#background-knowledge

[underlock-and-key]

Is this thing working..? Ah, there we go!

Hello, internet! Good day, good day to you all! I am honoured to be here in your company!

I am Key Ness Monster, 16th Sinner of the LCBB — I prefer He/They pronouns, by the way — and was recommended this app by a coworker of mine. Supposedly, this will make us more well known and our efforts will get more recognition? Ha, we’ll have to see!

Please, go ahead, ask me things! I am here to entertain any and all questions you may have.

[Rules and other information under the cut, ref included!]

// < — like most ask blogs, these will be used to indicate when the admin (sunbeam) is talking (@itzme-thefaust) . admin has never ran an ask blog on their own before so this will be fun

// this is an ask blog for my funny little oc guy based on RGB from The Property of Hate which u should absolutely PLEASE read if u haven’t already it’s so good

// admin also has a full bus of OC sinners that don’t get dedicated ask blogs but will be eluded to or make appearances, feel free to ask about those ones too!

//but now is the time to stop being fun we have to set some rules and give some information

This account will be mainly text-only, with occasional added artwork. Only asks with artwork included will include any main tags.

Other OC interactions welcome! Pretty much any interactions should be acceptable.

Asks that cross a line into explicit sexual territory will not be answered - sexual jokes, so long as the admin interprets them as harmless jokes, are allowed.

There is a high chance this account will contain spoilers for Project Moon media outside of Limbus Company, alongside spoilers for Limbus itself. Spoilers will be tagged, but some things may be missed, so please be cautious.

Blog tags:

#keyscripts — Generic main ask tag.

#line-rehearsal — Text-post tag.

#red-sheets — Art tag.

#sunbeamjumpscare — Admin tag.

#background-knowledge — Reblog tag.

// and finally, reward for reading everything :

// FULL REFERENCE PICTUREEEE

// may update this in the future if needed, but for now, go!! harass him!! have fun!!!

[chasiufan]

Nobody’s gonna buy ur 599$ marketable plushie stop tryna sell it to us -_-

[evilkitten3]

it would've been really funny if madara had just kept using words naruto didn't know and obito kept pausing to explain them to him, with the words getting more and more obscure each time and naruto starting to just automatically look to obito for help all while obito wonders if one or both of them is messing with him but they're genuinely dead serious

[underlock-and-key]

So I only need to complete one, thank goodness… thank you for the clarification, it is, much appreciated.

Is there a definitive minimum number of Prescripts that have to be fulfilled each week..? It’s encouraged to fulfil at least one, yes, but that doesn’t feel very specific. How many are expected of us?

— @underlock-and-key

Unless specified otherwise, you are welcome to complete as many as you would like. The instructions I have been given state that completion of at least one should be satisfactory in most cases, but whether you will receive "bonus points" for completing multiple I cannot guarantee. Of course, you may choose to ignore them as well, however I would be unable to help you if you choose to do so. The consequences, if there are any, I cannot predict.

[superrosebudboy]

I think something I find really delightful about jayvik is that, for all intents and purposes, they are perfectly set up for enemies to lovers friends. Like they're from two opposing cities that are constantly in tension, and while Jayce doesn't come from the wealthiest family, he still is from a respectable house, whereas Viktor more or less had to claw his way up from the bottom. They absolutely could have a sort of rivalry or resentment between them, but they just don't because they inherently respect each other. The fact that these two men choose to respect and love each other (platonically or romantically or however you see it) is so interesting and dynamic. The show doesn't brush Jayce's ignorance aside (with viktor's "I'm from the undercity") but it also doesn't make viktor resentful, spiteful, or jealous of Jayce's "golden boy" status or his upbringing. These two men decide to work together, to respect each other, to love each other, and I find that so refreshing.

[star-shaped-froot-loops]

fan art of @puppyeared ‘s human loop design!!! (Hope you don’t mind the @!) I think they’re so so fashionable and cool I audibly gasped when I saw them for the first time I had to draw them

it took me months to finish this cause I kept procrastinating but it’s done!!! Please accept my offering!!!!!! Love your art so much!!!!!!!!!!

