#can't bother enough to shade properly

[estcaligo]

can't fall asleep so just sketching

[im-ovulating]

hi, you may have seen my username recently in your notifications, i have gotten reobsessed with the arcana and i love your work.

may i request; the main six with a gn!partner who forgets/puts off taking care of themselves (eating, hygiene, etc.) unless theyre practically dragged off to do it? thank you!!

(A/n: I have and I appreciate all the support!❤)

Word Count: 1,944

Summary: If you won't take care of yourself, your partner will

Warnings: Various forms of self-neglect, Mention of injury/blood in Portia's, Reader's hair is long enough to put into a bun in Julian's

Age Rating: None

The Main 6 x Self Negligent! Reader

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Lucio:

"Who's a good boy?~"

Melchior flops over for belly rubs as you continue to coo at him, his female counter part having gone to lay down in the shade a bit ago.

"You are, you're such a good, handsome boy, aren't cha? Yes, you are! Yes, you are~"

You're in the garden playing with Mercedes and Melchior as you had been most of the day. Opting to enjoy your rare day of relaxation.

After a few more scratches to his kick spot, Melchior abruptly sits up before bolting behind you. Turning, you're met with the one and only, Count Lucio. You knew he'd show up eventually. He always does. Whether it's to bother you, escape the courtiers, or to genuinely spend time with you, the count always has a bit of time with you each day.

"Y/n." Never learned to properly greet, huh?

He strides over to the tree sheltering Mercedes from the blistering sun, plopping down uncountly to lean against it as well.

"Hey, Luci," You're lucky you're his partner or you'd never get away with calling him as such. "What's it today? Come to pester me about distracting the dogs? Or has Valerius been getting on your case again?"

He places a hand dramatically against his chest as he feigns innocence.

"What? I can't just visit you out of the kindness of my heart? I'm wounded, truly, I am."

"Har har. It was Volta, then?-"

"OH! I just can't stand it! How does she put so much away?? And the chewing noises-" He cuts himself off with a shiver. "Ughack."

There it is.

You can't help but laugh. "She really can out eat the best of them, huh?"

"Speaking of- Have you eaten today, darling?"

Uh oh.

"Yeah, totally!" You lie.

"That's good. The chef really knows his way around a duck," Lucio's hand fall to scratch between Merchior's ear as he rests his head in his lap.

You nod in agreement. "He really does," you hum.

"You know what's funny?"

"What?"

He spares a glance your way before returning his attention to the dogs.

"Lunch was veal, not duck..."

There's a silence before you rush to explain yourself.

"To be fair, I-"

"Uh uh, no excuses." Lucio stands, brushing the dirt off his trousers before offering you a hand up. "Let's go get some food in you, sweet."

There's no arguing with him, so you let out a sigh and let him hoist you up.

"Let's go, then..."

-

Portia:

"Hey, Y/n? Have you seen- Oh my god!"

Portia drops the basket she's carrying as she catches sight of your arm.

She rushes to you as you stand frozen in shock. Her outburst and sprint towards you happening a bit fast to process.

You're snapped out of it when she grabs your arm, gently guiding you to a wicker chair.

"What happened?" Her fingers lightly graze over the cut on your arm.

"I, uh, had a slip up with one of the garden tools."

She looks up at you as she asks, "When did it happen? Some of the blood's dry..."

"I don't know..." You look at you lap, "Maybe 1 or 2 hours ago?"

Her grip tightens. "Why haven't you bandaged it up?? I swear, you remind me too much of Ilya sometimes."

"I had a lot to do, so I figured it could wait." The branches above cast Portia's face in a scary light as she glares at you.

"You put off fixing your sliced open arm because you had work to do!?" Well, when she puts it like that...

"I'm sorry," you whisper, gaze still on your lap.

Her look softens. "Sweetie... I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just-"

She lets out a breath, "I know you forget to take care of yourself and I worry that one day, you'll get seriously ill or hurt and I won't be there to-" She cuts herself off and you don't say anything.

"C'mon," Portia pulls you up with her. "Let's get you patch up, hmm?"

As if she can sense your oncoming argument, she says, "You can finish your work after."

-

Julian:

You wince as your hair is tugged once more.

"Sorry! Sorry, love. I can't seem to get this hair tie out; it's got some hair tangled around it..." Julian says as he tries to pry the band out.

"It's fine. You don't have to do this you know. I should have stayed on top of it and not just thrown it into a bun."

"I know I don't HAVE to but I WANT to. I like taking care of you, which helps since someone-" he reaches around to bop your nose, "-forgets to do it themself."

"Got it!" With one final tug, the hair tie comes free of your tangled strands. "Do you still have the brush?"

You pass it back to him and make yourself comfortable against his legs. You already know it's going to take a while to get all the knots out.

Julain takes the brush in one hand and the best version of a section that he could separate and gets to work. A calm silence settles over the both of you as he works. He starts from the bottom, lightly dragging the brush through the tangles, his movements rhythmic as he moves the brush up bit by bit.

Once the section is done, he runs the brush from root to tip to ensure it's done.

Section through section, Julian combs through your hair, successfully detangling the week's worth of knots. By the time he's finished, you're practically asleep against him.

Brushing through your whole head once more, he finally speaks.

"We're finished, dear," He gently sits you up, laughing when you groan in protest.

-

Nadia:

"What do you mean they haven't eaten in two days!?"

Oh no. Here it comes.

You know she's not going to accept your reasoning, but you really wanted to get this done. So what if you were a bit hungry, you were on a roll and would lose your creativity if you stopped now. You're almost done anyway.

The door to your room opens and Nadia comes storming in.

"Mind explaining to me why the kitchen staff just told me you haven't even touched the food they've been bringing you the last two days?" She stands with her hands on her hips as she waits for your response.

"Um..." You know she knows. she just wants you to say it out loud.

Yielding, you finally say it. "I was working on something... It's for your birthday so I wanted to get it done."

She pinches the bridge of her nose. "As much as that is incredibly endearing, you shouldn't put yourself in dangerous situations for a gift."

You balk. "It's not a dangerous situation though. If I keep working, I'll have it done by tonight!"

"That would make it three days with no food, and I'm guessing no water if we stay on theme." You don't like how she read you so well...

Before you can't respond, Nadia continues. "What if it didn't get done today, or tomorrow, or the next day? How far would you push yourself to get this done? I know how passionate you get about things and that's why I'm so stern about it. You're willing to go 36 hours without food or water for a present; what if it was something bigger? You could, in all honestly, die because of your passion."

She's right. You hate that she's right, but she is nonetheless.

"That's not happening on my watch, petal. Let's get some food in you and then you can go back to work."

Yes! You thought she was going to ban you for the rest of the day.

"Only until dinner, then you're done for the day."

Damn it.

-

Asra:

"I'm going to start a bath, would you like to join me, Y/n?" Asra calls from the other side of the door.

You had been working on perfecting a spell for the last few days. You locked yourself in your old room-turned-study just in case something went wrong; only opening the door to grab the tray of food the magician would set out for you or to use the bathroom.

Unintentionally, you'd put off cleaning yourself, which is probably why Asra was asking.

A bath honestly sounded like pure heaven, but you were so close to getting the spell right.

Another knock sounds out and you sigh. You really should take them up on their offer, but what if you forget how you did it last time?

'That's why you've been logging every attempt,' you remind yourself.

'But what if-' 'No, you need to bathe.' You quickly scan your notes to make sure everything's in order.

Once you've concluded that every thing is as it should be, you call out a 'Coming' to your partner. You know he's still outside the door so you quickly put your things back in place and head to the door.

.

