#I wanted to make something. Fun and creative

[paxaz535]

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paige has an idea that you all record yourself

note: this is a anon request so whoever sent it in, this is for you!

smutty, nasty, spit kink, usage of strap

ALL FAKE THIS IS NOT REAL (just a heads up for the ones who like to send threats and shit. 🙄)

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it was a random friday when paige asked for something completely different.

you were all lounging around in you and nika’s apartment—your body draped across paige’s ass as she lay flat on her stomach on the floor. her head was in nika’s lap, and azzi was nestled comfortably between your legs.

everyone was touching in some kind of way, but no one minded. it was a slow day, no plans, no visitors expected—just the four of you, tangled up and unbothered.

paige was idly scrolling through her ipad when something sparked in that twisted, dirty, pretty little mind of hers.

“i have a crazy suggestion,” she said.

everyone froze and turned toward the blonde.

“those words are never safe coming out of your mouth, p,” you muttered.

the blonde just chuckled, shaking her head. “i have a feeling you’re all gonna like this one, though.”

that earned her your full attention. everyone sat up a little straighter, eyes on her now.

“go on,” azzi said, gaze steady on paige.

paige cleared her throat, her eyes flicking between the three of you. “okay, so—again, crazy idea—but what if we filmed ourselves… just for us to watch later?”

silence.

“you mean like… make a sex tape?” nika asked, blunt as ever, her brows drawn together.

paige tilted her head, thinking for a second before nodding. “exactly.”

nika looked at you, then at azzi, then back to paige.

“you serious?” you asked, your voice low.

she nodded.

she was actually serious.

“hmm…” you hummed aloud. “we using all of our phones?”

paige nodded eagerly. “yeah, like—set them up around the room so we get hella angles and shit.”

azzi tilted her head. “so you want one of us to, like, edit it after or something?”

paige laughed at her girlfriend. “obviously, babe. we gotta piece the clips together if we want it to look like an actual sex tape.”

the curlyhead let out a soft “ohhh” of realization, then looked between you and nika. “i’m down. you two?”

nika’s eyes flicked to yours before she shrugged. “sounds kinda hot to me. baby?”

now all eyes were on you.

they knew you’d say yes. you just liked dragging it out, savoring the attention. you held their gaze for a beat before grinning.

“this sounds fun. i’m in.”

paige grinned and pumped her fist in the air as she stood up. “okay—everyone’s phone charged?”

you glanced at yours, then laughed. “mine’s dead. lemme go throw it on the charger.”

you got up and disappeared into your room, a spark of excitement already settling low in your stomach.

paige’s mind can be so creative sometimes it’s honestly crazy.

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you plugged your phone in, shaking your head at how fast things escalated. one minute you were lounging around, the next you were prepping to be in a full-blown sex tape with your favorite people. the thought alone made your skin warm.

when you came back out, paige already had her phone propped on a stack of books by the window. nika was pulling out her tripod from the coat closet like it was nothing, and azzi was adjusting the lights in the living room like she was prepping a set.

“okay… y’all are way too ready for this,” you laughed.

“we stay ready,” paige winked.

“gotta get the lighting right,” azzi added. “i don’t wanna be shadowy in my own damn video.”

“and you know i’m not tryna be caught at a weird angle,” nika said, locking her phone into place. “i need to look good while i ruin y’all.”

you bit your lip, the way she said that already stirring something low in you. paige walked over, tugging on your hand. “your phone good?”

you nodded. “bout ten percent. good enough for one angle.”

“perfect. prop it up by the tv,” she said, already pulling off her hoodie. she had on a black sports bra underneath, and the sight made your breath hitch.

azzi noticed and smirked, brushing past you as she headed toward the couch. “we starting now or what?”

paige raised a brow. “you wanna warm up first or go straight into it?”

nika slid onto the couch, spreading her legs just slightly. “i say we skip the warm-up.”

“of course you do,” you muttered with a grin, but your body was already moving, setting your phone down where paige told you to.

“who’s starting?” azzi asked, leaning over the back of the couch, her curls falling in her face.

paige shrugged. “why don’t we all start at once?”

nika pulled you into her lap the second you got close enough, her hands already roaming. “best idea you’ve ever had,” she muttered against your neck.

paige sat on the floor between azzi’s legs, turning her head to kiss the inside of her thigh. azzi tilted her head back with a soft breath, her hand already buried in paige’s hair.

the air was heavy with want now, thick with the sound of shifting clothes, stifled breaths, and the low hum of recording phones catching it all. you looked over your shoulder at nika, who had a lazy grin on her face, like she was just getting started.

and maybe she was.

“switch,” paige said casually, tapping your thigh.

you looked over at her, raising a brow. “switch?”

“yeah,” she smirked. “me and you. azzi with nika. it’s balanced.”

you didn’t question it. you stood up, heart thudding a little faster as you crossed the room toward her. she was already spreading her legs, leaning back slightly against the couch with her knees bent, waiting for you.

“sit pretty for me,” she said.

you sank into her lap, your thighs straddling hers, and her hands went straight to your hips. she tugged you closer, then leaned in and kissed just under your jaw—slow, warm, with purpose. behind you, you could hear azzi chuckle lowly, something about “you’ve been waiting for this, huh?” and nika’s dry “shut up and prove it.”

but you weren’t focused on them anymore.

paige’s hands slipped under your shirt, fingers cold against your skin as she dragged her nails lightly up your back. “you good?” she murmured, her lips brushing your cheek.

you nodded, already breathless. “yeah.”

“good,” she whispered, and then she kissed you.

it wasn’t soft. it was greedy—open-mouthed and warm, her tongue slipping in slow, dragging against yours. one of her hands gripped the back of your neck while the other moved down to squeeze your ass. she rolled her hips up once and you moaned into her mouth, your hands pressing against her chest for balance.

meanwhile, on the other end of the couch, azzi had already pulled nika into her lap, her hand sliding under the hem of nika’s shirt and trailing along her toned stomach. nika’s head was tilted back, her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp slipping out as azzi bit at her collarbone.

“you’re already making noises?” azzi teased, her voice rough. “we haven’t even started yet.”

nika just grabbed azzi’s face and kissed her hard in response, hands fisting in her curls as she ground down into her lap, slow and deliberate. azzi groaned against her mouth, and their phones picked up every sound.

back with paige, she leaned back slightly to look at you. “take your shirt off for me.”

you pulled it over your head without hesitation, your bare skin lighting up under her touch. she stared at you for a second—just stared—and then ran her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “fuck, you’re so sexy.”

you grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, but she stopped you, her hand sliding down between your legs. “uh-uh, let me take care of you first.”

your breath caught.

behind you, you could hear nika now openly moaning, the wet sound of azzi’s mouth on her chest echoing in the quiet room, and the thud of her hips against azzi’s lap in a steady rhythm. they were moving fast already, and you weren’t sure who was leading.

but paige didn’t rush.

her fingers moved over your underwear, slow and firm, until you were rocking into her hand without thinking. “just like that,” she whispered. “don’t worry about the cameras. just look at me.”

so you did.

and she smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

you were moving slow, hips rocking into paige’s hand as she rubbed you through your underwear, her eyes dark and greedy. her thumb was working in tight circles now, and the more your breath stuttered, the more her smirk grew.

“mm, i can feel how wet you are through this,” she murmured, voice low and sweet like syrup. “what do you think the camera sees right now? this face?” her hand moved faster, a little meaner. “or this body?”

you moaned softly, trying to keep your eyes on her but they fluttered shut at the pressure. paige leaned forward, biting your bottom lip before letting it go. “don’t be shy. they’ll see everything eventually.”

on the couch, nika had ditched her shirt completely, her sports bra pushed up to expose her chest while azzi’s mouth left red marks in her wake. azzi was greedy with her—hands gripping tightly at nika’s thighs, mouth working sloppily over her chest like she wanted to consume her.

“keep riding,” azzi ordered, one hand gripping nika’s waist as the other slid between them.

“fuck—az,” nika choked out, grinding down harder.

azzi looked up at her. “you never ride me like this.”

nika smirked through a shaky breath. “you never record me like this.”

that earned a low groan from azzi, and she brought her hand down hard on nika’s ass, making her jolt. the slap echoed in the room, caught clearly on two different phones.

back on the floor, paige was now tugging at your underwear, her fingers slipping under the waistband to finally touch you directly. your breath hitched as she dragged two fingers through your folds, eyes still locked on yours.

“god,” she whispered, “you’re soaked.”

you couldn’t even answer. your hips moved instinctively, chasing the pressure, grinding against her hand. she slid two fingers in, slow but firm, and your mouth parted in a silent moan.

“don’t hold back,” she said, curling them just right. “i want everyone to hear you.”

across the room, nika’s moans were getting louder, breathier, her head buried in azzi’s neck now as she rode her hand shamelessly. azzi’s other hand had found her breast, squeezing, teasing, and every once in a while giving a light slap just to see her jump.

“you’re so fuckin’ responsive,” azzi whispered, kissing her ear. “camera’s probably shaking from how hard you’re moving.”

nika laughed weakly, breathless. “don’t care.”

“you never do,” azzi smirked, sucking a hickey into her throat. “but i do. i want this to look good when we watch it later.”

back with paige, her fingers were moving faster now, curling perfectly with every thrust. your hands were in her hair, one on her shoulder, eyes half-lidded as you let her work you open.

she kissed your collarbone, your chest, and murmured, “when you come, look at the phone. let it catch your face.”

you didn’t know what made you whine louder—her words or her fingers—but the coil inside you was tightening quick, dangerously close to snapping.

meanwhile, azzi had pulled nika tighter against her, mouth by her ear. “you close, baby?”

nika nodded, her moans turning shaky, her whole body trembling as she ground down harder.

“good. let it happen.”

it was like the air thickened in that second—charged and ready, all four of you teetering on the edge.

“come on,” paige whispered, fingers deep and steady inside you. “don’t hold it. give it to me.”

you felt it rising fast, your body tensing as you clung to her, riding her hand with your hips stuttering. across the room, you could hear azzi’s voice get firmer, lower, her words close against nika’s skin.

