#ugh that's so clear actually I have to write that now. That's something he'd do

[bonefall]

You could play with the dirty part of the canon description by having Slash and his people roll in mud to hide their scent.

Parts of the Code labelling using weapons/traps as dishonorable could have started as agreements made that Slash's people wouldn't keep using their old tactics, maybe forced on Thunder's Clan to keep them from becoming too powerful, if they DID fuse.

I'm more liable to just remove the "dirty" thing entirely honestly; I just think it's so shitty I'd like to nuke it from orbit, you get me? Every single time they want you to hate someone, they make them fat and/or stinky. I'd rather just put that kind of rhetoric in the mouths of cats like Clear Sky and The Wind Runner, a lie to demonize their enemies, not really based on truth.

I think I might take the trap stuff though; that actually fits in nicely with how ThunderClan's the only one that uses spears. I won't have it be code yet, though, that's going to come a lot later. First two commandments of the code are Borders + Mercy, followed by Law 3 when Riverstar dies in some decades.

Also gonna need a name for Slash's new group. Hey, maybe THESE guys can be called Warriors, actually. Warriors of the Forest, like what the first arc used to be called before it was renamed TPB.

[lovingapparition]

Okay I saw that requests are open!! *Happy dance*

Okay so what about Eldritch!König and you frequent the beach? (I am practically a jellyfish from how much I like to be in the water and every time Im floating I can't stop my mind wondering to a certain masked man who may or may not have tentacles underneath said mask-

DONT JUDGE ME

-with love, ✨🌟⭐💫

please. i love this. i was eating this up AS i was writing it. i went a little buckwild, sorry!

The smell of sunscreen and the ocean in the air, the heat of the sun on your shoulders, the coolness of the ocean lapping it away. The perfect way to spend any and all of your free time. On the dryer part of the beach you've got all of your necessities tucked neatly beneath an umbrella. Your cooler, bag, and clean clothes all ready for you. Somewhere in the mix is a small pail of cool rocks and shells you've been collecting.

You'd come alone today, but it didn't feel lonely. People with their friends and families walking, splashing, and chatting around you. The sound of the gulls flying above, looking for the unwitting victim to snatch a snack from. Waist deep in the shallows, your own feet visible to you in the clear water, you couldn't help but feel at home. This was where you were supposed to be.

You're skating your hands over the surface of the water, sending ripples over it's surface as you carefully walk through the water. The ocean was beautiful, but it was easy to slip or step on a sharp rock. You'd learned that lesson too many times. It's when you're bending to examine a particularly weird clump that you can't help but feel.. seen. Watched. It was a given, considering you were dressed for the beach, but this feeling was off. It pinged some buried part of your lizard brain.

From a cursory glance of the shore, you couldn't really pick out anything in particular at first. Just families with their excited kids and mopey teens. Some ways off from you, closer to the shore, is a man. How you hadn't noticed him before was honestly kind of baffling, all things considered.

He was tall. Even from a distance it seemed like his shadow was stretching on and on. You figured the heat had to be playing tricks on your eyes, maybe you needed to get into the shade for awhile. What actually caught your attention was the black hood and clothes he wore. His face had to be hot as hell in that thing, you couldn't even imagine.

As you waded in his direction to get out of the water, you wondered if he was some kind of athlete based on the muscular build he had. Who knows, athletes do weird shit all the time, who were you to judge?

It wasn't until you were a few strides away from him that you realized he'd been intently watching you slowly inch back to the shoreline. Even from the distance still between you, his eyes were so blue. As if they were made of the ocean itself. You stared for an awkward second too long, enough that he tilted his head at you. It looked like something shifted beneath the mask, just slightly. You blinked once, watching it happen again.

Ugh, this heat. It was too much. You were starting to sweat, the brightness of the sun boring down on you now that you weren't so deep in the water. It must be bad if you were seeing things now. Dragging the back of your hand over your eyes, you continue back to your setup, and recline on the towel you'd laid out. Lazily, you toed the pail of rocks and shells to the foot of the towel.

It was better in the shade, on your back. You sluggishly drank from the water bottle you'd tucked in your bag, groaning softly. For awhile you let yourself relax, drying off slowly and feeling that odd feeling recede. You sit up to have a snack, just taking in the views, enjoying the moment you have to yourself. This place just drew you in, it couldn't help it if it hurt you little sometimes. That was the nature of the ocean, and you loved it anyway.

It's not long before you feel that same odd tingle of being observed. You're not subtle about looking around, checking over your shoulders. It's just the same scenery as before, the families and their loud kids. The tall man isn't on the shore anymore. You huff to yourself, trying to shake off that feeling. You decide to pull the pail over to your lap, excited to take a look at the day's haul.

