#btw she can hide her extra eyes as long as she can

[bunnygirlism]

Meet Juno!! She’s a guardian angel who poses as a hundkopf medic n is currently in a rivalry with a ‘possessed’ engineer !!

ik that I don’t have much story of her,,, BUT I LUV HER DESIGN SMMMMM AAAAAAHDHDJWJXIDISJDJ

but I’ll try! 2 summarize her story lawl

so basically, Juno is a higher-class angel n was sent to guard a special sumone,,, so in her days on earth she disguises herself as a wolf-person to apply 4 Mann Co, the same company that the special some1 works in…

her real form is much more complicated,, so she chose this form as a humanely disguise,! :D

[youngies-bae]

Day & Night

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘈𝘜/𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 & 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: ᴘʀᴇᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴜ, ғᴏᴏᴅ, sᴍᴀʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ.

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 & 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: ᴘɢ, ғʟᴜғғ

𝘞/𝘊:

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟɪʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵: @minkilicious

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰:

𝘈/𝘯: this was short n easy to write jus kinda wanted to put sum out there. Not proof read btw.

Hongjoong looked around while holding onto your hand, “you sure this place is hidden?”

You giggle at him softly, “Joong nobody’s gonna record you… you haven’t even debuted yet.”

Hongjoong was worried about loosing his job as a trainiee at KQ Entertainment. He tried to be extra careful, he never broke any rules except for one, the dating ban.

He’s wearing a hat that covers his face a little bit, although you’re not sure if it’s to hide though Hongjoong almost always wears a hat.

Hongjoong let’s go of your hand for a second to open the door for you, “thank you.”

“Anytime” he replies smiling and flashing his perfect set of teeth. His smile is one of your favorite things about him.

“Hello!! Y/n, it’s great to see you again! How have you been?” The owner of the restaurant recognized you immediately, you had came here everyday after school. You love it, the food is amazing and it’s quite hidden, there aren’t many people that have ate here.

She walked you to an empty table and had set two menus down.

“It’s about time that you brought someone here, who is this boy?” She asks with a warm, welcoming smile.

You smile at her and introduce the boy that sat in front of you to her, “this is Hongjoong, my boyfriend.”

He smiled hearing you call him that, you both haven’t been dating for too long but had known each other for a long time. You both weren’t very close though despite knowing each other since elementary school.

He had liked you for a while and finally decided to confess when his friends pushed him hard enough. Luckily for him you had felt the same way.

The very nice lady raised her eyes slightly and smiled ever bigger, “it’s about danm time. I’ve been waiting for you to get a boyfriend and bring him here for quite some time now. You’re such a sweet girl plus you’re beautiful. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before you got a boyfriend.”

Hongjoong giggled at her comments, he definitely agreed. You are very sweet and kind, maybe a little too sweet even. You sure are beautiful too, the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on.

“Anyways I’ll let you two be, are you ready to order yet? Or have you decided on any drinks?”

“I know what I want, I’m not sure about him though.” You had said.

She pans her head to him, “yeah, I am ready actually. May I please order Rose Tteokbokki and to drink can I have a sprite?”

She nods her head and writes his order down then looks at you, “I want pork ramen, dragon roll sushi as an appetizer and to drink may I have a Thai Tea with boba?”

She looks down at her paper and writes your order before leaving to the kitchen.

“So what do you think so far?” You ask the man sitting across from you.

“Hmm, she’s really nice. It’s also really cosy in here, feels safe and comfortable.” He explains.

You nod your head agreeing.

As you look at him for a moment you remember how much you had loved what he had wore today. A black cap, a black short sleeved shirt with some writing on it, grey sweats and on his feet were Jordan 1’s Mid Light Smoke Grey.

Not only did you love his outfit he loved yours. You wore a comfortable but clean fit that looked amazing on you, it was very appropriate for the casual date you two were on currently.

You and Hongjoongs head snaps to the entrance of the restaurant as you both see a very attractive man had walked in, Hongjoong looks away instead his eyes are now on you, your eyes stayed on the man a little longer than he had liked.

“Is his ass fat?” You furrow your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s strange question.

“What…?”

“You looked at him for a while I’m sure something had to have caught your eye.” Hongjoong pursed his lips holding them tightly together and smiling slightly while raising his eyebrows.

“Uh. Not to much, don’t act like you don’t be watching edits of Camila Cabello 24/7.”

Hongjoong sighs in defeat.

“Here you are,” the nice lady from before had set down both of your bowls of food in front of you, your appetizer in the middle and both your drinks on the side.

“Thank you”. You both had said in sync.

The food looks amazing, you and he had thought. No matter how many times you come here, you could never get tired of it. It’s one of those things that it’s so good that you can’t get bored of it.

Hongjoong immediately tried to take a bite but instead he had burned his tongue, “oh shit.”. He drops his chopsticks into the Tteokbokki making it splash and burn his eye a little.

“Are you okay?” You ask as soon as he reacted. You stand up a little pushing the table forwards slightly.

You grab a napkin and clean his face off gently. After your done you sit back down in your seat.

“Thanks.” He says giggling at himself a little.

“You have to blow it, it’s very hot.” You say to him instructively.

He nods and starts eating carefully blowing on his food before every bite.

You both had ate your food peacefully savoring every bite, you had shared your sushi with him. He loved it, liked it more than the Tteokbokki honestly.

The boba you had ordered was also amazing.

“Bye!! Come again!” The lady said kindly with a big smile.

“I will.” You smile back at her.

“Oh I know you will, but I was talking to your boyfriend here.” Hongjoongs eyes widened at the mention of himself.

“I’ll come again for sure. The food was amazing. Matter of fact next time she comes I’ll be with her.” He promises.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

They all nod.

Hongjoong takes your hand and walks you to the door opening it for you, walking out along side you.

“Glad you had fun.”

“I’d have fun doing anything with you.”

[milksnake-tea]

hello my favorite star rail writer i am back bc i saw you reached 1k followers (CONGRATS BTW I DIDNT SEE EARLIER BC I STARTED CLASSES) and im a sucker for mutual pining its sickening to see two ppl so in love and blade, so blade + fluff prompt 10 would be amazing :D

extra points if mc isnt a fellow stellaron hunter, like in my head reader is sighing dreamily while march 7th is all "thats a wanted criminal"

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: You two have been pining over each other for God knows how long, and your friends are sick of it. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: blade ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: none! just fluff :D ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: IM SORRY THE LAST PART MADE ME LAUGH SO BAD GOODBYE I LOVE THAT !!! also..... IT GOT KINDA CRACK IM SORRY GOODBYE IT'S LESS PINING MORE DAN HENG BEING DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

It wasn't often that Blade strayed outside the mission.

Just as the sword he wielded, Blade cut through his missions with precise cuts, following Elio's script like law. While Kafka and Silver Wolf would take liberties with their scripts, going off to shop or to fight, Blade stayed at his designated spot, staring blankly at the clock until he was called upon once more. He never did more, never did less.

So to see him gazing off into the distance, a hint of a smile on his face, was definitely out of the ordinary.

"What's on your mind, Bladie?" Kafka asked, her pupil-less eyes peering at her partner from behind her drink. "It's rare to see you so... restless. Has the mara been bothering you?"

Blade shook his head, a disgruntled sigh escaping him. His gaze reached past Kafka, focusing on the silhouette of your person as you chatted away with Dan Heng.

Kafka hummed, tilting her head as she played with her straw, mindlessly stirring her beverage. "Hm... Then is it them?"

Blade's fingers stilled. Kafka smiled, knowing she had hit the spot.

"So it is," she mused, stifling a giggle as Blade shot her an annoyed look.

"They're talking to him," Blade muttered, laying his hand flat against the table. Surprisingly, the mara did not strike, nor did Blade become irritated. His voice was gentle, soft like the breeze.

"Indeed they are," Kafka took a sip, licking her lips at the burn of alcohol. "Do you wish that was you, Bladie?"

Her teasing wasn't lost on the man, but he didn't bother with a reply.

"No," Blade murmured, resting his head in the palm of his hand. The artificial sunlight of the Xianzhou bathed you in a heavenly glow, your carefree laughter a sweet symphony. "I wouldn't dare disturb such beauty."

And yet, it seemed as though fate had glanced his way, just as you had. Your eyes met with his, and you smiled, waving at him. Blade's heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, life returned to him.

His hand twitched, wanting to return your greetings, but the rough drag of his bandages stopped him. Blade averted his gaze, hiding his slowly flushing skin behind his palm.

Kafka snickered at his predicament, quickly snapping a photo of his flustered state and sending it to the other Stellaron Hunters. Instantaneously, Silver Wolf sent back a vomiting emoji, while Sam excitedly congratulated Blade on his newfound emotions. Elio didn't reply, he never does.

"Aren't you adorable," she cooed, turning her phone off and tucking it away. "You know, I doubt they'll mind if you just walked up to them."

Yes, you certainly wouldn't mind. However, your very disturbed friends would.

"What are you doing?" Dan Heng hissed as you waved to the Hunter, grabbing your wrist and snatching it down. "You know how dangerous that man is."

"But isn't he so cute?" you chuckled, the tips of your ears flushed. "Besides, he hasn't done anything to hurt me yet."

"Yet being the operative word," Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. "I hope you didn't forget how he threw a sword through me."

"I try not to think about it." You stretched back your arms. "Don't get your tail in a twist, Dan Heng. I'm just being friendly."

"That's not what your face says," Dan Heng commented, poking your cheek. "I can still see you mooning over him."

"I am not- mooning over him!" you objected, swatting his finger away. "I was just... thinking."

"Of course you are. Thinking of the man who stabbed me, that is."

"And he looked good doing it- Dan Heng!" you yelped as Dan Heng elbowed you. Your friend only crossed his arms, raising a brow at you as you glared at him. "Alright, alright, fine. I just- I know I shouldn't like him, but..."

"There's a but in this?"

"His arms are really toned, okay? Have you seen his muscles?"

Dan Heng gagged, pretending to throw up over the railing. "Far closer than I'd like to admit- Point being, he's a wanted criminal."

You stared blankly at him. "So?"

Dan Heng stared back. "What do you mean, 'so'?"

"I can fix him."

The only words you could use to describe Dan Heng's face was pure disappointment. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, and promptly walked away from you, quickening his steps as you chased after him.

"Hey! Where're you going so quickly-"

Dan Heng stopped for only a moment, his expression unreadable as he glanced back at you. "I don't talk to people who kiss wanted criminals."

You held up a finger. "To be fair, I haven't kissed him yet-"

"I'm leaving."

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[tealfling]

Same anon, uh the ideas aren't anything too crazy or spectacular but they are

Rolan with a tiefling who wasn't raised around other tieflings and has no idea about tiefling biology having Rolan knot in them maybe even during their heat/rut. Potentially with Rolan explaining things to them while talking dirty.

The second is just wild magic resulting in someone getting tied up probs Rolan and misuse of magic continues.

Final one would be him masturbating because he saw Tav get entangled by Jaheria found it hot and he's not handling his pinning well. Maybe even steals a piece of clothing from their laundry basket or their scented body oil to aid him.

Anon, if you were looking at me the screen when I read this you probably would have seen my eyes dilate like a cat about to Zoomies.

So my HCs:

Alright, I'm actually very confident in this first one bc-- that's kinda how my tiefling Sorc Tav Coren is playing out. She's not a virgin, but she's an orphan that didn't grow up around a high population of tieflings. (Her first lover was some smooth d-k half-elf) So the knowledge she has to go on is her own tiefling AFAB body and a gist knowledge of male tiefling bodies-- in the same way you might get a sex education from hearing your friends talk at school. Basically hearing your friends talk about dinosaurs and going to a museum and seeing a dinosaur are two vastly different perspectives.

-> Rolan's insecure and probably shy - especially at the beginning of a physical relationship. But he is a wizard and thusly nothing but a wealth of knowledge. He will make sure his partner is well informed on his equipment and how it works, but I think it would take some time for him to intentionally knot a partner-- especially one that has not experienced it before. He'll take it slow and work them up to it. He's surprisingly sweet like that. And he will ask. He likes clear communication. But when he's comfortable (read: more confident) this can evolve into dirty talk

-> with that said: an established relationship during a rut/heat cycle (these will eventually trigger each other so they're simultaneous) the knot is implied. It's kinda the name of the game. We're talking: mating press, probably marked/bitten, and absolutely stuffed...with his knot of course. Even if they don't want children, they're playing the breeding game. To quote my buddy @faerunsbest LET THEM GET STUCK (btw, I am writing this is my Coren fic)

Now about Rolan being tied up.