“come for me, baby. come just like this, let them hear you.”

and it happened—almost perfectly in sync.

your head fell back as you cried out, pleasure rippling through your body in sharp, wet waves. your thighs shook around paige’s lap, and she kept her fingers moving, working you through it with quiet, reverent murmurs of “just like that… fuck, baby…”

at the same moment, nika’s hips jolted once, twice—then froze as her moan broke free, high and shaky against azzi’s shoulder. her whole body trembled, her nails digging into azzi’s arms as she collapsed against her.

the room went breathless for a beat. all you could hear were soft gasps, the faint buzz of phones still recording, and the distant echo of your own moans on the speakers if anyone ever played it back.

paige smiled, kissed the corner of your mouth, and gently slipped her fingers out. “you okay?” she asked softly.

you nodded, still catching your breath. “mhm.”

“good,” she murmured, brushing your hair back. then she stood, walking toward her overnight bag in the corner of the room.

you watched her bend down, unzip it, and pull out a familiar black harness and a curved, deep purple strap.

your stomach flipped.

“oh, we’re not done,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with that wicked grin. “lay down for me.”

“goddamn,” azzi muttered with a laugh from the couch, still cradling a dazed nika in her lap.

paige looked at her, smug. “what? i like sequels.”

you didn’t hesitate. you laid back on the floor near one of the phones, your body still buzzing from the high. she fastened the strap on quickly, confidently, like she’d done this a thousand times—and you knew she had.

paige knelt between your legs, her eyes dragging down your body like she was starving. “gonna be so good for me, right?”

“yes,” you whispered, already spreading your legs for her.

“that’s my girl,” she said, lining herself up.

she dragged the tip through your folds first, slow and wet, letting you feel it. your hips twitched.

“so ready,” she murmured, and then she pushed in—inch by inch, slow enough to make your toes curl.

your mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering closed as the stretch filled you. she didn’t stop until she bottomed out, her hips pressed flush to yours, her hands holding your thighs open wide.

behind you, you could hear azzi still murmuring to nika, soft praise as she kissed her shoulders and neck. nika was recovering, but her eyes were still half-lidded and hungry, watching you and paige move like it was her favorite movie.

“fuck, look at you,” paige said, starting to thrust—slow and deep. “so pretty like this. all open for me.”

you moaned, lifting your hips to meet each stroke. her rhythm was steady, precise, dragging against all the right spots with every push.

“you better keep your eyes open this time,” she said through gritted teeth. “you’re gonna wanna see this.”

“open your eyes,” paige said again, her voice right in your ear now, breath hot as she leaned over you. “you really wanna miss this?”

you blinked up at her, dazed, lips parted as she thrust again—deep, slow, perfectly deliberate.

she smirked. “that’s what i thought.”

then, without warning, she pulled out.

you gasped, hips bucking up to chase the friction, but she was already grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your stomach. her grip was firm, rough enough to make you whimper into the carpet.

“up,” she ordered, voice sharp now. “on your knees.”

you obeyed without thinking, your body moving like it was tethered to hers. she tugged your hips back until you were arched just right, back swayed, ass pushed up and ready. she ran a hand down your spine, slow and possessive, then gave you a sharp slap on your ass—making you jolt and moan.

behind you, you heard azzi lowly whistle. “shit.”

nika had shifted to sit between azzi’s legs now, dazed but fully focused, her eyes locked on the way paige lined herself up behind you again.

“look at her,” nika murmured, half to azzi, half to herself. “fuckin’ folded.”

“and loving it,” azzi grinned, her hand slipping under nika’s thigh, still stroking slow circles over sensitive skin.

you could barely process them—your mind was focused only on paige now. she slid back in, deeper this time, the angle sharper. you cried out, grabbing at the carpet as she set a brutal, delicious pace from behind.

“there we go,” she growled, her hands tight on your hips. “you take it so well like this.”

every thrust knocked a sound out of you—needy, raw, real—and the phones around you caught all of it.

she leaned over you again, the strap still moving inside you as her fingers slid under to toy with your clit, rough and fast.

“this is my favorite view,” she murmured into your ear. “you, stuffed and moaning and shaking for me while they watch.”

you were shaking. your legs were starting to give, your moans turning messy and high as her rhythm didn’t falter once.

paige slapped your ass again, harder. “don’t you dare come until i say.”

“fuck—paige,” you whimpered, desperate, trembling now.

“you can wait,” she said, biting your shoulder. “i’m not done with you yet.”

paige’s fingers kept a merciless rhythm on your clit while the strap filled you, every slap of her hips echoing through the room. your whole body trembled, the threat of release sitting right on the brink.

behind you, nika finally turned, blinking heavy-lidded eyes at azzi. “your turn, az,” she murmured, voice still rough from coming.

azzi cocked a brow, lips parted, but she didn’t protest when nika slid off her lap to kneel between her spread thighs. nika tugged azzi forward on the couch until azzi’s back hit the cushions and her legs dangled over the edge, knees loose and ready.

“hands behind the couch,” nika ordered, a sly grin tugging at her mouth.

azzi obeyed, fingers curling over the top cushion. nika pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other—slow, deliberate—letting her warm breath tease the slick she could already see glistening.

“don’t tease me,” azzi warned, voice shaky.

nika only chuckled, licking a broad stripe up azzi’s center—slow and wet—before pulling back. she let a string of saliva drip from her tongue onto azzi’s clit, watching it pool and mix with the slick there.

“oh, fuck,” azzi groaned, thighs twitching.

nika lapped it up, then did it again, letting spit drip until azzi was a mess of slick and saliva. only when azzi was fully squirming did nika finally focus, mouth sealing over her clit and sucking hard. azzi’s hips lifted off the couch, a choked cry ripping from her chest.

paige glanced over, still piston-thrusting into you. “look at them,” she murmured in your ear. “she’s drooling all over azzi’s pussy.”

you tried to turn your head, but paige shoved your face back down, hand fisting in your hair. “eyes forward. focus on my cock.”

she drove deeper, harder, the slap-slap-slap of skin loud under nika’s noisy, wet sucking in the background. every time nika pulled back, she let another slow string of spit fall, then licked it away in swirling circles that had azzi’s legs shaking.

“shit—nika, i’m—” azzi’s voice cracked.

“not yet,” nika said, thumb pressing just below azzi’s clit while she flattened her tongue and licked one long, torturous stripe.

azzi whimpered, obediently holding back.

behind you, paige’s thrusts got meaner, the tip of the strap slamming that perfect spot over and over until stars burst behind your eyes.

“please,” you gasped, nails clawing at the carpet. “paige, please—”

“you wanna come?” her voice was all grit and honey.

“yes—yes, fuck—”

she pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head, and spat—hot and slick—right onto your aching cunt. her spit trickled down around the strap, and then she slammed back in, the wet sound obscene.

your cry cracked, body clenching so hard your arms buckled. paige didn’t let you fall; she hauled you back by the hips, one hand on your throat, the other rubbing your spit-slick clit in furious circles.

“now,” she growled. “come for me now.”

the order snapped something loose. you shattered—loud and shaking, walls fluttering around the strap while your vision whited out. paige fucked you through every pulse, every aftershock, her own breath ragged behind you.

across the room, nika finally curled two fingers into azzi while sucking her clit, tongue flicking wet and fast. the added fullness shoved azzi right over the edge; her moan went high and helpless, thighs locking around nika’s head as she came, slick gushing over nika’s fingers and chin. nika kept licking, drinking everything azzi gave her, only slowing when azzi’s legs began to tremble too hard to stay open.

silence fell in the thick, sticky aftermath—just the pant of breaths, the hum of still-recording phones, and the faint buzz of everyone’s spent bodies.

paige eased the strap out of you, a satisfied little hum leaving her throat as she watched the mix of spit and slick drip down your thighs. she stroked your back, soothing, before smacking your ass one last playful time.

paige was still sprawled beside you, harness slack against her hips, a satisfied grin on her face—but nika’s eyes caught the faintest twitch of need at the corner of paige’s mouth.

“yeah, you looked real smug directing us,” nika said, voice low as she crawled across the carpet. “but i think the star deserves her own scene.”

paige opened one eye, arched a brow. “oh, i’m the star now?”

“absolutely,” azzi murmured, settling back into the couch to watch, palm idly stroking your thigh as you leaned into her. “front-row seats, baby.”

nika reached paige, fingertips trailing up the inside of her thigh to the base of the strap. “let me take this off?” she asked, already unbuckling the harness.

paige lifted her hips so nika could slide it away. the second it clattered aside, nika pressed a lingering kiss to paige’s lower belly, then another, slower, right between her hip bones. paige’s breath hitched.

“she gets gentle?” you whispered, amused.

“shh,” paige shot back, but the corners of her lips curved.

nika smirked, nudging paige’s thighs farther apart, kissing her way down until she could breathe in the mix of heat and slick still clinging to paige’s skin. she paused, let a warm ribbon of spit drip from her tongue onto paige’s clit, watching it slide before sealing her mouth around it.

paige’s head tipped back, a broken sound escaping her chest. “fuck, nika—”

nika hummed, the vibration sinking deep. she flattened her tongue, licked slow, languid strokes—teasing. each time she pulled back, she spat again, letting it mingle with paige’s slick until everything was shiny, messy, perfect. then she sucked hard, and paige’s hips jerked.

“don’t let her edge me,” paige gasped, eyes flickering to you and azzi like she needed backup.

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you breathed, but nika only chuckled wickedly and slipped two fingers inside paige—smooth, sure, curling immediately.

paige’s moan was ragged. she tried to brace on her elbows, but pleasure ripped through her and she collapsed back, legs shaking. nika set a steady rhythm—fingers stroking deep, mouth and tongue relentless on her clit. spit glistened at every pass, wet sounds echoing with each thrust.

“look at her,” azzi whispered against your ear, fingers sliding higher between your legs again, lazy but purposeful. “she’s trying so hard not to scream.”

paige heard it—her cheeks flushed—but she couldn’t bite down the next cry when nika crooked her fingers, hitting perfect. her back arched, muscles tight, every exhale a trembling plea.

nika drew back just enough to speak, breath hot. “come on, p. let it go for me.”

paige’s hand flew to nika’s hair. “don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.

nika didn’t. she pressed in harder, sucked once more—sharp, precise—and paige shattered. her cry filled the room, high and unfiltered, thighs clamping around nika’s head as she pulsed around those deft fingers. nika eased the thrusts but didn’t pull away until the last tremor faded.

when she finally surfaced, her chin glistened. she kissed the inside of paige’s thigh, slow and reverent, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied. paige lay boneless, chest heaving, a dazed smile spreading as she stared at the ceiling.