When you're admiring a particularly shiny piece of sea glass, that prickle on the back of your neck comes back like cold water splashed on to you. You can barely contain your jump when you look up to see that man again. He's a respectful distance away from your towel, but he's looking right at you again. His head is tilted as he looks down at you, his wrist cupped in his other hand in front of his stomach. It seems like he might be trying to make himself appear smaller than he is.

It wasn't working.

"I've seen you here, a lot," his accent is like one you've never heard, it almost doesn't match his appearance, in a way.

Blinking up at him, you have to remind yourself to answer him. "Um, yeah- yes. I love this beach." It's not hard to see that, you've come better prepared than most ever do. "I've never seen you before, though. Are you from here?" You venture to ask, since he's not being too creepy.

He takes a step closer to your towel and kneels to sit in the sand. You're close enough you can see the texture of the clothes he's got on. They're damp from the ocean's spray, but he doesn't smell bad. You can't help but wonder if you've actually got heat stroke, from the way his hood keeps shifting like that. It's only ever out of the corner of your eye but it seems like the shadows on the fabric are moving.

You're busy looking at the mask when he answers you, "My family has been here for a long time." At your questioning look, he quickly adds, "We tend to keep to ourselves. I live near the beach." As he speaks, his fingers carefully trace a pattern in the sand you've never seen, and he wipes it away before you can get a good look. "Anyway. I saw you collecting stones, I thought you would like this?" His voice is a little strained, and you wonder if he might be nervous. The movement beneath his mask speeds up just slightly.

Okay, you're definitely not imagining that. Some alien part of you decides that you.. don't mind? What?

Out of his pocket he hands you a stone that you've never seen before. It's a rich blue, so deep in its center it looks black. It's cool and smooth and heavy, fitting perfectly in the center of your palm. Like it was made for your hand to hold it. You look up at him then, a strange feeling pooling in the pit of your belly. He watches your reaction carefully, blinking slowly. You could've sworn his eyes were a clear, bright blue earlier, but now they seemed to match that of the stone.

"I- are you sure? You don't even know my name?" You ask, dumbfounded. Even as you say the words, you can feel something in you that wants to keep the stone. It's yours, you can feel it. Without thinking you cradle it closer to your chest. That action catches his attention, and you can see his eyes carefully track the movement. There's a glint in them that, this close up, seems off. Not human. Right now, you're not sure if you care.

When he looks back up at you, you think he might be smiling, if it's even possible. "I would love to know it."

[ultrainstinctslasher]

HELLO

ok so basically, and, Im sorry if some of these slashers arent those you write for. But Michael, Hannibal, Thomas, and Brahms with a filipino s/o who LOVES baking them treats from their country? I think this is esp interesting with Hannibal since the guy is used to european cuisine and probably hasnt tried anything southeast asian. To make your job easier Im giving you a list of pinoy pastries;

bibingka, cassava cake((highly recommend this to you)), pan de coco, pandan cakes((Pandan is a lovely flavor and I highly recommend)), leche flan, and taho ^^ Hope you enjoy this ask sshahs Sorry if its long :,,))

Slashers x Filipino!Reader who bakes

Notes: I am so sorry for taking so long. I literally say this for every ask, but holy shit this took me so long to get to. I've had cassava cake before, and it's sooooo good. Hope you enjoy.

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Michael Myers vs Bibingka

You should know by now that Michael has a huge sweet tooth, and if you don't... what are you even doing

Anything that isn't sweet enough is automatically ruled out, so when he sees you using rice to cook desert, he refuses to eat

You had to explain to him that bibingka was sweet, with banana leaves, coconut milk and plenty of sugar, but he refused

Although Michael was raised outside of social norms, he learned enough before being admitted sanitarium to know what foods are and aren't sweet, and rice isn't sweet

Your best bet is to bake it when Michael is out the house and serve it to him when he gets home

When he does eat it, he falls in love

With it, not you. Duh, Y/N

He'd want to watch you bake all the time after eating it and would probably never leave you alone until you bake what he wants

You're sweating nervously when he asks you to bake him bibingka again, fully aware of how upset he'll be if he finds out that there's rice in it

Que 'accidently' falling asleep

Hannibal Lecter vs Pandan Cake

Whether you like it or not, he will try to criticize

He likes to cook more than he likes to bake, but he has enough knowledge about it know what you did right and wrong (mostly he likes to point out the wrong though)

He's tried your cooking and baking before and he admits it's pretty good, but he's never tried any dishes from the Philippines

A petty part of him is a bit jealous of your wider pallet of foods in your knowledge, but he was better than letting that known

He'd never seen you so happy when he asked you to cook something from the Philippines

You decided to bake him pandan cake, a simple, sponge-like cake with a unique taste

He wasn't very impressed with the presentation, and he made that pretty clear with the barely audible 'tsk'

He was surprised to see the green interior, and the smell was mouth-salvating

The moment he tasted it, he wanted to take back all the petty comments he said about your baking (albeit inside his head)

This would probably be the only time he'd compliment you, never having tasted something so sweet and soft

He'd say something simple like 'It's amazing darling,' but he wanted to say so much more. Too bad he's too prideful

That being said, he would wait for the day you bake again with eagerness

Brahms Heelshire vs Taho

Petty

So damn petty

"Ew, what's that."

