#sorry for the delay TvT

[dragongutsixofficial]

Whenever I work with Byleth I have her be crap at magic.

Couldn't tell you why, I think she's quite good with everything else. Preference for the swords. Her being crap at magic just speaks to me I guess. She tries so hard at white magic though. All she wants is to be able to help her kiddos if they get hurt! She does get it eventually, but it is a struggle to get there. It'd be her budding talent I guess.

So anyway I was curious, how's Siyn on the weapons aptitude front? What's their boon and bane, if they got one?

(Assuming that is what Awakening calls it...)

HEY remember this ask ??? I've finally finished it !!! =D

Hehehe that's very interesting and also is gonna allow me to dive a little deeper into the physical manifestation of Siyn's character development.

First things first, when I first created Siyn, I decided it'd be interesting to translate some of the ways i played in-game to how her abilities would evolve. Right off the bat, i could see a few things i always did:

start with a sword as her main weapon

and immediately start practicing the bow on the side because archers are some of my favorite units ever thanks to Takumi.

This usually meant that by the time the timeskip rolled around, she was proficient enough in both weapons.

After timeskip though, I most always have a realization that although as the Enlightened One she should be able to do magic I haven't done sh*t in that regard.

This means that a significant part of the timeskip is spent working on her magic abilities, whether offensive or defensive (but mostly offensive since I have a number of well-prepped healers by that point)

So I had a few things to work with and with time she grew a lot. In the end, here's what I came up with, some of it purposefully, some of it not.

Siyn isn't the best at magic in general, and she doesn't necessarily try to be either. At best, she knows a healing spell or two, but nothing much.

However, Siyn loves tea, and drinks a lot of it.

What does that have to do with anything I hear you ask ? Well, as someone who drank a lot of tea before Byleth was even around and saw them as my kin because of said heavy consumption of warm tasty heavenly liquid, I know for a fact that I spend my time forgetting I've got a cup somewhere and by the time I remember it, it's cold. And I thought, it'd be very sad if Siyn was condemned to drinking cold tea for the rest of her life. So, I decided I'd give her the ability to warm her cup of tea with a really minor fire spell; nothing concretely usef on the battlefield. I came to really like this little detail about her because that is something she learnt to do entirely for herself, just because: which is important in Byleth's journey of self-discovery and an act of self-love. At that time, i didn't really think anything more of it.

In the end however, Siyn ended up blowing way out of proportion and out of my control. In particular, her identity crisis and conflict with Rhea made her a far more emotional character than I had anticipated- but she doesn't always know how to process emotions that strong.

She started using a bit of her fire magic on the battlefield, mostly as a way to enhance the damage dealt by her weapons or simply her fists. However, this didn't mean that it had to go any further. Until.

I think the anguish or concern she feels for her students would eventually make her snap and send her into an unimaginable state of anger and sorrow- and she'd want to burn those responsible for their suffering to a crisp, until the only thing left are ashes. And since fire needs to be incredibly hot in order to completely consume a corpse...

... This would eventually lead her to master blue fire (2500°C to 3000°C).

However, it's only after she finally comes to terms with her own nature and identity that she finally manages to master fire magic entirely, by making white fire (which the internet has told me is the hottest but I can't find it anymore, and even if it ain't it's a fantasy universe so i can do what i want), which is reminiscent of the Enlightened One's color scheme at the very moment she "becomes human again"- signifying her acceptance of both parts of herself.

[owlyflufff]

2 questions:

1. How is your day going? (Did u eat anything tasty?)

2. Do you have any bokuaka fic recs?

Hello anon!

First of all, I want to apologize so much for the SEVERE delay on this ask since I've been very busy and kind of overwhelmed the past few months (which explains my severe inactivity)!!!

As to answer your questions:

My day has been really well, thank you so much <33! I got to prepare my favorite food for breakfast too so it's been a good day. Hope that you manage to eat well and eat something tasty just as much, don't forget to drink water while you're at it!

For this ask, I'd just like to say that I'm a really simple person when it comes to fics TvT I'm not very choosy and I'll read what I can get xD! I suppose I only draw the line when I don't click well with the characterization of bokuaka. Also there are a few things I do just want to give as a heads up and I'm sorry if I disappoint TvT: - I don't personally read smut fics for bokuaka, or any fics for that matter. I will confirm that I don't mind people who like smut or anything r18! I wholeheartedly respect their tastes and interests and won't hinder them for enjoying what they read, smut I suppose is just something that doesn't click with me so my apologies there :<< - I'm not big on multiple chapter fics and I'm more of a oneshot person ^^; I have read a few here and there but with a busy schedule, it's hard for me to read multiple chapter fics and I want to enjoy and appreciate the work an author placed into their fic so I don't often read multiple chapter fics! So do expect all of these admittedly to be oneshots So with that here's I suppose a list of fics that I enjoyed <33 1. fine line by starsqwub - starting off with a multi-chapter fic xD but a very lovely and sweet one for that matter! I really love the writing style and the characterization. Akaashi pov of him yearning for Bokuto gets me all happy and it's honestly a well written story. Genuinely one of my favorites of all time <33 2. Frosted Breath by Oliver__Niko - bokuaka cute ice skating date! 3. Crisis 42 by ostentatiouslyrealistic - bokuaka being bokuaka during the festive Christmas season (ft. kuroken as well <33) 4. safe spaces by mysticTwirl - in where akaashi is the big spoon >:33 5. level of concern by chimera (emptyheadspace) - bokuaka sickfic !! 6. Drowning by letshiyori - I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a married bokuaka fic in here so married bokuaka fic here! Special mention to the one and only @mari-writes who makes lots of lovely bokuaka fics! I adore her writing style and characterization <33 My personal favorite is Gentle , do check out her ao3 she has a lot of wholesome and lovely bokuaka fics and I can't recommend her enough! Here's a link to her ao3: Mari_Writes This is honestly a short list and I want to apologize as well for it TvT I have a much LONGER list but my bookmarks are all over the place from years of reading bokuaka fics and I have yet to organize my fics so if there ever comes a time I have the willpower and time to make a gsheets I shall and share it here <33! Thank you again for the ask anon! Hope you have a lovely morning/afternoon/evening <33

