#small brain: they should be with dandelion

[kashuan]

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once again i am thinking about this video and the romance route that we were Robbed of

[cheeseceli]

It's a secret!

Pairing: Seo Changbin × Gn!reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, f2l

Prompt: "there used to be nights where you were a little bit drunk, baby. The stories I heard for the first time, I liked to see you being honest"

Warnings: reader is drunk, not proofread

A/n: all I got is like one of the best songs to ever exist| daily click

"I'm never letting you drink that much ever again."

You didn't respond. Changbin doubts you even heard him at all. With the amount of alcohol that was in your blood right now, he was surprised you even managed to stay awake this whole time.

"You're no fun..." You muttered under your breath as a delayed answer. He could tell you were using all of your energy to try to say actual words instead of nonsense "Changbin would let me drink."

He laughed at that. You were drunk drunk.

"Oh really?" He engaged in the small talk as he tried to hold you in one arm while he opened the door.

"Really. He always lets me have fun. You'd love him. Everybody loves him."

Changbin smiled to himself. Although this time you had drunk a little bit too much, it wasn't the first time he saw you in a similar situation. It mostly wasn't the first time he brought you home after you start to stumble over your words and get your vision blurry. Still, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to the things you say when you're in this state.

He should know better than to believe in your actions when there's more alcohol than recommended in your brain, especially when you never seem to remember what you tell him in the night prior, but it gives him hope. Maybe one day you'll bring yourself to confess to him once you're sober. Then he will believe in it all. For now, he focuses on opening your apartment's door.

"C'mon Y/n. You need to rest."

You followed him inside, trying your best although it wasn't much. Changbin wanted to put you in your bed, but you seemed satisfied enough with your living room as you threw yourself in the sofa.

"I do too."

Changbin kneeled in front of where you were, taking off your shoes quickly whilst you were resting "What?"

"I said everybody loves him. I do too." he looked at you surprised. It was the first time you talked to him, about him, like that "I think I love him differently though. Right?"

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to confirm or deny, considering that you were now humming to a song that probably didn't even exist. You admitted it all so casually that Changbin doubts he even heard it right.

"And how exactly do you love him?"

"Like the love songs he writes. Which is funny actually. I realised this when-" you hiccuped "when I was in the studio with him. Two years ago? Three years ago? No, I don't even know him for three years. Four years?"

And there you went, back to the casual nonsense. It was the first time he heard you tell this story. You seemed so honest that he truly wanted to believe in your words. Your eyes started to close, but there was a smile still latched in your lips. So that was your face when you were in love?

"But hey" you held his hand and turned your head in his direction, even though your eyes were still closed "Don't tell him that, okay? He wouldn't understand. At least I don't think he would."

"Alright" Changbin smiled softly at your sleeping figure. He wondered what your reaction would be if he told you that he writes love songs because of you "it's a secret."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: sweet night

Taglist (open): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

[keruimi]

Can I request a fluff??? Kenma tutoring the reader since the reader is bad at studies?? And later they confess and all?? Thank you!!

Infatuation or Love?

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Notes: I'm sorry if it took so long. I really know Kenma as an introvert so him agreeing on tutoring someone seems too impossible. But I thankfully manage, I just hope he is not that out of character. Hope you enjoy it!!

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I sigh in relief after hearing the school bell and was ready to take my console out of my pocket when the teacher called for me.

I stay still from my seat thinking what will we talk about knowing I didn't even do anything wrong this week.

I decided to finally stand up and walk to her desk and saw she was checking something in her grading sheet so I just stood in front so we wouldn't invade each other's space.

But this is nerve wracking.

"Sensei?" I called out in a whisper to alarm her of my presence.

"Kenma, I'm sorry for what I'm about to request" she started as I bit my lip a little to distract myself.

"I know that you are really busy especially if you are a regular in the volleyball team" she started as I nod in understanding but still thinking where our conversation is heading.

"But I need you to tutor someone"

It felt like my brain stopped functioning on her words.

I hope, I wish, if you don't mind.

It seems like those words are not in her vocabulary.

Do I even have a choice in this?

"Sensei, don't we have other students for that?" I mustered up the courage to question her as I tightly grip on my gaming console.

I need time for myself too. Lev is already a heavy problem I'm trying to unload from my life.

"They have declined"

"Then why can't I?" I almost slap my hand on my mouth when it let out the words that shouldn't be stated.

"Well I thought you would agree since you and Y/n seem to be close compared to the other students I gave this request to"

My ears pick that one name.

"Y/n?"

"Yes Kenma" she answered.

"Game"

"Come again?" The teacher exclaims in puzzlement as I tried to supressed the growing blush on my cheeks.

That came out loud than what I intended.

"I mean I don't mind, Sensei" I murmur that lifted a small smile from the teacher in front of me.

"Alright then, here's her contacts. Both of you should talk about your schedules so you know when you will have tutor sessions"

She handed me a card before I bid my goodbyes and immediately went to the volleyball boy's changing room.

I peek inside and saw that everyone seems to be already in the gym so I changed to my practice clothes.

I took my phone and typed her number.

It took me a lot of courage to even send a greeting and need to double check my spelling so I won't look stupid.

I hope this is the 'Y/n' I knew well due to Kuroo's constant nagging.

I quickly turn off my phone when I click the send button and just started walking to the gym, trying to calm my heart down.

Kenma, this is not you.

I remind myself when I start to notice I'm getting work up in this set up.

"Kenma! You're late!" I heard Kuroo immediately as I took a deep breath because I can really feel my racing heart.

I am not even sure if it was really her.

"Hey you ok? You look lost?" Kuroo ask as he stop in front me so I just walk past him and just start warming up.

"You look red, did you run on your way here?"

"Shut up"

"I'm just asking! Who knows you might be experiencing heat stroke right now"

I just ignore his nagging and just let the time pass by but I can't deny that my mind was in the phone.

Silently yearning that she would message me back.

Just because of one tutor, I had the chance to spend time with her.

"Kenma right?" My ears perk up when I hear her soft voice amidst the crowded hallway of the school.

I glanced up from my gaming console and saw the girl I started to secretly admire out of nowhere.

I just know I liked her when my heartbeat went faster and felt my face turn warm.

This infatuation just decided to target me right now.

"You're the one I'm going to tutor, correct?" I ask in a whisper as she hums in agreement.

I started to walk towards the library and felt her follow me.

My nerves started to get more out of control from the silence between the two of us until we finally managed to take a seat in the school's library.

"Where do you want to start?" I decided to break the silence and hid my gaming console to focus but I can't deny how my hands tremble under the table.

I really don't like socialising.

I only agree because it was her. Seems like I screwed myself up.

But thinking of the bright side, I prefer here than the gym where I won't even have enough rest unlike here where I bask in the cool and calming surroundings of the library without anyone annoying me.

Extra credits because of her presence.

"Wherever you want to start with" she answered in a whisper and my heart seems to calm down.

Is she also shy?

I mean, I only see her in every match we play, except when it's outside of tokyo.

That's why she always catches my attention until it turns into infatuation.

Now I need to suffer with the quick heartbeats every time I hear her name.

I shook my head to remove the thoughts that keep distracting me as I put my bag down to the floor.

"Alright then, we'll start with the easiest"

I need to take the lead which I have never done my whole life but this is a girl I'm talking about.

A shy one to say the least so since I need to teach her, I need to take the lead no matter how much I hate it.

As long as it was her.

Yet those moments where I need to push myself out of the bubble, will be one of the memories I would be honor to remember.

Because our relationship started to progress until we finally become comfortable in each other's presence.

She became a part of my routine and in exchange of fighting against my anxiety, I get to know more about who she is.

The reason why her grades started to fail was because she was also a working student. She can't balance school requirements and her work.

But she is not that really hard to teach. I think I only need to repeat myself twice and she will understand the lesson we are tackling.

And right now, three weeks after this tutoring session, I'm starting to have the urge to just lean on her shoulder and rest because I'm really starting to get comfortable in her presence.

It feels like I don't even want this to end.

"Kenma, I finished it" I heard her beside me as I finished the round I started playing like 10 minutes ago as I stopped leaning on the chair to check the worksheet I gave her.

Is this still infatuation when I'm starting to put efforts for her own good?

I slid the paper in front of her as I leaned towards her so I can point out where she went wrong in the third equation.

"In this part, you need to use the exact value. The only thing you're going to estimate is the final answer. Alright?"

I heard her hum as I finally had the urge to look at her and saw her focus was already on me.

It felt like my world stopped at that moment.

I saw how her face started to turn a little red until a notification sound caught my attention that made me break our eye contact.

I immediately turned away my face from her to hide the obvious blush appearing on my cheeks.

I was really falling in love that time.

And the obvious glances as the time passed by started to get to me.

"Kenma?" I heard her call for my name after I finished a practice match that brought the focus of my teammates on me.

"Oh, you're here" I muttered before I permitted myself to leave while drying the sweat from my neck using my towel.

"What brought you here?"

I finally glanced at her and saw she was holding a small box. I also noticed her shifting her feet from time to time and I unknowingly smiled.

"Sensei said that my grades are already good. So you won't need to tutor me anymore"

She mumbled as I nod but I can't help the sadness I felt in my chest and I out my mouth in a firm line to avoid saying something I shouldn't.

"Is that so?" I lost my words as my mind blank knowing it might be our last before we become strangers again.

"Yes, so as a little gift for keeping up with me. I made you an apple pie"

"Apple pie?" She nod when I repeated her words before she handed me the pastry.

"I've heard from your teammates that Apple Pie is your favorite" I didn't fail to notice the small blush forming on her cheeks that really confirms to me that this feeling of mine is not one-sided.

"Thank you Y/n. It was nice being with you" I exclaimed as I took her gift from her.

"Would you mind prolonging our time more?" I suggested and she immediately lifted her head up in delight.

"Are you sure?" She asked as I nod.

I saw her clasping her hands together as she seems to think whether to let out the words she is thinking or just let it be.

"I like you, Y/n"

I admitted it first so it won't be more difficult for her and I saw how her eyes met mine.

"That's why I ask you if you would like to prolong our time longer" I can't prevent myself from lifting a small smile.

And out of nowhere, I felt her own body on mine as I raised the box so she won't crush it.

"I like you too, Kenma. I really do"

Can I still call this infatuation?

When I'm starting to fall in love

[teecupangel]

Ok so I have had an idea. This is a bit of reference to the ratatouille au continuation of Desmond being able to hear us in the animus servers. So picture this, after a while of us talking to Desmond checking up on him and the others. Someone the group chat somehow makes a mod that gives the players (us) avatars to pilot in the servers for a short amount of time, but instead of the bodies being human they're just random animals from mise to crows to hawks and eagles. So here kinda how I think this would go. So all the ancestors are asleep or resting in the servers, meanwhile the person who made the mod adds it into the server and there's a bit of commotion as the person tells everyone else, and so the players get to work making the avatars. Then morning comes around, Desmond and the others wake up and see this excessive about of rodents just gathered around everyone. After a moment of panic and shock for our dear assassins and templars they come to find out that now the voices "inside" Desmond's head are now here ready to try And cause some havack.