[haleyusesherwords]

Titan Takedown is solidifying itself as my go-to recommendation for someone interested in DnD media but who is totally new to the game and maybe isn’t the biggest fantasy fan

Sure if someone like dragons and fairies and wizards then there are plenty of other DnD properties for them to explore that will have enough elves and magic curses to draw them in

But if the fantasy isn’t the draw to the game, Titan Takedown is the PERFECT introduction:

Brennan explains the mechanics frequently because the players are learning as they go

The setting of Ancient Greece has enough recognizable background characters to ensure everyone can follow who the NPCs are

There is enough lore and fighting every episode to keep people engaged

And of course every one of the WWE wrestlers is having a blast playing which just makes it fun to watch

They just made so many good choices for this campaign, I love it

[canonical-transformation]

What is genshin lore even about 😭

(CW: unhelpful tongue in cheek. My best attempt at "accurate" but it depends which in game lore you trust.)

Firstly, Teyvat has its own "laws", so write that down.

Among the greatest of these laws is Fate, which the god of wisdom calls "the ultimate knowledge" because we... we don't know the future? Fate cannot be changed; also, Fate can be changed, and subverted, and superceded, if you try hard enough. Fate is inscribed wrITTEN in the sTaRS of the (false?) sky, which seems to be where the Shades live.

Fate is also the Ley Lines, which are memory, which is artifacts; memory is also Ararakalari, which is good for defeating Big Iron Chunks. If you don't have Ley Lines, use a dying angel and a cursed immortal soldier to make your own. If you don't have these, an Alberich will do, too.

Another law of Teyvat is stop trying to make gestalt consciousnesses. It didn't work for King Remus, it didn't work for Rene de Petrichor and his Narzissekreuz Ordo, it didn't work for King Deshret— or did it? Historians disagree on the exact manner of his demise—so no, you may not hire postdocs for your rebranded sentience slurry. For all we know Gosoythoth is a gestalt consciousness. Gosoythoth is of the Abyss. Haborym tells us the Abyss has no innate intelligence, though perhaps it's more accurate to call it a non-sentient animalistic intelligence. There's also the Abyss Order, which doesn't appear to be affiliated with the Five Sinners, but is affiliated with the former royalty of Khaenri'ah, a nation which I am not going to mention again due to commitment to the bit.

Teyvat, everyone agrees, is a continent of seven nations. (Well, seven nations plus an autonomous Snezhnayan protectorate(?) that's really well known for using moon magic or something. But that's a retconned protectorate so despite it probably being the grave of one or more moon sisters, good luck finding any mention of Nod-Krai outside of limited-time events. As Haborym once said: "Oh, them?, yeah, they seem cool. I guess go check them out in version six? There's plot stuff there, and yeah it's a detour that the pre-1.0 roadmap never mentioned but the journey is what matters.") The seven nations are were administered by seven Archons, who each sit on one of the Seven Thrones and each have their own Gnosis an average of one Gnosis. The Gnoses are the bones of the Third Descender. Who was that, you ask? Anyway, the Thrones and Gnoses correspond to the Seven Elements. The fact that there are seven Elements appears to be a historical contingency, based on the political division of the powers of Light back in Nibelung's reign, when he and his seven Dragon Sovereigns once ruled the world.

This was long before the days when the divine envoys walked among humanity.

If the phrase "divine envoys" made you jump in your seat, you have issues. You know who else had issues, eventually? The unified civilisation that once spanned Teyvat: a seeming federation of city states that predated the Seven Archons, containing a mix of humans and divine envoys (angels?). They were created by the Primordial One, who #descended upon Nibelung's dragon civilisation declaring terra nullius and won the ensuing war. TL;DR, they got colonised. (...though "colony" implies an imperial core, whereas the Primordial One was seemingly acting alone. Sometimes eldritch entities just show up in Teyvat from the implied void between worlds, like a cosmic whale seeking magic water. Actual example btw.)

The Primordial One may have been Phanes. (Who? Great question.) Phanes(?) had four shades, including Ronova, who controls death (not to be confused with the Big Dipper star "Beidou"), and Istaroth, who was the moment, who was every moment. (Tellingly, she was Kairos — details on subtleties here.) Phanes(?) and its shades also created the so-called Human Realm, with the subjugated Dragon Vishaps mostly confined to their native Light Realm. There was also the Void Realm, likely the aforementioned void between worlds, some of which is likely the so-called Abyss. Anyway Phanes(?) had a plan for the humanity it had created. It loved them dearly. Luckily the path to temptation had already been sealed, whatever that means.

Everything changed when the Second Who Came arrived. This Second Descender may have been the [artifact leaks] who intended to [artifact leaks] [artifact leaks] but instead [artifact leaks]. Either way, this Descender brought forbidden knowledge: likely just the kind censored by the Shades, but maaaybe the Abyssal kind that killed two gods millennia later.

