#they had really pretty purple energy colour :)

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

I get so delighted every time I run into a random lavos in the wild

I get to see him a disproportionate amount (I use him a lot + sib also used him a lot when they got him + the only warframe content creator I watch is a lavos main) and he is genuinely So Fuckin Good, so i regularly forget the fact that he's not all that high up in useage stats

And then sometimes i see one and it's just lots of "same hat!!!" pointing even when i'm playing a different frame

[teaboot]

Batman? As in extended batman universe, specifically batman, or movies batman? I'm going to die from the hilarity of /accidentally/ following another batman fan. Generally it's on purpose lol

I was actually absorbed into the Fandom by osmosis before I even touched any of the Canon material

Even now I've only seen the Affleck movies and the Battinson one, plus a couple cartoons and like. Four comics out of order

With next to zero evidence tho I have decided that

Dick Grayson has Eldest Daughter syndrome that, speaking as an Eldest Daughter (tm) really should be addressed in the lore somewhere before he goes on a drunken bender, gets a tramp stamp, kills a man, and has a full-on mental breakdown when the Repression Dam breaks

Stephany Brown radiates "angry teen girl needs a hug" energy imo but I feel like she might break my arms? I don't know anything about her except her dad sucks but honestly same boat, would hang

Timothy Drake cannot be the helpless boohoo I see a lot of, but somehow the cool, collected, hypercompentant, übermensch-tweenybopper look is kinda sadder, like seeing a twelve year old buying groceries at the store by themselves. I want to send his ass to normal kid summer camp

I don't know pretty much anything about Duke Thomas except that he's a meta whose parents might be alive but crazy. I can only conclude that he suffers from Black Character White Fandom syndrome. I headcanon that he had an embarrassing weeb phase in middle school because he feels like the kind of kid Who'd have gone through a phase of saying "ohaio" with peace signs as a baby tween. I have no evidence to support this

Cassandra Cain might be my favourite. I think she deserves to go on an angry, irrational rampage or two, as a treat. Aggretsuko vibes that I cannot explain. I bet her favourite colour is purple

Jason Todd is my guilty comfort character and I refuse to believe he kicked the shit out of a fifteen year old while wearing a legless adult onesie. I refuse. Also yeah as a huge angry-kid-book-nerd there is no way that pride and prejudice was his number one fave, my money is on the Percy Jackson series but that could just be me projecting

Damian Wayne is Autistic, personal subscription. Because I am too and I said so. Reminds me of my baby brother, but crankier. Like a tiny old man who doesn't want to be at bingo with the other folks at the senior center.

I feel like Alfred should be allowed to be wrong about something sometimes but I still love him. Give that grandpa a gun

Bruce Wayne strikes me as a man who should have put a lot more thought and study and personal therapy consults into the idea of adopting multiple highly capable highly traumatized children he's never met before before but fuck pobody's nerfect am I right. Bisexual

[figgrrr0]

Heyy!! If head cannons are still open I’d love to see one about Tartaglia, Dulic, and Wonder react to fem!reader telling them about how they’re going to go on an adventure for a couple weeks to explore! (Sfw or nsfw is fine)

Their S/O goes on a solo adventure

Characters: Tartaglia/Childe, Diluc, Wanderer/Scaramouche // Reader: Gn

Genre: Smut // CWs next to the corresponding character

Tartaglia:

Cw: Rough sex, implied biting and pain play, public sex?

When you told him, Tartaglia would be surprised. He'd have to take a couple of seconds to silently collect himself, which from your perspective looked quite funny because of how stunned he was. He'd definitely make some kind of joke, like how he's the usually the one having to leave you for missions, and how heart broken he'll be if you go (how much of a joke really is that one?).

You'll be basically forced to spar with him before you go. He uses it as a ploy, saying that you have to convince him that you're strong enough to go alone, but really he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible – it only helps that it'd let you get a bit stronger. He also gets the chance to show you some new techniques! He only means well, and if at any point you do get annoyed by his showmanship, you can't help but feel your irritation be quelled by the proud look in his eyes and the smile he holds when you get it right.

We all know that Tartaglia is battlesexual, so it's only natural that your training session would lead to something more. He becomes more and more distracted on how dishevelled and sweaty you're getting, and he needs another outlet for all of his pent up energy from the fight, since he can't just completely let loose on you.

He'd take you right there in the arena, his movements fast and grip rough enough to colour you in the prettiest shades of purple. His exhilarated breaths puff into the side of your neck, kisses and bites and nips of all manner latching onto your pulse points; and if you'd been able to see his eyes from the place he'd taken over you, you'd have seen the outright love that he presented to you, just barely containing something more.

When all is done, Tartaglia would help you get redressed, as messy as you still looked with all of the fabrics torn, looking as though you'd been attacked by a wild animal. When you go to reprimand him with a swat to the arm, he just lets out a bashful laugh, taking you into his arms as he walks home, cleaning you up and setting you into bed for the rest of the evening. He knew that you'd need to... recuperate, to say the least.

And when you awake the next morning, unable to walk and sore all over, as well as completely covered in marks and bruises, some of which you had no hopes of covering, you knew that you'd have to reschedule your adventure. But, even though he was apologetic, you couldn't help but wonder if that was his plan all along...

When it really came time for you to leave, Tartaglia would let you go seemingly pretty easily, but says that you'll have to spend extra time with him when you return to make up for the lost time. He couldn't help but think of you almost constantly; even when he's working, questions of your safety would pop into his mind, overthinking the possibilities of dangers that could hold you back... as much as he knew you could fend for yourself, he couldn't help but worry. More over, his subordinates and even those who see him regularly would notice that he's been colder since you left, his face a blank slate and eyes darker than ever, and his temper easier to flare...

Diluc:

Cw: Soft sex (making love 🩷)

As soon as you mentioned your plans for an adventure, Diluc was immediately running through the list in his head of what he could help you with to ensure your safety. A part of him thinks that he should accompany you, in case something goes wrong and you need help, but the other side of him knows that you need your freedom. After all, even he needs a bit of space every now and then. And so, he insists that you let him make all of the arrangements, in terms of hotels for you to stay at and ordering provisions and equipment that could come of use. It'd really put his mind at ease to know that everything was taken care of.

On the morning that you are set to leave, Diluc wishes you good luck on your journey, accompanied by a sweet goodbye kiss that lasts longer than you'd expected, and holds the promise of a warm return. He spends that first day as he would any other, working away as though he'd never stop – maybe that had been his intention. Because he knew that his bed would be cold and empty without you by his side.

He tries not to think about you too much, because he knows that acknowledging your absence will only make things harder. He trusts you to take good care of yourself, and lamenting further would only run the risk of unnecessary worry, and of him ruining your journey by coming to find you. He manages to pass through the days that you are gone quite easily after the first few, a new idea fueling his work hours:

If he can get all of his work done while waiting for you to come back, he'll have even more time to spend with you; and so that becomes his goal, with the help of the maids keeping his self care relatively on track.

Upon your eventual return, Diluc is almost literally plastered to your side for at least a day or two. He's helping you unpack, and as soon as you're ready to relax and settle down, he's running you a nice, warm bath, of course with a couple of candles for ambiance.

