#and we can grow and blossom and i hhh

[canineabis]

made it home. we stayed up the entire night! it didn’t even feel like it, the warm yellow replaced the deep dark of indigo in a matter of seconds. morning bled into noon and we dozed off, but eventually i knew i wanted to leave.

part of it was the physical distance was driving me crazy. i wanted to be closer to her, to cuddle and feel the pulse of internal clockwork that keeps her here with me (fuck im so thankful she’s here with me) but i get the sense we both need slow right now. i appreciate just being in the “well i have a crush on you too!” phase and i’m in no rush.

i guess i just have the certainty now that i want her to be my girlfriend and i hope she wants me to be her boyfriend.

[ploffskinpluffskin]

so. uh. since no one said they’d be Against me also occasionally adding majora to the rambles here, this is some self-indulgent writing regarding him and an AU i had planned for him i never did actually get to explore rip

a friend i had in the dbs rpc drew a picture of their kai OC as supreme kai with majora as their connected god of destruction and i’ve been Attached to the idea ever since lmao like i know majora is probably nowhere near strong enough in canon to be a legit candidate for the position but i can dream ok. so sometimes i’ve just drabbled tiny pieces of what i imagine his tenure as destroyer might be like

also for context, cognac is the name of the angel attendant of universe 4, which means he’d be the one looking after majora and also handling his ongoing training

....for more context, bc i honestly don’t know how much anyone here knows about it hhh the way canon is set up is that each universe has its own pair of god of destruction and angel, and then there’s a supreme kai (god of creation) set opposite of the god of destruction, and the two opposing sides ideally work together to keep the balance of destruction and creation in their universe. some universes are better at it than others rip

"The seventh universe is requesting a meeting," Cognac says one morning as they are nearing the end of breakfast.

Majora stills in the midst of feeling for his cup of tea; when his right index finger brushes against the ceramic anyway, he sees fit to continue his motions, now cradling both of his thin hands around its warmth. When he speaks, it's with the bone-deep, retiring apathy he's adopted over the past several centuries.

"Oh? Still..?"

The smile in Cognac's voice can not be mistaken. "Still."

Majora lets his thoughts drift from there, as if they were afloat on the gentle breeze which ruffles his fur. Distantly, he catches the telltale sweet scent of the blossoms which flower about his present home. Cognac has told him they are colored green, not unlike Majora's pelt, and grow in tight clusters of tiny florets. They bloom just as it begins to grow cold and last throughout much of the winter, an oddity the new god still finds faintly bemusing.

That he has long since lost the ability to conjure up the color (indeed, any color) in his memory does little to dampen his curiosity, and he often requests that Cognac describe their surroundings in such detail. Though, the angel has taken to preemptively doing so for some time now, and something about that strikes a peculiar ache within Majora.

"Will we indulge them this time?"

"...which is the seventh again..?"

"Lord Beerus and Whis. A mortal of theirs was indirectly responsible for the tournament back then. I imagine you still remember."

Majora gives an acknowledging noise, though it contains an edge of uncertainty, discomfort. The Tournament of Power exists only remotely these days, yet its impact on Majora's own existence still perturbs him, although he can not articulate why.

With a sigh, he picks up his teacup and responds, "I suppose we ought to, else they might become irritated," with as much disdainful resignation as he can manage, all too aware that the gods of Universe Seven are far from the only ones to be irritated with his infamous reclusiveness, and not altogether mildly, at that. Then, lowly, just before taking a sip, "Wouldn't want that."

[shozaii]

Can I get dating headcanons for Kaiji, Lovecraft, and Poe with an an outgoing and humorous female s/o? Like she’s the type to joke around and goof off constantly and seems to get along with most people?

(a/n):uwaaa hello anon!!🥰an interesting request! working on new characters always gives me a ton of excitement; but i also get really nervous at the same time😳but thank you for sending this in and i’m sorry this took so long!! 🥺❤

masterlist.

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an outgoing and humorous fem! s/o

pairings: kajii x reader, lovecraft x reader, poe x reader

warnings : none!

kajii.

✦ enthusiasm !! 25/8 !! i kid you not; he is definitely one who would lovE to be energetic and lively to his s/o. so please please crack your jokes with him.

✦ he would die laughing, sometimes it might result in rolling on the floor.

✦ since you’re pretty outgoing; i can also see that you would easily grow to his liking towards science! so cue the endless discussions of how science is truly an interesting phenomenon of some sorts - look, he would go on and on and would also make sure you understand every. single. word of it.

✦ he would voluntarily tell you to crack one of your best jokes, or when you’re at it, you would do it instead. it’s just this pride he has when he realizes how wonderful of a prankster you are. we all know his traits; basically a loud, bubbly and crazy scientists who also has an interest in lemons. so there! go ahead and have fun with the port mafia members; aka his friends/allies. 

✦ some of them might not get it(just maybe), but do not ever doubt that kajii is going to be completely blur with it. he just falls in love even MORE.

✦ your charisma and energy is sort of how he got attracted towards you with a burning passion. the smile, the triumph you gave off whenever you walked. how easily you get to mingle around with anyone. the way you asked him more of his weird experiments.

✦ mans just loves you a lot, okay? he would die for you, even. anyone dares to rip the smile off your face; please run. he already has thousands of lemon bombs waiting for the fated person.

lovecraft.

✦ i love how i can immediately see how utterly confused he would be when he first sees you. yes i know how there are definitely more expressions he could give out (besides sulking on how he wants a good rest) but hey, just look at you.

✦ oh oh and he might even see this bright glow emitting around you. how do i put this.... he might as well think that you are the sun itself, and he is the moon. how you’re glowing and how he is dim. it’s like active and passive energies combining into one.

✦ he gets even more confused when you actually strike up a conversation with him. not because you’re someone he has no idea about, but to think that you’re willing to hold it up for so long, especially with what he thinks of himself as boring and is just tired for like the whole day.

✦notices how you like to make fun of the other guild/port mafia members. 

✦ his heart does these weird jumps. of course he has always wished to joke around but you’re there for him so🥰

✦ you cannot tell me he just goes completely frozen ( being completely flustered) when you start complimenting his ability mid-battle or after a battle. if it’s mid-battle it would just give him this huge ego and strengthen it. if it’s after a battle he would look away, like, immediately. no thoughts. head so empty it’s been swept clean.

✦ he does not mind that you’re outgoing at all! he’s just so envious on how you’re able to gain so much energy. and i bet you, he accepts that so, so much. all he has and still has is confusion. regardless, he’s going to love you the way you are. you are the reason why he actually wants to have a stroll with you, to talk about the things he likes, why he gained his true happiness.

poe.

(goddamn i actually love him so much)

✦ fluster duster! (idk i just came up with that hehe🤣) we all know him as one to be really shy and all. well imagine if you enter his life.

✦ it’s literally going to be the darkest chocolate sprinkled with white chocolate flakes but make the flakes ten times more than he has ever imagined.

✦ he likes how you don’t exactly push him into wanting to see his works. it’s like a sign for him! take your time, i can wait for as long as i want to read it someday, that’s what he understood from your words. and well, sooner or later you say this phrase anyway - that’s sort of how i can see a beautiful relationship blossoming.

✦ he enjoys your company a lot; you’re there for him in case he’s in need of relieving stress from thinking of a way to work out perfect plots. you two have lots of fun with karl too! it’s like soft hours for him hehe🥰

✦ some of the jokes you make? he writes them down, waits until he finds a perfect page to write it in his latest work, and when he does he immediately jots it down and never regrets it after. your humor is perfection to him, he enjoys how they’re new every single day.

✦ oh oh roast anyone you know to him. he. loves. that. i’m thinking how he would purposefully write a roast for chuuya so that when he gets trapped in the book, he could hear it and then chuuya just starts attacking them all KSKSKSKS

✦ i can say his self-esteem and confidence builds more too! he would have more confidence in writing, in himself, and also his whole life in general. simple to say; you are capable of changing these guys’ lives. <33

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(a/n): aaaand here we go, anon!❤❤❤ i apologize if this took really long; i needed to make sure i got the right character traits and all for these three! i think it may be a little ooc, but i really do hope you enjoy them! sorry if it’s short too hhh🥺

[pennylogue]

thoughts on some details in prickly pear. mostly steven’s arc, because that’s where we all are with this show right now, don’t deny:

-remember when people (including me) thought that steven gardening would be a healthy effort to reconnect with his humanity, only for it to be crashed by his cactus? 

steven: “me time? i’m hardly alone! look at all of these plants that i’ve sublimated my unceasing need to care for other people into! isn’t it great how they, unlike sapient beings, won’t leave me?” 