War was rekindled. Phanes's(?) faction, the eventual victors, quashed heresy with a rain of Divine Nails: a mix between kinetic bombardment and AoE terraforming!curses. Humanity's world got flip-turned upside down. In the case of one Liyue city, literally upside down...... or was it everyone else who got flipped? #specialrelativity Tsurumi got shrouded in a fog of menace., seemingly unrelated to the time loop some millennia later. Sal Vindagnyr got a permawinter, and the princess could not complete her mural even as the priest made his pilgrimage. Byakuyakoku fell beneath the sea, where they invented Greece and child scapegoats. Sumeru's original forests turned to desert. (Speculative: Fontaine got FRIKEE'd, a technical term for getting displaced several nautical miles into the air and not coming back down.) Mondstadt doesn't appear to have been directly nailed but it's also developmentally centuries behind all its peers, as if someone took an industrial revolution setting and then added the blandest medieval fantasy elements to it because BotW comparisons sell.

The ruins of the unified civilisation litter Teyvat and their architecture can be found everywhere — they loved their Celtic knots. For the low cost of some petrified Moon resin that apparently only Descenders secrete, you can poke at their old Irminsul shrines (their Leylines now infested with monsters) for access to the memories within the Leylines.

According to Wolfy, who is a fictional character and also real, the Envoys were cursed in various ways, largely being turned into Seelies: shadows of themselves forever guiding lost travellers home. (According to Fischl, who is also a fictional character and also also real, the kingdom of eternal darkness that is shrouded from the heavens shall eventually re-emerge and punish the wicked usurpers: this is foretold by Fate.) There are various exceptions: Nabu Malikata; Yohualtechutin. The one mentioned by Wolfy is Nicole Reeyn, who is the second-most Seelie coded character in the game because she likes being a good guide.

Seemingly later there was the Gnoses and the Archon War (at least in Liyue and Inazuma) and then there was nobody left who shared the memories of osmanthus wine so dear to Morax, besides the several dozen illuminated beast vassals, in his employ, and also Marchosias, who got Rukkhadevata'd, a term that is the opposite of getting Arama'd. (Arama was an Aranara but then they had to be a worldtree. Rukkhadevata was

More recently, there was the Siege of Poisson. Parsifal was there [citation needed][disputed]. Possibly because of this, Tenoch and Bosacius died soon after, and a whole lot of Hilichurls got made. Stars fell from the skies, and according to the promotional Xbox wings one of them was once the scion of a glorious kingdom.

[princescar]

She's late for work!

Or a piece inspired by @aparticularbandit's fic

Extras that actually relate to the fic

[elusiiev]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the boys!!!!!!!!!!

i kinda forgor ab tumblr but i finished these piece today so thats cool !!!

this kinda gives movie poster vibes

anyway i love them i love them i think theyre so silly and the brainrot isnt dying

[iztea]

a good strong wind will keep you honest

[mispelled]

Some silly things I drew for stickers !!

[just-null]

PET AU?????!!!! Oh mighty cult leader please give us, your greatful pitful annons, your divine words and opinions (I would cuddle the heck out of all of themm!!!)

As you wish, my beloved cult member!!

this is more of an explanation of the universe than headcanons. Those will be next, but I hope it's still interesting!! This will be tagged under "null kny pet au" to not be confused with anyone else's version

Long story short— reincarnation is a thing here! Bad people turn into animals and go through an endless cycle over and over until they've truly repented for their misdeeds.

To make things interesting, I bent the rules of how things usually work! This is my version of a pet au, and of course, is still yandere because your cult leader is an addict. I'M SORRY IF YOU WERE EXPECTING FLUFF.... THATS LATER. TRUST!!!!!!!!!

[CW! dark themes, alluding to past trauma and "self exit," self destructive behaviors(?), sedation and drugs, dehumanization(?), yandere obsessive goodness]

The pet aspect of this au!

Demons are hybrids who're likely to restart their cycle, giving them their nickname of lost souls. Human characters are hybrids at the pinnacle of rehabilitation, referred to as guiding souls. And you, who's nearby their hybrid shelter. Either working in it or being in its vicinity.

Guiding souls are allowed to be housed by responsible candidates, but it's unlikely for lost souls. Either way the problem is they turn everyone away except you.

Both guiding souls and lost souls have a deep rooted affection towards you. You definitely don't remember it, but they've been with you for many, many, MANY life times, always restarting and eagerly awaiting for stage three and four of the cycle to find you again.

Lower and Upper moons + Muzan have reincarnated more times than you can fathom, yet they can remember most of them. Their psyche is fragile and incredibly hostile towards almost anybody. Not recommended for new staff or housing candidates.

