer our family." is speak for "You're my kid now." AND I AM MELTING 😭 Get adopted, Law. Get loved, you little angry boy. Doffy's your dad now.

I NEED TO CHEW ON PAPER OR THE BARS OF MY CAGE WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OMG ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY OMG 🥹🥹🥹

Eng Dub Kid Law is somehow breaking my heart even more "Whatever. I've got three years. And then I'm gonna die. The end. Done."

....

... 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ENG DUB LAW COME HERE I WILL LOVE YOU, GET LOVED YOU LITTLE SAD BOY WE'LL FIND YOU A CURE BABY BOY AAAAAA 😭😭

Doffy: Maybe. Depends on your luck.

"Allow me to explain." ENG DUB DOFFY AND HIS MANNERS, EXCUSE ME SIR, YOU CAN EXPLAIN ME THE FCKN CAR ENGINE AND I'M ALL EARS WHEN YOU'RE CHIVALROUS LIKE THAT.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Which of the Doffy fans got hired to write the English script, I see you, you bastards, and I love you.

"We're what you call experts in the black market and one of our fields is Devil Fruits. Their powers are vast, sometimes beyond human comprehension. Meaning there could be a Devil Fruit that could cure your condition. " He's explaining it so calmly and he sounds like a DAD. DAD DOFFY IS REAL, DADMINGO IS CANON AND IT'S ENG DUB NORTH BLUE DOFFY I AM NOT FINE -

AAAAAAAAAA

ALSO, ALSO. THE FACT ENG DOFFY SAYS "condition" instead of "disease/illness" like it's sth temporary for Law, just an obstacle they gotta get through, and he could have called it a disease like Buffalo did but he DOESN'T, l...

It's fine. I'm not crying. I'm fine.

DADMINGO IS CANON. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY MADE DADMINGO CANON.

I'm about to cry.

"So what? You have three years left. Who knows how many Devil Fruits we'll find in that time." Eng Doflamingo canonically was enthusiastic and made sure to be enthusiastic to soothe Law and comfort him by saying those words, he was literally like "Yeah, so what? We'll find it!" I'M DONE. I'M DONE. IT'S OVER FOR ME. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY, YOU CAN HAVE ME. YOU CAN HAVE ME. I won't fight. How can I?

HOW CAN I?

I... I need to... I need to write another North Blue Doffy fic but Eng North Blue Doffy in mind. He's still evil but he CARES. HE CARES. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY CARES.

OH, LORD. OH, LORD. ENG NORTH BLUE DOFFY, MY LOVE.

"And one of them just might have a life-altering solution for you." He says SOLUTION. SOLUTION. Once more, Eng North Blue Doffy treats Law's disease as a problem to solve, not as an incurable disease. Oh, he is a dad. Dadmingo is canon. Dadmingo is CANON.

[youuuimeanmee]

SxF Chapter 95 Thoughts

The drought is over.

And HOLY MOLY

AAAAAA I know we're nearing the end-semester gala but I never thought we'd get it on THIS chapter AAAADHJDJSKDN

When I saw the chapter is 21-pages long, I made sure to savor it well sskskjs

"Guardians will not be attending the gala." DAMMIT. Oh wait, Twillight can just disguise himself as a volunteer. I forgot.

Lol this is really not good for Damian's poor little heart.

WOHOO Becky cute!!

Huh, looks like Henry and Martha had a history together. Maybe they used to be classmates in Eden? Or something else, maybe.

The party is different than I expected. I thought ALL students will mingle in one place. I thought we'd meet Demetrius here. Oh well.

Damn this is depressing. Reassignation class based on academic performances. It's really happening. Anya will be separated from Becky. Hopefully their classroom will not be that far off 🥲

Damn Damian. Looking fine there, like a true young chaebol.

ANYA IS CUTE!! She's a princess!! 😭💕 I was surprised with her hair, I thought she'd keep the haircones. It's almost like as long as the little bundle of her hair is protected, any hairstyle is fine. Her dress though... It's darker than I expected; I thought she'd go with light color. But this is fine too. She's cute either way. (lowkey reminds me of a little witch, lol). It's also cute how she and Damian looks matching with black-and-white outfits, hehe. (Then again, this is b&w manga. Will their outfits have different color in the colored illlustration?)

Nicee Ewen, you do know when to give credits when it's due.

