#mc offer

[ryllen]

master of using mal mal as an excuse to do anything related to u because he is so damn shy and he won't admit his own feeling

[starmocha]

would you still love me if i was a carrot? (questions and concerns of a three-year-old boy) [Zayne + Son ★ 1168 words ★ Masterlist ★ Snowdrop Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Zayne’s son loves carrots a little too much and is starting to look a little orange. A/N: BTW, you can turn orange-ish from eating too many carrots… /srs Tag list: @lavlynyan @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin @asiaticapple @rainbowsnowflake @jasmines-greentea @notisekais @littleapplle @animegamerfox @li-zayne-wife 【 request to be added 】

Zayne was always sure the universe was messing with him by making his wife craved carrots while pregnant with his son. While he was initially convinced it was his mischievous wife herself messing with him, he eventually realized this was a true craving that she couldn’t fight. You would never argue with a pregnant woman, so Zayne had reluctantly tended to his wife’s questionable craving, arguing little, but he had expressed his disapproval and concerns from time to time.

She had ignored him.

Subsequently, she later gave birth to the sweetest little baby boy who was essentially a mini-Zayne, a near perfect replica of him in terms of looks and behavior, but there was always that one odd glaring quirk that he could not ignore from his son: the little boy’s insatiable love for carrots.

Try as he might to sway the boy’s taste with other yummy food, he always found himself back to the same cursed orange vegetable. Unfortunately for the toddler, he would soon learn there was such a thing as too much of a good thing.

“It will only be for a few days,” Zayne consoled his son, carrying him in his arms as the little boy continued to stare at his small hands with confusion, the skin an unusual orange tinge. The young doctor paced around the living room with his son, never once imagining such an unusual conversation to take place.

“I warned you about eating too many carrots,” he continued, his tone a blend of lightheartedness while also still stern, “Now you’re turning into one.”

The toddler looked up at his father with teary eyes. “Daddy?”

“Hm?” Zayne smiled gently as he wiped the tears from his son’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Would you still love me if I was a carrot?”

Zayne laughed, unprepared for the sudden random question. The child—while not physically resembling his mother in the slightest—had somehow inherited her tendencies to barrage Zayne with silly questions and hypothetical scenarios. He leaned down, his cheek nuzzling against his son’s in comfort and affections. He sweetly reassured the young toddler, “I’ve already said I would love you no matter what… even if you turn into a carrot… like right now.”

The boy gasped, suddenly worried. “You won’t eat me, will you, Daddy?”

“I can confidently say I will have no intention of consuming any carrots,” he answered, deadpanned.

Zayne held back a laugh when his son let out an immediate sigh of relief. Suddenly, the toddler started tapping his father’s shoulder frantically, the sense of urgency quickly drawing Zayne’s attention as he raised a single brow, wondering what could have troubled his son now.

“What is it?”

“Daddy, we won’t turn into macarons either, right?”

Zayne stared.

The boy frantically continued, “Daddy, you eat so many macarons… you won’t turn into one, too, right?”

“I-I don’t eat that many,” Zayne retorted, feeling oddly offended by the three-year-old’s observation.

“But Mommy said you ate this many last time,” the boy explained, holding up six fingers.

Quietly, Zayne lowered his son’s hands. “Mommy said that to you?”

His son nodded solemnly.

“When did she say this?”

“Um… While Daddy was on the phone with… with… Uncle Greyson!”

Zayne remembered that particular day now. It was the first Saturday in a few weeks since both him and his wife had the same day off work, and with the weather so bright and sunny in Linkon, they had decided on an impromptu city outing as a family. Of course, that also included a stop at a dessert shop.

“Well, six is not a lot,” Zayne insisted, explaining, “It is a reasonable amount to have.”

The boy looked doubtful. “But Mommy only lets me have this many.”

Zayne held back another laugh when his son sadly held up two fingers.

“Because you are so small right now,” Zayne explained, tickling his son’s stomach, making the boy’s frown disappeared instantly as he couldn’t help the laughter that escaped. Zayne pressed a kiss to his son’s temple in assurance, adding, “You can have a little more when you are older.”