Slayers + Ubuyashiki reincarnated more than average. They committed sins they're ashamed of and show great promise for change. They're practically regular model citizens, except for the occasional outburst. Very well liked by staff and potential housing candidates!!

Guiding souls and lost souls are separated in the shelter but are occasionally allowed to roam and interact with each other. They bicker at best and get into full fist fights at worst. It's highly recommended to be gentle but firm with both. Only guiding and lost souls have both seen and experienced the worst of what life can offer, and staff don't want to cause a frenzy by startling them.

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They're not always transparent with their thoughts. It's more than likely that they don't tell you about their experiences as most would rather focus on their life now rather than how it used to be or what's coming next. Some will tell you if asked, others will dance around it, and others initially refuse.

Still, they'll go through the agony and pain of life after miserable life again and again if it meant being blessed by your light in one of them.

If they're able to have feelings this intense for one being, lost souls refuse to see themselves in the wrong. Feelings like this should be praised. They should be considered good in the eyes of the divine, shouldn't it? What if the universe is wrong for once, huh?! They've lied, cheated, stole, hurt, even killed all to be able to get to you sooner. To feel you again! Their feelings for you are so pure, there's no way it could possibly be another reason to restart!! Even if it was, does it really matter?! What the universe dictates is irrelevant anyway, you're their choice and always will be. So long as you have a soul that continues to shine brightly, they'll find their way towards you when the cycle restarts. Guiding souls are.. anxious. They want to do good by you, want to be seen with love like they've achieved before, want to get to know every version of you and fall in love with every iteration. The finish line is RIGHT there, they know this, it's always been so close, and they'll be able to live by your side as equals.. But they know if they complete the cycle, complete stage four, become fully reborn, they won't remember you. After so many horrible lives lived, they finally understood what it meant to be remorseful about what led them into this mess. Saying that, they can't bring themselves to let go of you. What's the point in living a peaceful existence when there will always be a part of them missing? That's why they "personally restart" their cycle, uncaring that they're so close to forgiveness.

Not every life was kind on them. Silver lining, at least they know they have a new body without the physical scars of their experiences anymore, and of course, you! Though.. even you were harsh sometimes, but they'd rather pull all their teeth out than leave your side. Preferably, they hope you'll throw them a bone and be cordial at least, but if you want to beat, scream, or drive them away, they'll always come back. No matter what you do, they'll forever be loyal to you and you only.

If this is what it takes, they'll love you over and over in this never ending torturous loop until time ends, so until then, spare them a glance, yeah? You don't know how much they've missed you..

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Unnecessarily detailed lore:

SHORT STORY LONG, reincarnation is real here, and it's commonly known that when bad people die, their soul is reborn into an animal. Bad meaning murder, assault, ruining someone's life, intense crimes like that. It can be avoided if the soul had no other choice or feels deep remorse prior to their human life ending.

Failure to meet those requirements begins "the cycle." Each lifetime is a show of dedication to turn back into a full human. A step towards forgiveness from the world they wronged. Souls will retain the excruciating memory of their lives before, only given the mercy of forgetting and keeping the wisdom they earned once they're reborn into a full blooded human.

Animals who're just animals exist, but it's extremely difficult to tell who's a soul under trial and who's not.

It starts off simple, an insect. Depending on how bad the soul was, they'll be something that has a difficult life, like those moths that starve to death upon entering adulthood. Souls will always progress to the next stage after this one, temporarily forgetting about their previous lives.

The next life is exactly the same, but souls regain the ability to remember all their past lives again.

Next is a land mammal or aquatic creature, something easier than before, but still not strong enough to cause havoc. They have a little more intelligence than before.

Then souls become half human, half animal, or more commonly known, hybrids. They might as well be human with animal characteristics, but due to societal interference and their history, they're regarded as subhuman. Like pets.

Lastly, they are fully human, where they get to keep their appreciation for life and forget the past.

The real test is during stage four. If the soul proves to have learned nothing from their previous lives, they'll restart the cycle from the beginning and try again. Ending their life will not count and only restart the cycle. They must die of natural causes.