-like i’ve seen so many parallels drawn between his behavior and white diamond’s behavior in this episode, it would take forever to list them all.  but needless to say, it’s extremely unnerving. he wants a perfect, stagnant little world where he’s in control of everything and that is not by any means okay. 

but like, i’m so here for it. they are breaking steven down thoroughly and from six different directions, and it’s absolutely fantastic. hey, we got this with like...every other significant character. that’s why they’re such good characters. and it plays into steven’s identity issues, which is just...delicious. this is such a toxic whirlpool, and it’s really getting to him. 

-and another gem appearance goes by with me screaming at the gems as they exit to stage an intervention, to please don’t go, stay back and force him to accept the help he thinks he doesn’t want and doesn’t know how to ask for.

-steven is bothered by how the gems aren’t “impressed”. not only is this a massive misread of what’s going on, it’s kind of an interesting insight into steven. dude hasn’t felt like he had to impress the gems in literally seasons...probably because he was doing something important at the time, and felt like he was a part of the crystal gems. that he had a purpose. it all circles back, huh?

-and he wants approval, so of course he goes to the gems, and they give it to him. and it’s fucking cute, if a little worrying that he’s still so heavily depending on magical qualities to get approval from the gems.

-steven needs a fucking therapist. dude says how great the beach is because it never changes (which is also just...not true, beaches change constantly because that’s how nature works, HUH) and then starts venting to a sapient cactus. honey.

-steven, paraphrased: “who am i to decide what’s best for everyone? everyone’s better off learning from the rest of the crystal gems. i used to be helpful, but nobody needs me anymore. Hhhh, why, do I need to be needed!? Steven, pull it together!”

ho boy we got some shit to unpack there. @fanfoolishness has compared steven to a shark that needs to keep swimming or it’ll drown, so here we have the shark being told to stop swimming. as far as steven’s subconscious is concerned, despite him factually knowing he’s gotta chill, he can’t stop swimming. he’s gotta keep it together so he’ll be available when, not if, people need help. and if they won’t ask for help, he’ll project his own issues into them. he can’t stop. he knows that, he’s so sure of it.

if he does--he’ll drown.

-”hhh, i’m so sorry to dump this on you.” leave it to steven to apologize for venting to a cactus.

-”and he said my name.” god pearl i love you so much.

-steven’s thoughts manifesting as something that hurts to touch. HMMMM...

-steven has such skewed perceptions of how his moms are gonna react, it’s actually painful. pearl wouldn’t fall apart on him, because she’s grown past that. amethyst and garnet would want to help him, not give him haughty advice--and if he made it clear that’s how it was coming off, they would try to change their behavior. but steven can’t criticize them. he locks all his negative thoughts about others away and lets them eat at him. combine that with him being needed to therapist people to help them = they can’t grow without them, combine that with amethyst being so obviously happy and satisfied and mature to the point where she’s trying to help him when he used to help her...

ho boy.

-i’ve seen people draw parallels to pink’s behavior when he boxes off the cactus for trying to spill his secrets. tbh, this is how i see pink. flailing and following through on misguided instincts. it sucks to see steven going down this road...in that case, it’s good that he can notice how messed up they are and take a second look at them before it’s too late. boy’s messed up, but he’s not as messed up as rose quartz. HOORAY. 

*pathetic little burst of confetti*

-”why’d you stay all this stuff? why’d? 

“oh you know why’d.” 

it’s that kind of thing where you can admit your feelings to yourself...but you can’t look at them too closely, right? they’re too ugly. but he knows they’re there.

-and of course he doesn’t want help from amethyst. not when it comes with the possibility of pity. and he does not want pity, remember? he’s not pitiful! there’s nothing wrong with him!

-the gem’s being worried about steven...like, you gotta understand, his first priority is for the gems to not be worried about anything. so if they’re worried about him, that’s him screwing up as bad as he could screw up.

-steven springs from worry over cactus steven to anger in the time it takes for cactus steven to say “what’s wrong with you!” HONEY.

-“i wish you wouldn’t talk!” yeah it really sucks when your toxic feelings can’t be easily suppressed and shut down, despite the fact that boxing up feelings causes them to become warped and twisted and it’s only when you let them out into the open they can grow and blossom properly and then leave you.

oh wait.

-so steven maybe thought he had diamond mode on lockdown. or more likely, he’s just too angry to care. like, when you’re angry, you don’t care about lashing out. you don’t care about the terrible things you’re saying...until you’re not angry anymore. and then you care. if you’re steven, you care too much.

wonder if diamond mode was what gave cactus steven that extra jolt to grow so much?

-the slow, careful way steven sets cactus steven down as soon as pearl calls him is. just. so worrying.

-IT LITERALLY BREAKS OUT BECAUSE IT CAN’T STAY LOCKED UP ANYMORE, IT’S TOO BIG AND ANGRY. 

-steven slicing up cactus steven with that shield is...probably one of the most violent uses we’ve seen of his shield. 

-”why don’t you come back in, oh, let’s say, a couple of hours, for ne reason whatsoever?” su has no patience for sitcom rules XD

-amethyst, at cactus steven: “cool.” they aren’t going to attack his thoughts on sight, even if they seem strange. it’s only when cactus lashes out that they’re going to fight it.

-sweet, sweet catharsis. look how surprised the gems are when cactus repeats all the things steven has said. feels good to have some of this steam let out of the boiling teakettle that it steven universe right now.

-on one hand, steven has to embrace his dark thoughts and let himself get feel the pain of them so they can finally make peace with him, turn into something better, and leave.

on a less metaphorical perspective, though, this does feel a lot like old su in a worrying way. steven has to help someone else be okay, even if it means he takes collateral damage. sure, this time the negative feelings were on him, but to me, it feels like it’s not going to shake steven out of caretaker mode in the way that he obviously needs to.

like, he learned to be less aggressive towards people who don’t deserve it, but i don’t feel like he’s learned to...you know...not repress everything so that doesn’t happen. what, is he just going to try to contain his emotions even harder? 

-like,  you could take that closing line two ways. “I think i’ve said enough.” one way, he could be looking at all of this collateral damage and decided he’s gonna zip up even more. but also, i’ve seen @faelapis say that steven thinks enough of his inner thoughts have been put out into the world that there’s no going back, and this is him acknowledging it.

it could be either. it could be both. who the hell knows.

-god but seriously that depressed way he says “i think i’ve said enough.” a hand to zach calliston, who’s voice acting this season has been ludicrously good.

-but wow, this episode went heavy into steven. i feel like even after all this, i’ve not really managed to sum up the turmoil that’s rolling around inside of him. identity issues, self-loathing, controlling behavior, misplaced aggression and violence, inability to process change, not wanting to inconvenience those he cares about with his problems, it’s a wonderfully balanced cocktail where each issue brings out the worst in the other issues. 

he’s getting dragged downwards by it, and he needs an intervention. cause there’s no digging himself out of this on his own.

-like the entirety of steven universe, yeah, he was getting traumatized. season 4 and season 5 were especially brutal. we all knew it. we all joked about.

i just didn’t, you know, expect them to address it in canon.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Requested as a continuation of a headcannon by @hhh-angels if Logan had OCD and used plants to cope, with sprinkled in Logicality. Here is a one shot that was supposed to a lot shorter but I have no self control.

Wilting

Warnings: OCD, emotional break down, dead plant. If there's other let me know.

Trigger warnings: compulsive checking, emotional break down.

Ships: logicality

Word count: 2,496

"I gotta say Specs, I'm almost jealous that this is your room and not mine. Never pegged you for a Nature Nerd."

"Lay off Princey, we all have our habits."