“Okay…” the boy answered reluctantly, that hint of disappointment in his expression not missed by Zayne, but he refrained from commenting on it. The toddler looked up at his father with another inquisitive expression on his young face. “Daddy?”

“Hm?”

“Will my teeth really fall out?”

“Whe-where did this come from?”

“Uncle Greyson said—”

“Never mind what Uncle Greyson said,” Zayne interrupted suddenly, mildly exasperated, “It won’t be for a few more years. It’s natural and you shouldn’t have to worry too much about it.”

“What about Daddy’s teeth?”

“Daddy’s teeth are fine,” Zayne reassured him.

“But Mommy said—”

“Never mind what Mommy said,” he interrupted again, already having an idea of what his wife had said behind his back.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I still eat carrots?”

Zayne paused, seeing the worried expression on the suddenly anxious toddler. One part of him wished to denounce the orange vegetable completely, thinking such a cursed thing should be eradicated from the world entirely, but another part of him—his loving paternal side—couldn’t bear be the one to disappoint his son about something he loved, especially when Zayne himself knew there was no actual harm for the boy to have more.

He sighed reluctantly and mustered his most consoling smile. He nodded gently. “You can still eat carrots,” Zayne said, adding sternly, “But only in moderation from now on.”

The boy cocked his head to the side in confusion, not quite understanding his father.

“You can have some from time to time,” Zayne explained, continuing, “Too many and you’re going to turn orange again.”

“Oh…” The boy looked down at his hands once more and then smiled widely at his father. “I don’t mind!”

Zayne looked almost bewildered by the toddler’s bright exclamation. He laughed and tickled the boy again, making the toddler squirmed and laughed helplessly in his father’s arms. “You don’t mind?” he asked, astonished. “Well, Daddy minds. I like my normal-colored son more.”

“Aww,” the boy whined with a pout.

Zayne pressed a firm kiss to his son’s cheek. “Enough of your silliness,” he said as he started to walk in the direction of his son’s bedroom, “Its time for your nap.”

“Aww…” the boy repeated and started to wriggle again in his father’s arms.

“Are you trying to escape your naptime?”

The boy nodded frantically and continued to attempt to wriggle free, but Zayne held him tighter.

“I swear,” he sighed, “You’re turning into your mother more and more each day with your silliness.”

Suddenly, the boy leaned up and pecked his father’s cheek really quickly, surprising Zayne.

He paused in his step and stared down at the boy’s sweet and cheeky smile. He responded with his own smile, sighing helplessly before he kissed his son’s cheek in return. “Just like your mother…” he sighed with a hint of exasperation, adding firmly, “Nice try. It’s still naptime.”

“Aww…”

[xiaeom]

two people who were discarded by their childhood friends

[choccy-milky]

K I love your art and story so much you don’t understand.

Clora is an absolute angel child that Jo will adopt and take everywhere on little Ravenclaw dates while Seb can go pout.

Also Your Sebastian….does things to me.

But to be faithful to my lovely darling Ominis I just have to say I love him in your art style, he looks so pretty and I would literally die if you did more of him.

ILY 🫶

i love YOU so much you are such a ray of sunshine and you make everyone in this fandom feel so included with how much you interact and contribute, its amazing...as an introvert ass hermit i admire you so much PLS NEVER CHANGE💖💖

and since you wanted more ominis HAVE HIM GIVING HAND SMOOCHES TO JO!!!🥰 ALSO YES absolutely 10000% jo and clora need to do cute ravenclaw things together NO BOYS ALLOWED

(tho in the end i think clora just yapped to jo about sherlock the entire time LMAO...sorry jo🙏)

[cozymochi]

Does Grim sleep in Tia's bed like a cat or did Tia give him a little cat bed??

yes

but he sleeps mostly on her anyway

yknow assuming she does go to bed properly

[ren-054]

//// didn’t realize how much affection I could have for a literal face and pair of hands,,, ////

[villainous-things]

I can't believe that the day has come when I feel more safe and comfortable with Vere than with Leander.