Extra notes:

There are souls who've restarted numerous times that when they reach stage four again, they're very fragile or aggressive. Due to this, humans adapted to shelter them and help give them another chance at life. It's not uncommon for these souls to try and use their memories to give themselves an upper hand in their next life, forcing humans to give them less autonomy. The more aggressive a soul the more humans will have to use force to keep them down such as sedation, muzzling, restraints. It's often used for lost and guiding souls out of any other type of hybrid but used as a last resort. Risks like these are one of the main reason why hybrids aren't allowed on the streets without supervision or an owner. Souls under trial can get attached to one another, familial wise, platonically, or romantically. As a twisted sense of both mercy and punishment, the world allows them to be reborn together. The cruel part comes when the older of the pair is the first to be reborn, leaving the younger to follow when it's their time. At least they know that the world will allow them to find each other once again in the next life. Sometimes, souls under trial try finding the human soul they've grown attached to in stages three and four, in this case, you. Because of the never ending cycle of punishment, they crave your hold, your care, your love. You. They want to get back to you as soon as possible, and if that means coming to you as a small animal first, then so be it. Some have probably done that numerous times before.

Truly, reincarnated souls who've grown attached to someone are dangerous both to others and themselves. They'll do anything for their human and let their human do anything them.

The current life cycle where this au takes place is one of the best life times they've all had. So yes, cuddling them is like winning the jackpot!

[adriancatrin]

katara sees her brother and bff approaching something that can make them happy and says no interruptions

based on this photo from the live action cast

[snzydarling]

Valentine

charas: megumi, yuuji cw: snz kink content !!! explicit sex, chara with snz kink, oral sex notes: um. this is babys first smut fic.... please be nice im so scared to post this LOLLL first off a hugee thank you to @wildindigo111 and @randomsnzftshist for going through this and making sure the scenes werent awful. you guys boosted my confidence enough to post this LOL! i had a lot of fun going out of my comfort zone w this one. takes place post-canon when they're both pro-sorceres !! in the generic evb lives au. hope u enjoy !!

Yuuji is considered the only member in their circle who’s actually good at reading Megumi. 

It’s not that hard once you know where to look. All of Megumi’s tells start getting pretty obvious once you observe for a while. For example:

When Megumi left that morning for a mission, his eyes were crinkled around the corners, and his brow held a permanent furrow. Last night, he had been kind of quiet, swapping out his usual few-word sentences for impassive hums. Pair that with the time of year, and Yuuji’s got a pretty good idea of what’s going on. 

When Megumi gets sick it comes on slowly, and takes just as long to fade, so he ends up feeling just okay enough to keep working, and just bad enough to look pretty miserable for most of the time he spends sick. It’s a pretty unfortunate combination, especially for somebody like Megumi, who really hates it when you tell him how pathetic he looks. 

He’d just texted Yuuji that he was on the train home. Ijichi had been taken out with the same thing he suspected Megumi caught, and his message said in no uncertain terms that Yuuji is to “stay away” when he gets back. What it truly means is that he’d finally accepted his fate. Poor guy. 

Yuuji fumbles around the apartment while he waits, cooking shogayaki with way too much ginger. It's even more than usual, because Megumi sounded a little stuffed up and he wants to make sure he can still taste it. He makes sure the TV volume is extra low and the heat set extra high, and half-watches some weird drama Kugisaki told him about until Megumi comes in. 

He hears him before he sees him. First, the click of a lock, then quiet shuffling as Megumi takes off his shoes. When it takes him a little too long to say hi, Yuuji lolls his head over the back of the couch to see what's up. He's standing awkwardly in the doorway, one hand covering the lower half of his face. His eyelashes flutter for a minute before he ducks down. 

“ hi'tzchh-! hid'tzshhiew-! ‘dTZSh-iewh!” he gives a few experimental sniffles before lowering his hand and locking eyes with Yuuji. He’s all pink from the cold. “Bless you!” he calls, still dangling. All the blood going to his head makes it feel weird, though, so he rights himself. Even though the extra heat was meant for his boyfriend, it's made him feel all soft and lazy, too. He gestures for Megumi to join him, and frowns over his shoulder when he doesn’t. 

“I already told you, I’m sick.” It's a little sharp, like he’s all annoyed. Yuuji just shrugs and pats the couch more enthusiastically. 

Unstoppable force vs. Immovable object, or whatever. When Megumi doesn’t do anything but glare at him and look kind of miserable, Yuuji sighs. “I won’t get sick, Megs. Pinky promise!” Even though that's not actually the sort of thing you can promise, Megumi eventually links their pinkies together and sags into the couch next to him. 

Yuuji leans over, steals his customary ‘welcome back’ kiss. Megumi shifts closer, a little suddenly, parts his lips, invites Yuuji in. Snakes his cold hands under Yuuji’s shirt. It's a little weird for somebody who was just trying to skulk around him, but Yuuji doesn’t mind at all. Until Megumi stops dead. 