Logan hummed in amused agreement from his place at his desk, smiling as a light breeze ruffled through the papers on its surface though not hard enough to send his organization to the literal wind. His room had been a collaborative effort after Patton had encouraged him to open up to the others more, making voicing his needs and breaching communication gaps much easier with the supportive side at his back. Roman had been the first to know, as Logan did not have the creative powers to make the changes he wanted. With minimal teasing, the princely side had "fulfilled his royal duty as a dear friend" to help make the layout changes he had been struggling to realize. Now his room was completely transformed and he absolutely loved it.

The shelves full of books and binders were still there, but now their sides were crawling with carefully maintained vines of every variety. Wisteria climbed up the sides of a shelf closest to him, while a grape vine had steadily curled up towards the ceiling in a corner, supported by carefully placed pegs embedded in the walls. The door was framed by a hyacinth bean vine that had already started to flower thanks to the power of the mind scape. His ceiling was taller, reaching 10 feet around the right edges of the room to accommodate for the climbing plants, glow in the dark star stickers still stuck to the plaster. Beyond that however, it faded into infinity.

The way Roman had reconstructed made it so a controlled portion of the imagination was contained within his room, a feat he was quite proud of and had offered to work into the others' room as well if they wish. This meant that the ceiling faded into an expanse of sky that loosely mirrored outside reality, going so far as to mimic an impossibly clear sky at night in which the colors of the galaxy could be on full display. This also meant there was room for a wide expanse of flowers that thrived better in an outside environment, and trees as far as the eye could see in every variety from cedars to cherry blossoms, though he hadn't ventured too far yet. Closer to his actual room he still kept and maintained his succulents on another shelf, the one Patton had gifted him so long ago still growing strong and placed proudly in the middle.

Logan was brought back from his thoughts as he felt a warm hand lay itself gently on his shoulder, prompting him to look up into the face of his loving boyfriend. They had established a tentative relationship after Patton had been led into his room for the first time for an impromptu thank-you-for-starting-my-plant-obsession cuddle session. His obsessive checking was still there, Logan realistically didn't expect it to go away so suddenly, if at all. But the stress that came with it was practically non-existent, especially once he entered his room to care for his lovely greenery. He felt more at ease, more heard, more cared for, than he had in years, and he had Patton to thank for easing him into a less stressful routine the way that he had.

Patton leaned forward and plucked the pen out of Logan's hands, spinning the chair around as he did and plopping down in his lap. "No more work, Lo. Enjoy the scenery."

And Logan really couldn't object to that could he? Late afternoon sunlight lit up the room, Roman was busy sketching something or other into a thickly bound and worn book, and Virgil was resting quietly under one of the trees nearby, face relaxed as he let the rooms ambience wash over him. Roman really had outdone himself.

Logan leaned back in the chair, wrapping his arms around Patton's middle and dragging him back with him to rest his chin on his shoulder. Patton giggled quietly as he adjusted slightly to make them both more comfortable, finally relaxing all the way to enjoy the fragrant breeze blowing around them.

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"Hey, Lo? I think this one might be wilting."

Logan jerked his head back from where he had been carefully testing the soil saturation of his cactuses, quickly making his way over to Patton who had been helping water the controlled garden at the edge of his room. Yellow lilies were growing in this particular section, the one in question had turned a pale brown in color, its sickly stem barely able to hold itself up. It was clear it was past the point of saving, though with his careful care he couldn't fathom how its suffering had escaped his notice for so long. His hand tapped a nervous rhythm on his thigh, a steady 1 2 1 2 count that calmed his anxiety somewhat.

"That's...only natural, I suppose. Things die, I hadn't expected them to in the mind scape but I suppose Roman paid close attention to detail when making this, which I cannot fault him for."

Patton eyed him closely. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." The small lie slipped out easily, making him wince slightly. It really wasn't that big of a deal...at least it shouldn't be. It was just...he was so careful, and he knew Patton was as well, and the flowers were so pretty and were growing so healthily but...it didn't matter. Plucking it gently out of the bed , he waved it away and patted over the place it had once stood, smoothing out the dirt neatly. "There. No harm done."

Patton still looked worried, but wisely decided not to say anything.

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Over the course of two weeks flowers continued to wilt in and out of the contained garden space. It really shouldn't have mattered but Logan didn't understand what he could be doing wrong. The routine hadn't changed, he'd done countless hours of research trying to figure out what could possibly be the problem but could deduce nothing. Stress was creeping into the one place it had never been and it was setting him on edge, his compulsive checking resurfacing after months of staying under control. Locks. Yes. Microwave. Yes. Thermostat. Were the knives put away properly in the block? Was the coffee table moved just this way so that no one tripped getting up from the couch? Odd, new compulsions swarmed his mind in the dead of night. Were the carpets loose on the stairs? That would be a major safety hazard, that needs checked. What about the banister? Check. Recheck. The microwave really was unplugged right? Check. Check. What about the windows, they were shut weren't they?

Check.

Recheck.

Check.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing up?" Logan looked up from his current activity: pulling at the carpet at the bottom of the stairs to see if it was loose. It wasn't. He'd checked and made sure. But he had to check again. To be sure.

"Lo-"

"No. I have to finish checking."

"How many times have you pulled that section?"

Logan's face heated but he continued anyway, Patton standing at the top of the stairs patiently waiting. He knew this was important to Logan and he respected it. But it was currently 3AM and he had no idea how long Logan had been up before this.

He watched as the taller man stood up slowly and made his way to the kitchen, where Patton quickly followed.

"I have to check the microwave."

"Logan you checked that before bed didn't you?"

"I have to make sure."

"Logan-"

The side in question whirled around. "No! I have to check! I have control over this, I can check and recheck and if everything's fine then everything is fine! I can monitor this! This-" he waved in agitation at the still unplugged microwave. "-makes sense!"

Logan had circles under his eyes that could put Virgil's eyeshadow to shame and his exhaustion was made apparent with his swaying body throughout his speech. Slowly, carefully, Patton reached out and took Logan's hands in his, squeezing them gently and nodding in understanding.

"I'm not mad at you. And I'm not asking you to stop okay? I just want you to sleep, you look exhausted."

Looking back at the microwave, Logan slowly nodded, slumping forward slightly and taking calming breaths. "Okay."

Patton nodded again. "Okay."

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The next day was greeted with a slightly better mood. There were no obligations to fulfill, so the morning had been spent catching a couple more hours of much needed sleep at the request of Patton and enough cuddles and kisses to last him a month, not that he would ever have enough. Today the cactuses and succulents needed watered and though he was still on edge he was looking forward to the calming activity.

He hummed slightly as he took up the small watering can used for the small plants and smiled over at Patton who was busy guiding one of the vines to grip another pike in the wall. Making his way to the shelf his simple tune caught dead in his throat, watering can forgotten as his grip slackened and it spilled across the hardwood floor.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" Patton rushed to his side, and getting no response, followed his lovers line of sight to the middle of the shelf.

Wilted, dried and brown, the very first succulent plant Patton had given him was spread out dead in its pot, a far cry from the healthy green it had been just the day before.

He quickly looked back to Logan, any words of consolation dying in his throat as he saw the tears running down the others cheeks. He watched helplessly as the other strode forward and took the pot in his hands, folding himself down around it with shaking shoulders. Only when Patton heard the faint sobs becoming louder did he step forward carefully to crouch down next to him.

"Logan?"

"This was...you gave this to me....this was the first one and now it's gone and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID!" Gasping sobs escaped him as his shoulders shook even more, desperately gripping to the plant pot as if squeezing it hard enough would bring the plant itself back to life. Patton gently tugged Logan into him, resting his head against his chest as the other sobbed his heart out. His mind raced even as he began rocking them, gently whispering words he hoped were comforting down to the other.

Roman wouldn't speed up the rate of decay like this and Virgil would never play a prank this cruel. They and Patton were the only ones with the permission to come into Logan's spot in the Imagination, which had to be given to enter at all. The only side that might not need it....

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Patton gently placed Logan's limp form on the bed, the other having cried himself to the point of exhaustion after a nearly hour long breakdown. His face hardened as he sunk out, popping up in Thomas's living room.

"Oh hey Patton, wha-"

"Hey kiddo, where's Remus?"

Thomas squinted in confusion, pausing whatever show he was watching to really look at his moral side. Patton's cardigan was gone and there was a large wet spot on the top of his polo. His clothes were otherwise rumpled but his face was the most worrying. Hard and set in a way he had never seen on the normally cheery side his concern only grew.