“that… was worth the wait,” paige breathed.

nika grinned, crawling up to press a soft kiss to paige’s lips—letting her taste herself. “director’s cut,” she whispered, pulling back. “no edits.”

azzi laughed softly, squeezing your knee. “best production i’ve ever worked on.”

phones were still rolling, red dots blinking as proof. the four of you lay there in loose, tangled exhaustion—slicked, marked, and utterly content—knowing you’d have one hell of a private premiere night to relive every breathless second.

paige was still catching her breath, arm flung over her eyes, while you laid curled against her side. azzi was lazily stroking nika’s thigh now, her other hand holding one of the still-recording phones, just in case someone wanted bonus footage.

“we should totally make a group chat that’s strictly just about this,” nika said casually, voice hoarse but smug.

“about what? sex?” paige asked, cracking an eye open.

“no,” nika said, grinning. “this. the tapes. we gotta name the files, keep ’em organized. share notes, drop edits. maybe even assign thumbnails.”

“girl,” you wheezed. “you tryna build a production studio?”

“a private one,” nika shrugged. “for the girls, by the girls.”

azzi laughed, nudging nika with her knee. “you tryna get a logo too? t-shirts? limited merch?”

“if the footage looks as good as it felt? yes.”

“i’m in,” paige muttered. “but only if the group chat name is iconic.”

“okay,” nika said, sitting up straighter. “hear me out—The Director’s Cut.”

you and paige said “ooh” in unison while azzi gave an approving nod.

“i’m texting it now,” nika said, grabbing her phone and typing fast. “strictly for dropbox links, reviews, timestamped compliments, and praise only. no crusty memes allowed.”

paige snorted. “add a rule: if your phone dies mid-filming, you gotta host the next shoot.”

you groaned. “ugh, that’s targeted.”

“correct,” nika said. “dead phone = punishment.”

“fine,” you muttered, smirking. “i’ll just make sure i’m the camera girl next time.”

paige turned to you, one brow raised. “only if you’re wearing that pink lace set while you do.”

“deal,” you said, leaning in for a lazy kiss.

nika pressed send. “group chat is live, bitches.”

a few buzzes echoed around the room.

The Director’s Cut was born.

you smiled at the name lighting up your screen, knowing this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

not even close.

[nicromancytarot]

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW? 2.0

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

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I asked my spirit guides what you need to know right this moment, pick a picture to find out what they had to say!

PILE 1

Hello my beautiful pile number 1’s! I am feeling that your reading has a lot to do with the expectations of others around you, and your complicity to do as they tell you without really taking into account what you yourself desire. I’m getting the sense that the people you surround yourself with gain from your labours and success, whatever that may be — but they may not quite realise how this situation affects you. I’m getting the message that you need to begin prioritising yourself when it comes to what YOU want in life, things seem so fruitful to others, but you’re not feeling completed, or whole in what you’re doing.

My guides want me to relay that you may need to take some very nerve-racking leaps in order to get what you want and do as you so please. This may mean that you have to leave comfort behind, possibly even people. Say you’re in a stable job and decide to throw it away to pursue a career in a creative position — it may not be so extreme, but it reads all the same. Whatever this is will shake you up, you may feel out of place when you begin these changes, may even be scared of what could happen next.

I feel you may experience loneliness or lack of financial stability during this era of change, but I promise it will all be worth it. I’m getting the message that your “soil isn’t fertile” and that’s why your “plants” aren’t growing. You could need to relocate perhaps, or just try new things to figure out what helps your growth the best. Always know that you’re in control of your life, if you decide to stay in this energy out of worry of loss, that’s fine, but no one can force you out of this more, it’s your choice that matters the most. So choose wisely. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavours!!

PILE 2

Hello my fabulous pile 2’s! This reading seems so targeted, so this is for anyone that is having some type of competition in the workplace. I’m seeing that you’re spending a whole lot of time focusing and keeping productive when it comes to whatever has transpired here. I will however say that you may be lacking the security that you need right now, this competition or possibly even resentment may be making your energy fairly unstable right now, I’m getting even temperamental.

My guides want you to know that your biggest priority right now is getting back to that stable area in your life, possibly taking a step back from this competition whether it be a person or event — though you do have a high chance of ace’ing whatever it is. You’re being told to take a moment for yourself, think a fun relaxing weekend, treating yourself to something you denied yourself of in the resent weeks or months. I am also getting the feeling that you need to be more careful when it comes to money and financial decisions as a whole — ensure you’re not overspending, especially when it comes to this competition.

Solitude could give you an incredible idea.

I’m also seeing that you’re very focused on making others proud, being able to aid other people in some way, and while you can absolutely look forward to that, please make sure you take care of yourself first and foremost.

Also always remember to work from your head and not your heart, never overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, be smart about how you spend your time. Get those face masks on right this instant!

PILE 3

Hello my wonderful pile number 3’s! Y’all are my obsessive relationship type — if not, this pile is definitely not for you lmao. The people here are looking, searching the scorched desert that is the dating sphere right now. You’re getting out there, going out to places to meet new people, or joining social groups and dating apps hoping you’ll truly meet the person or your dreams. Unfortunately it’s not quite working out, is it? Well I’m here to say that luckily you’re just crying over spilt milk here, and there are definitely a pool ready for you to jump in and test the prospects.

Firstly, and I know it’s hard, but you need to let go of any resentment you have from past relationships, situations, anyone who has disappointed you romantically. Let go of the exes, the people whom had ghosted you and you’d hoped they’d come back — sorry, they’re not 🫤 But alas! I have a better solution to solve each and every one of your little romantic heart problems. Seeking out your soulmate? We shall find them, but first and foremost, you MUST focus on yourself, letting go of everything and every fear you have, then I want you to do the hardest thing ever, and look forward people whom you would normally never interact with — your lover is in that pile somewhere, I swear it.

My cards depict the 8 of cups as dirty dishes in the sink, clean your damn dirty dishes. Out with the old and in with the new, you gotta work to clean up everything you don’t need, and then once your dishes are tidy, you haven’t got to worry about them until the next time they’re messy!

You are doing the best you can do with all romantic prospects, you’re putting in the work, checklist ticked off, you’re not just expecting them to turn up — so don’t worry, they will! Buttt you also need to ensure you know what you 100% want when looking, no “they’re not perfect, they’ll do.” You’re going to have the best of the best if you just keep experimenting and looking around. Good luck!!!

[bitchboytwink]

ok so i live in a small town. like we have one bar kind of small. i actually dont live in that town, I live next to it, but if someone feom around here asks where im from i say that town cuz its where i went to school. if someone not from around here asks where im from i say the town 20 mins over. the closest vintage store r in that town over but they r all very expensive resellers. the closest true thrift stores are 20 mins in the other direction up and over a mountain. until i could drive, i had no way to get literally anywhere because public transportation is barely a thing in the bigger towns, let alone my town of 200 ish. the answer is getting rides with parents or friends. even if its a far drive, you can give the driver a couple bucks for gas or return the favor in some way later and it works out better than uber. plus, going thrifting with friends is something i used to do a lot. you can come up with and do diy together and it really helps. the other place you can go is clothes donation drives and swaps. there are a lot of churches that do them annually and theyre literally ment for ppl who cant afford new clothes. for me for example, a church in town does a clothibg swap. you being some stuff, you take some stuff. easy. if I couldnt drive, it qould be abt a 3 or 4 mile walk into town to get to that church. not ideal in the slightest since i live on a hill, but definitely doable. if i took a bike it would be way easier. obviously, chirches can be uncomfortable for ppl who arent/used to be Christian, but we live in america and a lot of ppl are Christian. churches have the easiest access to parts of your community and most of the events like that they put on are more abt community than evangelizing ppl. obv some churches r different, im just speaking from my experience. the point is, sometimes thrift stores r unaccessible if you cant get a ride, but most places have community events and drives that you can and should participate in.

"but those arent alternative clothes all the ppl in my town are hicks/all the ppl who donate are old ladies/*insert excuse here*

yeah man, its diy, thats the point. do you have a tshirt? put pins on it. jeans? make patches and sew them on. flannels are famously used by punks. flannel and denim are my favorite fabrics to work with and they also happen to be beloved by hicks in my town to. it works out. of youre goth then you want the old lady clothes. if your masc and dont like womens clothes, guess what? diy. there are so many resources online for how to transform clothes and make new things, and ik yall have internet and some kind of device because youre on tumblr and reading this.

"I want alt jewlery, no one here donates any"

I hate most alt jewlery that isnt from small businesses that use good materials like real metal. you know what i where? chains and colars made for dogs. i have a slip chain that was 3 dollars. i have a bracelet that says punks not dead on it. I made it out of the waistband from a pair of pants that i turned into patches and dental floss. YOU HAVE TO BE CREATIVE, THATS THE POINT. i have a neclace that is a chain i bought from lowes.

"none of the clothes fit me" what did i say? diy or die. my crust pants had an issue with the zipper, so i cut a better one off of a different pair of pants that was sacrificed for patches and sewed it on. problem solved. you have to put a little work in. punk isnt bought at the store, it has to be worked for. if you dont know how to diy, go online. if you cant do something, ask for help.

I have so much pride in the clothes i work because ive put months of labor into some of them. i designed my vests and jackets and pants and shorts. i painted my patches and i sewed them on. doing diy isnt just for some moral superiority, its fun to me, and im proud of what i make, even if, and especially if its bad. if you dont like diy, then idk man. punk doesnt have a uniform, but theres a reason punks dress the way they do. its hard to find Band merch for a lot of bands i listen to because a small band that disbanded in the 90s wont have a lot of anything, so i have to make my own. the reason punks Patch clothes to shit is because the, wear them until theyre threadbare and you have to patch them. like its a subculture by and for poor people (at least until it became high fashion, but fuck those ppl, ignore them) alt clothing was made by depressed, poor teenagers who didnt have access to hot topic and temu. they made their shit for cheap, so it really cant be that hard for you to do the same. and if for whatever reason you cant do some vital part of diy, have someone help you. if theres something else youre good at, help thwm with that. build community. use common sense and stop looking for dumbass excuses to by clothes made by kids in factories out of fabric that will disintegrate after a week, cuz you know whats not cost effective? Fast fashion.

Do you think that everyone lives within walking distance of a thrift store

Listen.