[narejane]

K I'm all done sorry about the delay the canvas crashed right where I finished it lol TvT

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I'm sorry it's not good y'all TnT

[yingjiaoyue]

Jiao Yue's Ex Reference Sheet

Meet Dong Syaoran! (His name means "Winter Wolf")...

He was born at a highly respectable family. He's currently 27. He's smart, naturally charming, strategic, and presentable to the public. He owns a restaurant in the city and knows a lot about entrepreneurship. He was also one of Mr. Ying's partners in business. But despite all that good public picture, he's not the kind of person most people think he is...

Syaoran & Jiao Yue's History...

(W: Toxic Relationship)

As mentioned, they used to date back at high-school. Though things happened and Jiao Yue had to left him. But why?...

As I've said, Syaoran isn't the perfect kind of man most people think he is because he is actually manipulative, controlling, and possessive towards her before. Back when they were still dating, whenever Syaoran didn't get what he wanted, he tended to let out his anger or frustration towards Jiao Yue. When Syaoran does something wrong to Jiao Yue, he gaslights her that it wasn't his fault. He also constantly uses emotional manipulation to get what he wants from her (validation, trust, materialistic items, etc.) Their relationship lasted for about 2 years and a half, starting from he was 18 to 20.

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During the first year of their relationship, Jiao Yue and Syaoran had an ideal relationship. They were both comfortable with each other, safe and happy too. But it changed when Jiao Yue tells Syaoran about her true identity (her being a senri) and that she may have hunt people before and killed them when she was venting to him. Syaoran felt a bit uneasy though he didn't want to show he was scared so starting from that day, he shows little signs of dominance towards their relationship and would also begin to get toxic towards her. Syaoran would constantly say things like:

"You think you're better than me?" (Dominance assertion)

"I gave you everything I had!" (Guilt-tripping)

"Are you going to cheat on me?" (Making her look like she's the toxic)

"How could you say that! It was never my fault! If you didn't brought that discussion up then we wouldn't be fighting, you started this!" (Gaslighting)

Etc- (other toxic stuff)

___

Jiao Yue finally ends up leaving him when she also caught him cheating on her with another girl. Of course, she also decided to delete and remove all contact she has on him and had gained a lot of issues from now and then. (Trust Issues, Attachment-Issues, Being Emotionally Unstable, Constantly needing Reassurance, Etc.) But now at least he is out from her life..... for now.

Extra Note

Their ship name is called "SnowMoon" cuz yeh brr

Ngl... I may reconsider of bringing Syaoran to the comic for some angst <3

Oh and drama for Lunareclipse/Bluemoon..

So yeah, that's all! Sorry for the delay ahh school so busy TvT.. I will be answering any questions about Syaoran! :3

[ttshihiro]

Hello! Could we have a second part of inkigayo with Heizou and Wanderer, then? I loved what you wrote, it's so creative and your writing is very pleasing! 😄

INKIGAYO! (2) genre: romance, fluff, tinge of crack(?) pairing/s: 6reeze (Wanderer & Heizou) x gn!idol!reader summary: In where 4nemo's new editions lose a bet and have to give you, their fellow idol, their number in the form of an inkigayo sandwich!

a/n: Sorry for the delay! I didn't expect to have this req so soon oml TT TT you guys consume content FAST like omg don't stop over a hundred notes in only a few days I'm so kinikilig sainyo ( 〃▽〃) (no proofread TT TT)

FIRST PART!

DCKZ version!

It had only been a month since Heizou and Scara had been accepted as new members of 4NEMO. They've considered re-naming theirselves as 6REEZE until the realization of not having the budget to do so.

With their appearance, their fanbase had gotten as active as ever. Already spurring fanpages, edits, fanfiction and all kinds of demands for more content.

Now with the upcoming inkigayo in a few days, they were quick to notify their fanbase of this, assuring everyone that their new editions would be showing up, serving them the meal they have been pleading for.

And so they were, standing in place with one's phone propped on a tripod a good distance away from them. The last dance before they would head out for lunch.

"Hey," Venti spoke up, earning curious glances from those beside him, a hum from the rest infront.

"You guys up for a bet?" Mischief laced his tone as his members groaned at the suggestion.

"Gods, never again." "Come on dude.."

"What? Come on! It'll be fun, right newbies?" He looks at Heizou and Scara expectantly, smiling.

The pair looks at eachother in a "why not" or "what could go wrong" manner, "both" taking it as a friendly competition before taking on Venti's offer.

"Just don't mess up.." He grins deviously before music began to blare from the room's speakers.