When you've soaked for a while and get cleaned up, Diluc will be patiently waiting for you in your bed, where he'll immediately pull you into his arms, wanting to hear all about your adventure. Now, he's content to just cuddle; but being separated from you for longer than a week had been harder than he'd anticipated.

If you so choose, your first night back with Diluc would turn to breathless lovemaking, the thrusts of his hips precise and familiar – exactly what you'd been missing for weeks on end. He could easily get carried away. Being away from you means that he'd gotten used to being alone again, and having you here, so close and so sudden, can be a little overwhelming... his pace will pick up intermittently when he forgets himself, caught up in the smell and feel and sounds of you. he'll be much more vocal, too. His grunts and moans picking up in pitch while his mouth spouts his wandering thoughts, all entranced in you, a seemingly endless profession of his devotion.

Wanderer:

When he finally stills, he'd look you in the eyes, his gaze simultaneously hazy but clear as he leans down to kiss you one final time. And when you awake the next morning, having gone to sleep during the process of him cleaning you up, you find yourself still encircled in Diluc's strong arms, where usually he would have already been pulling on his shirt halfway across the room, ready to start his day.

Cw: slight blowjob, implied overstim, not dacryphilia but he cries, angst. (It's so hard for me to get a hold of his character)

The Wanderer's immediate reaction is frustration. He'll kind of shut himself off from the conversation, and when you pause your explanation, in wait of an answer from him, all he could force out is, "I don't exactly... approve of this decision, but you're free to do whatever you want." But his discomfort is obvious. He'll want to get away for a few hours to try and sort out his thoughts, knowing that he was probably being unreasonable, as much as he wanted to be selfish when it came to you.

In truth, his frustrations stemmed from his worry and insecurity; he doesn't even want to think about being forgotten again, especially not by you. But he can't accompany you, he wouldn't even be able to subtly work his way into your day like he usually does (not that he'd ever admit it). He'd just have to hope that you'll come back to him; and that uncertainty, that sheer dependency on another is what makes him second guess the situation.

However, when you find him again, really trying to settle his thoughts and lay out your intentions, only then does Wanderer finally manage to rein himself in. It'll take a couple of minutes for it all to sink in for him, but if you just stand by, maybe keeping a source of contact between the two of you – a hand on his arm, for example – to show that you're not leaving, well... that's when it'll finally click. He'll begrudgingly repeat his words from earlier, but this time, you can tell that he understands. He may not want you to leave, but when you do, at least he won't have a silent meltdown as soon as you're gone.

That being said, the final days prior to your departure, Wanderer will try and distance himself from you. In his mind, when you leave, the change won't be so sudden. It only makes sense to prepare in this way. So if you can't find him on the day you're set to leave to say goodbye, don't take it too personally; he doesn't think he could make it through an actual goodbye from you, and he doesn't want to look any weaker in your presence.

While you're away, there's a nagging thought in his head that won't go away, constantly telling him that he shouldn't have let you go alone. It'd get to the point that, at least once, he'd reluctantly have to go to Nahida for reassurance, to stop him from spiralling, or impulsively trying to find you.

Despite all of this, upon your return, it may feel as though he's purposefully avoiding you, but he's not. Not really. But he does want you to be the one to seek him out. He's feeling slightly petty that you left him alone, even though rationally he knows that you needed the time to explore; it's the nature of humans, after all. The easiest way to get him to "forgive" you is to sit him down and almost literally beg (I plays into his god complex really well, even though he knows that's why you're doing it).

Your Wanderer will also be deceivingly desperate for your touch, though. He needs your hands on him, passing over every inch of his body. He needs to feel your breath, your lips, your tongue, when you take him into the heat of your mouth. He needs to grip your hair, keeping you exactly where he needs to feel you most. And he needs to feel your rising heartbeat against his bare chest, when you finally slide him into your constricting walls, the drag more overwhelming than he'd ever remembered.

And when he turns his head, hiding the tears that you know fall so easily, that's when he knows that he can let you go; that you could be anywhere in the world, and still you'd come back to him. So when he no less than passes out straight after you've drained him as much as you felt was needed after so long away from each other, you have no doubt that he'll be back to normal, tomorrow.

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

May I ask Wild with a reader who got hit by Ganon's malice on the final fight and gets infected (like, veins turning purple, pale and clammy skin, drained energy and etc) pretty please?

In flesh, blood and bone.

Omg i’ve literally been obsessed with this since you sent this in!! Finally got around to it (after a while, admittedly) but I hope you enjoy!

Tw: Description of decomposition and gore.

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The cyclical war of good and evil had taken its toll down the timeline. Dues were paid in blood and flesh. Link knew this. He knew this very, very well. It was hard to ignore given the fact of it was branded into his skin. Time and time again, life through life he can understand his place. He was a means to an end in the eyes of many. He was a saviour to the others.

He was a Hero.

Even if sometimes he really wishes he weren’t.

He knew that he was unlikely to finish things. But perhaps with enough blood, with enough effort, with enough pain he could bring an end to things.

He’d paid in flesh. As many of the victims of the calamity did.

He was covered in scars, gained both prior and post the guardian ending his life for the first time. But make no mistake, it was not the matter of the scar that bothered him. The uneven texture in his skin wasn’t uncanny after a while. Skin was just skin. He didn’t feel much like himself anyway, so it wasn’t like it mattered. It wasn't the flush of blood or streaks of uncanny colour that bothered him. Well that’s not to say they never did. The looks he got while walking through villages were less than enjoyable, but you quelled that. One soft, loving glance and the whole world doesn’t matter. Let alone their hostility.

It was perhaps the sight of you now that made him hate his scar.

It was the reminder of what it meant.

The mold. The rot. The decomposition.

Malice, as the people called it.

And Oh how he hated it.

He was not usually so squeamish. The squelch of a dying monster or the marr of an unmoving corpse had never really bothered him. Not when it was his purpose.

The former was the before stages of the rot. It was just spilled blood. It was just body. Of course it wasn’t really living persay, but it was close enough that all he had to do was ignore the glassy eyes and he was fine. The latter was when the rot was already over. The bones were picked clean, the blood and flesh returned to the earth to start anew. Bones would always just be bone.

It was the inbetween that really, really began to bother him.

It was tender flesh melting and oozing. It was soft tissue becoming home to fungi. It was the body no longer being a body but not quite bone. It was You laboured to breath, the wind a hollow whistle in your lungs. It was how your eyes fluttered, bloodshot. It was how your tears were cold against your feverish skin, the salty beads puss filled and gorey. It was how your skin was pale and patchy in places, flushed pigmented and unhealthily purple in others. Your skin was sunken and sagged. It was how your skin was plump and pushed awkwardly against your bones.

The malice seeped through your blood. It pushed through your injuries, webbing over your skin and casting roots into muscles.

And all he could do was weep.

He was utterly useless.

He sat by your bedside for weeks as Purah tried her hardest to fix you.

He kept staring down at you, replaying everything. It should’ve been him. You should’ve never been there. He could do nothing but watch as that disgusting thing whittled you down to nothing. Malice clinging to your skin; you screamed. A noise of such absolute agony he nearly dropped the mastersword where he stood.