[rains-starlight]

(xavier ramble that i posted on discord and now u get to read here <3)

so. my main faves are xavier (main), rafayel, and caleb. and i was thinking... what's pulling me to xavier over the other two? (especially caleb LMAO) i feel like i'd commonly go with the outspoken clingy dramatic boys (raf) or the 'childhood best friend' archetype (caleb) but something about xavier captivated me.

when i first started looking to him, i felt like there was waaay more than meets the eye for his character, and that's intentional, since he wants to live a quiet life, but has so much history behind him.

aside from differences in personalities and preferences (i love raf but irl im not a sea or seafood person, and i love caleb but.. but nothing. xavier just pulls me in more LMAO), xavier to me truly has that sneak attack for your heart.

he's awkward, and silly, and insanely powerful on the battlefield. he loves reading comics, playing video games, and being delusional about his cooking skills. he's a rock that you can always depend upon in a quiet life. he's cheeky and gets easily jealous, but would much rather pout and be sulky than direct that to you. its adorable. as xavier and caleb are jokingly deemed the 'possessive' duo, caleb's possessiveness to me could go left (affectionate, i know why), whereas i feel as though xavier's stems from just wanting to capitalize on your attention. he has someone in his life that he cares deeply about, its only natural for him to be a little clingy about it.

on top of the fact that he's just a good friend in of itself, keeping an eye on you and making sure you take care of yourself without crossing a boundary. he loves being around you so much so that he admires the person you are, and wants to be that type of person himself. he relishes in being recognized by you in a world where he's only ever known as an entity to be utilized, rather than a person who has feelings and passions.

'this is the first time someone's asked me to play support' he says, which sounds normal at face value, but its definitely something to be unpacked: he's not used to being the person that supports, he's used to being the leader, the strong hunter that needs no one to finish the job, the crown prince that's above all else, the leader of the backtrackers, the elusive lumiere… now he just gets to be xavier that supports his friends. he thinks of himself as a nobody, someone who used to be 'everything', not out of personhood, but out of necessity. being able to be seen by someone he loves despite everything is by far the greatest joy in life he could ever have. and i love him SOOOO MUCH FOR IT!! im sure all of the lads love mc and they make their life better by being in it, but for me, there's something so comforting and lovely about xavier growing into a person he wants to be because someone he loves makes him want to figure out who he is for himself. because the person that loves him will love him at his core regardless of who he decides to be. thats why he gets jealous because mc looks to lumiere, and im sure she's picked up on that too. he loathes the idea that she loves someone that isnt him. obviously, lumiere IS him, but it's not 'him' in the sense that it's a persona, an idea, a hero. xavier… simply thinks of himself as a man who quietly lives in his apartment and goes to work like everyone else. he doesnt have a tether to anything other than just wanting to live life the way he wants to, after living so many lives that were not given by choice. at least… not until mc.

but as an addendum to this rambling, he's just!!! great and i love his personal journey and how it intertwines with mc at the core of it. im happy he gets to be in a world where he can live a quiet life!! and his joy is by far something that leads me to him over the other lads.

-- (i love him in his entirety and i think i havent found that spark with the other lads yet. caleb is a close second though, his relationship with mc is so silly and they have such a sweet bond that im sure he cherishes. his devotion, affection, and love languages are to die for.

but i think xavier's way of being there for you and picking up the cracks when you cant or before you even realize appeals to me more. thinking about precious bonfire clips i saw and how he took every opportunity to stay by and support mc and how he looked after her, made sure she was having fun, and allowed her to use him as a scapegoat so that she didn't get burnt out or the call where he saw she was alone at a team building thing at the bar and offered to leave with her since she wasnt really keen on hanging out to begin with he's just. so sweet. hes always thinking about the small things and wants his favorite person to be happy because it makes him happy :> this doesnt even go into the smaller nuances or traits that i love about him. maybe i'll do a post about it or just how personality wise i feel like if i were to bond with anyone irl xavier would be #1 in a landslide.)

[sylusbelovedart]

Yes, Kitten ? (Sylus x MC)

Disclaimer : MC has a cat girl. I tried to picture Sylus as best as I could, sorry if it's a bit OOC.