WANDERER!

He grimaces when they point out his mistake in the choreography. It would've been subtle to the audience. Yet, easy to spot for their previous main dancer.

Admittedly, the sub vocalist is quite competitive, stubborn in a way. But it wasn't anything new or of much struggle for 4NEMO. Most had expected him to be more in tune with Xiao. Though to their surprise, he most especially got along with Kazuha despite their contrasting personalities. Could it have been from Scara taking over his role as their sub vocalist.

"You poor thing.. Goodluck." Aether cooes in a jokingly sympathetic tone as he pats Scara on the back, earning a confused glare.

Sighing exasperatedly, he crosses his arms on his chest, shifting his hips to the side slightly.

"What're you up to.." He asks Venti who had an annoyingly smug grin on his lips, oh so punchable.

Even more punchable when he explained his consequence for messing up. Given that they talked about their "celebrity crushes" when getting to know the two, he used it to his advantage.

He grumbles under his breath as he slips his handwritten number, wrapped in it's own thin plastic in between the sandwhich before putting it back in it's bag, zipped sealed.

🎎— Scara fiddles with the sandwich in his hands as he impatiently waits for your arrival, leg bouncing as time passed. He wondered if you were even coming.

He wasn't all thrilled with this, neither was he going to back down from it.

It hadn't been that long since your last interaction with him anyway, you happened to pass by 4NEMO on break and congratulate him and Heizou, along as warn them about the havoc that the original four would cause.

He swallows the lump in his throat when he sees you enter the venue, happily conversing with Bennett, TVT DREAM's leader and overall one of the youngest idols in the agency.

He stands up from his seat, grabbing everyone from his table's attention when he walked over to you with confidence, albeit a bit nervous.

"(Name)!" He calls out. Unsure of how else to greet you, he smiles awkwardly, handing you the sandwich with a shaky, maybe a bit sweaty hand.

In confusion, you take the sandwich from Scara with a smile, about to greet him before he walked away without further explanation.

HEIZOU! 101% not biased

He sighs, disappointed with his performance as he did notice his own mistake in the choreography.

Watching the footage, it was hard not to miss as he had blended it almost perfectly with the actual choreo, Kazuha was most definitely impressed.

"I'm convinced you two are related at this point." Venti jokes. Though they had to agree, there was a resemblance between the two, friendly demeanor along with the ability to think in the moment, replacing forgotten steps in the matter of seconds. They truly picked the right person for the job.

Unsure of your tastes, he buys a sandwich he hopes is exceptional for you, slipping his number in the bag lazily.

🔎— Heizou taps his finger against the table, eyes attentively scanning over the idols in the venue in search of you.

The situation didn't visibly faze the boy. He had just simply thought of every possible conversation starter in hopes of being able to talk with you outside work.

It wasn't that long until he caught glimpse of you, sitting alongside and chatting with TVT DREAM's visual, Xingqiu. Your conversation didn't appear to be anything professional or of significance. He knows that the young man with you was new to such duties of an idol, perhaps you were coaching him?

Shaking off his thoughts, he watched as Xingqiu stood from his seat, bowing in what seemed to be a thanks, smiling down at you lightly. Perfect

Clearing his throat, Heizou stands up, grasping the sandwich in his hands with a firm sense of gentleness as he walked over to you; which you noticed, giving him a smile as you watched him making his way towards you.

"Hey." He was now standing infront of you, waving friendlily as he smiles at you.

"Here," He slides the sandwhich on the table towards you, that you stilled with your hand.

"May I.. sit with you?"

[yuniniverse]

OH MY GODDDDD YOUR ACCOUNT IS THE BEST TBH ugh i am so lucky i wanna gate keep like girl you are too good to be trueeee i have been reading for a while and now i wanna make a lil request it goes smth like this we all know minjae hates being called short what if he finds a friend that hypes him up and tells him they are the same and stuff like that and they are friends from the same training program and she was under sm like him back then and stuff like that idk sorry if i bothered but really girl i love like I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOOOO MUCHHHH 🩷🩷🩷

PAIRING !  ━ idol!minjae x idol!reader

GENRE !  ━ Friends to strangers(?) To lovers, fluff, seems rushed I'm so sorry TvT, slight angst

WORD COUNT !  ━ 2445 words

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ I kid you not when I saw this I nearly cried because of how sweet you are :( I'm so sorry for the delay love uni is shit esp with all my sem end exams but thank God I have a few days off so I can work back on requests~ I hope you like it <3

SONG RECCS ! ━ Stardust Lovesong by Jihyo, Whispers of Love by Lim Hayoung

dm to be in my taglist!!

The speakers blared through the studio while minjae sat in one corner, his head turned to face the computer that lit the dim room and played their debut song, spacing out completely, draining out the noise to muffled sound of the song as his mind thinks of a hundred things, things that made him feel not so great, mad even.

Recalling memories of how excited he was a week back, jumping around like a kangaroo as his members gave him a playful questioning look as they all looked at their first ever concert costumes. Everyone was busy talking about it, the maknaes calling junghoon to brag about how excited they were and showed off a few steps as spoilers for the concert as they huddled together and screamed at junghoon who just wanted to sleep if it weren't for seeun spamming his phone and disrupting his peaceful slumber.

