#WOW i went overboard

[cloudcountry]

HI AUBURN!!!!!! dunno if we’re close enough moots for me to req this but could I mayhaps enter in Ashi for your 1.8k event?? 😳 (WHICH LIKE. GRATS BTW!!!! THATS CRAYCRAY POP OFF)

🤔 there’s this certain rewrite w her concerning Ghost Marriage so I was wondering if I could get a rewrite where

1.) when Ace barges in, he stops the marriage between her and Eliza instead of Idia and Eliza (and Ace gets EXTRA pissed)

OR

2.) Ashi and Ace playing around w the ghost ring and a fake one

SOME CONTEXT ABOUT THIS EVENT REWRITE;

—Ashi cross dresses and shoots for Eliza right before the final group enters to try and woo her over (cuz she sees all the guys fail and she’s like “yyyeah. watch me pull this ghost lady better than y’all)

—she succeeds actually!!! she woos Eliza over w her W rizz and allows Idia to escape

—Her and Ace previously fool around w the ghost ring; causing a real and fake to get mixed up

—so guess what. she accidentally uses a fake ring instead of the one actually needed 😔 banishing no more

—NOW ASHI’S TRAPPED AND BOUND TO MARRY ELIZA!!!!!! (and Ace is left to blame)

ALSO JUST TO CLARIFY!!!!!! <333 I’d like it to be like....... besties but mutual pining yk 🙏 cuz they’re just besties so far at this stage (Ace is in denial)

NO SWEAT IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BTW!!!! I APPRECIATE IT NONETHELESS <3 gratsgrats again!!!

AAAAA dont worry ashi!!! your oc page is very detailed so i think i can write her right!! at least i hope so ^^" THANK YOU THANK OYU <3333 AAAAA!!!!!!!

thast literally so goofy i love ALL of this LMAO (mutual pining...rubbing my hands together evilly I GOTCHA!!!)

i read that thing about him calling you cherrypie and i think thats the cutest thing :(((( but he calls you goober here since that was on yuor oc page and i thought taht was funny LMAO

AND SINCE WE WERENT MOOTS WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS AROUND BUT IT WAS RECENT PLEASEE CONSIDER THIS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM ME TO YOU <3 i hope you had fun :D !!!

ASHI, ACE, AND THE MARRAIGE VOWS OF DOOM!!! (1.8k details)

Ashi isn’t sure how Ace acquired it (although it most likely came from a visit with Sam) but the grin on his face melts away her concern and leaves a giddy mischief in its place.

“Doesn’t it look just like that ring the Headmage wants to use to send that bride back to her realm?” Ace laughs, twirling it around the tip of his finger, “Can you imagine what would happen if someone were to switch out the rings?”

“Ace, c’mon!” Ashi shakes her head, giggling along with him.

His grin turns wicked, and before Ashi knows it he’s snatched the real ring right out of her pocket. She shrieks for him to give it back, hurling vicious insults such as “meanie” and “stupid,” but Ace doesn’t relent.

“Where is the real ring? I bet you’ll never guess.” he smirks, holding out his closed hands.

His eyebrows are doing that irritating thing he does when he’s feeling a bit too smug.

“You’re a cheater! I bet it’s in your pocket.” Ashi lunges for him, digging her hand into his pocket as Ace jerks away, trying to get her off.

Sure enough, she pulls out the ring with a triumphant “ah ha!” Ace rolls his eyes and makes a big show of huffing about it, but his eyes linger on her radiant smile as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s not like you play fair either, you goober!” he cackles, jerking his arm out to snatch the ring from her hands.

As their hands collide, both rings go soaring through the air and clatter to the floor. Ashi and Ace look over in the direction they landed, only to come to the sinking revelation that neither of them knew which one was which.

“Can you tell which one’s the fake?” Ashi asks, tilting her head.

Ace removes himself from her to confidently saunter over to the rings, scooping them off the ground and flashing them with a smirk.

“Don’t worry goober, I got it. You almost messed things up there, huh? This is totally the fake one.” Ace mocks, flicking Ashi’s nose when he’s made his way back to her and places the real ring in her hand.

“Oh quiet you!” she pinches his cheek, face heating up at the teasing.

Ace rubs his pink cheek and glares, but the glare holds no malice.

Ashi watches in amusement as Idia is thrown to the side, totally blown off by Eliza. Ashi kneels before the bride, arms outstretched as if to accept her. Eliza squeals, rushing towards her “groom” with stars in her eyes. Ashi takes her hand, gently, and gives Eliza the most affectionate look she can.

“It’s an honor to be wed to you, my lady.” Ashi grins, a dazzling smile that makes Eliza swoon in her arms.

The ring slides onto her finger, and...

Nothing happens.

Ashi looks confused but quickly schools her face. Eliza doesn't notice the way her smile falls, and instead swoops Ashi up into her arms and calls for her attendants.

“Please, escort Mr. Tamadai to the dressing rooms! I await our wedding, my darling!” Eliza giggles behind her hand, waving Ashi goodbye.

Footsteps pound on the stone flooring outside the room and Ashi looks at the door with hope. The door flies open with a loud bang, causing all the ghosts to jump out of their nonexistent skin.

Heh.

“Stop the wedding!” Ace yells, pointing an accusatory finger at Eliza, “You! Bride lady! We gotta talk!”

Eliza scoffs, all warmth in her deposition gone as Ace storms up to her with fire in his eyes. Ashi tries to go to him, but the ghosts are keeping such a harsh grip on her arms that it’s starting to hurt.

“Ace!” she yells, and he whips his head around at the sound of her voice.

He turns back to the bride with a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow.

“Listen here, all of you! You can’t just force someone to marry you! Relationships don’t work like that! Ashi doesn’t want to marry you at all! Aren’t the rest of you ashamed? You’re just enabling your princess into feeling even lonelier as the years go on because you’re not letting her let go! You all sound like useless retainers to me!” Ace yells, “Let go of Ashi right now!  I’m gonna get this ring on your finger and send you off once and for all!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! Mr. Tamadai was quite sweet in his courting! He even answered all my questions correctly! He's perfect!” Eliza insists, voice breaking as she speaks.

“Uh, news flash princess!” Ace snaps, “You shouldn’t be picking your prince based on a few questions. How about picking someone you can laugh and cry with? Someone you can share everything with?”

He looks over at Ashi and pauses.

“Someone that makes you feel like you can be something. Even if you know you’re a stupid troublemaker.” he says, voice softer for just a moment before he turns back to the princess, “Have your retainers taught you nothing? It’s embarrassing that I have to spell this out for you, seriously!”

Ashi squirms in the ghost's hold, her cheery smile fading into a frustrated grimace. The rare sight makes Ace’s breath hitch, and his anger only gets more intense.

“Don’t listen to him, princess!” Puffy yells, taking his place next to Eliza, “How dare you say such things! I would fight the world to make sure the princess is happy, you—!”

Ashi gnaws at her lower lip before slipping one of Ace’s stupid cards out of her pocket. Sliding it between her two fingers just like he taught her, she flicks it at Eliza.

The card reaches its mark.

The ghosts restraining her rush to their princess as she yelps out in pain and Ashi beams. It's funny how Ace’s tricks were useful in situations like this, even though all he ever used them for was to target Riddle.

“Princess!” she yells, running towards her, “Wait!”

Eliza shakes off her hovering attendants to gaze upon her groom, a sour pout on her face.

“Listening, I’m not actually a guy. I was dressing the part because my and my homies were trying to save Idia over there.” she points to the boy in question, watching as he shrivels up again at the attention, “But I think you should totally marry Puffy! He seems to really care about ya! And just like Acey said, you’re supposed to find someone you can laugh and cry with right? He was about to fight this whole room for you!”