-> I see Rolan as kinda up tight with a lot of his issues stemming from feeling a lack of control in his life so I personally don't see him being super comfortable with any sort of bondage. But he might be willing to try it in a trusted established relationship. Idk, I think Rolan on his own is a little too vanilla to explore that on his own

-> I do think he'd be willing to misuse magic. I mean what's the point of spells if you don't use them?? Amiright, Lia?

~Mage Hand, Alter Self, Invoke Duplicity, Darkness, illusion spells- the list goes on. I think the key with these is that they still allow a lot of control on his part. Mage Hand- who couldn't use another hand or two now and then? Alter Self: shorter nails, deeper ridges, no ridges, extra tail, no tail, feathers, various alterations to genitals- endlessly possibilities. Duplicates- self explanatory. Why have 1 Rolan when there could be two? I think he'd be really into watching his partner take him. Then there are the sensory spells...this could go on forever.

Ah, panty thief Rolan. @faerunsbest & crew were posting about that not too long ago.

Highlights: he would, but it would probably be later in his story.

However in Last Light Inn there would have been a wash room where a sweaty post battle Tav could have bathed and lots of opportunity for a particular undergarment to go missing. Along with a Rolan that's hiding off in one of the rooms, desperately fisting himself while holding the garment in question to his face. He didn't realize he was this bad off. This desperate. This is truly a low point for him in his eyes and he's going to probably go into some self degradation bc he's ashamed of himself. He's not going to give it back though.

@faerunsbest @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @barbwillbrb Thoughts?

[eluxcastar]

Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see? 

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?" 

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts. 

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for." 

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?" 

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do." 

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask. 

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

[kstaki]

FLT Niigata Report

Actually wanted to just say some stuff I notice and thought when watching. No spoiler for the basic story plot just some stuff that caught my eye & opinion.Plus what I roughly remember from the Act 2 their talk and concert.

Btw Himeno & Rita are wearing Heels and Platform compare to G-Rosso.

I feel like in this story Rita seems to stand out (express themselves) a lot I love every moment they appear. (They do have their screaming moment 🫣) maybe I am bias but I did watch everyone looking out at things.

Yanma was wearing glasses 🤓 at one point lol

There is definitely the sibling moments in the story between Gira & Racles 😊 (Can I just spoil Gira call Racles Onii-Chan?)

There are some really good pairing moments 🫣

Also the props were amazing and I like how they make use of the stage to hide their OhgerCalibur and Kumonoslayer.

First show there were mishaps 😂

Like Rita was supposed to take out their OhgerCalibur from their back but was struggling to do so. There is an extra who usually helps them take it out.

Then Racles in Suit apparently had his cape caught in his horn while fighting 😂

Probably still have somemore but these two are one I remember 😆

(I can’t remember everything so I would say basically what I remember could be wrong i apologize but it a long day…)

Act 2 for first show

They first performed Chikyuu Dance ( Zenryoku King) yes Racles is also inside

Then they announce their guest.

Shiokara introduced himself normally while Morfonia introduced herself in Rita manner.

King solve problem

I think they took a question from audience, then they let Morfonia choose and she wanted someone with glasses.

I think they ask Racles do something but I forgot what it was 😅

Then there is another question like what to do about children like and dislike.

They all were discussing but we could still hear them talk can’t remember what they say in the end. I only just remember the guys admitting they have stuff they don’t like then Yanma saying he doesn’t like tomato but tomato sauce he can?

Afterwards

King Swap (I think that what it was?)

They are supposed to pull out a paper and act similar to the character that is currently on stage.

Gira was up and he acted like Racles but also in a silly way (if i remember correctly is like the Yano side)

Yanma act like Gira but somehow he sort of added himself inside. Since there was a part he acted like ‘Gira’ had to do this part but he couldn’t do it. So he ask Yanma for help who show it to him.

Matsumoto-San (MC) then ask audience who they wanted to do it hot fav was of course Jeramie.

He drew himself out but change then end up with Kaguragi. It was apparently about his muscles

Apparently Jeramie said something before hand (I forgot what it was) before saying like melon and showing off his muscles left and right before repeating the movement again but this time with the word watermelon.

At first beginning Kaguragi look slightly embarrassed like he didn’t believe he did that but soon join in doing same movement last word after watermelon which was pumpkin?

Matsumoto-San asked if Kaguragi if Jeramie got him right which of course being Kaguragi say it perfect.

They still had time so Matsumoto-San ask who they (audience) wanted do next everyone scream Racles.

Racles end up picking Shiokara, who infamous line is Yanma-Kun!!!

So yeah APPARENTLY RACLES DID TOO FAR! HE GOT INTO CHARACTER & STARTED RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE “YANMA-KUN” HE EVEN JUMP IN BTW THE RUN.

Once he was done Matsumoto-San ask Shiokara who deny ever doing that sort of run that Racles did. That happen to be like the Naruto run 🤣

Afterward it was the character song

When everyone was taking their penlight. Rita had wander behind I thought they were going to take a sip or something.

Morfonia was all set to just cheer until Rita told her they had work.

Morfonia upsetting put down the light stick just as Rita turn around to show they had zip down their collar. They straight went into Rittan mode.

Both of them started to dance and not so sure if Rita was singing while dancing 😅 (I like to believe they are) I really like them both dancing to the song especially how previously Rita had ask Morfonia to learn the dance the day before Sapporo FLT 😂 so I guess if Morfonia is around and Rita is singing she has to wor-I mean dance.

After Rita was done they announced next one was Gira-Chi! In which Gira had announced himself as Gira-Chi. They run off stage (now that I think about it maybe they went to change their shoes? Because I think it was difficult to dance in platform?) they came back when the song already start with their collar zip up.

Gira had a microphone instead in his hand to sing and in middle of performance Racles went up to him. Like a proud big brother cheering beside him while he sing (I can’t remember if he put his arm around his shoulder or not but I think so)

Then it ended they say their thanks to the audience. (I don’t recall first one but the next two is epic)

Second show time

Act 2

During the Chikyuu Dance (Zenryoku King) apparently Himeno accidentally turn wrong side but quickly turns. However Racles notice because he was beside her he was apparently sort of teasing her about it by his facial expression.

Basically it was like this left to right Yanma, Himeno, Racles, Gira, Jeramie, Rita and Kaguragi.

Then they introduced the guest Shiokara the same, Morfonia this time did it in Rita-Mofu voice.

They did a bit of small talk apparently if I remember correctly Matsumoto-San was asking Himeno about Niigata especially like she had like a friend or acquaintance. Then somehow Himeno refer she know from Murakami Erica (So yeah they are still them (character) in this show😂)

This time it wqs Skapon Tanuki game

Basically it was where you are given 2 different scenario & you just say ‘Skapon Tanuki’ to it. The rest have to guess which one so the scenario they are acting out.

(I don’t remember the scenario sorry)

Himeno was up first so she did her Skapon Tanuki. While the rest were discussing.

Himeno interacted with the fans to do penlight wave.

When they decided on their answer apparently Racles did an A pose which was like hand against his side and he did almost like a small split. They were all comment and laughing at him. Then Rackes was saying that the can do A clap for him which was two finger like ✌🏽 victory pose and then one finger on the other hand. Then clap the victory pose onto to the other one.

They got Himeno correct

Next was Gira who did a bit of wave but later just played with the audience. Like he move either left or right we had to copy him so like he was testing us.

Once they decided, I think they said B. Once again Racles did a B pose. I think it was like his arm curve to his side and one leg curve against the other. I forgot how they did the B hand 😅 but Gira said it was wrong.

They all question him and somehow Gira was figuring out how to explain so he took out a snack hidden him. He open it and start eating which everyone was questioning him what was he doing. He said he needed the snacks to explains. Yet while he was explaining they were all saying it didn’t seem like it. I can’t remember if he admit he might does it wrong or not (The Kings & aides refuse to be wrong lol)

Afterward Kaguragi turns who after he did his Skapon-Tanuki. He immediately ask the audience if they know his colour 😆 then Kaguragi just did whatever he can with the audience with the penlight while the rest discuss.

They guess it correctly and yes Racles still did his body pose answer 😂

Afterward it was like Niigata sort of promoting their prefecture, it was voluntarily. Yanma went up first then follow by Rita. Apparently both of them did food & in their roll call sort of momentum. (I don’t recall what they said 😭 but it sound & felt like that)

Yet Yanma was so impressed with Rita that he went up to sort of give their approval which is like fist bump. (Considering they always don’t get along lol)

Then Matsumoto-San said they can do one more. Somehow the audience sabotaged Racles to do it who was taken back. He really couldn’t think what to say and even if he did. It was sort of short which confused the rest. Only Yanma & Rita had the guts to sort of well applauded him but by doing the A applauded like I mention earlier. (I THINK THEY WERE TEASING HIM)

Racles was like stop itttttt he was like embarrassed.

Next was character song.

Himeno performed first while I can’t say much it a normal performance but I always notice everyone always trying to figure out the penlight colour 😂 (they always help out each other)

Next was Jeramie who performed

There was one part while he was performing Racles was being…playful and was like swaying side to side behind him.

Apparently if I remember correctly Kaguragi was still figuring out the colour with Rita then once he got it. He went over to Racles and then they started doing swaying side to side even while Jeramie was performing 😂

After that was final word so Racles wanted to do a call & response. So he did two one was

Call: Tami wa

Response: Dogu

Call: Watashi ga

Response: Kuni da

Basically it is infamous line. People are tool and he is country.

Jeramie was next I think drawing of heart. He did it before asking us to be silent before say aishiteru and with a bang? (I honestly cannot remember but I remember he did a bang)

As afterward I think Kaguragi also did a bang but I complete forgot because of the next part…

Rita was like I promise everyone we will be together forever. Then pause…does anyone want to be shot by me?

OF COURSE EVERYONE RESPONSE

Rita did the shooting pose and Bang!

(I nearly die…)

THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT YANMA AND HIMENO but if I am correct Yanma was just saying Skapon Tanuki to us and Himeno call response.

Morfonia did call and respond but approval from Rita.

So she did

Call: Gokkan

Response: Fudo

Also the reason Yanma doesn’t do call & response if Shiokara is around since he do it for him so it.

Call: Yanma-Kun

Response: Kakkoi!

(Yanma-Kun is cool)

Gira had one too but I don’t remember 😅

Third show Act 2

Morfonia intro herself normally

It was like what does a King do on their off day.

Rita and Morfonia was up first apparently they both disappeared into the backstage. They had reappear on stage with Moffun fan and a big Moffun. Apparently they went shopping for Moffun.

I read somewhere the fan said Moffun hardcore fan? Then behind was 同担拒否 i am not sure how to translate that 😅

Morfonia was showing off her big Moffun while Rita was saying they got a small one given to them by their fav idol Iko Marina. Then they started calling out for them.

(In episode 38 Rittan idol, the idol that appear who thought she was in Sentai production)

And yeah Ikoma Rina was in the room (I read she show off her Rita’s towel I was on second floor so didn’t see)

Yanma and Shiokara were saying they weren’t sure how to top that…

They sort of did like a fishing trip 😂 where they haven’t caught anything until finally they did.

Only to be disappointed the reason they caught nothing because hook was stuck on Yanma’s shoes?

Then they did like janga? Almost like it a comedy skit

Then they had time for one more Matsumoto-San was asking? I think or he already decide. Since yeah Racles name got call again. (apparently he can’t take a break)

So it Gira & Racles

Apparently they choose scenario where Racles was waiting for Gira while queuing for food.

Gira finally arrive and Racles wanted to pull him to where he was waiting. However someone stop him saying it not good to cut line.

Racles was very persistent since he say Gira wanted to eat while Gira was trying not make a scene. It ended when they realize the person stopping them is Douga 🤣

Then they did janga also which Yanma and Shiokara were protesting 😂

Next is

Is Himeno selfish?

To honest I think all these moment is just when she not ahem in character ahem.