The entire way from KQ to their venue Minjae was the happiest and didn't even try to hide it, he dragged his members around to make tiktoks that he could post later and even dragged yujun around forcing the poor boy, who just wanted to eat in peace,the venue which seemed so pretty to him. But it all dimmed when he saw all the members get compliments while he just got taunted for his height, he loved roadys and sure they were just joking around, but he can't help but feel hurt.

"MINJAE!" He snaps out of trance, jumping on his feet as he hears you scream his name, "you spaced out for a while, you ok?" You asked. Minjae smiled, he knew if anyone only you would understand his struggles, both of you were the leaders of your group and have been training together, transferring from sm to kq and helping each other with debuting. He shook his head and stood up, making his way to you as he put on a forced smile. You on the other hand knew something was going on, your worries only grew when you saw a tear slip from his eye, which he immidiately wiped off, looking away in order to avoid your upcoming lecture. You only hugged him to which he responded back by hugging you, his embrace grew tighter as he did his best to hold back tears but let go as soon as he felt your hand rub circles on his back, his mother would always rub circles on his back whenever he was down or was afraid he wouldn't debut and you stood there watching with a smile, this gesture made him realise he was homesick too but couldn't go back home yet. He couldn't help but cry onto your shoulder to which you could only console him by back rubs. "Sorry" he mumbled as he snuggled and wiped away his tears, backing away from the hug. Confused, you ask why and he says "You're leaving next week for your groups tour and promotions, the last thing you'd want to see is me crying" he says as he looks at you with glistened eyes, you insisted it was fine, he was your friend, someone who you loved even but was too shy to tell him, to see him breakdown shattered you. You held his hand, taking him to the nearest convenience store and bought him ramen, helping him sneak the packets into his dorm before junmin catches him and lectures the two of you how it's bad for your health. It was only after you heard minjae giggle for the first time in that day did you leave him alone, dropping him to his dorm and running back to yours.

You felt happy that you helped him, even happier when you heard his giggles. You wished you could hug him for hours and tell him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for being so strong when situations weren't siding with him. However all the happiness you had was drained when you saw your members running around the form, packing their stuff, You asked your manager what was going on and your manager said how your group had to leave the first thing tomorrow morning as your schedules got leaked and your company couldn't risk in any of your groupmates or you to be hurt as a similar incident took place earlier when your group first debuted and it resulted to your you get members getting hurt the most and having to skip one or two schedules because of the injuries they had gotten. You nod, following your members to your room as you rush to pack your things. It was when you were done is when you realised you didn't tell minjae. Especially since it would be a month or so till you came back to Korea from tour and individual schedules.

You text him but ofcourse it was way past midnight at the time and with how junmin behaved more motherly to minjae than minjaes own mother, you thought probably he was asleep. Your assumption turning out to be true as you checked your phone in the morning again, before you left you checked one last time only to your dismay as the message left as unread.

It was only after your plane took off and you were allowed to turn on your phone after the plane was in cruising altitude did you see your phone blowing up with messages, you smile at minjaes dramatic messages but also felt slight sadness as you two couldn't say your goodbyes properly.

Minjae, although his texts being way over dramatic, was sad as well. He wanted to be there for you as well. His heart warmed up when you hugged him, the tip of his ears reddening as he remembers the sweet words you said as you rubbed his back. It wasn't the fact that he was homesick or that he was down at roadys remarks about him, he cried the most when he realised he was in your arms. You were his weakness, his everything. He always adored how you would care to everyone's needs, in his eyes you were the perfect leader. His heart melting at how you'd always comfort your members, be it hugging them or calling up their family and making their favourite dishes even if it was your first time just to see your members cherry selves. How you'd always be so soft and considerate with your fans. He saw everything from afar, he saw you grown in his eyes. The first time you came to sm, it was after he had been a trainee for a year. Your eyes shining as you saw your seniors practice, the way you jumped when you got your routines correct, to how you cried and laughed in his arms after your debut. He held every moment he spent with you close to his heart.

So it's safe to say how it would always be like he was missing a part of him whenever you went for tours or just away from him in general. His feelings for you growing more and more day after day, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again whenever he saw you smile or heard your laughs.

You on the other hand was questioning life, mostly the youngest and the oldest. You caught them eating ice creams peacefully as they watched the other two other maknaes run around, the rest of the members joined in, throwing pillows around the hotel room and causing chaos, at midnight. You slapped your head on your forehead, picking up the fallen pillows, your face defeated at the room being such a mess. You glared at the oldest who was deemed to be the "mother of the group" just standing there trying to stifle her laugh. You threw a pillow at one of your members when they laughed at you, causing another round of pillow fight. All of your hair and clothes being disheveled as laughter echoed throughout the room. It was only when your manager walked in did you guys stop. There was a moment of silence, all knowing they were gonna get their ice cream privileges away again, after all your company was famous for weird bans. You stood up and bowed, your hand swinging around motioning your members to scatter off to their rooms, to which all of them did with giggles. Your manager stood there defeated. Handling ten girls was way worse than babysitting any child. He only sighed, knowing your stylists are gonna be mortified at the condition of your hair being all over the place and trying to fix all ten of you girls.

After what seemed like eternity, you were at the airport back again, waiting for your flight back to Korea. You couldn't help but excitedly text minjae everything that happened, the past month was amazing for both you and your members. Everything seemed too perfect, from how you had fun in stages to late night screaming coming from rooms because you guys wanted to play some games but resulted to cheating and some biting.