Nah Damian you're just making up shit now. You have excellent eyes, you know her dress is not cheap.

Of course Damian would fo anything for any imperial-scholar related. Cute.

Now this is interesting.

Some people say it's a reference to Harry Potter, so I wonder if some of it will turn out to be true. Especially the last two: "the cursed underground maze in section 4" and "the sealed chamber in the tower of wisdom." Sounds like hella suspicious places for a school filled with top political figures in the country. What if those are the places Donovan entered often? Hmmm. *sus glance* Wonder if DamiAnya gang will tackle the 7 mysteries like in Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun and see something they shouldn't see like in Promised Neverland, lol.

Anya, you got this! It's the name you learned in the school's interview! She already forgot, lol. But at least she got the "Ben" right!

Wonder if any of these kids will become Anya's new classmate, lol. Endo really used his break time brainstorming new characters here.

OMG IM DED. Narcis Hubrisse. Brayzen. These fucking fitting names I swear 🤣🤣🤣

Yesss you go Becky. Set your standard high. Don't mingle yourself with these lowly boys.

YAAASS. A GENTLEMAN ASKING ANYA OUT. YOU GO BOY. Even if it's a facade at least it's better than these Hubrisse and Brayzen boys.

OH.MY.GOD. FFFUUUUCKKK AJDNSKDBKDJDJSKHDUDJXNJDKDHDJJSJKSJSJSYEEEESSSSSS

HE'S HEREE HE'S FUCKING HERE. His hairstyle is ugly but HE'S HERE. I was wondering if we're gonna meet him soon. I was righttt, he iss gonna be a recurring character. I mean look at the name reveal from chapter 93. Look at that damn edgy hair. Hopefully he will be Anya's new classmate. But I never thought he'd put an interest in her as a runner-up in the classical language test. What is his background? How is he so good with the classical languange to even reach 90-ish points even though it's rarely taught? Does he have a connection with Anya with his gift in classical language and weird hairstyle? Why does he have such unsettling bow tie? I need to knooww

And he even pull off such a strong reaction from Damian too, skskjsksk. 2nd ML candidate? Lmao

Good to know Arnold's family is B tier. Not bad.

Twillightt you got soft. Letting Anya and Damian do whatever they want? What happen to the mission?

Lowkey sad to see Anya trying hard because Twillight didn't trust she would do a good job in plan B.

Oh mah gahh these preciouss kiddss 😭True homiess 😭😭💕💕

At least this will ensure Anya to get her place fair and square.

I wonder if Twillight realize Anya is approaching Damian for the sake of world peace she mentioned. Or he's simply motivated with Anya's motivation.

But at this rate, the dance will be over the moment Damian got his partner, lmaoo

Great comeback chapter! 🔥🔥🔥

*Edit: Screw what I said that Arnold might be the 2nd ML. I don't trust his hairstyle, his droopy eyes, his bow tie, and his polite manners. So far we've seen only adorable children but he could be evil for all we know. Better be cautious than sorry.*

[catcze]

APHRODITE APHRODITE APHRODITE OMG OMG HI ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU POSTING !!! and about WRIOSTHSDFJS HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINE.

i have so many unsavory thoughts about his handcuffs....... his broad shoulders.......... his fluffy hair.......... omg he is so dogboy HE IS SO GERMAN SHEPARD CODED????? LIKE PLS SIR GROW EARS SO I CAN PET YOU ??????? i just wanna give his head pats and scritches while he lays his head on my lap 🥰🥰🥰 im such a sucker for that ong I JUST LOVE HIM HES SO FINE I CANT WAIT TO HAVE HIM

(sidenote also hurt/comfort wrapping his fists after he gets into a fight without his gloves ?? BLOODY KNUCKLES KINDA....... JUST KISSING HIS HANDS WHICH ARE SURELY SCARRED FROM THAT TYPE OF FIGHTING)

REN BABY HEYYYYYYY <33 I MISSED U !!!!

MY GOD SO TRUEEEE 😭😭 bro he is so fine forreal holy shit ;;;; there is just smth about him that !!! AHSDHAJKSBS I can't even word it but omg his vibes are just so off the chart 👀

AND YESSS My god just soft moments with Wriothesley,,, BRO could you just imagine how he would met into your touch, and how he would sorta push his head up into your hand when it pets and plays with his hair? and how, if you stop, he'd open his eyes and give you a little glare until you get back to it, then and only then will he close his eyes back up and lean back into your lap.