Eliza stops as if considering what Ashi just said. Ace’s hand circles her wrist, as if ready to run and find cover if the ghosts actually do attack. His subtle concern warms her heart.

“Oh Puffy...I think I’ve finally figured it out.” Eliza turns to her ghostly companion and smiles, eyes full of love, “You’re my prince! My true love!”

“What?!” Ace squawks, but Ashi presses a finger to his lips to shush him.

“Princess...all I’ve ever wanted was to see you smile.” Puffy murmurs, cheeks turning blue, “It’s my dream...my lingering attachment...I just want you to be happy.”

“Oh, Puffy!” Eliza swoons, kissing him without a second thought.

“What just happened?” Ace blinks, absolutely baffled by the display in front of him.

“I dunno, but we should get everyone else out!” Ashi beams as the sound of groans and complaints reach their ears, “It sounds like the curse has been broken!”

As Ashi runs off to help a whining Floyd, Ace puffs up his cheeks and stares.

She looks really pretty in that suit.

[vellichorom]

A MASS SKETCH BATCH COMMISSION FOR @chaos-canvas FT HER CUTE LITTLE NARRATOR DESIGN WITH SOME GAME QUOTES! using his goopy ass as a stim toy as we speak

[skeletap]

What a lovely thing it is to see Spinal Tap's various iterations through your art... It is like he is growing with us! Thank you for sharing even your wips... Very cool. Skeletap for ever

he really has grown as a character over the years for sure. i mean. fucking look at this evolution:

humble beginnings (captions are below each image set)

(summer-fall 2020) original concept as a self insert. shameful. what is this thing. put it back.

(oct 2020) the foundations of lovely mr pointy begin. he was supposed to be a 200x oc i believe, so starseed hasn't been introduced, and this is when he was 3 colors for some reason. spinal tap was also originally from hell, or something. the summoning thing carried over to canon but uh. from coreternia not hell, and you know how the canon one went for mr tap.

(feb 2021) we begin to see the vision appear. spinal tap's still in that weird skin suit of his. and still different colors.

(aug 2021) is where spinal tap's current-ish design comes to fruition. put some clothes on that beast.

(oct 2021) is where we get his most recent (it's been how many years???), and very outdated (it's been HOW MANY YEARS???), reference sheet that still mentions him having poison powers. he does not have poison powers anymore, by the way.

then my brain, probably already exploding with special interest, exploded a ton of amounts for a few months, and finally this started and we got spinal tap as the healer

... and then i stopped having labelled by month folders (graduated college i got a shitty not art job boooooo) and started just having one folder for all my art. but he has kept that outfit since then.

and now... in january 2024, approaching four years since his inception:

he (and skeletor) are getting another update! one that's gonna be, uh, their actual designs. canon designs! yipee!

i havent gotten to their outfits yet though. so excuse their temporary nudity.

but just looking at even spinal tap's original face vs now is uh. wow!

[justm3di0cr3]

Below the surface

Note: this is basically my take on Binnie's back story. A fair warning thou- it contains violence and maybe some graphic stuff. @midnightmah07 @viilpstick

Another bottle rolled across the floor as Binnie could simply dread what was about to happen. Alcohol always made her father aggressive to put it lightly. However, regardless of being drunk or not, it would still end the same.

She flinched when the thrown bottle smashed next to her, barely missing. Small shards clung to her skin, both causing pain and irritability but any signs of showing that would earn her all the more beating so she could only sit there, crying silent tears as her father spat insult after insult. A daily occurance. Each word sharper than the last and all she wanted to do was let the ground swallow her whole. In the background, she could make out the snickering of her older brother and sister while their mother mumbled something, a cigerrate tucked between her fingers. She walked to intervene and Binnie knew it could never be out of love.

"That's enough you know. We have "guests" coming soon so unless you want to tarnish whatever respect you've got left, I suggest you stop for now. "

With a final hit, he left, most likely to get some water to sober up before his patrons came in. It was never really clear what he did but it wasn't legal that bit was obvious. His customers, often rich, were mostly involved in shady businesses. Some could be nice, others rude.

"Now go tidy up, girl. Make sure to cover up every single one of your bruises. "

Another thing was, the customer of today was this lady from the next town. She was young and sweet. She mostly came in to buy some drugs, the kind used for medicine. Binnie assumed it was from desperation given her father's low status. This lady seemed fond of kids so her father always made her cover up her injuries when she visited. To displease a high paying customer was an unspoken crime especially given how poor her family was.

Once she spilled some water on one of the guys that buy stuff from her father. He wasn't even a regular but she had to endure a harsh beating and days without food in a room of her house. The walls were also cemented so it was cold. Her cuts and bruises exposed as she could only sit there, screaming and begging to be let out.

She remembers how it felt when ants would bite her skin, some even on her contusions. A stinging pain leaving her skin infected as it began swelling up, blood leaking through the places that barely healed.

With her legs aching and shaky, she stood up only to be tripped once more by her brother who laughed and left, her sister following in persuit making no effort to stiffle her snickering.

She only sighed. She never understood why they were like this. They had gone through the same treatment but once she was born, she was their escape. Every mistake blamed on her as they would watch from the corner. Maybe it satisfied some twisted urge in them. She looked the most like her father. Maybe this was the only way they could compensate for their anger.

Sliding her fingers through the pad, she touched up her face with some powder. Back before her mom married her dad, she had been from a fairly decent family and owned rather good makeup.

For her body, she simply threw on her dress, the only one she owned. It was long and covered her entirely and it was strictly for special occasions.

Half an hour passed as the knocking sounded. Sure enough, it was the lady.

Her father was good at being a poser. A pleasant smile plastered on his face as he invited her in. She politely walked in, taking a seat to discuss matters with her father.

Half way through, Binnie walked in, a tray of some tea in hand. Quietly she served the drink, entertaining the lady and her small talk as she stood in the corner waiting for their cups.

Feeling the pressure on her arm loosen, she panicked. She tried to excuse herself quickly as she got a glare from her father. But before she could make an excuse, it was too late. The bandages had fallen off as her blood began soaking the sleeve, quickly catching the woman's attention who went over to her in a frenzy.

The more Binnie insisted it was nothing, the more perplexed she became. She was screwed. It didn't matter if the lady suspected the truth or not, her father would kill her for this.

Blood stained the wooden floor, seeping through the holes caused by termites. Binnie stared at her father horrified. With another whiplash targetted on her ribs, she broke down. Her body ached, as she coughed up what seemed to be a moisture of saliva and blood. Her body trembled as her sobs sounded louder displeasing her father. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and shoved her to the side.

"SHUT IT YOU LITTLE BRAT! "

Forced to choke down her sobs, her cries died down to hiccups as she watched his father leave the home. Her mother simply huffed, kicking her aside with her leg.

She layed there hugging her body, the torment too much to bear. Everything else tuned out as she lay there questioning her life.

"I'm tired of that wretched kid... Nothing but trouble that one. "

"Why not sell her then? Even a useless child like her could fetch us a good dime"

Her parents were currently in bed, preparing for sleep. They were unaware, that someone as eavesdropping.

Binnie simply cluchted her night gown as she listened. While she didn't want to be with her family, the buyer could be worse. And with the people she had seen, they most likely wouldn't only use her as a slave. Not in her society.

So with the few things she owned, she packed a small bag and got ready for her leave.

Creeping through the halls she made it to the door, silently shutting it behind her.