↑ Those are the insipiration btw. I just wanted to write a soft drabble about Sylus being loved by a kitten (knowing how much cats love to hate him). I imagine Sylus would be really happy to be loved by a kitten that keeps seeking him out and being clingy towards him, though he might be a bit shocked at first. And the fact that that cat is yours just makes it better. He just wished you would act the same towards him.

TW : there is none, it's just fluff.

You've never thought of getting a cat for yourself, really. Considering your job and the amount of time it took from you, you always thought having a cat would be irresponsable.

You took a breather after fighting wanderers all day. As you laid down to rest, you heard a rustle being the bushes. On alert and pissed that another wanderer may have found you, you pointed your gun towards it, unmoving. You tried to steady your breath and focused on reacting at the right time. As it was moving closer and closer to you, you tightened the grip around your gun. You nearly pressed on the trigger but stopped right before shooting.

It wasn't a wanderer.

But a frightened kitten, meowling loudly as it made its way to you. It scratched your leg, pleading.

And for some reason, your heart ached for this sweet furrball.

You promised yourself that you won't keep it, you just wanted to help it. You took it to the vet the next morning. After a health checkup, the vet informed you that the stray kitten was in fact a girl and that she was doing well. "You just need to carefully feed her with some nutritive food and give her the antibiotics needed to reduce the infection in her wounds". And you promised yourself that no matter how much that cute kitten was clinging to you, you would bring her to a shelter where she would be taken care off. But no matter how much you tried, she kept screaming and crying, begging you to keep her. So you gave in. You grew found of her and loved her, trying to make as much time for her as possible. You couldn’t help but spoil her rotten.

And as cute and lovely she was to you, you knew her to not be very kind to strangers. She easily gets scared, and won't hesitate to hiss and scratch. None of your friends or coworkers managed to get close to her, aside from Tara who managed to pat her for a bit but your kitten never willingly let herself be carried. And they would all joke about how much she ressembles you. You often pretended to be offended and point out how nice and helpful you were to everyone. But your friends brushed it all off, "like owner, like pet" they would say.

As your kitten was nestled in your arms in front of them, Nero kept staring at her, sadness plastered on his face, sighing loudly.

"Well, be grateful to at least be around her. She doesn't like people" you said pointing your finger at him, as if to make your point across "she is picky with who she lets close".

"That's exactly what I mean" he responded deadpan and then he looked back at your kitten with grief, his shoulders slumped "but she is so cute, do you think she will come to love me one day ?" he asked pouting, thrusting out is lower lip so much it made you laugh a little.

"I do wonder which one of you she will come to love first." You asked yourself patting your kitten’s head.

---

That's why the first time you let Sylus into your appartment, you were slightly anxious. It’s not the first time Sylus came by, but it wasn't just your home now. You hoped your kitten won't be too scared of him considering his intimidating aura or pissed by his arrogance. You knew Sylus was an absolute sweetheart to animals, but you were still scared of what your kitten’s first impression of him will be. You didn't mind her not liking people in general but you still wished she would accept Sylus, or least tolerate him.

And because people kept pointing out how much you're both alike, your first encounter with Sylus kept replaying in you mind and you winced at the thought. Yeah, we might have to work on it a little.

Arriving at your front door, you explained once again to Sylus how to act in front of your kitten. "She is scared of everyone, really. Please don't take it to heart, just give her some time."

"As if I have never dealt with another fierce kitten before" he teased, his head on your shoulder "And a stubborn one at that" he continued kissing your cheek.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder lightly "you're silly" you rolled your eyes "but I'm being serious now".

Sylus looked at you, smiling "your worry too much, it can't be that bad. Should I use my own methods on her ? Would gifts help sooth her ? Or is she as merciless as her master is ?" he nudges his nose against your cheek, teasing. That man, really.

"As long as you don't scare her" you said back, whispering at his lips "I don't mind your methods" you kissed him and unlocked your door. He raised a brow at your, a challenging look on his face.