He knew the dues were paid in blood. In body. In bone.

But why did it have to be you?

[calamitaswrath]

While I get that the first Xenoblade's affinity system can be frustrated with how slow it is to build, and how it locks heart-to-hearts until you meet the requirements, it still is honestly my favourite approach to all these things in any Xenoblade game. Because by locking specific heart-to-hearts behind specific affinity levels, you can get into progressively deeper topics for each heart-to-heart for each pairing, without having to lock them behind being in later areas or specific story progression. It's kinda like taking some of the good parts of Fire Emblem's support system, even if these conversations don't necessarily build on each other like those.

But also, the whole mechanic of having party members gift each other collectibles is super great. Not just because it gives collectibles another purpose aside from being just used for quests, but it's also super fun to see what character likes which kinds of things. Like-

Shulk's favourite colour is most likely blue, and he's more of a dog person than a cat person

There's like three different colours that could be Reyn's favourite, and it's just funny to imagine him trying to figure out what things from the strange category are, what they're for, and getting frustrated over it

Fiora's favourite colour is probably red, and she does like flowers, even though a quiet moment between Melia and Nene implies the opposite

Dunban's favourite colour is either black or white, and- Him disliking things that Fiora likes?? Peak sibling energy. But also, what the fuck, Dunban

Sharla's favourite colour is most likely yellow, which is honestly pretty interesting, cause it isn't really reflected in anything in her design or other parts of her character that are relevant to the main story. And her dislike of bugs is actually even brought up in a heart-to-heart with Dunban, too!

And then Riki's favourite colour probably being green is also interesting for much the same reason why Sharla's favourite colour is interesting. But it's also kinda surprising to see that he likes part at all, given that the above-mentioned heart-to-heart also mentions that Shulk once gave him a part, and he had no idea what to make of it

Which leaves Melia, whose favourite colour is purple - and her not liking nature and bugs is just peak sheltered kid energy.

[tthatsonme]

you’re my doctor

by molly

just a btw, this isn’t gonna work if you’re under the age of consent/ under 16 or 17 so please don’t even try 😭

Part I - Maddy

You’re the embodiment of Maddy (and Cassie’s) outfits, vibes, and colour palettes in season on of euphoria, you’re just like the soft/pastel purples, pink, and blue that they’d wear in the first season for clothing and makeup, these colours plus black are your colours aka the colours that make you look best, your vibes are very 2019 soft yet very sexy and fun, you’ve always been a naturally confident person, you’re basically like the real life version of Maddy because of how addictive and magnetic your energy is, you’re extremely seductive and can use your sexuality to your advantage, not only do you have pretty privilege but you have sexy privilege too lolz, you don’t see sexuality or sex in general as a bad thing, if anything you embrace these qualities, all your life everyone has loved you whether it was familial, platonic, or romantic, you’re just someone that people like to be around, you’re always making new friends and meeting new people everywhere you go, people want to be around you because of your fun and entertaining personality, people seem to gravitate towards you every day purely because of the way that you are, if you still live with them, your parents/guardians are literally like the ones in euphoria, you being 16, 17, or older means that they treat you as such, they basically don’t really care about what you do and trust you wholeheartedly, like mentioned before; you can use your sexuality like Maddy did on Nate but basically for anyone, people need you in every way possible, you’re the type of girl that has people commenting shit like #needthat on your posts or videos

people glaze you and put you on a pedestal all the damn time, even if you looked like dog shit people wouldn’t see it that way, it’s come to a point where people are constantly fantasizing about you, people always watch you (not actually tho 💀 this part is an exaggeration btw) all the time just to get a glimpse of what or who you are on the inside, people would literally beg to see you nude, your nude body is probably one of the sexiest things anyone who had the privilege of seeing has ever seen, like you’d prob have people begging for you to start and OF or have people saying that they’d pay for ts, your body has little to no hair on it if you want, but if you’re someone who doesn’t want to shave/wax, people find it attractive if not more attractive when you don’t shave because of the naturalness of it (I don’t wanna see any of you hateful b*lle d*lphine wannabes in the comments shaming people for not shaving, stfu no one wants to hear it), any signs of chicken or strawberry skin on your body is easily removed and is easy to get rid of, everyone treats you and stares at your like you’re some sort of urban legend, they seriously cannot help but stare at you like 🤩 lololololol, your voice is probably one of the most attractive things about you though, your voice sends chills down peoples spines when they hear it (ib yvonne luv her), pretty much everything about you is mesmerizing and sultry but especially your voice, your voice is kinda like Alexa Demie’s in terms of tone, your voice sounds how slow dropping honey looks, your voice is so hot people would literally pay to hear you say certain things to them, you could make a living off of voice acting if ykwim

people swear that they’ve seen a real-life succubus because they’ve seen you, when you’re around the gender you’re attracted to they feel like they’ve been put under a spell like they’ve been given a heavy dose of aphrodisiac because of how you make them feel, you live a life very similar to Maddy because you’re constantly going out and partying, your life is fast and interesting, but even if you’re popular amongst your peers or your friends you’re completely immune to peaking in high school/whatever stage in life you’re in right now lol, you’re immune to letting a tiny thing such as popularity get to your head which could cause you to become ignorant and unaware, you’re completely and 100% down to earth and humble and people appreciate that very much, people feel genuinely bored when they’re not around you most of the time, everyone just loves you, you’re always known as the funniest and most interesting person in the room

Part II - Cassie

While people love you for being the “fun one” people also find their way to you when they need you for other reasons, people find you being okay and stable with being “emotional” comforting therefore people find you understanding and easy to confide in and talk to, when people think of what a “perfect girlfriend” would be you immediately come to mind, one might even start to fantasize about the things that Nate did about Cassie in that one scene in season who about their future together and stuff, even if you are the “male gaze” it never really occurred to you because you don’t actually really care, you don’t lean on or depend on men, women, or anyone else to give you validation or to make you feel loved, you’re completely fine and okay with yourself and your body, you’re basically the opposite of Cassie when it comes to dating though lol, no shade but you don’t fall in love super easily anymore or with people who do the bare minimum (replying, giving you attention regularly etc), people don’t know why they fall in love with you so quickly but they just do, what is it about you that allows people to fully surrender themselves? people tend to see you as “softer” than most people at times (as in you’re not like a bitch all the time idk 🤷‍♀️), your body is something that you have so much love for, you respect and love your body so much, you’ve never had issues with your body because you love it so much, there’s nothing physically masculine about you, your face, your voice, or your body, you feel feminine enough, you’re extremely good at sex, regardless of your experience in the bedroom you’re naturally very good at sex with the gender you’re attracted to, you feel strong and confident in the bedroom, you’re immune to feeling shy when having sex, after you have sex you feel comfortable and zero shame with yourself

you love your body unconditionally and can change it however much you want, your breasts grow to be as big as Sydney Sweeney’s, your breasts are free of sagging and are very perky, and you gain or lose your desired amount of weight in all of your desired places, your body morphs into whatever you’re visualizing but more perfect, your body was already perfect but now it’s even more perfect + have your desired rib cage size/change your rib cage size safely (if you want to change it ofc)

extras but mainly safety l tw for a brief mention of inc*st

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on creepy and undesired people