A sense of relief washed over her and she began moving. She had no clue where she was going but anywhere was better than here. Finally after 8 years, she was free.

She wasn't sure how long or far she had walked. Her body felt exhausted. Her wounds were still untreated, only patched up with what little skill she had.

Feeling her vision fade the last thing she saw was people rushing over to her. She could make out a panicked look on their face as her vision finally went black.

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

I suddenly wish to post about my genshin oc. The main one at least (looks at the 12 others...) djskfjfk

More under the cut cause this is gonna be long af

But it's as they grow closer to Kabu that they realized they grew attached, regret filling their head when they remembered the events that are supposed to take place. Should they change them? Can they even do that? Well it wouldn't hurt to try.

-

So they are someone who was isekaied into genshin, but during the time of Kabukimono. They essentially showed up on island with only the clothes on their back. Of course they're confused as all heck, barely recognizing their surroundings. It's only when they're found by the people of Tatarasuna and see Niwa and Kabukimono do they realize where they are. And very much as expected they freak out internally, thinking over many options they could choose for how to handle their situation.

They were a fool. It did hurt in the end, for they died alongside Niwa. Their heart placed into the box by the doctor and framed as being killed by Niwa himself. They couldn't save the boy (not puppet, they never considered him one) from his fate.

It's only when they wake up near Narukami Shrine do they realize their situation further. They can die in this world, and be returned to the living. From there they decide to wander, since they had no hope of finding the boy once more. They didn't even know how much time had passed since their death. They traveled through the nation of electro exploring what it was before the events they were familiar with.

So more time passes on, and they eventually find a way onto the mainland. They experience more deaths, but more so from them being clumsy and not experienced with dealing with the monsters of Teyvat. It never bothered them, for they knew death wasn't something to truly be afraid of. What more so bothered them was how embarrassing they were when recounting them.

Many years go by before they received word of the traveler, just arriving in Teyvat. With baited breath they slowly followed their footsteps, awaiting for when they could potentially help. While they had learned their lesson in messing with the fate the Heavily Principles had set, they at least had learn they could help with improving the course to such fate.

By the time they arrived in Sumeru, the final fight against the fatui harbinger, now named Scaramouche, was done. Quick to use this opportunity, they rush to speak with Kusanali. While it took some effort to sneak into her chambers, they were greeted with the sight of the little god tending to the unconscious man.

While talking the outlander had asked of the god to potentially erase any memory of them from the man, explaining the regret they held over not being able to help him.

Kusinali, while understanding, had refused to do so, explaining that if they truly regret it then they should attempt to make up for it in the proper way. Instead of running away. This seems to get through to them, so they agreed. Though they weren't surprised when the man had cried upon seeing them before him, rushing to comfort him. And this is where their companionship began once more, with too many small shenanigans of their bonding and blossoming relationship to list off.

-

That's about as much as I have in my head in terms of story. I mainly prefer to think over their bonding moments. Also yes it is a romantic pairing, just making that clear in case it wasn't.

Honestly I have like several versions of what the confession scene could look like, but also same with so many almost confessions. I just love these two sassing each other and it just turns into this easily readable tension that anyone could fucking see besides for them, or at least the Outlander doesn't see it dhskdjf.

They're so oblivious to Kuni's (what they call him, because they wanted to give some respect to the name he gave himself over the names that was given by others) feelings, they genuinely at first thought he only saw them as either an older sibling figure or a parental figure because of how maternal they were over him during the Kabu days. Meanwhile Kuni is practically this close to screaming in their face he's been in love with them since then, but of course he would refuse to do so because of his own dignity.

[linalilia]

so uh. i tried to redraw the i love you preview mappi and my cat ended up liking it?? so much?? like once i left it on my bed he was like "?? is this for me"

[glitzybunny]

Yo why she kinda remind me of a watermelon

A redraw of an old drawing I did... woah Februrary last year? doesn’t feel like its be that long pfff, anyway if you want to check out the original go here!

I think I’ve improved in a few parts, especially in expressions! But what do you guys think? :>

[redheadlesbianfreak]

Writer ask!!!! Boom 💞🤲🎀🍉

💞 What's the most important part of a story for you?

I think that the most important part for me is the characters, easily the characters! There have been a lot of really cool and interesting concepts and plots for stories that do not work for me... because the characters were either unimportant or uninteresting. I think that the heart of what makes a character truly great is the relationships they have with others. That's such an important thing to emphasize about writing stories. And yeah, you can have a fairly basic or overdone plot that's carried by its characters. However, there are some other factors that should be considered.

I really agree with @mannatea that the plot is important when it comes to longfics. And pacing is another big one when it comes to longfics. When writing longfics, it's a delicate dance between keeping the story moving forward and showcasing those quiet, character-building moments. If you don't have those quiet moments, you run the risk of the characters becoming obsolete and dehumanized. But too many of these moments, and you risk the story becoming completely bogged down in character interactions. And this is a trap I see longfics fall into a lot because it's very difficult to get all of these elements correct, especially if this is a one-man project.

🤲 What do YOU get out of writing?

Writing is rough if I'm being honest, especially because I'm still young and inexperienced. I don't think you hit a point where you can go "this is a piece of cake." The difficulty that comes with writing makes it so much more satisfying to see a story come together and say "hell yeah, I did that!" It's so important for your growth to see a vision through to the end when you carried that idea in your head for months. That's a lot harder than people give writers credit for, and you're allowed to be proud of yourself! I see my fanfiction writing as a tool to get better at writing, while also allowing myself to tell the stories I've always wanted to tell.

🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing.

I've been able to execute some of the "high concepts" that I previously thought were impossible. And when I say "high concepts" I mean the concepts I've written about that have no real-world comparison. This includes cybersex! This is not everyone's cup of tea, but I got passionate about perfecting it. I tend to get in my head and tell myself I'm not good enough to execute my ideas. But when I actually sit down and attempt to do the work, I find that I can put my ideas into words. It's not easy, but you never know if you can do something until you try.

🍉"In what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?"

I don't talk about writing smut a lot on this blog, just because so many people are... weird about people who write smut. But I would like to move past worrying about what other people think. If you aren't forcing it onto others, pressuring others into reading it or making fun of people who don't like it, there's nothing wrong with writing about it. Like anything else in writing, smut/sex is a tool that can be used in a number of ways. It can be used to develop characters, it can be used to reveal things about characters, it can be used for world-building, etc.

And I used to be one of those who thought sex was this gross, inhumane thing. That it was something only straight men enjoyed, that it was used to control and dehumanize women. Fun fact about me: I grew up in a Christian household, I grew up sheltered, and I grew up in the Deep South. I didn't know anything about sex, and I didn't believe that women could *feel* sexual pleasure at all. I thought it was something that was exclusive to men. And when you grow up thinking that sex is like that, it becomes frightening. ((This is why people who aren't ace can experience sexual repulsion and sexual aversion.))

When I got older, I started to realize that I wasn't attracted to men. And then I began to develop a crush on my female friends, and each time came the shame. I felt shame for feeling attracted to women, both sexually and romantically. I felt "perverse" and awful. I felt so guilty about this side of myself. I eventually began dating my girlfriend and I got introduced to a healthy sex life. And I found out how queer people have sex, and it's not just this thing for straight men.

This is when I started writing about my sexuality in the form of short stories. I was compensating for a lack of stories about sexuality and love stories about same-sex/queer couples. I wrote about queer men and women, including ace characters. I wanted to explore all the different types of relationships people could have with sex and sexuality, the confusion that comes with not quite understanding your identity, and the journey one takes to discover their sexual identity. I like to think of this as a coming-of-age story for sexuality.