Oh don't forget to drink water and eat something l. I hope you have a great day/night

Thank you, nonny! I hope you're having a great day/night too! (And yeah, I'll be eating my dinner after this hahahaha) The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while ‘playing’, its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us and the outside POV of Al Mualim thinking the Apple broke Altaïr and the sidestory of Altaïr accidentally connecting with Ezio while looking for Desmond

Here’s the horror-esque version of this AU for this interested in that kind of setup.

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Alright, confession time. When I was writing for the voices, my brain immediately to the ‘chat windows’ that popped up in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and in The Perks Of Being An S Class Heroine.

Then I thought, you know what would be funny? If it was like an actual chatbox with our preferred avatar kinda like this:

To make this stranger, all the avatar are like stock photos of animals and plants. This way, when their avatar finally comes to form, Desmond will be surrounded by various animals.

What happens to the ones who chose plant avatars?

My initial idea was that they would be floating plants like a leaf or a flower just floating in the air.

But then I realized…

We’re crazy enough to band together and create a ‘strange’ unique flower crown to put on Desmond’s head.

The ones that transformed into animals would go “That’s not fair! Why do you guys get to be that close to Desmond?!”

“Plant ftw, bitches!!!” A dandelion of all things would shout out, accidentally blowing itself up and floating away from Desmond, “Fuck!”

A second passed and the dandelion glitches out of existence.

Only to glitch back into the (technically floating) flower crown on Desmond’s head.

“Hey, guys, did you know it cost 1000 Helix to respawn? Fucking Ubi████.”

For those who don’t care about Ubisoft’s monetization scams (as you should), 1000 Helix is more or less $10 and they don’t sell 1000 Helix, they sell the small pack for $9.99 and it gives 1050 Helix. For reference, AC Valhalla’s complete sets (full armor + 2 weapons + mount and raven skin) usually cost around 1500 Helix.

So yeah… even though the ‘players’ have spawned in Desmond’s world, they are still haunted by monetization. (This does mean Desmond has gotten himself an immortal army of plants and animals)

[jay-arts-t]

Sometimes I just like to think about what it could've been if Geralt had gotten Ciri right after Pavetta and Duny died. If Calanthe was so weighed down by grief she realizes she can't take care of Ciri. So she orders Moussack to go find Geralt to collect Ciri. Imagining Geralt in a random tavern somewhere in Temeria, slowly making his way up to Kaer Morhen for the winter as autumn is approaching. Him having a gut feeling he should head up early, he thinks it's because something is wrong with Vesemir so he's anxious to make it through. But Roach needs to rest and well, it wouldn't hurt to get some extra supplies for the winter. Certainly wouldn't hurt to get some extra booze so he has relief from Lambert's grating voice on his ears. Besides, he and Eskel can stay up late and drink to their hearts content up in his room like they used to sneak around when they were teens.

Then out of the blue he sees Moussack, and dread fills his entire body. He doesn't keep up with news outside of what Dandelion tells him. So when Moussack is telling him Calanthe is summoning him he's thinking "oh fuck, she's changed her mind and is going to execute me."

But Moussack reassures him he's not going to be harmed. Calanthe is asking for him because of his child surprise. And now Geralt is really worried. What happened to them? Are they okay? Are they hurt? Did they die? They're only a few months old, there's so much that could've gone wrong. So he agrees to go with Moussack.

Calanthe looks a mess when Geralt sees her. Eist is by her side as always, trying to comfort her. Pavetta and Duny are nowhere in sight and it's making Geralt extremely antsy. Calanthe tells him the news, her voice is hoarse from all the crying she's been doing. Geralt sympathizes with them, gives them his condolences. And then that's when he realizes "oh. OH. OH NO". Sure enough Calanthe tells him she can't take care of herself, how could she care for a baby. Geralt refutes telling her "they're your grandchild, I don't want to rip them away-" and Calanthe tells him then it's a girl. And for a split second his brain gives the helpful thought of "oh I have a daughter" and Geralt is having an internal meltdown right there in the throne room. But he can't refuse. His entire basis for not coming back and claiming her is because she has a family who cares about her. But now that family is saying that they can't care for her, not because they don't love her, but because they do. So Geralt agrees to take her.

The first time he meets her he is entirely captivated by how small and precious she is. The moment he holds her he feels overwhelmed with such a fierce protectiveness and he can't help but absolutely adore her. He is trying so hard to stay stoic and unemotional but the moment he's alone with Ciri back in that old tavern he'd been at he just holds her and smiles. If he'd been a normal man, he probably would've burst into tears by how happy he was. (he did later once she got settled into Kaer Morhen, when he and Eskel did end up drinking up in his room. They're talking about the usual things, and then he looked over to her in her makeshift crib and just started bawling. Eskel freaks out and asks him what's wrong and he replies "I just love her so much."... Yes Eskel teared up.)

Then he has to go through the lovely moments of "how the fuck do you raise a baby" which Vesemir watches with so much amusement. Geralt raided most of Kaer Morhen's library and Nenneke's office for books about parenting. (Kaer Morhen has none, unsurprisingly.) He eventually asks Eskel to go to Oxenfurt and grab Dandelion and any books about parenting, childhood development, psychology and women's health he can find. (He is DREADING eventually having The Talk with Ciri but he won't be unprepared.) Dandelion is completely awestruck with Kaer Morhen of course however, nothing shocks him more than seeing Geralt looking bone tired with a 5 month old baby wailing in his arms, trying to soothe her.

"uh... What ya got there, Geralt?"

"H e l p."

Where's Yennefer? What about Yennefer?? Geralt is hesitant at first to even tell Yennefer he has a kid. But she sends him a letter one day, asking him where he is now that it's coming up on spring. (Ciri's first bday!!! Yay!!!! Also oh gods planning a birthday?!?!?!?? That's a thing??????) So he does tell her, and she understandably to her character demands to see this child surprise. So again, sends Eskel on out (pls Geralt, he's your childhood best friend, not your errand boy.) to go get Yennefer. Yennefer storms through the main hall, not even acknowledging Lambert and Vesemir, and right up to Geralt. How did she manage to find her way through the halls without ever being there before? Geralt doesn't know and he's scared by it. Yennefer spots Ciri, who's doing her tummy time. To which she's very fussy about and gives the nastiest glares an almost 1 year old can to her father. Yennefer is absolutely gobsmacked that Geralt was being genuine. She points to Ciri, then to Geralt, then back to Ciri, to Geralt.

"YOU?????? HOW????"

"I'm really bad at making jokes."

Yennefer adores Ciri, but Ciri is a little skeptical of her. Who is this strange woman????? Where is her dad?????? Where's her other dad (Dandelion)???? How dare she smell nice and be warm???? Ugh as if she'd let her feed her!!! No way! Yennefer is always completely drenched with baby food whenever she attempts to feed Ciri. Geralt tries so hard not to laugh at her. Ciri is absolutely seething by the end of it and is only contained when Geralt picks her up and holds her securely. Then it's like little devil Ciri never existed, she's all smiles and babbling happily to her dad. Yennefer gets really disheartened over it. Late at night she ends up crying over it, thinking it wouldn't matter if she was able to have kids or not; Ciri proves she'd be a horrible mother anyway. Geralt doesn't know what to say at first, but he knows it's not true. Yennefer is trying her best, it's just that Ciri is really fussy. She even fusses sometimes when Dandelion holds her. He tries to comfort Yen, and ends up deciding the best thing to do is hold her and tell her that she's doing amazing. He doesn't think she believes him because she's still got a very somber look on her face the next day. She becomes reluctant to take up care of Ciri because of the incident. Well about after the third day of this Ciri gets fussy again. Geralt is taking a well deserved nap day. He's back in his room snoozing away. Yennefer and Dandelion are with Ciri in the library, one of the warmest places in the keep. Dandelion wipes his hands of the ink that stains them and picks her up and checks if she's soiled. She isn't, so he asks if she's hungry. She thrashes around in his hold and turns in search of Yennefer and starts grabbing towards her. So Dandelion hands her over to Yen. The moment Ciri's resting against Yennefer she settles down.

"huh, guess she just wanted her mommy." Dandelion comments and Yennefer starts crying. (Dandelion's face morphed from aww to OH FUCK)

The bigger Ciri gets the more rambunctious and energetic. Geralt couldn't be prouder that they're all raising her to be genuine to herself and that they've broken the generational trauma. Vesemir pats Geralt on the shoulder one day and tells him "I'm proud of you, Wolf" and damn, if that doesn't make him want to cry. He doesn't of course, only meeting Ciri made him cry from joy. And oh how she gives Lambert a run for his money. It's hilarious to see a 60-something year old argue with a 4 year old. They get into the most stupid arguments too. "blue is better than red!" Or "I'm taller than you" which is the most absurd because it's always Ciri who starts it. Geralt thinks it's because Lambert is the shortest besides Vesemir. But Vesemir has only become short due to his old age, and Ciri already gives him a hard time for that. ("Why are you so fat and old? Aren't you a Witcher like Daddy?" She said once and Vesemir just paused and looked at her like "why would you say that to me". She burst into a giggle fit at his crushed expression.)

The argument will always, without fail, go:

C: I'm taller than you.

L: no you're not? I'm 5'11!

C: well I'm 8 feet tall!!!!

L: more like 2 feet tall!

C: NO! SEE

Then she'll stand on the chair so she towers over Lambert.

L: fine well I'm older.

C: no??? My birthday is first

L: NO ITS NOT?

C: YEAH IT IS

L: NO APRIL IS BEFORE MAY. AND IM 67, YOU'RE 4

C: uhhhhh I hate to break it to you, but no you're not. You've been lied to your whole life.

L: W H AT WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE????

C: uhmmmmm god.

Then when Coën finally meets one of the Wolves and comes up to Kaer Morhen he's shocked to see someone so young. At the time Ciri was around 7. She calls him ugly and walks away to the stables. Coën is just left flabbergasted while Lambert and Eskel are laughing their asses off. Geralt apologizes to him, while trying to hold in his laughter. Coën becomes like an older brother to Ciri, and he gets on her good side by helping her prank Lambert.

When Ciri hits 12 she does get her period, and Geralt is like "OH GOD OH FUCK HOW DO I TALK TO HER ABOUT THIS I DONT WANT TO MAKE IT-" and Yennefer walks into the room and goes "I told her, we're good."

Then comes the "boy talk" Where Ciri brought up that a character in a romance book was attractive and Geralt went into "No one is good enough for my baby girl" dad mode and brashly announced "you're not allowed to date boys until you're 21."

Yennefer slaps him on the arm and Ciri looks at him almost offended.

"jokes on you I don't even know if I LIKE boys. Maybe I just like this character's personality." She replies sassily. Geralt cannot argue with that logic. (And yes 2 months later, she goes on a day trip with Yen and talks to a girl her age. She comes back and Geralt asks her how it went and she says "I definitely like girls." And walks up to her room to take a nap. Geralt celebrates as soon as she leaves "YES!!! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SOME BRUTE MESSING WITH MY DAUGHTER FUCK YEAH" Yennefer reminds him that some women are just as bad and he crumples to the floor in agony. Now he has to worry about brutish women hurting his daughter.)

Essentially, I just love that Geralt has a daughter, and that he's so proud of her and loves her so much. Their relationship is just so 🥹❤️ I adore them.