"I don't know. Did something happen?"

"Summon him please."

Not daring to question it, Thomas quickly stood up. "Remus!"

The Duke appeared behind the T.V., cursing as he took in his surroundings.

"I appreciate the invitation Thomas, but no thank you-"

"Too bad." Before Remus could sink out, Patton had a fistful of his sash and they disappeared together, leaving Thomas staring confusedly at the spot they had left.

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"Do you have any idea what you've done, Remus?" Patton maintained his hold on the Duke, staring at him with an intensity that made Remus of all sides swallow the words that immediately rose up and actually think over his response.

"Well...normally it's a question of who, not what, so I'd say I haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to." Trying for vulgar humor to make the apparently very pissed off moral side let him go, his stomach sunk only deeper as Patton's face only darkened further.

"Logan's. Plants. What did you do. To Logan's. Plants."

Remus' eyebrow quirked in confusion. He knew now of course what Patton was talking about. But his prank was harmless! ...right? Why would he care so much about the nerds newest passion project? He decided to voice as much.

"All it was was a little realism! Roman had made the whole setup so perfect and boring. All I did was liven it up a bit. By...you know...killing....them?" The longer he spoke the more confidence left him. He wasn't scared of Patton, definitely not. Puppy and kitten loving Patton who definitely didn't have a look on his face that would set fire to the world if it were allowed to smoulder.

"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to fix the plants. You're going to wait here until Logan wakes up and apologize. You'll do it without complaint. Without sex jokes or vulgar language. And it will be genuine. After which, you will never touch anything in Logan's room without explicit permission from Logan himself. Are. We. Clear."

Swallowing thickly, Remus could only nod as he was finally let go, the fun loving father figure leaving him to stare off in chastised fear of ever daring to cross Morality again.

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Logan sat back in his desk chair, sighing contentedly as a soft breeze fluffed out his hair. Patton sat behind him on the bed, gently scratching at Logan's scalp as he used his other hand to mindlessly color another cat in his book. Roman sat against a tree with Virgil, scowling playfully at the emo's choice in music while they shared a pair of headphones, Virgil hissing quietly about it being his turn and to "Suck it up, Princey."

"Remus, leave them alone." The Duke pouted before sitting back and busying himself with a worn sketchbook instead, knowing where the line was when he was allowed in Logan's room. His plants thrived properly now, his stress free zone rejuvenated with the knowledge it would stay that way. He still didn't know what had prompted Remus to play the cruel joke in the first place, nor what had made him fix everything and, according to Roman, give his first genuine apology.

As fingers continued to brush through his hair, he mentally shrugged and relaxed into the touch. In this instance at least, he felt it was okay not to know.

This work is also available on my AO3!

Please do not tag as unsympathetic sides or tw Remus. Thank you.

[livayl]

Veiled In Nocturnal Shadows

Going to cross post and dump it here as well just because “why not?”.  In case someone out here wants to re-blog it, please only to other kink blogs, thank you.  Warnings: some cussing here and there. Also: This has a part 2 as well. :)

This story takes place in a fantasy setting. In a world flourishing with magic that is currently sundered with a war raging between different alliances and a still unknown foe. It follows two main protagonists which are a Centaur (a mythical creature half human, half white deer in this case) and an Orc that are on a continuous flight.

Shokhrakka dozily listened to natures soothing evening symphony while Lillandlians gentle pace lulled him further towards sleep. Birds chirped their last sweet songs conducted by even hoof beats before parting in favor of nights darker tones.

The air was crisp with frost and so clear it seemed distilled. Hardly breathed on by a smell other than the sweetly bitter perfume of resin and pine needles combined with the fresh purity of currently falling snow. The flakes stroked the exposed grayish skin around the Orcs closed eyes and melted on the tip of his nose. If not for this small discomfort he could have sunken deeper into the cocoon of warming fur and seductive rest that was badly needed.

In truth sleep was something Shokhrakka was not yet ready to allow himself. After they had been chased for so long it seemed treacherous to dwell too deep in this moment of fugitive peace born out of fatigue. Despite the still lingering threat he must have slid into a deeper slumber only startled by a sudden noise disrupting dusk's last sounds: "-hdtZSSSCHhhh!"

Rapidly blinking his gaze was fixed on the cascade of moonlight colored hair nearly veiling Lillandlians whole back. His companions human half seemed almost lost in his over sized cape and shivered slightly while raising back to its natural rigid posture.

"...My apologies for waking you." The usual silky, flowing voice came out weary on the edges, muffled by exhaustion.

"You okay? Want me to walk?" Shokhrakka asked.

"...hah..Snnfff! Pardon. I feel fine, you can stay mounted. I believe we are almost far enough to make camp for the night anyways." The Taur answered.

Now almost completely enveloped by the forests gloom and nights shadowy cloak Shokhrakka was especially grateful for his orcish night vision. The trees around them towered more intimidating than he could remember before closing his eyes. Standing so close to each other, sprouting out of what seemed like a sea of undergrowth, that he wondered how Lillandlian had maneuvered himself through without so much as breaking his pace.

Yet, the druid must feel at home immersed into this wilderness that seemed to part and prosper at his will.

The canopy above was so dense it was a ward against snow and the icy wind that in return bereaved them from almost every light. Almost swallowed by darkness, led astray from stars and moon. In the dim atmosphere their surroundings melted together in twisted shades, creating creatures never seen before.

Lillandlian seemed unconcerned while guiding them through thorny bushes draped with glistering cobwebs. Deeper and deeper towards the forests black heart that beat in foreign shrieks of nocturnal animals.

Shokhrakka bared his fangs and big tusks to bite back the growl that had risen from the depths of his largely muscled chest. He could not yet place it but something in here made his skin crawl with unease.

"Please do not worry my friend, here is nothing that would harm us."

"I´m not worried. Orcs never worry."

"Oh that sure comes in hhh...haah..handy during times like these." Lillandlian answered, his common chant discordant and oddly wavering.

Shokhrakka could feel and see the muscles of both fused bodies tense as his companion was forced to pause walking, completely overcome by more pressing issues than a light conversation.

"hhhh HA-PTSSSCHH! hheehh-PTSSSCHHih! hhiH-KDZSSSCHhieh!" The sneezes caused his upper body to bent forward almost violently and echoed wetly into the shelter of his cupped hands.

"You wanted to unseat me? Almost managed to!" Shokhrakka scoffed as the Taurs front hoofs scraped the iced ground while his tail traced angry luminescent trails behind them.

"Excuse me." Lillandlian answered, dignity overridden by urgent wet sniffs and the repulsed shake of his soiled hands.

The gesture caused Shokhrakka to laugh even harder.

Granting his friend this small outburst of mirth, the Taur went on, crisp moss and long gone dead twigs rustling aside with every tiring step. He felt ashamed for admitting it but the short period of carrying the heavy Orc clad with even heavier armory had robbed his last strength. His steps had started to waver, muscles trembling and strained so hard every cord had become apparent beneath his silvery fur. Body shaking not only by the cold that had taken advantage of his already weakened state but pure exhaustion.

Yet he did not want to let his friend unintentionally harm an environment so deeply flourished by magic it had called out for him from afar and now hummed in unison with his quickened heartbeat. The forests ballad had promised shelter from their pursuers but also a bloody revenge for violation of its unspoken rules.

A sharp tickle suddenly sparked deep in his sinuses disturbed his train of thoughts as he stumbled forward, front legs buckling with the force of the following expulsions.

"hhah-ADZSSSCHHhhh! -TDZSSSSCHiieh!"

"Fuck now you nearly had me flying, Lilly." The comforting hand steadying the Taurs shoulder betrayed Shokhrakkas mocking tone. Warm and strong it was vowing for protection and aid.

"Forgive me." Lillandlian replied, voice breathless.

"Nah nothing to forgive. C´mon, I´ll walk."

Lillandlian could not suppress the sight of relive as he felt the crushing weight carefully sliding down his back. Ever so quiet it did not escape the Orcs keen sense of hearing.