A few years later, I started reading queer smut on Ao3. I became fascinated with how people explored sexuality and characters through sex, and I wanted to write about this myself. I'd spent my entire life hearing that queer sex was disgusting and perverse. I wanted to explore how it can be loving and beautiful, so I did that. I don't think my relationship with sex and sexuality is perfect. It takes a lot to undo the trauma that comes with a childhood full of beliefs that sex is evil, that it's something that can only be between cishet men and women.

But writing smut has strengthened my relationship with sex and my sexuality. Side note: I'm now going through my gender crisis, or as I like to call it, "my gender coming of age story." Am I non-binary? Am I a trans guy? I'm not quite sure yet because I still need that time to put a label on my gender identity. But I would really like to explore gender identity, trans characters, and non-binary characters in my writing because it can help me (and others). I think that fandom is a safe place to do that since so many people are supportive of trans headcanons and stories.

[celestialmango]

A thought to go with the sea anemone idea for Sun and Moon. But l can't help but imagine a tiny reader mer that was clownfish base or some colorful reef fish that like to hang around anemone. In this case lil mer reader enjoys hanging around Sun and showing him things they find. Moon might be a bit jealous, not that he would admit it. But I bet would like the reader's attention to, maybe.

Moon would most definitely be jealous. Let's say reader is just a colorful reef fish rather than a clownfish because that would make the situation much funnier.

Because Sun would constantly be struggling like "Just a little taste wouldn't hurt would it?" before mentally smacking himself "NO, this is your tiny cute and colorful mer friend. NO EAT!" And reader would have no idea how hard Sun is trying to keep himself from eating them, like he is trying so hard not to grab them and stuff them directly into his mouth.

Moon would not have this problem, his little bit of jealousy would have him going after reader because he wants that attention and he will get it, he has no problem trying to nom reader for it, he doesn't care if he scares the tiny mer, he's supposed to be scary. His jealous is from the fact Sun already has so many damn clown fish while Moon doesn't have any company like that at all. Because of his wanting to be edgy and eat predatory animals no clownfish stay because he won't stay in one place.

If Moon does manage to catch them at one point he won't hesitate to stuff reader in his mouth, he won't hesitate to swallow them but his aim is not to hurt or make a meal out of them. they're only a mouthful, it's pointless to eat them as food. No, he's eating them to steal them.

Moon would be very pleased with himself at readers panicked squirming in his first stomach which is actually ment to keep prey inside for a long time in case he catches to much so he can save it for later.(Sun's anatomy also includes this)

Now if Sun ends up giving into "just a taste" thoughts and stuffs his little friend into his mouth the moment he realizes he has he wouldn't know what to do but keep them trapped in his mouth while he has a bit of an "oh no" meltdown. He's keeping his lips pressed together very tightly while Reader is panicking with their tail brushing against his tongue as they try to open his mouth from the inside which is not helping.

It's making it worse because now he's fighting not to swallow his little friend but they taste so good and he really really wants to. Like reader won't be hurt because he definitely doesn't want to hurt them at all. He didn't want to give in because he's scared they'll swim away and never come back because he scared them, which leads to him not wanting to open his mouth because how is he going to keep them from swimming away while he tries to explain himself?

But he also can't talk while reader is in his mouth so he knows he may have to swallow if he wants to get the chance to explain this situation. It's a very complicated dilemma. Sun's self control is not very good and he has to think of a way to keep reader from running while he tries to tell them why he did that besides swallowing them.

This will lead to Sun keeping them in his mouth for about an hour at which point reader is tired out and Sun gets scared that he may have scared them to death and tentatively part his lips enough he can maneuver on of their smoll arms out and poke their hand with his finger tip to try and get a response.

Which he does, their little hand flexes so Sun, realizing reader is too tired to struggle anymore which means they can't swim away just eases his little mer friend out of his mouth and into his hands so he can(feeling rather embarrassed about this whole thing) actually talk to them about what just happened and beg them to forgive him for scaring them like that also begging that they don't stop coming to see him because he's be very sad and miss them very very much because he likes having them around and seeing how excited they get when they show him a new thing they found.

He'd also explain that if he did end up swallowing them that he of course, wouldn't actually hurt them, so if reader was ever curious enough he could definitely do so and it would definitely be safe. The situation as a whole is awkward in a fun to imagine way.

Meanwhile Moon would spit them up and snatch them before they could run away and just keep ahold of them while he gets actual food because he got hungry. So little reader gets to see him eat something other predators then nom them again after sticking himself to some random stone or something to take a break to digest after his hunt, reader ending back up into his suspiciously empty stomach. He's not going to be able to hide that he was jealous for very long, that 'little fish' he stole is going to end up figuring him out.

[ashkazora]

tell us more abt lucao culture!!!!!! (apart from the change in eye color, how does lance look like when over loaded w/ power? is their an aura around him?)

-Happy :]

OKAY so this originally was lucao culture but it turned into a massive quintessence rant. (Also, stuff about lance is down the bottom!)

Luceans are one of the most quintessally active species, being both holding a fair amount of quintessence and being able to channel it. Alteans were much better in both aspects in general however, in the current state of the universe, Lucaens are one of the only advanced, sentient species to have both abilities and understand the fundamentals of quintessence. Hence, why the Galra empire wished to take them over.

Because of this, Luceans are incredibly proud of their abilities, however outside Alchemists, sports, and professions where quintessal manipulation may be helpful, its use is somewhat limited, especially as technology evolves.

Although, touching on quintessence, the ability to use quintessence is based on two things: the depth of the quintessence reservoirs in a species, and their necessary nodes/pores to channel them. (Think, batteries and wires). I imagine quintessence has a metaphysical system similar to the lymphatic system, where there are nodes that store quintessence (almost like pressure points), ducts to conduct it, and additional pores that allow the exit of quintessence from the body or the ability to resonate one's quintessence with something external (which is the cause of external quintessence manipulation).

Natrually, Alteans had the highest in both aspects. Luceans are typically advanced in their quintessence channeling systems, however have only an average reservoir of quintessence. Of course, this varies within population and is kinda like a phenotype.

Humans, on the other hand, have reservoirs comparable (and even exceeding) that of Alteans, but have almost no way to channel it. Galrans have incredibly low of both, while Olkari and Balmerans tend to be higher than average in both. Since the sheer act of summoning a bayard (let alone changing its form, using projectiles on it, connecting with the lions, etc.) requires at least some form of ability to channel, the Lions tend to physically alter the physiology of their paladins so they can do such a thing.

(Side note, this kinda ties into my headcanon that the paladins age much, much slower, and generally don't experience the passage of time as heavily as others because of the Lions.) but YEAH.

OKAY NOW ONTO HOW LANCE LOOKS.

Generally, when using his powers the changes tend to be felt rather than seen. In wirip, Lance grows pale/skin gains a blue tint, and I guess you could say he has a very faint glow around him. Patches of ice/frost cover parts of his skin and hair. He looks frostbitten pretty much.

But post-wirip, the paling effect doesn't occur as drastically (this will be explained in the fic), and eventually, stops all together. There tends to be a lot of static electricity around him. Though, this is when he's normal, not overloaded.

OKAY SORRY FOR THE RANT LMAO HOPE THIS HELPS HJGDWGHWHGDJ. I have A Lot(tm) of ideas about quintessence lmao.