It was all too perfect to be too true. You should've seen this come to a stop as you landed back to Korea. Your laughs were interrupted by your manager running to you, telling you guys to hold to each other close as the schedules were leaked again and the entire airport was packed with reporters and fans. You could see your members getting worried. You did as you were told, you trailed behind, holding onto one of the members hand as you tried your best to shield all of them from the mobbing. All your efforts going to vain as stepping outside the airport led to more crowd, your eyes teared up at the sight of your members being pushed down, some having their yanked, you were too scared, trying your best to get out of the situation and keeping your head low, holding onto your members hands tightly. Although you girls managed to get inside the bus, seeing how some cried because of how they were hurt both physically and mentally, some "fans" even cursing at them in the airport. You felt helpless. It was as if the perfect life came to an abrupt stop. You put on a smile for them, trying to cheer them up. Ofcourse your mind was clouded with several things as well. With how people always called you a "cheap copy" of your seniors, your members labelled with even worse names.

You sighed, plopping down on the sofa with your bag, your eyes followed your silent members walk to their rooms and settle down quietly. The silence was too much, especially for a group that always had their staffs running with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in because of how much they screamed. You missed it. They would get better, you knew that, but the fact that you couldn't protect your group made you feel like the worse leader possible. You wanted to let it out, but you couldn't. You felt you were being too dramatic.

But the entire form remained silent, only slight glances were made to your manager who visited to keep track of the girls who were injured. You were scratched too, but you were too caught up to notice. You stand up, telling your manager that you'd be going for a walk, giving a small smile to the girls as a way of saying your ok just that you needed some fresh air to clear your head.

You didn't even notice you weren't speaking to minjae as you two did. You felt guilty for it all. The fear of loosing everyone you loved just because you were 'confused' was too overwhelming. Before you knew it, tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin. You sobbed silently as each step you took seemed heavier than the other. The fact that you thought you were drifting away from minjae made you feel as if your entire world was crumbling down.

Fortunate to you, it started pouring, your tears were disguised as raindrops on your face. "Y/n?" You stopped walking, you could hear your heart beating as you recognised the voice. You couldn't turn around, not when you look like a mess.

Minjae walked up to you, his smile grew wider as he recognised the back of your head, his smile immediately dropped as he saw your glistening eyes, you kept insisting it was the rain but minjae could see right through you. You eventually gave in, you rant out to him, feeling so hopeless, you were supposed to be his comfort and yet here you were having a breakdown yourself. He steps forward to hug you, letting go of the umbrella as he held you so softly, him pushing you lightly towards the streetlight as your back rested against the pole, patting your head as he rests his chin above your head, muttering a bunch of 'its ok' as you first his shirt in your hands and sob into his chest. Only when you calmed down did he break the hug, his hands on your shoulders as he stared at you. His eyes flickering to your lips, his heart racing at how you were pouting, your face best red from all the crying and staying so close to him. He inches his face towards you, his eyes still staring into yours. His hands cup your cheek as he whispers 'may i?' to which you close the gap instead, you feel him smiling against your lips as he kisses you soft and slow, his one hand going to your waist and pulling you closer. Minjae breaks the kiss, smiling as he lays another kiss at the tip of your nose. "You are the best leader I've ever known, don't ever doubt yourself ever again because you are truly one of the best people I've ever met" he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I wish we were together in all our lives and in all the universes" you say as you held his hand while walking, smiling at how red minjae had gotten hearing your words, he looks at you, kissing the back of your hand that is still intertwined with his, still maintaining eye contact with you

"I know we are lovers in every universe and in every life time" he says, you clear your throat in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. He laughs at you and pulls you with your hand to steal another kiss from you, mumbling 'cute' in between the kisses.

[lazybutsmexy]

Hi !! Sorry to bother you rn, I'm just here to make a request if you don't mind TT

I've been struggling with anxiety lately and ur work or your fics really put a smile on my face (especially König fics !! I love him sm TvT) and well here I am wanted to request something about König comforting reader when they feel down or low (like cying for no reason or apologize for something random) 🫶🏻

Hello lovely! Thanks for the message 🫶♥️ I'm glad my writings can help put a smile on your face 😊

Warning: angst/comfort, depressive thoughts, König being a sweetheart 🥺

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It's late in the night until it becomes early in the morning. The hours had passed in a haze and you didn't know how to bring yourself to care. You had been staring at the wall in front of you for as long as you remember. Your thoughts were muddled and dark, you wonder if they are even yours to begin with.

There was a weight in your chest that you couldn't brush off, and a pressure behind your eyes you have been keeping at bay for hours. You were completely exhausted from the effort of keeping yourself from breaking down while König was asleep behind you. You knew that the moment you started tearing up you wouldn't be able to stop, and that would certainly wake him up.

You felt him turn around in his sleep - you didn't dare to look over your shoulder, or you would certainly crumble. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, steady and warm. It was comforting, and you wondered if you even deserved that.

There was a faint chirping of birds outside the window when you heard him moving again, and then you felt his arm secure itself around you. There was a faint stroke of his fingers against your ribs, when you heard him speak.

"...is it one of those days, Liebing?" His voice was throaty, heavy with sleep.

You delayed your answer, partially because you were blaming yourself for waking him and making him deal with those emotions of yours, and partially because there was a knot in your throat that prevented your voice from coming out. He presses a soft kiss on your shoulder - he wasn't rushing you to answer, just letting you know he was patiently waiting. He knew you were awake, there was no hiding from him now.