AN D UFUALKMDS THE HAND WRAPPING LORD HAVE MERCY;; the urge to write this fic after u mentioned it??? aaAAAA

Like him trying to do it himself at first, since he's experienced in patching himself up after his fights and he doesn't want to bother you with something like this, but he immediately caves when you see it, gasp, and then take his hand in yours to help. And oh you're so busy with spreading ointment on his split knuckles and wrapping it so gently in bandages, worried that you're doing it too loosely or too tightly, that you don't even see the way his gaze on you is so fond. He holds still for you, places his hand on your lap so you can tend to it, and does his best to assure you that he's fine, dearest. Wriothesley doesn't think his heart can take much more, seeing you dote on him and care for his worn and scarred hands–– then you raise his hands to your lips and give it the gentlest of pecks, then turn his palms over and pepper small kisses over every scar you know is hidden under the bandages. All the way from his hands, to his wrists, then migrating to his face and up to his lips. And it's all he can do to contain himself when his heart feels like it's going to jump right out of his chest.

("Be careful next time, okay?"

"I promise, my love."

"And find me when you need help, please. It makes me feel better knowing I can help you like this. Knowing that you're cared for."

and as if he thinks you couldn't make him love you any more than he already does, you just go and prove him wrong.)

[icyminghao]

i don’t understand (but i love you)

pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: fluff, some angst, established relationship word count: 1.5k warning(s): none

summary: despite the communication barrier, minghao and you have been doing well. at least, that’s what minghao thinks. but when he sees you conversing so freely in your native language with someone else, he doesn’t really know what to think anymore.

based on this request by @phenomenalgirl9!

✧ read (pretty) hungry, set in the same universe and before the events of i don’t understand (but i love you) here!

Minghao and you have always been doing great. At least, that’s what Minghao thinks.

He’d met you while he was browsing the shelves of a bookstore while on vacation, and he’d forever be grateful that you reached for that one mystery book the same time he did, or he would never have known of your existence (he can’t bear to imagine how he would have turned out if he hadn’t).

You didn’t speak any of the languages he did, but he was absolutely mesmerised by you nonetheless, too lost in your eyes to pay attention to how you were frantically apologising for grabbing the book, rambling on in your native language about how you’d actually read it before but loved it so much you had to get the physical copy that he’d gotten caught staring after failing to notice that you had already stopped talking for about a minute.

He’d wordlessly placed his phone on your hands, and you looked down at the screen to see the interface of the Phone application, except the text was all in Korean. You’d marveled that you’ve never actually met a Korean before in your broken Korean, and Minghao swore he fell for you harder in that instant, too absorbed in the fact that you had tried to converse with him in a language he knew to correct you on his heritage. He could do that later (and that he did).

Subsequently after your first meeting, or as Seokmin calls it, your “meet-cute”, Minghao spent every moment he had with you while he was still in the country. Dates mainly consisted of getting to know each other at your favourite café, where the both of you fell into a routine of trading book recommendations and talking about each other’s book recommendations. It was there that you found out about Minghao’s first language and subsequently hounded him to teach you Chinese, much to his enjoyment. Of course, Minghao wasn’t naïve and was well aware of the limited time that the both of you shared, but he couldn’t stop himself from falling deeper and deeper for you anyway.

It was like luck was really on his side, though, when you told him that you’d been accepted into a college in Seoul for your Masters Degree. He’d been so over the moon he asked you to be his partner right away, and the rest was history.

So, despite the communication barrier, Minghao and you have definitely been doing great. The two of you may not be able to say much to each other (but you’re both trying, really hard), but the comforting reality is that there isn’t a need for much words between the two of you. You always seem to know what he’s thinking, as he does for you (much to the dismay of Minghao’s friends, who constantly groan about how the both of you always communicate with your “disgusting, lovesick eyes” and leave them out), so there simply isn’t a need for much words to be exchanged between you both.

But as he looks at you from across the bar, smiling and laughing at a childhood friend visiting Seoul for the week, as he looks at you being more talkative than you’ve ever been with him considering that your friend shared the same first language as you did, Minghao can’t help but let the insecurities eat away at him.