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If you don't mind, can you ramble more about the Naga au?

i think i’ve run out of material outside of the fic that i know for certain i’ll keep,,, so.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ know that whatever i say here might not actually be relevant to the au,, dkndkdndk.

so.. techno’s been captured by a circus group, planned to be used in one of their shows, eventually — once they figure out how to “tame” him.

they keep him in a cage — one that’s way too small for him to be comfortable in, might he add — next to another creature they have yet to “tame.”

it.. looks like a crow, almost.. that is, if crows had more bluish highlights at the end of their feathers. and were humanoid.

probably should have led with the humanoid bit, now that he’s thinking about it.

eventually, they realize that, hey, the other can talk, and begin to have conversations.

the crow was named phil, and was actually not a crow, but instead, something called an avian.

months pass, maybe even close to a year, and.. they’re still stuck here, but they have yet to break. though, the higher-ups were getting impatient. they sunk a lot of money into trying to tame these two exotic animals to be a part of their show, and none of it has worked so far. they’ve tamed dozens of creatures just like them, so why are these two being so difficult?

eventually, one of their handlers(a new one, one they haven’t seen before. nevertheless, techno makes sure they don’t leave without a scratch — or maybe, a bit more than that) makes a mistake after leaving after another failed session.

they left techno’s cage unlocked.

immediately, he takes this chance. he breaks out phil, who, over the months, he’s grown close to; and they set out to leave.

it’s gonna be difficult for techno to get home — he’s got no idea where it is, what direction to start off in, how long it’ll take — but he’s willing to- oh shit wait there’s people in there quick hide.

inside a tent they were just about to pass, they overhear an argument.

it’s.. their recent handler, techno realizes. and they’re trying to quit.

the higher-up is trying to argue against this, but the handler is not having it.

“i didn’t even want this job!” the handler gestures to the air — only wincing a little when his injured arm flairs up in pain. “i just was here to deliver potatoes, nothing else. i’m not even qualified to handle regular animals, let alone- whatever the hell that was! if you’re gonna think i’m gonna sit here and take this, then- you’ve got another thing coming, bozo. i’m done.”

well that was interesting, techno thinks absentmindedly, watching from their hiding place as the guy storms out.

nevertheless, the two continue their escape, and eventually find a pick-up truck, with a tarp on the back covering the trunk. it’s currently running, the owner probably going to go get something quick before taking off, but it’s not like the two can take advantage of it — neither of them can drive. and it wasn’t as if techno could fit in the seat to drive, anyway. nor was phil big enough to press the pedals(he may be big for his species, or so he says, but he’s not that big.)

they decide that the best course of action is to just hop in the back, and get as far away from the circus as possible. it’s not… a perfect plan, but it’s the best they’ve got. it’ll definitely get them farther away than going out on foot(so to speak, at least) before the place realizes they were gone.

and so, they crawl in under the tarp, techno having to maneuver himself carefully in order to fit himself between phil and, what were these, potatoes? once they got themselves situated, all they had to do now was wait.

they didn’t need to wait for long, as soon, they heard the car door slam shut, and then, they were moving.

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RACE MY MIND | tom blyth

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU tom blyth x fem!driver!reader

side note: that's my man right there aaaaahhhhh side note pt2: for story purposes, we're just going to act as if tbosas came out before the end of the 2023 season! side note pt3: went a lil overboard with the interviews oops

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user3 ik her dropping tom in her dump is insane but yk what is also insane? how much cunt she's serving ⤷ user4 someone finally speaking the facts

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user10 he manifested that shit so hard

[27-orange-lily]

drawing request: kuwameshi first kiss or date, and theyre both really shy/embarrassed about it

Okay wow I got struck by a beam of inspiration and went waaaay overboard with this one, hope y'all enjoy (read from R->L)

[alientee]

Alastor x Jessica Rabbit reader part 3

I lied there will be a fourth part 🤣 sorry I’ve been gone for so long. By the way this amazing art was drawn by @klaudia96art it’s based on this story I just had to have me and my demon drawn lol

Alastor and you made it back to the hotel without any more problems, you both headed towards the kitchen the kitchen. “Alright darling I’ll get the ingredients out, I can’t wait to taste your cooking once more.” You set your gift down on the table pulling your hair back. “Well considering I’ve spent so much time with your mom I bet it’ll taste just as good as hers.”

You start to wash your hands and hear something crash to the ground. As you turn around Alastor is looking at you with a thin smile his eyes as wide as they can get. “H-how is my ma….I’m sure she has her doubts that id ever show up in heaven seeing as it’s been so long” You walk towards him bringing your hand up to caress his face. He leans into your touch his eyes looking more gentle than crazed as usual. When it came to his mother Alastor wanted nothing more than to make sure she was happy, her opinion is what mattered most in the world. "She always say’s she just hopes your alright and happy wherever you are. And that she misses you.”

Alastor rest his head into your neck, inhaling your scent. It had been so long since he’s been able to hold you, to feel content again. Usually he hates being touched by others, it feels like a disgusting burn he can’t get rid of. He was never a fan of touch unless he initiated it, unless it was from his mother and you were soon added to the equation. A thought hit him and once again he was tense pulling back looking at you frantically like an actual deer caught in headlights.

“Please don’t tell her why I’m down here. It would break her heart, and I can’t stand the thought of knowing I disappointed her.” You could feel his fingers tighten on your shoulder, any harder and he would break skin. As you tried to calm him down you realized just how much your husband was still there. Yes he was a killer and a cannibal who had no problem taking in the joy in the suffering of others. But he was still a mamas boy through and through.

“Alastor I have to tell your mom I saw you she misses you so much. She just wants to know you’re doing ok. But I won’t tell her…. Why you’re down here, it’s not my story to tell anyway.” He paused for a moment sighing “I suppose that’s good enough for me….. should we start cooking?”

“Oh no mister I’m cooking. Your gonna sit down and relax” you push alastor to the table pulling out a chair for him “But dear-“ “No buts! It’s been so long since I cooked for you. I missed spoiling my husband hehe.” Alastor could only sigh and lean both arms on the table his hand resting in his hands looking at you with that large goofy smile. “If you insist sugar”

As you began to cook more of the residents started to show up much to alastor an annoyance. Angel was the first one to walk through. “Wow toots you got it smelling great in here! Watcha cooking?” You giggled, you were kinda embaressed to say you went overboard with the cooking. “Well I made jambalaya, shrimp and grits, fried chicken, corn bread and a peach cobbler. Husk almost spits out his drink at the spread your making.

“I know I went to overboard, it’s just been so long since I’ve cooked for alastor I wanted to make all his favorites minus the cobbler. Feel free to join us I know we won’t eat it all.” You hear alastor muttering under his breath that the others could leave. You went back to cooking as the rest of the residents filled in but you stare at Charlie when she entered with a man who looked just like her. When both your eyes lock he looks at Charlie happily. “Charlie is this the angel you were telling me about?”

You leave the stove and walk towards him “hello I’m ____,It’s nice to meet you.” Lucifer pulls your hand up to his lips kissing it. “Charmed, it’s a pleasure to meet you” the room is filled with a sound of large static making everyone cringe. Lucifer is the only one who looks bored, rolling his eyes. “Problem bell hop?” Alastor is by your side in an instant.

“Keep your mouth away from my wife” Lucifer looks at you and alastor back and forth until his eyes land on Charlie. “So you weren’t kidding, he’s actually married….. to them…..and you agreed to marry him willingly not by force?” He looks back at you and seeing you nod in confirmation is all he needs for him to put a deadpan look on his face. “…….But you’re way out of his league like waaaaaay out of his league. Plus I don’t think Bell hop boy here knows how to…..satisfy needs that’s arnt cananalistic?” “I beg your pardon? Why the fuck does everyone keep bringing that up?”