It's not even a question, just a clarification of his disgust

British boy does not like something flavorful (not surprising)

He didn't even try it

Even when you looked really sad

You tried to get him to at least try it, but he was hard-set on not going near it

When you finally give up, he actually starts to feel bad

"I just wanted you to try something new, you know? Something that comes from my culture and maybe I could even teach you. I just want us to bond mo-"

"STOP TRYING TO GUILT ME INTO TRYING IT!"

You simply looked at him with a sad face, fully aware he was about to crack

"Ugh- Fine. I'll try it."

He loved it.

So much.

But he refused to tell you

"It's fine. But I'm not eating anymore!"

He snuck down at night and ate the rest

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[weenwrites]

pre-dating hcs of tfp smokescreen and wheeljack (separate) with a shy/awkward human charge, what would both make of them, how long would it take for their relationship to progress, and how would the confession happen? 🙏 thanks for the food  

✎ A/N: Here you go! Hope you enjoy it ˆˆ

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Smokescreen

He's so smitten with his crush that his view on you is actually a bit skewed and biased. He thinks you're one of the best people in the world and he'd enjoy hanging around you whenever he gets the chance.

He's so eager to prove himself to you that he rushes head-first into things at times to try and impress you. He stumbles here and there at first, but when he gains his footing and calms down a little more, he pulls off rather impressive feats to try and catch your attention and your praise. Now of course he doesn't want to seem too desperate or anything that would make him seem unappealing to you, so of course he tries to play it carefully and make it seem like he isn't trying too hard to vie for your attention... It's a fine line, and he's not too sure how to try and reach that perfect "middle zone".

Smokescreen's typically the kind of person to take initiative, sure, but when it comes to you he's at a complete loss on where in your relationship he should go ahead and ask you out on a date, and he agonizes over these things for days on end. Whenever he looks back on times you've spent together in the past, he'll sometimes mutter to himself all about how "that was the perfect moment! Why didn't I take it?!" and "ugh... I should've confessed to them then..."

When he thinks he's mustered the courage to, he tries to do it at the pinnacle of an impromptu "date" when you're both having the times of your lives. But even then, it's hard for him to even begin saying anything, and he doubts whether he should be mentioning it at this time specifically, but he's gotten this far... so... he should do it! He should take this chance while he still can!

Wheeljack

He thinks you're cool in his eyes, regardless of whether you are or aren't. He has a tendency to treat you like a partner in crime of sorts. He'll take you out to go do something fun, but it's also probably something dangerous. But if that isn't your cup of tea, then he'd settle for just sticking around you and talking.

While he's pining for you, he doesn't actually treat you all that differently, nor does he act too differently either. He's still pretty chill and casual around you, and the only difference is that he wants to hang out with you more. As a result it's not too clear that he like-likes you. And if you're sorta the same, then your relationship will take quite some time to progress since he's trying to guess if he has any sort of chance with you, but he can't find any signs.

He's not afraid to pop the question... Well... Maybe he's a bit afraid... But he's willing to take whatever answer you give him, no matter how bad it is. So he finally bursts the bubble one day. It's not during any special moment the two of you are spending together, or anything like that. It's just on a normal day while you're both hanging out. He drops it so casually that it sounds like he isn't nervous in the slightest, but if you were to listen more carefully to the way he says it, and pay more attention to the look on his face and the glint in his eyes, or the way he's wringing his hands... He's nervous.

He gets what it's like to long for the way things were, and he's worried that if you don't feel the same way, he'll be left wishing for that same old feeling of friendship between the two of you. But much to his relief, you feel the exact same way, so he doesn't worry about that for long.

[melodiesofblueroses]

Okay ! May i ask you a few flower prompts about Kouta from Sanrio Boys ? Only if you have time and energy of course ! As again, I love your work and personality !