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on family members

-any creepy and undesirable people who are currently attracted to you no longer are

-any family members that are currently attracted to you no longer are (I don’t mean to trauma dump btw I just added those for people who need it 😭)

-anyone who’s under the age of consent or under the ages 16 or 17 can’t manifest any sexual benefits from this or any subliminal that’s similar

[smallnico]

Okay I know these are basic but I actually think I haven't asked them yet. A rundown of Esper's favorites: favorite flower? Food? Drink? Animal? Color? Season?

a lot of these i hadn't thought about either, so thanks for the opportunity!!

flower: i don't know if this counts, since it's not really known for its flowers, but i would probably say rosemary.

i've written a little story where esper gets a gift of a sachet of rosemary from astarion, in part to help with the whole 'lingering smell of death' situation, so it has a lot of sentimental significance to them. that said, it's also pretty appropriate -- in addition to smelling nice and tasting nice, it's also said to purify and protect against negative and corruptive spiritual energy. some meanings i've found in terms of flower language are memory, love, lust, mourning, and fidelity, all of which are also appropriate lmao. it also looks like esper, a little -- so pointy and kind of evocative of spikier pine needles, so you don't want to get too close, but when you do the needles are actually pretty tender, and the flowers are a well-kept secret -- maybe you didn't realize that rosemary Had flowers, that it was just a leafy herb for seasoning, but it has a lot of beauty to it even beyond how useful and versatile it is.

food: roasted dwarf, obviously -- just kidding, though. esper's favourite food is probably sauteed mushrooms.

(and not just because the durge c*nnibalism stuff squicks me out a little, so i choose not to incorporate it more than i have to into esper's story.) esper actually doesn't like eating meat if they can help it. it feeds That Durge In Them, but that's why they don't like it. mushrooms, on the other hand, remind them in some small way of better times. they did grow up in the underdark, so they ate a lot of mushrooms as a kid!

drink: esper will drink anything that's given to them, but they're especially fond of mint tea.

esper used to be an absinthe and dark liquor enjoyer back in the bhaalist days, but ever since their lobotomy and necromancer vivisection experience, their old drow poison/alcohol tolerance is pretty much nonexistant, so they don't drink much alcohol. tea on the other hand is good for stress management, and mint tea in particular helps to bring up your energy level without caffeine, so it doesn't make it harder to sleep -- something esper, chronic bhaalspawn nightmare haver, struggles with enough as it is.

animal: no question here. cats!

it's partially a joke, but i associate esper pretty strongly with cats -- and in-game (though this is mostly my fault) i use speak with animals to prevent ever harming them (yes, i know about steelclaw and grub. not on my watch, larian), as well as other animals. esper has a soft spot for creatures, but they do have a particular affinity for cats and their ways of life. esper too pinwheels between being god's favourite little acrobatic obligate predator and being so cuddly and sweet. also, between being cool and aloof and careful, and being an absolute fucking bastard menace with a taste for mischief. if you've ever been stared at relentlessly by a cat, you understand how it feels to be stared at by esper.

colour: you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them, but it's somewhere between teal and purple.

these are the colours i use to depict their magic, not coincidentally! even though the main non-black colour accent i use with esper in art is this purplish red, that's the colour i use when i want to depict The Urge, or bhaal. this is why their text bubbles in my comics are pink -- it's halfway between bhaal and esper. :>

season: now this is one i'm not sure about. they'd need to have a few more years accumulated of Experiencing Seasons before they'd be able to make up their mind, but i know in my heart it's probably autumn.

i have an easier time saying for certain what seasons esper hates, lmao. they hate summer. too much sun, too hot, too much Weather, too humid. again, they grew up in the underdark and spent a lot of their forgotten adult life either underground or prowling at night. they are more than happy with shorter days and cooler weather -- the only reason winter isn't their favourite season is because snow is a pain in the ass, and because esper runs hot (body temp wise) but not hot enough to dress how they usually like to when it's Actually Cold. and spring just means summer is coming, so to esper that makes it the sunday night of seasons. autumn is nice and cool, kind of spooky, dark, and full of the smell of things rotting (but in like a good way).

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THANKS FOR ASKINGGG you're a real one molly <333

[cannibalisticdespair]

Hey, how's it going? If you don't mind answering, how's the system constructed? Who's in there? If you do mind answering, what's your favourite colour?

It’s myself (Krys, she/her), Junko (Junko fictive, she/her), Zaedel (my twin since we formed at the same time for bad prolonged trauma reasons, he/him), Cherry (he/she and don’t consistently use one, bigender little who takes after the original host in some ways but is a more idealized version, mentally 8-10), and Val (she/her, oldest one here, grew up with the original host but Zaedel and I only became aware of her much later on because historically she existed for “we need to be a vicious feral beast to match the energy of the family screaming matches and whatnot” reasons, but has been rehabilitating you could say).

Headspace-wise, I just look how I look with maximum effort. Zaedel meanwhile has our dad’s olive skin tone (lifelong outdoor loving and working Sicilian man), stubble to a short beard, long black hair, and black molting angel wings. And usually a leather jacket. Junko’s mostly canon, just the clothing tends to be more early 2010s emo girl. Fishnet tops and a bra or shirt where the sleeves and neck are cut out and the back is sliced up, ripped skinny jeans, docs or converse, a black/red/danganronpa blood pink color scheme.

Cherry is an androgynous, pale, heavily freckled boygirl with long brown hair and brown eyes, usually a black tanktop, shorts, and flip flops. And Val looks like a cross between the HL2 rotting corpse with the real corpse face and Samara from The Ring if she was actually depicted as a waterlogged corpse that’s been sitting there for a week or two (we had unrestricted internet access starting in the 2000s, we have quite the frame of reference).

Zaedel and I formed in tandem with the death of the original host. Originally, he held all the trauma memories from before we formed and I had near-total amnesia. He also spent a few years trying to get me to kill ourselves because he couldn’t take control of the body over it. LSD changed us and our dynamic, and also caused a slowly rising amount of access to the memories for me.

Val we didn’t really realize was a headmate until more recently because of her purely utilitarian fronting and lack of communication, but once we started talking it became clear she was the first one to form. The original host was extremely timid and shy and nervous, which didn’t really work for the environment we grew up in. So Val was the fighter.

Cherry and Junko both broke off of me. Cherry started out as my littlespace, but more and more life stress and stuff eventually snapped him off entirely and made her his own thing.

Junko meanwhile is a mix of causal factors. One, writing hundreds of thousands of words of fic in the 2010s with my method. Which is “I just place these semi-independent thoughtforms of characters in a situation with a little bit of scripting and prose-journal what happens”. Two, strengthening that with constant listening to a playlist build around her for years. Three, more LSD, which led to our first direct conversation enabled by a poster of her (the Egirl Junko art by JunkoEXE). Four, yet more psychological trauma. What finally led to her permanently emerging was me accidentally getting triggered and restoring my earliest CSA trauma memories, which broke me pretty bad. Like… I thought it began way later than that. She took on pieces that broke off of me when that happened and it finished her.

