#sorry for taking so long to respond tho ^^;

[absurdly-overpowered-astronaut]

Doing anatomy studies (is that what they are called??) like you said.. its really helpful and more fun than I thought it would be, I'm kinda just redrawing poses but its turning out pretty good! :) so thank youuu, I knew doing stuff like that was something i needed to do but someone directly telling me was the push I needed

Yay :D I’m really glad my suggestion helped! I find them really fun so I’m glad you do too ^^ and yeah sometimes you just need someone to give you the extra push for you to actually sit down and start ^^;

I’ve moved more towards using scans of Japanese pose books because the poses tend to be more aplical to my art and its so nice and helpful to be able to see the poses at multiple angles -

but when I started doing anatomy studies I used this site call quick pose to get reference images.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Okay hear me out!

Sanegiyuu, they're dating. Giyuu makes ohagi for Sanemi and they eat it while on a date and it tastes like his mother and that makes Sanemi cry.

i don't wanna talk about this rq being from october

It had taken much effort on Giyuu's part. He'd gone as far as hiring Mitsuri as his teacher (he actually paid her) to learn, taking several days and wasting many ingredients before he perfected it. Sort of. But the lopsided group of ohagi was better than nothing, and Giyuu gratefully thanked Mitsuri before hurrying off with his bundle of sweets. He was late in arriving and Sanemi was evidently impatient, tapping his foot as he waited for Giyuu. He looked slightly relieved when Giyuu appeared, but masked it with his irritation.

"Took your sweet fuckin' time," he grunted, but took Giyuu's outstretched hand so they could start on their way.

Giyuu apologized, tucking the bag of ohagi into his sleeve.

Somewhere during the date, he got tired of trying to hide it and presented it to Sanemi. Sanemi took it curiously, unwrapping the cloth and peeking into the container.

"Ohagi?" he asked, peering at it suspiciously.

Giyuu nodded sheepishly. "I made it," he explained. "Kanroji helped me."

"Oh." Sanemi paused. "Kanroji?"

"I didn't know who else could make it..."

Apparently finding this reasonable, Sanemi opened the container and picked one up, pretending not to cringe when it ungracefully nearly fell apart. But he ate it, finishing the first ohagi and humming to himself. Giyuu waited nervously, watching as Sanemi paused. There seemed to be very little reaction at first, but then Sanemi picked up another ohagi, this time taking longer to eat it. He looked almost lost, a bit in his own world as he chewed.

Unable to wait much longer (and just getting worried it was terrible), Giyuu mumbled, "Is it okay?"

He took the container back, a bit fidgety, and picked one of the not-quite-dense enough mochi balls and bit into it. It seemed fine, really. It seemed a touch too sweet, but it certainly was better than he'd expected it. What with Sanemi's silent reaction.

"I- I like it," Sanemi finally said, swallowing. His voice seemed tense, a bit off. He drank some water quickly and Giyuu brushed it off as the ohagi being too dry, or something.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Sanemi ducked his head down, finishing his second ohagi.

Giyuu frowned. "Are you okay?" he fretted, concerned. Was Sanemi sick? Had the ohagi made him sick?? Oh, god, maybe it did. ...could someone get sick that quickly?

Sanemi nodded. "'m fine. Sorry. One moment." He took in a shaky breath. Turning slightly so he was angled subtly away from Giyuu, he swiped at his eyes with the hand he hadn't used for the ohagi, swallowing again.

It took a moment for Giyuu to place that. It hit him as familiar, but he only understood a minute later that—"Are you... crying?" he blurted out, immediately regretting his words. He was such an idiot for just-

Sanemi grumbled. "No. I'm not," he huffed. He looked up then, at least, which only proved Giyuu right. His eyes were vaguely glassed over, and he was blinking quickly. "I'm not," he insisted, when Giyuu couldn't suppress a knowing look.

With the concern for Sanemi and worry that it was his own fault, Giyuu opened his arms. Sanemi hesitated only a moment before sinking into the embrace, burying his head into Giyuu's shoulder so he could hide his head.

"I'm not fucking crying," he grumbled, voice muffled by Giyuu's haori. Still, he clung onto him for several minutes until his breathing seemed to steady out. Then he sat up, pointedly turned away to rub at his eyes, then looked back at Giyuu.

"What happened?" Giyuu asked, forgetting that he should maybe just leave it be. But Sanemi answered, picking up Giyuu's half eaten ohagi and finishing it to busy himself.

"Nothing." Then, only a second later: "My mom used to make ohagi. When I was younger."

Giyuu took a moment to process that. He knew that Sanemi's only living family member was Genya (despite the protests), so that meant that his mother must've died. Which made him feel terrible for making ohagi—although he wondered, briefly, why Sanemi ate it so much if memories rose like that from Giyuu's shitty attempt at ohagi.

Sanemi continued, ignorant of Giyuu's thoughts. "She used to make it real sweet 'cause we couldn't have things like that a lot. Ohagi was always my favorite of the ones she made and she sometimes let us help make it with her," he mumbled. "Some of them were like these—kinda fucked up and distorted. But it just. Reminded me of them. Didn't mean'ta... uh. Yeah."

"Oh."

"'Oh,'" Sanemi mocked, rolling his eyes.

Giyuu pouted. "Sorry, uhm. It's okay. I'm sorry that I made you think of that," he said quickly. "I'm glad you didn't get sick or something, though."

"Sick?" Sanemi scrunched his nose. "From what?"

"The ohagi."

"You can't... get sick that quickly..." he said, raising an eyebrow. Then he grinned. "Fuckin' dumbass."

"Hey! I made you ohagi...!" Giyuu protested, ducking away from Sanemi's playful but dangerous hand.

Sanemi scoffed. "And made me cry, yeah," he grunted. He ignored Giyuu's pointed look at his admission, and went on. "Let's just finish and then go to your house. I bet you made a mess while making this and forgot to clean it up."

Giyuu stayed quiet, knowing full well Sanemi was right. Instead of answering, he helped Sanemi settled back down so they could finish eating. He made a quick, mental note to add extra sugar just for Sanemi, if he ever made ohagi again.

[anghraine]

It's honestly kind of funny to me that catapulting into Kirk/Spock shipping has launched my usual "meh, not into jealousy as a metric of romantic love" shipping tendency out the window and instead I'm genuinely charmed by the extent to which they reflect the same unhealthy seething jealousy.

This is most obvious with Spock, but you'll get McCoy joking about Spock falling in love with a computer (not an android, a stationary computer) and McCoy being A Normal Guy Joking About His Friend Having a Hobby is immediately contrasted with Kirk's barely repressed jealousy (you can all but see him thinking "time to talk another computer to death" while McCoy just laughs at his own joke about it). Kirk gets more and more generally insecure until Spock publicly declares that, while he does like an efficient computer, Kirk is irreplaceable and he doesn't want to serve anyone or anything else, and Kirk looks like he's about to kiss him on the bridge.