"Damn, knew I´m too heavy for you." He grumbled while walking a devastating semicircle through the local flora to face his companions front. The Taur cringed at the feeble cries of crushed sprouts underneath Shokhrakkas massive boots.

"Please watch your step, you are damaging the offspring of the dead."

"What?"

"Those plants you just walked over. Some won´t recover."

"The whole shitplace is one giant plant. Kinda hard not to touch anything." Shokhrakka snarled in growing annoyance.

"It is not about touching." Lillandlian sighted. "Please, I did not mean to start a fight."

"If I was fighting, you and your beloved forest would know." The Orc grumbled, neither understanding the scolding nor his friends seemingly endless care for anything regarding nature.

"Further in or this area does not make much of a difference anymore. We can st-huh-excuse-hdt-KDZZZSSSCH!...Stay-heh-re- HEH-IDZZSCHH-IIIEH! Snnfff -my apologies. Stay here all the same." The Taur shook his head in aversion of the warm moisture that had whetted his hastily raised hands and most likely sprayed all nearby surroundings as well.

"You got a lot of those lately." Shokhrakka remarked, now too worried to enjoy his friends exaggerated distaste and embarrassment at something so trivial as a sneeze.

"It´s cold." Lillandlian replied flatly, his shuddering body and azure hued lips speaking for themselves.

As an answer Shokhrakka loosened the lacing of his soft furry poncho, draped it over his friends trembling bestial half and closed it around his upper waist.

"D-d-don´t you snffff need it yours-s-self?"

"No. Watch it, nose is dripping all over your precious plants." The Orc grinned.

Choosing not to respond to this observation, the Taurs sour grimace was quickly hidden behind his sleeve, graceful legs prancing in place.

"Thank you. I shall start now..."

With that announcement he walked forth through the now gently swaying ocean of greens, searching for a spot to let it thrive even further. He found it only a few steps away, feathery ferns prospering in a bed of moss coated by fine layers of fir needles.

With a deep breath Lillandlian let his senses melt with the ambiance surrounding him. The air was still cool but instead of biting sharply it was now mellow with the familiar warmth of deepest woodland, soothingly fragrant with the resinous smell of wood and ancient times.

A gentle breeze breathed through the branches above, carrying the chant of another descending night that fused with his pulsating heart. Tingling magic rose with every slow and steady beat, embracing him with it´s familiar energy. Growing grass gently caressed his ankles, ascended further up his slender legs only to playfully tickle his firm chest, causing fine ethereal hairs to stand erect. Thorny branches matured even further, gaining height and strength while turning towards the superior treetops to form a hollow both impenetrable and protective.

Eyes still closed Lillandlian felt it forming a shelter around him, soft now blooming moss simultaneously thickening to a mattress sprinkled with lilac stars sparkling out of a sky deeply green. Despite his exhaustion he felt whole again for a moment, almost revitalized within natures strong grasp.

Full lips drawn into a content smile the Druid opened his crimson glowing eyes and raised a welcoming hand towards Shokhrakka, who still marveled at the Druids creation.

The Orc entered their freshly blossomed hideout with atypical hesitation, the echo of power almost palpable within its dim entrails.

"It is not wise to spark a fire within these woods or do other grave damage. Same will go for robbing the forests fruits without permission. As long as we stay considerate of those rules we will be safe and accepted." The Taur explained.

Later, after eating meager leftovers and bothering with even more mundane needs, both where readying themselves for a promising slumber. Shokhrakka, who had formerly intended to heed his companions enigmatic advice without further comment, could not help but notice Lillandlians increased shivering and general worsened condition. He had seen deep violet shadows under his friends sunken eyes and pallid alabaster skin marbled grey with fatigue before nightfall's pitch black cloak had veiled the Taurs frame. His friend had barely eaten, each piece of dry bread nearly the cause of a new coughing fit. Now, leaned against his trembling body, Shokhrakka could detect an alarming wheeze in wake of most breaths.

He was about to discuss the merits of even a small campfire when Lillandlians breath started to hitch and waver erratically. The Centaurs animal chest and solid belly started to heave and expand in response, softly vibrating against Shokhrakkas back.

"Heh... hhh hnght-uh!.. heh-kgnxt-hah..." Shaken by the suppressed force Lillandlians upper half had bend down despite his best efforts to be as unobtrusive as possible. Mocking these intentions even further, the vicious tickle refused to pass and started to rise again only moments after the last release.

"hhh- ...HEH-ngxdt-hah!" Even more intense than before the sneeze caused a sharp bolt of pain through his nasal passages up to his forehead and bent him forward, yet the prickling irritation seemed indomitable.

"Fucking hell Lilly, stop doing that!"

"I´m sorry, cand´t help ih-hhah... HAH-KNGXT!..." This one left him dizzy, head spinning while he hesitantly released the rigorous grip arresting his stubborn nose. "The itch won´t stop..." He admitted ruefully.

"Not the sneezing. It´s bad holding them in like that. Even listening hurts." Shokhrakka replied a little softer.

"Oh..." Lillandlian breathed.

"Oh!" The Orc mimicked and leaned back again.

Only a few heartbeats later he felt the expanse of another urgent inhale accompanied by the slight tug of arms raised in haste.

"hhh-HEPTSCHih!...-HAH-PTSCHieh!.....hah...HEH-hah?!"

"Just out with it."

"Thadt´s ndot so eah...-hh hhh HH-HAH~DZSCHIIIEW!...Snnff... My apologies... Snnf... I believe it has stopped..."

Shokhrakka wordlessly patted his companions flank and closed his eyes once more. Enjoying the newly descending silence as well as his friends company which finally managed to gently appease his vigilant senses towards a much needed sleep.

[sparkles-and-trash]

Stalker, Chapter 1

A Sweet Pea x Reader fanfiction

“...little bit of poison in me, I can taste your skin in my teeth” 

Warnings: Abusive behavior (stalking), swearing, sexual content in later chapters

Notes: Tag list is still open, let me know if you want to be on it!

Ships: Sweet Pea x Reader, Kevin x Fangs (later chapters), Choni, Bughead, Varchie

Summary: Y/N have been living in the Southside of Riverdale for about six months, but as her recently divorced mother meets a new, wealthy man on the Northside of town that Y/N can’t stand, she finds herself basically living alone in their old house near the trailerpark. Luckily she have her two best friends, Cheryl Blossom and Kevin Keller to keep her company, and a blossoming crush on a certain tall, dark, brooding Serpent boy to keep her busy. But just as her life seems to be getting back on track, she starts getting weird notes, letters and pictures delivered to her, and as the feeling of being followed seems to be very real, she gets help from unexpected places and people to keep her safe, and to find out who is stalking her.

Sweet Pea’s POV 

There were times in Sweet Pea’s life he was glad he listened to his friends advice. 

Like the time he started seeing a tutor, and found out he was dyslexic, not just stupid as he had always thought. 

Or the time Fangs and Toni had literally tricked him into trying out for their High Schools basketball team last spring. 

Then, there were times they were simply wrong, and he should have listened to his gut and done what he wanted all along.

Like tonight, for example. 

Going to parties with people from school was something Sweet Pea usually wouldn’t even think about doing, but this one was held at the home of Toni’s girlfriend, Cheryl, and he had been led to think this one wouldn’t be that bad. 

But, of course it turned out like every other party. Beer kegs, jocks in letterman jackets, girls in way too skimpy outfits and too high heels stumbling around like drunk deers, giggling at everything and nothing. 

So, that’s why the tall Serpent was currently standing with Fangs in a dark corner of the living room, hoping to God that Fangs would come to his senses and agree to  go home soon. 

It didn’t really seems like it though, as the shorter boy was standing next to him with a small smile on his face, nodding his head to the stupid music and looking like he was having a jolly old time. 

Sweet Pea had no idea how he did it. 

“Come on, Pea, come mingle with me!” Fangs said and lightly shoved the taller boy with his shoulder. 

Sweet Pea looked at Fangs like he had grown, well... Fangs. 

“Mingle?! Are you serious right now?” Sweet Pea shook his head violently. 

Fangs rolled his eyes and kept dancing lightly to the music, mouthing the words to himself.

“Yes, grumpy, mingle!” he said and rolled his eyes. “There are plenty of nice people here, you just gotta stop staring everyone down!” 