[throwaway-yandere]

Posteriori (Yandere Idol!Shikanoin Heizou/Reader)

Alice's note, mother of Klee: Hello, dandelion anon! Mister Shikanoin is quite a smart one– can't say he's always cooperative buuuut he's interesting. I'm sure he wouldn't bother you too much! I don't think he's the type to play around with his subordinates, haha! Anyways, welcome, first recruit!!!

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You’ll never trust Alice, mother of Klee, founder of TEYVAT Productions, ever again.

Shikanoin Heizou thinks his mind functions only according to Descartes' System, which is divided into two parts: deduction and intuition. For his entire life, those two factors have never let him down. He correctly inferred that someone with his extensive criminology knowledge would function effectively as a private investigator or detective. The majority of the time, his estimates were accurate, and his fellow college students would sacrifice everything to borrow his brain for a day.

But his intuition states that this was not his destined path.

When he decided to audition to join the newly renamed "5WIRL" as its fifth member, several of his coworkers were startled. Everyone concerned went above and beyond to persuade him to go back to his studies, but he was undeterred. Heizou understands their dismay and is aware that seeing him change careers was like watching a kid forgetting their homework to play their brand-new game.

But if he is simply going to ignore intuition, what use is it to adhere to Descartes' System?

"My name is Shikanoin Heizou. I think, therefore I am" that was how he introduced himself to you.

Admittedly, your first words were not as grand.

"Come again?"

Heizou, in Thoma's words, "is not the easiest to get along with." He was Rene Descartes and you were his John Locke– the ex-detective couldn't phantom having you as his Pierre de Fermat. You have to experience something first before you gain expert knowledge of it. When you asked for more training, Heizou labeled you an a posteriori. Unlike Mister One-Take-Shikanoin here, not everyone can perfect routines on the first day. And most unfortunately not everyone has innate knowledge; some people start from scratch. And on their first day of work, some very unfortunate individuals were given Heizou's character sheet that had scarcely been answered.

Did you say "individuals"? sorry. The noun should be singular. By "an unfortunate individual", you were referring to yourself.

You're under contract for the next 5 years.

In a draw, this would be the misfortune slip. Not good enough to be good fortune, but not too terrible to be great misfortune– IF and only IF Heizou decides not to be a free-spirited prick. If he woke up one day and became an absolute menace, you would beg Itto's producer to switch idols instead. Sadly, your coworkers find solace in the fact that you are their "senior" and that you want them to feel secure because you are the first hire. They'll feel discouraged too if you let them know that you can't handle this assignment.

Some things are borne from chance or "coincidences", and if you were Pierre de Fermat or Blaise Pascal, you would've identified a clear answer as to how fate played you like a fiddle.

Based on the Law of Opinion, Heizou should at least be disliked by almost everyone. He shows up at business meetings late and on a whim before leaving when he wants to. This "detective" glues sticky notes wherever he wants and refuses to elaborate when confronted about his paperwork (which is, mind you, his progress is as barren as his attention span.) You pride yourself on the ability to read the room and empathize with others– Shikanoin is an outlier. An unplanned outlier. 

Thankfully, you like to clean up every once in a while.

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"Hey dandelion, it's time to hit the hay!" Heizou crept behind you with a small smile on his face. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Want to join me for dinner, alone? I found a place that sells deep-fried pork and I want YOU to be the first person I take there."

You sheepishly eyed the mess his group forgot the cleanup. The rest of the staff looked weary but did not utter a complaint. It wouldn't be good to leave them here.

You're so hungry. But you cannot in good conscience let your friends work overtime just because Heizou tinkered with some props.

"... I'll take a raincheck on that."

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You'd think that all of those things would be enough to warrant some animosity, but no, Mister Shikanoin is a welcomed new member of 4nemo (now 5wirl). There are even times when you find yourself doting on him. Heizou appeared to be the final component of the puzzle, waiting for the most opportune moment to fit in.  He assumed Aether's previous role and put into practice absurd concepts that nobody anticipated can be presented in an idol format. Court-themed performances? Murder mystery ARGs? You were amazed that he had won their hearts so readily and you didn't know he was capable of writing such a heartbreaking narrative about a fraud friend. As his producer, you were thrilled by how his "personal jury" praised him for his wit and charisma, but more importantly–

Who knew Heizou was so good at dancing?

After seeing the bigger picture, it made sense as to why the original members were inclined to add him in. He had a similar aura to the rest of the group while bringing more to the table. Heizou managed to mix his knowledge of martial arts and criminology with an idol's art form, and it's applaudable. 

... Come to think of it, his debut felt like yours as well. 

Not because you were moved by his joy and victorious performance– hard no. It's because, after the final song on the track list, he pulled you in front of the crowd and publicly (humiliated–) thanked you for being his assistant. 

In front of 100k people. 

And this cheeky jerk was grinning like he didn't know those normal people couldn't handle being seen by a massive audience.

"This is my beloved personal assistant, (Y/n)!!! Clap for them as well!!!" Heizou winked at the crowd. "My debut wouldn't be possible without them!!!"

"Aren't they dreamy?!"

And, as Arataki Itto would say, "and the crowd went WIIIIIILLLDDD!!!"

Oh, dear... You think you might faint.

…

…

…

"Phew…"

You were positively sweaty.

Nothing else mattered as your body slumped like a sack of potatoes onto the plush double bed of the 5wirl employee tour bus. Kazuha's producer humbly informed you that the more you travel, the more tolerable this nearly unbearable exhaustion gets. You believed them since Kazuha is renowned for being a quote-unquote "wandering samurai" and they had to go through multiple states to help him find some inspiration.  It feels odd that you're now taking their counsel when you're normally the one giving it to them.  If only you can take your own advice about taking things one step at a time. You can't, though. You were immediately strapped on an emotional rollercoaster of a life.

You barely lifted your arms from the bed and crawled for your phone. There was still a schedule you needed an alarm for, but you mostly took it to look at some cat pictures. Once you took it, however, it made you wish you just slept with abandon.

Everything you've done in your life has led you to this moment. And thankfully those experiences helped you develop thick skin cause goodness gracious–

"What is this?"

There were already multiple edits of Heizou– no surprise there– but it rarely had him as a solo performer.

It seems as though you two are the most iconic matching pair.

You closed your eyes. There are about a million expletives you wanted to scream– but your eyelids are barely keeping up. You yawned as you gently threw your phone away. 

Maybe you didn't realize it– maybe you did but you were too fatigued– but you're already entrapped in Mister Shikanoin's web. This was just the start– a little snowball to whatever he had in mind.

Because from then on, the world perceived you as Shikanoin Heizou's partner-in-crime and his alone.

Ansytea: THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE YANDERE!IDOL EVENT, DANDELION ANON <33

[drowninginblox]

Reminders

A group of drabbles that I wrote on a whim. Enjoy!

It's been some time since Tubbo last saw the morning crew altogether. It wasn't something he lingered on, he had plenty of machines to distract himself with. Yet every so often, the thought would seep in between the brief spaces between his geers. Lingering laughter intermixed fragments of English and Portuguese. The smell of coffee and oil intermixed with wine, dandelions, and sweat. Sometimes he would space out mid-experiment only to be taken out with the howls of his business partner or the reminder of his ever-sleeping daughter.

Forexample, just earlier today, as the young satyr was reading himself for the day, he passed a loose calendar on his way to the coffee pot. Most of the time Tubbo would pay it no mind. However, a day was circled in pink marker- marking the day as one sunny made sure to remember in the case Tubbo did, which he is always one to do. Ceasing his trip mid-step, he lingered on the brief note longer than he should.

"Fit's Arm"

A few charges in his brain fire, a smile, small and tired, slowly creeps onto his face. He didn't get to ask Fit about his arm. It must've slipped by with a myriad of things Tubbo's sure to have missed throughout his life. But, with this newfound vigor, he can't help but chuckle. Maybe later today he'll stop by Fit's place. Pac's too if he can't find the Florida man. A laugh follows as he gets back to his journey to the coffee pot at the realization that he'd give up an arm and a leg for his morning crew

------

Phil wasn't that worried when he saw his children still in bed. He made sure to check their temperatures, to which both were fine, and sighed when nothing changed after three days. This isn't anything new to Phil, Chyanne and Tallulah on separate occasions have had their bouts of long rests. Yet when Bagi and Tina reported that the other eggs were the same, Phil could only fear the worst. It was one thing for the Ender King to go after him, that's fine. But children? This was a new low.

Even though he was a vessel of the gods, he could only do so much when it came to their rights. So in solidarity, he lit some incense, burned a few roses, and prayed that his anxieties weren't reality. In the meantime, making medicine for the eggs when they were lucid enough to take some.

It's been weeks now, and nothing has changed. Phil was sitting on the fishing perch with a fresh cup of green tea in his hands, contemplating the horizon for the twelfth time that week. His eyes and throat stung and exhaustion was on the cusp of his soul. Yet he remained. "Darling, please," A voice he only heard in his dreams coaxed. One that was sweat like honey and dark as night. "You know I won't go down easily love," He relented. A shared sigh followed as a light touch made contact with his shoulder. "I know."

He turns his head. A form he knew too well greets him, veiled from the sun and other's gaze. "It's been too long." She admits. Phil smiles before glancing at the door. Eyes do wide with panic. "Please don't tell me you're here for-" She puts her other hand on his other shoulder, holding him together. "No." Her hat moves with her shaking head. "No. I am here strictly for personal reasons. I have no business here, I promise you." A breath he didn't know he was holding almost took the man's soul. "Thank the gods," She slaps his shoulder. "I would never do that to you, you know that!"

"I know you wouldn't! It's just, others... have come here. 'Sinked their claim into my family, Kristen." She sighs. A tear slips though the warrior's gaze. "I'm so sorry my love." A hand holds his face as the cracks slowly grow in his guard. Who knew the reaper mourned the living?

------

The movement of his weapon carried Pac through his nights. With thoughts of his beloved haunting him in his dreams only to take up to see his sons trapped in their haze of sickness, the only thing that seemed to get him through these restless nights was monster slaying. Something about it was so cathartic. The repetitive swing of an axe, scythe, or sword and the groans of pain of those he vanquished. In a way, it was a great form of exertion. One that made his mind blur into itself while his body acted on sharpened instinct after a year of hostility.

While he replayed a conversation with Ramon in his head, he was taking out half a dozen zombies at a time. Hoards of them have turned into a nuisance more than a lingering fear. "Oi!" The break through the groans snaps Pac out of his haze, his body turning to the noise. Mike stands on a nearby hill, waving something bright in his hands. A surge of pain trails up Pac's arm, redirecting himself on the annoyance at hand.

It doesn't take him too long to clean up the group but the clearer Mike's voice became, the faster the exhaustion laced itself through his muscles. Before he knew it the grip he had on his sword gave. He could hear Mike clearly now but the words were nothing more than white noise as his knees gave into the gravity of the situation Pac put himself in.