(Kirk still talks the computer to death, btw, for plot reasons. But big "Edith Keeler must die" energy.)

I also enjoy Kirk's horror/outrage at Leila Kalomi and her obvious gloating over "taking" Spock from him in the docility sex pollen episode and Kirk's willingness to do or say anything to get Spock back vs Spock bleeding intensity throughout "Requiem for Methuselah" as Kirk falls in love with Rayna, then Spock numbly listening to McCoy's speech about how he can never understand the glories or agonies of romantic love triangles or passionate love before waiting for him to leave and then wiping Rayna from Kirk's mind. Just two bros who are totally normal about each other!

[acetier]

will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀

ask and you shall receive, anon :^)

[final-milf-ratchet]

Hello again

Yesss, Predaking *needs* a Queen, and Magnus is perfect - beautiful and strong..

The idea of Magnus actually being easy took me OUT but you know.. i actually love it. No one knows about it because they just.. never try. And Predaking is charming anyway, so Magnus is opening up pretty quickly..

omg Ratchet being so done with Optimus' pining that he wordlessly thanks Predaking for giving him something to goad Optimus with, relieved when the Prime stomps to the ship..

Even if they weren't already determined to end the War (something that will be much easier with Predaking as a secret agent on the Nemesis, my god imagine Prime and Predaking teaming up, holy shit) they would be determined anyway once Magnus tells them "nothing's going to happen until the war is over anyway". I can imagine them waiting for things to settle down and then pinning Magnus between their bigger frames, smugly pointing out that the War is over now..

They're very understanding though, despite their *need* to breed him - giving him more time, until one day he bashfully tells them that he thinks he's ready now.. He's an absolute wreck by the time the sun rises again, definitely not getting out of berth for the foreseeable future..

Also omg. Imagine Optimus and Predaking playing with Magnus' refineries. His wells. His tits. They're so big, and warm, and soft.. It's so easy to mark them up as well, pulling on the little nubs and biting them, pulling the sweetest noises out of Magnus.. And when they finally spark him up, and his tits start leaking whenever they're being too rough...

Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!

People always assume Magnus will just coldly shoot them down, so they give up before they even try. 😔😔 Poor fools don't know how close they were to ultra magnussy 😔😔😔 tragic

I think ratchet's been putting up with optimus pinning for TOO LONG. The first time Optimus and Magnus meets Optimus walked away like 😳👉👈 and went to bother ratchet about it, then every time Magnus showed up after that ratchet had to deal with Optimus doing the same thing. They may be friends but ratchet is SICK OF IT. He's tried many solutions over the years to get Optimus to act on it (Optimus' last relationship was with Megatron, who was more upfront in their relationship and usually initiated stuff. Rip Megatron u were a good one b4 u started doing space crack)

As soon as Cybertron recovers enough to have bars, Ratchets going to buy Predaking a cyberbeer, he swears it.

I probably worded that wrong earlier lol, the autobots are def trying their best to end the war!!!! but having a secret dragon turncoat that's infiltrated the nemesis helps a LOT lmao. I am now imagining a comedy of errors where Predaking keeps trying to bite Megatron's head off on the nemesis and various factors (starscream, well placed door frame, too many witnesses, starscream again, dark energon, starscream a third time, etc) keep stopping it from happening. There's gotta be some dramatic reveal too, Predaking and Optimus teaming up to fight would be SO COOL.

Mayhaps after their team-up is the first time they share Ultra Magnus, after gaining a new appreciation for each other in battle ☺️ (and maybe they fuck in the aftermath too☺️☺️☺️)

Oooooohhhhhhhhgggggg them working together to tease and grope Ultra Magnus' Megamilkers 🤤🤤🤤 2 titties mean one person can put all their focus on one boob... It's a good thing cybertronians have chest plates and don't wear actual clothes because I'm sure Ultra Magnus would always be covered in hickies lol

And I mean, they've all talked about sparklings one day being a reality... Maybe once they get to a point post-war where bots are starting to have sparklings again, Ultra Magnus goes and gets his birth control removed and then surprises Predaking and Optimus later that night, when they're all in bed together (the biggest bed in the goddamn world look at the size of those three)... Like you said, Ultra Magnus isn't going ANYWHERE for the next few days, his hips need to recover and his partners are taking every chance they can to fill him up again ;)

[solaestial]

I really like your art, you are one of my favorite End Roll fanartists and you make me consider ChriSsell

And your snipped fangame are adorable, also your Omori x End Roll crossover scritched my need for crossover, thank you.

SOBBING??? this practically made my day to see omg 🥺🥺✨✨ thank youuu for popping in with these kind words!! i'm so glad you've been enjoying my art!!! (and to be spreading the chrissell agenda LET'S GOOOOO. getting others to see their appeal is the biggest honor of all uwu uwu)

[luna-loveboop]

I'm not anon but I think I understand where they're coming from. There are some people who refuse to put pronouns in their bio/pinned posts to make a statement that they shouldn't have to specify their pronouns because they are obviously male or female and that trans/gender-nonconforming identities are invalid and not real. Unfortunately this is more common with blogs that are openly religious, which might be why anon asked you that.

It sounds like your lack of listed pronouns is more so because you didn't know it is preferred to list them and not because you have any queerphobic intentions.

In your bio, which is the space under your blog title where you can add extra notes, people usually list their preferred name, pronouns, whether they're an adult or a minor, any extra key info they feel it is essential for people to know in order understand their blog (such as English is a second language, person is a system or autistic, blog includes nsfw, religion, continent of residence etc.), main fandoms (like LoZ/LU), and role in fandom (writer, artist, analysis post maker, meme maker etc.). Any and all of these things are optional, but at a minimum, I recommend listing your preferred name and pronouns.

Pinned posts are optional. People use them to add extra info (like do-not-interact lists, switch friend codes, other fandoms, etc.) and to list/link fandom contributions such as fanfics written or popular posts.

What you should not put in your bio or pinned post are your exact age, birthday, real name, real names of relatives, city where you live (even including state/province is not recommended), health info that isn't relevant, is excessive, or is TMI.

Look at your mutuals/friends bios and pinned posts for inspiration/examples and create your own bio/pinned post however you want.

Oooo thank you!