"Fucking hell..." You sigh as you sink into the hot water, leaning back to rest against Asra. The heat doing wonders for your sore back.

"Spending days hunched over a desk doesn't do much good for you, huh?" They tease you.

You simply hum in response as he grabs your favorite soap, lathering it up before massaging it into your tense shoulders.

"Relax, I've got you..." They rub over a particular spot that causes you to go lax. "Would you like me to help with your spell? I think I have some ingredients that might make it easier for it to do what you need."

"At this point, that's all I want," you chuckle.

"Thank you." you turn your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"Anything for you, love."

-

Muriel:

"Y/n?" Muriel asks as he enters your shared room.

"Yeah?" You respond.

Have you ate or drank anything today? I don't think I've you leave the room today..."

"I haven't, but I'm plan to in a bit, I just want to finish this book first."

"Oh, okay." He turns to leave but pauses, turning back to you. "How much is left?"

"Uh..." you flip to the last chapter to do the math.

"Like, 16? Maybe 18. Why?"

Muriel stares at you for a moment before striding towards you. Once by your side, he gently grabs your book, marking your page and setting it to the side.

"Hey- What are you doing?"

He takes your hands as he answers, hauling you to your feet. "It's getting late, you need to get something into your system."

You're slightly taken aback, you have to admit. Muriel is rarely assertive; always mumbling or trailing off his sentences and just generally lacking confidence in himself. So for him to take the initiative to pull you from your reading with out so much as a stutter is a bit shocking.

"I know, but I already said that I'll do it once I finish my book." You lightly protest as you follow him through the hut.

"...You're not- You're not going to be able to finish it today, though..." Just like that any assertiveness is gone.

It makes you break, allowing him to sit you down and place a bowl of soup and a roll in front of you.

"Eat with me?" you request, taking a bite of the roll.

God, this man can cook. You don't know where he learned it, but he makes some of the best bread you've ever had -it practically melts in your mouth.

He nods, moving to grab his own food, sitting down across from you as you both talk about anything that comes to mind.

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: Muzan Kibutsuji with a Wife

Don't question it, ya'll asked for this

But i doubt you imagine something like this...Anyway, enjoy my nonsense :3

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

The Demon Queen

= The Backstory =

(I get it, the title is not original, but it makes more sense than anything)

So Muzan is a arrogant little shit and everyone knows it.

But imagine him being married to a unbreakable sunshine

So everything began 1000 years before the main events, in the Heian Era, when Muzan was still a human.

Political marriages were pretty common back then, so you may be asking "Who in their sane minds would marry their daughter to a man on the brink of death?!" Well, our dear reader's shitty parents :3 (Which technically...her mother is me 0-0)

It obviously wasn't a very enjoyable marriage, especially with Muzan's depressing and negative personality, but his wife never change her demeanor, it didn't matter how many times he would cuss at her, she remained at his side everytime with kind smile on her face.

Muzan honestly saw her as a stupid woman who settled down for a impossible dream (Which was them living a normal married life)

So in his mind, he couldn't understand what made her stay with him day and night, waiting for the moment he somehow would be cured from his disease.

She even kept her mouth shut when he killed that Doctor :|

...But then he began to change

And it wasn't impossible to notice, he seemed more energetic, didn't stayed in bed all day like before.

However, he no longer stayed away for shades, his poor wife only found Muzan where the Sun couldn't touch him.

Which made her confused to the extreme, and the poor thing couldn't handle curiosity for long, even if her bitch of a husband wouldn't say a thing...until that one night.

At first, Muzan was going to kill her, at least he was, until she saw him walking towards her normally and became extremely emotional, and went up to her husband and hugged like her life depended on it. (No, she didn't notice the bodies nor the blood)

And as annoying as that would be to the Demon King, he indulged on it for a while, until his brain began to work and he remembered all the times this woman stayed by his side when he was at his worse.

So he transformed her :)

= Muzan as a Yandere + Some details =

One thing that must be made clear, is the detail that Muzan is not in love, he sees his darling more of a living possession than someone he is infatuated with. Using her ultimate devotion for his mere benefit.

Of course, the other reason is because he is already used to his wife's shiny personality and having to look for another woman to disguise himself among humans is too much work.

And yes, after some centuries, he begins to feel bothered whenever she isn't around him, or whenever someone else is with close to his wife.

But that isn't love! It's more like if another child stole his favorite toy.

Surely enough, he won't punish the poor woman too much, she is naive, he knows that...so giving her the silent treatment is enough to make the bubbly sweetheart cling onto him for attention. It still annoys him? Yes. But does he also finds it endearing? Also yes.

Now, does she sees his cruelty and lack of empathy? Yes, however, she is now a demon, she lived centuries with her husband telling her not to mind what they do to humans, nowadays she just can only focus on how much she loves him (My child, wtf-)

Now with demons...it's another story, you see, since she was a human, she always wanted children, but considering the man she got married to...yeah, that was impossible :D

So in her mind, the demons are her children, so whenever Muzan is agressive with them...she is really upset (Let's not comment about when he killed the Lower Moons...my baby cried all night) However, she doesn't say anything, because she can't.

Whenever Muzan can't stay with his wife, he only trusts two demons to take care of her properly

Yeah that's right, Mister Six Eyes and Basketball Man, Kokushibo and Akaza

Both are the most responsible in the group anyway, so they are more than enough to keep the woman in one place...

...But they don't stop her when she wants to stay with others too, except Akaza when she wants to visit Douma.

And Muzan can't complain much, cuz she is safe and sound when he returns, so why bother? (Or that is what she tells him, so he won't lash out on her kids •-•)

So in resume, Muzan is a bitch to everyone but his sunshine wife, but he is not in love- Or that is what he tells himself? :)

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A/N: This honestly is kinda funny and cute somehow?? Muzan is one of the characters that i most despise and i still gave him a Wife...and i gave the Demons a Mom. Hope y'all enjoyed

[224terminal]

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

𓇼 tiamore is a great white shark merman living in captivity at an oceanarium for marine creatures and hybrids. his coloration is mostly varying shades of grey, and he has the messiest black hair ever! unlike the white sclera in human eyes, his are black and he's got the brightest blue eyes you'll ever see. he's also littered in scars and scrapes from various fights in the ocean. a ship propeller injured his dorsal fin, which left him unable to properly swim and stabilize himself in the water, and so he was captured and brought in for rehabilitation purposes. the oceanarium soon realizes it can capitalize on the novelty of an elusive shark merman, so the priority shifts from undercover scientific study to covert priming for entertainment purposes; it's decided he'll be kept there indefinitely).

𓇼 you work there as one of the trainers and your primary area of work deals with sea lions and, on occasion, penguins. they transfer you to his enclosure after he nearly drowned his previous trainer, assuming that you might boast different results because you have a way with animals. you doubt this; sea lions and penguins are not the same as a half-fish, half-human creature who's so much bigger than you and can crush your skull like an egg if he so pleases.

𓇼 tiamore has such a vicious hatred for humans, but can he really be blamed? he's been stuck in captivity for many years now. they're not sure of his exact age, but they estimate he's somewhere in his late twenties. tiamore doesn't bother to provide the humans with any answers or information to their questions, and they don't dare get close enough to ask twice. he's brutal and cutthroat, and yet he let his trainer live (albeit in a very poor, near-death state).

𓇼 you're not very hopeful, but you're the oceanarium's only hope (or so your boss tells you). but this is a lie because your coworker savern is the real animal whisperer. the dolphins love him, especially the mers; he's practically best friends with all of them. they fight over him sometimes, eager for his attention. you envy his ability to effortlessly, authentically charm.