Sweet Pea raised his eyebrows at his friends and smirked.

“Plenty? You and I both know there’s only one person you’re looking for, and I think I saw him with Lodge and Y/N earlier, he looked like he was in a real party mood.” 

Fangs blushed real bad, real fast, and Sweet Pea was pleased with himself for a few seconds, until he spotted something that made him furrow his brows. 

A familiar girl was leaning against the doorframe into the living room, looking horribly pale and wobbly, even though she wasn’t even wearing high heels and were not holding a drink, like most of the other wobbly girls around them. 

Suddenly their eyes met, and he felt a small jolt rush trough his body as he realized who she was, and he quickly averted his eyes so she wouldn’t see him blush. 

But then she started moving towards them, and he realized something seemed... off. 

“Hey, Fangs, have you ever seen Y/N drunk before?” he asked his friend, as he furrowed his brows, watching the girls moving towards them. 

Fangs grinned stupidly. 

“What, think you have a chance if she’s drunk?” he asked, but his grin quickly faded as Y/N reached them, and almost fell straight to the ground. 

"Woah!” Sweet Pea yelled, and shot forward to grab her, and luckily Fangs did the same, so they managed to hold her up from sinking into a heap. 

“Yo, Y/N, you okay?” Fangs asked, eyes wide as saucers. 

“Cheryl... Kevin?” Y/N mumbled in a slurring voice, looking up at Sweet Pea with a pleading look in her eyes. 

“You want us to get Cheryl?” Fangs asked, looking at Sweet Pea with a worried look on his face. 

The girl was quiet for a while, just looking at the with a glazed look. 

“Sweet Pea... Fangs, I-I-hhh...” she clearly tired to say something else, but her voice trailed off, and Sweet Pea felt a growing sense of dread looking at her. 

“Yeah...” he said carefully, but not carefully enough it seemed, as Y/N gasped softly, and staggered straight into the wall next to them. 

“Hey!” Fangs gasped, and shot forward to grab her arm.

“It’s okay, don’t run!” he added softly, and luckily the girls stopped, and once again looked at the two boys with a hazed look on her face. 

“Someone…” the girl whispered, looking between them with huge eyes,  “Someone is following me…” 

Fangs and Sweet Pea exchanged wide eyed glances, before looking around the room to see if anyone was watching them, but none of them could spot any obvious starers. 

“...put something in my beer, I think… they’re here, they are watching… always watching…” she trailed off, before she put her hands in front of her face, as if trying to hide from the whole party. 

“Okay, I’m getting Cheryl, and Toni, and maybe Kevin.” Fangs said, and Sweet Pea nodded.

“I think there’s a guest bedroom on the second floor, next to the bathroom, see if you can take her there, maybe?” he added, and Sweet Pea once again nodded. 

As Fangs went to look for her friends, Sweet Pea put her arm around Y/N’s waist, trying to both hold her up, and guide her in the right direction at the same time. 

After a little stumbling and a couple of almost falls, he managed to get her to the staircase, but looking up at it, he realized she would never be able to walk up it on her own. 

“Y/N?” He said carefully, and she turned her head slowly, looking up at him with her big, tired eyes. 

“I think I’m gonna have to carry you upstairs, is that okay?” he asked, feeling terribly awkward and stupid, scratching the back of his neck. 

But Y/N nodded and mumbled something that sounded like “thanks...” and leaned her head on his shoulder, clearly not able to stay on her feet much longer. 

Sweet Pea looked around quickly and sighed, relived nobody seemed to be around to see this as he knew very well how it had to look, before he, as carefully as he could, lifted Y/N off her feet and carried her up the stairs, bridal style. 

The guest bedroom was right were Fangs had said it would be, and Sweet Pea slowly laid Y/N down on the big four poster bed, careful not to startle her. 

She seemed to be asleep though, and he sat down carefully at the bedside, looking at her intently to make sure she was still breathing. 

It was strange really, seeing her like this. They weren’t that close or anything, but he did consider her a friend, as she hung out at the Whyrm with Cheryl and Toni a lot, and lived at the Southside of town like him. 

She was usually laughing or smiling, her weird dark humor keeping everyone around er entertained and sometimes frighted, and she never let anyone walk around sad and alone, which was one of the reasons Sweet Pea had taken an interest in her in the first place. 

It was sad really, seeing someone so alive and fun like this, all worn out and scared. 

Just as he got up from the bedside to check if Fangs had found the others, the door shot up and four loud, confused, and rather desperate people shit into the room. 

“How is she?” Cheryl asked ask she pushed Sweet Pea out of the way to sit down on the bedside he had just gotten up from. 

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes a little, but tried to tell himself she was just worried about her friend. 

“She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.” he said, and looked over at Y/N’s sleeping form with a sinking feeling. 

“What happened, exactly?” Kevin asked softly, looking up at Sweet Pea. 

“Fangs said it seemed like she was drugged, and that she was scared..?” he added, looking over at his best friend with a sad look in in eyes. 

“She’s clearly been roofied!” Cheryl said, as she brushed some hair out of Y/N’s face and got up. 

Toni, who up until this moment had been quiet, looked over at Sweet Pea and Fangs with a serious frown. 

“Did she say anything about who might have done this?” she asked, and Fangs shook his head. 

“No, she just said some real weird shit, something about someone following her, watching her everywhere... it was really creepy.” He said and looked up at Sweet Pea, who nodded in agreement. 

“What, like a stalker or something?” Kevin asked with wide eyes. 

Sweet Pea shrugged. 

“Yeah, I guess, do you know about anything weird that’s been going on with her lately?” he asked, and Kevin just shook his head. 

“How do we know it’s not just because of the drugs, she might be hallucinating?” Fangs asked, looking between his friends with raised eyebrows.

Toni shook her head. 

“I don’t think roofies does that…”

But before she could continue, a small noice from Y/N made Sweet Pea look over at her, and his eyes widen as he realized she was trying to sit up, and he quickly told everyone to shut up as he hurried over to her side. 

She slowly reached out a shaky hand and handed him a small crumpled piece of paper that she clearly had been holding onto. 

“At the bottom of my drink…” she mumbled, before falling back again, closing her eyes and breathing softly, sound asleep once again. 

The entire room was quiet as the Sweet Pea slowly unfolded the note, and everyone leaned in to see what it was.

As he read it, Sweet Pea felt a like a cold hand had just brushed against him, and he shivered a bit. 

Kevin had his hand over his mouth, and Toni and Kevin’s eyes were huge, while Cheryl looked like she was ready to kill. 

The words were not not really that scary, but in a shaky, childish handwriting, and in the context of things, it still made them all feel uneasy and worried.

“TAG, YOU’RE IT MY DARLING… READY OR NOT, HERE I COME”

“What the actual fuck?!” Kevin hissed, and snatched the note from Sweet Pea’s grip. 

Before anyone else got to weigh in, Cheryl had clapped her hans twice, getting everyones attention. 

“Okay, time to work!” she said and Toni grinned slightly. 

“TT, Kevin, you come with me, help me get all these sheeps out of my house. Party’s over.” 

Toni and Kevin nodded. 

“Fangs, you go look for Bughead and get them to stay, they’re into shit like this, right? Maybe they’ll have any ideas to who could be doing this to dear Y/N, we’ll talk about it in the morning.” 

Fangs nodded, with big eyes. 

“And you,” Cheryl said, and pointed to Sweet Pea, “you’re big and scary, stay here with Y/N, and kill anyone who’s not any of us who tries to get in here, and make sure she’s breathing, ok?” 

Sweet Pea crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but nodded anyways. 

Honestly, he wasn’t planning on leaving Y/N’s side no matter what Cheryl told him. 

“When everything is done, you come back here, and we’ll talk in the hallway so we don’t disturb her.” Cheryl finished, before ushering everyone but Sweet Pea out of the room.

She stopped in the doorway, and looked back at him. 

“Find me if she gets worse, and don’t you dare be a creep.” she warned.

“What the fuck Cheryl, i’m the one who got her up here!” Sweet Pea hissed, and Cheryl sighed.

“I know, okay? Thank you for that.” 

And with that she was gone, and Sweet Pea was once again alone with the sleeping girl. 

He had a feeling he wasn’t gonna get much sleep tonight. 