I’m willing to bet that if you asked a website full of “punks”, like, say, tumblr, for alternatives to literally just Shein or Temu. Not even Amazon and Walmart. I think they could maybe give you some ideas. But it’s almost as if- and bear with me here- you don’t actually want to put in the effort to find alternatives. Because, I think if you did, you would simply… ask… instead of… thinking that every post is targeting YOU specifically…

So you know what? I AM going to open up the floor to the actual fucking punks on this website:

If you’re punk, and you’re poor, and you don’t have transportation, how do you ethically shop for clothes?

And you know what? I bet you a lot of good people are gonna come up with some good answers. Answers I haven’t even thought about!

Because you know what? Punk is about community. And sometimes community is about asking for resources. Instead of just playing defensive the entire time.

[cheshireliam]

"Me and You, Always" Story Event: Chapter 2

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Emma: Could you close your eyes for a moment? 

Silvio: Ya really think I’d fall for such a classic trap?

(Bet she’s gonna hug me and call it a present… or is it a kiss?)

I could practically see where this was headed, and mentally went on high alert. 

Emma: What do you mean “trap”... please, just trust me. 

Silvio: Put a hand on yer chest and think about it. How many damn times have ya tricked me already? 

Emma: … So is that a no? 

Silvio: …

Silvio: … Tch. 

(Damn it all… I’m playin’ right into this woman’s hands again.) 

Despite being fully aware of what could happen, I let out a resigned sigh and closed my eyes.

Emma: Fufu… alright, here I come. 

(I knew it’d be this kinda thing.) 

I braced myself to remain completely unfazed, regardless what sort of “attack” she launched on me. 

I heard footsteps crunching on the sand as Emma approached— and something light was placed on my lap.

Emma: Alright, you can open your eyes now. 

I opened my eyes and looked down to see a neatly folded handkerchief embroidered with little seashells. 

It was clearly made by Emma herself.

(She always pulls this kinda stuff when I’m bein’ suspicious of her…) 

Silvio: Ya did a good job on this. 

When I took her hand and looked up, her soft lips brushed against my cheek.

The summer heat surged through my body like a tidal wave the second I processed what just happened. 

Silvio: Y-Ya little… ya actually did it. 

Emma: I wasn't planning to be cheeky, but you were being so overly guarded, I couldn't help myself. 

Silvio: I wasn’t guarded.

Emma: Wahh!? 

(I totally let my guard down.) 

Busy flashing me that triumphant grin, Emma barely had time to react before I grabbed her head and messed with her hair. 

But then I remembered I still had the handkerchief in my other hand and eased up so I wouldn't crumple it.

(Almost wrecked the thing.)

Emma seemed to notice the way I softened my grip and her expression grew tender. 

Emma: Do you like it?

Silvio: This? Yeah.

Emma: The kiss was the main gift.

Silvio: … Ya havin’ fun messin’ with me, ain’t ya? 

Emma: Not at all. It’s just… it makes me really happy to know you were thinking about me today too. 

Silvio: Just so ya know, yer face’s bright red too. 

Emma: …! You noticed… 

(This woman’s got me completely off balance… why the hell am I feelin’ all lighthearted too?)

Even though it ticked me off and my brows remained furrowed for a moment… 

The sound of her laughter mixed with the crashing waves loosened my guard a little too much, and before I knew it, a genuine laugh slipped from my lips too. 

…

Emma: Mmm, today’s the perfect day for a picnic!

The heat and humidity of summer was over, and now the gentle autumn breeze made the air refreshingly cool. 

Even as we walked through the forest of red trees preparing themselves for winter, my head was full of question marks. 

Silvio: If it’s a picnic ya want, there’s plenty of better spots in Benitoite for it.

Silvio: Why’d we have to hike through a forest with ground rough enough to trip up half the women in the kingdom…? 

Emma: Because this feels more like a real adventure. 

(Knew it. She’s still high off those damn adventure stories.) 

The most popular adventure story in Benitoite was the Voyages of The Continent’s Biggest Tycoon, a fictional memoir written based on a real person and heavily dramatized by the author. 

There was no doubt Emma had read one of the embellished parts — the one where the tycoon landed on an island and trekked through the wilderness, and she was now trying to recreate that experience. 

(But… is that really all?) 

(Doesn’t feel like the kinda thing she’d go outta her way to keep secret.)

Emma: Oh! Master! 

Silvio: I said I ain’t yer master. What now? 

Emma: I spotted a cave over there.

Silvio: Don’t even thinking ‘bout it. We ain’t geared up for explorin’ caves. 

Emma: I know. But the first rule of setting up camp is to find a spot that shields you from the elements, so…

She turned to face me with a smile brighter than the sunlight spilling through the trees. 

Emma: Just watch. 

…

As soon as we stepped into the cave, Emma started setting up a simple campsite. 

She was surprisingly confident, there was no fumbling or hesitation in her movements. Although there was still a little bit of roughness in her execution, she clearly knew what she was doing. 

(... She’s actually usin’ what she learned from that summer cookout.)

Only the campsite was fully set up, Emma pulled a book out of the bag she had slung over her shoulder.

Emma: I want to try cooking a wild vegetable soup today. 

Silvio: Ya seriously brought a guidebook to mountain greens with ya?

(I was thinkin’ her bag looked heavy…) 

Despite my offers to carry it instead, Emma stubbornly held onto her bag the whole way. 

Turns out it contained more than just that book; it had gloves, shears, all sorts of equipment for gathering wild plants. 

Emma: I’ve been wanting to try it at least once ever since autumn. 

Emma: I did feel bad for asking you to come along, but…

Emma: I figured you’d be mad if I’d gone alone. 

Silvio: Ya ain’t wrong ‘bout that. I’ll give ya credit. 

Emma’s lips curled into a proud smile when I placed a hand on her head.

Silvio: I don’t hate stuff like this, so quit worryin’ ‘bout me. 

Silvio: But… 

(‘Bout time I asked her.)

Just as Emma looked like she was ready to dash out of the cave in search of ingredients, I grabbed her and pulled her toward me— 

[mr-cia-adler]

so I come back from a damn funeral and come onto tumblr in hopes to see some funny posts of the blops crew or some ghoap fan art shit to cheer me up but no I'm introduced to the sight of people arguing

here's my controversial opinion! (coming from a person who skimmed all these argument posts and isnt really THAT knowledgable on certain lore or blops ships so my opinion doesnt count on this. But, you can also see this as a complaint for hate on OCS in general), so heres your reminder that they're not real!

Russell Adler, Bell, Helen Park, Alex Mason, and more, they were designed for a video game! they are not real, they don't deserve a argument on what people can and can't do!

sure, in the story (cold war mostly), there's brainwashing, manipulation, mrd3r, toxicity, plus more and pretty much everyone knows that they are not good things! I haven't seen a single creator defend those problems and romanticise them, but that's not the problem.

what the actual problem is how the creators here are being treated. be it writers, artists, 3d designers, animators, even people who just like showing off their OCS, they do NOT deserve to have their work shit on. And i'll repeat;

They do NOT deserve it. They've worked hard to fledge out their characters, became accounted with what's right and wrong, and my personal fave, is that they don't give a shit who they ship or make! If you go out of your way to proclaim your hatred, then shame on you.

I follow quite a few amazing blogs who have planned out and fledged ocs and none of them would need any bitch ass comments from a person who thinks they know better than others just because they have different opinions and views.

There's just so many people who makes work of their ocs and adbell ships. They make Adbell content and quite frankly, good on them for doing so! They dont give a shit who they make, they do it because its fun, it allows them to show their creativity and cause a welcoming and creative space in this community

I want people to draw Adler in twink clothes and make fun of him! Send Mason and Woods to pride events and them being happy! make ships and fanfics and smut and fanart and OCS! If you want to ship Adbell, then ship Adbell! Why do you need to listen to some negative opinions when it's YOUR OC, YOUR decision, YOUR liking?

If you keep in mind the toxic negativity (we all know the plot of cold war and what Adler helped do to Bell, plus Bell's intentions before they were brainwashed, and just their relationship in general) and romanticise the wrong doings, then sure, people will look down on that ship because of it.

And I'm not saying Adler is a saint, we know what he's done, what he's like, but he's not a complete fucking monster. He's done bad things, yes, he does those things for the greator good, but he cares to a degree-See it with Woods in Black Ops 6, their interactions, hell Sims too-and isn't devoid of all human emotions. Y'all need to stop the Adler hate.

But please, PLEASE, note that they are not real, this is a fictional game with made up characters! there are also things called AU's! If people want to make an AU which changes the plot to a degree or Adbell's relationship or whatever, then do that! I just don't understand why people are getting riled up over it.

As I saw someone else say: 'don't like, don't read'. You don't like the Adbell ship? Then move on and don't take time out of your day to slag off, hurt, mock the creators for doing something they like and are passionate about.

Maybe I've got this wrong, maybe I've missed the point of the whole argument, but this is my opinion on people slagging the Adbell ship and what people do. And just my opinion on hate on OCS in general. If I'm wrong, if you disagree with what I said and have comments on it, or I missed something, tell me

And that 'Dadler bullshit' comment? (Image^)

(You do realise that Adler is actually a dad, and we don't know what he was like when he was with his wife and kid, so people are allowed to fill in the blanks! Saying Dadler is bullshit is pretty much shitting on canon, so)

also treyarch-yes, TREYARCH-literally made a Adler skin called DADLER, sooo hate all you want, dadler is actually canon

So in the return of the negative comments and how my week is currently terrible and these arguments are not helping-plus how they are judging Dadler, I'm going to rub it in people's faces and show off MY Adlers!daughter oc :)

[megalomari]

Lokius Week 2025 - Extras

Not an official prompt, but I had a bunch of unused and unfinished drawings that didn't make it to an official post, so here's an entire compilation!

The Lokius Week has ended, but it was such a fun experience!! Trying out new things while drawing, seeing everyone's works and creativity, I can't thank you all enough as a community! 💚🧡

(I owe all the writers an apology, because I've always been a lurker, but I promise I will do an effort to comment more in the future!!)

Anyways, this gets a bit long, bear in mind that the quality varies but you can get a glimpse on how things look before I clean them up (sorry if my writing is bad orz)

Also. some are super self indulgent... Whatever. I'm cringe but I'm free!

This was the first concept for Day 1, originally i was gonna draw most of the Lokis from the Void LOL but i got lazy...

Not done for the Lokius Week but I already had a sketch for a Reunion! I thought about using it...