Yayyyy advice :)

You are correct, I don't know these things. I'm glad it was brought to my awareness in a nice way :D

I overreact and talk too much- I hope I didn't scare my anon off just from such a long response /j

I definitely do not want to be saying I don't think pronoun clarification is needed, or invalidating my trans friends. That's so awful??? I did not know, and never intended any such implications

Thank you for the advice it's appreciated <333

[cutie-lumi]

I really enjoy your art (I am weak to femstars for sfw purposes); I’m not sure if anyone said this about you before but you seem like a very sweet person 🥰 Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

-Milky

OUGHHHHHH YOU'RE SO LOVELYYYYY!!!!! SENDING U LOTS OF LOVE AND HUGS!!! 😭​😭​😭​💝​💖​💗​💓​💞​ thank you so much sweetheart!! 🥺💖You can always count on me to draw cute (gay) girlies 💪 Hope you have a lovely day as well!! 🥰

[birrdies]

WHAT IF I BREAK DOWN AND NEVER GET BACK UP UGHH BIRRDIE MY SOUL HURTS FROM YOUR APOCALYPSE FIC…

The way you express emotions so well and build these characters.. all the little itty bitty drops you give as the story continues it’s HURTING ME /pos

The constant references to Jimmy, the canary, before we even know the backstory- I wanted to put my phone down and run into the woods. TANGO TANGO.. THE WAY YOU ENDED IT I SAT FOR MINUTES JUST DISTRAUGHT.

Etho constantly seeing Bdubs, in anything even similar to him and all the memories of him. I can’t even put into words how perfectly you wrote out his stages of grief and how I felt it along with him UGHH

The HORRIBLE (really really good) build ups where you see how the story will play out and you just can’t stop reading. You had me hook line and sinker from the very start… I could go on so long and probably in more of a tangible way about how incredible this fic was to read but just,, props to you man and thank you for writing something that I hope so many others can enjoy 🥹

thank you so much, maggy (:

this first fic in this au was really the first thing i ever wrote for this fandom (which is insane), so it will always be special to me. it means the world that it could touch someone else in the same way < 3

[lesbianaglaya]

i'm in a vietnam wars class and this white british guy without hesitation said "the yellow race" in a historic context but still whack. this made my friend and i so flabbergasted, especially cause we were the only two viet people in the class. at least the prof jumped in and called him out but it was WILD. my poor prof kept nervously looking at the viet delegation which my friend and i who sit together -history anon

PEOPLE SAY SUCH WILD THINGS last week had someone try to like play devils advocate for an awful hospital intake form from 1851 like the british empire is not going to fuck you. please.

[todayisafridaynight]

I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO SAY ANYTHING OF SUBSTANCE BUT PLEASE ENJOY MOVIE <333

IT WAS DEFINITELY A MOVIE

[berrryparfait]

❝ you're sleeping on the couch tonight. ❞ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

♥︎ featuring: sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, caleb x fem!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: how he reacts to you telling him to sleep on the couch after an argument. 「but the couch is so hard...」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: fluff and slight angst, yall got into a petty argument earlier that day and he's worried it's spiraled into something serious, you're just being sassy tho (and maybe a little emotional), innuendo

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: interlude: i'm not angry anymore – paramore

✧ a/n: inspired by @/erikadayshawn's jjk tiktok (¯ ³¯)♡ i seriously love her so much she's so damn good (ﾉД`)

You’re still butthurt about it, and you’re going to make sure he knows it. Sure, it was a petty argument and it happened hours ago, but you refuse to be the one making amends this time. If he’s so certain you were in the wrong, he can sleep outside for all you care!

Maybe you’re being a little toxic by avoiding communication, but you’ve been in your feelings all day while he was out and about doing god knows what (***he was working)—so the space next to you on the bed is currently occupied by your Jellycat.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” you huff, refusing to turn around as you hear the bedsheets stir.

You can’t see him, but you just know he’s giving you that same haha-you’re-hilarious look you’ve practically memorized by now. He’s standing at the side of the bed, one hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised at your curled-up form.

“This is my bed, sweetie.” He sounds amused, yet something tells you he feels as if you’re being ridiculous. Nevertheless, that velvety, husky voice of his nearly has you caving.

“I don’t care. I want to sleep alone tonight.”

He sighs, long and exaggerated. Does he pity you? Or is he annoyed at you? “You’re upset about our quarrel. It’s best we settle it now rather than bottle it up and let it fester.”

His maturity and composure jabs at your pride—you’ve never been one to act reasonably in the face of embarrassment. “...You just want to sleep on the bed.”

When you turn to look at him, he’s staring at you with an asshole smirk on his face. His tone is placating when he responds, “The couch is hard, Kitten. And besides, I forgive you.”

FORGIVE YOU?! Oh, he’ll be forgiving you all right— You smack him flaccidly on the arm and he pulls away with a chuckle, flashing that dashing smile of his. Canines.

“Go back to sleep. You can deal with me later.” He crawls under the blanket with nothing but a pair of pajama pants on, smelling of soap and fresh flowers.

You cave. You’re no longer angry, but exhausted—and so relieved he’s here. How your tender heart aches for his company, even when you’re mad at him… Soft sniffles emerge from your side of the bed, and he reaches for you with warm, gentle hands.

“Aww… C’mere, sweetie…” He wraps his arms around your waist and you relax into his touch, his chest against your back comforting—grounding. “I’m sorry about earlier. How about I take you to that French restaurant for dinner tomorrow night? Would you like that?”

“...Whatever,” you mumble as his fingers wander beneath the waistband of your shorts.

He just stands there in silence, taken aback. “...Is there something you want to talk about?” he asks, ever the logical, problem-solving boy from your childhood.

“No.”

A few beats pass before he mutters, “...Alright then. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You close your eyes and force yourself to fall back asleep as you listen to his footsteps in the living room, swallowing the guilt rising in your throat. He settles onto the wide couch and rests his head on one of the stiff decorative pillows, utterly spent from a crushing day at the hospital.

Am I overreacting? He must be drained as hell… Am I a shitty girlfriend? Doubts and worries swarm your mind as you toss and turn on the half-empty king bed, your heart squeezing at the thought of him having to spend the night alone out there. What if he catches a cold? What if he starts hating me? What if he gets eaten by a skin-walker?

You shove your fuzzy bedroom slippers on and trudge into the living room, trying your best to maintain your nettled expression. He opens his eyes at the sound of you stomping across the carpeted floor and stares at you, speechless.

“Aren’t you gonna try to make amends with me?! You really don’t want to sleep in the bed?!”

He fumbles for words, pushing himself up with his elbows. “Y-You said you didn’t want to talk—”

“Well I didn’t mean it!” you squeal, holding back tears.

He senses that your emotions are all jumbled up right now, and gets up on his feet to put his arms around you. “Okay. Okay, let’s talk about it,” he says, calm and soothing. His hand massages the back of your head as you wail into his t-shirt. “Shh… It’s all right. I’m here.”

You look up at him with red eyes and pouty lips, too caught up in his embrace to be riled up anymore. “I was upset about our fight in the morning…”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry for what I said, baby. Will you forgive me?”

You’ve been waiting all day to say “yes”.

“Oh, hell nah—”

“Too bad, Raf! That’s what you get for pissing me off,” you spit, glaring daggers at him as he physically exhibits the five stages of grief.