You nodded, not daring to try and speak at all. You didn't move your hand to cup his, and that told him everything he needed to know.

With a soft sigh, he tugged your side until you relented and turned around to face him. You didn't want to look into his eyes, but when his fingers cupped your chin and made you look up, you met his tender, understanding eyes. You couldn't stop the waterworks now, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to form any words.

"I'm-... I'm sor-" you tried to apologize - for waking him, for not being stronger, for being so weak-minded - but your voice cracked and got caught in your throat painfully.

König shushed you and kissed your forehead and cheeks, his arms surrounding you fully and bringing you impossibly closer to him. "Don't apologize, mausi," his muttered against your skin between kissing your tears away, let it out, we can talk later, just let it out."

You crumbled then, sobbing into his chest as his hands wandered over your naked skin. It wasn't sexual in any way, just the weight of his hands pressing against your body, comforting you, grounding you to him.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, you only realized you did it when you woke up. There was sunlight peeking from the heavy window curtains, and a sweet smell enveloping your senses. König's side of the bed was still faintly warm, and you found yourself clutching at one of his hoodies - your favourite one. You looked at it, knowing it hadn't been there the previous night, but in the fresh laundry you had put away. He had picked it up and left it for you.

With a newfound warmth in your chest, you put the hoodie on and crawled off the bed. You washed your face in the en-suite bathroom, and dared to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were swollen and flushed from all the crying, and your hair was everywhere. At least you had managed to get some rest, you supposed.

You finally followed the sweet scent of cooking sugar to the kitchen, where you found your boyfriend stirring a pot and talking on his phone. He was speaking in German, and you couldn't quite pick the words.

"Danke, Mutti," he ended the call and put the phone down, catching you on his periphery and offering you a smile, "good morning, Häschen, breakfast is almost ready."

You tried to mimic his smile, but your face felt sore from all the crying, and chose to approach him instead, peeking over at the pot.

"... Your mom's rice pudding is a dessert," you comment, and he chuckled shortly, his hand finding your waist easily.

"Well, today feels like a day to eat rice pudding for breakfast, don't you think?" He turns off the stove and turns around, grabbing you by your hips and sitting you on the counter. The marble is cold, but his hands were warm, and so was his body as he stood between your thighs.

"Are you feeling better?" His lips brushed your forehead, and you sighed as your fingers clutched the front of his shirt.

"... A little," you hummed, looking up at him when he cupped the back of your head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"...Not yet."

He leaned down and kissed you softly in the lips, too shortly for your liking, but his lips never went far, brushing against yours as he spoke. "That's alright, mausi. I'll be here when you want to talk."

A/N: König calls his mom 'Mutti', fight me if you disagree 😤

[shycroissanti]

Very random but I think I'm a simp for all types of hiro(s) TvT

First Ilona's tsugoku hiroyuki and now takahiro- I'm sorry but the first time I saw him I felt something 🤡 I think I like his design a lot and he's hot-

I just your permission to let me create an oc who I can ship with him and claim his love pleaseeeee 😭

Yea I'll stop sorry

Awww absolutely!!!💖✨️💕 Feel free to do this!! Takahiro is waiting XD

(Sorry for the delay, my internet doesn't want to work now >:3)

[wafflebox-o7]

Hey fellas, I've got some bad news...

I know it's a wall of text, but I promise it's important! TvT

So this afternoon my drawing tablet broke meaning that I can't do any digital art until I can buy myself a new one. I have seen this coming, as my tablet has been acting up for quite some time which has slowed my progress on art a ton. The digital pen has been uncalibrating, the screen turning off randomly, and many other issues.

The good news is that all my art is safely copied over to another device, but I will not be able to work on it for a while. I have been saving money for a new tablet & I should be able to get it replaced sooner rather than later. In the meantime, I will continue to write and clean up A Siren's Requiem (ASR) story.

Sorry for the delays on ASR and general comms, I promise I will be back up to speed once my tablet is replaced. Thank you for your patience!

[gremlinsbooty]

Gakuluka week 2023 - Dazzling Future

In my headcanon, if GakuLuka had children, they would have twin boys named Kouki and Seiichi. On this moment, kids are playing while parents are resting under the tree.

Aand. This is final one. Sorry for delay, i got a covid and huge weakness. TvT

[lenardslittlemeowmeow]

It's finally out!

Hello everyone! After some unfortunate delays, I'm very proud to present the sequel to "To The Unfriendly Neighborhood"...

Bad Days (Nearly Pull Me Under)

If you haven't read "To The Unfriendly Neighborhood" yet, here's a link to that too! They're in a series together now, so you can just go straight to Bad Days when you're done :3

For those who have already read TTUFN, this is a mostly Jewel-centric sequel to TTUFN that looks into Jewel's life after The Event (aka her almost turning Unfriendly). Specifically, it's a look into a very bad day for her. This fic is also partially Lenard-centric! I hope you all enjoy this work, I had a blast writing it! Sorry it took so long to get out TvT

Enjoy!

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

okay haha hey yall. Uh. Agni's Children sadly won't be updating any time soon, and I won't be posting much either, bcs my computer just died and my fic stuff was all on there TvT. It's not DEAD dead; the fans just stopped working, and I'm taking it in to be looked at tomorrow. So yeah ;-; Sorry for the delay

[owlyflufff]

Flowers became a love language between Bokuto and Akaashi, somehow.