You shake your head as you hear angel dust laughing in the back ground. Saying how he had said the same thing earlier, in between laughs. “Yes so I’ve been told, and I think he’s in my league just fine, I can’t wait to show y’all the pictures after dinner, alastor was so handsome hehe.” Alastor looks caught off guard for a second before grabbing your shoulder. “Now dear I’m sure no one wants to see that-“

“He’s lying”

“We all want to see it”

“My rival in hissss youth? Excellent ammunition for later batlesssss”

Alastor just looks more annoyed but seeing your big doe eyes looking at him reminding him so much of why he couldn’t resist your wims when you were both alive. “Very well but you will only see the pictures of my choosing and there will be no more than 3” Everyone groaned but accepted it knowing alastor shouldn’t be pushed over the edge. “Foods ready! I hope y’all like it” Everyone starts to make a plate except for alastor, you make him two plates with all the food you made on them except for the dessert.

While you serve him his plate kissing his cheek everyone can’t seem to stop staring,even nifty. Seeing the very independent radio demon getting served with a goofy smile on his face was so domestic and strange. But what no one else expected was for you to make a plate for Lucifer. He started thanking you profusely looking really shy about it. Everyone else was trying to scoot away from alastor who was starting to let his shadow tendrils rise. “Thank you! So much but I’m… you didn’t have too. Not that I’m not grateful! It’s very sweet of you”

“It’s my pleasure you are the king after all.” “Oh NO no no no no no. Please treat me like any other guest. I hate all the kingly stuff haha. How bout I make you a plate full of pancakes tomorrow?” You shrug stating you’re only here for today but you appreciated the offer.” Cherri bomb looked at you giving you a crooked smile. “So tell us about you and smiley, any good stories?” You tried to think of the least embarrassing but most entertaining memory you can think of.

“Well now that I know Al’s past this story makes much more sense now. Me and him went camping with some of my friends. Mind you I’ve known these people for over 10 years. One of my friends got really drunk and ended up falling off a cliff but he swear he was pushed, but none of us believed him because he was waisted. Then a bear ended up chasing him because he had leftover food in his pocket. He just had terrible luck the whole trip and guess who was near him that whole time.”

Everyone turned to look at alastor who continues to eat with a thin smile. “What? He talked over everyone, made crude jokes to my wife, and thought he could play jokes on ME of all people. The trip was more enjoyable with him unconscious. He should consider himself lucky he’s not dead, had he not been my wife’s good friend he wouldn’t have left the camp grounds.”

“I still can’t believe all of that really was you” You made your way back to the sink to clean the dishes, you could hear all the complements on your food and while you thanked them you could feel something pulling at your side. It’s nifty, and it looks like she’s trying to reach for your face. “A mess! Don’t worry I’ll get it miss.” You didn’t know what on earth she was taking about untill you felt someone come behind you and a wet sensation on your cheek.

It didn’t dawn on you what happened until you saw Alastor behind you. You blush in embarrassment realizing that he licked your cheek. “You had a little sauce on your face dear, now come sit and eat” you were about to comment until angel muttered. “I can’t believe I got that” you turned to see him holding his phone up, he must’ve wanted to take pictures of you and alastor. Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust.

Speaking of alastor you don’t think you could move fast enough to stop him from pouncing at angel dust. “Alastor No!” Lucky enough Lucifer had been enough to restrain him. But if looks could kill both Lucifer and Angel would be dead by now. Seeing as the “big dick in charge” had a hold on Alastor, Angel Dust decided to get one final jab in. “Can you tell us a story now of why Ole freak face is sad in the sack?”

Too bad for him Lucifer’s grip couldn’t hold shadows though.

This was not proof read much~

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☆ - it has always been you | haitani rindou

me, writing for something other than blue lock? wow!

rindou is shy with women, idc what you think

wc: 3k, not proofread, fem!reader

You've been friends with the infamous Haitani brothers for as long as you can remember.

At this point, you weren't sure how you guys met. You were the same age as Ran, so chances were you met in kindergarten. Maybe you just saw them one day, and decided that they would be your friends. You thought that it really didn't matter anymore at this point.

You were a ''good girl'', like your parents always called you. Kind-hearted, a model student, always helping out those in need. Even if Ran and Rindou did all kinds of things you didn't even want to know about, you weren't influenced. Despite considering them your best friends, you made sure to keep a certain level of distance. And they respected that, even though they were always so happy to tell you about how their fights went.

When your best friends landed themselves in juvie, you chewed them out for it. You were disappointed, to say the least. But you saw that something in them had changed. There was something foreign, that you had to stay away from.

Living in Roppongi, you constantly heard stories of the gangs Ran and Rindou lead, and the crimes they did. People would call them charismatic, but you just thought they were stupid. You just couldn't wrap your head around it. What was so great about that kind of life?

When the three of you were together, you saw a side of them not many people got to see. They were brothers, so they were constantly at each other's throats for whatever reason, but then minutes later they would be laughing at something stupid. 

For the most part, they were gentle with you. You knew that you are important to them, they cared about you just as much as you did about them. But more often than not, they would gang up together to make fun of you whenever you made a small mistake, or said something silly. Even if it annoyed you, it just showed how comfortable they were with you.

Countless times you would hear rocks thrown at your window at unholy hours. There were always two possibilities; One, they wanted to take you along on whatever silly idea they had. Two, they had been in a fight and wanted you to patch them up. You were glad to do that, of course, but every time you made sure to scold them. They would apologize, but you knew they didn't truly mean it. 

Your parents disliked the infamous duo. They always told you to stay away from them, and that they were a bad influence. Sure, they weren't wrong, but you always reminded them of how well you did in school, and they left it at that. Sometimes the two would visit and actually come in through the front door instead of the window. They would make sure to be polite with your parents, even if they already knew that their image couldn't be saved.

''He wouldn't speak, so I broke his fingers one by one-'' ''Jesus, Rindou, I don't want to hear the rest. You are too sadistic.'' You complained to the blonde who was sitting in front of your bed. You were laying on your stomach on your bed, facing him, while Ran had taken up the rest of your bed, already dozing off. He even claimed your pillow and blanket.

Rindou's grin dropped at your words, and he muttered a small 'sorry'. ''You just go a bit overboard sometimes, you aren't a yakuza.'' You gave him a reassuring smile. Before you got to continue, you felt Ran move around next to you, and you turned to look at him. ''Slept well, sleeping beauty?'' You smirked at him, and he gave you a quick glare. ''Would've slept well if you two didn't blabber so much. My bed may be the best, but yours is definitely number two.'' His arm lazily snaked around you, and he pulled you closer to him. 

Physical touch with either of them was something you were used to, but Ran was always the one to be more touchy. Rindou would sometimes flinch from your hands touching, while his older brother had no problems hugging or cuddling with you. Right now he was holding you so tightly that you could barely breathe.

''rin...dou help.'' You desperately extended your arm towards the blonde, who just shrugged. Feeling heartbroken and defeated, you accepted your fate. Unbeknownst to you, Ran was currently smirking at his brother, who tried to avert his gaze. The two could speak sentences without saying a word, so there was a lot of things you didn't know.

Like the fact that Rindou has had a crush on you for a long time. 

And Ran knew about it.

Ran would always push his brother towards confessing, but Rindou was just too shy. Part of him didn't want to drag you more into the messes he got himself in. In addition to that, he was greatly afraid of you rejecting him. Would you even look at him the same after? Would he ruin the comfortable friendship you had with the two of them?

When Rindou wouldn't make a move, Ran took matters into his own hands. He would try to make his brother jealous. That was the only way, he thought.