Your Korean has definitely improved a lot since the both of you had first met, so you could definitely engage in more conversations with each other now, but it’s the way you looked so comfortable conversing in your first language that really struck Minghao. Maybe you would be better off being with someone like your friend, someone who spoke the same language as you did? Maybe you’d be much happier than you were with him if you’d just left him and went for your friend instead? After all, the both of you do look very much like a childhood-friends-to-lovers kind of pair. Minghao’s just getting in the way, right?

As Minghao starts spiralling down the bottomless pit of his insecurities and overthinking, you seem to pick up on his deteriorating mood, eyes searching and finding his from across the crowded bar. Your eyes soften as you slightly raise your eyebrows in what Minghao interprets as an “Are you good?”, and he sends you a tight-lipped smile in response, nodding slowly. You don’t seem to buy into Minghao’s flimsy attempt at waving off what’s wrong, however, and excuse yourself from the conversation promptly before making your way over to him. Minghao tries not to let his glee at you picking him over your friend show, instead keeping his eyes on you for the entire duration it takes for you to walk over to him.

“What’s wrong, hm?” you ask the moment you’re face-to-face with Minghao, reaching to rest one hand on his cheek. Minghao sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into your warmth.

“Did you…” he slowly opens his eyes to look into your glittering, love-filled ones, “did you manage to catch up with your friend?”

A look of surprise washes over you, having not expected your friend to be the topic of conversation. “Oh, yeah! We talked a bit about how things were like back at home, but that’s it, really.”

Home. Minghao feels his heart ache at that word. Home is where you and your childhood friend reside, where he doesn’t exist. Home is where you should be, is all that crosses in Minghao’s mind.

“Baobei*?” your saccharine voice pulls him out of his self-deprecating thoughts, your eyes softening as your brows furrow at him in worry, “What’s wrong? Should we leave?”

You remove the hand on his cheek to grab his wrist and lead him towards the exit without waiting for his answer, and Minghao yearns for your touch on his face again. You weave through the crowd expertly, with such a determined stride that Minghao can’t help but smile at how seriously you’re taking this. It’s really not good for his poor heart.

As soon as the both of you step out of the bar, you’re pulling Minghao to a nearby bench and sitting him down, fretting over him as all he does is stare up at you with the softest eyes. Not seeing anything external to worry about, you move to sit beside him, taking one of his hands in yours to rub the back of his palm soothingly.

“Are you feeling unwell? Please tell me,” your voice comes out soft, and laced with so much worry that Minghao can’t help but feel bad for making you feel like this because of him.

He shakes his head, moving to rest his free hand on top of yours. “It’s nothing, I just… I just wasn’t used to seeing you so talkative, I guess.”

Your face morphs into one of confusion, seemingly not understanding what Minghao is getting at. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“Do you… sometimes wish you were with someone whom you could speak the same language freely to? Like… your friend just now.

It’s just… when you’re with me, it’s like you’re always thinking before speaking, like you’re trying to piece together coherent sentences that I would understand, and when I saw you today talking to your friend with such ease it just made me think that maybe you’d be better off with someone like him, someone whom you don’t have a language barrier with, you know?” Minghao doesn’t know when his grip on your hand tightens, or when the first tear falls, but he’s suddenly finding himself sobbing like a child on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around him and pat his back reassuringly, cooing at him to calm him down.

“Baobei…” you coo, patting his back rhythmically as a sign that you’re there with him, “Who’s to say that I’d be better off with someone else who’s not you? I would have an easier time conversing with someone who speaks the language I speak fluently, yes, but I chose to be with you because I think we have a bond that transcends the limits of language, Minghao. You always seem to know what I’m trying to say even when I fumble with my words, as I do for you. I’m choosing to be here with you to navigate our relationship together because I love you, Minghao, and no one else. So no, I don’t sometimes wish I were with someone whom I could speak the same language freely to, because I have you.”

Minghao removes his head from your shoulder to stare at you with his reddened eyes and tear-stricken face, and you pout at the sight. It’s not often that you see Minghao crying, much less in public, so this issue must have really affected him badly.