🌼 Wisteria - How they would be jealous, or if they can be jealous easily (maybe this is how we can see a side of Kouta we are not so used to see)

🌼 Periwinkle ! Add a random headcanon you have about Kouta

Thank you 💙

ofc anon! This was a v cute and sweet request, and I had so much fun writing it! Kouta is such a sweetheart aw,, Hope you enjoy this request as much as I did writing it 💕 I also did something a little different, so it's a bit longer than usual but alas! hope you enjoy <3

flower prompts: kouta hasegawa

Kouta

❁ Wisteria — Would they get jealous easily?

kouta actually didn't get jealous too easily! it's pretty difficult to do so actually given that he's not really the jealous type

he trusts you wholeheartedly, of course; and kouta knows that if someone tries to flirt with you or make some sort of advances, you'd have it totally under control. he's not even that much of a confrontational type anyway, cutely shy

(though admittedly, he is a bit naϊve at times so he may or may not know what even constitutes as flirting. yuu would totally tease him about it at times)

but when kouta does get jealous — usually when he's a bit touch starved — it's the shy and quiet sort. he'd hide it from you and try his very best to deny it, to stave off those stupid feelings

he doesn't like the feeling of being jealous, and kouta totally thinks it's stupid anyway. he feels a bit embarrassed, in a way. there's no reason to be jealous after all!

the way his heart beats a bit painfully and how he gets all antsy makes kouta a bit too uncomfortable for his liking. ugh, his school uniform feels too stuffy now too, he pouts

and although kouta tries to hide it, he's not exactly a secretive person. he wears his heart on his sleeve, and it's pretty clear to everyone — including his friends and you — that he's jealous

he can deny it all he wants, but the way kouta is staring at the guy talking you up during free period, playing with the cuffs of his sleeves, is too obvious

yuu can't help but tease him about it, though shunsuke bluntly tells him to just confess his jealously to you (to which kouta absolutely refuses and even tries to deny he's even jealous. again, not convincing whatsoever)

but with some sage advice(?) and some hype from yuu who continues to egg him on, kouta decides to tell you so anyway. he can't really handle the twisted feeling in his chest anymore, and kouta feels himself getting more jealous the longer he watched you and the guy

he knows that it's nothing! but kouta will now admit, he was totally jealous of the proximity between you and the guy now during free period

"um, sweetheart.." kouta's voice is shy and comes out small, but it's still enough for you to hear. he sees as you turn around, quirking your head cutely to the side; it makes him flush all the more. kouta can't help but hide behind the homework he had brought, to avert his gaze from yours and stutter out his words. this was oh so flustering for him to admit after all.

"yes, kouta?" you turn around in your seat, waving goodbye to your classmate who you were just tutoring in japanese. it was free period after all, and there wasn't much else to do; besides, he had asked you for help beforehand anyway. but now that kouta had appeared, your attention is all on him.your boyfriend is all flushed pink and cute.

"um, could you.." kouta looks behind him for a few seconds, and he sees as yuu grins and motions for him to continue. it does make kouta all the more warm, but he does gather up the courage to blurt it out. "could you..help me out with the japanese homework too?"

it's all too clear what's going on. you raise your brow, watching as your shy boyfriend holds his paper a bit too tight, crinkling it. and you look behind him, noticing how his friends are watching with such interest and spark. ah, kouta is jealous, you tut. it's easy to tell, especially with the way he holds the paper way too close to his lips and how kouta closes his eyes, as if preparing for rejection.

kouta was an open book: too easy to read. but it's also totally cute, you can't help but think, giggling a bit seeing how shy kouta was at the moment. y'know, it was a bit adorable that someone as shy as kouta even got jealous in the first place.

"of course, sweetie!" kouta gets even more warm at your words, and the pink tinting his cheeks brightens. well...he certainly didn't expect that (ok he didn't know what to expect). he gets all too flustered, and you can't help but smile at him really. gosh, jealous kouta really was a cutie, you think. you wouldn't tease him for being jealous now though...not here, at least. you think kouta would combust right here right now if you did so anyway, and you still need him until the end of the school day. "so, what do you need help on?"

ah, this was too embarrassing, kouta thinks, but he's all the more content still. the knot in his heart seems to have went away, and he relaxes his shoulders. even as warm as he felt, being tutored by you amidst free period, kouta was still pretty happy with the outcome. yeah, he didn't actually need any help, but that was irrelevant. kouta now got to spend time with you instead of that other guy, and that made him feel better. he sighs, a content smile on his lips.

man, jealously really was a disease, kouta thinks. he had to try harder to not get jealous again.

❁ Periwinkle — A random headcanon of yours!

you once won kouta a pompompurin plushie from a claw machine during a date, and it's one of his most prized possessions (next to the plush from his grandma). kouta likes to sleep with it each night, cute smile on his lips, as he drifts off to sleep thinking about you.

honestly, he had a tendency of cuddling with that plush each time kouta was missing you as well; after all, it was a gift from you, and whenever kouta looked at it, he envisioned your adorable smile as you gifted him it. it reminded him a lot of you and brought him a lot of comfort whenever kouta was dealing with a lot. he'd never let you find out though; kouta think that'd be mega embarrassing.