Unused for Day 7, I wanted to draw some AU's but... IDK. I didn't like them that much :T the mermaid one was re-worked from an old doodle as well!

Silly doodles of Lokius family AU?? or something LOL as always, a meme was the inspiration... ⚠️ (cw: pregnancy, but nothing graphic)

Finally, I had something for the prompt "Control your little pet, Mobius" but I lost the drive to finish it properly </3

⚠️⚠️⚠️CW: Exp|icit! Lokius + Brad

Also, this is so they get information out of Brad (he's already captured) buuuut he's very much into it, but y'know. Might not be someone's cup of tea!

Mobius, even in these circumstances, has only eyes for Loki <3

If you got this far, thank you for your time and attention! 💚🧡

@lokiusweek

[riverstoddtbh]

Alright so after bein educated on the whole aubreylikessmith situation...I wanna give my pov

First of all sexualizing a minor is NOT and never will be ok. "Oh but her lore-" that's not an excuse. If that oc was an adult then wtv but no it's a child... Drawing your minor oc naked and wearing inappropriate clothing should NOT be normalized.

Second off the n*zi stuff. I know Gary did dress up as one but that doesn't mean you can make a clique of an atrocity like that. Being all "yes girl slay" is disgusting to me and foul. It shouldn't be praised at all and I sincerely hope no one was.

Third off the Gary x Azia stuff. Oc x Canon is fine when it's not being abusive or sexualized. The animation of Gary abusing her was not it... And then her "G" scar or wtv yeah no. Gary is a freaked up character for sure but putting him in an abusive relationship with your oc is a bit far.

Ocs can be SO MUCH FUN and help with creativity. Attempting to normalize gross stuff and praising it isn't what it was made for. If someone gives their opinion on your oc your not always gonna agree with it. That's no excuse to call them "fat" or a slur just because they don't like it. And I'm gonna be a bit vague...if your QUESTIONING whether or not to reveal this info of your oc don't reveal it at all!!! Just keep it to yourself yk?

I think it's nice to see the bully community come together for this. I think we should pray for this person that they come to their senses and for any younger bully fans that may have been exposed to that. We don't want them getting the wrong idea. And thank you to those who called that person out as well. It's not smth to brush over someone has to say something.

Okay love y'all byeeeee💖

[champion-city-intern]

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Silly Radar Backstory

Radar lived in a village situated between Champion City and Beacontown, though it was slightly closer to the former.

His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Falls, were far from ideal. They imposed strict rules on every aspect of his life—what he could do, what he could wear. But it wasn’t just them; the entire village was harsh toward anyone who deviated from their rigid expectations. His parents were more emotionally abusive than physically so—not the worst, but certainly not loving. As a result, Radar struggled to make friends. Most saw him as... odd.

When he turned 18, his parents kicked him out, leaving him to figure out his future on his own. For the first time, he was free to make his own choices. With his bags packed and determination set, he left the village in search of a better home.

That’s how he found himself in Champion City.

It took some time to adjust, but eventually, he settled into the structured, pristine environment. His next priority was finding a job—something that proved challenging until Stella offered him a position on her Inventory Management Team. In her own words, “To help you settle down a bit more, you know?” Radar was thrilled and accepted the opportunity without hesitation.

Stella quickly took notice of his efficiency and saw potential in him. She considered

making him her assistant—or rather, her intern—but decided to wait a month before finalizing the promotion. When she finally made him her intern, Radar was beyond ecstatic.

Then things took a turn for the worse.

The workload piled up, the stress became overwhelming, and he nearly quit several times. But Stella had a way of pulling him back in with clever manipulation, convincing him to stay. Whenever she sensed he was reaching his breaking point, she would offer small gestures to keep him going—like gifting him his beloved pet bunny, Blinky.

If he ever tried to leave, she would threaten to take Blinky away.

Eventually, Stella assigned Radar to oversee The Mines, and that’s where he met Petra. His nerves skyrocketed—after all, she was a member of the legendary New Order of the Stone. But to his surprise, she was incredibly laid-back, and they quickly bonded. They weren’t exactly best friends, though—they had their own respective closest companions: Jesse for Petra, Blinky for Radar.

Silly Radar HC's

-Aside from having ADHD and autism, he has anxiety, OCD, and low self-esteem.

-Since he's Asian, he speaks both English and Chinese.

-He uses his notebook for notes, sketches, and plans. While the other book is just a regular book that he reads.

-Radar uses a stone axe, pickaxe, and shield. He'll eventually move onto iron whenever he's ready.

-Like he said before, Petra trains him on how to fight. He's been doing pretty well in Petra's eyes.

-His favorite color is green, but is overshadowed because of Stella adoring the color purple.

-His parents weren't really the best. They kicked him out once he turned 18, so he moved into Champion City. This also adds onto why he has low self-esteem, anxiety, and OCD.

-Whenever Radar is thinking, he usually paces back and forth while talking under his breath.

-In this AU, Radar does not have a tattoo because Stella does not allow it. At all. If he could get a tattoo, it would be the Ender Dragon.

-Radar is very emotional.

-He does not have a decent sleep schedule, so sometimes he sleeps during the day and stays up all night.

-He doesn't eat a whole lot, but his comfort food are cookies. Sometimes he ends up binge eating them whenever he's around any cookies.

-He always tries to be as friendly as he can be! Which makes him naive to some degree.

-He absolutely loves Blinky with all his heart. :3

-I feel like he would listen to Hatsune Miku & enjoy Adventure Time.

Silly Relationships [UNLOCKED]

Jesse: Radar actually fears Jesse. Stella took advantage of the fact that Radar never lived in Champion City, so she convinced him both Champion City and Beacontown are rivals.

Petra: Ever since they met at The Mines, they both grew really close to each other. Not best friends, but really close friends that enjoy each other's presence.

Stella: She is like a toxic friend to Radar. She manipulated him, making him always rely on her and making him think she's his "best friend". [It's actually Blinky, but you get the point]

Lluna: He doesn't really interact with Lluna that much. Only when Stella wants him to watch over her or when he lets Blinky and Lluna play together.

Silly Relationships [LOCKED]

Nell: ???

Olivia: ???

Axel: ???

Lukas: ???

Jack: ???

Nurm: ???

Ivor: ???

Xara: ???

Romeo: ???

Silly shipping information

I'm the type of person who likes figuring out different ships that can either be overrated, underrated, or a rare pair. Yes, including the toxic ones... I just don't like ships that are bad and disgusting. I'm talking about ships in general.

My favorite Radar ship is Radell [Radar x Nell].

I usually headcanon Nell as 19-20 years old and then Radar 18-20.

I don't mind other ships for Radar though and I would love to know more Radar ships. <3

Here are the Radar ships I know of: Radell, Radian, Jessadar, and RAMA/PAMdar.

I don't know the ship name for Radar x Aiden. 😭

Silly Extras

Ask me through my inbox if you want to set up a roleplay account based on this AU or if you want to a roleplay through messages. We can also do roleplays through inbox, but messages and a roleplay blog would be way easier.

You're allowed to flirt and compliment Radar if you want! You can also do a little bit of suggestive stuff, but not too much since it makes me uncomfortable. :')

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes, racists, sexists, creepy people, dark humor jokes [I'm sensitive, but there are some jokes I can take], rude people, pedophilia, proships, maps. There's probably more, but I can't think of all of them right now.

(OOC INTRO)

Hello!

I am the creator of this Radar roleplay account. You can call me Purple since that's the name I usually go.

Here is my account: @purplefoxandpinkbear

Here are my other two roleplay accounts: @local-hero-in-residence , @the-framed-one

Here are some simple things you probably should know about me:

Cisgender Female

She/Her

Minor [4/21]

Loves MCSM and FNaF

I really love cute stuff and animals

#1 Radar fan [He genuinely makes me happy when I see him]

#1 Radell shipper

[fiendishfinesse]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰

❝ In my world, in my HOUSE, there is order, and there is decorum. ❞

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This blog is R-rated. I write mature and dark themes from time to time. I do my best to tag potential triggers and upsetting content, but I’m only human, something might slip through. If you’re sensitive to some DDDNE topics, please proceed with care. Mature content is tagged as #tw:nsft — [ infernal indulgences ], if you wish to blacklist it.

I. OC-Friendly & Duplicate-Friendly

I’m very OC-friendly (I love it!). That said, I’m not comfortable with self-inserts or projection characters. If you're playing an OC, I’ll take time to review your bio and find common plot hooks. That might make my replies slower, but it’s so our characters can have a more meaningful interaction. I'm also duplicate/twin friendly. Bring on the devils.

II. Interactions

I don’t mind personal or non-RP blogs (I adore y'all), as long as they don’t interact with RP threads. Liking the post is totally fine. Just don’t reblog my RP threads with others. My headcanons and OOC posts are free to reblog and comment on.

III. Mature Themes

Smutty interactions only happen with mutual interest between muses and if the mun is on board too. No worries, even if Raphael flirts, feel free to shut him down or slap him. I won’t take it personally. In fact, I won’t take anything you do or say to him personally. Go wild, lol. He’s a villain, and I’m fully aware he’s a dick (and being a dick comes with consequences)

IV. Character Portrayal

I stick close to canon but expand where needed. Some liberties may appear to smooth out RP flow or enhance character dynamics. You’ll catch bits of my personal interpretation, especially in headcanons. Raphael is a character we know little about, so I take creative liberties to fill in the blanks where canon is vague or silent.

V. RP Settings

I primarily roleplay in Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dungeons & Dragons settings. My Raphael has verses and AUs. Canon divergences and alternate universes are welcome. I only do crossovers sometimes. If I don’t know your fandom at all, I probably won’t do it. I would rather prefer to at least know a bit about your universe.

VI. Responses & Writing Style

I write in third person, usually 1 to 5 paragraphs, but I can adjust. No pressure to match pace or length. Asks and memes are always open. Feel free to turn them into threads or not if you’d like. I don’t care how you format. Be happy. I write RPs both on the Tumblr and on Discord (ask for my username there!)

VII. Shipping & Smut

I love shipping and smut, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not all this blog is about. I’m open to a variety of dynamics and connections. Platonic. Romantic. Sexual. Chaotic. Let’s discuss and see what works.

VIII. Priorities

I’m here for fun plots and good stories. Some days I’ll gravitate toward short threads or low-effort replies. Other days, I’m in deep and want to explore specific themes. It’s nothing personal . I don’t reply in order. I go where the inspiration hits.