Name-wise, I stole mine from an emo girl I knew in high school. Zaedel thought up his after a few years with a mix of “it needs to have the right mouthfeel and also needs to end in -el”. Cherry got hers from a friend of ours. Junko is Junko, that’s just her name. And Val is short for Valerie and is a nerdy joke about her being our “evil side”. It’s a feminine name play on “Valeyard”.

And also, my favorite color is purple. Junko’s is anything in the red/magenta/pink spectrum. Zaedel is black. Cherry really likes green and blue. Val is the sorts of purples you get from bruising and discoloration on a corpse.

[thunderroseses]

Neptune from the Royal Au (everything will be redone in digital art when I have more energy!)

HISTORY~

Neptune’s kingdom is known as the forever frozen kingdom, one forged from war and bloodshed from battles long gone, during the multiple wars they were under control of the Sun’s empire and any battle Sun got into so did they, meaning they very war torn for much of their history until the Great War that involved many of the Solar System kingdoms, Neptune was not welling to give up easily as they raised above all else to stay alive and keep their citizens safe.

Sun gave them their independence after this as they couldn’t keep their many colonies under control any long as Sun needed to focus on his own Kingdom.

Clothing~

Warmth is the upmost important as it is almost always snowing or cold out, so they wear multiple layers that keep them warm will also expressing their nation pride, on Neptune’s coat you can see their nation flower that is royal purple and fish, as they have a booming fishing industry (more on it later) underneath the coat is a pale white dress, to keep focus on the elaborate coat, it is light and flowing, as to make it easy to move and not weigh them down, the veil is to keep their head/ears warm and having a layer between her head and crown, as metal can get really cold.

For the braids it’s tradition from the start of their villages to have two braids with dark blue ribbons in their hair for the first daughter, while the other younger daughter wear light blue instead, it shows their maturity and wellness to serve their citizens and are passed down by their mother after they hit puberty, believing that is when they are mature enough to know the responsibility they are excepting by taking the ribbon, this is also a huge celebration that the girl are trained for since they were little.

Extra~

Neptunes kingdom has a lot of bright colours to keep their moods up in the cold weather, it also help other find their way between towns in case of storm comes in. Even if it’s cold out everyone is pretty happy and friendly for those brave enough to visit despite the cold.

They are mostly known as a ice fishing nation, which is how they get most of their fish since the ice makes it hard to fish normally, they sell the freshest and best tasting fish on the market right next to Earth (something she is not happy about lol) if anyone is brave enough to visit it’s for the sea food :)

Neptune has memory loss after part of a castle collapsed onto her during the war, she was only six at the time and has a long lasting consequences because of it, those being memory loss/trouble and phantom pain that strikes up sometime leaving her bedridden.

Uranus parents are the cause of the castle collapse and while they didn’t mean to hurt such a small child, it was collateral from the war effort, Neptune’s parents were wary of Neptune hanging with Uranus (this is long after the war) but lighted after they saw how much it helped with Neptune’s memory problems as well as making Neptune more social then she was before. Now the parents are more friendly with each other, often going over to Uranus nation a few times a year (Uranus would go over to Neptune’s but had health problems which are also consequence from the war more on it in Uranus section)

Neptune is very close with Uranus and they try to keep in touch via mail, she is not as close to the other gas giants but is friendly with them.

She doesn’t really know the rocky planets, maybe when she was younger but can no longer remember anything about them, same with Sun even if she was their ruler for years

I’m probably going to post Uranus’ next, I’ve been really enjoying making up stories for all the different kingdoms and what their kingdoms would be like, if anyone else want so join in I’ll be happy to share it and talk with them to bounce ideas off each other!

Here’s so extra drawing I’ve made, mostly for the villagers outfits



[astro-royale]

「Elvis Presley: Moon+Venus sign analysis

Hello my Royalties (followers of my blog will now be referred to as Royalties) because you’re a one of a kind STAR (Astro means star) ;))

Have you guessed I have a Leo in Venus placement…

I will be starting a series where I will be analysing the moon + venus signs of male celebrities and their dating track record..

I believe by doing so we can truly understand certain placements and we can learn how to now interpret them not just metaphorically but quite literally in our personal lives.. we can learn what to stay away from, potentially save our lives. Or we can find our best match

And what better way to start than with the King of Rock n Roll… Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley was a Pisces Moon with A Capricorn Venus…

Now the moon sign in a man’s chart tells us what kind of personality a man is typically drawn to

And the venus sign informs us on preferences in regards to appearance…

His Pisces moon in 2 degrees of Taurus indicates he had a preference for mysterious, withdrawn and shy women, women which seem to be in need of protection.

The 2 degrees in taurus also points to women who can easily be possessed as well as women who he could easily secure and guide, women that he could invest in.

Which is definitely very true as he is known for his questionable relationship to Priscilla Presley. He pretty much guided her into being his “perfect girl” , shaping her personal style, taste in music, what she wore.. and she was pretty much hidden in his home for a big part of their relationship until they got married.

Even with his other girlfriends, they were all very easily influenced and able to manipulated and shaped due to their young age, which goes back to that 2* degrees Taurus of stability and investing into something so it grows over time… a little creepy but yeah I’m pretty much just quoting history.

I was inspired to write this post because I have recently watched a series on Prime with his ex girlfriends talking about their experience of him which made me want to ,,, look at his chart.

The 2* in taurus also points to women from the countryside or women with very simple backgrounds which again is very true in his case… and for his girlfriends which had a bit more status, well they were usually involved in some kind of art but SPECIFICALLY singing with that Taurus because Taurus rules the throat. And that was again true.

Now his capricorn venus shows us that he would prefer a mature look on a woman in terms of her style, women wearing leather and dressed in darker shades, also somewhat traditional, also preference for a darker hair colour.

Example: He made Priscilla dye her hair so it was darker

With this placement being in 29 degrees in Leo it does have a grandiosity to it, okay, so this could mean women with grande hairstyles (Priscilla was really known for that beehive). And the 29 degrees in Leo also points to colours that really stand out even if they were in darker shades, it could just be colours with depths to them like purple, blues etc and it could also mean mixing shiny details with darker colours, like gold on black and so on. Which ya know, Elvis was quite notorious for his flashy outfits,,

Priscilla did state that despite her being underage, Elvis would make her wear mature and sexy clothes. Well.. that goes back to that 29 degrees in Leo. There’s a big contrast between that Capricorn venus and Leo degree because it denotes that he likes a woman who embodies traditional values but still appears flashy and is in the spotlight.

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[alloru]

the spidersona art is finally finished!!

finding the correct colours took quite a while, especially since I had to keep contrast in mind every step of the way because the majority of the colour palette is blue/purple!

I had originally planned to add in more yellowy highlights, but I'm actually pretty happy with how this turned out. as always, shading this took entire centuries, but it's most definitely worth it (I won't shade the skyscrapers tho, no thanks!)

I'm really surprised I managed to get this one done in the middle of art fight, but apparently I've got more energy than usual :>

[trashpandacraft]

tour de fleece (crash)

ok, so the tour de fleece ended, and i...did not do so great. i did really well for the first bit, and then we went to sheep and wool. and sheep and wool was amazing and delightful and i had an amazing time, but also: i'm disabled, and the crash from putting out that much energy was, uh, intense. i basically couldn't do anything for a week, and even spinning on my eel wheel in bed was too much to manage.

so i didn't. i picked up over the weekend, the last two days of the tour, and (very slowly) managed to spin some lovely rambouillet that i think will stay a singles—we'll see what it looks like after it's had a week to chill out on the bobbin.