“But-But the couch is so pokey and hard and—” He flails his arms around in protest, remembering the backache he had to deal with for a week after taking a nap on the couch.

You won’t be hearing any of it. Serves him right. “You should’ve thought of that earlier before saying my makeup looked weird!”

“But it did! Your contour was asymmetrical and your lips were way too overlined!”

Raw indignation rivalling the power of the sun bubbles in your gut, waiting for a chance to explode. How dare he pretend he knows anything about makeup?! “GET. OUT.”

He grumbles like a child before storming out of the bedroom and flopping onto the couch, both of you throwing silent tantrums while listening to your stomachs churn. Fuck. I could really use some Wingstop right now.

Half an hour passes before your phone dings. Notification from Rafayel. You’ve calmed down by now, so you begrudgingly open his message.

Wait a minute, is he...? Oh my god, he totally is. You've known him long enough to tell when he's down for sexy time.

You waltz into the living room with your head held high and say, "C'mon. We're going to get Wingstop."

The way the hope in his eyes disappears nearly has you cracking up. "I hate you," he sneers.

"I love you too."

He pauses, unsure of what to say. “...Is this about earlier?”

You don’t respond.

He climbs onto the bed anyway and gets under the covers with you, pulling you close and pressing his face into your hair. “Please don’t be mad at me. I can’t go to bed with you mad at me,” he whispers, fear lacing his words.

Though your heart squeezes, you lock in and wriggle out of his embrace, knowing exactly how much it’ll sting. It’s his fault for constantly forgetting to let you know when he’ll be working overtime. Some nights, you sit on the couch and blankly stare at the wall, worry eating you alive from the inside.

“Please, talk to me—”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I need some space tonight.”

You can tell he’s holding back tears when he agrees to leave you alone, sliding off the mattress like a heavy weight sinking from a rock underwater. “...I’ll be outside if you need anything.”

Am I too hard on him? You’re angry at him for stressing you out—and you wonder if he even realizes that you’re only stressed for his own good. Still, how can anyone stay mad at him? He’s the purest, kindest, most sincere person you know. Forcing him to sleep on the couch feels like kicking a small puppy.

Quietly, you creep into the living room, where he’s curled up on the couch with his eyes closed. I’m too hard on him.

You crawl into the space between him and the backrest, his arms immediately reacting to your presence like a bug caught in a Venus flytrap. His eyes flutter open, and his grip tightens around your midriff. “I’m sorry… I’ll call you in advance next time. I promise…”

He must’ve had a long day at work, because he sounds utterly exhausted. Broken. “Baby… You can talk to me—about work, about anything.”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re here, even if I haven’t been,” he says, his thumb tracing slow circles on the bare skin of your torso. “I want you to know you’re always on my mind—no matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing. You’re the reason I come home at all.”

“Don’t be like that, Pips. Let’s talk about it.” He rests a hand on your hip, warmth seeping through the blanket.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He scoffs, though his voice is void of hostility. “Clearly. Listen, I don’t want this to turn into something serious, okay?”

When you don’t respond, a crease forms between his brows. Is it too late? Have you already started to see him in a different light? Nausea churns in his stomach as he slowly inches away from the bed, afraid to even make a sound.

His thoughts spiral like a swarm of moths in his head, dark and foreboding. She’s better off without me…at least for now.

You doze off a few minutes later, when all of a sudden, you hear the front door shut. Panicked, you jolt upright and slip on your slippers, fearing the worst. Oh my god. Oh my god—

Still in your pajamas, you run out of your apartment and down the stairwell, praying he’s just round the corner— 

“Pips?”

You still, the icy cage around your heart beginning to thaw at the sight of him. He’s standing in the middle of the pavement, his breath fogging in the cold air.

Tears well in your eyes as you scream, “Where are you going?!”

“...To the convenience store? I was going to get you some Buldak—” You cut him off by seizing him in your arms, relief flooding you like a river bursting through a broken dam. He chuckles, wrapping you in his jacket and resting his chin on top of your head. “I’d never leave you, Pipsqueak. You should know that by now.”

“I-I don’t want Buldak. Let’s just go back inside,” you say between sniffles, clutching his shirt with such force it might tear.

“...Can I sleep on the bed now?”

— ⋆˙⟡ ©berrryparfait

《 please do not copy / plagiarize / translate my works or publish them on any other platforms. 》

[johnny-chaos]

idk if this means anything but lakes have been associated with life/death/the afterlife, i.e. greek/roman mythology (roman mythology thought lake avernus to be the entrance to hades, greek mythology has something similar with lake lerna, and the river acheron/acherusia of the underworld is referred to as a lake or swamp in some texts).

lakes have also been associated with the subconscious - the "world in your dreams", in this case, since technically the gnome succeeded where coomer didn't?

the gnome faces the lake when he decides to sacrifice himself, wearing the vr goggles. wayne wakes up to a "simulacrum" of the lake in-game before taking the headset off to see the real lake, and when he takes it off the HUD that appeared in his real life vision since the vault is gone. i think this indicates that they swapped places, and that the gnome is dead while wayne is alive. the challenge is done.

peppa also refers to a "sea of mud" in her speech, but i don't know if they're related yet.

i think in the context of the series the lake might be a representation of the border between digital/physical, reality/fantasy. because now it's established that the game is Real and can hurt you. and if that extends to what peppa pig said, what does THAT entail?

oh shit‼️‼️❗❗‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗‼️‼️❗‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

god the idea of the lake as a connection between worlds is so.... thank you so much for this info i feel like a big hearty healty feast has been set in front of me

ALSO. not to be inspecting grains but her saying mud immediately makes me think of the Sand and the Mud benry yapped about in the hlvr finale, which idk if that couldve been a call back to that? or maybe since she says specifically "what will you do when the sea of mud comes for us all" that could totally fit into what you were saying abt borders, esp since that was before the switch. (altho that in particular might work more as a horror thing to add a sense of dread + subvert expectations by her being confident about it, ending the whole monologue with that stretched out "splish, splash, splosh." ) It's just smth about how ummm. There's gonna be an inescapable change within the game (or world) and they know it. It totally sounds like a death omen ! like the sea of mud is a river to the afterlife !! or maybe just a path to something Else ?

[castrovulcant]

re: random-ass questions, what kinds of sims houses do you like to create? like are there any kind of features/rooms you love to include or do you like to go nuts with the landscaping or the shape of the building or the decorating?

Ohmygod if I could boot up my PC and show you I totally would (I haven't turned it on since last year).

I am absolutely terrible at house design, I can't place the windows correctly, I can't quite figure out room sizes and such, I overdo the lights. I essentially make one giant square/rectangle and then try to separate the rooms, but it always goes badly.