Mike was there to catch him before he hit the ground. Concern and panic flooded his mind as he pulled out his warp stone. "Sinto muito, meu amigo. Eu deveria ter ajudado você" he mumbled through the echo of the contraption. Within moments they were at Pac's house. The sun was rising over the savannah as Mike carried his friend inside. "Há quanto tempo você é assim?" Silence was what he expected, but from Pac's position over his shoulders, he could hear the mumbling "Fitch... Why, Por que você teve que sair?" He looked down. He and Pac had been through hell together, but he knew Pac would hate to see him like this. So instead he tried to look for the secret warp to his basement and bit his lip to shush himself. The ass beating he had in store for FitMC- *"I'm so sorry my friend. I should have been there for you." .... "How long have you been like this?" *"Why did you have to leave?"

Eventually, he found it, teleporting him and his semi-conscious brother to his bedroom. "Pac, faça-me um favor e vá dormir, porra." He ordered, tossing the smaller onto his bed. A groan was all he needed to hear. "Não dou a mínima para o fato de você estar triste, você está cansado. E eu só consigo lidar com uma emoção de cada vez no momento." He waited a moment for any bitebacks but he was relieved to be met with obnoxious but believable snores. *"Pac, do me a favor and go to fucking sleep." ... "I don't give a shit that your sad, you're tired. And I can only handle one emotion at a time right now."

Whether it be out of paranoia or satisfaction, he lingers for what he hoped was only a few minutes. Eventually, he vacated the basement upstairs. There he put on a kettle to brew some tea. From there he would take the rest of the day to pick up after Pac as he slept for the first time in who knew how long. It wasn't a lot, at least to Mike but it was a good start for an overdue apology.

[artisticmenace]

one of scott's therapy sessions, which is during his thirties after his dad dies. (ocposting again)

tw: suicide, homophobia, attempted murder(kind of), fighting, mention of being in the hospital(but he doesnt talk about it past saying it), therapy(?), his therapist is nosy and kind of annoying

"Hello, Scott. How are you feeling today?"

"Pretty damn awful. The pinto broke down yesterday, poor thing. First time in all these years, though. Can't complain too much."

"Mm. So Rachael's picking you up today?"

"Yup. Speakin' of which. I got some news."

"Yes?"

"Rachael is, uh... She's not a woman. She's my, well, she's not even really my husband. Can't get married and whatever. His name is Rodney. We got illegally married in the woods at twenty-six. Love of my life since I was seventeen."

"That makes a lot of sense, Scott."

"So, ya just don't care?"

"There was a small part of me that wondered. There aren't many women working in lumber yards. Or carrying their husbands to bed. Or a lot of things."

"Well... who knows? Rachael coulda been some body builder lady."

"That wouldn't've helped your case either."

"You psychologists ain't supposed to be judgin' books."

"Well, I didn't act like I had any impressions now, did I?"

"You rotten lady."

"Hahaha. Can I meet him?"

"Well, yeah. He's pickin' me up in his little truck."

"I'd be glad. Now, do we want to pick up on what we discussed last time?"

"Alright."

"You started talking about a... Leroy Coffman?"

"Yep. We were just the best of friends in grade school. I was a good little catholic boy who said his prayers every night and all that. Then I got with my first girlfriend, who I told you about. That all changed and whatever. We'd poke each other with knives and laugh about it and shit."

"He told me one day that he loved me. He said he hoped I didn't mind. That he thought I was beautiful and all that... I told everybody. Anyone I came across. Meanest, nastiest thing I've ever done. Ruined everything for him. They called him names and all that jazz."

"Still remember our first real fight. He pushed me into the dirt and told me he hated me and hated that he ever loved me. I still feel awful about all that."

"When I was twenty-six -yes, the same year I got- well, didn't get married- he got out of jail. He came to the gas station I worked at and told me the date, time, and place he planned to beat the shit out of me. He was gonna kill me. I know he was. But I also knew that he knew how, precisely, to do it, and he didn't. He let me live."

"The last thing he told me was that he had loved me all this time and still didn't know why. And he hoped I'd remember him. And right before I blacked out from getting smacked with my own bat again, he blew his own brains out."

"And then later after the hospital and everything, I found a note he had left taped to my bat. And it said that he left me alive because he wanted me and Rodney to be happy."

"And I don't know how I feel about that. I never had feelings for him. I ruined his life. I wish things could've been different."

"I would feel the same way. None of that could have been easy."

"Yep... I dunno. Rodney should be here any minute."

"Mhm, well, when do you want to see me next?"

"Well, never again, but Thursday works."

"You don't like me very much do you?"

"I'll be honest, I don't. You're young and ya know more than me."

"At least you're honest, Scott."

"Actually, we've both been pretty good liars so far, Danielle."

"Haha."

(knock! knock! knock!)

"Come on in. Oh! You must be Mr. 'Rachael'."

"Heh... I guess he told ya, then?"

"I sure did, Dandelion."

"I wanted to talk to you, er-"

"-Rodney."

"If Scott wouldn't mind stepping out?"

"Alright."

(creeeeak... creeeaaakk... click.)

(pause)

"So, I wanted an inside look at him. How does he act at home?"

"Well, he’s still grumpy. You kinda make him sound like some troubled kid at school, haha."

"Haha, yeah. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that he's very straightforward. It's almost more concerning than what he actually says. Even after a few years."

"Oh, he's been like that. His dad's the same way. You must be used to the city folk. Out in Nebula, that's all you get."

"Hm."

"He’s all he is. He's rarely any more than that. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he should cry. I used to think he was somethin' bigger than himself. Sadder than he seemed. Which was true. But everyone is."

"Huh."

"But he's pretty honest these days about who he is. He doesn't try to show off anymore. We're both gettin' old."

"Well, that's... unexpected."

"You're unexpected too. Real nosy. I see why Scott doesn't like ya too well."

"Well, that's my job, practically."

"Yeah, yeah. Well. That's just about it. He's as lovey-dovey as ever. Doesn't bother to hide it, either."

"Alright, well, I'll see him again on Thursday."

"Okay, bye now."

"Bye..."

[fukingyolo13]

Sink or Swim

This is my first fanfic and I thought this would be a fun one. (BTW Jesse is female in this so I will be using she/her pronouns)

Warning: Angst, fluff, and some inappropriate language

After defeating the wither storm, Jesse's gang finally got some down time and able to grieve. Jesse still felt guilty of Reuben's death, so she decided to go to the forest and pick flowers for a little tribute to him and Ellegaard.

While in the forest Jesse found a couple of poppies, and a dandelion which she was debating on wither or not to give to Lukas. She started to have a crush on the boy when her and Axel got back from Boom Town with Magnes. Saving from a creeper when we were walking to the base. He even rebuilt the entrance with Olivia.

While picking the last few poppies in the area it started to rain. Jesse thought it would be a good idea to get back home to build the tribute. When she got back Beacontown she noticed that Lukas and Aiden were talking and having drinks at this small bar. Jesse made a mental note to try and build up the courage later to talk to him and give him the flower.

Finishing up with the tribute, Jesse tried to encourage herself to go talk to Lukas. He was so nice and saved her a few times while in their adventure together so it could be very easy to talk to him. Peking outside it was still raining, but she did get a small glimpse of a blonde-haired boy, which made her grin. Slowly heading towards where she saw Lukas and Aiden in the bar, but she stopped when she heard what they were saying.

"Dude, don't get me wrong and all but you are really planning on stay with those losers after one adventure with them." Aiden seemed confused and upset by hearing from the tone of his voice, but he looked like he was about to burst out laughing instead. "Because you don't think their leader is strong enough physically and mentally?"

"Hey, I just want to keep them safe. I don't want them thinking their big shoots and getting hurt". He said almost like he was trying to explain himself. Which Jesse understood what he was saying, but it what was said next that made her heart sink. "I love her and all, but Jesse is too weak to be the New Order of the Stone's leader."

Right after those words left his mouth, he regrated it all. Seeing the sadness on her face felt like a punch in the gut to him. He didn't know how much she heard but he knew that she heard the last thing he said.

Jesse booked it out of there and ran as fast as she could. Hearing both Lukas and Aiden call for her, she didn't care, her pride and confidence was shattered when she saw the look of pity on Lukas's face when he saw her. She ran all the way into the treasure room and just cried.

The funny thing was that Petra finally even convinced her that Lukas should go on some adventures with them soon. Axel who didn't really like the guy when we just know him as one of the Ocelots. When they got to at least know each other more he actually started to find him enjoyable to be around. Olivia even liked how smart he was.

It was hard though because she never thought she was strong enough too. She hated herself for not being able to save Reuben and Ellegaard. It killed her when the people of the town started to call her a hero, but she just felt like a failure. It was already hard enough to put on a fake smile and say that she was fine, but it hurt even more that the person she had a crush on felt the same about her.

She sat in the treasure room silently crying when she started to hear yelling from the other side of the closed door.

"What the hell do you mean you're not going to let us in?" Not voice was odiously Lukas, but she couldn't tell who the other two were. Jesse stood up quickly started to look for a place to hide in case he does get in.

"Like I said blonde, I'm not letting you in because you made her cry. If you can't get that through your thick skull you might need to get that checked out." Ivor laughed at him like he had no brain cells. "And Petra are you really thinking that he has the right to see her after what he did?"

Ivor was protecting her was the only thing she was thinking about. WHY? It didn't make sense to Jesse that he would do this just for no reason. Maybe it was because he wanted her to trust him more, or for her to get him some powerful treasure after this. Just possibly he could just be doing this because they're friends, That's the one she is hoping for.

While sitting there hearing all their bickering Jesse just to go home and sleep. She got up and walked towards the door so tired from all the crying and opened it to see the three all have swords out almost about to fight. Jesse just didn't care anymore and walked past all of them to go outside. All three of them looked flabbergasted and ran after her.

"Hey, are you ok, we can all talk about what happen at the bar Lukas didn't mean a word that he said, right Lukas." Petra and Lukas got Infront of her before she could get outside.

"No Petra I'm not ok, but I rather drawn before talking about what happened at the bar. Any way he shouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it." Jesse said focusing her gaze outside.

"See I told you she wouldn't want to talk to him. So, stop trying to make them talk if she doesn't want to hear from him." Ivor said run down the stairs behind us. When he final got by Jesse's side he noticed how sad she really looked. "Hey, I don't think it would be a good idea to go in the rain today. How about you come with me and look at how amazing the library is?"

"I was hoping I would build a house finally, but I guess you're right." Jesse said already started going back up the stairs.

"Hey wait, you dropped this at the bar when you ran off." Lukas grabbed her hand and gave back the dandelion that she wanted to give to him. Looking at it now a couple of the petals were missing, and the steam was leaning to the side, it started to look frail which was what she felt.

"It was for you." Jesse whispered and placed gently back in his hand. She noticed that he still had that pity look on his face which made her so frustrated. She pulled her arm out of Lukas's grasp and followed Ivor.

Petra and Lukas didn't follow them up the stairs which made Jesse relief. She didn't want to talk to Lukas already, but hearing Petra defend him made her hate the situation even more.

Getting in a small corner of the library Jesse pulled out the book 'Habits of Endermen' by Soren. trying to imagine what it was like for Soren to write the book and what experiences he had to go through. Jesse missed Soren and reading his books made her remember the small moments she had with him.

"So, what happened at the bar?" Ivor asked curiously.

"He was being a jerk and talking about me to Aiden."

"Kid there has to be a reason what he said made you upset enough to hide in the treasure room of all places."