(he also keeps it in a safe space hidden away when not at home so that his mom didn't accidentally throw it away as well)

[skaruresonic]

You know what this Lanolin and Silver situation reminds me of? How not so long ago the comic had Whisper do basically the same level of smacking and smack-talking to Jet. Yes, the context there was more "comedic" I guess because they also have him be an excessively annoying fanboy for her, even after she smacks him. But I do remember that the "fans" were for the most part making memes like "lesbian on gay twink violence lmao" about this. Same thing but it's now happening to a more "well-received" character (though looking through both tumblr and twitter, you'd think babylon rogues have about as many fans as any other character).

But I do remember that the "fans" were for the most part making memes like "lesbian on gay twink violence lmao" about this. ah yes, such fantastic representation IDW has: - one lesbian who exists just to suffer forever from her woobie backstory, one she will never be allowed to move on from, - another who has the IQ and emotional intelligence of a potato, who makes her friend/gf feel like she was in the wrong for being triggered by her insensitive remark, - yet another who is bossy at best and a bully at worst, - a possible trans character whose pain and trauma get dismissed by Sonic in the name of his principles, and who never receives proper closure with her creator, - a gay man who suffered a brutal mental breakdown before getting his head caved in by a steel girder and eulogized as "big oof" by Mr. Principles not an issue after the latter said he'd have been willing to give "even" him a chance, - an edgy traitorous murderer, - and two background OCs whose names nobody can remember.

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Yes, the context there was more "comedic" I guess because they also have him be an excessively annoying fanboy for her, even after she smacks him. ...I haven't read that part. Why are my OOC senses tingling. somehow I can't picture Whisper doing that. peak writing

And this, kids, is why framing is important. There's a difference between "hurting" a character for Rule of Funny (the critical difference being that they're not actually substantially harmed) or for cartoonish effect... and playing it so painfully straight that it reads like disciplinary abuse.

The art doesn't seem to make it terribly clear, so in hindsight I realize I may have probably misread this panel. But to me, this initially read as Lanolin smacking Whisper repeatedly about the head. Maybe that's not the case, but even so, wouldn't you get that vibe with how stuttered Whisper's speech is? It's as if she's trying to speak between blows but Lanolin won't let her. Look at the crowd. They're either gawking or uncomfortable. One background character is covering her eyes. The Wisps look like they don't want to be there. The overall feeling this one panel emits is just all sorts of "ugh" BECAUSE it's played so painfully straight, without a hint of irony. Even more uncomfortable is the fact that Lanolin could have simply shrugged Whisper off when she grabbed her arm, or at least told her to knock it off like she told Silver, but no, she had to make a scene out of the situation for Drama. Or something.

Please excuse me using my own work to provide a counterexample, but just to demonstrate what I'm talking about:

Sonic gets hurt throughout the VN as part of a running gag. It's played for laughs, emphasized by the cartoonish amounts of squash and stretch. With the possible exception of Eggman, no one hurts Sonic with any real malice, and unlike Whisper's case at Lanolin's hands, it isn't treated like a public flogging intended to put him in his place.

[the-diabolist]

Lawrence in the gameroom with the hunting knife (maybe Ren as his “accomplice”? If you don’t allow Ren for these, please ignore.)

Kinktober 2022, day 10 - I don't usually write for Ren, but I made an exception this time, and I'm glad I did! I'll probably continue this at some point, but it was getting too long and I've still got other writing to do.

c.w: fem reader, threesome (more or less), voyeurism, first time, a bit of corruption for flavor, Ren calls the shots. 1.1k

You admit it was probably a bad idea to go home with them after leaving the bar, but you like them a lot - especially the blonde one - and honestly it was about time you did something about that pesky virginity of yours anyway, right? You feel ready, and Lawrence seems like he'd be really sweet and gentle about it.

So, when you'd all decided to go back to Ren's house, your motives were decidedly ulterior.

You wish Lawrence would have offered up his place, though. It's hard enough trying to make a move when you don't really know what you're doing; it's even tougher when the other person is an anxious mess themselves and there's a third party hanging around that you're not sure how to ditch.

Which is why, half an hour later, you're all sitting around Ren's comfortable living room (how does he afford this place, anyway? Nice house in an upper class neighborhood? Is he some kind of tech genius or something?) playing a lackluster game of Chutes and Ladders.

At least until Ren clears his throat and speaks up.

"Well, if neither of you are brave enough to make a move, I guess I will," he says with mild irritation. "Kiss her already, Law."

Lawrence flushes pink and fumbles his game piece, almost knocking over your glass of water in the process.

"Who - who says I - " he mutters, stumbling, "and - and, she, uh, probably doesn't even want - "

Ren rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I do, actually," you somehow find the courage to say. Ren's ears perk up in surprise. Clearly he didn't think you had the nerve. And, while you're still hoping to get Lawrence to yourself, you can't deny the little jolt of arousal you'd felt when the other man had ordered him to kiss you.

Lawrence's flush darkens as a tiny "oh" falls from his lips. He looks from you to his friend and back, then swallows hard, seemingly at a loss for where to start.