IX. Exclusivity

I don’t typically do exclusives unless we have something really special going on (ooc and ic). If we’re both on the same page, I’m open to discussing exclusivity for shipping. Mains aren’t exclusive unless we’ve specifically agreed on it. Being a main just means we click (both IC and OOC) and I’m more likely to respond to you first, throw asks your way, and annoy you with spontaneous new threads.

X. Experience

I’ve been roleplaying and playing RPGs for years on my native language and platforms, but on Tumblr and in English is a first for me! It’s been a blast so far :)

XI. No Pressure

No pressure to reply quickly. No pressure to match my length. Prioritize your mental health and what makes writing fun for you. Let me know what you need and what works best for you. I’ll always respect your preferences, boundaries, and limits around certain topics. Communication is key.

Extra: Meet the MUN, the mortal behind the devil:

Hi. I’m a 28-year-old Brazilian scribbling devils for fun. Always up for chats, memes, lore dumps, cursed ships, and unhinged questions. Tag me. Drop threads. Reply whenever. I’m just here for a good time. Fun facts: I love villains, theatre, beer, games, animals, and spooky shit. My writing style leans into shitty poetic frills and purple prose (gothic literature brainrot, grew up on it. lol) I work and study, so I’m mostly around at night and a little spotty in presence. In short: Tortured artist, developer, designer, full-time goth trash™. Nice to meet ya 👋🏻

Note 01: MUN ≠ MUSE. Don’t confuse the two. 😉 Note 02: Want my Discord? Just ask! I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.

[grokebaby]

Asking a few of my ocs what their fursona would be

Lassi - "Auhhmmmmm.... Eheh.. Well, uh, let's say dolphin, maybe? I'm already a bird so I guess I'm not allowed to pick that. Would human count? I've already cosplayed as one, ahah" <-his ass would be embarrassed to reply but he's cringe at heart <3

Spider - "The fuck is that? Spider. I'm already one. Something else? (stops to think for a long while) goat. Mean bastard one who bites and has an ugly beard." <-doesn't care but humors the question bc she does have an interest in nonhumanity

Jarmo - "Ah, I do not have a strong opinion on this. Would you like to suggest one? I'm rather curious!" <-has no sense of self, takes it as a bonding interaction

Nan - "Ouuuu.. Maybe a cow.. I dunnoo. I'm an old bird already... Or a field mouse. Who lives in a little wheat house. Just like in the fairytales" <-doesn't fully understand but finds the question endearing

Siru - "Sea monster." <-he'll yeag

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

[my-craft]

Have some little holiday egg snowmen!

[monkee-mobile]

Davy and Micky from today. I honestly haven’t been drawing a lot recently but just decided to try out colored pencils in my new sketchbook and I’ve been having fun

[otomehonyaku]

Diabolik Lovers Grand Edition Tokuten Special Booklet Short Stories ☽ Mukami ver. ☽ The Rainy School Night Mystery

Original title: 雨降る夜の学校の怪 English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the scans (special thanks to @karleksmumskladdkaka!) Sakamaki ver. ☽ Year-End Pandemonium (coming soon)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This short story booklet was part of the limited edition release of Grand Edition! Keep reading below the cut for the second short story, featuring the Mukami brothers. I will translate the Sakamaki one at a later date!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Droplets of rain tapped against the window panes and quickly converged into small streams, drawing curved lines on the glass on their way down. The rain had started the day before yesterday and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Maybe that might have been why, by the time the oppressive humidity began to make everyone feel uneasy…

“Hey, Kitten. I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?”

With a smile bright enough to wipe away any worries caused by the weather, Mukami Kou—the idol with a household name—approached Komori Yui in a friendly manner. His presence caused a stir among the other students around them.

Yui grabbed Kou by the sleeve of his uniform jacket and quietly uttered, “Kou, we’ll stand out if we talk here…”

“Alright!”

Yui was puzzled by Kou’s unusually good mood, but followed him to a spot that would keep them away from prying eyes.

“Kou… Did something happen?”

“I heard a very interesting rumour. I thought I’d ask you about it, too.”

“A rumour?”

“Yes! It’s a little strange for this time of year, but it’s about a ghost story. Apparently, most of the students and teachers are familiar with it. Have you heard about it?”

“No… What’s it about?”

As soon as he realised Yui was completely oblivious, Kou gleefully talked away.. 

“Apparently, when it’s very late on a night of endless rain, when most people have left the school… strange sounds start coming from one of the classrooms.” Kou lowered his voice in an attempt to stoke her fear. “Nobody knows exactly where the sounds are coming from. It could be an empty classroom, the art room… You can hear it from various places depending on the day.”

“And… it couldn’t just be a burglar?”

“That’s what I thought, too, but I haven’t heard anything about things going missing, and even if that were the case, wouldn’t the police have been involved already? There’s also rumours going around about it being the students’ own doing, but apparently there are scratch marks in the rooms where the sound came from. Like, in places higher up than the curtains, so people generally wouldn’t be able to reach that high.”

With the odds of it being a student prank getting smaller by the minute, Yui’s throat grew dry. She swallowed loudly.

There shouldn’t be any sounds coming from an unoccupied room. The first thing that came to Yui’s mind was an unscientific explanation—something she would rather not think about.

“So, you mean… it’s a ghost?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! People are saying it might be a ghost.”

“But couldn’t the sounds be coming from the building itself (1)? I heard that ‘strange sounds’ people hear inside their houses are usually just the rattling of the building.”

 “But that’s so boring, Kitten! Ghosts are way more interesting than rattling houses! Besides, people think it’s a ghost for good reason.”

“W-what reason…?!”

The way Kou purposefully explained it to her with such kindness, patience, and in such detail, made Yui shiver. A broad grin spread across the vampire’s face as he pulled Yui’s body closer while surveying their surroundings as if he was afraid of being caught, and started whispering into her ear.

“Some students have already snuck into the building at night as a test of courage, and apparently they saw dark shadows along with the strange sounds they heard. If it had been only one or two students spreading the rumour, it wouldn’t be a very credible story, but when so many people have had the exact same encounter, it’s difficult to still call it a trick of the mind, right? There’s also some students who claim they saw arms wrapped in bandages emerge from the darkness, at the exact timing that the lightning struck outside.”

“Oh…”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Kitten? You look a bit pale.”

“It’s because of your strange story…”

“Hehe! How cute. It’s going to be alright, Kitten. I’ll be by your side, after all.” Kou met Yui’s frightened eyes and shot her a sweet smile to put her at ease. “I’ll protect you. So… it has been a bit boring with all this rain lately. Shall we do some nightly exploration of the school for ourselves so we can figure out the truth behind the rumours?” 

“What?!”

“Come on, let’s go!”

“W-wait a minute! Where are we going?”

Kou, who would not have taken ‘no’ for an answer either way, grabbed Yui’s hand and hurried pulled her along, down the hall. He swiftly dodged the students who were already starting to head home at this hour.

“W-wait! Slow down…”

“But there’s no time like the present, right? Besides, if we don’t hurry, my fans will only try to pull me aside. Let’s go to the others quickly!”

Kou led her in the direction of a far-away third-year classroom.

When the two of them walked through the door, the other Mukami brothers were already there. Yuma was straddling a chair, Azusa lingered by the window, and Ruki stood leaning with his back against the wall, his arms crossed. 

“Hi, everyone! Sorry to keep you waiting. I brought our little Kitten!”

“You’re late, Kou. I was this close to goin’ home, even though you urged us to stay here ‘n wait.”

The discontent was plain on Yuma’s face. Kou muttered a half-serious apology to him and let go of Yui’s hand.

“Eve… did you run on your way here? You sound… out of breath…” Azusa tilted his head slightly to the side in concern for Yui.

“I’m okay, Azusa. Thank you.”

“Kou… If you need something from us, why gather us on campus?”

“Hehe. That’s because I need you all to be at school for this, ” Kou said, still beating around the bush.

Ruki glared daggers at his brother. Knowing he could not hold it off much longer, Kou decided to explain the situation.

“I was talking with Kitten about this earlier, but I heard an interesting story and I’d like you to know about it too! Have you heard the rumour that a ghost is haunting the school?”

“The one that’s making strange noises at night? I heard my classmates talkin’ ‘bout it.” Yuma clearly just wanted to know what mischief Kou was up to, making the blonde’s shoulders droop in disappointment.

“Oh, so you already know. Word certainly travels fast among the third-years.”

Ruki had a glaring suspicion about Kou’s intentions and decided to drive the point home before his brother could do it himself. “I suppose you weren’t going to ask us to look for the ghost with you, were you?”

“Hehe, bullseye!” Kou smiled broadly.

“Seriously? It’s just a rumour, though,” Yuma replied, sounding exasperated.

“How old are you? Don’t get so excited about this, Kou. Ghosts do not exist.” Ruki was referring to the fact that when someone dies and the moment their body perishes, a peculiar thing called the ‘soul’ perishes along with it. Ghosts were merely ridiculous fantasies; illusions invented by humans. Only ignorant children would be afraid of them… right?

However, Kou had already expected this reaction from Ruki and did not back down.

“Heh… I don’t think it’s good to decide that ghosts aren’t real without confirming anything ourselves. Right, Kitten?”

“Huh…? M-me?”

“Do you really believe this nonsense?” When Ruki turned to her, Yui instinctively straightened her spine.

“Not necessarily, but… It sounds a little scary, I think, but whether they’re actually real is another thing…”

“Kou, do you… really think the ghost… will appear? It might have just been… a trick of the mind, you know?”

“Of course I don’t believe the ghost actually exists.I don’t sense any other supernatural presences around here either, besides ourselves and the Sakamakis. Doesn’t that make you all the more interested in the hype around this ghost story?”

Ruki’s curiosity was piqued, if only a little, at Kou’s words. “Hm… You do have a point.”

It was easy to dismiss urban legends like this right away, but if there was a reality to this particular ghost story, that would change things.

“And what if people besides us are purposefully stirring up a ruckus at the academy? We can’t let that slide, right? So, I want to expose the truth behind these rumours! It won’t be fun if it’s just the four of us, though, so that’s why I brought Kitten with me.”

“I-I’m not going! Walking around the empty building at night sounds scary enough already, let alone when an actual ghost shows up…”

If the Mukami brothers could barely even make sense of the situation, didn’t that mean there was an actual chance a ghost was haunting the premises? When Yui thought of it like that, a chill ran down her spine.