It’s a whiplash feeling to Yuuji, who was just starting to lose himself in it all. “You okay?” he asks, pulling back a little.

Megumi clears his throat. “Yeah. Just, um.” His ears are all red. “Sorry, that was a lot.” Aww, poor thing. Maybe, instead of irritating him, the comments of concerned coworkers did something else to his boyfriend’s psyche. 

“I don't mind.” Yuuji pushes back his bangs to give his forehead a quick peck. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, I can't help myself either.” He watches the adam's apple of Megumi’s throat bob once, twice, before he clears his throat again. 

“Did you cook dinner yet?” He avoids Yuuji’s eyes as he says it, like he's flustered about something, even though Yuuji hasn’t said anything out of the ordinary. It’s good that he’s got an appetite, so he’ll let it slide, dragging Megumi to the kitchen instead of answering. 

Once they’re both sitting at the table, Yuuji takes the chance to get a good look at him. He’s rubbing his sleeve against the bottom of his nose, making a click-click sound as moisture shifts. His other hand is wrapped around the side of a mug of tea, clinging to its warmth. Even though he’s been inside for a little while, his face is still tinted pink and irritated. His eyes are a little red, too, like he's been crying or something. When he’s caught staring, he offers up a sheepish grin. Megumi opens his mouth, probably to tell him off, but then his breath gets all shaky and he gives up before any sound comes out, moving back into his sleeve. 

“ hih-  hi'Tzchh-! hiD'zshhi-! hI'zsHhi!  hih -  hiD-” he’s stuck in limbo for a few seconds, gazing hazily at the ceiling with his breath trembling, until it finally catches. Yuuji can’t help but wince in sympathy as he flinches forward with a “ hiD'TZCHhiewh-!” that’s unusually harsh for him. Megumi rubs at his throat as he recovers, nodding in thanks when Yuuji presses tissues into his hand. 

Once he's okay again, Yuuji leans across the table to kiss his nose, because it's all cute like that, and he really can't resist, especially when Megumi’s face is all scrunched up after. “Bless you lots, babe!” his face takes on a different type of irritation. “Your sneezes are so cute.” Megumi’s brow furrows even deeper. He curls into himself a little bit, like he feels exposed

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he mumbles, glaring in a way that 's usually kind of intimidating but is just cute now. When Yuuji tilts his head, kind of confused, Megumi huffs a whistly breath through his nose and gestures vaguely to himself. Then, to his pants, when Yuuji still doesn’t get it, flush traveling down to his neck and the tips of his ears. That makes it all click. 

Megumi’s hard. He’s horny. Yuuji can't help the laughter that bubbles up, rushing to reassure at the same time. “No, no! It's-” he cracks up again at his boyfriend's face. “It’s cute! Ow-!” There, Megumi smacks him across the head. He stands up to put a mostly empty plate in the sink. By the time Yuuji manages to get a hold of himself, he’s halfway to the bedroom, and Yuuji has to scramble to meet him before he’s kicked on the couch for the night. 

“I’m sorry!” He pleads, still wiping tears from his eyes. “It's really cute, I promise. Let me take care of you?” 

Megumi just kind of stares for a minute, observing, like there's some way he could be lying.. If it were somebody else, it might've stung a bit, but Megumi’s just that kind of guy, and he seems extra sensitive today. Yuuji nestles up to him, kisses the wrinkles between his brows, and considers it a win when he's not shoved away. 

“Yeah.” Megumi sighs eventually. Yuuji grins and dares to kiss him on the lips, now. “I’ll meet you after I clean up dinner.” 

Megumi meets him in the bedroom, flustered. 

It's so cute, the fact that he gets so bothered by this sort of thing. Yuuji, overwhelmingly, wants to take care of him. It's a familiar feeling. Yuuji meets him on the bed, encouraging him to scooch back a bit so he can face him, almost in his lap. He kisses him, nibbles on his lip, until Megumi has to pull away to breathe through his mouth. This close, he can feel the heat of his breath. He’s probably a little embarrassed. When Megumi initiates the next kiss, pulling him forwards, hands in his hair, it's a little bit of a shock. Yuuji can take a hint, so he starts making out with Megumi. He responds eagerly- snakes his tongue into Yuuji’s mouth, runs it along even rows of teeth. As soon as Megumi pulls back to breathe, he’s back with more need. Megumi’s lips taste like vanilla chapstick. His mouth tastes like menthol. When Yuuji starts moving his hands, tracing the muscles of his neck, every part of him feels wrought with tension. Yuuji’s a little nervous to take off his sweatshirt, since he’d looked so cold earlier, but Megumi strips it off as soon as Yuuji’s hands dip below the worn collar. 