(this is all Sims 3+expansion packs, I didn't really do anything with the houses in Sims 2. I think I was 18 when I stopped playing 2 and stuck exclusively to 3)

So I always take a pre built house, I love making a basement in them as like a hidey hole for one specific sim, there's always a hobby room because I always have a sim be talented in one hobby and just dedicate the room to it. It also depends on what type of town I'm playing in, like Moonlight Falls always has an olde aesthetic, and gothic vibe, so although those houses will have technology, I redecorate the insides to have old looking furniture and decorations. Especially if I'm doing a vampire play through, I once went full in with a Vampire household with candles, chandeliers, stone walls, hidden door via bookcase. There's always a balcony too with a telescope, any chance to get them abducted by aliens.

Ooh, and because each sim has their own traits, each thing they paint looks different based upon that. I usually keep at least one painting of each size and keep it from each sim.

Aside from those few tidbits, I'm pretty generic when it comes to buildings, I give them a personality around the vibe of the Sims I've made (green thumbs have loads of flowers but I gave up with that one super quick because I couldn't stop the zombies.) but that's the extent of it. I love making things such bright colours, if there's a chance to use the colour wheel to change the colour of things I so do it, example being people and their clothes.

This must've been from around 2014, I made one family of different colours to see what colours the kids would be, then I altered an already existing family just to see how long it would take for the whole town to go from base game colours to different. (I found that on my Facebook profile whoops.)

(Side note, this ask made me boot it up on the Steam Deck and I forgot how small the flats are in Bridgeport, I'm dying this is so funny)

How about you, anon? Do you play the game and go nuts with landscaping or decorating?

[raerae2727]

When they blow up at you: multiple One Piece men x reader

You make them upset and they lose their temper + how they apologize

Includes: Ace, Kid, Law, Sanji, Crocodile, Doflamingo

GN! Reader, established relationship

Warnings: language, crocodile is neglectful and doffy is toxic, both reader and kid are lowkey toxic together, ace sanji and law’s parts are sweet tho💋

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Ace

He’s always pretty upbeat and tries not to show anger around you, but one day you make a joke that takes it too far. Your relationship had always been full of humor and you simply misunderstood what was acceptable to joke about and what wasn’t. You know you messed up when Ace goes quiet and puts his head down. You put your hand on his shoulder and frantically try to apologize, but he clearly isn’t having it as he stands and tries to walk away from you.

“Ace, wait! Listen!” You call as you try to pull him back, eager to explain yourself and properly apologize. He suddenly turns around and, in front of everyone, begins to lecture you.

“Why don’t you ever take anything seriously?”

Your guilt quickly turns to anger at the hypocrisy of Ace’s words. It always seemed to you that no joke was “too far” because of the way he so freely poked fun at you, your interests, and those you care about. How dare he pin this accusation on you?

“You’re the one who can’t take anything serious!” You respond, raising your voice louder than his.

He’s basically yelling when he responds, “At least I know where to draw the line!”

“What about all those times you made fun of me? Is it only an issue when I do it back?”

Everyone is staring at you two by this point, but all you can focus on is holding back tears when Ace yells, “I guess we just don’t go well together!” He slams his hand on the table, “Good luck finding someone else who’ll put up with you for as long as I have!”

Ashamed and heartbroken, you rush to your room and cry into your pillow. It feels like an eternity before you finally hear a knock on your door. You don’t respond but Ace opens it and lets himself in anyways, setting down his hat. He sits on the edge of your bed and breaks the silence with, “Good thing I stayed calm out there, right?”

Amazed that he still has the audacity to joke around, you sit up and scold, “Ace!”

He holds up his arms defensively. “Sorry, Sorry, I’m ready to talk about it if you are. And for the record, I love putting up with you.”

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Kid

Your relationship was always explosive because of your captain’s temper, but he must have already been on edge today because this was worse than usual. Killer wanted some rest so Kid is trying to make dinner for the crew, but he absolutely sucks at cooking. He refuses to listen to your advice and tension is growing as you continue to try and help.

“Stop being so controlling! I’m the captain here!”

The smell of burnt food is getting stronger, and you can’t help but take the pan off the burner yourself. “We’re hungry. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with just accepting help for once.” You try to keep your tone neutral to avoid a fight - which is clearly ineffective as Kid grabs you by the arm and pulls you outside of the kitchen.

“Why are you so set on embarrassing me in front of my crew!?” He shouts, gripping your shoulders.

You roll your eyes and speak calmly to make him feel like he’s overreacting. “It’s not that big of a deal. It would be more embarrassing if nobody was able to eat because your ego is too big to let me help.”

Kid is infamously bad with words, so he just responds by cursing and shoving you with much more force than intended. You go tumbling back until your head hits the wall and you fall to the floor. Kid looks shocked but before he can kneel down to help, you shoot up and shout, “What the fuck was that!?!”

“I don’t know!! Are you okay?” He yells back, panicked.

“No! I’m gonna tell Killer that you’re abusing me!” You scream, not realizing the whole ship can probably hear you two by now.

“No!” Kid responds fearfully, one-upping your volume and holding you in place by your shoulders again. “I swear I’ll always listen to you from now on! I promise! Please don’t tell on me, you know it was an accident!!”

Before you can scream back, the kitchen door swings open and you two stare at Killer like deer in headlights.

“Get in here and set the table. I knew you guys wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

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Law

Law always stretches himself too thin between working late, taking care of his crew, and making sure they don’t get themselves in too much trouble. He must have been losing a lot of sleep because of this, as he’s asking you to bring him his 4th cup of coffee today and it’s not even noon.

You tell him, “I don’t think I should do that, babe. I’m sorry. You should get some rest instead.” His under eye bags are especially dark today and his hair is messy.

“I have to get this done,” he responds calmly, though you can detect a hint of annoyance in his tone. “Can you at least get someone else to make it?”

When you go behind him and rub his shoulders, he sighs and leans back in his chair. He must be exhausted. “Please, babe?” He asks once more.

“Law, you of all people should know the importance of rest.”

He pulls away from your touch and crooks his neck to look in your eyes. “And you, of all people, should appreciate the work your captain does to keep this crew out of harm’s way.” He doesn’t yell, but the scolding tone of his voice hurts you more than yelling ever could. He stands up and walks to the kitchen, presumably to make his own coffee, and you follow behind. “Can’t you just give me some alone time for once?” He snaps.

You’re growing increasingly frustrated at Law’s stubborn attitude. “You need to rest! I’m not going to leave you alone when you’re putting your health at risk.”

“Sometimes,” he grabs you by the chin and leans in, “I have to make sacrifices for this crew. Be thankful.” You can’t help but start to tear up. His harsh words stung extra when he looked at you like that. Law lets go of you and his gaze softens when he realizes how upset he’s made you. The tone of the conversation immediately shifts. “Sorry, I-” he pauses, “I didn’t realize you cared that much.”