Matsumoto-San was asking everyone scenario.

Apparently Rita & Kaguragj kept raising their hand and trying to get attention only to get scolded by Matsumoto-San.

I know Kaguragi Rita and Racles? Yanma a bit also got give their input that she is not selfish.

I don’t recall much but I remember one being the pizza.

Kaguragi was saying like she would order pizza and sharing it with the rest.

Himeno just responded she wouldn’t be able to finished it that why.

Basically even scenario Himeno was just denying being not selfish.

Of course the audience had to decide if she was being selfish or not with the clap. Himeno was trying to get us to show she is selfish but of course 😆 she couldn’t.

So it concluded she isn’t selfish.

Finally the last part…

Apparently everyone decide to do call & response.

Racles was the same as 2nd show. Then Jeramie wanted to try it out and (he was being a bit mean lol)

Call: Jeramie Suki Kai?

Response: Daisuke!

He kept doing it but in between he was like about to say Kaguragi name but stop. (Usually he like to ask if they like Kaguragi too sometimes)

So yeah this is where the Kings start to get petty since like Jeramie was getting TOOO much attention.

Kaguragi was next.

Call: Tofu min wa!

Response: Chikyuichi

Kaguragi then like smirks to Jeramie

Rita was next who wanted to do cal and response also.

Call: Zutto

Response: Issho

Rita also smirks at Jeramie

Himeno was next

Call: Watashi ga tsuyokutte ittara

Response: Utsukushi

Himeno turn to smirks at Jeramie who wasn’t sure what to say but was just smiling about it.

(I love when they just want to out do one another like in G-Rosso the penlight! Sadly I don’t think Racles has a colour 🥲)

Of course Yanma didn’t bother since Shiokara did his call and response again like 2nd show.

Morfonia was like since Rita did already call and response she like never mind. Rita say she can still do like before

Apparently Morfonia got too excited and say can it be Gokkan & Rita? Rita probably a bit puzzle say ok

Call: Gokkan to Rita

Response: Fudo

Morton is joke that Rita cannot move from their spot then Rita was like then they cannot leave Niigata 😂😅

I save the best for last of course

Gira say he really thought long and hard for it his call & response since his last one was that good.

Call: Red Panda

Response: Gira Hasty

IT WAS SO FUNNY AND GOOD HAHAHA I will just like to say Gira won this ‘unofficial’ contest hahaha 🤣

Oh yeah at the end of the show Gira will always do call & response with us. His infamous line.

Call: Sekai O

Response: Shihai Suru!

Wahhh I don’t know how the people who go watch show remember so well. I don’t remember much but like bit and pieces…so yeah. Well I doubt my next event I have to remember much I think 🤣

Anyway thanks for anyone who read until the end and sorry if it messy hahaha I tried…

[random-mha-thoughts]

Observant (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, College AU

Word Count: 2,562

Summary: In which Shouto moves to the library to study, but it’s more than the quiet atmosphere keeping him coming back.

Tags: @yamichxn @liviitehe @cyanide9602

*Btw it's been a while since I updated my taglist and everyone's usernames I have are from like 2 years ago, so if you wanna be on it shoot me an ask/DM and I'll update it

A/N: Ok maybe I lied and this took longer to write than a week, but it's a lot longer than I thought it would be!

While I liked this idea in theory, once I wrote it I wasn't as big a fan as I thought. *sigh* The life of a writer... Always hating what you put out...

I hope you guys like it, it's more in Shouto's POV than the reader's which is different for me. I think it's pretty cute, and that's what matters.

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Shouto needed a change.  Studying inside an empty classroom or in his dorm room alone wasn’t productive anymore; more often than not, he’s started spacing out or having to reread entire pages of his notes.  It also didn’t necessarily help that his roommate this year caused so much of a ruckus every day - the roommate tended to have loud company over frequently, or he would stumble into the room in the wee hours of the night when Shouto was still studying - that Shouto's normally abundant patience had run out and he didn't want to sour their relationship by confronting him (Also read: he had no more fucks to give and it was getting on his last nerve).

Finding a replacement study space was the best decision he’d ever made.

Izuku took him to one of the school library’s quiet floors, the place he tends to study after class.  The floor looked cozy; among the endless rows of library books, there were rows of desks pushed against a wall covered in windows.  A wider clearing in the middle of the entire floor had a few larger tables to seat about six to eight students.  On the other side of the rows of desks were locked rooms that groups can request to reserve for a few hours.

Izuku couldn’t stand the typical absolute quiet on this floor, so he tended to reserve one of the rooms with a classmate after a long day of classes; the extra privacy was an added bonus.  Iida couldn’t make it, so the freckled fellow was grateful to Shouto for tagging along.  The duo settled into a room with concrete white walls and a simple table, a large plane of plexiglass the only view into the rest of the library.

Shouto didn’t care about the room almost feeling like a prison; there was enough natural lighting from a double window, it was minimalistic, and he was in the presence of a friend if he needed someone to talk to when he took small breaks.  He figured even if Izuku didn’t come with him every day, he could sit at one of the desks in the middle of the room with his earbuds in for a few hours.  A completely focused section of the library with no distractions, just what he wanted.

Until some movement caught the corner of his eye through the plexiglass and made him do a double-take.

A girl with hair reaching past her shoulder blades approaches one of the nearby bookshelves, the white sleeves of her shirt folded up to her elbows and a burgundy skirt sitting just above her knees.  The outfit alone earned a small glance from him, but what made him stare curiously was her actions.  She moved a few heavy tomes aside, revealing a much smaller one hidden behind them.  She plucked it from its place, opened up to a bookmarked page, and proceeded to twist the “bookmark” into her hair, making a neat bun near her nape, before walking away.

Shouto couldn’t help gawking at her receding figure.  She not only hid a book in a secret hiding spot, but she used her hair stick - or fork, or pin, he was too far to tell exactly what it was - as a bookmark when she was done reading for the day.  He’s heard of Fuyumi using everything but an actual bookmark to hold her place, but he’s never actually seen another person with such a habit.  It made sense, one would want to pin their long hair out of their face to read - Fuyumi says she keeps her hair on the short side because long hair is a hassle to control - and Shouto acknowledges how clever she is.  But then how does she spend the rest of her day with her hair down?  Doesn’t it get it in the way the rest of the day?  Going outside with the wind kicking around?  Eating with her hair all over the place?  Catching it on her backpack or her jacket?  Maybe he was getting ahead of himself and this was a one-time thing, she just happened to not have a bookmark and the only thing on hand was her accessory and something was better than simply folding the page down.

Shouto realized he’d spent a whole 5 minutes ruminating about this mysterious girl and her hair and her reading habits.  He’d just found a new distraction, and he wasn’t mad at it.

After a few hours of homework and studying with Izuku in the locked room, Shouto noticed the girl walking slowly back to the same bookshelf, nose buried in the pages, bun still in place.  The boy silently chuckled to himself as she stood completely still for a few beats, he figured she was just finishing up a chapter.

He suddenly stops short and his eyes widen.

In one swift motion, she pulled the stick from her bun and, as if in slow motion, the silky strands were freed, falling past her shoulders as she shook it out.  It was more satisfying seeing it all fall down after she meticulously pinned it up.  And of course, it just looked pretty.

In doing so, her glance catches him from her periphery.  His heart stopped as he quickly turned back to his laptop screen, already holding his breath.  He’s not a creep, he told himself as his face heats up, his mind was just bored and his eyes wandered and he just so happened to catch activity happening.  Simple.  It’s not like he wanted to see her do it again.

Izuku stretches his arms over his head.  “Yikes, I didn’t notice how late it was.  Wanna break for the night and come back tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

~*~

Shouto has come to expect the usual schedule of events: He would settle into the study room with his study partner and unpack as he waits for the girl to come retrieve her book.  He would watch as she’d expertly weave the stick in her hair, give a cute little head shake to make sure it was strong enough to hold, and then disappear into the library to read her book.  A few hours into his work, he’d wait for her to come back to her book hiding spot.  The most satisfying part of his day would be watching her pull the stick out of her hair and letting that cascade of silky hair fall past her shoulders.  He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of that.  On his way out one day, he snuck a peek at what book she was reading and inspected her hair stick.  It was a simple enough design, thin and gold colored with a leaf pattern at the very end of it.

Sure, it sounds creepy to an outsider.  But he’s not a stalker, he’s just a creature of habit.

Or, that’s what he tried to tell himself whenever he would accidentally meet her eyes and have to turn his head quickly.  Which has happened more times than he’d like to admit in a 3 week span.

“What’s IcyHot looking at so intently?”  Katsuki’s gruff voice alerts Shouto out of his trance one afternoon as he waits for the mystery girl to appear at the end of the day as usual.  “You’ve been looking over there all day.”

Shouto tears his eyes away from the bookshelf, clearing his throat and staring at his screen.  “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”

Katsuki and Izuku’s eyes darted to where Shouto was looking to find the girl retrieving her book as usual.  A smug look spreads across the blond’s face as he leans back in his chair.  “Ohh, I see.  You’re watching the pretty girl.”

Shouto clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give the boy the satisfaction of being right.

“You like her, right?”

“No!”  Damnit.  “She just happens to be here every day too.”  He can’t stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Well she’s coming over here, be ready.”

As soon as Shouto’s heart lurches, there’s a soft knock at the door.  Shouto glances around to Izuku and then Katsuki, who’s smirking.  “Go on, answer it.  She’s not looking for us.”

Shouto wants nothing more than to punch his smug face, but he hurries over to the room door to open it.  He stiffens up when he sees the girl standing right in front of him.

Up close, she has a slightly rounded face, her black-framed glasses framing cat eyes and long eyelashes.  Her mouth was slightly agape for a split second before stiffly closing it to compose herself and stand up straighter.  “Um, hi.  I hope I’m not bothering you.”

Shouto closes the door behind him.  “No, not at all.”  He shoves a hand in his pocket to try looking casual while his heart flutters at being close enough to someone he’s been watching from a distance.

“I actually wanted to ask you a favor.”  She pushes her glasses up on her face nervously.  “Do you mind hiding this somewhere in your study room?”  She’s clutching her book to her chest, the dark cover contrasting against her white sweater.

Shouto’s eyes couldn’t help taking a quick glance down; the dark book cover contrasts against her white sweater tucked into her black plaid mini skirt ending just above her knees, the rest of her legs covered by sheer black tights and ending in a pair of black boots with a low heel.

“I usually hide it behind one of the sections of books no one reads,” she continues, pivoting a bit to point, letting Shouto glance down quickly to the black plaid mini skirt, sheer tights, and black heeled boots before she turns back around.  “But I figured someone might move it one day.  And I just happen to notice that you’re in this room every day at the same time, I can count on it being in the same place…”  She tucks a hair behind her ear and Shouto nearly melts at the way her voice trails off sheepishly.

Shouto reaches out to take the book she’s offering to him.  “Yeah, I’ll keep it here in the room.  It should be locked overnight.”

She clasps her hands in front of her and smiles at him.  “Thank you!  I’ll come back to get it tomorrow, promise.”

Shouto dazedly smiles back at her.  “Sure…  See you tomorrow, then.”

She gives him a little bow and walks away from him, letting him get a whiff of her fruity-floral perfume.  He stands there a moment to watch her, containing his excitement before collecting himself and ducking back into the room.  He realized his palms were sweaty when he sat back down and wanted to study the book cover.

He feels eyes on him, only to meet Katsuki’s shit-eating grin and Izuku’s eager smile.

The blond is the first to break the silence.  “Well?  What did she want?”

Shouto plays back the conversation in his head.  “She gave me her book to keep in the room overnight.”  She happens to notice me here… Shouto thinks, Every day…  Just like I notice her here every day…  “She must think I’m a stalker or something,” he mumbles.

“Oh my god.”  Katsuki facepalms.  “It means she likes you, you idiot!  She just wanted an excuse to talk to you!”

The clueless boy blinks, causing the blonde to groan.  “Why else would she come up to you specifically and not Deku?”

Izuku gives his childhood friend a hard look.  “I agree with Kacchan, she looked shy to talk to you.  Maybe you should do something nice for her and ask her out?”

When the pieces finally click in place, Shouto’s face turns brighter red than his hair at the prospect of the girl possibly being interested in him too.