𓇼 unsurprisingly, tiamore hates you the minute he meets you. and you hate him, too, because he has quite the mouth on him and he's so unwilling to compromise with you in any way (although you suppose you wouldn't be willing either if you were in his shoes fins). he's foul and rude and cruel, cutting into you with all manner of insults he's picked up from sailors and scientists over the years. most of your "job" is simply bickering back and forth now as you try (and fail) to coerce him into friendly relations. you're supposed to get him ready for his display exhibit (which is stuck in coming soon limbo because they have no clue when or if he'll ever be ready to be put on display), and tiamore fights this reality with everything he's got.

𓇼 you spend the first month gradually learning to tolerate him and his intelligent, disobedient mouth. he learns you're a recurring pest in his life, but you come to feed him every day and so he can't hate that part of this routine. what he does hate is everything else. you bring stimulating items for him, which are never put to use because he's popped all of the beach balls and snapped all of the diving rings in his frigid disinterest. still, you try. and still he impedes your progress.

𓇼 tiamore is, however, interested in your phone and the pictures you show him after you learn it's the only thing that can shut him up. he's fascinated by photos of butterflies. they're his favorite animal, so you promise to show him more if he starts acting less hostile towards you. tiamore weighs these options: be kind and see butterfly or be hateful and see no butterfly. begrudgingly, he chooses the former. and he slowly warms up to the meals you've started preparing for him on the mornings before your shifts. you're not the best cook (which he notes every time you serve him something that's more burnt than it is cooked, and you threaten to cook him), but he eats it because it's different and new. part of him hopes it'll poison him and he'll never have to live in captivity again because then he'll be dead. alas.

𓇼 you're not sure if this is progress, but it's significantly better than before. now he only calls you stupid idiot, bipedal dumbass, tasteless blood-bag, and lunch three or five times within the span of an hour (insults like those were numbered in the double-digits before). savern certainly thinks it's a step in the right direction when he visits you on your lunch breaks to check in. he's started doing that often, and you're not complaining because he's been your work crush for a while now. tiamore hates him. hates him so, so, so much with the most livid passion. savern is too sunny, too sweet, too smart. savern reads tiamore like a book whenever he's lurking on the surface of the water and scowling at the two of you from the depths of his pool. he refuses to prove savern right, but then he also refuses to dive back under and leave you alone with another human, especially when said human is male.

𓇼 so he swims laps, cutting through the water methodically. his dorsal fin has healed considerably and now swimming isn't as much of a struggle as it was before. he's still left with the scars, though.

𓇼 tiamore considers you something of a companion, so it hurts when you flinch away from him when he compares his large, webbed hand to your smaller one or when he curiously touches your ankles when you stray close to the edge of his pool. you still don't trust him, which isn't so surprising because he did threaten you with death nearly every day, at every hour, during your shifts (and he's such a big, strong predator from the sea). so you have every right to be afraid. that, and he did nearly kill his previous trainer. so it's completely fair for you to fear him, but it's this fear that has you turning to savern for advice. why is he so touchy-feely with you all of a sudden? why is he suddenly interested in your anatomy? why isn't he hissing death threats? what happened to the real tiamore?!

𓇼 not funny because tiamore doesn't truly hate you anymore. you're the best thing to come out of this hellish captivity, so he doesn't mind your presence in his life anymore. he actually (much to his own chagrin) eagerly anticipates seeing you each morning, waiting dutifully in hopes that you'll show up early. he can't believe he actually cares about a human. it's too late to make good on his promise to kill you; he likes you too much to stain the water crimson with your blood and organs. but savern... now that's another story, and he fondly contemplates tearing that man to shreds. it would sadden you, though, so he contents himself with fantasies instead.

𓇼 he's aloof and awkward as he navigates these new feelings. before captivity, he traveled alone in the ocean and he's never had a mate. he's never felt the need for one. he likes being alone and free, two things he no longer has now that he's here in the oceanarium. but you cure his loneliness. you make him happy, even though he'll die before he admits that outright. you make him daydream about freedom, about a future beyond these walls, in which the two of you can be together without the divide of land and sea. maybe it's not possible. maybe it's a wishy-washy, unobtainable dream. that doesn't stop him from thinking about it, though.

𓇼 the oceanarium is filled with all kinds of unique marine hybrids. one of them has recently escaped its exhibit and the staff have exhausted every effort in an attempt to find and catch it. tiamore hears it fluttering in the rafters at night, a sly thing with wings. he hopes it'll fall into his tank so he can get rid of it once and for all and put your worries to rest. tiamore hates it when you worry because your mind is clouded and you don't have the energy or the focus to reserve for your little bantering sessions. he must fix this.

𓇼 his tank is deep enough. you might never know where these problems will go. savern can sit in pieces at the bottom and so can the other noisy distraction. he'll fashion their bones into a little heart and gift it to you one day, and you'll never know.

𓇼 until then he greets you with affectionate insults, watching your human legs carry you up and down the stairs to the platform where the top of his pool waits. this is good enough for now.

[kay-then-i-guess]

So, I had this idea as I'm getting close to finishing the Election arc of my Roleshuffle AU to go through my previous comic pages and point out everything I did wrong :) This is all for funsies, and I feel like my art has gotten a lot better with the Election arc. Plus, I think it's very important to go back and critique yourself to 1: see how far you've come and 2: to better understand where you tend to make mistakes. So, let's get critiquing!

Soooo starting off, I really didn't know how to make a comic. I had only done very brief, minor comic making before, so this was a completely new field of art that I wasn't used to. You can immediately see that problem in the first and second panel, since they. They aren't a panel. Nothing about them (minus the speech bubbles) indicates that this is a comic. I think the first would have benefited from each item being properly separated, and the other would have benefited from an actual image behind it; not a gradient. Speaking of the items, that's supposed to be Sam's hand at the top, and it is freckle-less (no clue why I forgot to add those lol). Some other consistency things that are weird is that L'manberg has no tower entrance, and there aren't any trees surrounding it in any other drawing. On notes of consistency, the sword there is supposed to be Techno's, but the design changed later to have a gold hilt. I guess that change never reached this panel, so now that just looks like a random sword stuck in the ground. Nobody's sword in the comic looks like that haha. Similar deal with Techno's crown: the spacing of jewels is not consistent with how I draw it in the rest of the comic.

Moving on! The next two panels of Connor aren't bad, per se, they just aren't good. (I'm mainly bothered by the fact that he doesn't have teeth in the first one.) Also, because I didn't want to draw hands and cut his arms off, it just looks like the framing of the panel is all wrong. Plus, I don't think I've seen anyone pose like that in real life. He looks like he's about to hug you, which is not the vibe I was going for. In both of these panels, we have what will become a reoccurring problem throughout: loooooong neck because I didn't draw a base figure before drawing the clothes. Connor's face should either be longer in these panels, or his shoulders should be higher. Either way, the neck does not look right. Another reoccurring problem you'll see is dull coloring/shading. I'm still working on this, to be frank, but these images all look rather dull. There's nothing unique about the lighting/colors, so it doesn't really pop like it should. Either I needed to add more dynamic lighting or be better at highlights.

Yet another case of long neck. Oh, and weird positioning on the facial features. The eyes feel stretched across his face instead of, well, where they should be. I also think in these opening panels I really fail to encapsulate Connor's personality. I was really banking on the fact that he's a silly little comic relief character in the canon dsmp, but his delivery is very dry/flat whenever I watch old clips of him. Therefore, in the early bits, he just seems a bit off because of the high energy I gave him. Next up we have a bad case of something that looked good in the sketch but did not come across after coloring. What I wanted to happen was his face to gain some anime-type shading that screams "oh no", but it just wasn't strong enough, so the end result just seems like I copied and pasted the same panel for no reason. Also, in the lower image, Connor's face does not look right. I can't really put my finger on why, but it's either because his eyes are uneven or that the facial features, once again, kind of stretch across the face.

aaaaand I originally wanted to go through the whole first part of my comic, but this is turning out to be very long. So that's a tomorrow project. Hope you enjoyed my critique!