(yeah, there's a couple little pigtaily bits, but (1) i literally finished the spin about thirty seconds before taking this photo, and (2) i prefer to spin at very low tension for most things, so it doesn't always wind on evenly. i suspect they'll go away.)

i'm not thrilled about how this ended for me, but when i made my tour de fleece plans, we hadn't decided to go to bendigo yet, so they were sort of overly ambitious. i also, uh, thought that the tour de fleece ran the entirety of july, and not just the first three weeks? so i thought that i had more time that i did, right until i started seeing people posting about the final stretch and went WAIT WHAT?

goals (link to original) and how they went:

spin a chunky yarn. i absolutely did not do this, and didn't even really think about it. i may just...keep not doing it. i still don't enjoy chunky yarns. maybe that's fine.

spin a singles yarn. see above! this one actually worked out ok, i think. i'm pretty sure it's going to stay a singles, and at minimum, it could stay a singles if i wanted it to.

spin some sock yarn. i didn't expect to finish this in july, but actually, yes i did! unwashed, it's about 25 wpi, which i'm pleased with. (it'll puff up some, but it's fairly firm, so i think not a ton.) unfortunately, i once again succumbed to the fallacy that i knit socks from 100g of commercial yarn, so 100g of fibre should be plenty for socks! it. is not. i think that washed up, i'll have about 225m, which might be enough for like, ankle socks. i'm gonna try, anyhow, but next time i say the words 'spinning for socks', someone please remind me that i want to spin at least 150g.

spin a breed i've never spun before. not a breed, and not much of it, but i actually did spin some bamboo fibre this month, and that's the first time i spun it and it wasn't a blend, so i think that counts.

spin this chunk of polwarth i dyed a few weeks back and am desperate to get my hands into. this was a just-for-fun addition that i absolutely did not get to, and am mad about. it's probably what i'm spinning next.

dye some wool in colours i don't usually use—the red-orange-yellow end of things. this was meant to be my second dye of the month, but didn't happen—the spin above is from fibre i dyed a couple years ago. i think it'll still happen in the near future, as my kid picked up a spindle at sheep and wool, and they fuckin love orange.

dye something brightly coloured. this one happened! i dyed some grey and white merino into a vivid purple. i'm thinking about blending in a little silk and sparkle.

make 20 rolags with hand cards. hahaha ha hahahaha no. i think i made four. the rolags will continue until the rolags improve, but i did not meet this goal even a little

stretch goals:

spin a four ply. surprisingly, yes! the sock yarn mentioned above is four ply, and i'm pretty pleased with it. i would, obviously, be more pleased if i'd remembered the whole density issue, but it's a very consistent four-ply sock weight, so i'm calling it a win.

spin a textured yarn. i did not do this. maybe later? maybe not, honestly. i feel like i should like textured yarns and chunky yarns and art yarns, but in my heart, i just don't. i'm impressed when other people make them, but maybe that's not reason enough to make them myself.

ok, spelling it all out like that makes me feel a little less bad. at no point did i say that i couldn't combine goals, so i achieved exactly half of those things. which isn't great, but isn't as bad as i thought. maybe next year i'll remember that 'do things you don't enjoy' doesn't really make for fun challenges for yourself, too.

[artartartsstuff]

ABOUT ME!!

(I will not say my age bc I'm a minor)

Hello!!! I'm Louis, pronounced either 'lew-is' or 'lew-ie', I don't mind!! My nicknames are: lou, Louis Vuitton, pup, and more that I can't remember!! I'm trans-masc and I'm VERY masc presenting (I look very male), my pronouns are He/they/star (sometimes pup but it's confusing so I don't use it often)! I'm omnisexual (male pref) but I've mainly dated women in my past!! I've only recently started being attracted to men and it hit HARDD.

TW: Info on me (things that are touchy) I used to struggle alot with alchohol, but mid January a year ago I decided it was too consuming and I was failing all my classes, now I only drink if supervised and when I do drink, I limit myself! October (halloween night) I had an incident that ended in police officers and a 8 month long investigation, I will not trauma dump (for obvious reasons) but it was related to S@, so please don't talk about it to me!!

I am diagnosed autistic and diagnosed with medicated (lightly) ADHD! As well as that, I have a panic disorder (idk the details, my mom knows tho) and I'm working towards getting my diagnosis for OCD!! I fidget alot and stutter when talking (because I talk faster then actually thinking of the words), I have mainly physical stims (rocking back and forth, hand flapping and blinking aggressively) but I can vocal stim (when I'm REALLY agitated and stuff)!!

I'm hyper fixated on: SCREAM!!, The boy (Brahms), Smosh, Jellyfish, the goldfinch and Scooby Doo!!

Fun fact: I've broken both my arms, both my legs, all the fingers in my right hand, my nose, my ankle, my shoulder, my collarbone, my wrist and I smashed my knee cap in last year!

Another fun fact: I went to Egypt afew days ago and went in the red sea, then I started coming out in a large (purply-black) burn all up both my ankles and feet (and half way up my leg on the left), when we got home we got it checked out and turns out it's an allergic reaction to a jellyfish sting! (You can faintly see ribbon like burns that are darker in it) The doctor says it will scar, but it's rlly pretty so I'm okay with it!!

Fun fact: I'm allergic to sunscreen, citrus(barley), ginger and pineapple!! (And apparently jellyfish stings???)

I draw, write, paint and play base guitar!! I have 5 American green tree frogs (called: pickle, dumpling, sushi, jellybean and churro) I also have 2 dogs and a cat, wait yeah, I have 4 rabbits too!! (Dogs: dotty, Yorkie. Cat: Cindy-lou who. Bunnies: biscuit, banana (my bunnies) and moon, patches)!! I read alot, mainly Stephen King though!! (I annotate books so I can write better in my own work)

I listen to: Nirvana, Deftones, Slipknot, Korn, the beatles, TV girl, some mitski, Alex g, arctic monkeys, lamp, the cure, the smiths and the cranberries!! (I obviously listen to more artists but you get the point, mainly indie and some heavy metal!!)

Colours to personally describe me: brown- but like a soft earthy brown, purple- deep purple bc why not, orange- I hate the colour orange but alot of ppl say I give that energy!

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LEARNING ABT ME!!!!