"Ugh, you then," Ren says imperiously, looking at you, "start the kissing. I'm bored."

You glance at Lawrence; he doesn't look opposed. So, with only a moment's hesitation, you cross over to the couch both men are seated on before kneeling in front of the blonde, between his knees.

"Want to?" you ask, nervously biting your lower lip as you look up at him. It must be quite a sight, because you can practically see his soul leave his body for a second - but it comes back, and he nods slightly before leaning closer.

You're the one to close the distance, bringing your lips together. After a moment, you start to think you probably have more kissing experience than he does... at least, that's how it seems.

"Too chaste," Ren complains from the couch cushion next to you (you hadn't noticed him move closer), "use some tongue."

You follow his order without thinking, softly running the tip of your tongue over Lawrence's lower lip. He groans and opens his mouth, granting you access, which you take. You're still doing about 80% of the kissing; his movements are tentative and soft, barely there.

"You're doing fine, Law," he assures the other man, "you can touch her. She said she wanted you, remember?"

And suddenly you no longer want Ren to leave. You were already on the fence - the way he's directing your encounter is actually very hot - but the fact that he's apparently able to spur his friend into action with just a few words is the deciding factor.

Lawrence's hands surge over you, fingers slipping into your hair and cupping your jaw, pulling you closer, kissing you like he's trying to devour you.

"Much better," Ren purrs. He sounds... different, like he's now affected by the proceedings rather than just being a distant observer. He sounds aroused. "He can reach you better if you climb into his lap," he tells you, and you're hopping up almost before he's done speaking, vaulting into Lawrence's newly-voracious arms and straddling his legs.

His hands roam, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your chest, circling your throat. He breaks contact with your lips to trail hot kisses down your neck, over your collarbones - when he reaches the neckline of your shirt, he breathes a noise of complaint.

"Well take it off of her, then," Ren instructs, and Lawrence obeys, slipping his fingers under your hem and lifting. You help him pull it over your head. He groans again at the sight of your breasts, snugly contained in your lacy bra. His hands cup and squeeze as his lips trail across all the bare skin he can reach, kisses messy and starved.

The fingers that reach behind you to undo the hook-and-eye closure between your shoulderblades aren't his, but suddenly your bra is loose, cups slackening. Lawrence rips it away with a strangled noise, and you're only a little self-conscious about it. This is what you were planning, after all, and you think you need him to keep touching your skin more than you need to breathe.

"You're welcome, Law," Ren says; his nails trail down your spine as Lawrence becomes preoccupied by your bare breasts - fondling, squeezing, rubbing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. You moan when he leans forward to take one in his mouth. Running on autopilot, you grind down into his lap, only to get a feel of how hard he is. 

"Get back on the floor and lay down," Ren whispers in your ear, then nips at your lobe, sending a pleasant jolt through you.

Extracting yourself from Lawrence's grip isn't easy, but you manage it, and lay back on the carpet. "Pants off," he says to the room at large, and both of you scramble to comply. You go a step further and remove your underwear while you're at it, batting away the butterflies in your stomach. This isn't how you expected this to go, but you're not complaining.

You part your legs as Lawrence climbs between them at the behest of Ren, who finds a new place to sit that gives him a good angle on you.

"Take it easy on him," he says to you, winking, "it's his first time."

"Oh - mine too," you breathe. Lawrence's eyes widen briefly before going soft and hazy; Ren laughs.

"We're popping two cherries tonight?? You're kidding! I told you she was perfect, Law."

He just nods as Ren cackles. You cup his jaw, bringing him in for a kiss to steady your nerves.

"Well, get going," Ren prompts, "those v-cards aren't going to lose themselves. Besides," he muses, "I want my turn sometime today."

[malk1ns]

your last ficlet inspired me, I don't know if you write Sid and ovi but I would love something for them with "stop laughing at me" or "I appreciate your concern"

hmmm hm hm!

random dialogue prompts are here!

The first time Ovechkin calls, Sid doesn't answer.

Well—he can't answer. He's still not allowed to talk on the phone, or look at screens, or read, or really do anything outside of lie in his dark bedroom, stare at the ceiling, and try not to think of anything too complex.

He wouldn't have answered even if he could, though.

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The second time Ovechkin calls, Sid barely has time to look at his phone before Geno's swiping it out of his hand.

"Why Sasha call?" he asks, frowning down at Sid's flip phone.

Sid half-heartedly tries to grab it back, but Geno holds it up over his head. Sid could get off the couch and take it, probably, since Geno can't actually get up from where he's got his leg propped on the sectional, but—well. "I don't know," he replies, reaching for his water. "He called like a week after the Winter Classic, too. I didn't answer, but—"

Geno snorts loudly and tosses the phone back. "He's so annoy," he mutters, but he sounds fond. Sid's given up keeping track of the status of their friendship. "He bother, you say me, and I go fuck him up, ok?"