"Ok fine he said that I'm too weak to be the leader of the New Order of the Stone. That I wasn't physically and mentally strong enough for it." She shouted. After finally yelling out the feelings it still hurt, nothing changed. Out of nowhere she was embraced in a hug by Ivor.

"You are enough don't listen to stupid boys for their approval. You're stronger than them because you are the one that almost died so many times and still survived. You could have thrown your friends all away and just take all the glory and fame, but you were stronger and told the truth that the original Order of the Stone couldn't do."

She started to feel better about herself but still feel not enough for everyone around. She thought it might be better if they started some small talk about things that might make them both laugh.

"Ok if Petra is Gabrial, Olivia is Ellegaard, and Axel is Magnes does that make me you or Soren." Jesse giggled trying to lighten the mood.

"You are definitely Soren" he laughed. "You both worry a lot about people's opinions on things and especially about yourselves. You both need plans things ahead so everyone and thing is alright, but you both have a major fear of loss."

"Wait is that you saying that Lukas and you are similar?"

"I guess so, but don't you dare tell him I don't want him having a big ego."

Hearing knocking on the door they both adsum it was Lukas or Petra again.

"I should probably go get that, and thanks Ivor cheering me up." Jesse walks up towards the door dreading the conversation that she is going to have. When she opened it, she saw the back of Lukas. She never noticed until now how ripped and tattered Ocelot jacket is until then.

"You might want to get a new jacket soon; it looks like it's falling apart a little bit" Jesse informed. Lukas turned quick at her words she could tell that he was nervous as well now. She also noticed a burse that was forming on his cheek.

"I'm sorry in the bar I didn't mean you weren't strong I-"

"Then what did you mean by it because the way you were talking in there it made it seem that you knew what you were talking about." Jesse interrupted. She even started pouting trying to show how upset he really made her.

"I meant that I wanted to protect you and keep you safe because after the Wither Strom you were the leader and you almost died. Do you know how that would feel knowing that if I was there, I could have at least tried to save you?"

"Yes, Lukas I do know what it feels like because I lived through it." Jesse stormed off to the left trying to find a way to hide from Lukas without having to go back in the rain.

"I'm sorry Jesse I-"

"You know you say that a lot." She said in his face.

"I feel it a lot." When he said that it made her rethink this argument. She didn't want to hurt him she was just so annoyed that he felt like that was an okay way to describe her.

The two them just stood there staring back at each other. Jesse reached out for his hand and before she could grab it Lukas grabbed her face and kissed her.

[traumaturgic-arts]

Katsuragi

"'Return your thoughts to yesterday,' or 'Cherish the remains of today.' Nothing more." This is my Limbus OC, based on the primordial Japanese yuri story collection Hana Monogatari, and in particular, Yellow Rose within that collection. I think I was able to emulate the game's style decently enough. :) If you're interested, I'll put more info below. Gotta let the brain juices flow somewhere, after all, and why not here?

Particulars: Resentful, regretful, hallucinatory Base E.G.O.: Bouquet of Two Dandelions

Weaponry: - たんぽぽ [Dandelion], an unremarkable sword by most metrics. It's well kept, but worn nonetheless. - 菊花 [Chrysanthemum], a horticultural weapon once wielded by Katsuragi's Office-mate. It's alive, and requires constant care to remain potent. Katsuragi takes better care of this blade than herself, most often, tending to it like a child. It's to the extent that she refuses to even wield the blade in combat, as if afraid that it would shrivel up when fed with blood. Physical Traits: - Katsuragi has dandelions growing from her throat, the roots seeping through flesh and leaving disconcerting marks. It's as if she herself is concrete, the flowers taking bloom where they certainly should not. They began to grow shortly before she became a Sinner; they confer pain and suffocation, but never enough to grant death. - Katsuragi is unable to cease crying. It no longer serves as a means to indicate sadness, but instead is an unbearable, constant reality. The tears water the dandelions around her throat, too, constantly making them continue to grow and giving the appearance of morning dew upon their petals.

Interaction: - Katsuragi, to women, is generally amicable. The Sinner will put on forced smiles, as if faintly attempting to appear a normal citizen of the City. It's simple to see through this, though, and even a fool can tell by the way this woman speaks to the air itself that she is not speaking to them, but an imagined individual. Still, she'll end up answering any questions given to her, and will generally complete any tasks without much complaint. They're distractions from her endless reminders, so why shouldn't she? - To men, however, Katsuragi holds a severe grudge. In most cases, she will merely remain silent, leaving the vicinity and parting with glares. If that is not an option, it is likely for her to speak in venomous terms. Any interaction is minimized by her, and it is clear to others who speak after such incidents that her mood drops considerably upon near every instance of interaction. - Katsuragi can mainly be found engaging in acts of gardening, writing, and sword sharpening. Her passion is in explaining the positives of flowers, yet she seems to willfully avoid mentioning the commonly discussed 'flower meanings'. If that philosophical idea is brought up, she will swiftly redirect the conversation. - Katsuragi's poetry is appropriately flowery, but frequently very sour in tone when one reads below surface level.

Additional Notes: - Katsuragi was formerly a member of the mildly prolific Radiant Flower Office. The Office remains active. - She is literally made based on a primordial yuri influence, of course she's gay. - At some times in the night, others may hear her speaking to herself, laughing and sobbing intermittently. Nobody knows when she sleeps, as the noises persist until the morning comes. - Her former home was within the Nest of V. Corp. I headcanon Valence Corp as a place where union, in every sense, is the most important aspect of life. Its Singularity is not particularly important to Katsuragi, but I made it a small ring that allows one to eliminate the concept of distance in a straight line. The Nest's streets are tailored for using it, with long stretches of open road devoid of cars. - The only consequence of the Singularity in terms of Katsuragi is that she seems unable to comprehend distance on a conceptual level. If you tell her what a kilometer is, she'll simply be confused. Thanks for reading to the end. Have a chibi Katsuragi, and have a nice day. :)

[kiriscreama]

can’t really think right now

Whumptober 2023 - Day 1

Prompt: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Warnings: Concussions/Head Trauma, Back Injury, Memory Issues, Emetophobia/Vomiting, Strong language (Bakugou), possible medical inaccuracies

Summary: A surprise villain attack leaves Izuku in critical condition. Katsuki and Kyoka need him to hold on until help arrives.

A/N: super didn’t need to do whumptober when i’ve got so many WIPs but i got overly excited lol. i fully do not expect to get all of these posted this month, but i’ve got a handful done, and i’ve brainstormed/outlined a fic for each prompt, so i’ll do what i can this month and we’ll see what happens from there. title from Home by Cavetown

also on AO3 | whumptober 2023 masterlist

Izuku hurts.

It’s the only thing he’s able to process right now. The rest of the world is a haze of color that bleeds together at the edges and noise that hits his ears in one big block of sound. He can’t identify anything specific but he knows that he is in pain.

He tries to remember the seconds before he was knocked out. Tries to remember blinking awake a moment before. Tries to remember how to make his mouth work, how to respond to the muffled voices that are slowly starting to distinguish themselves from the fog in his brain.

Something separates from the rest of the blur of colors, a smear of orange and black and ash blonde. Izuku’s ears are ringing now, but words slowly break through the noise flooding his ears.

“-me, shitty Deku. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Izuku blinks, strains at a smaller blob of black in front of him, and makes out four fingers coming off of a gloved fist. He tries to say as much, but his tongue is dry and far too large for his mouth. He coughs and swallows, much to the dismay of the figure above him.

“F-four?” he manages thickly.

“Shit,” the figure says. It turns, shouts some sort of instruction, and then bends closer.

Izuku recognizes the gruff voice, the spikes of dandelion fluff around the head but the name won’t come to him.

He frowns. Why won’t it come to him? It feels like someone has stuffed his brain full of cotton. There’s massive gaps where his mind should be.

A thick, sweet scent fills his nose followed by a crackling sound. The sound makes Izuku flinch, pulling his shoulders to his ears and letting out a low whine.

“Sorry, nerd,” the figure says, voice low. “Shit. Your eyes. You sure we can’t move ‘im, Jack?”

Another figure distinguishes itself from the blur, someone swathed in black and bright salmon. “No way, dude. His back’s fucked. We could make it worse.”

The voice is monotone, but more feminine. The names are there, just out of reach. Izuku tries to turn his head for a better view, but a sharp pain shoots up his spine, alarming in the way it’s so distinct. He feels himself cry out but the sound barely registers.

“Gotta support his neck at least,” the first voice says. The second utters some sort of agreement.

The second figure comes closer, kneeling at his side. A small hand wraps around one of Izuku’s, the one resting on his chest. “How’re we doing down here, Deku?” she asks.

Izuku manages a grunt before large gloved hands find his sides, moving him as gently as possible, and he cries out again. It hurts for another moment, before his head is gently placed in a lap. The change in angle relieves something in his back. It’s a small mercy.

“H’rts,” he finally says. He thinks it’s been too long to answer.

“No shit,” says the first person from above his head. “Fucking hell, Deku. Gonna get yourself killed.”

The person holding his hand huffs out a laugh. “We’re gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap,” she says. A pause and then, “Five minutes ‘til extraction.”

“Tell Cheeks to hurry the fuck up.”

A switch flips in Izuku’s brain. He can practically picture the name, like a spotlight is shining on it. A spotlight that lights up every corner of the part of his brain that he takes up. “Kacchan?”

Someone groans, and Izuku’s vision is obscured by a face. Red eyes peer down at him, haloed by fluffy blonde hair. “What, nerd?” he asks, and now that Izuku knows, he can hear the worry. “You know where we are?”

Izuku tries to crane his neck, but Katsuki’s hands keep him from moving. He fights the fog in his brain to remember. He can see himself putting on his hero costume, remembers creeping through quiet streets, remembers a villain laughing and getting separated from his partner.

He remembers hearing someone scream and turning towards the sound and then—

Nothing.

“We’re in the city,” he says. He doesn’t specify which. He can’t remember. “The class—“ is all here, but why, he can’t remember why, “got split up. Was supposed to be training.” But it isn’t anymore. The panic he remembers, the panic he sees in Katsuki’s face, that’s real.

“Someone got the guy.” The second voice says. Katsuki had called her Jack. Izuku searches his memories. “He’s in custody. Few more minutes.”

“Ky’ka,” Izuku breathes. He remembers her yelling out, remembers shoving her backwards and her body hitting the ground feet away. “‘Re you h’rt?”

The hand around his squeezes. She lets out a shaky breath. “I’m okay. Little sore, but I’m good.” There’s a pause, a curse. “We forgot to ask him— Deku, what year is it?”

“We already know he’s got a concussion, Ears, what are you—“

“There’s a checklist and we totally ignored it,” she says. Is her voice shaking? Izuku’s not sure. He kind of wants to close his eyes but fights it. What year is it, anyway?

“Thir’ year?” he tries.

Kyoka sounds a little amused. “I mean, that’s good enough,” she says. “And how’s the head?”

Izuku frowns. He’s told them this. “Hurts,” he says, apparently able to enunciate properly by sheer force of will. It makes his head shift a bit, his neck twinging, but he grits his teeth through the pain.