“Of course I care.” You cry. “I love you.” You pull him into a hug and he leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“I’ll take a nap if you promise to stop crying.” He whispers, rubbing your back.

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Sanji

“Can you add a dash of salt to the soup, love?” Asks your boyfriend. He’s recently taken to including you while he cooks, which is an honor coming from someone who takes it so seriously. He’s gentle, patient, and excessively romantic with you in every aspect of the relationship, though sometimes finds himself being a bit more firm when cooking. You waltz across the kitchen, handing over him a knife, stirring a pot, or cleaning dishes for Sanji, whose hand finds your waist each time you pass. You dip your finger into the sauce he’s making and give it a taste.

“It’s good, maybe a bit bland though,” you comment.

“Noted, head chef,” he teases back playfully while accepting your criticism and adding more seasoning. When you go to take another taste, your elbow knocks over an inconveniently placed jar of olive oil, spilling it into the sauce and all over the counter.

“Shit! I’m sorry Sanji, I’ll clean it up.” He looks a bit disappointed, but gives you a soft smile and pat on the back.

“Don’t worry love, it happens,” his tone shifts to something more firm yet still gentle, “but we only have one jar left, so try to be a bit more careful for me in the future, yea?”

“It won’t happen again, promise.” Your mistake makes you shaky with nervousness because you know how seriously Sanji takes food waste. When you reach for a towel to clean up the oil, of course you accidentally knock over a pepper shaker. It falls to the ground and shatters, pepper corns bouncing all across the floor.

Panicked, you stutter out a pleading apology while you scramble to find a broom. “Oh my god babe, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I’m so clumsy to-”

“How about you just leave the cooking to me.”

You look up, surprised at his stern voice. He doesn’t look back at you, just grips the handle of his mixing spoon angrily. Your heart drops into your stomach in shame.

“Go find someone else to help me clean up this mess, okay?” You can tell he’s trying his absolute hardest to contain his disappointment, but it’s still evident in his tone. You silently leave the kitchen, embarrassed tears stinging your eyes.

You try to calm yourself down in your room before dinner, you don’t want any of your crew mates to know about your humiliating mistakes. Not even five minutes after you had left the kitchen though, your door swings open. Sanji is on his knees with a bouquet of flowers and big puppy dog eyes looking up at you.

“I have no words to describe how sorry I am for getting upset at you. My anger was a bigger mistake than any amount of spilled food.” Your emotions quickly turn upside down and you laugh at the dramatic display.

“Sanji! I should be the one apologizing!” You run up to him and pull him into a tight hug. You reassure him, “It’s okay to get frustrated sometimes. I’m not mad!” He lets out a relieved sigh and squeezes you tight.

Smelling the bouquet, you ask, “Where did you even get these?”

“I have a stash,” and you both burst into laughter.

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Crocodile

It seems like all he does is work, and you’re fed up with it. You get so bored sitting around in Crocodile’s mansion all day while he’s locked up in his office. Luckily, he left the door ajar today and you’ll be able to force him to give you the attention you deserve. You slink through the door and hoist yourself up onto the edge of his oversized desk.

“What.” He says gruffly, not looking up from his papers.

“I’m booored,” you whine, swinging your feet, “wanna go swimming?”

Crocodile sighs and rubs his temple in annoyance, still not looking up. “Go fetch me a drink and I’ll consider it.”

“No you won’t!” You argue, “you always say that!”

He slams a fist on the table and finally looks up to meet your eyes. “Maybe I would want to spend more time with you if you weren’t so whiny! Now go!”

You’re shocked and hurt by his unexpected anger and leave defeated, looking back one last time to see him continuing his work, seemingly unbothered.

Later that night, as you’re lying in bed reading, you hear the door softly creak open. Crocodile is holding an unopened expensive perfume with a ribbon tied around it.

“I know I haven’t had a lot of time for you lately, and I’m sorry.” He sighs, setting the gift on your nightstand and undoing his tie. “We’ll go swimming next week, I promise.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting into his robe.

As you drift off to sleep, you look at the various expensive gifts he’s gotten you as apologies, knowing he will never follow through with his promises.

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Doflamingo

Making Doflamingo angry is always the last thing you want to do, but his immature sense of entitlement can be infuriating. The two of you were watching the sunset by the poolside and discussing your latest reads while waiting on a servant to bring another bottle of wine. You didn’t notice how long it was taking until he brought it up.

“What’s taking that damn worm so long?” What’s so hard about fetching a bottle of wine?” The veins in his forehead started to bulge, a telltale sign of his annoyance.

You take his hand in yours and rub your thumb into his palm, trying desperately to keep him calm. “I’m sure it’ll be here soon, Doffy. Let’s not worry about it for now - keep telling me about your book.”

He could see right through you. Any attempt at influencing his emotions always only made it worse.

“Don’t baby me. This is an act of utter insolence and I don’t know why you expect me to tolerate it.” He slaps your hand away. “I’ll give that rat a piece of my mind once it gets here.” As much as you want to just leave it at that and enjoy the rest of your evening, your unrest with Doflamingo’s behavior has been growing for weeks and you speak before you can think.

“Can’t we just have one nice evening where you don’t have to abuse someone over the tiniest thing? It’s just some wine, we’ll live.” You’re terrified to see his frown turn into a wide grin as he starts to laugh.

“Have you forgotten who I am? Who you have the privilege of being close to?” With one sweep of his arm he knocks your glass off the table, shattering it and making you jump in fear. “Get out of my sight,” He hisses.

Offended by his quick switch-up, you bargain, “Doffy, can’t we just talk abou-”

“Out!” He yells. “And that’s Young Master to you!”

You scurry inside the palace, knowing things could get ugly if you chose to stick around. You wait all night for him to come knocking on your door with a superficial apology, even a passive aggressive one, but he never shows.

That petty man child was avoiding you. A whole week goes by before you even see his face. As you’re playing chess with Diamanté (who’s even more insufferable) to pass the time, you find yourself wishing you were with Doflamingo instead. As if on cue, he struts in and ruffles your hair from behind.

“What do you say we go share a drink together, just you and me, hm?” He muses, rubbing your shoulders as if he hadn’t just disappeared for a week. Your anger towards him subsides at his touch. You know you only feel this way because of his manipulative charm, but you let yourself love Doffy anyway.

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[crunchystarz]

Hii! Thanks for clarifying your character limit! ＼(^o^)／

I wanted to request Housewardens hearing the readers voice for the first time, even tho they thought reader was completely mute. Like the reader never communicated verbally and normally always talks in sign language and then they suddenly hear them speak, even if their voice is rather quiet. When asked why they never communicate verbally, if they can speak, they answer that talking verbally is really exhausting for them and not something they like doing, which is also the main reason they learned sign language.

Take your time and thank you!! (´^ω^`)

"YOU CAN SPEAK?!?