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[galileosunshine]

All of them :)

Oh boy, here we go. SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LONG ^^;;

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffe mugs bc I’m kinda afraid of breaking teacups or wine glasses, and I just don’t like water bottles or soda cans! XD

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Depends on my mood ^^

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

COTTON CANDY! They are magical.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was always the teacher’s pet ahaha

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass cups!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Formal! I don’t think I’d look good in the other styles

7. earbuds or headphones?

Aaah I love headphones but they’re expensive... so I have earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

generally movies unless I get super invested in a tv show!

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Watermelons!

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None of them lol (I guess I was decent at basketball)

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs and toast with strawberry jam

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I don’t really make playlists! I usually listen by album or artist!

13. lanyard or key ring?

Hmm... key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Sour skittles or sour punch straw bites!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

East of Eden by John Steinbeck. A truly remarkable story about man’s free will in choosing good or evil 

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Seiza

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

The ones I have now. They’re brown leather shoes that can pass as formal but aren’t really XD

18. ideal weather?

Sunny but cool!

19. sleeping position?

On my right side with one arm under my pillow!

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

In a notebook

21. obsession from childhood?

Idk if I have any... an interest in space?

22. role model?

My mom. She’s a strong woman

23. strange habits?

After I eat a plum I like to keep the pit in my mouth and suck on it for like... an hour.... (or more...)

24. favorite crystal?

Peacock ore (idk crystals well but on a buzzfeed quiz that’s what I picked)

25. first song you remember hearing?

My mom singing to me in Chinese “This is the day that the Lord hath made”

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Eat watermelon

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

....cuddle ^^;

28. five songs to describe you?

Aaahhh..... 

Aoi Chi, and Hoshi wo Otosu by Galileo Galilei

Ashita ni wa Subete ga Owaru Toshite by Kinoko Teikoku

Mayonaka no Orchestra by Aqua Timez

Light Delight by Poppin’ Party

29. best way to bond with you?

Listen to Galileo Galilei with me... but this might be asking a bit much so I wouldn’t push it. Next would be, watching anime together? ^^;

30. places that you find sacred?

religious structures/monuments, graves and cemeteries, the usual sacred places...  and anyone’s personal bookshelf. 

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I don’t wanna kick ass or take names :(

32. top five favorite vines?

THERE’S TOO MANY I LIKE and I don’t keep track of them!!!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“Hhh...” “Asghkjsdjf;as”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Not really, I don’t watch tv much anymore

35. average time you fall asleep?

2-3 a.m.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

... don’t remember

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

depends on mood!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Idk...

41. last person you texted?

My twin

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets!!!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie or cardigan!

44. favorite scent for soap?

I like my pomegranate one rn ^^

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

oooh... sci-fi or superhero!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my gym shorts from middle school and a thin t-shirt XD

47. favorite type of cheese?

Gah I don’t like cheese by itself much or in large concentrations

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I don’t know! I tried asking my friends this too but they couldn’t say either lol

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and if you ever are, always make amends.” That or, “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Ahhh... I can’t remember but it was probably sometime hanging out with friends

51. current stresses?

My exams hhh....

52. favorite font?

No preference ^^;

53. what is the current state of your hands?

?? mine are kinda rough and dry....

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Don’t try to take on everything by yourself. 

55. favorite fairy tale?

Journey to the West (Sun Wu Kong), although this may be too long to count as a fairy tale aha...

56. favorite tradition?

The entire holiday of Christmas :D

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

The death of my dad was the hardest thing I ever had to overcome and nothing else really comes close enough to that that I can rank on the same level :(

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Learning the piano and Japanese, and ah...

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Yay I did it!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

A soft, slowburn romantic comedy uwu

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Aaahhh way too much to pick...

62. seven characters you relate to?

Arima Kousei (YLiA), Riko Sakurauchi (Love Live!), Sayo Hikawa (Bandori), Mabuchi Kou (Ao Haru), Nana Daiba (Revue Starlight), Takuto (Star Driver (don’t really relate but I really like him)), Kaoru (Sakamichi no Apollon)

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Pop Spice and Upper Tune by YKMM, and.... many GARNiDELiA songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

AQWorlds....

65. any permanent scars?

It looks like a bald spot on my eyebrow. From when I tripped and bashed my head on an armchair ^^;;

66. favorite flower(s)?

Lilies, cherry blossoms, azaleas

67. good luck charms?

small trinkets that friends have given me ^^

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Asparagus for food!! and.... eggnog for drink?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

can’t think of one XD

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

not sure what this means... XD

72. worst subject?

probably... English lit. 

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I don’t have any I’m not a very adventurous person with food XD

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Probably like... 7 or 8

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Waah I don’t remember!

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Waffle fries!!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Succulents!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi from a grocery store XD

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

I can’t make out the picture on my school id now cus it’s so faded, so... drivers license XD

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Like to wear? I find jewel tones more pleasing but... earth tones probably suit me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I kinda use both...

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

I didn’t play with either but barbie if I had to choose!

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!!!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Chocolate chip cookies only and if not, cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

Being alone in life...

88. your greatest wish?

To make my friends and family happy!

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My twin brother and my significant other if I had one!

90. luckiest mistake?

um... can’t think of one

91. boxes or bags?

This is weird... they suit different situations and needs!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Lamps

93. nicknames?

Joey mainly, but I’ve had Josie before ^^

94. favorite season?

Fall in terms of weather but summer bc no school and I can see friends!

95. favorite app on your phone?

Twitter.... or SIF

96. desktop background?

A piece of art for YLiA

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

3

98. favorite historical era?

Tang Dynasty China or Ancient Greece!

[alo-piss-trancy]

hey idk if you’re still taking drabble requests, but if so how about sakura from dr desperate during a class trial (since she’s always picked to spend the entire investigation time guarding the body she probably wouldn’t have time to go the bathroom beforehand, and the trials can get really long)

((Thank you anon, you knew the girl after my own heart! 💛 I hope you enjoy this! My memory's a bit hazy on the order of the early trials and I didn't want to get bogged down with extra details, so I kept it vague. I enjoyed writing it though! Also once again, it broke my under 1,000 goal. I guess I should have made it 2,000 since that's what all of these keep hitting lmao ))

A body's strength is only half the battle. Strength of the mind is just as important. My mind is strong, and my willpower nearly unmatched. I will get through this.

Yes, this was merely another test of her abilities, and she refused to fail. She wouldn't lose when there was so much more at stake.

When her core was already so tight, so firm, any minor distension was noticeable. The waistband of her skirt was crushing her bladder in its coil, every breath tightening the cinch. She was grateful that the podium hid her abdomen from view, spare the peers on her left and right. Luckily, those few were also too busy to pay her any heed, each focused on the ongoing debate in front of them.

The debate. Yes, she had to focus on that. One of their peers, their friends had died today, and she could not allow her soul to rest without finding out who the killer was. If they didn't choose correctly, they were all doomed. Her swollen abdomen may be screaming at her, but her righteous anger at the injustice of this situation screamed even louder, and she held her stance, peering at Naegi as he kept speaking.

He has been quite skilled in our past debates. Surely this will not take too much time, as long as he has a decent hunch.

She herself had her own hunch, but there was no point in interrupting now. All who stood on this floor deserved an equal chance to speak. Listening calmly was far more productive than shouting over one another and delaying the process.

Another wave of pressure rammed through her, and she felt herself begin to sweat from the strain of remaining in position. Tickling beads of liquid, rolling slowly down her back, or dampening her hairline. Her thighs were still apart in her usual stance, and that distance didn't help ease the desperate throbbing between her legs. Delaying the process. This whole incident today had delayed her...

She had never exactly asked to be appointed bodyguard (in the most literal sense). It had just been the duty expected of her. Yes, she was arguably the most capable, and with her strength and strong moral compass nothing would happen to their fallen comrades, but it...wasn't the most convenient job. Standing in one place for hours at a time, especially when she was called into action suddenly, without any prior warning, could make for some unfortunate circumstances. The fact that she was always stuck next to Mondo as well only made things worse.

Yes, on some levels she respected him, but he was also hot-headed and had far too large of an ego. He loved to tease his peers, especially for needs he considered 'weak.' So she'd had no plans of giving him the satisfaction, even if it would have given her the chance to leave before the trial had started.