Yuuji runs his hand along Megumi’s back as their lips meet again. He finds ridges of scar tissue and traces them, savors the way Megumi shudders. When his hands find his hips, tracing the outline of arching bones, Megumi makes a raspy sound low in his throat. 

“You’re so cute.” Yuuji murmurs, nuzzling his head into Megumi’s. He stops kissing him because Megumi can’t breathe when he does, and he feels a little bad leaving him without air. He moves his attention to his lower lip, softly biting at chapped skin. Megumi responds in turn, sucking at his lips. Everything Yuuji does is turned back on him ten-fold. When he moves his lips to Megumi’s jaw, his hand grabs more fiercely at his hair, legs wrapping around Yuuji’s waist. His own body is starting to overheat, warmed by Megumi’s flush skin. When Yuuji moves down to his nipples, licking at goosebumped skin. Megumi divides his attention then, dropping one hand from his hair to rest above Yuuji’s, where it's been lazily tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, and starts urging it lower. Yuuji starts to trace the outline of his dick,  tented through his pants. He squeezes, and Megumi responds by bucking his hips. 

Yuuji stops tasting the cedarwood of Megumi's soap for a moment, looking up to meet his eyes. They’re even closer now, Yuuji’s knee close enough to create a gentle pressure against his bulge.  There’s desperation etched in every one of his features, in more ways than one. His nose is pink with irritation, eyes a little unfocused. Yuuji kisses his lip again, dipping a hand to Megumi’s warm skin under his sweatpants, and Megumi's hands clench in his hair. When he gasps, it's not just pleasure, and Yuuji watches the way his features crumble as he tries feebly to squirm away from Yuuji. 

“ hiD'czhh-! ‘tzshh-iewh-! hiDt'zSHhiew-!” Yuuji feels mist spray his arm as Megumi’s half-bent away, because there aren’t many places to go and Megumi’s no good at holding it off when he sneezes. His muscles clench and shudder with each hazy breath. “hD’tCZHh-yu!” Megumi sniffles before he turns back fully, but Yuuji still sees the way his upper lip shines with moisture. 

“Bless you, baby.” Yuuji murmurs into his neck, smiling when Megumi whines beneath him. “You did good. So pretty.” 

While sneezing doesn’t do anything in particular for Yuuji, seeing the effect it has on his boyfriend does. Megumi’s even more urgent, encouraging Yuuji’s hand to his dick. He’s all needy, pushing himself closer to Yuuji even though they’re only a hairsbreadth apart. 

Yuuji goes back to tracing his lips down Megumi’s front, kissing each rib, each blemish. He lowers himself down, never breaking contact, until he’s on the hardwood floor, knees pressed down like prayer. He wants to worship Megumi. He kisses down his stomach, tasting cedarwood and sweat and heat. 

His hands busy themselves with Megumi’s pants, and with nothing to do, Megumi’s other hand finds Yuuji’s back, rubbing the hard muscles he finds. When his sweatpants lay in a discarded heap somewhere near the bed, he tilts his head back, and Megumi crushes his lips against his. Between kisses, when Megumi catches his breath, Yuuji studies his face. “So pretty.” He repeats. Megumi’s pretty all the time, but the rawness of being sick and soft around Yuuji unlocks a new side of it. “Can I suck you off?”

Megumi nods, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says, and it scrapes against his throat like sandpaper. Yuuji smiles, kisses him again for as long as Megumi can manage, and spreads Megumi’s legs apart. Right before he’s about to take him in his mouth, his breath catches, doing that hitchy buildup until the itch crescendos. He has an easier time turning away now, and Yuuji can’t see anything but the strain of his muscles. 

“ i'ndt-iewh! ‘ndt- ndt’szhiew-! hiDt'chh-!” They’re about as restrained as Megumi can manage. His hand stops their massage, leaving Yuuji’s back to create a flimsy cover between them. Yuuji takes a hand of his own, reaching until he can cradle his face in his palm, and tilts until he can see him again. On the one he loves, watching the hitching of his breath and the silent battle in his face, Yuuji understands the attraction. 

“I want to see.” He says, reaching to kiss him again. “You’re so pretty, Megumi. Let me see you sneeze?” He runs his thumb along his face until he finds the side of his nose, pressing gently until Megumi gasps, desperate and whiny. He’s enchanted, watching as Megumi dissolves, guided by Yuuji’s hand. 