“I love you too,” he chokes out, practically launching himself into your arms, hugging you so tight as if you were going to slip out of his grasp if he didn’t. “please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Baobei,” you smile, tilting your head to plant a soft kiss on his hair.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

*: Baobei (宝贝) — Chinese term of endearment for “baby” or “love”.

a/n: i love them sm i feel like i’m probably gonna be writing drabbles set in this universe bc minghao reminds me sm of jem carstairs (from the infernal devices) here and 😵‍💫😵‍💫 jem my book boyfie fr

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[darkmatilda]

no no omg that was incredible you absolutely fulfilled the brief. they are such dorks oh my god theyre so stupid i love them. theyre so down bad. unfortunately your writing is so fun and flavourful and full of great characterisation that its already given me another request idea about diva genuinely following spencer up on that mention of going to the gym but i will send that separately cause i wanna yap about the fic at hand. you have a really great knack for comedic writing (i think anyone good at horror and angst is going to be good at comedy because both require an understanding of how to build and release tension), and i must sound like a broken record but i loooove the way you show these two wearing down each others defenses. yes they're awkward and stubborn and not saying what they really want but you're showing their progression REALLY well. diva's growing trust in spencer - calling him about the cat, hugging him and showing vulnerability when she usually stays so steely, fully just showing up at his apartment and making herself at home - is so sweet to see. and you do an excellent job of showing how that trust can easily be disguised as her being her audacious self, willing to take up space and do what she likes, but also showing the tenderness behind it that proves that their relationship is changing. ik you said you're coming up with her personality on the fly but you're making her a really concrete and consistent character imo! and spencer!!! you nail his character so well!!! he wants things so badly and he would rather die than admit it but he will definitely take advantage of a situation if it gets him the thing hes trying so hard not to want. i love seeing the way he responds to diva's vulnerability. it'd be so easy for him to be smug about it, but he's just touched that she's willing to share it. oh its all so lovely. fuck you for being so good at this, aaaaaa. also its vegas anon i forgot to sign the request but YOU DID GREAT AND THANKS AND AAAA - vegas anon

i shouldve known it was your request because it was so in character for them and for this whole series 😭 and i swear no one understands those two like you do. that’s not a joke or an exaggeration you analyze them so well and it really helps me with writing bc struggle with naming emotions myself and (I think) i tend to circle around them a bit but your words kind of show me that a potential reader does understand what im even trying to say NO IDEA if any of this makes sense im sorry 😭

trust can easily be disguised as her being her audacious self, willing to take up space and do what she likes, but also showing the tenderness behind it omg this is so spot on 😭😭

i love seeing the way he responds to diva's vulnerability. it'd be so easy for him to be smug about it, but he's just touched that she's willing to share it.

IvE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS LATELY TOO.because if he didn’t actually care about her as a person if he was only attracted to her (which he’d already admit to grudgingly) he’d absolutely use those vulnerable moments to his advantage. but he does the exact opposite?? he melts?? he becomes this soft, protective version of himself?? im so sorry ive been overthinking this so hard but i imagine diva—being the kind of woman she is—has always been careful about who gets to see her vulnerability and probably had to deal with a lot of men who wanted to “comfort” her just to gain something from it BUT spencer?? when it happens with her its like he quietly raises a white flag between them and just is there for here

also thank you for sending your request in a separate message illl be able to use it in the future and it gave me the chance to respond to that amazing ramble ty ❤️✨

[xo2dee]

Omg new update on my fav fanfic next week..... AAAAAA!!!! I'm so excited for them to be just awkward and shit 🥀 just marry each other already dammit! Also the DMC x PGR collab got me gnawing on the bars of my cages!!! VERGIL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!! HIS INNER V IS OUT!!!! VERGIL'S VOICE aaaaaAAAAAAAA-

also I just found it funny that some people just say he would never say those stuff, mfs didn't even read the visions of v manga 💔💔 smh tsktsktsk, he's an awkward nerd under all the edge of his, and we all love him for that

yessss im super excited bc they're basically living together with one bed for a week so we get more bonding and a ton of awkwardness they finally get over 🥰 and PLS A GACHA GAME DOING HIM MORE JUSTICE AND UNDERSTANDING HIS CHARACTER. he sounds so relaxed and comfortable with himself now wqergfdsadf im gonna bite him hes so soft and cute

and yah most of the people mischaracterizing vergil have never read visions of v so i normally dont even bother with their opinions on him lmao

[merakiui]

I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YAYY!! I was thinking .. sm thoughts of reader who’s a childhood friend of his. he, hyuna and hyuna’s brother (hyunwoo) came into his life like a fresh breeze of spring amidst the dead leaves around him but it was you who extended your hand out first to pull him forward away from his loneliness.. as such he became obsessed with you from that point on >< smt smt leading up to noncon … also imagine he accidentally gets reader pregnant (not cus it was all according to his devious plan) and the aliens couldn’t punish him since he was the breadmaker and u couldn’t terminate it no matter how much u beg cus they’re actually interested to see what comes out of the union between u and luka, the ones with superior genes 👀 ouhhh it’s all so yummy!!!