To pull back the strings of time to when it started means to draw all the way back to Bokuto Koutarou’s third year, his last Summer Camp.

Over at the horizon of the hill where the players (mostly Karasuno) ran up and down for every loss, there Akaashi had stayed, watching as the last rays of sun sputtered out.

A little moment of peace as one would say. Although as most things, they don’t quite last forever.

“Akaashi look at this!” Footsteps thud along the incline of the hill and Akaashi doesn’t need to raise his head to know who it is.

He looks up all the same.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi says, the faintest sigh passing him by, “perhaps you should look at yourself first?”

For a moment, Akaashi watches as Bokuto swerves around like a dog chasing after it’s tail. Laughter spills from Bokuto’s lips not long after and punctures the air, the confidence sauntering into hesitance.

Whatever front Bokuto had attempted to put up was futile in the face of Akaashi Keiji, literally. There’s dirt everywhere, stuck onto every portion of Bokuto’s clothes, reaching to his arms and legs.

“Okay, I’ll admit…maybe I didn’t think this one through,” Bokuto says as his hair animatedly sags for a brief moment only to spike up again in the next.

To this day, Akaashi doesn’t quite know how it happens. It just does.  

Accepting Bokuto’s defeat, Akaashi stands up and pulls the towel from his neck. He pats it on Bokuto’s arms to dust some chunks off, careful not too knock Bokuto’s hands, for there’s something being held so closed and kept within them. Akaashi can only bear witness to its mystery.

“And I take it, this was all for a good reason?” 

“Exactly, see Akaashi, the end does justify the means!”

The amount of nonchalance in Akaashi’s movements as he continues to brush of portions of dirt were enough to conceal whatever silent war was raging in his mind. Of instances, and of cliches and of many many stories where,

“That’s debatable.” Akaashi counters.

“Then, I’ll debate against your debate!” Bokuto announces, the brightest grin on his face. There can only be so many instances where Bokuto and Akaashi are in synch with each other. Even then when they weren’t, Akaashi had always needed someone to balance his constant sense of practicality and allow it to descend into something nonsensical, pluck away that part of him that was always so logical and morph it into something fun.

For what is life without being able to enjoy it?

And for all of Bokuto’s ridiculousness right now, covered in dirt and looking like a hopeless mess, Akaashi smiles.

“I wouldn’t hold back,” the smile spreads a little more, fondness blossoming in the summer. “So, what is it that you wanted to show me Bokuto-san?”

“Oh, right! Here Akaashi look, look, look. Look at this!” 

For someone who’s hands Akaashi has known so well for creating the most thunderous booms across a stadium when sending a mere volleyball down to the ground, this time those hands craddled. It feels gentle. He sees why. 

Hues of blue and pink sprout out as Bokuto lowers his fingers one after the other until finally, Akaashi saw being held with utmost care, were flowers.  A flurry of blue and pink flowers unfolded before him.

“They’re hydrangea flowers.” Bokuto says with a smile full of glee. “Are you looking Akaashi?” 

If Akaashi’s silence and soft breathes as he peers down at the sight before him isn’t enough proof of his own mesmerized state, then he doesn’t quite know what must be spilled or what proof is there for his heart to give.

He’s still learning what it means to open it after all. 

“I am Bokuto-san,” Akaashi whispers. “They’re lovely.” 

“They really are!” Bokuto exclaims. “I found them over there, just up ahead near those pile of rocks.” 

“I remember seeing you bringing Hinata and Lev over to a pile of flowers yesterday,” Akaashi says. 

“Tsuki seemed to like the ones I showed him as well!”

“Shoved, Bokuto-san. You shoved flowers on Tsukishima’s face.” 

“Well, how else was he going to witness them in all their glory Akaashi?!”

Akaashi allows that conversation to settle, peering down at the flowers once more before looking up. “I don’t remember you being so enthusiastic about flowers before Bokuto-san.”

“I’ve always loved flowers! I just-how do I say this? Hmmm...”  Bokuto swings himself a bit to the side in contemplation. “I guess I find it pretty cool when there’s more to something.”

“You mean, when you associate things with other meanings?”

“That!” Bokuto sends a pointing gesture at Akaashi. “It’s like learning that a super duper difficult word has two definitions. As for these...”

Now, here’s something that Akaashi Keiji knows about Bokuto Koutarou: that he has other interests outside of volleyball. That not every conversation they’ve had has been solely on the sport, he’s been on the receiving end of Bokuto’s many interests and listens to them with careful appreciation.

Now here’s something Akaashi Keiji doesn’t know about Bokuto Koutarou: that he can talk about something without yelling every three seconds. 

There’s a lilt in Bokuto’s voice that leaves Akaashi stunned at the mere gentleness. The usual sharpness in his gaze, a far cry from it as it mellowed into something fond as he looked down at the flowers. And for a moment, for a second, Akaashi wonders what it would be like to have Bokuto look at him in that very same manner.

“...did you know that flowers have a language to them Akaashi?” Bokuto prods. 

Akaashi offers a nod, “I’m aware of it, how each flower represents an emotion or virtue.” 

“It also sends out a message!” Bokuto chimes in.

One moment the flowers are still under Bokuto’s careful hold, the next moment they’re practically shoved in front of Akaashi’s face. 

“Here,” Bokuto says with the brightest smile on his face. “They’re for you actually.” 