“Heh, sounds fun!” Yuma put a hand on the back of the chair he’d been straddling and stood up with great vigour. “If she’s coming, I’m in, too!”

Yui was taken aback by his enthusiasm. “Yuma?!”

“I knew you’d come around, Yuma! Hey, Ruki. Please join us!”

“Alright. I do not care for ghosts, but I agree that we have to find out who’s causing all this trouble.”

“Right? Azusa, you’re coming too, aren’t you…? Azusa? Hello—?

“...”

Even as Kou’s eyes intently watched Azusa’s puzzled expression, the younger brother still didn’t answer. He raised a hand to his mouth as if in deep thought. Thinking it strange, Yui instinctively called out.

“Azusa?”

“Huh? Ah, I’m sorry… If you’re all going… then I will join you.”

“Great, that settles it! Let’s wait here for a bit until the school empties out.”

“H-hold on a second… Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Your opinion does not matter. Were you thinking of going home all by yourself, then?” Ruki said.

“Oh…” Met with four stares that left little room for protest, Yui reluctantly went along with their plans.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Several hours passed.

By the time all lights in the academy had been turned off and the emergency exit signs were the only source of light in the halls, the five began their search. The building had fallen completely silent. Only their footsteps and the distant sound of the rain outside could be heard.

Kou pulled Yui along by her hand and walked slightly ahead of the others.

“Hey, Kou… I don’t like going first.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll be even scarier if something appears…”

“It’s okay, really! You can lag behind if you want, but something might creep up behind you.”

“L-like what?”

“Who knows? But I’m right in front of you and Ruki and the others are right behind you. Don’t you think this is the safest position for you to be in?

Though Kou encouraged Yui to move to whatever position she wanted, she felt unable to do so. She decided to quietly follow behind Kou. They had been walking around the school for a little while now, but had not noticed anything out of the ordinary yet. 

Fed up with their aimlessly walking around, Yuma began to complain. “Hey, Kou. Nothing’s happened so far.”

“You’re too impatient, Yuma. We haven’t even been walking around for that long.”

“I feel no other presences nearby, nor have I heard that particular ‘sound’ you were talking about. Do you think it’s wary of us?” Ruki whispered, frowning as he surveyed his surroundings.

“Hey… If this really is a ghost’s doing, what do we even do? It probably won’t worship us or anything…”

Ignoring Yui’s worries completely, Yuma clutched his stomach and could not keep from bursting into laughter. “Pff, haha! You dummy. Why’d it worship us?”

“Because—isn’t that what they say about ghosts? That they worship people?

“Then they’d only worship you.”

“What…?”

“They only worship people, right?”

Yui tilted her head to the side, not quite understanding what Yuma was saying right away, but Ruki filled her in.

“Because we are vampires, after all. Besides, I don’t understand why you would be afraid of something as abstract as ghosts.”

“But… You never know! They might worship vampires too!”

While Yui desperately clung to her theory, Azusa and Kou decided to rub salt in the wound. 

“I think… we’re stronger than ghosts, though...”

“I know, right? I think they’d be repulsed rather than worship us.”

“Ah…” With nobody agreeing with her, Yui felt her position becoming more and more vulnerable. On top of being forced into this situation, she was the only one who was actually scared. 

Kou watched her intently, an almost reproachful expression on his face. “Oh, this won’t do. Even if you pout at me that way, I’ll just think you’re cute. But hey, I’ll protect you whatever happens, so stay calm, alright?” He winked at her in a way only an experienced idol could.

When Yui thought about it, being surrounded by four vampires—former humans, but still—probably was the safest position for her to be in, oddly enough. There was no way vampires would lose to an intangible ghost.

However, precisely because they were dealing with something intangible made it difficult for Yui to suppress her nerves. She desperately fought to keep the fear from overtaking.

The five walked around for a little while longer, Yui securely in the middle, but nothing happened.

“This is weird… Maybe it really is wary of us, like Ruki said. I wonder if it doesn’t like being ganged up on by a large group of people.”

“How about we split up then?”

“Right! If we go in small groups, the ghost might be more motivated to come out.”

“What…?! I don’t like the idea of splitting up.”

“We’re not asking for your opinion. That said, you would be in trouble if we left you alone, so… Yuma?”

Yuma looked puzzled when Ruki called his name. “Huh? What, Ruki?”

“Keep her company. If one of us goes with her, we’ll be able to swiftly deal with any unforeseen situations.”

“Yeah, true… Alright, Kou. We’re switchin’.”

Kou complied with Yuma’s demand, though the displeasure was clear on his face. The blonde might have rebelled against this change if Yuma had been the one to ask, but Ruki’s orders, on the other hand, were simply to be followed.

“Ah, what a shame. I was looking forward to holding hands with Kitten for a little longer.”

Kou reluctantly let go of Yui’s hand and surrendered his spot to Yuma.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After that, Yui and Yuma split up from the rest of the group and began exploring the school anew.

It’s so quiet when it’s just the two of us walking around… Not feeling brave enough to speak up, Yui kept quiet and followed Yuma. I hope we can meet up with the others soon… If the ghost comes out now, I wonder if we’ll make it to them if we run.

“Hey, Sow… Why’re you shufflin’ behind me the entire time? Go out in front.”

“What?! N-no! I can’t!”

“There ain’t no way in hell that ghost is real, so no need to be such a scaredy-cat. You’re only makin’ yourself look more like an idiot.”

“I-I don’t care if I look like an idiot…! Some things are meant to be feared!”

“Ha! There ya go again… If I wanna leave , I’ll leave!”  As if to get the irritation out of his system, Yuma banged his fist against the wall beside him. 

Yui’s eyes snapped shut for a brief moment, but she did not flinch when she returned Yuma’s gaze, his face suddenly much closer than before.

“But…”

“But what?”

“Don’t you think… if vampires exist, then ghosts might exist too?”

“Hm… Sounds pretty funny comin’ from you, but nah, they don’t exist.” One corner of Yuma’s mouth curved upwards into a mocking grin. He let out a laugh. He seemed pretty convinced that ghosts were not a thing of this world.

CLATTER—!

“...!”

A clattering sound suddenly came from one of the classrooms. It startled Yui, making her tremble. “That wasn’t… in my head, was it?”

A lick of ice-cold fear slid down Yui’s spine. She quickly hid behind Yuma.

“You… Why’re you hiding? You’ve got some guts usin’ me as a shield.”

“B-but…” She could not find the words to speak—she was simply too scared. She crouched in on herself behind Yuma in an effort to hide.

The sound seemed to have come from the empty, unused classroom near them. It was pitch-black. Nobody seemed to be inside.

“I’m gonna go look.”

“What?! W-wait, Yuma!”

Yuma ignored Yui’s pleas and opened the door to the classroom. He thoroughly inspected the room, but still, there was not a soul in sight. As though expecting someone to be hiding, Yuma set foot into the classroom.

“Y-Yuma, don’t! It’s dangerous!”

“Ha! You’re scared shitless, aren’t ya? Just wait here. I’ll only have a quick look inside.”

The only thing coming in from outside was the sound of the rain. Not even a sliver of moonlight fell into the room. The ominous darkness gradually swallowed Yuma’s form whole as he walked farther away.

Oh no… If something comes out at me, I’ll…

Yui’s heart hammered against her ribcage, and just when her eyes inadvertently fluttered closed—she felt something brushing up against her leg. Goosebumps rose on her skin. She couldn’t keep her voice from leaking.

“Eek!”

Yuma rushed back when he heard her cry out, but still found no traces of anything lurking in the shadows close to where Yui was standing, nor in the deserted classroom. 

“Damn, don’t scream like that! I thought somethin’ happened!” 

“B-but… something… touched my leg…”

“What?! What the hell was it?”

In the end, the two never figured out what it could have been. The sky, still clouded with heavy rain, slowly started to become brighter.

“Shit. It’s close to mornin’ already. Hey, Sow? We should get back to Ruki ‘n the others. We’re done for today.”

“For today? You don’t mean…” A heavy sense of dread fell upon Yui, but she did not need to finish her sentence. 

The anxious look on her face made Yuma’s lips curl up into a sadistic smile.

“We’ll be back for round two tomorrow.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next night, Yui was accompanied by Azusa on their rounds through the school hallways. Yui kept a tight grip on Azusa’s left arm and had no intention of letting him go.

“Eve… If you hold on to me like that… it’s a bit difficult to move…”

“Oh! I-I’m sorry, Azusa! I’m still not quite used to this…”

“...”

“Azusa?”

“Ah… What is it…?”

Yui was even more unsettled by Azusa’s restlessness. He’s been lost in thought the entire time, she thought. 

“Hey, Azusa? Is something wrong…? You haven’t seen the… g-ghost, have you?”

“Huh? Oh, no… I haven’t.”

“Ah… That’s a relief.”

“Are you… really that scared? Then… here.”

“Huh…?”

Azusa came to a halt and pulled Yui into a hug with his other arm, gently patting her back as he whispered into her ear. “Eve… I’m here with you. Even if something comes after you… I’ll protect you. But… are you maybe worried… that it’s just me…?”

“No, not at all… Thank you. I think I might be a little less scared now.”

“I’m glad… to make myself useful.” Azusa smiled softly, but then his gaze quickly shifted to the window.

He really is worried about something… I wonder what’s gotten into him…

Once again, the night ended without them coming any closer to finding the source of the strange sound.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Along came the third night of exploring the academy.

Carefully calculating when the building would empty out, the five once again split up and made their rounds. The never-ending rain had abated into a drizzle for a brief moment, but before long, it was pouring once again. The weather showed no signs of letting up.

“It really won’t stop raining. It would be nice to be able to see the moon, though…”

The night sky was covered by heavy rain clouds. Yui had been looking out of the window while she was walking down the hall, but in the meantime, Ruki—who had been right next to her only a moment earlier—had already put several steps in between them. Yui half-ran to catch up to him.

“You seem awfully careless today. Have you already overcome your fear of ghosts?” 

“N-not exactly, but… This is the third day already, so it’s getting a little… Ah!”

Maybe Yui’s attention slipped because she was relieved to walk beside Ruki again, as she suddenly stumbled and nearly fell over. Ruki immediately extended his arms, swiftly catching Yui and keeping her from falling.

“T-thank you…”

“If you let down your guard like that, bad things will happen—like this, for example.”