[halavibe]

i was tagged by @hils79! tags and post below cut

do you make your bed? - i make it and it kind of stays made for a long time because i just dont disturb it? so to 'make it' i really just have to straighten the covers from when i get out of the bed. so yeah.

what's your favourite number? - 9

what is your job? - full time student, currently studying web design/dev, but ive had just about every job tbh

If you could go back to school would you? - i am right now! its never too late but its always a challenge

can you parallel park? - yeah! im a pretty good driver

a job you had that would surprise people? - i used to drive semi trucks across the us

do you think aliens are real? - they have to be. theres just no way they arent. this take is more nuanced than i have the energy or space to type out right now tbh

can you drive a manual car? - yes! i do prefer them

what's your guilty pleasure? - if it brings me pleasure im not guilty about it (crayon by g dragon)

tattoos? - two stick and poke finger tattoos i gave myself at fifteen, and a quote on my left forearm

favourite colour? - purple

favourite type of music? - i am a listen to anything person but i love appalachian gothic and pop punk/emo. and obviously kpop

do you like puzzles? - depends on the puzzle

any phobias? - bees/wasps/flying, buzzing bugs

favourite childhood sport? - n/a

do you talk to yourself? - no, im pretty non verbal when left to my own devices

what movie(s) do you adore? - howls moving castle, spirited away, hunchback of notre dame, lilo and stitch, prince of egypt

coffee or tea? - coffee i guess but neither

first thing you wanted to be growing up - farmer, age five. so i could 'dig in the dirt'

as usual, consider this your tag to do it if you want to! also @wooyoungisbaby, @bunnakit, @vesvosmozhno, @ihavetoomanyfandomstobesane, and @chaoticcupcakeconnoisseur but i dont think hell do it

[moricodex]

(Please read tags) M.Bison X nongender specified reader.

You were frustrated, mildly infuriated to be more precise; the timer was ticking. Noise; Voices & the sound of sliding plates robbed your senses of their focus, and the disorganized chorus of voices wasn’t helping either. Tired eyes locked with focused eyes. Biting your lip you decide to grin and bare it. “Yo, this place is pretty purple.” Death taps on the mental door that is your smooth brain. Yes, the place was lavender in colour, a variety of deep & light hues, however, it was fucking obvious. You craved death as one would crave coffee, despite coffee being an energy booster.

“Do you like the colour purple?” What? Shit, you blanked out so hard from internalized cringe. “Yea, purple is a dope colour, although, I prefer red, to be honest.” What the actual fuck, you were so smooth, normally you’d freeze and fuel a prolonged period of silence before spewing out questions in rapid succession. The large, beautifully chiselled, masterpiece that stood before you wasn’t focused on your social quirks; well maybe, however, he wasn’t making it obvious, so for all you knew he wasn’t. His gaze, what a handsome man. You found Bison hard to read, however, you also enjoyed the many poker faces he put on. Thoughts of desire pulled your sight into your mind, images of touching his face while grinding against the man's growing concealed excitement, it made your own privates flush.

He grinned. You cock your head to the side. He approached. You take a step back, blushing mildly. You haven’t really seen your boss smile before; minus the exception of putting someone in their place or the joy from winning. A large hand extends forth with an open palm, perhaps the correct reaction to such a gesture was to grab said arm? Without hesitation followed by the need to not offend boss man, you decide to grab his hand with both of your own. You say absolutely nothing besides a simple nod & smile.

You are both escorted to a table once a very overworked waitress finally has time to tend to the two of you. A comfy booth with black leather cousins & matching table with Purple iris napkins is temporality given to you. You both are now seated & decide to look through the menu.

-

Food was ordered a while ago; Mac & cheese, a lasagna, two glasses of water, a bottle of wine. You never told him you were a lightweight. Smug energy filled your core as you leaned low on the table; hands cupped neatly together as you rested your chin atop your knuckles. You only had half the bottle, leaving the rest for Mr Bison, you weren’t some greedy & ungrateful runt after all. You knew all too well how he felt about those types. A sudden pain in your chest reminded you that you had a weak heart from stress. Shit. Perhaps you read the atmosphere wrong? Man, you started to ponder if the vibes you read before drinking were more fueled by hormones or obsessive daydreaming, probably both.

“Slow staff huh?” Your body rings in delight at the tone of his voice, you hadn’t upset him. You wiggle slightly before sitting down, crossing nervous legs before swiftly placing your hands on your lap.

“Yea, haha.”You stammer out, blinking rapidly. He’s rarely blinked through most of the date, was this a date though?

“Got any little ideas of how to pass time in that head of yours.” He stated softly yet firmly with that goddamn flat poker face of his. Sharp pain surges through your chest as your heart strains against the pressure shooting through it; its warmth & speed overwhelms your body & mind as M. Bison leans in close over the table, his massive body loaming over yours.

“I-I-I-” You stutter; eye’s wide as your body begins to freeze up.

“Cute.” The boss stated with a smile that beamed with overwhelming confidence. “Now come! Crawl under the table for me.” Confusion rang loudly within your drunken mind along with a sense of concern & caution. Your heart continued to throb harshly yet your body started to sink low into the seat, faster than you could process, your whole body felt so heavy. The sight you were met with would have made your heart stop if it were any other regular dude, however, Bison was far from such boring normality. A hard cock tucked away under tight fabric graced your sight; followed by the strange sensation of calm & blankness that caressed your mind despite the pain that raged in your chest. Did it feel like a cigarette, wtf? A sensation of a whole-body orgasm ravages your body & mind, starting and ending within your mind, swirling downwards to your toes, only to dance upwards to the sockets of your eyes & linger. Exhaustion & bliss held you so closely, did thoughts become harder? You tried hard to fight the intoxication you were facing beyond the booze you consumed, which seemed to cause a ripple effect of pain in the center of your brain. Something else was pushing against your consciousness, weighing it down, holding it down. Thought was no longer a right but a privilege.

Pleasure swirled within your head again and slowly made its way up & down your body. Staring, that was all you could do now. At his hard cock, as it twitched, fighting against the fabric that kept him modest.”This restaurant is notorious for taking its sweet time,” Perfect person’s voice was nice, his cock was equally as nice. Lick? You wanted to lick so badly. Arousal burned at your private region, a deep need screaming at you to move & act; to lick and indulge but you couldn’t, you were stuck like a doll. All you could do was blink, movement of your eyes was met with the strain of pulled muscle.

“You like this, don’t you?” His right hand reached downwards, under the table; grasping his balls. He pulled them up & let go, bringing his hand back up to the table, away from your view. Your eyes soaked up the bounce, the motion. If arousal was knocking before, it was banging & screaming now. “ An eager meat puppet aren’t you? Now, kneel!” You couldn’t hear any background noise anymore, not even the other customers, just his voice.

“Hey! Let me try shit!” You drop over face first, hard. You are on your hands & knees, your face pressed against the carpet floor, the friction jolting you from your trance just for a moment. You use this chance to sit up & attempt to gain agency with your actions. Successfully sitting up, you take a slow deep breath and exhale. Pain strikes the center of your brain, a roaring splitting headache reminding you that someone else is knocking behind the curtains.

“Cease struggling, I know you enjoy what you have the privilege to see.” Contempt rang in his tone, inside of your mind, an overpowering emotion that made you want to hurl up your guts & run. You couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You repeated the words like a broken record that feared being thrown in the trash & forgotten. His cock twitched once again, and pleasure ravaged your body once more as your limbs moved on their own. You watched while in a high state of arousal as your body coiled around one of his legs, dry humping & grinding against the edge of his left boot. Whining while rubbing your genitals against the tip of his boot. Precious pressure & friction.