AAAAA THAT'S SO DELICIOUS OMG....... I think it's quite obvious that Luka has no sense of personal space or boundaries and is constantly crossing them throughout alnst. That scene from "all-in" where he tries to kiss Hyuna,,, >_< he is terrible!! I love the idea of Luka discovering "human" forms of intimacy and wanting to do them with you. Only, perhaps you actually indulge him. Maybe you feel bad or maybe you're mostly clueless because in a world of aliens where else are you to find "humanity" but in the human pets around you?

You can entertain cutesy handholding and kisses on the cheek. In your mind, it's perfectly, preciously innocent. Nothing more than a form of friendship, or so you think. To Luka, it's the entire world and more. And it all culminates in an obsession that grows with him into adulthood, worsening once he learns more and more about the implications of these gentle touches and how far they can go. The softness of your lips against his cold hands,, how kind you were to the sickly, fragile him when you were both young, and you'd bend down and offer your help when he was hunched over in a coughing fit from overexerting himself.

Something something Luka pinning you down and you're wondering just what in the world he's doing. He has such an unaffected expression, as if this is perfectly normal and he hasn't just awkwardly forced you to the ground beneath him. It's such a dangerous step up from that little boy whose fingers would search out yours, who'd cling to you, who made you his entire world. But now that you're both older, isn't this how it's done—how it should be? Isn't this the best way to be human? To prove a facet of his humanity that the aliens could never hope to replicate? Do you see my vision!!! The aliens will call it breeding, but this is human love and Luka's going to prove it to you.

Ooooo he is such a vile rat.... >:( comforting you in the same way you used to comfort him,, brushing his cold fingertips against your cheek, leaning in to kiss your tears away..... softly carving away your bodily autonomy as his shadow eclipses your own.... he may be a Freak™ but it is my personal opinion that he firmly believes missionary is the ideal position for these things ("romance"). You can look at him, and if he's above you it really does seem like he's your god, right? :) the only thing in your world, the only one you'll ever see in this moment and forever on afterwards, because no one else matters.

Luka is something of a cherished figure amongst the aliens because he has such a destructive penchant for showmanship. Like when he kisses the hand of the loser in "Ruler of My Heart." It's these little moments that those who are fond of Luka eat up because it makes the rounds so much more exciting. And since he's so popular and has won the game before....... I really do think those aliens would just say yolo and let that freak have his way. T_T it makes it interesting, and that's really the crux of entertainment: whether or not it will continue to be interesting and captivate the audience. And Luka knows how to do that efficiently and effectively. <3

AAAAAA and what if what if what if!!!!!!! You used to sing lullabies for him when you were children....... and now Luka's doing that same thing for you and the baby, gently pressing his ear to your bump as if to hear the tiny heartbeat within,,, softly singing those same lullabies that once soothed and comforted him,,, maybe part of it's to mess with and manipulate you in some way. Less vindictive and more so "we're so deeply intertwined whether you like it or not, so recognize it" sort of way,, if that makes a fraction of sense?? T^T and maybe the worst part is that it does calm the baby because all of their kicking and squirming settles the moment Luka puts his hands on your bump and starts singing.

I genuinely think Luka can't push himself too much during sex or any type of exciting activity that requires lots of exertion,, unless he wants his asthma and other symptoms to act up. </3 so naturally this means it's slow, sickeningly sweet, ooey-gooey lovemaking all the time, wherein every breath and moment is seared onto your skin.