“IcyHot’s got such a huge crush!” Katsuki guffaws, hitting the table.

~*~

“Thanks for taking care of my book again,” the girl smiles.

Shouto’s already racing heart squeezes as their fingers just barely brush during the exchange, rubbing the back of his neck.  It’s a regular occurrence, but the gesture never fails to fluster him.  “N-No problem.  I know it’s important to you.”  He coughs.  “I actually read a little bit of it this time.”  He thinks she stiffens up for a moment.  “I apologize if I was intruding!” he says quickly.

“N-No, it’s fine!”  She clutches the book to her chest tightly with both hands, managing a nervous chuckle.  “How far did you get?”

“Just the first three chapters, I didn’t get too far.”  Her nervous behavior makes Shouto sweat.  Did he cross a line?  She must think he’s indecent now if she didn’t before.

“Oh.”  She visibly relaxes.  “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d look.  I thought it looked too…girly for you to be interested.”

“I figured you’re reading it so intensely, it must be good.  I was just curious, I’m sorry.”  He feels his face heat up in shame again.  He keeps glancing at the book, not knowing if he should find some way to take it back from her or not; only adrenaline had let him go through with his plan.

The girl realizes the book feels thicker in her hands, the split created by her bookmark now a small hole.  Her fingers reach inside and open up to that page, eyes widening.

She plucks out a thin golden stick with a burgundy flower at the head, a matching chain tassel with a gem at the end hanging off of it.  “What’s this?”

The boy’s throat is parched and his heartbeat almost deafens him.  “I know how much you like using these sticks to tie up your hair, and you tend to wear reds and burgundy a lot.  I wanted to give you a nicer looking one that matches.”

Shouto almost wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole when she stares up at him wordlessly.  The girl finally smiles warmly.  “It’s really pretty, thank you, I love it!”

The boy lets out a held breath, the cold fear slightly leaving him.  “Oh good, I’m glad.”

She hands him the book to hold as she wraps her hair up and places the stick in the bun.  Shouto’s chest fills with pride as she turns her head to show him.  “How does it look?”

“Stunning,” he blurts out and his eyes immediately widen at his unintentional candor, earning a giggle out of her.  He hangs onto the wondrous sound and the way her warm eyes bore into him.  “Would you grab dinner with me later?”

She slightly tilts her head at him with a smile, sending more warmth through him.  “I’d love to.”

Shouto smiles back, his whole body relaxing and his heart full.  “Great!  See you later, then.”

The girl reaches both her hands to gently retrieve her book, allowing more contact to linger between them as she shyly keeps their eyes locked.  “See you then.”

As she walks away, the burgundy tassel swaying side to side, Shouto leans back against the door for a moment and smiles to himself.  He feels lighter now, looking forward to his date.  As he turns to go back inside the room, he briefly wonders if he should learn how to use one of those hair sticks; maybe he’ll get the chance to weave his fingers through her silky hair and place it himself.  He’ll get the chance to pull it out, eventually.

[captainschaos]

ran late on this, but my last and biggest writing for @mcyt-aro-week! day 6: coming out / found family & day 7: free day!

just some really fun fluffy writing for the big ol polycule of a household I like to rotate in my head, a bunch of aromantics, queerplatonics, and family <3 really a very self indulgent writing but truly that's gotta be the point of it all yayyy ^_^ (includes joel, lizzie, cleo, bdubs, etho, and tango btw)

[ao3 link] words: 3002

(I'm also including a longer pronoun reference for this one since I use a lot of funky ones. like I said this piece is self indulgent LOL) Lizzie: she/her Bdubs: she/he Tango: he/it Cleo: she/they/rot Etho: he/she Joel: she/he

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Lizzie felt quite lucky to have such a splendid garden behind the house. Full of life and fresh fragrances, light and color, it was truly an environment with instantaneous spirit-lifting effects. And even better- she’d built that!

Well, not exactly. She can’t take all the credit. 

“What’s all this!” Bdubs exclaimed. 

“Hm?” Lizzie peeked around the corner from the garden bed she’d been working in, and spotted Bdubs at the bed over. She was biting his lip, frowning down at the leaves he was inspecting. 

Lizzie stood and made her way over to look over Bdubs’ mossy shoulder. 

“Just a little dehydrated, isn’t it?” she said. 

Bdubs’ frown remained persistent. “I’m not sure.” She looked up at Lizzie with those enormous eyes of his, head tilted just a little bit, questioning. It was very cute. “Isn’t the color a bit off for that?” 

Lizzie had to work very hard to steer away from those beautiful brown eyes to look back at the sickly plant. “Hm… you might be right. I still think it could just be thirsty though, and that’s definitely easier to fix! So maybeee we just give it extra water for a few days, and hope it goes away?” 

Bdubs immediately burst into his hearty laugh, and Lizzie found herself giggling along with her. 

“Oh, yes~” he said in that funny way she did. “If we pretend it’s not bad soil or something then surely it will be so!” 

Lizzie laughed, and brushed her knuckles over Bdubs’ cheek before stepping back to the plants she was working at. “Exactly!” 

Bdubs’ gaze seemed to linger on Lizzie for a moment, smiling dopily, but she quickly hopped up and headed back toward the house. “Grabbing a watering can it is~!” Lizzie blushed just a bit, but quickly got back to work in the garden bed. 

Lizzie liked this way they went about their… crushes, no use beating around the bush. Not having to hide it, but they had both agreed they didn’t feel the need to make it a standard kind of romantic relationship. It was for fun, more than anything else. 

There was something very freeing about being the only two alloromantic people in a house of aromanticism, surrounded by webs of queerplatonic and otherwise non-standard relationships, when considering a thing like theirs. Both of them had their marriages, Lizzie in a happily constructed romantic relationship with Joel, and Bdubs the happy queerplatonic partner of Cleo, but they were also both very aware of their feelings for each other. Those feelings didn’t go much deeper than fluffy romance for the two of them, but the underlying friendship and their security in the net of other dedicated relationships around them meant they could feel just fine about that. 

Funny thing about aromantic ideas, they’re actually a lot more freeing for everyone. 

Bdubs pushed open the back door to the house, stepping into the mudroom behind the kitchen, singing, “I’m home~!!” 

“You were in here 15 minutes ago, moss man!” Tango snickered from where he stood by the sink. 

“And that’s a long time for people to miss my beautiful face!” 

Tango set a sparkling clean bowl on the towel that had been laid on the counter beside the sink. It seemed the phoenix had ended up with the dish duties for the day. “Of course!” He murmured the next part under its breath, with a teasing twinkle in its eye, “would have liked another five minutes of peace and quiet though…”

“HEY!” 

Tango burst into laughter, setting down the sponge as he flipped to face Bdubs, leaning back against the counter as he clutched his stomach. “Oh, it’s too easy!” 

Bdubs put her hands on her hips, expression split between an offended scowl and a suppressed grin. “What’s easy?! Being- being rude!?” 

With a last huff of laughter, Tango took two fresh towels from a drawer, and tossed one to drape over Bdubs’ face in a gentle attack. “Making you mad, mossy. Come help me dry, will ya?” 

“Hmph!” Bdubs’ voice remained angry, but his big eyes were smiling when she pulled the towel off his face. “Only because I’m so nice. Unlike some people.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Grab that pan.” 

The two of them fall into an easy rhythm in moments, only the soft clatter of stacking dishes interrupting the comfortable silence. It’s like that with them, the teasing and ribbing flowing as easily as simple, undemanding company. Partners of the same partners, that’s kind of how it settled. There was something rather reassuring about the metamour relationship for them, where they knew what the other liked because they knew what they liked themself, a kind of mirror of affection. Maybe in a world where they hadn’t found themselves colliding from shared orbits, they would have run into each other on their own and filled the gaps. But probably not. It was too comfortable like this, why would they change anything? Held in proximity by the people around them, and happy to do so. 

The drying was done in just a few minutes, and Tango giggling at its own last joke at Bdubs as she stepped back out into the garden, watering can in hand. The phoenix put his hands on its hips, surveying the now clean kitchen. Seemed everything was done here, so now to decide what to do next…

The phoenix jumped and let out a very manly squeak as a loud BANG sounded from upstairs. 

“I’m fine!” Cleo’s voice followed. 

“You sure?’ Tango shouted up, already hopping up the stairs two at a time. 

“Yep, I’m sure! Just don’t come u-” 

Whoops. Too late. Tango had already pushed open the door to Cleo’s workshop. In its defense, the zombie ought to have known he’d come running at any scary sound. 

There were bronze feathers scattered across the floor, and a life-sized figure in smooth, blank clay laying awkwardly on its side. There was some kind of contraption wrapped around its torso to cling to its back, mangled wiring in two flared shapes. Wings. A few of the bronzed feathers hung from these outstretched tendrils of copper, still swinging from the momentum of the crash, and a few splinters of clay were still spinning where they’d shattered from the elbow that had taken the brunt of the impact when the statue fell. 

“Turns out, wings are a real pain to balance!” Cleo said, shooting Tango a flicker of a smile before kneeling to gather the feathers that had come to a stop at rots feet. Tango’s own wings readjust as it kneels to join her. 

“Wait, was this-?” 

“Yeah, it was for you, silly,” Cleo cut him off with a chuckle. “Or of you. Something like that.” 

“Whah! Wh-” Tango made a series of strangled sounds as his hair started to flare up, golden flames flicking to frame his flustered expression. 

Cleo laughed even more at that, and began to teasingly shake one feather at it like a disapproving finger. “I do nice things, Tango! Don’t be so surprised.” But their smile betrayed that there was no real hurt. 

It wasn’t everyday that the two of them did things like this for each other, but it also wasn’t rare either. Tango and Cleo exchanged the occasional gift, went on the occasional date, all in a platonic sense but certainly with gestures generally associated with romance. Their relationship was more based in much smaller gestures, like huddling up together when a storm had them on edge, or holding hands on the walk to stressful adulting business. They were founded on that kind of comfort, and it occasionally, naturally for them, bloomed into these kinds of things. They’d been jokingly called girlfriends enough times for them to be able to laugh about that kind of thing, so sure! They were “just” friends, but also did dating things. Why not? But it still managed to make Tango’s wings puff up with happy embarrassment about gestures like this. 

Cleo particularly liked getting those kinds of reactions from Tango. As she watched the phoenix stumble for a response to rots jabbing, they laid a hand on his shoulder briefly. “I’ll forgive you for the rudeness because you helped clean up though.” They rubbed her thumb over his shoulder quickly before letting up and walking to the desk in one corner of the workshop, where rot very gracefully dumped all the collected feathers. Tango followed and did the same, finally seeming to recompose itself to jab back. 

“You’d better! I gotta say, bangin’ around up here with a surprise, not even with the door locked? Rookie mistake on your part.” 

“It was meant to be locked!” Cleo exclaimed with a playful pout. “I told Etho to lock it when she left a minute ago.” 

Cleo then registered the footsteps that had been passing by a few seconds ago, but were now halted outside the room. A very quiet voice piped up. “I thought I’d locked it.” 

Tango exploded with laughter as Cleo banged open the door, laughing too hard to even pretend to frown at Etho. His own eyes were smiling though behind her mask. 

“Foiled! You have to help me fix it then, since Tango already took cleanup.” 

Etho leaned over to peek into the room, eyeing the contraption on the back of the statue Tango was currently standing back up. 

“Sounds fun, actually. You were having trouble with the balancing, yeah?”

“Yeah, extra limbs are always hard. And attaching the feathers is more of a puzzle than an art, really.” Cleo stepped to the side to let Etho into the room, and began to actually assess the damage to the statue. “I’ll need to patch up that elbow too… I’ll need fresh clay.” 

“I can grab you some,” Tango offered. 

“You’re my hero, that’d be lovely Tango.” The phoenix nodded, and hopped to the door, pausing in the frame before ducking out of sight and down the stairs. 

“Coming right up!” 

So Cleo was left to look at Etho while he looked at the statue. 

“Well?” 

“I would have thought that’d do the trick, honestly,” Etho began. “It looks even enough, particularly over the leg positioning.” 

Cleo chuckled and stepped to stand beside her, crossing rots arms as rot assessed the structure. “Well, that’s what I’d thought too, but,” they gestured to the bits of clay shattering on the floor, “boom.” 