Ran would get you flowers for no reason, buy you your favorite snacks, and be extra touchy with you. Of course he didn't do any of that just because he felt like he had to for his brother's sake. He would never tell his brother this, but there was a part of him that wanted to be the one by your side. However when his younger brother came to him one evening asking for advice, he had decided to push those feelings away.

But Rindou, he did see the genuineness in his brother's actions. And in his eyes, he saw how you would smile so brightly at his brother, your eyes always lighting up. He wondered if he ever even stood a chance.

Could you really love a hoodlum like him?

''Ouch!'' Rindou was shaken from his thoughts by your voice. You were currently pushing Ran away from you, and he was full on laughing. ''Did you see that, Rindou? He bit me!'' You exclaimed while Ran continued to laugh. Rindou gave his brother a glare and finally got up. He took a hold of your arm, pushing his brother lightly while pulling you towards himself. Your back leaned against him with his hands being on your shoulder, while you glared at Ran.

''You monster.'' You pouted at him. ''Bet you are into that.'' The older brother stopped laughing to wink at you. ''Perv.'' Rindou spoke up. His hand pushed your hair out of the way and he looked at the mark that his brother had put on you. Was he officially claiming you as his?

The rest of that day went rather peacefully, with you clinging into Rindou while sending glares to Ran. The whole time Ran had a huge shit-eating grin on his face, which pissed you off even more. So in the end, you just completely ignored the older brother, and just focused on Rindou.

''Rindou. Let's go home, I'm tired.'' You eventually heard Ran complain. That guy had taken a total of three naps throughout their visit, and he was still tired? Rindou sighed, but got up from the spot he was sitting in, ''Fine.'' Feeling a bit disheartened at their quick decision to leave, you still followed them downstairs. Your father sent you a glare from the living room, pointing at the clock that said 10 pm. Not even that late, considering it was summer vacation.

You closed to door behind you, giving the duo in front of you a small smile. ''Come visit again whenever you want.'' You told them. ''Next time we are visiting through the window, your father always gets so angry when we come by.'' Ran chuckled. ''Just ignore him.'' You answered, quickly stepping in to give him a hug. That's something you had been doing since you were children. Eventually Rindou had stopped accepting your hugs, and you had stopped offering them. This time, though, something told you to open up your arms at him. For some reason, he accepted.

That hug felt different, in a way. It didn't last long, but you felt like it had more meaning to it than just a simple 'goodbye'. 

Rindou quickly pulled away, and with one quick glance at his brother, he started walking away. Ran gave you a wave, before following his younger brother. You watched them walk away, your heart beating a bit faster than usual.

At the same time, Rindou was glaring at his brother, more than usual. ''What?'' Ran smirked at him. ''You got a hug out of it, you always complain about how she no longer even tries to give you one.'' ''No need to bite her, though.'' ''You didn't care when she was basically being suffocated. That probably broke her heart.'' Ran held his hand over his heart. ''You are so dramatic.'' Rindou sighed, rolling his eyes. Ran answered with a laugh.

''But seriously, Rindou.'' Ran spoke up again, his tone now serious. ''You need to make a move. She won't know about your feelings if you don't tell her.'' ''You sound so serious, as if you have any more experience than me.'' Rindou answered with a sarcastic tone. ''Maybe not with serious relationships, but at least I get laid more often.'' 

Rindou sighed in frustration. 

The next day, you decided to go out. Just to have some time for yourself. Maybe to possibly run into a wild Ran or Rindou.

Instead, you ran into something you have been trying to avoid. 

''Is this really her? The little missy seen with the Haitani brothers?''

You were surrounded by maybe 7 guys, who were whispering to each other. It wasn't your first time. Rumors spread fast, and at least everyone in Roppongi knew that you were friends with the brothers. It attracted some unwanted attention. There were occasions where you would get harassed by complete strangers. They usually wanted to use you against the Haitanis, but there was a thing they didn't know.

You knew how to fight.

Of course Ran and Rindou taught you some things. Ways to get out of situations like these. Usually, you would try to talk yourself out of them. Rarely it worked. You wanted to call yourself a pacifist, but these idiots around you made it so difficult.

''Hey. What are you to the Haitanis?'' A man spoke up, who you assumed to be the leader. He was nothing compared to Ran and Rindou, you thought. A classic musclehead with no charisma.

''What's it to you? You gonna pay me for the information?'' You asked sarcastically, eyeing the men around you. You knew you couldn't win against all 7 of them, you weren't that strong. You also noticed that some of them had weapons, such as pipes, and you knew there was a chance that at least one of them carried a knife. You had a knife as well, but you only used that in extreme situations.

''Did ya hear that? The bitch can speak.''

Your eyes narrowed. More often than not you would piss off the person bothering you, and would get called a bitch, or a whore. It's like none of these men knew how to talk to women.

''Have some fucking respect.'' You spat, now walking towards him. ''I don't care what kind of beef you have with Ran and Rindou, but it has nothing to do with me.'' Before you could even realize what was happening, the man's fist made contact with your cheek. The force made you fumble, but you stayed up.

''How about you have some respect, huh?! Do you even know who I am?!'' ''Honestly? No. And I couldn't care less.''

You had one thing that always worked in your favor. The element of surprise.

You wasted no time and kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, doubling over from the impact. With everyone else now surprised and caught off guard, you bolted.

They didn't follow you for long, or maybe it's better to say that you were just too fast. Slowly calming down from the adrenaline rush, you spotted a familiar park. You used to play there with Ran and Rindou as children, and you still occasionally visited it.

And there you saw Rindou, with a bottle in his hand.

Shaking your head lightly, you walked up to him. ''Drinking with the homeless again?'' You asked, placing a hand on your hip. He was in the middle of taking a sip, and your voice startled him, causing him to cough uncontrollably. ''N-not many homeless around here.'' He gazed at the playground filled with children that was some distance away. ''I don't think drinking near children is any better.'' You sat down next to him.

It took him a while, but eventually he looked at you. Quickly putting the bottle on the ground, he used his hand to turn you towards him. ''Who hurt you?'' He asked, eyes glued to the red mark on your cheek.

''Oh this? Some thug, I don't know. Kicked him in the stomach and ran away.'' You shrugged. Rindou's gaze softened. ''Should've kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.'' A small smile made its way to his lips, before his expression turned serious again. ''But for real, (Y/n). What did he look like? I won't let him get away with this.''

''You don't need to do that.'' You smiled softly at him, getting lost in his violet eyes. 

''No, (Y/n). I do. I won't let anyone hurt my- uh, our-, uh our friend.'' He trailed off, mentally face palming at himself. Real smooth, Rindou.

You let out a laugh, making Rindou's face flush out a light shade of pink. He was embarrassed, but there was something about your laugh that made him feel things he couldn't explain. No one else had ever made him feel this way, when he was with you, nothing else mattered. Time didn't pass and he felt so light. There was nothing he could worry about. You were so beautiful, no one else compared. Your laugh was like music to his ears.

''Rin? You are staring.'' You snapped him back to reality.

''Oh, sorry.'' 

''No need to apologize. Stare all you want.''

Rindou was caught off guard, raising his brow in confusion. ''Excuse me?''

''Sorry. That was weird.''

''No need to apologize. Be weird all you want.''

A silence, which was soon followed by laughter.

Moments like this, Rindou wished they could last forever. But they never did. Eventually you would get interrupted by his brother. 

''Hey, Rindou?" "Yeah?" You stayed silent for a while, suddenly feeling nervous. You wondered if you really wanted to go through with this.

You were afraid. Afraid of what he would say, afraid of what would happen after. Afraid of change, and the unknown.

"I...there's someone I like."