[anfie-in-the-box]

Rest for both wicked and weary

Notes

The eleventh of October is my birthday, but no congratulations needed — I only celebrate by gifting things to other people. Please have this piece dedicated to @dragon-tamer-1, who I value endlessly. The prompt was Error and Dream relaxing peacefully; I'm not sure if it's particularly fluffy, there's definitely some angst here, but even more Hurt/Comfort.

。。。

Dream prepares for his visit to the Anti-Void painstakingly. He wears clothes of soft gray shades, only leaving the tiara and the cape untouched, so it doesn't bother Error's weak eyesight yet has enough colour to attract his attention. Then Dream gets a cane — in the Anti-Void, vast and ever-changing, you don't believe your eyes; you stay vigilant and keep your step light, weightless almost. Luckily, Dream isn't a normal skeleton, he just has a body of one; and even that can be corrected with the right training. Or just experience, he supposes; oh, how he used to shamble around, making Error laugh, before he realised he could use a cane. Like a blind being, only he is indeed blind in the Anti-Void, like all not-errors are. He's a stranger there, and since he can't become an error, an unwelcome one.

Dream sighs, putting on thin gloves, just in case. He's ready now. 

It takes time to focus properly — the Anti-Void is utterly chaotic, constantly rebuilding itself, and full of creatures beyond comprehension. Some of them are capable of feeling, some aren't, some feel but so differently Dream is left confused — he's too used to his empathic abilities. 

But eventually, finally, he finds the right being. So he teleports. 

Error instantly spots him, even though Dream appears behind him. He might be half-blind with that poor eyesight of his, but his intuition is impeccable — at least when it comes to beings with souls, which Dream is. 

"I was waiting for so long," Error complains, irritated. "How many tries did it take to find me?" 

"Just one," Dream smiles widely. "It took more time, but I managed to find you in one try." He knows he sounds very proud of himself, but that's okay. With Error, he's allowed to feel and think unapologetically. Error, though he demands attention, lets Dream go just as easily. And besides, they teach each other many things — Error knows how to be selfish very well indeed and learns from Dream how to be more empathetic and considerate.

They work together quite nicely.

Lost in his pride, Dream forgets to use the cane and immediately trips and falls — not right on his face though — there are blue strings keeping him airborne. He giggles awkwardly and says, "Thanks." 

"Yeah, yeah, tell me how great I am." Error doesn't turn around but Dream knows he grins. He can't help smiling in return. 

"You can put me down now, you know," Dream half-suggests, half-asks while wiggling slightly to try and untangle himself without Error's help. Tough luck. 

"As if you could escape on your own!" Error gloats. "I hold the entire universes, a small guardian like you doesn't stand a chance!" 

"Yet Ink manages," Dream disagrees carefully. 

"That cheater doesn't have a soul. You do." 

Now that's something Dream hasn't pondered over. Not right now either — as soon as Error sets him free, he scurries to his blue bean bag chair — this time using the cane, of course, — and sits down — lies down almost. It's warm and soft. Cozy. So big it's more of a bed than a chair; which might as well be true, there's nothing else here resembling a bed, and Dream knows for sure Error loves sleeping.

"Where did you even get your bean bag from?" Dream asks, ready to hear it's stolen like chocolate from Underfell and the lives of innocents from any other AU. 

Error doesn't reply instantly. Dream even considers standing up and looking Error in the sockets to see what's wrong, but then he finally says, "I actually don't remember. Like it's always been there, maybe even before me."

Who knows, it might be true. The Anti-Void contains and loses all sorts of creatures, after all. 

Error sounds distressed like he always is when his memory acts up, so Dream hurries to roll closer and asks, "A pinkie?" 

"A hand," Error replies, every sound of a single word glitching. 

Dream gives him a bare hand — he still hasn't found gloves tender enough to pacify Error's glitching fits. For some reason it's easier for him to touch Dream's bones than any fabric they'd tried. 

Perhaps it's time to ask if Error has any idea why. When he gets better, of course. Hopefully it doesn't last long.

Dream squeezes Error's hand and gets a squeeze in return. At least he's conscious and not rebooting…

"You feel… different. There's more, er, something other than magic in you. Magic in skeleton-monsters or even monsters in general is more solid than whatever you're made of. Not even ghosts are anything like you." Error explains. 

"Positivity," Dream clarifies. "I'm made of positity. Not entirely, my bones are just that — magical bones; but even those are covered with positive energy. And my eye-lights, my insides, my attacks are all pure positivity." 

"Well, that explains it," Error shrugs. "You're basically so much of a sunshine it overwhelms my phobia and cancels it. As much as it can be canceled, I suppose." 

"Does it really help though? My presence, my… touch?" Dream pauses before the last word, feeling all warm yet uncertain. 

He knows it does. And knows Error knows he knows. But hearing the answer and believing it are two different states of mind. Dream's yet to reach the second one. 

And so Error answers absolutely honestly, "It does."

The two of them then sit together, still holding hands, resting in peace and quiet.

Later Error might or might not steal a book or a few and make Dream read to him, and Dream will read, silently reminiscing about the days of old, when his brother was alive but not happy, not since the villagers came to be. He loved the books though, and loved reading them to Dream, though the little guardian of positivity was beside the Tree less and less, helping the villagers where he could, and then where he couldn't but still did, because people demanded. The memories are bittersweet, and even later Dream will share a few with Error, and Error will listen attentively, and then share his own foggy memories of the past, full of inconsistent and even missing bits.

"A hug and a trip to that version of Outertale I found?" Error asks suddenly. 

"Sounds like a plan," Dream beams. Error rarely requests hugs but that just makes them even more precious to the guardian of positivity. 

So they stand up — Error effortlessly, Dream's with a bit more difficulty, he's not exactly used to furniture like Error's bean bag, — and embrace. 

"Is the texture of my clothes still good?" Dream asks when they let go of each other. 

Error nods, grinning, "Perfect, as I deserve."

"Glad to hear that. Outertale?" 

"Yeah. It's unlike most of the AUs where some people manage to evacuate. True genocide, nobody left. You won't feel a thing, not a single grieving or furious soul," Error looks at Dream with pride. 

"That's… really smart, actually." Dream says thoughtfully. "Nothing to make me stronger, but also nothing to make me weaker or attract Corrupted." 

"Of course it's smart. It was my idea after all." Error boasts and opens a portal. "You first." 

Dream smiles at him and makes his first step into outer space. He's not afraid; he won't be alone in its solitude. 

。。。

Notes

Lots and lots of headcanons here!

Anti-Void being full of non-existent things, Dream's true nature peaking through his skeleton form... It was really nice to finally share those.

Also very proud of the title choice here. It came to me naturally. I instantly knew — that's it. As perfect as anything in this world can be.

[avatar-of-nature]

⌛

Okay here we go! Basically Pre-Resin Xen is up at night... and gets a surprise visitor (Potential spoiler warning for Black Resin, especially Xen's backstory)

It was midnight, the land was cast in deep blues and the moons were brilliant shades of warm tones. Barely anything was awake at this hour, except for a lone galunica. It was a rather unusual looking one at that, having much lighter colouring than the rest of their family. Of course, Xen was awake, yet again, in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.