“Yeah… not ideal, huh?” 

“Nope!” 

“Hm… have you tried anchoring it with some kind of extra plating?” 

The two of them were quickly caught up in flowing discussion, as natural as water rolling downhill. Didn’t even have to think about it, they clicked so well, and ideas seemed near-telepathically tossed between them. They were built on understanding, like that. It’s why a partnership worked so well, why they were home to each other. Who cared if Etho was a good kisser or any of that, it was never a thought that crossed Cleo’s mind, or vice versa for the fae to think about the zombie like that. They didn’t have to think much about their relationship at all past the few establishing conversations they’d had about it, it just fell into place. They understood each other, in ways no one else did. If that’s not what “queerplatonic” was for, then what was? 

After several minutes of this, Tango returned from digging through closets and storage chests with a package of fresh, soft clay, and Etho took a step back as Cleo reached out for it. 

“Thanks, Tango!” 

“No problem!” The phoenix glanced between the two of them. “You guys get it figured out?” 

“I think so,” Cleo mumbled, already only half-focused on conversing, hands now occupied with smoothing over the clay patch on the statue’s elbow. It made Etho chuckle, noticing the way they stuck rots tongue out between her teeth just the tiniest bit in focus. 

“I think rot’s got a handle on it now,” Etho said. “I’ll leave you to it Cleo.” The zombie’s focus broke for just a moment to shoot him a soft smile in silent thanks, before turning back to work. Tango seemed to be settling in to chat idly while she worked, but Etho turned on heel and headed downstairs. 

There was a breeze coming in through the open windows near the front of the house, and it drew Etho toward them. She found herself wandering into the living room, where he picked a seat near one of the larger windows, and-

“RAH!” 

“Joel!” Etho exclaimed with a laugh as he suddenly found one of the house’s two brown and green folk on top of him. Not soft enough to be Bdubs’ mossy form though, and the shout was definitely Joel’s. If it wasn’t for the sound and feel of her, though, Etho wouldn’t be able to identify him through the pile of person on top of him. 

“What Etho, you stuck? Fallen into my trap? Seems like I win, Etho, if you give up that easy!” Joel was managing to poke one finger into Etho’s ribs with each sentence, so Etho started working on detangling her arms to poke back. 

“I didn’t tap yet!” After a second the fae managed to grab what seemed to be Joel’s shoulder and tug him to the side, so the smaller figure was tucked somewhat into the spot in between the side of the armchair and Etho’s body. Somewhat. She was definitely still halfway on top of Etho, with one of Etho’s arms pinned behind him, but at least he could see Joel’s overly pleased grin now. “There.”

Joel pushed at Etho, partially readjusting and partially for the continued fight of it. “You’re pinching my leg, Etho.” 

“Well whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” Joel said with a smirk. Etho flicked her ear. 

“Okay, sure! Says the guy that jumped on me.” 

But as much as they were poking at each other, verbally and physically, neither of them were really trying to get away from the other. They just needed an excuse, of course. For the closeness, for them to be able to sit like this- and the wonderful thing was, they always found it with each other. The both of them had old problems with putting up walls, with their reputations seeming to push out any room for moments of weakness, but all it takes is one excuse to knock those down. Double Life’s soulmate bond, of course, but past that, little moments like this. For whatever reason, it was able to override any protest their proud minds might make. This was a sparring match, clearly, so they could relax and be fulfilled by the contact and presence of the other. And there was fun in the game, and a kind of admission of love under Joel caring enough to “attack.” At this point, they’d broken the walls down enough they were far more comfortable with the casual and sweet, but there was still such a power to these kinds of interactions. The ability to completely ignore any kinds of social rules, and just lay on top of each other in a chair that really didn’t fit them. 

“What are you two doing?” Lizzie piped in with a chuckle as she appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. 

“I’m winning,” Joel said, beaming as she reached back to poke Etho’s ribs another time to demonstrate. “See?” 

Lizzie shook her head as the grinned at the sight of them. “You’re going to break that chair.” 

“Joel might,” Etho said, which Joel of course repaid with an elbow to the gut. “Ow!” 

“He might fall out of it, if nothing else.” Lizzie glanced to give Etho a friendly wink. “You can give him a good shove, I won’t tell.” 

“Hey!” Joel shouted as Etho started to slowly push her in a way that would roll him over the chair’s arm and onto the floor if kept up. “You’re my wife, you’re supposed to be on my side!” 

“I mean, I think being your wife is the perfect reason to want to see you pushed onto the floor,” Lizzie said with a last giggle as she turned away from the doorway. “Love you!” 

Joel suddenly found himself on the floor. “Love you too.” He pushed himself up to sit criss-cross, and crossed her arms to match as she glared up at Etho. “Can’t believe you’d team up with my wife against me.” 

Etho giggled as he peered down over the armrest at Joel, propping his cheek up with one arm against it. “Let’s be honest, I could get anyone in this house to team up to get you.” 

Joel huffed, but not quite in an annoyed enough fashion to cover her own giggling. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

And she was. Across the web of relationships stretching through this house, there were a million little reasons for anyone else to join in on the fun, to feel comfortable enough to get in on the teasing without worrying about anyone going to far, to have affection worth demonstrating in such a way. Because Joel may have been married to Lizzie, but Lizzie was kissing Bdubs, and Bdubs was linked up to Tango through partnerships with Cleo and Etho, and Joel was tangled back up into it through each unique, inescapable connection. None of them were the same, but they were all built on this household. This house, safe and vibrant and alive as it was, shared by all of them, connected all of them. It was a messy thing, all the complexities and relationships that didn’t fit in boxes or under labels, but it was their family of a strange sort. The people who were havens of safety, the place they’d built to just exist together, comfortable and happy. Far from conventional, always a blur of interwoven interactions, but at the end of the day, dinner was usually at six, and everyone would have a bed to sleep in at the end of the night. 

What more could you expect from a home? 

[starsunderwaterr]

Sleeping with the Idols + Agent 8 + Cap’n 3! (pt. 4)

Hey hey hey we on the final part!! 

Cap’n’s part was super long because I love my little shy muffin and the 4 AM creative juices were flowing 

This was so much fun, feel free to leave requests!

(Y/N) — your name

(N/N) — nickname

All characters involved are 18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: PTSD episode, mentions of death, mentions of depression

Cap’n 3!

Had to save the best for last <3....and btw this one is super long, so I’m gonna split it into mini chunks 

Also using she/they pronouns for our Cap’n :>

Schleepovers!

Getting the Cap’n to trust you took...awhile to say the least

Years actually, but y’all can read about that when I post ab it AHAH-

Sleeping with them started out separately, as they weren’t ready for that much excitement yet, but you also lived in two different apartments, so it was just easier

The rare times you would have sleepovers, the two of you would sit next to each other and pass out on the couch next to each other watching a movie <3

If Three was feelin’ extra affectionate, they’d lean their head on your shoulder or slump into you a little more than usual

Since Three doesn’t really talk much, you read her well through her body language (and she loves that you pick up on this too)

You can really tell when they like something by how much they’ll look at you or how bright their eyes will get

and it’s sooooo cute bro omg

Sleepovers heal their inner child that never got to be a child

As time went on, and you guys got closer, she would start to use her words more with you, because they knew you were a safe space

You guys were talking about plans, and the possibility of a sleepover when you suddenly remembered you couldn’t go :(

Three looked up at you from their cap, “Sleepover tonight?” By her eyes, you could tell they really wanted to

You smiled, “Sure!” But right as you said it, you facepalmed, sighing.

“Oh wait! Cod...I’m sorry, Three...I forgot that tonight is my friend’s birthday party...” Three didn’t look phased, but their eyes dropped. 

“It’s okay.” Don’t get alarmed, Three wasn’t mad, they’re just very blunt! (they’re a very healthy person <3)

Buuuuuttt, to make up for it, you surprised them, and omgggggg BRO

You left the party early, explaining that you had something important to do

Being the cool partner you were, you decided to surprise your love by knocking on her door

and dude omgggg-

The look on their face when they saw it was you at the door?????

DYING it was ADORABLE

You knocked on the familiar apartment door, waiting patiently as you could hear shuffling from inside

A glimpse of their eye came into the peephole before the door opened a lightning speed and with godly force, Three standing there shocked in their pjs

“Hey.” You smiled, watching a smile come onto their face (and man were they trying so hard to hide it too)

“Hey...” Three mumbled, about to internally explode

COD THEY WERE SO HAPPY THAT NIGHT

Literally couldn’t hide their smile as much as they wanted to, and eventually just let it out <3

When Three got comfortable with physical affection, they got even more adorable

Will text you ab coming over a lot more bc they seriously miss being next to you when they sleep

Congratulations, you have been bestowed the Medal of the Safe Space!

She just gets so calm around you, and she can be pretty affectionate when she wants to be

The first time sleeping with Three was definitely one for the books

You let them come to you, and they did

They didn’t speak, but they spoke with their eyes, but you honestly were so tired that you didn’t get it shdhdefhhdhd—

You guys were on your sides facing each other, and Three kept looking from your eyes to your hand, which was laying right next to your face

You furrowed your brows, seeing her face heat up before she grabbed your hand and connected it with their own

You smiled in response, mumbling an apology before giving their forehead a soft kiss

Immediately hid their face- (IN A GOOD WAY I SWEAR)

If you guys are watching something, shoulders and legs are touching, I don’t make the rules

Likes kisses on the forehead and cheek (they make her smile :> )

One day Three sat you down and talked about possibly moving in together

You said yes in a heartbeat

Sleepin’ w/ Three is honestly pretty normal at first, kinda just sticking to each other’s sides but enjoying the warmth

But,,,,as time goes on, they start letting you know that they want a lil more love

Will hug your torso from behind and sleep like that a lot (does it unconsciously too)

Loves holding hands when you go to bed, or at least having a limb touch one of hers

She likes to know that you’re there and safe when they go to sleep because they worry ab you man

TIME FOR A BREAK SQUIDKIDS AND OCTOTOTS

Nightmares and Comfort

Bruh I ain’t gonna lie to you they have nightmares about hurting you or losing you a lot

If they’re not that bad (like once every 2 weeks or so) they usually wake up a little startled, but not enough to cause a disturbance

But, if they’re really stressed from their work as Captain or from other things, they happen more frequently, which causes a lot of insomnia

The worst part is that Three is always trapped in her sanitized self with no way out

So not only is it extremely debilitating for themselves, it’s debilitating to have the thoughts of not wanting to hurt the one you love but literally having no power over it

These kinda nightmares definitely wake you up, because it’s one of the only times Three either gasps loudly or lets out a small scream

The first time it happened, she was so hesitant to let you in

They actually ran into the bathroom and wouldn’t come out because they were so afraid to let you see them like this

But also, looking at you hurt too much

She never wanted to or wants to hurt you, even in arguments

The next time it happened, you were right there again, and as to not overwhelm her, you held their hand and helped to calm them down

Three jolted awake, a loud gasp leaving their throat as they clutched their chest

You sat up, your heart pounding as you recognized the situation right away, “Hey, it’s okay.” 

With tears in their eyes, they took a breath, nodding as they tried to catch onto a calmer rhythm 

You have to be very matter-of-fact with them; don’t sugarcoat it

But man, that look of pure fear in their eyes...it really pains you to see that

Sometimes it’s more severe than other times, and usually when that happens she’ll cling onto you in a hug that practically kills you

Eventually opened up to you about the nightmare, and explained why it makes her feel so on edge

Has cried about it, almost had panic attacks, but what they greatly appreciate (and I mean really appreciate) is that you are always there

Will pass out in your arms listening to your heartbeat afterwards (knowing you are in fact alive comforts her)

If they’re going through the insomnia, you’ll hold them on your chest and rub their back to help them hopefully relax into sleep

Even if it doesn’t work, she’s so comfy and content

Now, if the roles are reversed, and you wake up upset or crying, Three kinda does the same

They’ll instantly shove you into a hug and hold your head with the back of their hand as you cry

Quietly asks you what’s wrong, and if you’re going through it, you might even feel the lump forming in their throat, because it truly pains her to know that you’re suffering too

Will definitely cry with you and will wipe away your tears

Three really loves you, and they’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay

Will kiss you goodnight every.single.night on the cheek, and every time they do, they kinda hesitate before they do and it’s so goddamn cute bro omg

The two of you have had many late night deep talks about your lives and who you both are, and it’s been an honor to have her open up that much to you and talk to you that much

You never told them, and they’ll similarly never tell you, but the two of you both check up on each other in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping to make sure you’re okay

Sometimes you’ll both feel a little smooch on your head or cheek in the middle of the night and can’t help but smile after settling down

Overall, a more serious post, but one of the best slow burn smooch piles ever <3

[mariatesstruther]

Tess and Maria are the type that are continually playing a game of chess. Literally. There's a board in Maria's office that they both take turns making moves on anytime one passes it.