Housewardens (separately) x GN!reader

Summary: You're a quiet person in the sense you don't talk ever. People learned to communicate with you in other ways however what happens when you speak around the housewardens suddenly.

Cw- Reader isn't explicitly mentioned to be yuu, Could be read as romantic or platonic, slight crack (ish) , Leona calls you little mouse.

A/N : I'm backkk from my hiatus that was way longer than expected Sorry this took SO long to get out and a bit shorter than I'd like, I just hate Azul so much that writing for him had me losing my mind/j(all jokes aside I had some personal stuff AND school was alot LMAO so I just couldn't find the time but I hope you enjoy regardless) (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)-your fav vamp

Riddle Rosehearts

The redheaded boy was lost in thought. He subconsciously tapped his foot impatiently. Ace and Deuce had promised to be on time. Of course, in traditional adeuce fashion, the two are nowhere to be seen.

The housewarden grumbles to himself. He doesn't hear when footsteps pitter-patter into the room. You watch him quietly as usual. You're quick to realize that he's busy in his head and didn't notice your presence. it was hard to get his attention whenever he's like this.

"Why, Good morning, Riddle!"

A quiet and almost meek voice catches him off guard. He quickly turns to the owner of the voice, only to be met with you a teasing smile was plastered on your face.

His round gray eyes somehow got bigger. His face full of shock. He clears his throat, trying to remain his usual professional self. A hand finds his chest.

He had never heard you speak before. It didn't make communication any different for him since he already had some prior knowledge of sign language. You were more than happy when you found out. So hearing your actual voice had taken him back a bit.

"[Name], you sure did startle me there …I wasn't aware you could —"

"Speak?" You responded. Again, voice quiet just like before.

Riddle let out a hum before nodding his head. He glanced away, his cheeks tinged the lightest shade of pink. “Yes, that. I just…simply hadn’t heard you before."

You chuckled a bit at his flustered appearance and leaned forward a bit with your hands behind your back. “I didn’t have anything important to say,” you murmured."… It's more ideal for me to stay quiet," you continued with a shrug. He hummed again, not making eye contact.

“…You were waiting for Ace and Deuce,” you said after a beat, the corner of your mouth twitching just a little. Taking amusement in Riddles stunned state, “Should I scold them for you?”

That earned a laugh. A real one, short but still genuine. Riddle looked at you. Not used to your voice one bit. You could see it on his face even if he tried to remain unfazed

“Tempting,” he said, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. “But I’m sure I’ll have the pleasure myself soon enough.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, placing a hand over your mouth as you did. The sound of loud footsteps started to rapidly approach. There in the doorway stood Ace and Deuce, both wearing an awkward expression. Clearly out of breath, as they had ran. Riddle looked anything but impressed, arms crossed.

“You're late,” He spoke, placing a hand on his hip. Ace let out a nervous chuckle while Deuce just smiled sheepishly. You giggled before nodding and pointing to the door. The three understood you were taking your leave. They waved. Before you could fully make your way out, you turned back.

“ Go easy on 'em, Riddle,” is all you said before walking away. You wished you could see the shock on their face. The housewarden couldn't help but chuckle at your antics.

Leona Kingscholar

In the botanical garden the lion beast man lay basking in the sun. He rolled over from his side to his back letting his tail fall into his lap. His ears flickered at a sound. He grumbles one eye opening.

"I know you're here herbivore" He spoke turning his head in the direction you were coming from. You poked your head from behind a bush.

Since you didn't talk you and Leona made up a small "game" over some time. How close you could get to catching him off guard. You often try and sneak up on him but with his heightened sense well almost everything it never really worked. He'd always catch you by the sound of your movements or your general scent.

You learned to be a bit quicker and quieter on your feet but turns out you weren't careful enough. You pouted before walking over and plopping down next to him.

"you're never gonna surprise me by sneaking up on me like that you know" He chuckled, voice cocky. You couldn't help but raise a brow. You poked the inside of your cheek, before an idea hit you. Maybe you didn't have to sneak up on him to catch him off guard.

"is that so?"

His emerald eyes quickly shot open. His ears laid flat. A soft voice. Quiet but very much there. Leona looked around but there was no one else around.

"That was you?" He said. Clearly he knew the answer he was just still in a bit of shock. Baffled even. You nodded, you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

"Maybe" you said placing a finger on your lips. Forging a fake coy smile. The brunette rolled his eyes. His tail playfully smacks you causing you to scoot back and glare at him. He just closes his eyes and lays back down.

"I guess I finally win" you spoke again hands falling into your lap. That earns a deep chuckle to emerge from his chest.

"Dirty move herbivore, but I can't help but respect the play" he said with a shrug "Didn't know ya had a voice thought you were just a silent lil mouse " He continued, voice teasing. You huffed and sat back.

"Why haven't you talked before, thought you were mute this whole time" Leona said breaking the silence.

"I just never really felt like it, it's always been exhausting me I suppose" You mumbled. He let out a hum in acknowledgement.

"Can't blame you, people are a pain to talk to— you almost gave me a heart attack though don't go 'round just scarin' me like that" The lion teased.

You giggled before flopping your body next to his. "You just sound like a sore loser to me Kingscholar" You huffed smiling. He opened one eye to look down at you. Eyes closed, snuggling closer into his side. He couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"if I'm anything it's not that little mouse" He responded , shifting to flick your forehead. You moved back a bit and stuck out your tongue. "What you do like my voice" you jokingly retaliated.

“Nah, your voice suits you,” he added casually before relaxing his body and letting an arm drape over you like a blanket. He soon felt himself drift back into a slumber syncing his breathing with your own.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul stared at the paper in from of him for some time. He kept pushing the pen down with a click. His mind seemingly wondered. He needed help reviews on which new dish he should add to the mostro lounge menu. However the tweels were not any help.

He couldn't seem to get anyone to give an honest opinion. Maybe he should go to Ruggie? He'd do anything for free food. He'd have to track him down first. Sevens know what work Leona has him running around doing. He groaned and placed his head in his hands. It wasn't anything to get work up over he told himself. He'd figure it out.

As if the sevens heard him the answer to his problems walked through the door. You waved from the doorway. He smiled and sat up.

"Ah [Name]! Perfect timing" He spoke clasping his hands together. You tilted your head.

You somehow end up in mostro lounge sitting with three meals in front of you. The first two were okay. Azul slid over the third plate.

He watched as your eyes basically turned into stars. He smiled at your reaction wtched as devoured the food in front of you.

"I presume you enjoy that one the most yes?"

"it's delicious!"

"Yes I s- [Name] did you just speak" Azul said with a smile still on his face. On the outside he was calm and collected. On the inside everything went off balance.

You nodded and swallowed what was left in your mouth. "Yeah it's so good this one should get added!" You chirped.