“Huh…?”

The ominous tone of Ruki’s voice caught Yui’s attention. She tilted her face upwards to look at him.

Ruki looked pointedly somewhere behind her, nodding in the same direction as if to urge her to do the same. Yui’s hands were braced on his upper arms as he held her, and her grip only tightened at the thought of something being at her back.

“I-is something there?” 

Yui was hit by an indescribable wave of anxiety. Her breath involuntarily caught in her throat, but she bolstered her resolve and gingerly looked over her shoulder. 

There was nothing but the long, dark, gloomy hallway stretching out behind her.

“N-nothing’s there, right? Wait, were you… Huh…?”

“You said you’d gotten used to it, right? I figured I’d test you. It seems like you don’t have your fear under control just yet, though.”

“Ah…!”

Yui’s cheeks flushed bright red. Had Ruki really been toying with her, even though he knew she was scared?

“That’s not fair…! You can’t just play with me like that… I’ve gotten a little more used to walking through the dark hallways, but you know I’m scared of ghosts…!”

Yui crouched down on the ground, her face between her knees, both mortified and scared beyond her wits. Any regular male student might have been worried, might have tried to calm her down, but Ruki showed no signs of showing her such kindness.

“Don’t make a fuss. How long are you going to sit like that? If you don’t feel like moving, I’ll leave you here.” Quickly dismissing Yui’s worries, Ruki did not bother to cast her another glance and began walking away.

“Oh… W-wait up!”

Not knowing where to direct her fear and frustration with being ignored, Yui’s head was full of chaos. Still, she would not be able to bear being left alone like this, and so she hurried back to Ruki.

Yui felt herself grow stiff while she walked behind him. Just then, a strange sound reached her ears.

“...Did you hear that?”

“It came from that classroom. Do you want to check it out?”

It was a different sound from the one she had heard with Yuma the day before yesterday. This one clearly sounded like someone was rummaging around… and it kept going.

“Ruki…”

“There’s definitely someone here.”

Ruki opened the door to the classroom with great force.

The moonlight did not quite reach the room because of the heavy rain—it was darker than the hallway had been—and the unoccupied desks and chairs were nothing but eerie silhouettes. 

When Yui’s eyes had gotten used to the darkness, though, she saw someone standing there with her back to her—someone familiar. Recognition struck her.

“Huh… Azusa?” The words just slipped out.

At Yui’s surprised voice, Azusa slowly turned around to face them. He looked just as surprised to see them. “Eve… Ruki…” 

“Azusa? What are you doing here?” Ruki took a step forward and had barely finished speaking…

And then, it happened.

“Found you—!”

Yui looked in the direction of the voice reverberating through the hallway, she spotted Kou running towards them. Their eyes met. Kou raised his voice as if he’d known all along how this would end.

“Grab it, Kitten!”

“What?!”

Yui followed Kou’s finger pointing ahead. A small, black shadow darted out in front of him. Kou had clearly ordered her to catch it, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it right away. While she stood there hesitating for a moment, the black shadow collided with her chest on its own.

Out of sheer reflex, Yui wrapped her arms around it immediately. It felt heavier than she’d thought, and softer to the touch. The unexpected sensation almost made her drop it, but she regained her posture and held it tightly.

“Nice catch, Kitten!”

Kou was out of breath, having run at full speed, as he pointed at the black lump in Yui’s arms. “That’s… the cause… of the ghost story… the source of the sounds… is that cat.”

Yui suddenly realised she was holding a black cat. Its tail pointed upwards, the fur fluffed up as it eyed Kou suspiciously. In an effort to calm down the evidently upset cat, she gently stroked its back. “It’s okay… Don’t be scared…”

“Wow… Have you seen the way it’s staring at me?” Kou breathed. 

“Isn’t that because you were chasing it?”

“I had to! Of course it’s going to run if someone tries to catch it.”

“Hey, hey! What’s with all the—what the fuck! What’s that black thing?”

Yuma burst into the room after having heard the commotion. Yui had only just managed to calm down the cat a little, but in response to Yuma’s voice, the black cat’s tail fluffed up again.

“Whoa, that’s a pretty rough-lookin’ cat… But wait, what’s a cat doing on campus?”

A nod from Ruki confirmed his brother’s unspoken suspicions. “If this cat is the cause of the ghost story going around, I wonder how it managed to sneak into the academy and cause such an upheaval.”

If the cat had snuck in while the students and teachers were on campus, it could not have gone unnoticed. The fact that nobody was aware of a cat on campus must mean that it had snuck in sometime late at night, when the school was already empty.

However, that still begged the question how it came in. The campus was built in such a way that it seemed unlikely for the cat to have come inside easily. If that was the case, maybe someone had purposefully lured the cat inside and hidden it from everyone…

How did this little one even get here…? Yui was at a loss as she stared at the black ball of fur in her arms, but the only response she got from it was a loud meow.

Azusa, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly joined the conversation. “I’m sorry… Actually, this cat… is here because I was… looking after it…” He apologetically raised his right hand.

“Huh? Azusa, you’ve been taking care of this cat…?”

“Yeah… I’ll talk you through what happened…” Azusa began explaining the origins of the ghost story and how the cat had infiltrated the school. “About a month ago… I found this cat in the school courtyard, but…”

Azusa’s story went something like this: one day, he had found a weakened black kitten. He had given it something to eat and soon began to look after it. Even after it had mostly recovered, the heavy rain continued to fall, and Azusa had felt the need to keep checking in on it out of sheer worry. 

As he suspected, the cat had fallen ill again after a while. Azusa had pitied the little black cat and made sure to gently stroke it and talk to it. Eventually, he brought it to this classroom so he could take better care of it.

“Oh, Azusa, you’re too kind,” Kou said, carefully approaching the cat so as to not startle it, and petted it. The cat seemed to have gotten a little more used to him. It was more docile now, allowing Kou’s gentle touch.

“That’s not… true… In the end, I only… ended up scaring the cat…”

“What do you mean?”

“When the cat became healthier… I got a little careless… After it escaped from this classroom where I’d been taking care of it… I lost track of where it went…”

“So that means this cat roamed the school at night, and the kids mistook the sounds it made for a ghost… and that led to the ghost story?”

Azusa nodded in response to Yuma’s question. “I think those sounds… must have been the cat running away or playing around… and when I couldn’t find it for a while… it must have been hiding somewhere… because it was scared…”

“Yeah, that’s fair… It’s pretty scary to be chased around, after all.”

Kou nodded exaggeratedly, but the brothers’ reactions were pretty mild overall, as though these kinds of things happened on the regular. Yui thought it strange, but tried to gloss over it by shooting Azusa one more question.

“The students were talking about an ‘arm wrapped in bandages’ poking out from the darkness… So that was…”

“Yeah… They must have seen… me. As soon as I heard the rumours about the ghost… and knowing about the cat, it just clicked… so, lately… I’ve been looking for it by myself…”

“Ha… so that’s it. That ghost story was brought to life just ‘cause of Azusa and this black cat.”

“Good grief… You certainly caused trouble.”

With all questions answered, Yuma and Ruki looked even more exasperated than before.

“Azusa… Of all places to take care of a cat, you should not have done it at school. If you’d just taken it home, it wouldn’t have caused such a stir.” (2)

“I thought it might… bother you…”

“Well, that’s Azusa for you. But this wouldn’t have inconvenienced us at all! We’re brothers, right?” Kou said light-heartedly in an effort to cheer up Azusa, whose eyes were downcast.

“Of course. Don’t be so reserved, Azusa.”

Touched by the kindness of his brothers, Azusa smiled cheerily. “Yeah… Thank you, all of you…”

“So, uh… What do we do with the cat?” When Yui handed the cat over to Azusa, it began loudly purring in his arms.

“How about we bring it home with us?”

“I don’t mind either.”

The cat could suffer a grim fate if we leave it here like this and someone else finds it… What if it becomes weak again? What if it dies?

“Ruki… Would it be alright if we took it home?”

Everyone’s eyes naturally shifted to Ruki.

“We can’t decide that so easily. If the cat belongs to someone who lives somewhere around the campus, shouldn’t we return it to its home? Don’t they say that dogs tend to be attached to their masters, and cats are attached to their homes?”

Ruki had a point, but Kou was not yet convinced, especially seeing how Azusa felt for the cat he’d been taking care of for so long. “But look how attached it is to Azusa…”

“Thank you, Kou… I’m alright… The cat’s happiness is… the most important, after all…”

“Well, if Azusa’s fine with it, then I’m fine with it… Ah, I’m so tired from chasing the cat. Hey, Kitten. Can I lay my head in your lap (3) when we get home?”

“What?!”

The subject of the conversation shifted from the cat to something else so quickly that it almost gave Yui whiplash. 

When Yuma joined in as well, it became even more confusing. “Hey, Kou. You’re not the only one who’s tired! You don’t get to keep all the fun for yourself.”

“But I worked really hard, you know? Don’t you think I deserve to ask for a small reward?”

“I don’t. I ran pretty damn hard myself! Hell, I was the only one who actually ran.”

“What? How do you know? I definitely ran the hardest!”

“Nah, I did!”

“I’m telling you, I did!”

Kou and Yuma’s bickering escalated quickly, neither of them realising their fight was getting farther and farther away from the issue at hand.

“Christ, this is not worth fighting over.”

“But… it’s kind of fun, isn’t it?”

Ruki averted his eyes, clearly fed up with his brothers’ antics, while Azusa warmly watched over the two.

It would be nice if they forgot about the laying–his-head-in-my-lap thing, too… Yui thought. When her gaze flicked to the window, she noticed that the rain that had plagued the city, pouring incessantly for days on end, had let up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A little while later, the black cat left the campus, and the ghost story that had haunted the academy quickly receded into the students’ and teachers’ memories.

THE END

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

家鳴（やな）り：Lit. the ‘rattling of a house,’ meaning things like creaking windows, the air vents, the sounds you sometimes hear when the walls or window panes expand due to moisture or heat, things like that.

Not a translation note but Ruki, sir, with your history of ‘taking care’ of cats, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…

膝枕（ひ��まくら）: Lit. ‘knee/lap pillow,’ meaning to use someone’s lap as a pillow, laying your head in someone’s lap.

[tiptoethewordsgo]

hello gravity falls tumblr, someone write a fanfic where the pines family have to break bill out of rehab to help defeat a greater evil and my life is yours

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"