Sid laughs. "Ok, sure thing, G. Hey, what do you want for lunch?"

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The third, fourth, and fifth time Ovechkin calls, Sid sends him to voicemail.

The sixth time, he's sitting at home alone. Oksana is in town, and even though Geno had invited him over, insisting that she'd love to see him, Sid's not an idiot. The Lemieuxs are at their house in Mont-Tremblant, and Sid's bored. So when his phone goes off, he sighs and hits 'answer'. "Hello?"

"Sidney!" comes Ovechkin's voice, tinny through the phone speaker. "You finally pick up! I'm so glad. I want to say, so sorry for your head. I tell Steckel to apologize, want to check that he did."

Sid pauses. "...yeah?" he finally answers. "I mean, I didn't talk to him, I couldn't—but he left a voicemail, Mario listened to it for me and told me what he said. You told him to do that?"

"Good," Ovechkin says, blowing past Sid's question. "How is head?"

Sid's been spending too much time with Geno, whose main proficiency in the English language is shockingly dirty jokes, so he has to choke back a laugh. "Um. I mean, it's the same, mostly? Still not cleared to skate, but at least I can read and watch TV now. Thanks for asking."

"So sorry, Sid," Ovechkin says again, and he sounds—well, he actually does sound sorry. "I miss you, last two games."

At that, Sid can't hold back his laugh. "No you didn't," he replies, rolling his eyes. "You guys shut us out, both games. No chance you do that if I'm playing, so—"

"Probably no," Ovechkin interrupts. "But, it's not fun, playing without you. Best games for me, always when you're on the ice."

"Oh," Sid says after moment.

It's not that he doesn't feel the same way, but he'd never say it, and he certainly hadn't expected Ovechkin to say it, either.

"You're take care of Zhenya?" Ovechkin asks, politely moving on from Sid's awkward pause.

"Zh—oh, yeah, Geno's been over a lot. Or I've been over there. But Oksana's in town, so I'm giving them some time alone."

Ovechkin's laugh is so loud Sid has to pull his phone away from his ear. "Yes, very smart, Sidney Crosby. Zhenya and Ksyusha—best to leave them alone until they're get out of their systems. Not fit for public, at first."

"Ugh, I know," Sid mutters. "I don't want to ever see that again."

"You're in special club, Sid! People who accidentally find them, we have support group. What happen?"

"Well," Sid starts, settling back into the couch. "The first time was Geno's second year here..."

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"Why you talk to Sasha so much?" Zhenya demands, brandishing Sid's phone at him.

Sid snatches it out of his hand. "Fuck off," he mutters, hoping the heat in his face can be written off as an aftereffect of the exercise Stu just had them doing. They're both still in Pittsburgh, rehabbing into the summer, and Sid's grateful for Geno's company. "We can talk, I don't need permission."

Geno frowns at him. "No," he says slowly, eyeing Sid suspiciously. "Not need, but—just not think you're friends."

"Well," Sid hedges, staring down at his phone. Geno can see through him like none of his other friends. "I mean, I don't know if we're—I think he feels bad, because the hit was someone on his team. He's just checking up on me."

Geno watches him for a minute longer, but thankfully seems to let it go, muttering something dire-sounding in Russian and taking Sid's place on the treadmill.

Sid lets out a long sigh.

---

"Where the fuck are you?" Sid yawns. "And isn't it, like, five in the morning there?"

"Moscow never sleep!" Alex crows, barely audible over the pounding music in the background. "Why you sleep, Sid?"

Sid sighs. "Long day of training," he says, shifting his hips—he'd had a confusing dream in the shallow sleep he'd managed before Alex called, and he's hard now.

"Oh, Sid," Alex croons as the background noise drops significantly—maybe he's stepped outside. "You're back on ice in the fall?"

"Maybe...maybe not right away," Sid says—whispers, almost. Talking about it feels like bad luck, after so much time. "But the trainers think...soon, early in the season."

"Such good news!" Alex says, and he sounds...genuinely happy, excited. "I'm not see for so long—hockey without Sidney Crosby, it's no fun!"

"You could come visit," Sid blurts out. He's horrified as soon as the words leave his mouth.

There's a long enough silence that Sid pulls the phone away to check if the call dropped.

"You really mean?" Alex finally says, all trace of amusement wiped from his voice. "You invite me?"

Sid bites his lip. "Yeah," he says firmly, heart beating a little faster. "Yeah, I'm—if you come back before camp. You should come visit me. And—and Geno, you know he spent the summer here too."

Alex scoffs. "See Zhenya any time, why I care about him. But—yes, I think, I send you when I come?"

"Any time," Sid says softly. "Whenever you want."