LITERALLY GASPED AUDIBLY AT THIS LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE

reminds me a lot of the main couple from “the glory” if anyone’s watched that show, which like. they are SO mariatess coded. AND BRO A THE GLORY X TLOU MARIATESS AU??? im imagining them as like a longtime spy-duo doing espionage against their enemies to get revenge on people responsible for hurting/targetting their sons (who are JUST FINE, thank u, and literally besties living it up in a private undisclosed safe location) back when they were babies. it turns into a years-long undercover mission against an organization called the fireflies, in which they enlist the help of mercenaries tommy and joel miller

OR like a western-type vibe, something like the brilliance @hypnotisedfireflies is cooking up with The Legend of Charro??? cowgirl murder-wives maria and tess on the run from their lost loves, deputy and sheriff miller?????

OR

in jackson, maria and tess not only have the shared chessboard in maria’s office, but ALSO shared journals that they keep in their respective homes. they’re both constantly at eachother’s places to nap between work, but are both so busy that they rarely end up in the same place to talk at the same time throughout the week. so they leave each other notes in these shared journals to check in and gossip. they both journaled a lot in college and keep their own individual ones too, so it feels like a really familiar source of comfort for them both 🫶🏾

everything’s in them from “today is SHIT” to “left half a joint for u in ur undie drawer, godspeed” “FUCKING THANK YOU THERESA” to “if josie speaks one word at this fucking council meeting, im gonna fucking walk out. one fucking word” to “joels been having nightmares this week. can you go out for a hike with him and try to get him to talk?” “yeah, sure, of course” to “seth’s extra pissy today, im gonna fucking deck him” “okay bet, do it where i can watch” to “if tommy sings ‘im gonna be’ one more fucking time IM gonna walk him 500 miles off a fucking cliff. control ur husband” to “ellie started her period btw, she doesn’t wanna talk about it but keep an eye out” to “hey need a fucking break. wanna hide in the basement tomorrow night for a toke” “me too. fuck yeah i do”

one day joel and tommy find it, read one page, and immediately put that shit the fuck down. they do not wish to die by the hands of their wives

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

There needs to be more Sami Yaffa fics in the world. Anyways- Can I get a fic where reader (preferably fem but it's fine if you can't) is nearly the same height as Sami (he's 6 feet tall btw) and they go to a formal event (you can pick what the event is idrc) and she wears heels. And shes insecure because she feels like she shouldn't be taller than him because people keep making backhanded comments towards her for being taller than Sami.

a/n: AAAA THIS IS PERFECT and also slightly self indulgent cuz i’m 5’7 which isn’t that tall but i still don’t like wearing tall shoes bc ugh but i loveeee sami he’s a sweetheart tysm nonnie ur so right we need more sami stuff

this was a priority even tho i have twenty other drafts from weeks ago i could be finishing rn 💃

cuz like!!! look!!!

anyways!

you were sitting at the mirror finishing your makeup for the event that your boyfriend sami was brining you to tonight. you usually were pretty happy to go to whatever formal events regarding his band that sami brought you along to, and you were usually excited to go. sami helped you pick out your outfits, which today included a long v neck slip dress and a pair of black suede pumps. they added three inches to your height, and they’d stayed in the closet for a while for that reason. but sami must’ve found them and been drawn to them for whatever reason, and it probably didn’t cross his mind that wearing the heels would make you much taller.

“y/n? are you in there?” he knocked on the bathroom door. you set your makeup brush on the counter and opened the door, looking up at sami, who had a soft smile on his face.

“hi, sam.” you half smiled at the sight of him alone.

“did you like the outfit i picked? he noticed you were already wearing the dress he’d found in the closet earlier. you hesitantly nodded, attempting to hide your anxiety about the shoes.

“we’ve got to be there in about an hour, are you almost ready?” he asked sweetly.

“yeah… just a second.” you answered quietly, turning back to the mirror to clean up the counter quickly, then walking out of the bathroom. you grabbed the pair of shoes and walked towards sami, who was now standing in front of the mirror. you put on the shoes and stood next to him.

“we look fabulous, don’t we?” he asked confidently, smiling wide and putting his arm around you while your eyes were completely fixated on the mirror. you nodded, smiling after shutting your eyes.

“alright, we better get going.” he stated after turning around to check the time on the bedside alarm clock. he squeezed your shoulder lovingly and grabbed your hand, walking out the door of your apartment.

as soon as you arrived at the venue, it felt like everyone was watching you. you felt uncomfortably out of place and as thought you stood out a little more than you wanted to. you stood extra close to sami, not letting go of his arm. you were constantly trying to see if you were taller than sami with the heels on, or if you were still slightly shorter. eventually, he noticed you were acting strange.

“are you okay, love?” he asked, making sure he had your attention.

“yeah, i’m alright. can we sit down somewhere?” you asked, hoping your height wouldn’t be as noticeable when you were sitting down. sami nodded and took your hand again to find somewhere to sit. it was a fairly busy event, and you weren’t paying attention when you accidentally bumped into another girl, who was much shorter than you. but you noticed she too was wearing heels. the girl looked up at you after apologizing, and noticed you and sami standing together.

“wow, i could never wear heels if i was that tall…” you were sure you overheard her say to someone else close by. sami must’ve heard it too, because he looked at you with a sudden expression of understanding. you found a small table and sat down, and thank god, because you were just about holding back tears. sami quickly grabbed your hands tightly.

“is that what’s bothering you?” he tried to get you to look at him, but you couldn’t. you just nodded.

“oh love, don’t worry about that. it doesn’t matter if you’re taller than me, or the same height as me, or shorter. i love you so much, and i think you’re absolutely gorgeous. i always will.” he let go of your hand so he could move your head to face him. you quickly caught a tear from your eye. you sniffled, holding sami’s hand tighter and seeking comfort from it. you finally looked into his eyes and saw his genuine smile, causing you to relax a little more.

“thank you sami. i love you so much.” you kissed his hand that he was using to hold your face, and then he kissed you, still holding your hand from across the table. you stood up and held your hand out for him, he took it and did the same, standing proudly and kissing your face once more.

“let’s go get some drinks, alright?”

[vikki-tikki-tavii]

Hi hi! I've had this idea for the longest time and I'd absolutely adore you if you wrote it (sorry if this is really long): a Viktor oneshot where he's crushing really hard on the reader (female if possible) who's his "friend", and he thinks she could never reciprocate but she's has the fattest and most obvious crush on him too. The reader is like the opposite of Viktor, she's short, outspoken, energetic and chatty. She constantly makes attempts at flirting with him, joking and teasing him playfully, but Viktor being the insecure introvert he is just doesn't realize she's head over hills for him. Eventual Jayce's like "hey dude can please confess already, she's obviously so into you". I would love it if at some point the reader told Viktor that she thinks he's incredibly gorgeous and smart and that he has no reason to be insecure. You're so talented btw, love your work

Awww this is adorable (and tysmmmm for the compliment uwu ✨

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Crushing On You pt. 1 ~ Viktor x Reader

Heyy Vikki-Tikki-Tavi!~” you croon sweetly as you bounce into the lab early one morning. Viktor snorts out a laugh as you greet him with yet another ridiculous nickname.

“We’ll hello to you too. You seem a little extra bubbly today. Did Jayce sneak you coffee again?”

“No way!” Jayce called out from across the room. “You remember what happened last time.”

You roll your eyes and blush as you try not to think about how hyper you got one morning when Jayce shared his cup of coffee with you.

“Ugh c’mon that was forever ago! Why do you keep bringing it up?” You pouted as you made your way over to Viktor’s station to take a peek at the hexcore.

“Actually if I recall correctly, it was merely a week ago.” Viktor replies with a smirk.

“Exactly!” You exclaim. “Practically an eternity ago!”

Your over exaggeration manages to bring a laugh out of both men.

“Ha, man you really brighten up the place you goofball.” Jayce chuckles as he pats a hand on you back.

“Yes.” Viktor agrees earnestly “You truly are a joy to have around. You make time in the lab much more enjoyable.”

You squish your hands against your pink-tinted cheeks and giggle bashfully “Aw you guys, hehe…thanks Viktor.”

“Hey what am I? Chopped liver?” Jayce whines jokingly as he makes his way to his workstation. You giggle in a sweet way that (for some odd reason) sends Viktor’s heart beating a bit faster than it should be for someone who is sitting down..

“Of course not! Thank you Jaycey-Waycey~” you comment goofily while blowing a kiss in his direction. The golden boy barks a hearty laugh at the powerfully ridiculous nickname.

“Haha. Alright, I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick. Be right back!” You shout over your shoulder as you jog out of the lab. “And don’t you two dare do anything cool without me!” You threaten mockingly from halfway out the doorframe.

Viktor laughs “We wouldn’t dream of it.” He comments in a soft tone with an even softer smile. A blush colors your face as you smile coyly and head out the door.

Jayce smirks as he turns his head from where you once stood to Viktor’s workstation, where the mad scientist is still smiling at the now empty doorframe.

His smirk widens as he leans back in his chair and fold his hands behind his head

“So…” he feigns making sure the playful teasing is very apparent in his tone, “when are you two love birds gonna get together?”

Viktor’s posture stiffens as he fumbles with the notes in his hand.

“Eh…” he clears his throat which is usually dry all of a sudden. “Pardon me?” He questions trying his best to sound aloof even though the crack in his voice gives it away.

Jayce chuckles as he saunters over to Viktor. “Come on Vik don’t play dumb.” he shrugs an arm around his lab partner’s shoulder and silently notices on the unusual amount of red hue dusting his usually pale cheeks. “You’re crushing on her…”

Viktor sighs in defeat, knowing there’s no point in trying to hide what apparently is so blatantly obvious to his friend.

“Alright Jayce, you’re-“

“And she’s crushing on you.”

“…”

“Vik?”

“…”

“Hey Viktor, you ok buddy? You look like a tomato.” Jayce joked softly while quickly scanning his partner’s appearance. Even though he was pretty sure he knew it was this apparently new revelation that had Viktor in this state, he did want to be sure it wasn’t his friend’s poor health.

“I just…um…are you sure about that Jayce? Does she really feel that way.”

“Well…” Jayce drawls while sitting on the desk “I can’t necessarily speak on her behalf, but from what I observed from the two of you these pass couple months, I’d say my hypothesis is at least 95% accurate. And given how extra cutesy you two were being just a few moments ago, I’m willing to bump that up to 98%.” he responds with a cheeky smirk.

The Viktor was still too stunned to speak, so Jayce continued. “…And if you’re up for it, I think I have a nice way you can officially find out for yourself.”

It will end in disaster. Surely. Viktor knew it for a fact. He could feel it in his bones. His analytical brain couldn’t help but come up with the worst case scenario-both him and the apparently not-so-secret object of his admiration will be humiliated and never want to be in the same room together.

But yet….

There is also a chance that she does indeed share his feelings. And Jayce’s hypothesis ,as baseless as it may be, can actually be correct.

There was a part of him that screamed to take a chance. After all, his entire life up to this point has revolved around him taking a gamble on a risky decision and coming out on top. Maybe he could use what ever last bit of his luck was left on Jayce’s scheme. Just maybe…

“Ok,” Viktor yields with cautiously growing confidence “What do I do?”

He had no idea what was in store, but he did know that Jayce’s cheeky smirk and the playful twinkle in his eye did little to trim the cautious shrub actively growing around his still budding confidence.

[cfrog]

OC-tober Day 4: Redesign

[full prompt list]

A continuation of yesterday's, let's talk about the Sages' many redesigns! But first: some redraws :3c

[2018 -> 2023]

Full ramble under the cut. Read more at your own risk, it is long.