“We got that part,” Katsuki says, but his voice is still a little too tight. “Dumbass. You dizzy?”

Izuku manages an affirmative noise. Somewhere to the left, Kyoka is muttering about checklists in an increasingly frantic tone. Momo must be rubbing off on her, he thinks, because the coping mechanism is familiar. Izuku wants to do something to assure her, but he hurts. He contents himself with squeezing her hand a little harder. She squeezes back and he hopes that means it’s helping.

Izuku takes a shaky breath and Katsuki grunts. “The fuck is that extraction? My stupid comms are dead.”

The second part is for Izuku’s benefit, he thinks, because Kyoka would have already known that.

“Soon,” she says, squeezing Izuku’s hand again. “Uravity will be here soon.”

Ochako is supposed to be with someone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s certain of this.

Izuku had been with — he remembers a low chuckle and purple ribbing down a black jumpsuit; remembers, “If you’re not back in thirty seconds I’m coming in after you,” and thinking about how strategically, you wouldn’t usually want him coming in after, that he’s supposed to be the first strike from the shadows; and then he remembers nothing —

Shinsou.

God only knows where he is now. Izuku’s chest seizes with panic at the thought.

Katsuki is with, strangely, Kyoka. They work well together, but they’re an unlikely pairing. Her advanced hearing balances out the deafness in Katsuki’s right ear, giving him an advantage when he rushes in for a first strike.

But they’re opposites — Kyoka does stealth and Katsuki barely knows the word. Plus, his explosions make her quirk near useless, her headphones doing little to muffle the noise when they’re back-to-back in a fight. It’s a weakness they’ll overcome in time, Izuku’s sure.

But still. It doesn’t feel right. They didn’t start out that way, Izuku doesn’t think.

Who was Ochako with? Where are they now? Why is she alone?

Everything feels wrong, woozy and hazy. The solid shapes that he’s identified as Katsuki and Kyoka drift out of focus again, twisting into each other in the amorphous blob that takes up the entire world around Izuku. He wants to reel them back in, and tries to say something to that effect, but nothing more than a whine escapes his parted lips that he barely recognizes as his own.

His stomach flips and twists, and he begs himself not to vomit. He can’t find his voice to warn Katsuki. He’d probably drown in it.

Something must change in his face, because he recognizes the cadence of Katsuki swearing — his hearing seems to have switched off again, like he’s focusing too hard on keeping his stomach inside of his body and can’t spare the energy to concentrate on individual noises.

There’s hands at his back and hands on his head and he’s shifted onto his side. Someone, presumably Kyoka, settles behind him, and something large and hard — a rock? — is maneuvered to prop up his top leg, keeping his spine as straight as possible. The change in position made the pressure build in the back of his throat, and he can’t stop himself from being sick.

He distantly hears what must be the sound of his vomit splattering onto the ground beside Katsuki’s laugh, but the predictable volley of swears and threats doesn’t seem to follow.

Izuku groans. Tears well in his eyes, perhaps overdue. Someone strokes his hair back from his face. Something stiff and leathery is used to wipe his face clean. Kyoka’s jacket?

Izuku feels like he’s barely clinging to consciousness. A small hand finds his again and he squeezes as hard as he can. Even he can tell that it’s barely any pressure at all. Still, she squeezes back.

There’s a rumble of voices above his head that Izuku strains to understand.

“—know it’s a hard concept …but you have to sit there and wait. There’s nothing…be here soon.”

“Shut the fuck… get here fucking faster. What kind of rescue hero can’t even do her damn job?”

“You don’t mean that.”

“The hell…tell me what I mean?”

The sound of their bickering is familiar and comforting, even if Izuku can’t make out all the words. He lets himself float on their voices, his eyes slowly drifting closed.

Ochako would be here soon.

A short nap couldn’t hurt, could it?

[quibbs126]

I’ve had these characters in my head that I want to draw but I haven’t found the motivation to do so

So for now I just want to talk about them at y’all

Okay so do you guys remember that time I talked about a dream involving two soldier trainees, one of which dies, a princess and this other guy? Well they come from that. More specifically it’s the princess and her family

So basically her mom’s like this weird dragon thing (but also kind of like the Zonai) while her dad is a normal human. She also has an older brother who looks more “dragon” like than her

For now I have names for the princess and mom, Seres and Marigold respectively, but I haven’t quite decided on the other two yet. I’m debating Mars for the brother, or some other Roman god, and I straight up don’t know for the dad

So Marigold is again, a weird dragon thing, and she hatched from an egg. She does not live near any other dragons as her egg somehow ended up in a human civilization and it wasn’t until well into adulthood that she met others like her. Her name is Marigold specifically because her fur/skin/scales (I’m not sure what it is yet but I guess it’s her hide) is a distinct gold/yellow. Hmm, maybe I should change her name to a different yellow flower, like Dandelion or something. We’ll see, but for now her name’s Marigold

As for the dad, I’m not sure if I should make him royalty or just nobility. He does have a high ranking status though. He comes from a family of prophets/oracles, however the future seeing abilities skipped his generation (but not his children’s). When he was a child his entire family was assassinated due to their abilities but he ended up surviving (and he didn’t have the abilities anyways so the assassins didn’t see a point to finishing the job afterwards)

They met as children and became friends, though Marigold’s odd creature status meant she stayed away from most people most of the time. It was actually one of their playdates that inadvertently led to the dad surviving the assassination attempt, as he happened to not be there at the time and was instead with Marigold

I haven’t really figured out the rest of the story for these two, but they grow up and fall in love, get married, all that junk. They’re very happy together

Between the two, the dad is the brains while Marigold is the brawn. Not that the dad is a wimp, but his wife is a dragon thing who’s like 9 feet tall, has incredibly tough skin and is ridiculously strong, not to mention she has magic capabilities. Like he just can’t compete, nor does he want to. He’s perfectly happy to be the people person and strategist of the duo

So on to their kids. Basically the idea I have is that their son has the colors of dad and more of the features of mom, and vice versa for their daughter

Mars is their eldest child, I’d say around 8-10 years older than Seres. He has a small amount of magic capabilities, but focuses his skills far more on combat and being a warrior. He’s larger than the average human, being somewhere in the 7 foot range, but his mother still sees him as short, to his embarrassment. His sister sees him as the ideal warrior, and unfortunately that means she sees basically all other warriors as short because they aren’t around 7 feet tall. He’s a very serious kind of guy, but he has moments that break that. His sister looks up to him greatly

Also he might be into dudes but that might have been Seres’ retainer/other guy. Maybe he’s bi

Anyways, on to Seres, who is the actual one of the main characters here. She’s mostly human looking (I know having the one of the family we see the most of be the most normal looking is the boring route, but I chose her so there’d be that sort of twist when we meet her brother and he’s all kinds of weird looking. And they’re full siblings), but she’s got more of her mom’s weird magic features, and is far more magically inclined than her brother

She’s somewhere in her young teens, probably 14-15, and for her that is a very…particular time. Basically the idea is that when these guys go through puberty, their magic gets all out of whack as well as it grows but isn’t quite on the same page as their body’s capabilities. For Seres and previously Mars, this means a lot of unwarranted prophecies, which can have a physical effect on them, and the occasional uncontrollable bursts of magic, and Seres has it far more severe than her brother before her. Her mother had some physical discomfort during that time period since she went from very small to very tall in a relatively short period of time, but not too much in the magical variety, and her father didn’t deal with unwarranted predictions as it skipped him. When Mars had this happen, the eventual solution was to keep him confined to their house as much as possible to limit the chances of the prophecies, and by the time he reached 18 it was pretty much over with, and so the same is being done with Seres

In my head this is why when the story starts, she’s a bit sheltered, as she’s spent the past couple years confined to her house. The story starts with her and her retainer (aka other guy) trying to sneak out, as there’s another assassination attempt on her family. I haven’t quite figured out where her parents are at this time, but I know Mars had been sent out somewhere (possibly for his own separate assassination) and isn’t there when everything goes down. One of the first parts of the story is Seres trying to look for her brother, in part to make sure he’s okay, and in part so he can protect her. He is still alive, I’m not killing him off

Oh also one last thing, this is to do with the magic stuff. Basically there are these magic stones, they’re important things you collect during the story that you need to defeat evil or something. Only the dragons can use them, which includes Seres, Mars and Marigold (which could be another reason for the assassination attempt), as well as whatever dragon people we meet later in the story. They also use them by swallowing the stones and gaining their magic power. I’m not entirely sure yet if it’s just these stones that grant them special magic power, or if other rocks give them magic abilities and this is just how they learn to wield magic. We’ll see

And uh yeah, that’s these guys. If anyone was interested in hearing all this. To be honest I might just copy and paste this once I actually design them all. Though hopefully I’ll have more stuff fleshed out by then

[cq-studios]

Since you said it was cool to ask about other WIPs, I'm SUPER curious about The End of Normal now, since the concept/potential dynamic between Brain and Eraqus seems really interesting.

(For this)

Heehehehheeheheh, yesssss, join me in the pit Cori lol

For the ones who haven’t seen my other post. This fic is a part of Nameless AU, which is an AU where Eraqus’ parents die and Brain has to take care of him (which is most definitely an oversimplification of it but that’s the gist).

So The End of Normal is the first chapter. Its where Eraqus finds out his parents died (which is the scene I’m gonna put in this post because I haven’t switched the other parts out of Brain’s perspective yet)

But if you want some Brain and Eraqus dynamic I can explain what it’s like at this point in time for you.

So this was touched on in the Dead Daughter Monologue, but Brain was an absent father in this AU. He sent his daughter (and wife) away because he couldn’t handle being responsible for kids after loosing all the Dandelions in UX (he didn’t completely abandon the two tho, he would pay for things and they were still held in high standing since the Blueblood status and stuff, he just never properly bonded with his kid). It’s because of this that a) Eraqus doesn’t necessarily hold him in high standings and b) Brain and Eraqus would never have never really talked before Eraqus ended up in his custody.

So they’re really awkward, avoidant, and kinda prickly towards eachother at first. Brain is trying his best but never really worked through anything (he doesn’t talk about it. Talk about your trauma Brain. Share with the class. It’ll make you feel better in the long run, I promise), and Eraqus is grieving and around someone who he doesn’t think cares (he’s still trying to keep up that cheery demeanour tho but sometimes it cracks).

And if I’m honest I haven’t actually written them interacting much yet, at least not bonding. Like the ideas are in my notes and I’m like ‘mmmm, yes,’ but I haven’t written them out yet… maybe I should do that next (or I should actually finish a chapter… or both lol)

Anyways here’s a snippet of the chapter

(As with all of these, it’s subject to change)

“And if you take into consideration the…”

Eraqus’ eyes were glued to the clock as time passed. And time passed so slowly. Sure, Master Odin was teaching, but if he wanted Eraqus to pay attention he shouldn’t be so monotone and easy to tune out. Especially since it was the last class of the day. Was there anyone here who wasn’t wishing for it to be over already?

“You know, staring at the clock doesn’t make time pass faster,” Bragi, who was sitting next to him, leaned in to whisper directly into his ear. His body shuttered as a chill went down his spine.

With a groan, he peeled his gaze away from the clock, “let me believe it for a second”.