Your could hear your kitten already meowling on the other side of the door. As soon as you opened it, she rubbed herself against your leg, happy to see you back home. You immediatly crouched down to pat her and take her in you arms, entering the appartment to let Sylus come in behind you.

"I guess it’s time for some presentation" you turned to face Sylus "Sylus, this is my sweet angel" you said kissing her lightly "and sweet angel, this is my boyfriend Sylus".

Sylus stared at your cat at first, as if trying to understand its way of thinking. He then tried to approach her but she hissed back at him and growled. Unbothered by her reaction towards him and seemingly used to this kind of treatment, Sylus just huffed and crossed his arms "You spoil her too much. She has your bad attitude"

You mouth fell open, shocked "No she doesn’t. She is the sweetest. She is just picky."

"And in my book" Sylus took a higher pitch "it’s called ‘like owner, like pet’".

You blinked, your mouth agape. Did he just mock you ?

You narrowed your eyes at him "Your horse has terrible temper. My kitten is just picky. She's being careful, that’s not the same" you pointed your finger menacingly at him "beware or I am making her chase you out of my appartment"

"I am soo scared." He said slowly approaching you, a mischevious look on his eyes.

Not wanting to give in to his antics. You turn your back at him and put down your kitten on the couch. You take off your coat gesturing Sylus to do the same. As you passed by him, you approached him and yank him down to meet your eyes "don't forget you're in my territory now. And contrary to last time, I have backup."

"Your territory ? I thought we already settled that last time" you couldn't help but blush, remembering the make-out session you both had on your kitchen counter 'last time'.

"You've been warned" you tried to glare at him but you knew Sylus wouldn't be frightened by it. You pushed him back, wanting to get away from him before giving in. That man might be the death of you someday.

Trying to ignore the flush of your face and your agitated state, you went to the sink to wash your hands. After gaining some sense of composure, you tried to change the subject "Is there anything you want to eat in particular tonight ?" you asked him.

"What are you proposing ?" from the corner of your eyes you saw Sylus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring at you.

"Let me take a look" you opened the frigde, trying to act as normal and calm as possible and ignoring your loud heartbeats. His teasing always got you but seeing him so confortable in your own appartment did things to you.

"I can make some salad, if you want" you craved for something light and fresh "but not sure I have something for dessert though" you said a little bit embarrassed "I ate everything yesterday".

"I don’t mind. I’m sure we could settle for something sweet for the dessert."

You gulped dryly, almost chocking on your own spit. Yup, definitily the death of you.

As you took out the ingredients from the fridge, Sylus came next to you to wash his hand. He signed you to let him help you wash the vegetables. As you were patiently waiting for him, you heard your cat meowling loudly. Pretty scared that something might have happened or that she was angry by Sylus apparence in your kitchen, your searched for her worriedly. And as you looked for her, you saw her standing next to Sylus, looking at him with the most pleading eyes you’ve seen her make to someone. 

Sylus first look at her then at you, his eyebrows raised, a playful look on his face. Then she meowled again more loudly, rubbing herself against Sylus' leg. She never did that and certainly not to a stranger. You tried to brush it off.

"She can be quite a lot, sorry."

Sylus shook his head, laughing "it’s fine. I guess I won’t have only one kitten to take care of tonight"

If you could pretend to not be affected by his words earlier, you certainly were know. But you cat's meowls helped you keep you grounded and not embarrass yourself in front of him.

You called her out, distressed by her tantrum, hoping she would get the message. "Be nice" you grumbled softly "he is a guest". As you scolded her, Sylus crounched down to pat her. "Be careful, she could scratch you. Or bite you". For some reason you felt incredibly defensive towards each of them.

Sylus smiled at you, softened by your care for him. He presented once again his fingers to your kitten for her to sniff before she eagirly rubbed herself against his hand, purring loudly. He patted her a bit before she tried to jump into his arms, a paw against his tight and another on his torso. He quickly lifted her up as she nestled against him. You looked at the both of them dumbfounded and at a loss of words. Everything was working better than you imagined.