It was simply looking at the stars, trying to spot constellations amongst the seemingly endless sea which was space. It wasn't the most interesting thing to do, but that didn't matter to Xen. They were an odd one, according to their peers, seemingly getting obsessed with things that seemed trivial, such as storms and stars. It didn't bother with those remarks, especially now that they were in charge of everything.

Except they heard the sound of hooves right behind it. It turned around, looking at the older (well, only older by a few years) galunica. She was rather similar looking to Xen, although her shade of green was slightly darker than Xen's, and she had dark green points. Most notably, however, was the missing left leg and blinded eye, which she had gotten from fending off a weirdly territorial creature with them.

Of course, this was Xen's older sibling, and the one who was supposed to be the new leader, Vai. "Hey," she greeted, clutching her spear, "Why are you up so late?" "Ah, well, I couldn't sleep," it replied, "and I wanted to be on the lookout." "We're safe, goofball," Vai giggled, "there's already several lookouts tonight! Let me guess, you can't sleep because you're thinking about something?"

"Well, no, I just can't sleep," Xen huffed in almost a chuckle, "I literally can't sleep." "Well, is it because of the fact that you're leader now? Are you feeling guilty about that whole order?" Vai queried, looking at xen with concern. "Yeah, it's that," it sighed, "I guess it's because of how badly you were injured, and how that thing practically almost killed you, and-"

"Listen, I know you have guilt about that," Vai cut them off, "But I'm okay now, I'm alive and well. I may not be able to walk on two legs properly with a missing leg, nor see clearly, but I am alive nonetheless, just unable to do some things that I used to do. It's hard sometimes, but sometimes you have to remember that everyone's here for you and that it's okay to have down days sometimes."

She then continued, "It's difficult, but at least we have each other." Vai hugged Xen, before speaking, "Okay, it's time to go back to bed, Xen."

"Maybe a few more minutes, please."

"Come on! It's already late."

Anyone who was lucky enough to be awake at that hour may have witnessed Vai casually dragging Xen back into their room, one hand on her spear for balance and the other firmly gripping Xen's scruff.

[myristicisms]

@pulchralilium | Aerith says;;

"What, why are you looking at me like that?"

The term ' starry eyed ' never quite made sense, as a child when he'd ask his mother why his father stared at her in such a way she'd always refer to the expression as ' starry eyed ' and he'd always scoff incredulously, “ But mamá, there's no stars in daddy's eyes! ” and get a soft laugh from her in turn, recalled the fond look in her eyes as she'd simply allow the young bright eyed child to stare so intensely at his father that the man would get disgruntled and return to what he'd been doing prior. Those were some of his fondest memories as a child, before he'd run away to join ShinRa and only communicate through letters, visit over the holidays when work permitted it.

No, being ' starry eyed ' did not make sense to Zack until he'd been through hell and back, until he'd forged his own path through a world that seemed bent on ripping his life from him. It wasn't until he'd managed to recover just enough to fall from his pain filled delirium, able to see more than just fuzzy edges of those around him, that Zack finally understood what it meant to be starry eyed. Perhaps stars did not line his vision but shades of greens, pinks, and auburns were enough to remedy that and the warmth that floods one's senses surely had to rival that of what he imagined touching a star would feel like.

To be caught staring though... Embarrassing, though he can't bother to hide away, instead shrugging in a non committal way before grinning towards the woman who'd given him such a startling realization. It was affection, unbridled and raw, that's what it meant to look at someone and be “ just starry eyed ” like his father often was when gazing at his mother; Perhaps he still hadn't fully sorted out his feelings towards Aerith quite yet, they were still navigating their friendship after his disappearance after all, but the warmth he'd held for her still lingered as strongly as ever, differences from age aside she was still Aerith, the flower girl he'd woken up to in the church when he was just some dumb kid who got in too deep.

Zack's shoulders bounce in a gentle laugh, what was so funny? Nothing, merely happiness he'd suppose as he takes in her curious expression, finally decides to answer rather than stare dumbly at her; “ Now that I can see you properly, you're really pretty. ” A pause, his eyes softening ever so slightly. “ I mean you were always really pretty but like... You're gorgeous, and I'm glad that you took my dumb suggestion to wear pink more 'cause it really suits you. So does the red. ”

[weabooweedwitch]

God this is so wild, more mama drama involving her inviting me out to hang outside and I wound up trapped in the car w her during a horrible attempt at a job interview

>at home, middle of the day, I work overnight so, only so many hours ti myself to sleep and all

>mom calls "oh you're awake?"And I replied "why are you calling if you think im asleep, you would've woken me up? You know im usually sleeping around this time anyways?"

>anyways she invites me out since the weather is nice for us to play pokemon go at a park we like to go to

>I go outside and she's on the phone, calling a job for a position she applied to literally just last night, and she's on speaker. She had asked me to get her earbuds, which I forgot, but also, she's calling about a job IN THE CAR

>it's actually not even an interview. She called the place she literally just applied to and asked to speak to them so in a way she kind of forced the interview which I found very unprofessional

>parks the car where the sun is directly on me and she's in the shade and she doesn't even notice, thankfully I brought sunscreen but I'm so IN the sun that I can't even have time for it to properly absorb first, it is physically uncomfortable, I am having to lean out of the sun's rays because I've been trying to take good care of my skin and my mom literally has irreversible sun damage on her arms so, im lowkey internalizing a fear of that

>she doesn't even have all the answers to the questions the recruiter has without having the physical papers written in front of her, and she tells the interviewer she's not at home. Why did you even call. Remember, this is not a proper interview, she CHOSE to make this call

>because of the weather she rolls down the car window, letting in wind and noise while she's still on the phone and we are literally parked at a park wirh a playground and kids

>the recruiter in really polite coded language told my mom part of her resume was literally incomprehensible and she needed to redo it because she put her jobs and dates and positions on her resume in a table format that wasn't done properly and hard to read. This is like genuinely fucking embarrassing

>since I'm literally sitting there, in the middle of the day, only so many hours to myself before I have to barely get enough sleep to go back to work for 40 hours a week because she is unemployed and has had maybe ONE interview in the last MONTH, not being able to do the literal actual thing she invited me out for, not even being able to make a noise or anything or even get out of the car and leave because I'm worried the slamming door will sabotage her already failed interview

>she walks away and leaves the car and I say fuck this, I'm going home to smoke in the garage, there are tons of kids at this park anyways and takes her keys out of the ignition and puts in her purse that she left in her seat and i just walk away because she's literally just moving to sit on a bench a short distance away and can still see the car, and I text her just in case to say I'm leaving and she needs to get back in her car

>SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE ON HER INTERVIEWER TO CALL ME ASKING WHERE HER KEYS ARE BECAUSE SHE DIDNT EVEN LOOK FOR THEM AND ASSUMED I STOLE THEM like her purse was literally still in the driver's seat where she left it and it's like one single big pocket of a purse she literally just had to open it and glance inside so then I'm shaking fucking angry because "you bothered this woman, was failing when she initiated an interview and then hung up on her and said you were going to call her back? Why did you even do all this, why did you even invite me, why did you even call"

>I'm texting her because I can't physically look at her right now and say "dude you weren't even prepared to answer her questions and you had barely even applied, like I don't think you even understand, I am saying the very nature in which you made this call basically sabotaged your chance of getting this job, this id EXCLUSIVELY your dscisions being made and havint consequences"