He clears his throat trying to ignore the way so many questions flooded his head.Azul sat back slowly, hands folding in front of him like he was trying to ground himself. “Forgive me, but… I was under the impression that you were nonverbal.”

You looked down at your plate, fingers brushing over the edge. “I usually am. Talking’s… hard. Not like physically, just—draining” you explained.

Azul’s brows knit together, he just hummed"…I see,” he finally said, placing a hand in his chin. “Then I must thank you. You chose to use your voice here. With me.”

You nodded, still a little shy, and Azul’s lips formed a faint smile—genuine this time, not his usual polished expression.

“In that case,” he said, picking up a pen and notepad, “I’d be a poor host if I didn’t let your taste decide our next special.”

Kalim Al Asim

The house warden tugged at your sleeve as he led you somewhere. Where? You don't know— you never know with Kalim honestly. He wanted to show you something he said. You were silent the whole walk just letting him tug you along

Kalim was used to your silence. From the moment you met, he never once made you feel strange for only using sign language. He tried to pick up some sign language turnng it into game...even if he wasn't the best. He'd cheer every time he got a phrase right. He never pushed, never asked why you didn’t speak. He just… accepted you. He never expected you to speak.

He was so excited he seemed a bit zoned out only having tunnel vision for where he needed to go. You had a bit of a hard time keeping up with his fast pace..

"Kalim slow down!" You yelped. You had tripped on the uneven flooring, stumbling forward slightly. He quickly let go and turned all his attention to check if you were alright. He gave you a sympathetic look.

"oh I'm sorry! You okay [Name?]" Kalim asked with a pout. You nodded and he smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good sorry sometimes I get carried away" He chuckled. It got quite for a bit. Then it hit him. Gears finally started to turn. Kalim froze completely. His red eyes went huge.

"You talk?!" He shouted. You covered your mouth as you tried not to laugh at his dramatic reaction.

"That is so cool!" Kalim beamed. He grabbed your hands lifting them a bit. It was such a small thing for him to be excited about. Reacting as if you speaking was mind blowing.

"it's really not that big of a deal, I just don't like talking all too much, it's a bit draining" you laughed nervously. Kalim paused, squeezing your hands gently.

“Then don’t ever feel like you have to. I love your signing! But—thank you. For trust and choosing to share your voice with me 'n stuff ” He ranted, his smile softened, radiating nothing but pure warmth. You nodded and let him proceed to drag you along. The whole time he was asking you questions, swinging your arms back and forth.

Vil Schönheit

Vil hummed to himself as he applied the finishing touches on your face. You shudder as the cool liquid eyeliner was brushed in the creases of your eyes. He pulled away and examined you, hand gently gripping your chin and angling your head where he desired.

He smiled before turning his attention to the earrings that sat hooked up on the vanity. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked back and forth between the two pairs. You tilt your head and sign 'whats wrong'. Vil just lets out a sigh and shakes his head. He places a hand on his chin.

"It's nothing it just appears I am having trouble deciding which pair would complete the look more " He finally spoke. You met out a hum and shifted in your seat to get a better look at the jewelry. Perfectly manicured hands lifted the jewels up and placed either one of them on each side of your face.

"What do you think [Name]?" He asked looking for your reaction. He expected you to point at whichever one you decided you liked more instead you surprised him.

"I think the purple pair compliments the eyeshadow you choose more" You explained, voice soft.

"I suppose you're core— erk"

You had never seen Vil make such an expression not even in the movies he acts in. He blinked slowly before gaining his composer once more. This wasn't the oddest thing to happen suddenly in his career. Regardless hearing your voice understandably surprised him. Clearing his throat he sat down the earrings.

"You sure did catch me off guard, Darling" He said with a little chuckle. You felt a cheeky smile spread across your face. You sat back and shrugged forging innocence.

"You react as if you haven't heard my voice before" you teased. The model raised a brow at your antics.

"Yes almost as if" he replied sarcastically. You let out a giggle as he threaded the earrings with the purple gems through your ear lobe. "Talking is simply a chore no?" You said snuggly as he pulled back.

"Can't say I disagree with that statement, and your choice of jewelry either" He spoke with a smile.

Idia Shroud

You laid in Idia's lap listening to the sound of his controller. You had started to drift off as the night stretched on. Idia had been gaming for quite a while. You were originally watching him play as usual but soon you found yourself laying your head on his lap as he still continued to play his game.

Idia didn't talk much on the regular but in his element he could yap up a storm. It was perfect for you two since you didn't talk at all and he didn't like much conversation but you still listened when he did end up talking. Nights where he'd end up mumbling mostly to himself and you listened weren't uncommon.

You cracked one of your eyes open. The housewarden kept grumbling about being stuck at the level he was currently on. Too stubborn to look at any tutorials and was planning on going through trial and error. Luckily you knew how to gety past the level having already played a while back.

It was rare for you to know something about a game Idia didn't. Sleepily you shifted and pointed at the character on his screen." You have to go back the way you came, the parkour was supposed to be impossible " you mumbled before yawning.

Idia let out a yelp at the sudden voice. He looked around before looking down at you. You lay smug and very very sleepy in his lap. Shock was plastered on his face. He couldn't even form proper words just stuttered.

"[Name]?!?" He finally got out. Yellow eyes wide as ever. You shifted to where your cheek rested on his thigh. You simply hummed in response.

"You talk ! " He exclaimed. You didn't respond properly just nodded and snuggled closer. He let out a huff still completely baffled that you had said anything at all. He couldn't question you as you had already fallen asleep by the time he finally collected himself.

Malleus Draconia

The dragon fae quietly watched as you struggled to get a book from a high shelf. You had come to the school library to find a book on a certain plant for professor Crewel's class however the book you needed was unfortunately out of reach.

"Struggling Child of a man?" A cool voice said as Malleus suddenly appeared behind you. Startling you enough to cause you to jump. You turned and glared at him, narrowing your eyes. He just smiled showing off his fangs.

"Apologizes I did not intend to scare you" He chuckled. His eyes wandered back up to the book you had been struggling to obtain just a few fleeting moments ago. Slender fingers easily grabbed the hook and brought it down to your level.

"I believe this was what you were looking for correct" Malleus said with a slight amount of mischief lacing his words. You rolled your eyes and gently took the book from him.

"For a prince you sure are cheeky when you want to be huh" You mumbled. Now it was time for him to be startled . His green eyes shot open. You smirked at his expression. You tried to keep down the giggle that was going to erupt from your chest.

"I wasn't aware you spoke..." he mumbled suddenly the teasing Malleus disappeared. "Well speaking is very tiring do I don't do it much" you replied simply. He let out a hum and nodded his head.

"And my teasing behavior was enough for you to speak" he mumbled almost to himself. You giggled and rolled your eyes, gently flicking his arm. "Yes"

"I am truly honored that you decide to use your voice around myself" he dramatically said. You sighed and just smiled at his sincerity.

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