He looked at your with raised eyebrows, his eyes wide and surprised, his smile growing bigger. You couldn’t help but stare at him and the way he was so gentle with her. You rarely saw the happy look Sylus' had on his face right now, one of the purest sight you've seen since meeting him. But his expression quickly changed into a cocky one as he looked back at you. "I guess I won't have to work my way through her heart that much. Like owner, like pet, huh ?"

You prayed for God to have mercy on your soul, because this sight nearly made you combust. As surprised as you were, seeing them bounding really stired up something inside of you. Those two might be the death of you tonight.

"I guess she doesn’t hate you" you said lightly, shrugging off your shoulders trying to play it cool and stay focused on the task at hand. As if you weren't scared earlier that your cat might try to make Sylus her next meal.

"I’m pretty sure she adores me at this point" he said almost purring. With Sylus smart mouth and confidence back, you knew you won't hear the end of it. You looked back at both of them and it reminded you of the time you and Sylus went to feed the cats. "Do you want to feed her ?"

Sylus looked at you "whatever the kitten wants" he said as he scratched her chin. You were sure he wasn’t only talking about her. "She does deserve a reward after for being so sweet and polite after all" he walked away and searched for something in his blazer. He took out a can of food, the same brand you told him your kitten loved. "her food is right here" you said pointing at your cat food spot "you can feed her there". You absoluteley didn’t mind your cat eating in the kitchen, but your heart couldn’t stand the both of them right now. You took a good minute to compose yourself before returning to your task.

-----

"Come here, kitten" you suddenly straighten up as Sylus calls out for you, his voice soft and velvety.

You walked towards him nonchalantly, trying to come up with some sly retort. Once you arrived in the livingroom, you stopped completely in your tracks.

Sylus wasn’t actually calling out for you.

He was slouched over your kitten, his hands gently spread towards her. She didn’t even fight against his graps and just let herself be put on his laps. You felt your face turn red from embarrassment.

Sylus just used the same nickname for you to your cat, it's fine, you told yourself. You wanted to make a run from it, to escape the awkwardness that situation might bring if Sylus sees you. But as you turned around, Sylus eyes landed on you. By the look on your face, he frowned and stood up, ready to come and help you.

He nearly asked you what was wrong but Sylus was a clever man. Too clever for your own good in that situation. Seeing with the way you looked at both him and your kitten ? He quickly understood. Damn him.

"So you can come to me if I actually call out for you, kitten ?" He tapped a finger against his temple, his smirk too wide for your liking "that’s tremendous information. I'm keeping that in mind for next time."

You bite the inside of your cheek trying to hold yourself back and not embarrass yourself further. But you knew you failed miserably as your entire face was flushed red. You didn't dare to look at Sylus and just turned around.

"The intel I have on you would make rampage in the dark web. Don’t act so smooth as if you don’t have anything to hide. I pretty sure your soft spot for straight kittens would please your ennemies. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you both were good since I didn't hear from you for some time"

"Wouldn't that be a good sign ?"

"I don't know. Maybe she would have biten off that smug tongue of yours."

Sylus didn't say anything back but you knew he was ecstatic. "Well, I'm going back to the kitchen. Tell me if you need anything."

----

You felt Sylus arms wrap around you, his lips kissing the back of your head.

"You will always be my favorite kitten." he whispered into your ear.

"How come ? you know other kitten ? How many ?" you tried to sound mad but a smile spread accross your face when you felt Sylus pressing himself further against you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Not much really. One's a cute furball" your kitten meowled loudly as if she knew you two were talking about her "But... the other, this one I can't seem to get away from… and she is the one I adore" he said sweetly, turning you around to kiss you, blocking you against the kitchen counter.

"And-" you said trying to part your lips from him "you think that will-" Sylus put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss "make me-" he slipped his tongue between your lips.

After a moment he finally parted slightly from you "forgive you ?"

Sylus kisses always felt good. Gosh his lips of his were blessed and crafted by God himself but cursed and polished by some sort of demon. Something about his kisses were soft and sweet but also deeply passionate and dizzying, always making you breathless.