“hiD'cZSHh-! ‘tDZShhi-! i’tTCHhih-!” he sprays down his front, hand clenching in Yuuji’s hair. The final sneeze, uncharacteristically harsh, jerks him forward, and he accidentally tugs at the strands, but Yuuji won’t tell him. Instead, he praises. “Bless you. You did so good.” he lowers himself back down, pressing another kiss to Megumi’s inner thigh. “You’re so pretty, Megumi.” 

His dick is hard and leaking with pre-cum. Yuuji takes one hand to the base, tracing up and down as he licks at it. When he wets his lips against it, releasing quickly, Megumi makes a keening noise. His hands tighten, nails digging into his scalp as he takes it tongue to his dick again. 

He’s oversensitive- pent up. Every time his mouth touches his dick he mewls, becoming tenser and tenser. When Yuuji finally takes him in his mouth, he moans, raspily and deeply. It’s really sexy- Yuuji’s got that warm, wanting feeling in his nerves, a too-tight feeling in his boxers. As Yuuji starts to blow him, his hands rub against Megumi’s inner thigh. Megumi keens as he works his dick, skin dotted with goosebumps. Megumi whines for more, more until they’re moving at a dizzying pace, and then he throws his head back. He sounds so good, so needy. Just listening to him might get Yuuji off. 

“Yuuji-!” is all the warning he gets before Megumi clenches, breath whiny. 

“ ‘cZSHh-! d'shH-yu! hiD'cZSHh-!” His dick bounces, hitting the top of Yuuji’s throat with each sneeze. Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, glistening with spit, and kisses where his hands just were. “Did that feel good?” he asks, and doesn’t wait for an answer before taking Megumi back into his mouth. He hears his whine, and that's response enough. 

         He works Megumi's dick with his tongue, feeling the tension rise and rise, listening to Megumi, until he warns him, voice strained and whiny, that—“Yuuji, I'm gonna cum-!” 

        Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, purring as Megumi orgasms, warm and tense and so beautiful. Every noise is strained, and his voice breaks when he comes down, resting against the soft blanket with one final, worn noise. Yuuji gives his thigh one final kiss, squeezing his hand to it as he clambers back onto the bed to meet Megumi again. The kiss is shorter than it was before, because Megumi's catching his breath, and can't do that with Yuuji's mouth on his. He doesn’t mind, choosing instead to watch his boyfriend. He looks tired, but happy, gaze soft as the tension melts from his body. 

     He can tell he's ready for a shower, not very comfortable with being sticky and clammy with sweat. The way he watches Yuuji as he stands, staring through his eyelashes with lips swollen and parted, makes Yuujis own dick twitch. When he comes back to himself, he's frowning a little bit. “I'm sick. You probably shouldn't have kissed me.” Yuuji kisses him again, just to make a point. 

      “I never get sick.” He says, chest puffed out. When Megumi pulls himself onto his elbows, Yuuji goes to help him, guiding him up into a standing position. “Don't worry about that anyways. You need a shower.” And Yuuji needs to jerk himself off, but he'll keep that part to himself. 

      Now that he's standing, Megumi looks really tired out. He leans on Yuuji a little as they shuffle into the bathroom. Yuuji’s happy to take care of himself in there, warm and lazy from the steam, especially if it loosens up all the congestion in his nose and lets him kiss him for longer. 

     He knows, when they’re clean and back in the bedroom, Megumi will fall asleep with his hair still wet and breath against Yuuji's neck, probably snoring a little bit. Yuuji will grab his phone from the nightstand, tell Gojo that Megumi's down for the count, and turn off the morning alarms on his phone. 

Yuuji knows, as he observes Megumi's silhouette through the shower curtain, starting to nod off under the hot water. He knows he needs to snap a picture of Megumi's sleeping form to Kugisaki later, because he knows she'll get a little worried when she finds out he's sick, even if she'll deny it, and will appreciate the excuse to get angry at how lovey-dovey he is. He'll probably captain it with something sickly-sweet, like “look at my honey bear ( ≧∀≦)ノ” just to make her even more mad. 

They repeat this cycle every time the season shifts into deep winter, and Yuuji's gone through it enough times to know. In Yuuji's opinion, that's what makes it all so dear.

[wardingshout]

what if my found family was some girl who's totally not imprisoned in a tower, her totally alive bodyguard father figure and some demon who was totally not kidnapped to fix her dreams of burning to death every night what then huh