“I did. It’s been several seconds,” His friend said, flashing him an smirk, “If I let you believe it any longer your eyes woul-”

“Shhhhhhh!” Urd spun her head around and held the two of them in a firm glare, “unlike you two, some of us actually care about our education”.

“Hey, it’s not my fault. Bragi’s the one who started the conversation,”

“Ouch, betrayal,” Widened eyes filled with mock hurt landed on Eraqus for a moment. Then, lifting up his hands in surrender, Bragi chuckled, “Alright, alright, my bad”.

“You guys are unbearable,” The grey haired girl said, with a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes. It was delivered like an insult, but the amused smile on her face before she turned away told Eraqus not to take it as one.

It didn’t take long for Eraqus to find himself once again fixated on the clock. The second hand spun in an endless cycle, and he counted each full rotation.

Only 60 minutes left.

Only 59 minutes left.

Only- Bark!

His head snapped in the direction of the door. There stood a small white dog-like spirit with a star on its head and a letter tied to its neck. Eraqus tilted his head. They only used spirits to deliver announcements when they were private…

Or when it had something to do with him.

He watched attentively as Master Odin untied the string holding the letter around the spirit’s neck. The usual question ran through his head. Am I getting picked up early? Could I please be getting picked up early?

The Master unfurled the paper then stood silent for what felt like an eternity as he read it. Come on please. “Eraqus,” Yes! “they want you at the office”. Wait. The office?

Slowly, Eraqus got up out of his chair. If he was dismissed they would’ve said as much, and he could just walk home. But the office? Why would they want him there?

As he was making his way out the door, he could hear Vor, behind him, going, “Oooh, you’re in trouble”.

She meant it as a joke, he knew that, but it certainly made him wonder.

I didn’t do anything wrong did I? He went over the whole day in his head. He didn’t think he did anything wrong.

The spirit led him past several full classrooms. Other students’ eyes burned holes into him as he walked by each open door.

Rumours were going to start spreading like wildfire, he could feel it. Did you hear? The Blueblood got sent to the office. I heard he did this. I heard he did that. That was the price of being the grandson of the great Master Brain, he supposed.

Not like he’d asked for it.

“Hey! Eraqus!” He turned his head to see Bragi running up behind him. His friend caught up but had to pause for a moment, hands on his knees, to catch his breath. With a laugh, Eraqus shot him a look. The redhead tilted his head up, matching that look with one of his own.

“So, the office. You know what’s up with that?” he asked between heavy breaths.

Eraqus shook his head, “No clue”.

“Figured as much,” Bragi shrugged, straightening himself out and starting to make his way forward. “Couldn’t think of anything you’d done worthy of an office visit”.

“Me neither,” he kept pace with his friend. His tone must’ve given his worry away because Bragi kept shooting him concerned looks as they moved. Eraqus decided that it was best to change the subject, “So, how’d you get out of class?”

“Asked to go to the bathroom,” Bragi lit up slightly, eyes glittering with mischief, “if he confronts me about being gone for 30 minutes I’ll politely inform him that he ‘was lucky he didn’t eat the cafeteria food yesterday’”.

A snort escaped Eraqus, “That’s genius”.

“Right? And it works every time,”

The two laughed their way through the rest of the halls and eventually made it to the office.

Eraqus was glad Bragi met up with him. Skipping class to hang out with a friend would make a nicer sounding rumour then ‘he got sent to the office’. He’d have to do some explaining to his parents but other than that, no real damage control would be needed.

Plus, having company certainty helped ease his tensing nerves.

What didn’t help though, was that now that they were outside the office, Bragi stood next to him completely silent.

There was a moment of hesitation before Eraqus broke away from his friend. He flashed Bragi a quick smile. The redhead returned the grin and gave him a, “Good luck”, right before he followed the dog-like creature the rest of the way into the office.

“You sent for-” He watched as the spirit hopped up onto the desk, giving the secretary’s face a lick. And that face looked as though it’d seen a ghost. “…me?”

A woman he didn’t recognize stood next to the secretary’s desk. She held her hands clasped in front of her. Her face was stiff, serious.

A pit formed in his stomach.

“Eraqus,” The woman began, her posture softening slightly.

The secretary pulled the dog-like creature closer to her chest, interrupting the stranger before she could begin to elaborate, “we just heard word from the team your parents were working with on today’s mission. They’ve-” her voice broke, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

He could feel water pooling in his as well. There weren’t many things she could mean. Not with that reaction.

“There was a battle and they-they didn’t make it. I’m so sorry”.

[marerosa]

D A N D E L I O N Y E L L O W

|| best friend!whip x best friend!afab!reader

- the content below is 18+ if a minor or uncomfortable with sexual themes please click away, I am not responsible for the media you consume or interact with

summary ; when Street introduced you to his hacker friend you hadn’t expected to even become friends, but now, you can’t believe you’re in the situation you are

notes ; @blathannabeaga is half the reason I’m posting this, they always encourage my madness & it’s always appreciated

warnings ; restraint use, dumb!sub!whip, dom!reader, swearing, discussion of sex, there’s a brief moment of reader being insecure (I try not to include it but here we are)

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Meeting Streets friend, nicknamed “Whip”, was already something you were hesitant to do, who could blame you? Street told you that they met on a case about a year ago, that the twenty something year old had spent a year in jail, that his brain was something nobody could challenge unless they lack their own common sense.

So you hadn’t expected to find yourself skipping dinner with Chris to go see the curly haired man. But that’s how you keep finding yourself, and tonights no different, a rosy cheeked grin on your face as you chuckle across from Whip, the yellow lighting of his bedroom shining across his bright blue eyes beautifully, at least, in your opinion they’re bright as Whip would argue they’re more of a greenish blue.

Nonetheless, he looks gorgeous like this, sprawled out in front of you on his stomach, head stuffing against your middle as he laughs, trying to conceal just how red his cheeks are becoming from the conversation topic— sex.

That’s all you’ve talked about tonight, what sex positions you like, what you hate, who had the worst sexual experiences, who had the best— all you’ve done for hours on end is talk sex, of all things.

It’s brought a small bit of wetness to grow between your legs while Whip keeps adjusting his jeans anytime he thinks you’re not looking.

“Tied up?” You laugh slightly, your hand settling into the unruliness of Whips hair as he hides his face in embarrassment.

“Shut up, it’s not my fault it’s hot.” That earns him a howl of a laugh; who you would now consider your best friend saying he really likes being tied down spikes more heat in your gut than it should, but also takes you slightly off guard.

“I figured you’d be on the dominant side of things.” Whips head lifts off your stomach, a brow quirking up towards you, puff of air blowing throw his nose at the words.

“What about me reads as dominant?” Fair enough.

“But being tied up? Like- like just your wrists?” A head shake for an answer before Whip pulls off you, sitting himself on his knees, spreading his legs into a W shape before leaning his arms back and tapping his wrists against his ankles.

“Like this. Or- or this is my favorite way, but I’ll take what I can get.” Your heart pounds in your chest, the mental image of your best friend all fucked out, tied down to the point of not being able to really move, panting and whimpering your— you snap yourself out of it, you can’t be thinking about that.

“What would you even use to be tied down like that?” You inquire, swallowing back all the spit in the back of your throat, your mouth is literally watering. Christ.

“Open my nightstand drawer beside you.” Sure enough there’s a set of yellow ropes sitting prettily on top of folded towels and a bottle of lube set up next to it. Just as organized as everything else in this room.

“What’s the towels for?” You leave them in the wooden drawer but pluck the ropes out. They’re soft to the touch, a thick rope but nothing too drastic, the yellow dandelion color complimenting the color scheme of Whips cream and butter dyed sheets.

“Clean up. I don’t think it’s super sanitary to use the same towels you use everyday, even if you do wash them.” He would so say that, you roll your eyes but nod and shuffle up the bed.

“Can I try it?” It leaves your mouth before you can think it over.

Whip shifts instantly, sinking deeper into the bed, a tentative nod as he blushes furiously, you can see how it runs down his neck beneath the t shirt he has on, it starts a fire in your chest because by god do you want to see just how deep that blush goes.

“You should take your jeans off, it’ll be less restrictive.” It can’t be comfortable sitting in that position with the tight skinny jeans he wears daily.

“You sure?” You hun along, watching with rapt attention how Whips hands flip his button open, shimming his jeans down his thighs til they fall off the edge of the bed. He’s clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, they hug around his waist and cock tightly, showing the hardness of his length through the stretchy material.

“Like this?” You’re able to get his right wrist tied loosely to his ankle, they aren’t exactly touching but he definitely can’t move much, an encouraging nod is all you need before taking the second rope to his left.

Looking down at Whip once he’s tied down has your legs shifting closed, trying alleviate some of the tension between your thighs. His beauty’s never been something that fails to impress you, since day one you’ve admired his features, complimented them maybe more than you should, rambled drunkenly to Street about how pretty Whip is— it’s nothing compared to now.

It almost feels fanciful how tempting he looks, sitting perfectly still for you to drink him in, chest rising and falling quickly with each nervous breath, yet there’s a glint of excitement in his eyes. It makes everything all that much hotter.

“Comfortable?” You made sure to check that he had some room for air under the ties.

“Y-yeah. So, now what?” You lick your lips at the question, eyes fluttering when you lean forward to press your lips softly into Whips, making sure he’s okay before you go any farther, but once he gives you the okay it’s nothing but mess and tongue.

You’ve thought about kissing Whip before, a lot actually, always thinking of it as just a little daydream. Never in a million years did you think having his tongue halfway down your throat would make a whine escape out of your lips, his whole body leaning into yours to get closer, one of your hands holding his jaw while the other reaches to palm at his length through the thin material of his boxers.

“God I should’ve take your shirt off earlier.” You mutter breathlessly between kisses, cursing yourself for not ripping that damn t shirt off the minute he said yes to you tying him down.

“That was so hot.” Whip huffs an attempt at a chuckle onto your neck and is only taken away from it when you squeeze his base. His hips buck upwards automatically, whimper slipping from his lips at the heel of your hand rubbing up into him.

“What’s that baby?” Teasing is something you both love and you expect to give nothing but what he loves tonight, especially when another whimper comes out.

“God— y/n, please.” So early on and already begging in that desperate tone.

“Fucking hell- you’re lucky I’m nice to you.” Normal partners you’re dominant with end up pleading and begging far much more than Whip, but, you sort of have a soft spot for him, and the way his eyes go wide at the lace yellow bra you have on isn’t disappointing at all.

“What? Never seen a person with tits before?” A sudden surge of insecurity sneaks into your mind, you try to distract yourself by shoving your jean shorts off, hoping Whip won’t stare so hard at the matching underwear.

“You’re stunning.” Whip rushes once he keys in to the fact that you’re embarrassed, his knees shuffling against the bed to get closer to you, though it does virtually nothing as he can’t move fast in his state.

“You’re one to talk, pretty boy.” You weren’t expecting to make Whip blush with the pet name but his eyes duck away sheepishly while his face lights up red.

“Have condoms somewhere?” There weren’t any in the top drawer where the ropes were but you definitely need one, and a distraction for both of you seems nice.

“Bottom drawer.”