"How should I earn your forgiveness then, my lady ?" he asked teasingly, brushing your nose with his.

"I don't know" you bite your lips looking up at him, you wanted him to work for it "should i even consider forgiving you ?"

Sylus slightly frowned. You smiled, hugging his waist "what do you have in mind ?"

"Anything you want" he whispered against your lips.

"Shouldn't you be careful before making this kind of proposal ?"

Sylus tucked your hair behind your ear, a beautiful smile drawing on his features. "Do you plan on finally being greedy with me ? I wouldn't ask for much."

You pretended to think for a little. "And if I say I just wanted to cuddle and watch films ? Would you mind ?"

"Sounds amazing to me, sweetheart." he said kissing you once again.

Sylus never mind going by your every whims and demands. He actually loved it. As much as you loved spoiling your cat, Sylus loved spoiling his own kitten rotten. Having you asking him for things, spending time with him, leaning on him, clinging to him was more than he could ever ask for. And God knew he didn't ask for much. So he didn't mind you making a fuss or acting mad or being greedy, because nothing made him happier than seeing you finally claiming him as your own.

[ryllen]

and some extra unused stuff while they are in affectionate mood

[mintmoth]

MY FOOOOLS the world will never be free of them they are eternal

Also I'm just having way too much fun with an icon base I made LMAO

[adastra121]

Bad End: The Fall

Summary: It's my Hound!MC Alon's birthday, so I made some sketches of them and Mhin based on the scene from Transformers One! For context, the idea is that Vere has gotten himself free and went on a rampage in the Senobium, slaughtering students and clerics alike, and destroying the labs and archives, along with all hope of finding cures for Mhin and Alon's respective curses. In the midst of the massacre, Vere finally made Mhin lose control of the monster within them and they have transformed into a crow monster hybrid. There is a brutal and bloody fight between them but Mhin has finally defeated Vere and is about to kill him, when Alon, their partner, stops them.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s over. He lost.”

“So did we! We lost everything because of him — I have to do this!”

“No, you don’t. Look at him, he's down. He's no longer a threat.”

“He needs to die! Can’t you see that?”

“This won’t cure either of us! Don't do this, Mhin. Don’t be the monster he says you are.”

…

“…You need to move out of my way. Before I move you myself.”

“Mhin—”

“MOVE!”

“Stop—!”

!!!

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“No…”

“No, no, no, you idiot! Why did you do that? Why?”

Your blood is on my hands now.

You’ve made it my fault.

You’ve made me into the monster…

All to save him.

“Partner…no…”

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“I'm done saving you.”

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[satoruxx]

the way i was staring at my screen when mc threw a whole ass cup at caleb and he just stood there after it shattered and said "did that help you calm down?" in the most relaxed voice ever..

[untitledrockstar-if]

THE MUGSHOT AS AN ALBUM COVER HELP WTF???? YOU AND THE ANONS WORKING TOGETHER TO BRING US SUCH GOOD FOOD like wtf MC is so iconic they deserve a check from the PR team for promoting tf out of that album with their drama

no, you're so right... make them their entire marketing team bc mc will get that album sold!!!

[nevvn]

A late birthday and thank you gift for @starry-miki!! I seriously can't thank you enough for everything that you did 🥺💙

[blank-house]

Hey! I was wondering if it was planned for the MC to have an appearance? In the sense of height, skin tone, hair length/texture, etc. So far, I haven't noticed any references to anything like that or choices that determine it, but I know a lot of visual novels sometimes rely on height to create more tension (Y'know, like some characters towering over others and that famous "let me help you with that!" When a character is too short to reach something) or hair combing/braiding to signify intimacy between characters.

If this has already been answered or I've missed something in the game, feel free to ignore this lol!

Noooope. We try to be mindful about not writing anything regarding MC’s appearance or physical features! For various reasons.

In fact, hair especially is something that we make sure NOT to incorporate or emphasize often considering that not everyone who plays this game has hair that people can run their fingers through/hair that can be ruffled/or even hair that can be seen.

So really, we try to be as ambiguous and unassuming as possible when it comes to the MC.