Akaashi is left at the mercy of his own frozen state. He looks down at the flowers being presented before him, then at Bokuto who, Akaashi fears his eyes are deceiving him surely, are tinted with the slightest pinkish red along his cheeks. 

“I mean-they’ve always been for you!” Any ounce of composure Bokuto has had was diminished by the way his arms moved about. “I just didn’t give them to you immediately cause I thought I should find other flowers cause you deserve better but I mean they’re pretty but um-!”

Gestures, words, and actions have always been difficult for Akaashi to receive, any attempt at reciprocation resulted in short circuiting. He thinks this is the hardest of them all.

“Thank you Bokuto-san,” Slowly, Akaashi takes the hydrangea flowers from Bokuto’s hold. It effectively calms whatever worry Bokuto has down in one fell swoop. 

“I’ll- I’ll make sure to take care of them.” Akaashi says as he fixes some of the petals before bringing it close. It smells of something new and sweet. 

“Oh!” Bokuto has always been good at retaliation when it comes to volleyball, but not in conversations it seems. “Of course! Don’t sweat it, I’m sure you’ll do amazing at taking care of them cause you’re THE Akaashi and you’ve always been attentive of things...”

Then there’s that smile. That rare smile that’s nothing like those grins Bokuto has, for it’s something more intimate. More personal. 

“You’ve always been attentive of me.”

If Akaashi looks at Bokuto for much longer, he swears he sees the sun, he sees hope and he sees every little good thing the world has to offer all in the form of a single human being.

“So! Consider it payback for all of it!” The gentlesness in Bokuto’s voice disappears, but the color in his cheeks is far from doing so. 

Akaashi thinks that flowers don’t particularly equal to the hours he’s spent giving Bokuto tosses, or chasing after him in the rain with an umbrella, or plucking a solution to pick him up from one of his dejected modes, but he’ll take it. He’ll take it wholeheartedly.  

He’ll gladly take anything from Bokuto Koutarou. 

And if this is what Bokuto gives to Akaashi in return, he wonders if he has, somewhere in this point of time, in fact opened his heart. Or perhaps it’s been pried open unexpectedly, all it took was a enigma to shake his world around. 

He’s not quite sure. 

What he’s sure of in the very least is the smile forming on his lips as he gives a simple and soft, “thank you Bokuto-san.” 

Fortunately enough the flowers stay alive by the time that Fukurodani arrive back at the campus and all of their members safely arrive back in their home. 

Akaashi is careful with the hydrangeas Bokuto has given to him, placing it inside of a vase and letting them rest. 

He sits down on his desk, not doing anything in particular save for mindlessly tapping on the surface to form some incoherent beat. 

Thump. 

“ ...did you know that flowers have a language to them Akaashi?”

Thump thump thump. 

“I’m aware of it, how each flower represents an emotion or virtue.”

Thump thump.

“It also sends out a message!”

There is a loud thumping ringing along the walls however it’s no longer from Akaashi’s mindless tapping along the desk, it comes from the tapping of his keyboard. 

Akaashi looks towards the vace, taking note of the color of the hydrangeas. Pink and blue. He notes it as he swiftly types on the keyboard: hydrangea meaning. 

The first thing that appears is an image of four different hydrangea colors, below it are meanings, words that said flowers wish to convey. 

Under the blue hydrangea it reads: “apology, gratitude, understanding.” 

Under the pink hydrangea it reads: “true feelings, sincere emotions...”

Akaashi pauses on the last word, 

“love”

Somewhere on a calendar, a phone screen even, the date would read “April 5″

Somewhere Bokuto paces around his room, looking at his phone, wondering if the message got across.

Somewhere Akaashi is already planning, thinking of booking his way straight to the nearest flower shop as he types on the keyboard: 

“flowers that represent love” Flowers that say “I love you.” 

Akaashi thinks, no he’s sure, he knows what it means to open his heart now. 

And it all starts on April 5.

[vampiir3d]

Hello! (^_^) Can you make a Heartslabyul sleepover bot like the Octavinelle sleepover one?? :)

You got it! And your pfp is so cute!!!

thank you for the request! (Real sorry for the delay TvT)

[justalexisfine]

My instincts happen all the time. I feel it's because I am nonhuman in every way. I'm so disconnected with the concept of humanity that my instincts hinder me so much. Sometimes it's scary. I want to talk about them more but don't want to scare anyone. /lh, nav

(ack! sorry for the delayed response. TvT" just saw my notifs)

ah. I get it. (/gen) we're not fully nonhuman, though we do feel... well, not human sometimes. my urges are a bit scary as well, though usually (again) they're faint and almost undetectable. /lh

I understand that you don't want to talk about them anymore, really. sometimes my nonhumanity gets scary, too. I'm pretty sure that at least half of my anxiety stems from being nonhuman, and I enter this state of anger, fear, or irritableness that I can't quite shake for a while. /lh, gen

[themisscuy]

can you draw the moment that green cried cuz they lost sec in that cave in eps 13,its sooo sad( love your art <3 )

First, thank you so much <3

Second, hope you like it ahHHh That scene is sad oh my...

I'm still practicing perspective ahHHhh TT

And finally, ahHh I want to clarify that I'm not accepting art requests ^^" just for this time I'm making this with a doodle style hehe TvT

I'm busier with school now TT but I'm still open to questions and ideas to talk about! I like interacting ^^r