[ticklygiggles]

Hi Mia! I would just like to stop by and share the idea of using Rafayel’s paint brushes to tickle him. I think that he would be especially sensitive when there is actual paint on them considering it’s cold, but using suuuuper soft brushes with no paint on them to trace his abs gets him SQUEALING! I love him so much HELP 😭

STOP THIS MASSACRE THIS INSTANT I BEG OF YOU AAAGGHH MY HEART!! Rafayel is slowly making his way into my heart 😍 (although Dr. Zayne will always be first place) I love him sooo muuuch

AND THIS IS SO CUTE SKDNFK I have the whole scene in my head but I can't put it into words like !!!!! I can totally see us straddling his hips for whatever reason and his hands are under our knees as we bruuuush his tummy aaaalll over as he laughs SO CUTE SNDKFK

"You really do have abs?? They're certainly quite hard, aren't they? But why are they so ticklish, hmm? You're so ticklish, Rafayel~"

And Rafayel would be losing his shit aaaaaa all blushy as he cackles his head off and says a bunch of silly stuff like "It dohohoesn't tihihickle!" "It huhuhurts! It huhuhurts!" "I hahahahate beheheing tihihickled!" "I'm dihihiying!"

He'd try to say the most dramatic things to make you stop, but when you're tickling his belly button he's a goner aaaaa

ALSO we are not weak at all I think, so we'd be able to pin his arms up and also tickle his underarm with his brushes 😍 "I think this place is good for a nice painting. I need some yellow... And then... ah, there we go. You like it so much you're laughing this hard* Rafayel?"

Sign me the f up to this omg thank you for sharing kind anon dkdkfnkfk

[delaythings]

for the ask game! :D

🍓 : SAPPY STRAWBERRY . . . what makes you sappy and all nostalgic? listening to a song you once played one too many times? a movie about the underdog saving the day? seeing older couples walking down the street?

🧺 : SOFT LAUNDRY . . . what is your comfort item? a necklace you always wear? the soft blanket at the end of your bed? a certain drink you pick wherever you go?

💌 : LOVE LETTER . . . what random things do your friends associate with you? a fictional character you resemble? the scent you always wear? a dumb phrase you made up?

aaaaaa first ever ask game ask!!! :DDD (answering for my mha dr of course)

also sososososo sorry this is so late omg!! i got very busy and completely forgot :(((

🍓: ooohhh nostalgic and sappy things for my dr are def like, stuff related to my childhood. “test drive” from how to train your dragon which was my favorite movie series growing up, (for obvious reasons), and honestly that entire franchise as well. the smell of my mom’s chicken alfredo and her frosted sugar cookies and the sparkling grape juice/apple cider my dad would buy for me and my brothers so we could also look fancy with him when he would drink wine while reading a book. the smell of lemon, vanilla, and flowers (my mom’s perfume), the leathery smell of punching bags and boxing gloves (home training gym where my parents both taught me martial arts growing up), and the smell of steel and motor oil (workshop where my brothers and dad built things in their free time). also, something for a bit later in my dr life, “if not for you” by maneskin, which is one of the songs i mainly attribute with katsuki and i

(also, sliding in my waiting room too, “merry go round of life,” cause that’s what i will wake up to when i shift there for the first time)

🧺: comfort items!! obviously, i have a ton considering my dragon instincts from my quirk influence me to hoard things i find comfort in, such as my gem/crystal/mineral hoard, fantasy books, nesting supplies (aka a godforsaken amount of blankets, pillows, and a few plushies), and even bath/spa products like scrubs and stuff. then (cause she’s technically an item) my precious little baby mech owl athena!! i love her with all of my existence (fun fact: athena actually is a familiar for all of my realities, this is just the form she has in my mha dr).

and, a whole other thing when it comes to physical comfort items, i have specially made padded covers that fit around all of the sharp parts of my dragon limbs for when i’m sleeping, cause i can’t hide them while i’m asleep. i had these made for me after a few too many times of waking up with shredded blankets from my wings, talons, or tail or from having pillows skewered on my horns.

💌: things my friends associate with me!! so, the most obvious one are fictional dragon characters, specifically smaug (hoarding gems) and toothless (black dragon, energy-like powers). another thing that my friends associate with me, especially after we move into the dorms, are cats!! several of the behaviors that come from my quirk are inspired by toothless funnily enough, who was inspired by cats. my catlike traits include the following: the cat yawn, being able to fall asleep literally anywhere, slit pupils that dilate when im focused or see something/someone i like, flexibility, etc. there is a definite smell that people associate with me, that being a sort of ozone/petrichor scent that smells like a lightning storm that comes from me using my energy.

okay that’s all :)))