The Sages got their most recent redesigns in 2021. My main focus was making the Sages more unique in their looks, so it's not entirely just recolors of Sage. This is also when I made them all non-human. Lets go down the line.

[same picture as yesterday, i only have the one]

Again, theyre supposed to all be vaguely matchy. They all have bangs on the same side, they've all got some extra color at the ends of their hair, and they all have details under their eyes (freckles for Red, eyebags for Grey, scars for Yellow, blush for Blue). Aside from that, I kinda went wild with these versions.

The primary Sage's (Red Yellow and Blue) are all supposed to look very similar to Sage. Grey is the black sheep of the group, that should be clear on first glance. Red, though, is supposed to look the Most like Sage, because they have the most in common. The two are from similar time periods and, with the addition of Red being a werewolf, similar situations of hiding themselves. Being a werewolf also draws more attention to Red's anger issues, her original defining trait. It's really easy to tell when she's angry. Because she turns into a big dog. Older Red design had a red scarf across her midsection like a belt, because that's where her killing wound was. When I moved her wound to her heart (because its more poetic <3), the scarf came with! Technically, that dangling section is supposed to always cover her left side. I don't do that tho. ALSO as you may have noticed: Red used to be continually covered in blood. Her new design is less murderous, so that got removed, but I kept a subtle reference to it in her hair. Like really subtle. Here's a close up.

[red's blood-patterned hair, usually covered up by shading]

Anne (Grey's past life) was only given a design in 2019, for the Labyrinth OCT, based off of Grey's old design. Then when I redesigned Grey, I actually based her more off of Anne. Real telephone game going on. Stuff like the wrist/ankle scars just came from Anne's design. For this version of her, I flattened out her hair near the top to better resemble Sage and the others' hairstyles. It also looks pretty :3 Her full lore about what she is is.... so complicated. It's not important. She's a special type of ghost that makes her grayscale ok. I only made her skin pale instead of pure grey because it helps her stand out from Anne. Anne for reference:

[part of Anne's transition to Grey involved cutting off those dress sleeves]

Yellow got the most emo hairstyle of them all, which I think is funny, because she's also the oldest and most well-adjusted. This is when I moved her eye injury to her right side, so I can cover it up and not draw it. I generally just had a lot of problems with Yellow's eyes. I hated drawing glasses realistically, it was the main thing that kept me from drawing Yellow more on previous designs, so I decided to go full cartoon this time. And man I love it. Yellow is an elf btw, specifically from a modern fantasy 1960s-ish. Her main design inspo has always been "librarian" and I love to lean into it, BUT. This design was where I started letting her be a badass too. Hence the mysterious scars. Plus her conspiratorial streak and her wedding ring? God I made her so cool. Best redesign of the set.

And finally, a robot!! Originally, Blue was my excuse for memes and references. They were a gamer. They were a 4th wall breaker. I changed that last one for this design, meta powers revoked. But I let them keep the gamer references by making them from the future. Blue used to be just Some Teen Ghost, which was boring and realistic. I wanted them to have a full job and backstory. So I made them a fnaf reference. To emphasize the roboticness, I started drawing their hair goofy and blocky. I also switched their method of death from hanging to gunshot, to match all the others. Plus, I don't think hanging a robot would work. This moved their wound to their head, but again, hey I don't wanna draw a fucked up eye wound all the time. Solution: robot-based memory problems! Blue already had a thing for ignoring negative emotions, so it only makes sense they'd block out their own death. Their eye's still not entirely functional, though.

Hey, they weren't in yesterday's post, but let's talk about Violet too! Violet has always been a thing with the Sages, and funny enough, their name was always Violet. What exactly they are, though, has changed so many times. With this redesign, I offically made them Blue's "alter ego" (it fit with the fnaf references). Think of it as Blue but with all of those nasty memories. That means you get to see the eye wound on this one! They're also missing their ear on that side. And a solid chunk of their head.

[this Violet is from a meme redraw but I cut out the context]

These are my oldest ocs and I care about them so much. I put so much thought into these. I'm happy I finally get to type this all out. Here's a direct comparison of their hair and skin colors, look at the detail i put into this.

Blue's is technically just desaturated cause that's what mixing blue with orange does.

[alaska386]

F!Bsd anime watcher in the bsd world…

Brief information for the F!bsd anime watcher(I’ll name her Victoria cuz I say so):

-Name: Victoria [last name I’ll just type ‘XXX’ in the introduction time(s)]

-Gender: Female, Pronouns: She/Her

-Age: 14 years old (idk how to write thoughts, behaviour, moods, goals that are ‘mature’ like adults’ ones cuz idk what they think so I set her as a teenager for myself to write this thing easier)

-Ability: Yall are gonna vote on if she’s gonna have an ability from nowhere

-Sexuality: Bisexual

-Nationality: Chinese(I don’t wanna accidentally write some racist stuff if I say American or British or whatsoever)

-Languages she knows/understands/speaks: Chinese/Mandarin/Putonghua(Don’t worry I won’t make her speak Chinese in the story-), fluent English

-Likes: Music(Classical, Relaxing ones are her preferences), Anime and Mangas(not patient enough to read a full series without skipping some chapters, just like me fr), desserts and snacks, nature sceneries, rainy days(the louder the rain the better), knives, comfy clothes

-Dislikes: Dogs, pain, school, homework, studying, bitter pills, loud people and noises

-Hobbies: drawing on a paper and in a drawing app, singing, family stuff, *being read like an open book*

-Appearance: dark brown hair and eyes, around Kenji’s height

-Main bsd kins: Dazai, Ryunosuke, Kyouka, Sigma(always in the middle of some arguments and shits)

-Personality: Has social anxiety, rather quiet, sometimes can’t express herself fluently but tries to and tries to hide the things she thinks she should. Thinks quite negatively, does not fully show it as well, gets nervous easily but doesn’t show it often as well(which Ranpo, Dazai and some other smart/manipulative characters can definitely realise/see through)

Extra: she trusts fate

Btw her character settings some are actually based off mine cuz I figure that it’ll be easier to write this if I imagine her as myself and I’ve imagined myself in the bsd word many times.

Fanfic starts now.

Victoria, who’s a student in a religious school, was sitting on her seat in her classroom during a break before another class started. She was just staring, playing and snapping her fingers while ignoring how loud the classroom was due to how loud her classmates were shouting, yelling and talking to each other. Then, Victoria found herself sitting on a bench instead of the chair in her classroom, she looked up and saw that she was in an unknown but familiar place, she blinked and looked at her surroundings. It looked like the world of an anime she’s currently loving, Bungou stray dogs.

Victoria pov

This… If I’m correct it’s one of the scenes in bsd. Am I in a dream? No. People in their dreams cannot understand the term of dreams.(personal experience has never experienced understanding what a dream is in a dream)

I swear to god if someone(like Fyodor, Nikolai, some stalker) was watching me since I got teleported here— Oh shit. I need to fucking act normally, like how a normal person would act like… When… uh- they suddenly appeared in a place they didn’t know? I’m gonna make that as my case right now because I’m thinking for too long… Okay but if someone’s been watching me(Gurl, your anxiety is so-) it’s not like it’s gonna do anything anymore but, I still need to understand the situation… but to in exchange of their observations to my acts…

I’m thinking too slow! Too slow… ..Am I just fucking excited to be here? In the anime? Ok quit it, I need to understand my situation right now as quick as possible.

The moment I hesitated to move and started to think for minutes already caused some issues and effects, definitely, who knows where did Dostoevsky the rat king put his cameras and spies in? So… I can just act like myself, right? Who knows what’ll happen just because of my thoughts…

Whatever, the best place to go to right now is the ada, the agency. I can’t get distracted by my thoughts now, it’s not like Ranpo’s not gonna read my thoughts and expressions immediately later on. So it’s practically useless thinking further, I need to know how I got here, is this world some sort of au and what I should do, was it an ability(is bsd true) and what timeline is it right now.

I just hope I won’t walk into someone like Elise and Mori, Q, Nikolai disguises as a police(low possibility), Ryunosuke which is because it’ll definitely go wrong due to how I suck I’m at communicating, so on…

No one’s pov

Victoria checks if there’s anything in her pocket which there isn’t and stands up from the bench and starts walking around while looking around. As she continues walking with a blank face(she puts that on as much as she can while calming herself down), she keeps thinking about her situation and what she should do to be the safest for herself.

Victoria pov

Since I do not have a phone so I don’t have a translation, going to the ada cafe and find Lucy to help with my communication will be my best option right now I think.. If she’s working in there right now. But Ranpo’ll definitely understand most of the things like my actions and thoughts, guess I’ll go find him no matter how much I don’t want to.(She doesn’t like being read but she knows Ranpo’s not that kind of person that tells everyone what he found out, so, it’s still fine? She’ll be in danger if she doesn’t do anything after-all.)

Ah…! The agency building… what luck and fate is this…

No one’s pov(extra information if you don’t understand why she’s not acting as if she’s scared or shocked, she sucks at acting and she knows that police can’t help her anything, lack of communication is also one of her problems right now, as much as she doesn’t like getting herself into chaos and troubles, the only option for her was, the ada. She still hopes that Ranpo’s not gonna find out everything about her though.)

Victoria looks up at the agency building then walks in it, (sry just pretend her somehow got to the agency door), she knocks on the agency’s door.

Hope you guys like it! I enjoyed writing this :))

Once again I’ve not had much writing fanfics experience so it might not be in your expectations. Also I need a name for this fanfic!!! Thank you for reading all the way till here!(Victoria’s not quite a normal person but who’s normal if they watch bsd lol)

[miss-m-winks]

Love is an Art

part 1. oh? what's that? I'm actually posting a writing project to tumblr like i said i wanted to? wow. amazing. let's see how long i can keep it up. I'll be making this old post into the masterpost

btw here is part 2

Summary: a story about two of my ocs, that will unfortunately not make it into my bigger story. Talib and Kouto are elves, attending a university as art students. Kouto is a nude model for a sculpting class, and Talib is one of the sculpting students. It's just a whole lot of slow friends to lovers fluff. It may get a bit more Adult in later parts, we will see if I can manage to make it that far lol.

This all takes place in a fictional world I've built. Most of the people species are ones other fantasy uses, but instead of "halfling" I have been calling my equivalent people species "haufin". That's the only odd word I can think of right now, figured I would explain to avoid confusion.

The pottery studio was warm. Clay dust stubbornly settled in to every corner and crack in the floor, walls, tables and shelves. The earthy smell of it filled the air and clung to every piece of cloth in the room. Professor Rutfang busied herself about the place, setting up the tables as her earliest students arrived in scattered handfuls.

She was a stout haufin woman, her black hair all streaked with grey in a long plait, and her skin nearly matching the red-brown color of the clay stains on her coarse apron. She greeted her students with a nod as they set up their stations for the day. Her class was diverse, but most of the students were goblins, haufin, and drow. The tables and stools built to accommodate the orcish students were all too large for her to move, so they remained in their designated place.

"Morning Talib," one of the goblins said to a dark-skinned elf as she passed him coming into the room.

"Oh, morning, Gilik," he replied with a half smile. Taking his jacket off in the warm studio, the sleeveless shirt he wore beneath revealed the countless raised scars all over his arms and shoulders. He unpacked his tools from his bag, standing at the shelves to the left of the door so his own left side, with his missing ear and eye, was facing away from the other students as they entered.

"Excuse me, are you Talib?" An unfamiliar voice approached him from behind. Turning, he saw another elf with much paler skin than his own. Their hair was black like his, tied back in a similar bun, but where his was curled and springy, theirs was straight and smooth.

"I am," he replied, "you must be our figure sculpting model," he said, as he noticed they were wearing a bathrobe and no shoes. They smiled, dark eyes narrow and sharp as a charcoal sketch.

"My name is Kouto. Professor Rutfang told me what you looked like so I could talk to you after class, about the extra sessions you'll need." They glanced over him, focusing for a moment on the left side of his face.

The metallic decoration that hid the gaping hole where his left ear should be. His missing left eye, with the long raised scars around it. Today, the eye was a round piece of multicolored glass with a swirled pattern, all blue and red.