>her reply is literally to 1. Blame me for making her nervous while she was on the phone 2. "Oh I was just calling to ask questions about the position and SHE was the one asking me things" yeah, when you call an employer about an open position and tell them you applied for it, they tend to see if you're competent, and this woman literally pulled up her resume, which was poorly done 3. "I didn't think it would take so long" again, you never should have called today and in the car and especially when you JUST invited me to come with you? 4. Says I should have given her MY earbuds, but I had to put them in to play music to drown her out because I literally can't leave the car and she's driving me crazy and it is making me LITERALLY CRINGE, CRINGE, listening to her have this phone call that SHE decided to have, she started it, she didn't need to make it, she has now sabotaged chances with this company

And on top of all of this? I keep having to delay paying her the last chunk of May rent because she has debts and auto transactions that are overdrafting her account because she can't even donate plasma because she fucked up her teeth and is on antibiotics and can't have surgery for over 3 weeks and by the way she waited until today to tell me I have to be with her for this surgery when like, I work overnights, I SLEEP during the day, and I also have to cancel off work 3 weeks in advance??? And she's like "oh it's fine it's in the afternoon" girl that's when I'm literally still trying to sleep and have some time to myself, I am working 40 hour workweeks and it's also a physical job

And like, I tell her bluntly "mom these transactions overdrafting your account, those are yours, like, you made those" and her response, she says shit like this so often it scares me "but the bank should be trying to help work with me and block these payments since I don't have a job" mom it is literally not the banks policy to make special exceptions to cancel contracts and payments you consensually agreed to with another party just because you're on hard times? Amd she's had this mentality for YEARS, Jesus christ I was literally to my FATHER and he said "yeah she would be doing that when we were still married, she would say things like 'oh this person gets away with doing this at work so why can't i'" and it's like. She's literally never changed. I feel like she's dragging me down but I am Also an Enormous Loser and doubt my own competency but like

I just really had to share how absolutely like baffled I am that a 58 year old single mom behaves this way like you think she would have learned survival or like common sense but I think she's just losing basic brain function to anxiety and caving to panic or something idk, but she's been unemployed about a month now and she's had. Like. Literally only one interview. And after hearing her on that phonecall I'm really scared how long it will take her to get a job again. I think I might have to start donating plasma twice a week again and it can make me really tired and I also lift shit at my job so I worry about getting poked in my elbow veins but like, she's making me kind of start to freak out. What if we're homeless again. She can't even take proper care of her car so we can't really live out of that and its also a fucking 2001 VW Beetle. Sometimes I wonder if I should rehome some of my pets, not just in case we lose housing, but also in case I need to run away or move out and go my own path, I can know they're being taken care of since I can't take everyone with me

Still like I'm. I feel like I'm slowly starting to cave into stress a little bit and I even started drinking a little again because I'm too broke for more weed and I'm just so stressed and unhappy all the time like. Ugh. I guess everyone in this situation is making bad choices here and not stepling up, huh 😅

[erstwhilesparrow]

this happens just about every year, around this time when the sunsets start going from sharp to buttery. it's always the same, but the funny thing is i can't bring myself to be bothered by that. i want to tell you about it. here, sit with me a minute?

the bridge is concrete most of the way through, beige-ish grey. coming up on it on the bus, it looks like a solid hill, rising up toward the palely blue sky. the moon is a thin radish slice stamped on the vault of the heavens, and if you get the hour right, the sun paints the whole inside of the bus golden-yellow. if you were driving, you would feel the pull of gravity as the incline gets properly going, would have to set your foot a little firmer on the gas pedal and insist on the climb. if it's windy, the rattle of our means of conveyance drowns it out.

underneath, unfurling from the underside of the bridge, there's train tracks, long metal lines joining this part of the city to the rest of it. sequins of light spark from the windows of the skyscrapers that make the horizon on our left. on our right, more tracks, and flat-roofed buildings, squat as toy blocks, not dusty but very settled. with words, the landscape is crowded, but it's really a rather sparse space. you can imagine this is the sort of place people from downtown escape to. look a little further, and the blues of the horizon might be water, might be mountains, might be sky.

we're at the top of the bridge now; this is the best view you're going to get. pay a little more attention to the bus with me. yes, there are people in here. yes, their lives are many and varied. the sun flares off the curve of a metal support into your eyes. don't turn to look, but there's a girl in the back, and i think i know her. her head is turned toward the windows on the left, same view we just had. her headphones are a peachy pink, her bag plain and practical and maroon. her coat is black down to the fur trim on the hood. her hijab is blue, some shade more alive than the sky.

but it's not really the girl i'm thinking of. it might be her. it might be my heart. that's the sweet agony of it: i don't know, and i won't ask. the girl i see sitting back there, one day, one day soon, it will be ten years since we were both twelve and i adored her so fiercely it calcified as physical pains in the place where my ribs point toward each other. when we last spoke as those twelve-year-old girls, she gave me a card with a whole world inside it, where we would be close as sisters forever. i think of her, and i think of the girl behind us who might be her but who won't meet my gaze even if it is her, and i am reminded again that i really, really believe this: whatever i feel for her now is the closest i will ever get to falling in love.

i didn't get to tell her, but i have to carry the memory with me now: one saturday, still a child for whom saturdays meant an impassable space between one waking hour under the covers and another seated at the dining room table, i started dreaming a garden for us. it's still in me somewhere, not the flowers i wasn't sharp enough to learn, not the exact place i built up the little wooden house we would share, but the shape of that garden, all winding paths, tall grass, and a bench we would sit on together to watch the seagulls call.

i cannot tell you this and make you understand how true it is, but i must say it anyway. there is a piece of my heart that will always be for her. i don't think of her often (this thing in my chest is neither leash nor thorn) but i have a tenderness for her that refuses to run out. she doesn't know it. i don't know her. we are not sisters anymore, and the garden lost its gate when my first phone went dark, but this girl--

if i just turned my head, do you think we could find our way into each other's lives again? if she was willing, i think i would be amenable to that.

ah, but we have seen each other from opposite sides of long hallways before, and she didn't want to see me, so i didn't see her. looking through the windshield, we can see the slope all the way down now, how the hill continues past the end of the bridge, on and on careening between buildings toward the shore. the water level around here used to be higher. the place we are going used to be underwater. pull the cord, please; the next stop is ours.

[heretostealyogirl]

hiii! how about these:

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

? :D

Tysm!! <3 <3

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Tbh, just being able to start working on my current WIP again after about a month of not being able to write at all. I was planning for this summer to be very productive in terms of my fics (and art), but I ended up spending a lot of it busy with a very important university project that took up all of my energy and headspace. So while I was doing that, I just didn't have it in me to write or draw at all. But now that that's done, I've been able to work on my next fic a bit more. I definitely won't get it done before I go back to uni like I had hoped, but I'm making progress nonetheless!

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

I have a tendency to really spell out exactly what a character thinks/feels. I should probably try to do more 'show not tell', but it just comes a lot more naturally to me to make things clear because if I leave things up to body language and other, more subtle indicators, then the readers might miss it or misunderstand. I guess that's more on the reader than me, but the idea of being misunderstood in my writing really, really bothers me. Maybe it's just because I'm autistic, idk. It's not something I enjoy doing per se, but it's something I like when re-reading my own writing because it just makes more sense to me.

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

Usually in the late afternoon or evening, for a couple of reasons. Mainly, that's usually when I'm free to actually write. Uni keeps me busy throughout most of the day during the semester, so after I get home is the only time I really have for writing. On non-uni days, I still tend to write later in the day because I like sitting outside on my balcony while I write, but for most of the day, the sun is on the balcony, making it impossible to see my screen and causing my poor laptop to boil itself alive. But in the late afternoon/evening, the shadows have moved far enough that I can keep my laptop in the shade while I sit out there, thus allowing me to write in my favourite spot :3

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Definitely a planner. I can't just start writing without a solid plan for what the fic/chapter/scene is going to involve. In fact, I think this is why a lot of my earlier writing projects before this BOTW AU series (cough cough, Elindoore) failed - I tried to just start without planning anything properly and ended up getting absolutely nowhere with it. If and when I ever revisit Elindoore (which I do plan to do at some point), I'll definitely use all the planning and writing strategies I've come up with more recently that have allowed my BOTW AU to be as successful as it has been (in terms of completeness).