“Good meat-puppet” Endearment?! Perfect person was pleased with you!!~ Despite your slow weak heart, you felt a surge of energy flow within you that made it soldier though. Deep Joy flower through your skin in the form of warmth. “I know you thought of this earlier, what a little horny spaz~” You whine and grind harder while your arms and hands explore his muscular leg, rubbing his thigh & calve as your body gets itself off. You still weren’t allowed to lick & touch his masterpiece but he made sure you damn well stared.

“This is simply an appetizer for what is to come pet, now behave.”

You instantly pull yourself back & up onto the seat, sweat dripping down your skin, soaking your clothes. Your body feels so weak yet good but also denied at the same time. You had been so close to orgasm, why did you fucking do that? Was he talking to you? Do you hear voices now??? Why were people staring at you like a deranged freak? Why weren't they looking at him? Did he do that? Your mac & cheese is slowly slid towards you by a very concerned & tired waitress. You didn’t say anything, you thought nothing & simply stared at Bison. This time however it was by choice. Horror & arousal fought & pulled at each other like a twisted dance.

“Plez” “Plez Later” Is all you could mutter out, confusing the hell out of the waitress but amusing Bison, a slight smile, not a toothy grin, but a smirk.

[daemour]

Pairing: San x Reader

Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST HURT NO COMFORT (magic au but not explored)

WC: 1271

Warnings: !!DEATH!!, dead bodies, injuries, blood

Summary: San would die for you, but somehow you didn’t expect it to actually happen.

This is actually a scrapped idea from a current wip of mine~! some parts of the fic are actually still in the main story 👀 (italicised means a memory)

and thank u to @hwasrie again for helping me with the ending! check out their fic, Thank You!

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“I’m almost twenty-five now, and I was born in Nahm. I’ve been just travelling to travel, as I never really went far when I was younger. I also really like to sing, since my mom taught me when I was a child. And purple’s my favourite colour.” Your smile widens as your new companion tells you about himself.

“Nahm is so far from where I was born! It’s by the sea, right?” San nods, eyes sparkling at the sight of your excitement. “I’ve never actually been to the sea—it’s the one place I haven’t travelled to yet.”

“Well, then. We’ll just have to stop there sometime for your first time. I’m used to it, but I’m sure you��ll love it. It’s especially pretty during the sunset.” San leans forward with a bright smile on his face. “Let’s count on it. I’ll take you to the sea before we part ways.”

Your eyes are wide and you nod. You’re going to ignore the implication that you’ll inevitably end up going on different journeys. You’re going to focus on the now because these types of moments are what keep you going. “Then I’ll hold you to that.” Before you can say anything else, a yawn rips out of your mouth. “And I think that’s my cue. Have a good night, San.”

“Good night.” San’s eyes don’t leave you, you can feel his stare as you enter your tent and you feel like your face might burn off because of that.

There was something about him that was just so…appealing. The way he paid so much attention to you and his kindness. While it does seem like he doesn't enjoy talking about himself and you're unsure of his motive, he is charming nonetheless.

The loud noises have stopped and you move the branches in front of your eyes to peek into the clearing where your travelling companion of half a year, San had last told you to run and hide. Neither of you had meant to become enemies with a crime lord, but some things cannot be helped which is how you ended up with your magic cut off temporarily and many underlings after both your and San’s necks.

The view is filled with the bodies of the men who had attacked you, but no sight of San. When you strain your ears, you can’t hear anything. Relief hits you, and then panic. Where is San? He told you to hide since you have no skill in physical fighting, and he would fare better without having to protect you. Without thinking, you run into the space and call his name, immediately clapping your hands over your mouth after realising what you’ve done.

A low groan attracts your attention and your head whips around to find San leaning against a tree further away, with blood streaked on the ground near him. “(Y/N),” he breathes out, eyes opening slowly. “Hey.”

“San,” you call desperately, crawling on all fours to the man you call your friend.

“(Y/N), stop,” San breathes out. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head frantically. “No, I can do this. I can heal you.” Your hands move towards his bodied torso but San grabs your wrists, straining to keep your hands at bay.

“It’s too late, (Y/N), it’s okay. Save your energy—more will come.” His breathing grows more laboured.

“San,” a sob breaks out and your hands fall to your lap. “I’m sorry.”

The wounded man smiles gently, his shaking hands cupping your face. “Don’t cry, pretty girl…keep those tears for when I get a proper burial. You’ll give me one, yeah? Right by the sea I grew up near?”

You nod furiously, wiping your tears away. “Of course. I’ll make it so beautiful.” Tears can’t stop their descent down both your faces no matter how much you scrub at your face. “I’ll have it during sunset and everything. Flowers too. Larkspur, right?”

“San, what’s your favourite flower?” You hum, chin resting on your propped-up knee as you watch San braid a flower chain.

“Mmh, that’s easy. Larkspur,” San says without hesitation, without looking up from his handiwork. “They represent youth and love, which is something I will always stand for. What about you?”

Your eyes shift from San to the field spanning as far as the eye can see. “I’ve never really picked one. I find them all equally deserving of love. But if I had to choose, maybe it would be the larkspur as well.”

Your focus is drifting when you feel something land on your head and you look up to see San smiling, dimples on show. “A flower crown for the princess of my heart.” He winks and your face heats up and you turn away to hide the small smile on your face.

“You’re crazy,” you mumble, amused, and San chuckles and takes a seat beside you, leaning his head on yours.

“Crazy for you.”

San nods, wincing at the pain it brings him and you quickly move to steady him. He coughs and blood spills out of his mouth and if you sobbed at the sight, well, that’s between you and him. “I’ll hold you to that,” he says with considerable effort on his part. “It’d be a shame if I had to haunt you, you know.”

“Stop that,” you say through both tears and your shuddering laughs. “Stop making me laugh.”

“Hmm, sorry, this will be the last time anyways.” You sob harder at his words and San frowns. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I protected you, but I still hurt you anyways. I’m sorry. Please, don’t forget me but don’t hold to your grief. I will be happier if you let me go.”

“Run” San hisses at you but you shake your head, eyes wide.

“I can’t leave you!” You whisper back with just as much intensity as there is fear swirling in your lower gut.

“You’re going to have to, (Y/N)! They’ll kill you so easily, so quickly. I have a better chance of holding them off. Go hide. Please.”

The desperation in San’s eyes pauses any other arguments coming from you. With one resigned sigh, you nod. “Okay. But you have to come back to me.”

San nods, his eyes softening and he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and brushes his lips against the side of your head. “I promise. Now go.”

You nod, quieting your sobs and lean down to press your lips against his forehead. The skin is cool to the touch, and you shudder as you know he will soon be gone. You won’t have anyone to laugh with, to share your food with, and no one to keep you warm during nights when the cold is biting into your bones.

San shushes you with a soft voice. “Thank you for letting me come with you. I do hope you find your treasure. (Y/N), I’m glad I got to meet you.” As his words grow faint, his hands slip from your face and he breathes his last.

One last heart-wrenching sob forces its way out of your chest and you can’t help but send healing magic through his veins, although you know in the back of your mind that he will forever be gone. Flowers bloom all around you but San does not move and you collapse onto his body, feelings your throat might rip itself out from your cries.

The more distraught you are, the harder it hurts knowing that you never told San how much you loved him when he was alive. And now, he’s passed without you ever telling him those three words.