Talib cleared his throat, turning his head slightly and hiding his hands in his pockets before Kouto could focus on them too. He wore partial leather gloves, holding his wood and metal prosthetic fingers in place. Half his real fingers were missing, leaving only the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and the three extra fingers on his left, like one full hand split in half.

"Yeah, she did mention that you were willing to take the extra time for me," he mumbled, "thank you. I appreciate it." His lopsided smile was restrained by the scars that came down from his eye and a few smaller ones on the right side of his chin. Kouto nodded.

"I'm glad I caught you before class," they said, "I'll let you set up, and we can talk schedules later, when I'm wearing real clothes again." They laughed, pulling the bathrobe a little tighter at the waist.

"Yeah, of course." Talib slowly turned back to unpacking his bag as Kouto stepped away and walked over to the circle of tables, sitting on the platform in the middle of the room.

With her class settled and set up, Ms Rutfang closed and locked the door. She would not have late students or other people opening the door and disrupting the nude model session.

Talib fidgeted with the special gloves that covered his prosthetic fingers to protect their joints from the clay. He was sitting at the left side of a table, with Gilik to his right. His tools, a bowl of water, and a flat wooden board, were all laid out neatly by his block of clay.

"Alright then," Ms Rutfang made her way over and got the class's attention. "This here is Kouto." She gestured at them, and they smiled, standing up. "They're also a student of the arts, but they take time out of their own schedule to model for other classes."

"Thank you for the introduction, Ms Rutfang," Kouto said, "I really enjoy modeling, and I will be going around during my break times to check out your work, if that's alright." They removed their bathrobe without a moment's hesitation, stepping up onto the platform.

Kouto was skinny, Talib noted right away. Long, thin legs, hip and rib bones easily visible, but not in an unhealthy way. Talib let his eye skip politely past Kouto's groin, though he still recognized the shape of a penis. Their chest was flat, with a sprawling lightning scar discoloring the skin just over their heart. Talib heard the other students notice it too, keeping their surprised murmurs as quiet as they could.

Kouto didn't react, taking a seated pose in the center of the platform; one they could hold for a while. One leg flat, one knee bent, both hands flat on the platform behind them. In only a few slow blinks and steady breaths, they settled into stillness with a neutral expression, practically a statue already.

Ms Rutfang began her rounds of the class, offering reminders of basic sculpting techniques. She brought attention to the key points of Kouto's body, the landmarks that helped define their proportions. Here, the crest of the pelvis; there, the corner of a shoulder blade.

Kouto remained stoic, only moving enough to breathe and blink. Talib built up the base of his sculpture, glad to be at a good angle to see Kouto's full pose. He knew the platform could be turned quite easily, so the whole class would be able to work from different angles at Ms Rutfang's discretion. But even so, for him, being able to start with the full pose in his sight was helpful.

He left the arms off for now, building the torso and legs in thick slabs he could trim down. Each time he glanced over Kouto's body, he noticed more thin lightning scars of varying coloration. They all spread out from the cluster over Kouto's heart, covering their body the way Talib's scars covered his.

He pressed his fingers into the clay, forming the headless, armless body with an uneven texture. His prosthetic fingers always pressed a little too hard, or a little too light.

“Alright, it’s been half an hour, go ahead and take a break, Kouto,” professor Rutfang said, stepping forward to mark the platform where their hands and feet were resting so they could easily return to the same pose. Kouto retrieved their bathrobe, wrapping it around their body before they left the circle of tables to fetch a water bottle from a bag they’d left near the professor’s office.

Talib shook his hands out, stepping back from his lumpy sculpture. It was far from his best work. He frowned at the texture, glancing over his gloves and pulling them tight again. He dipped his fingers in the bowl of water beside him to clean off the residual clay.

“I miss wheel throwing,” he muttered. Gilik gave a light chuckle.

“Ah, it’s not so bad. We’re all new at figure sculpting.” She looked at his work and he looked at hers. “See, mine’s not great either,” she remarked, “I’ve got his knee wonky, I can tell. We’ll get better.” She gave him a toothy grin. “Yeah.”

“Mind if I look?” Kouto’s bare feet hardly made a sound on the dusty floor as they walked over. Gilik turned and gestured apologetically towards her partial sculpture. Kouto looked pleased. “I’ve never actually done clay work myself,” they said, “so I can’t give pointers. But it’s really neat to see how you all work.” Talib tensed as Kouto’s attention turned to his side of the table.

“I haven’t done much,” he admitted. Kouto tilted their head.

“It’s only been half an hour. I think it looks like a good start.” They bounced on their heels for a moment and then walked away to look at the progress on the other tables. Some students were trying to work from memory as they waited for the break to be over. Others had gone for a water break of their own. Most were standing back like Talib and Gilik, glancing over their own work and that of their table mates as Kouto peeked in from behind them with a friendly smile.

By the final half hour of class, Talib still hadn’t added a head or arms, focused on getting the torso proportions as accurate as he could. Kouto was facing his direction now, the platform had been turned nearly a full circle during the course of the class period. Now and again, Talib thought he saw Kouto’s eyes focus on his sculpture, squinting as they watched him work.

He carved out the gap beneath the folded knee, digging a little too close to the other leg and creating a gouge. He frowned, but kept his focus on the bent leg. With a glance at Kouto every few seconds, he shaped the foot and marked where the knee bone jutted out.

"Now don't rush just because the clock is ticking," professor Rutfang said, walking around behind her students. "This is only your first session with a live model, I expect these sculptures to be a little messy. I want you to get a full body in the correct pose, but don't worry about adding too fine a detail."

Talib cast a glance at the clock, wincing at the time. Hastily, he rolled out two columns for arms and an awkwardly large ball for the head. He scored the clay, wetting it and pressing the parts into place. He used a flat wooden tool to smooth out the seams, and then he added the flat ovals of hands and the second foot.

Gilik leaned back from her sculpture, turning the wooden board beneath it. She pursed her lips at the bent leg that leaned out too far, the oddly tilted head, and the overly thick torso she had sculpted, but she shrugged it off and started cleaning her tools in her bowl of water.

“Alright, that’s time then,” professor Rutfang announced. “Go ahead and clean up. You’ll have time during open studio hours to smooth things out if you want.” She gestured towards Kouto. “But if you really need extra time with the model, they’ve offered to run an extra session or two each week. You’ll have to come talk to me first if you want to be part of that.” She smiled and crossed her arms. “If too many of you join, it just means I’ve done a poor job organizing my class, but in all the years I’ve taught here I haven’t seen a student fall so far behind that I couldn’t help them get back on track.”

As she talked, the students cleaned their tools and hands. Kouto nodded and smiled at the mention of the extra sessions, then stood up from the platform to put their bathrobe on again.

“You sylvanids have such weird butts,” Gilik muttered to Talib, her eyes catching sight of the thick pads of skin on Kouto’s buttocks. Talib paused and looked up, but Kouto was already covered.

“It’s rude to stare,” he teased, “and besides, having a well-padded rear is no weirder than your head bumps and barbels.” Gilik ran her fingers over the thin fleshy strands that grew out of her jawline. “Hm, I suppose. Still, you have to admit that drow butts are even weirder.” Talib nodded.

“Alright, yeah, they’re a pretty odd color.” He smirked and walked away to fetch a roll of absorbent paper and a sheet of waxed bark cloth. Dampening the paper, he carefully laid it over his sculpture in small torn sections, then wrapped the whole thing in the waxed bark cloth to keep the moisture in. He carried it off to the shelves, sticking a name tag to the front so he could find it again. Gilik was close behind with her own work, and their class shelf was quickly filled.

“See you next week then,” Gilik told him, hurrying off to grab her bag and head off to her next class. Talib waved and took his own bag, in no hurry because he had an empty period after class.

“You’re a lot easier to recognize when I’m wearing my glasses.” Kouto said behind him. He turned to see the model now wearing normal clothes, though their dress had a similar wrapped look to the bathrobe. All vibrant blue with an embroidered floral pattern and sleeves that left a gap at their shoulders. Their eyes didn’t look so narrow now, behind their glasses. “Do you have time to compare schedules?”

“Yeah, I’ve got time.” Talib pulled out his schedule book at the same time Kouto was opening theirs, pencil in hand.

“Great, alright, so here’s what my weeks look like, and these are the days and times professor Rutfang said she’d be available for the extra sessions.” They leaned over so Talib could see the color-coded schedule. “I can do one or two sessions in a week, they’ll be two hours or less. Which times work for you?” Talib glanced over Kouto’s book and back to his own.

“I can do these days here, in the early evenings.” He pointed them out in Kouto’s book, the days just before sculpting class. They nodded and marked those squares with an X.

“Perfect. I’ll let professor Rutfang know.” They smiled at Talib, “I’m looking forward to it.” Talib nodded, putting away his schedule book and shrugging his bag further up on his shoulder. Kouto’s eyes lingered on his face a few extra moments, before they blinked and their cheeks went pink. “Sorry, I just-“ they glanced aside with a sheepish grin, “I just realized how much detail there is in that glass eye you’re wearing. It looks really cool.”

“Thanks.” Talib reached up to touch his eyelid. “I better head out, I promised a friend I’d meet with them after class.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.” Kouto tucked their schedule book back into their pocket. Talib walked out of the studio quickly, making his way to the library.

[petalsmooth]

BTW whatever happened in ep 7 there IS a polin wedding.

Some people doubting their own eyes and ears wondering how the writer's fit everything in to two episodes but that is their problem, not ours. We saw all the shots of people dressed for a wedding back during filming including the Bridgerton's and more importantly the FEATHERINGTON'S because that proves it's their wedding plus soooooo many redhead extras. On top of that Bridgerton announce an original song they had written that Tori Kelly sung and SHE said the orchestral version is for Polin's wedding. So, it's happening.

And I don't think it's happening in ep 8. Ep 7 is called the Tying of Hands? Or something like that. That generally means a wedding union. So however bad their fight or even if they do briefly have him go to a brothel again it's going to be so short lived in the long run. The only reason people are worried to point denying reason is the spoiler was vague and said not really sure what else happens aside from saying he doesn't have sex but think Colin is mad for an ep or ep and a half. Which there may BE lingering issues to work out, there were in the book but it won't stop the wedding. Main issues during their marriage in the book were his jealousy over her being established with her purpose as a writer and his fear of her discovery. My guess is that is what it will be here.

People can be mad went back to the well for another brothel scene that goes nowhere (if that spoiler is true) but there are too many unmovable spoilers out there to think this is something that won't be mostly resolved before the final half hour of ep 8. Infact even the Queen is going to be at that wedding.

Which....oh.......that jogged a memory. I think there were a couple scenes where they had most of the actors exit the site of filming of the wedding. I wonder if there is a confrontation between the Queen and Penelope here...I'm still not sure how they have decided to proceed with keeping Whistledown on the show but I really don't want her to be a propagandist for the Crown so I have some trepidation about that.

OMG...thinking on it now...I think everyone in the fandom has forgotten about that detail too. That the show was clearly trying to keep some kind of spoiler of what was happening under wraps and I don't think it was just Pen's wedding finery looking to hide. I know I had forgotten it. And the person saying they don't really know what happens next...either conclusively proves how secretive it is being locked away or just how much trouble they'd get in if leaked it.

The thing about leaks is they aren't always from people going rogue. Sometimes the show wants to get out ahead of something so let people put it out there. A person saying Colin goes to a brothel but wait! he doesn't have sex...that sounds like show authorized leak to try to temper the reaction they got before the season started with one of the UK rags made it seem half of Colin's sl was sleeping with prostitutes and getting off on two women having sex. Context of the scene was off and there was a lot of backlash but when show aired narratively had some purpose. So I definitely could see them behind this leak. People still aren't going to like they lazily wrote him going there again but maybe will reduce the reaction a little.

Ben being bi, Eloise having next season instead of Benedict, Michael being Michelle, Francesca getting the story some Eloise fans wanted...all these I could def see the show leaking because they know the meltdown the fandom is going to have and maybe hope people will exhaust themselves of arguments prior to then.

But to have THOSE details and yet be vague on if Pen and Colin have a wedding? Saying not sure? Even though we KNOW they do? Oh, the show is definitely hiding something big there....

Sorry off on a tangent but now I am very curious what they are hiding that happened in that church. Especially since no one is speculating on it since everyone has forgotten that detail about actors waiting in the cold outside while filmed something....