Besides, leaving her post, betraying her duty of protecting their fallen comrades, who were often mutilated enough already, would have been a disgrace, spitting on her very honour. If anything had happened to their sacred corpses while she was gone, she couldn't have forgiven herse-

"Hey, why are you pointing at me, Naegi?!? Sakura looks pretty suspicious!"

She'd been too lost in her thoughts to place the voice, but now she was all too aware of the cluster of eyes set on her. She wasn't usually the type to feel flustered under pressure, but in this moment, it was difficult to shrug off the scrutinizing attention.

"Wh-What?" She shouldn't have stuttered. She never stuttered. Fighting to summon a glare, she cast it over everyone in the room. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"

"I said you look suspicious!" Naegi tried to interrupt their peer, but they brushed the puny boy off and continued. "See, look how badly she's sweating! I think she's shaking too! She has to be the killer!"

The same moment that the accusatory finger lunged to point at her, all of the water and protein shakes in her bladder seemed to lunge for the exit, plummeting with such a vicious sensation that she found herself gasping and flinching to press her hands against the podium. Adding pressure against the wood and ducking her head was the only way to ride out the wave without grasping herself, every muscle tensed as tightly as they would go.

I have the strength of a dam. I can hold an ocean back.

That thought didn't ease the throbbing pain, and she had to force herself to straighten back up, even as she moved her legs to finally press together behind the podium. Her accuser was right, her body was trembling. A structure that should have been solid, unshakeable, and she was quivering like cherry blossoms in a storm.

"I'm not...not..." Damn it, she could barely think clearly enough to speak in her own defense, every ounce of her mind occupied with keeping a different kind of defense up. One that was rapidly weakening. Every breath brought fresh, burning waves through her, forcing her to pant. All of those years training, and they hadn't prepared her for this...

"Naegi's right, she's not the killer! Sakura would never do that!" Aoi's voice cut through the chatter for a few seconds, the only sound that could distract her. "Sakura, what's wrong?" It was then that she was aware Aoi had turned her focus directly towards her, and her own face blazed hotter than the sun.

"I..." How could she make such a shameful admission in front of everyone? She would rather d-

No. That is no longer a simple expression here.

It could be a very real consequence of her actions. Not just for her, but for Hina, and the others. With that perspective, it would be even more shameful to hold her pride as of higher importance than their safety...

"Sakura? Come on, work with me here! Naegi and I can't defend your good name if we don't kno-"

"My apologies, dear Hina...I should not be keeping secrets from you, from all of you, during such dire circumstances." It was extremely difficult to keep her voice steady while her body waged a war, but she was determined not to whimper, not to stutter again. If she was going to lose her dignity here, then she would. With dignity. "The truth is...I am in dire need of a restroom." She couldn't bring herself to look anyone else in the eyes, only glancing at Hina with the slightest smile she could muster. It vanished a moment later, when she was forced to grip the podium against another wave.

"I apologize for the interruption. Please continue the debate, Naegi." It was hissed through gritted teeth, and she couldn't see his reaction as her hair fell into her eyes, clinging to her face in sweaty strands.

"Hold on!" Aoi piped up, raising her hand. "Monokuma, if it's this bad, can she take one of those court recesses real quick!?! Just, like, a couple minutes tops!"

The ursine demon only cackled, clapping his paws together. "Hell no! No one leaves this room under any circumstances, no matter how silly! You think I would actually trust you kids with the oldest excuse in the book!?! I'm not that stupid, ho-ho-ho!"

"But-"

"No buts! Those are the rules! And if you break them, you know what happens...~"

The swimmer was too good to her. Much too good, considering they barely knew each other...Fighting back a grimace, she glanced over at Aoi again, hoping she sounded less grim than she felt. "It's alright, Hina. Don't concern yourself with my fate. Our...ah!-priority is finding the killer. Focus on that."

"Hhh...I guess you're right..." Aoi mumbled, tapping her fingers together. "But don't worry! We'll finish this trial super fast, and then you can-"

"No!" She'd meant to object to Hina's statement, but at that very moment, a wave of pain finally broke her control, the first squirt of urine gushing out to wet her underwear. Cringing, she squeezed her thighs together and hunched over, although it barely relieved the pain. "Hina, do not rush this for my sake! The fate that befalls me is nowhere near the risk that will befall you if we get the vote wrong." It was growing even more difficult to speak, every word plagued by the agony overtaking her body. But she had to make the girl understand. She had to be clear.

I will not let my own needs overtake the needs of the class.

There was only one course of action. One that was about to happen any moment anyway. Her control was already slipping further, tiny leaks filling her undergarments no matter how tightly she clenched. Feeling her eyes begin to water from both shame and pain, she closed them, hunching against the podium and slowly parting her legs to gain a more balanced stance. Her body was already weak, and it needed no further coaxing to relax completely, her shoulders slumping as she laid her head against the wooden surface.

It started like the warm summer creeks she used to see in the woods, flowing into her clothes and running along the skirt to caress her legs in slow, meandering paths. But within mere moments, it picked up speed, and soon the very waterfall she used to sit under was gushing between her legs, pattering and splattering onto the floor. The sound was akin to thunder in the otherwise silent room (or perhaps it wasn't silent. She only knew that she was trying to block out her surroundings with meditation). The puddle was surely growing, seeping towards her shoes, and when she opened her eyes to check, Hina was stepping back, trying to avoid the flood reaching her own podium. That inconvenience only made her skin burn hotter, and she glanced away, choosing to stare at the floor as ragged pants choked out any attempt at an apology.

As humbling as this experience was though, she couldn't ignore the blooming relief in her chest. Denial often resulted in the most fulfilling rewards, and this event was no exception. To finally empty her bladder after all of that suffering, even in such an inconvenient place, was nearly a high. Being a beacon of strength all the time was exhausting and tense. The chance to unwind, to revel in weakness for just a moment, was almost relaxing, and she found a long sigh escaped her lips as the stream began slowing down. Without the additional force propelling it, the weakest streams once again chose to cling to her legs, a comforting heat in the cold courtroom.

Like most heat though, the warmth was fleeting, and as she finally finished relieving herself, that chill began to seep into her bones, accompanied by the stunned murmurs around the room. Shock. Open disgust. Judgement. Confusion.

Mocking laughter, barking and loud, from the beast in the chair. A gavel pounding the surface in unbridled glee. "You actually pissed yourself! I thought I'd seen it all, but here we are, fwupupu!!!" More laughter. When the creature spoke again, he was nearly wheezing. "Well, I guess when urine trouble, there's only one way out! Get it! Didj'ya'll get it!?! Ho-ho-ho!!! Hee-hee-hee!!!"

"Sakura..." Hina stepped around the podium and the puddle, navigating until she could put a slender hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay? Don't worry, it's not a big deal! Why, just last year, I was at a swim meet, and the locker rooms were, well, locked! And I totally-"

"HEY!!! GET YOUR BUTT BACK IN YOUR OWN SPOT, OR ALL OF YOU WILL HAVE HELL TO PAY!" Monokuma screeched, bashing the gavel against wood until she could feel a headache begin to form. "JUST BECAUSE THAT ONE AMUSED ME DOESN'T MEAN WE AREN'T STILL IN A TRIAL! DON'T WASTE TIME!!!"

Clenching her fist at the nuisance's words, she forced a thin smile, nodding her head for the girl to leave. "It's alright, dear Hina. Let us finish the debate."

"Okay..."

With Aoi back in her place, and the urgency of their mission back in the forefront of their minds, she took a deep breath, crossing her arms back over her chest. It was difficult not to shudder at the sopping texture clinging to her thighs and bunching up under her skirt, but her focus couldn't be spared right now. She had to give all of her attention to Naegi as he began speaking again, listen carefully to the interruptions from other peers. They had to find the killer, and soon, before Monokuma became bored again.

Aoi was still looking at her, she noticed. Every few minutes, when the girl thought she wasn't paying attention. There was...such pity in those glimmering eyes...

You need not pity me, dear Hina. When it comes to your safety, and everyone else's, I would make any sacrifice necessary. Whatever is needed to protect those kinder and stronger than me...