[mattypattypinky]

Heyyyyyy, me again!

I’m on top of today’s letter, surprisingly. My wounds are going great. No more bleeding. By tomorrow I’ll be able to launch my next plan into action. With both direction AND magnitude!

But enough about me. I hear you’re feeling a bit homesick. Hey, I’ve been there. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss my fortress. The moon is great and all, but does it convert in to a frickin’ space shuttle?? I think not.

You’re not wrong for wanting to go back to what you’re comfy with. Y’know, your room, your cats, your own little private space. It’s what you’ve known for most of your life. Nobody should be making you feel bad for needing it. And if watching my feature film helps you cope with it, to HECK with anyone who says you can’t. My movie is GREAT.

I love you, and good luck. Everything will turn out ok, I promise.

Kisses! Mwah <3

~ V

God I rlly do hope everything will turn out okay 😭 I've been so overstimulated a majority of today. Marissa (Stephs sis) has been the saving grace of my anxiety today I swear. She made an area away from the dogs for my allergies, and while I still can't breathe properly I'm not sneezing and in pain as much as I was in the other bedroom. Better thing is that it's really quiet in here. I mean, it's the living room, so I might have to tone down if I call, but it's quieter and I don't have to keep a TV running 24-7 in this room, so I don't really HAVE to watch anything so it feels a lot better😞 Like Marissa has been treating me like her son while Steph is kind of being an emotional trainwreck today, no shade to her but I'm a little worried. I'm genuinely concerned if she's experiencing smth thats causing her mood swings and saltiness 😭😭😭

Plus being in the living room means im closer to those cool flashy purple lights by the curtains which is like super duper cool.

I considered calling my dad for a hot minute for him to pick me up, if it weren't for Marissa cheering me up and being nice to me I would've probably called crying asking for him to take me home and that would've ended shitty probably anyways 😭

I'm still bothered that she told me that watching the movie so many times is unhealthy, but also she has some really shitty hot takes so I am trying not to let it get to me. (She's the same person who told me never to fall in love and have sex bc it ruins the love 🤨 like no it doesn't if it's a healthy relationship 😭... just sounds like u need to communicate more???) But like yeah. In short Marissa is saving grace for me rn and I just ate ice cream 😍!!!

PS, I can't wait to hear more of ur plans it'll be so fun. I also can't wait to see u again it'll be great. I'm anticipating ur arrival SM 😭

PPS, ur movie is great if she can't see that she's a poop 🤨😞...

[popotobun]

11 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

The arid air was too open, but the city had been too closed in.

The tall walls of Ala Mhigo had never felt so towering until Kell needed space to think. He could still feel the warmth of the hand in his, the pressure of the gentle squeeze. He wasn’t sure if it was with happiness or anxiety that his heart pounded so. In seeking space, he did not wander far, merely to Bloodhowe. He wasn’t likely to be sought there, and the Tomb of the Errant Sword was as fine a place as any to think. It was a wall he could have at his back, at the very least.

He almost felt bad for taking off running in the opposite direction before flying back on his chocobo to somewhat mask his intended destination, but he didn’t want any of the other Scions seeking him out of concern. He had just taken off running, after all. Gods, what would Thancred think? The man had all but confessed his still present attraction, his desire to properly try at a relationship, should Kell be willing… and he’d frozen up. He wasn’t even sure he’d managed to tell the man he needed to think before he’d been running away.

Once landed, Kell had nudged the chocobo off to go graze, leaving him on his own in front of the monument of a tomb. He was still breathing too heavily, he realized, and his hands were shaking. Rather than gaze upon the stonework, he sat on the steps, trying to remember the exercises that his dad had taught him. Anxiety is nothing to get hung up on, he’d said, You can’t force it away, so if you can't stop worrying… just breathe until it's more manageable. So Kell tried his best to slow down and to just breathe.

Afternoon had faded into sunset by the time he finally felt ready to face his thoughts. He reclined back on the worn stones, the steps digging in but not enough to truly bother him. Nearby, he heard the soft kweh of Shade checking in on him and he almost smiled. He wasn’t sure what they were, but the hum and buzz of insects sought to serenade him and the day into night. Now that he could hear over his own heartbeat, he remembered why he liked this spot so much. Perhaps a touch morbid of him, but the peace was well worth it.

“I had a feeling it would happen eventually, Shade, I just didn’t expect it to hit so hard. I…” a sigh left him, heavy with thought, “Can I do this again?”

The chocobo warbled at him before turning away to chase one of the insects. I can’t tell you that, he seemed to say. He had better things to do, anyway.

“Some help you are. Betrayed by my bosom companion!” Betrayed! The complaint was so absurd, he snorted with laughter mere moments later, rolling onto his side as it burst forth in waves, threatening to overtake him. He let it run it’s course, giggling with near hysteria, wiping the tears away when they’d passed.

He let his mind wander back to the issue at hand. Of course Thancred was different now than when they’d first met. The years had served him well and losing Minfilia had brought out a more serious side of him that Kell had taken time to get used to. After Papalymo had died, they agreed to start over again as friends. No expectations. While he’d been able to heal from Thancred’s original abandonment and the deaths he’d mourned for months before they’d found the Scions still alive, Haurchefaunt’s death had broken something in him.

He could feel the ache in his heart just thinking of him, a love he’d not been able to fully explore, ended before it had truly started. If something happened to Thancred… Kell swallowed against the lump in his throat, struggling to complete the thought. If anything happened to Thaddeus. To the rest of the Scions… he’d be inconsolable for a time, he’d pick himself back up and muster on for the sake of the rest of them. He knew that he’d be alright in the end. But that tight feeling in his heart when he thought of anything happening to Thancred, meant things were already out of his control.

Kell draped his arm over his eyes, hiding the sky from view. He knew, objectively, that he still cared for Thancred. He could almost reasonably say he might even have never stopped. It would be so easy to just say yes. To go back, right now, and kiss the man senseless. But what if he did? If he lost another person he loved… What was the phrase? Once bitten, twice shy, wasn’t it? He was twice bitten, thrice shy and still a dumb romantic fool in spite of it all.

[radioactivesweet]

Alright this was requested by myself because Roland my beloved deserves the world

Btw I still have a lot of Vanitas no Carte related requests that I’ll try to write as soon as I can!