There’s more than just condoms once you open the drawer, toys of all types, a lot of glass ones, a few vibrators, handcuffs, even a blindfold— you make a mental note to dive into that next time you come around, which you’ve decided will definitely happen, there’s no way this is a one time thing.

“Fuck I probably should’ve taken those off too huh?” His boxers can only push down his thighs so far, letting his cock spring free but straining the fabric to the point of it looking close to snapping.

“Rip them— I have more, I just want you, so bad.” Whips thighs jumping and cock twitching to leak out more pre-cum prove his statement to be true. The thought of tearing his boxers in two, being so, primal, just because he craves you that bad— it elicits a moan from the back of your throat.

“Holy shit— I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” A large grin is formed on Whips face, staring down to how you’ve torn his boxers in two, straight down the middle, it was surprisingly easy, but more importantly gives you just the room you need to slip the condom on.

Your legs straddle around Whips quickly, thighs hooking over his waist, panties thrown to the other side of the room before you sit yourself down on his length. He’s big, so big, that you can feel the slightly uncomfortable pressure it takes to stretch around him.

“Fuck, so good, so good.” His babbles are mindless at this point, too consumed in having your slick cunt wrapping around him to think properly.

“Gotta lean back to let me fuck you baby.” There isn’t much leaning he can do with the ropes but enough so your chests aren’t touching anymore, instead you start to bounce up and down, coil already tight with pleasure while your cunt clenches subconsciously.

“So good, fuck- you’re so good, so hot, best I’ve ever had, god—.” The rambling becomes quicker and more slurred the longer you grip your hands onto Whips shoulders to fuck him.

He’s so pretty like this, all pussy drunk for you, not a single thing on his mind but you, his hips bucking sporadically up to try and match your rhythm, hands clenching and unclenching where they rest by his legs— so gorgeously dumb for you.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna come, gonna come, please, please let me come, please—!” Not yet.

“Hold on baby, I’m not done with you.” Not with the dandelion yellow ropes still wrapped perfectly around his wrists and ankles, just begging you to use him even more.

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In the Names of Freedom - Chapter 8

New enemies appear--and they turned out to be quite the pain in the neck.

Biggest thanks to @leio13, my editor!!

Summary: After confirming the death of his latest target, Xiao’s secret mission is interrupted by an eccentric stranger in green, who claims to be Xiao’s protector! But the reality is much more convoluted… What destiny could possibly link Xiao with Venti—an assassin of hitmen?

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Venti slunk to Third-Round Knockout alone. It was one of the few establishments in Liyue Harbor that served dandelion wine, which was just the nostalgic and alcoholic comfort Venti needed to numb his brain. The record of his last argument with Xiao looped over and over in his mind, and he desperately wanted it to stop. He had fumbled that conversation from the beginning. He should have never revealed his past—no matter how vague or allegorical it might have been. It was foolish to show the cards closest to his chest and even more naive to hope Xiao would understand.

As he was currently, Xiao was just a husk of a human being. His memories and emotions were empty, and all that remained were mindless, mechanical motions. It wasn't natural. Most likely, his humanity was sacrificed to seal away devastating trauma. Nevertheless, Venti still resented him. Xiao had been given a rare blank slate, yet he continued to squander it, droning through each day meaninglessly. 

But, even if Venti stood by his opinions of Xiao, he deeply regretted that they had come out so explosively. His relationship with Xiao would not be easily mended, especially given the way Venti's smooth-talking prowess failed him. He didn't need to stay by Xiao's side, but he at least wanted to leave a favorable impression as Venti. In the end, Venti didn't care much about his present life; he continued to exist simply to establish a poignant legacy so that Venti the Bard would live on eternally through legend and song. 

Besides sabotaging his relationship, Venti inadvertently ruined another of his plans—he actually did want Xiao to improve, despite his pessimism. Of course, now that Venti had put Xiao's flaws on blast, there was no way that Xiao would accept his criticism as valid. More likely, he would sink deeper into his apathy. That would defeat the purpose of Venti's search for Xiao in the first place. He wanted to give Xiao freedom that he should've had twelve years ago. Anything less would be his biggest failure as Venti. 

Venti couldn't afford to give up, but, at the moment, whatever hope he had felt no more significant than a small twig floating on the violent sea of booze he had thrown himself into. He could cling to the branch for dear life, but it was easier to let the waves consume his consciousness. 

As the constant flow of dandelion wine was the only companion at Venti's table, it was the perfect opportunity to throw himself thoughtlessly into the worlds of strangers' drama.

"Rumor has it, he's made a new friend, one with quite the reputation in these circles."

"A guy like him? Friend? Pfft! He's one of those loner types, isn't he?"

"Most likely. That business is well suited for that type of character. But, listen, he's been seen all around Liyue with this guy—even as far as Qingce Village."

"Such a remote retreat! Maybe they're actually lovers?" The woman speaking snickered.

The other lady did not see the same humor. "You don't seem at all concerned."

"The private affairs of men isn't any of my business. In all seriousness, though, I know rumors, and I don't think we have anything to worry about. We aren't going to be meeting with the boyfriend, just our guy alone. We don't really want to get entangled with that other circle—besides, I heard they might have broken up just the other day."

"Maybe…" The more serious woman pouted audibly. "But if you ask me, we should just be sticking to business as usual. I miss my cats."

Ugh. N—Aaachoo!—Not cats… Just the thought of those pesky, furry creatures was enough to trigger Venti's allergies.

The conversation came to a halt, and the two women followed the sound of the sneeze to glance at Venti's lonely table. Whether they suspected him of eavesdropping or not, Venti decided to lay low and change his focus for a bit—at least until the cat portion was over.

Venti downed another glass of dandelion wine. At this point, the booze was beginning to taste numb, which might as well have been his favorite flavor. He ordered another bottle, then let his mind float into whatever conversation the wind led him to: exciting stories of the rock concert on Friday night, rumors of the little bear-like creature that bums around the other popular restaurant in Chihu Rock, heated discussions over the latest light novel chapters…

Finally, Venti's nosiness came full circle when one of the women from the earlier conversations gasped. "He picked a fight with that group?!"

"Well, I don't know if 'picked a fight' is the right word… but what's certain is he's definitely made an enemy of them. At least four of them have gone missing, and he's the primary suspect…"

"I just don't get why. I get that taking out criminals is his shtick, but who does he think cleans up after his messes? Even the police turn a blind eye to them."

"It's not like they exactly have a clean record either…"

"Right?" The more rambunctious of the two women laughed. 

Venti could guess what group they were referring to. Venti had generally avoided doing business with them, but recently, they had been targeting Xiao for some reason. And he and Xiao had killed four of them, two in the suburbs of Liyue Harbor and two in Qingce Village. But now it was none of Venti's business—Xiao had made that plenty clear.

"How can you be so calm about all this?"

"Well, it's not like I'm planning a funeral. We're just going to have a little chat with the guy. He should be getting comfy back home after his trip to Qingce Village; it's the perfect chance to meet!"

"...In other words, you're way out of your league, and it hasn't set in yet."

"Listen, there's only one person I've let beat me in a match, and I'm not just gonna let that change!"

Although their connection to the other case was unclear, one thing was certain: they were also after Xiao. Xiao may have forbidden Venti from pursuing the same target, but unknown threats were not off-limits. However, Venti was also just rational enough to realize he was too drunk to do anything himself. Certainly not in this restaurant.

Standing up, Venti's horizon rocked. He paid and waddled out of the outdoor seating. He tucked into a small alley where he could still observe the suspicious couple. A waitress around at their table with another round of food—it seemed they would be there a bit longer. 

Though he dreaded the response he would receive, Venti's first obligation was to inform Xiao of the threat. Xiao had blocked all of Venti's previous numbers, but, of course, he had one more. Calling could give his position away, so he sent a brief text.

"xoa

"sioa

"Xia

"o"

Soft footsteps plodded closer. Venti reached for his gun in his left holster, shoving his phone in his right pocket. A tight grip seized his left arm and twisted. "Who ya texting? Boyfriend?" 

With a gasping yelp, Venti looked up at his assailant—a young lady with straight black hair and an eyepatch over one eye. She was barehanded.

"Don't you want to pull out your weapon?" Venti jabbed, but it was just a bluff. In terms of physical strength, he was beat.

"Why?" She twisted harder, and Venti's fingers unclenched, dropping the gun to the ground.

His right hand still near his pocket, Venti yanked out a knife and slammed it under the woman's grip. He could feel the first drops of blood trickle with a sting as the blade scraped his arm.

"Are you insane?!" The woman screamed, tearing her hand away. But before Venti could seize the opportunity, she had smashed her other fist into his nose. In between flashes of darkness, the alley gyrated. 

There was no way he could defeat his opponent at such close range. He needed to create some distance. He glanced bac—

"Too late." The other voice from the table had appeared. In her hand was…

Venti felt the quick pinch of a needle in his neck before he swirled out of consciousness.

[whataboutthefish]

Day 22

Prompt 22 Emeto | Bondage | Temperature Play

Geralt/Dandelion, Bondage, Accidental kink discovery, non con, but yes con, without given consent

Words 445

He didn’t mean for this to happen. Though, Geralt wasn’t upset by it at all. You see, it started out of necessity, and Geralt  didn’t see how else he should have handled it. 

It all came down to Dandelion and his wandering cock. Bard swore up and down it was never his fault, but Geralt concluded Dandelion really did think with his downstairs brain more often than he’d initially realised. On this occasion they were at a small Inn near Velen, an establishment they stayed at frequently. It was not lost on Geralt the why’s of this he could smell every one of them on the bard the next morning as he would creep back into the room.

It was just, this time, the innkeeper's wife was with child. Geralt watched the innkeeper’s face darken  as they lingered in the common room. Geralt was fairly sure if Dandelion went anywhere near the wife’s skirts tonight, the bard would be returning to their room in the morning minus an appendage. 

So as Dandelion was freshening up for his rendezvous, Geralt pounced. After a small ruckus - the slippery fucker- Geralt had the bard trussed up with rope on the bed, Dandelion still half naked. 

Once Geralt had pulled his hair back, straightened his jerkin and given himself a pat on the back, Geralt actually looked at the bard. Mouth half open, a speech about self preservation on the tip of his tongue, Geralt stopped, and looked. 

The ropes across Dandelion’s stomach were tight enough, and the bard was well fed after a prosperous season, that the ropes bit into his flesh. It was a sight to behold, and Geralt's cock twitched. Dandelion was cursing at him, but Geralt wasn’t listening. Instead, he was balling up a clean rag. Pushing it into the bard’s mouth, Geralt palmed his cock through his trousers. Dandelion’s protests died, his eyes going wide, and right there, a moan, low pitched and full of need spilled from the bard’s mouth. 

The sound broke  something in Geralt’s mind, through the  wall he’d built for himself. Baring his teeth, Geralt growled, his head cocked to the side as he watched how his actions affected Dandelion. Geralt’s nostrils flared when he caught the salty tang of arousal in the air, his cock was out of his pants and in his hand in moments. Geralt wasn’t in the mind to make this last, stripping his cock hard and fast, feeling his orgasm coiling low in his gut already.

And that was how they got here, Geralt panting, cock softening in his hand, Dandelion tied up, chest bare and covered in Geralt’s come. 

No, Geralt wasn’t mad at all.