Rindou's world came crashing down. This was it. He had lost.

"Y-yeah? Who is it?" His voice was breaking.

You took his hand in yours. "He's someone very close to me...Strong and charismatic..." You studied his calloused hands.

'fuck it's ran.'

"I...like you, Rindou."

"Huh? What?" He blurted out. A bit taken aback, you let his hand go. Rindou looked at you, looking for any hints of sarcasm or deception. He found none.

When he didn't answer, your defences went up. "Y-you don't need to say anything. I don't know why I said that, really. It just...came out. Felt right, I guess...I-" You kept going until Rindou stopped you.

''Wait. I thought you liked Ran.''

''...What?''

''What?''

Your brows furrowed in confusion. ''Why would I like him? He's a great friend sure but I'm not into him that way.''

Rindou blinked once. Twice. His face showed a hint of joy, and then again confusion. "But you are so touchy with him." "Yeah? I've always been touchy. You just stopped accepting my hugs." "...Fair enough."

Still, he couldn't believe that you would actually like him. It was something he had dreamt of, but he had never actually believed it to be true.

"Seriously, Rindou. Just reject me so I can move on." You hung your head low, not wanting to look at him. You thought you knew what was coming.

Instead, you felt Rindou's hand lift your chin, and his lips on yours. Before you could even react, they were already gone. You now looked at him, meeting his violet eyes once again. They were filled with determination.

"(Y/n). I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise.

Love.

Such a strong word.

You knew Rindou wasn't the type to just throw the word 'love' around. There was meaning to it.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" You asked quietly. "I was...afraid. I didn't want to ruin anything between us."

The exact same thing applied to you. You felt silly for overthinking his actions so much. Each and every time he had rejected your touch, your heart broke. You thought that maybe you did something wrong, maybe you made him angry.

But Rindou is shy.

"Isn't there something that you are supposed to ask me?"

"Do I have to?"

"Of course you do."

Now Rindou took your hand in his. "(Y/n)...will you be my girlfriend?"

You stayed silent for a bit, pretending to think about it.

"...Yes."

"Don't play with me like that, love." Rindou sighed in relief. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

You rest your head on his shoulder, now gazing at the playground you had already forgotten about. Was it too early to start thinking about mini Rindous running around?

Rindou felt like he was on cloud nine. You two were silent, but it was a comfortable silence. He still had a lot to learn, a lot to experience. But he was happy to do all that with you by his side.

...

He would probably enjoy the moment way more, if he didn't see his idiot brother hiding in the bushes giving him a thumbs up.

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 7 star | words: 1037

Hi so I went a bit overboard with this one but I’m having so much fun writing those you guys have no idea

Anyways enjoy <3

GUYS IT HAS PART 2 NOW WTFFF

James

pads i need you to come here like RIGHT NOW

Pads

???

Who are you?

James looked at the message confused.

James

your best friend?? who needs your help with your dog?????

Pads

Wrong number.

Now he was super confused. He talked with Sirius this morning. He called this number and he talked with Sirius.

James

this is really not the time for pranks pads

moony isnt answering his phone and gigi is vomiting all over my place

what do i do???????

The answer didn’t come right away, but when it did his confusion grew even further. He was trying to give the poor Gigi a bowl to puke into when he read ‘I might know what happened. Send me the address, I’m coming over.’ Without thinking twice he shared his location with the person who was supposed be his best mate. After that, he put down his phone and went back to calming Gigi and giving her some water. If it works for people, it should work for a dog, right? RIGHT???

15 minutes later he heard the doorbell ring and that’s when it hit him. Sirius knows where he lives. Sirius wouldn’t take this long to get to his precious child, as he calls the black mass of fur on James’ carpet. This really wasn’t Sirius.

His first reaction was panic - who the fuck did he send his address to? Then he thought he could pretend he’s not here. But what about Gigi?

When the doorbell rang for the second time, he decided to text that person.

James

who are you again?

Pads

Open the door. I’m not going to kill you.

Or am I?

Now he was scared. Although it was a bit funny, he had to give them that.

Slowly he went to the door, checking in the viewfinder who is on the other side. Unfortunately the person had their back turned to him so it didn’t give him anything. With shaky hands he turned the key and opened the doors with a gentle creak. Hearing that, the person in front of him turned and- wow.

The snow-white face was surrounded by a delicate halo of black waves. His strong jaw and sharp cheekbones could make him look rough if it weren't for his soft, pink lips, turned up in a gentle smile, and his eyes. Eyes in which you could immerse yourself as if in an endless, silvery cloud of stardust.

“Hi there, Sunshine” Sirius’ younger brother said passive-aggressively. Ah, nothing has changed since school. Also, it would explain the ‘wrong number’’ thing. Somehow?

“Hello, Little Star” James replied with a nervous smile, after clearing his throat several times. They stayed there in the doorway for few seconds, intense enough to make it feel like hours.

Finally, James cleared his throat for the last time and turned, letting Regulus in. “Thank god you’re not a murderer” he laughed lightly as he led his guest (his one-man-rescue-team?) to the living room, where Gigi was shaking under fluffy blanket.

“Did you give her something?” Regulus asked, kneeling next to the poor thing.

“What? No! Why and what would I give her?” James burst out, terrified of the accusation. What if he accidentally gave her something he shouldn’t have and now she’s going to die? That would mean he was going to die shortly after. Oh no, oh no, oh-

“Calm down, I was just making sure. Look at your carpet” Reg grumbled pointing at the destroyed thing.

“Yeah, I know - she puked at it like a thousand times. No need to point it out” James huffed, now irritated a bit by Regulus’ rudeness.

“I- That’s not what I meant” shorter man laughed softly, such a sweet sound. “She ate a pice of it, look at the right corner.”

“What do you- oh” in the whole mess oh vomits he didn’t even notice a part of the carpet disappeared. “So she was just-“

“Clearing her stomach, yeah” Reg smiled at him crookedly. “She did the same to my shoe last week. Just give her some water for now and we’ll take her to the vet.”

“What do you mean we? I can handle a vet appointment” James said, pouring some water for his goddaughter (yes, she’s his goddaughter, fuck off).

“No, you can’t. Now take her, I’ll drive” Regulus said strutting out of the room. James just lifted the, whatsoever, heavy dog and ran after his best friend’s brother.

He asked Reg to close the door behind them and take the key. The clinic wasn’t far away from his flat, but either way it felt like forever to get there since Regulus refused to talk to him, because ‘it distracts him’.

When they finally got there, the vet just laughed at them for coming to her for the second time in a week and cooed at Gigi, mumbling something about her ’cool uncles not being very good for her’ (hopefully jokingly but who knows). She checked if Gigi was alright, gave her some medicine and asked them to come in few days for checkup.

Walking out of the clinic Regulus asked James if he needed any help with cleaning up after Gigi’s accident.

“Actually yeah, would you help me?” he replied with hopeful eyes.

“I literally just suggested that” Reg said, rolling his eyes.

So, they did just that. They rolled the destroyed carpet, cleaned the floor and some of the mess left on the sofa Gigi was sleeping soundly in the corner of.

When they finished, Regulus went to the door, with James thanking him all the way down the hall. They stood in the doorway again, same intense silence between them as before.

Reg cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna go now. Bye.”

James nodded slightly. “Thanks again” he said once more, getting a fond eye roll from the other man. With that Regulus turned and went to the elevator. Then…

“Hey, Reg?” He turned again, one brow raised. James gather himself, swallowed thickly and on the exhale, almost shy, he asked “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

The younger man stood there, both brows raised now. Slowly he smiled at James and nodded.

“I would love to, actually.”