Tea prompts

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lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

Roland wakes up early, because of hid duty as a chasseur, but will try to spend as much time as possible by your side before he has to go. He will stare for a while at your sleepy face, as the first rays of sunshine gently caress you. He will thank you first, for being there with him, and then he will thank God for letting you meet him.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Roland gets excited for everything as long as it means that you get to spend his free time together. He will let you lead him trough the streets of Paris, laughing while holding your hand. He feels that childish happinnes only kids can express and loves it.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Roland stays usually up until late – often doesn't even go to sleep – depending on the amount of work left to do. But since you are waiting for him, he will ask Olivier to help him out. Despite trying to stay awake a little more, he will hopelessly fall asleep once you are holding him between your arms.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

You immediately caught his attention, therefore he asked you out as soon as he got the chance – without appearing as clingy or annoying, because he didn't want to make you run away despite his energetic approach. Whenever he meets you, he will offer you flowers, sweets or anything he knows you might like and won't waste a single chance to praise you and complimenting your qualities.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Roland is a passionate man and – as soon as you are alone – he will pull you closer for a kiss. He will avoid doing it in public because he doesn't want to show it in front of his colleagues or eventual enemies.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Roland doesn't get often jealous – he wholeheartedly trusts you – and isn't usually bothered at all, unless he notices that you are the one being bothered by someone else. Despite his friendly attitude, Roland can be scary and won't hesitate to show it if somebody crossed the line.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

When you are on your own, without anybody else around, Roland will get pretty touchy, hugging and kissing you – if you are comfortable with it – and sometimes he may get emotional too, wondering how he could end up with someone like you.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Roland looks for someone who can keep up with him, who is flexible depending on the situation, who knows to be as cheerful as him but serious when the situation requires it. He would rather someone open minded too and who doesn't see the world only in black and white, but all the shades of grey too.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Roland once came home from a mission and you were the one who welcomed him. Far from his family, he grown used to be alone but you were waiting for him. He got so happy he started crying and hugged you.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

After another mission – during which he got injured – Roland decided that he had to marry you before it was too late; he would have never forgiven himself if he hadn't had the chance to propose to you properly, so as soon as he could stand on his feet, but still covered in bandages, he reached out to you and asked you to marry him – while you were telling him to go get some rest.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Roland knows what you want – sometimes you wonder if he can read your mind – but loves to make you, well, pray. He will use his job as a chasseur to make you beg for him – but will probably stop sooner, since his whishes are the same as yours.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

As weird as it may sound, he loves bringing you around the catacombs. He know them well and it's one of the few places where you can spend some time alone when he is working. He also know a lot about its history, so you can learn tons of interesting facts from him.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o? 

Roland will wipe away your tears – if you are crying – and ask for a day off. It's not responsible of him to quit his job this way, but you are more relevant to him than anything else and, if this is something that can comfort you, he is here to make sure you'll know how much you precious and valuable to him and how you light up his world.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Roland is quite the heartbreaker – unitentionally – and is far more experienced than what his acquaitances may think. He had lot of short term relationships but has never really been in love nor deeply involved with anybody.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Once he will have been disposed from his work as a chasseur, he would like to move to the countryside and have a family! He wouldn't mind a lot of children running around the house. But because of his work, he can't guarantee he you his precence and would definitely rather wait. He is also scared he might not come home and would regret leaving you alone with a child.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

When he has some time off, he loves spending time in the library after the sunset, when the other chasseurs are either working, sleeping or getting drunk around the city. He craves those quiet moments he can spend with you. Often you don't even speak, but the fact that you are with him it's enough to make him happy.

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How would the mukamis, tsukinamis and kino want their s/o to dress up on their date?

Ruki:

A bit like reiji, he wants to dress properly and a little not like him...he would really want it to be in fashion and much more casual

He will choose that what you should wear cause we all know..he's the boss🕴

Now...he prefers those nice tight skirt dresses which accentuates every inch of you

Not that he's a Prevert or anything but he just knows you'll look beautiful in it.

Really likes it if its black ...its his favorite colour

If the dress has a single strap or if its off shoulder, he'll totally fall for it

He would most likely prefer open hair or side pony tail

Would love it if you wear black coat shoes,kitten heels,broad heels or delicate pencil heels

As for the jewelry he would really like a beautiful,elegant and a really delicate necklace on your neck with just the earrings

He will love it if its silver and has White diamonds on it

The makeup should be dark but not that dark that I'll scare off people or even him...XD

Only the lipstick should be dark enough to turn him on,..damn it dude!....XD

But will love it if the lipstick is dark ,bloody red

The eyeshades are your choice though

Yuma:

Okay so...its time for our lion to tell what he would love on you

He doesn't bother to get in this girly business especially about choosing what to wear so....he'll let you decide yourself.

He thinks that colors like orange,red,blue,yellow or any other summer colour will look great on you

He really likes those off- shoulder dresses with tight skirts

But wants them super short so he can get a good view of your ass...XD

Will prefer black high heels cause he knows, whatever you'll wear you can't get taller then him😆

Will love a high pony tail or a beautiful side braid on you

He loves lockets and anklets on you. And if you have multiple piercings on your ears..he thinks you'll look even cuter with different types of earrings

As for the makeup....he'll want a dark pink or a bloody red lipstick on you

And knows if you doing a smokey one...than for him,no one is sexier than you

Woah!...this guy is so off the hook

Kou:

Okay...so this here is the hottest idol ever to be known...Kou Mukami

We all know how's he about fashion and as an idol,he's got really good taste

He likes cute stuff so..he'll really love frill dresses on you

Will love it if its pink,orange,purple or any other color.. But want it to be cute and colourful

Will like it casual or maybe a bit formal

Would prefer a high pony tail,a high bun ,side braids or even open hair

Will love anything on you ..but will die if your wearing a cute kitty locket with hello kitty earrings and if it has a hello kitty bracelet..its a bonus for him

He will really want a beautiful, light makeup on you

Will like it if the lipstick is in any kind of pink shade

Like:rose pink,fresh pink,cold pink,dull pink,tea pink...and whatever

Azusa:

Time for our cutie pie☺

Like kou,azusa also prefers cute stuff on you

He would actually love anything that you wear but will be more than happy if you wear something that he likes

So like I said before, he likes cute stuff means he'd love those cute pink frill dresses on you

Will like open hair with it

He will love those cute kitten heels on you

Will prefer a cute and a really charming makeover on you

Will love the pink lipsticks on you and also the eyeshades should be light too

Will love an adorable locket with earrings... Cause he'll love it if your natural and simple

Carla:

OK so now we have the king of the founders here

We all know that how classy this guy is so you gotta be careful with him

He will love royal,charming and eye-catching light pure colours on you

Like skin,beige,golden,silver,white,baby pink and other light colours

He likes those transparent dresses..not that he's a pervert or something he just thinks that you'll look elegant

He likes opened hair on you especially when their brown,blond or black and not highlighted

Likes high pencil heels or coat shoes on you

He'd love to see you in a gorgeous silver necklace and with heavy matching earrings

A makeover that will make you look really elegant, glamorous and royal

Like...he really love those dark lipsticks in colors of red or dark pink or those light shades of beige, light brown or maybe golden shimmering ones too

The eyeshades shouldn't be too dark and frowney thou

But will love if they make a great combo with the lipstick and won't look too odd

Just wants you to be royal and glamorous

Even wants you to carry a hand bag

Boy...this Guy's got some good taste

Shin:

Now let's see what Mr.wolfy likes on you

He likes dark colours especially black and dark blue/royal blue

Wants it to be backless,sexy and classy

Loves open hair or a high ponytail

Likes those sexy black pencil heels or hot coat shoes on you

Will die if you wear a black choker with black earrings and silver finger rings

He'll love a really sexy makeover on you like he's really into black,bloody red or dark plum lipsticks

Would prefer smokey eyeshades to give you a sexual look and to turn him on as well..XD

Now...that's the look that I want

Kino:

OK so...now we have kino the gamer over here and by that I mean he will love something trendy and fashionable on you

He'll love those hot tight skirt dresses on you in dark colours like black,red, royal blue,dark plum and other dark colours

As for the hairstyle he'll love a high pony tail or open hair on you

The heels should be black pencil heels or elegant sandals

He'll die if you wear a choker with stylish earrings ,a black bracelet with silver finger rings. The anklet will do too but he doesn't care about it that much

Loves a dark bold look on you

And if your wearing a black lipsntick....his game is defiantly over..XD

He even likes you to carry a clutch with you as well

Boy...this guy is good...XD

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

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You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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