[dandelion-wings]

Today's writing warmup is, yes, a bit more of the adventurer Kaeya AU, because there is a particular fun detail that I haven't really touched on yet that I really wanted to put in something at some point. So I figured I'd write a short bit just to, uh. stab Kaeya in the heart a little.

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ETA: Now available on AO3.

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Most of the sludge ends up on Bennet, which is no surprise. Kaeya gets splattered all down his legs and up one side, but his sword-hand stays clean, and he only feels a few flecks hit his hair and face. He scrambles up and out of the sewer channel, away from the mechanism that had broken under Bennett's hand, and checks his pocket.

The map he's spent the past three hours making as Bennett's bad luck took them on a long, circuitous route through the Mondstadt storm sewers has only gotten a little damp on one corner. He rescues it from his pocket before more of the liquid wicking through his clothing can soak in and tucks it into a hidden pocket in his vest, on the side that's clean. He'd guided Bennett's roaming so carefully to get a thorough map, after all. He doesn't want to lose it now. Though this will be a good excuse for making it vanish.

Just in case Bennett had noticed the movement, he pulls out the handkerchief he usually keeps in the pocket that one's hidden under and advances forward, pulling Bennett to his feet and swiping at his sludge-covered face with the handkerchief until at least his eyes and mouth are clear. Bennett splutters and coughs and spits up enough sludge that Kaeya is a little concerned, but finally he waves Kaeya's attentions away. Kaeya tosses the ruined handkerchief carelessly into the flow.

"I'm okay! Ugh, gross," Bennett adds in immediate contradiction as he tries to wipe his hands on his shirt and only makes them sludgier.

"Look on the bright side," Kaeya says, putting his left, already-sludged arm around him and pointing up towards the open gate from which the sludge had poured. "You opened up a whole new path to try."

"Maybe this one will lead to the debris trap, and we'll find Marjorie's necklace!"

"It's worth a try," Kaeya agrees.

It will allow him to add this route to the map, too, later on. This commission has been a real windfall for him. He hasn't had anything worthwhile for his handler for almost a month now, and while the coded notes his contact passes to him are always written in strictly neutral tones, he imagines he can still read impatience into the curt instructions. But in the course of their wandering he's found three different exits from the sewers that are clearly being used by smugglers to get goods in and out of Mondstadt under the Knights' noses, and he's sure he'll find more when he comes back alone tonight to scout a bit more strategically, with some future Khaenri'ahan expeditionary force in mind.

Not that he knows exactly what such a force would look like, or what approach they'll actually use. But three years as an apprentice knight hadn't been totally useless. Kaeya has a decent idea of what kind of intel will provide a military advantage someday, even if he doesn't know exactly how it will be used. It isn't his business to know. All he has to do is continue to demonstrate that working with the Adventurers' Guild is just as useful for gathering that intel as being a Knight would have been.

Carefully setting that line of thought aside for later tonight, Kaeya crouches down and offers Bennett his sludge-covered hand as a stirrup. "Why don't I give you a boost?"

"Thanks!" Bennett springs from his hand to his shoulder and up into the new tunnel revealed over their heads, taking care not to touch any part of Kaeya that hasn't already been thoroughly begrimed on his way up. He manages it, too, even if he barks his shin on the tunnel's edge as he gets up there. "Do you want a hand from here?"

"No," Kaeya assures him before Bennett tries to lie down in the remaining sludge and probably ends up sliming his face all over again. He glances around at the shape of the sewer channel, takes a few steps back, turns and dashes up the sloping wall nearly to where it's straight, and then springs up, catches the edge of the higher tunnel with his unclean hand, and manages to roll up over the edge and through the open gate without getting more than a few drops of more sludge on the parts of him that have remained clean.

"That was *awesome*," Bennett says, grinning up at him. "You've gotta teach me how to do that!"

"It's not that difficult. It's using the same principles as that backstab I taught you, so you already know the basics. Though I'd be happy to demonstrate how I applied them here. After we get out of the sewer."

"Yeah, let's finish the commission first! I can't wait. I mean, I'll probably mess it up a few times, but-"

Kaeya cuts him off. "But you'll get it in the end, won't you? That's what you always do."

"Definitely!" Bennett bumps his elbow companionably against Kaeya's begrimed side. Kaeya goes tense, bracing against what he knows is coming. "Thanks. Having you as my big brother is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me, you know?"

This is far from the first time Kaeya has heard him say that, but it hits like a knife in the chest every time. Kaeya is reminded, unwillingly, of the Khaenri'ahan expeditionary force he'd imagined pouring through these ancient sewer tunnels, the ones his work here might guide. He knows, even if Bennett doesn't, that he's just another manifestation of Bennett's bad luck. His little brother can't have *anything* good without a downside. The world seems determined to prove that.

Hiding the lurch in his gut, Kaeya smiles back down at him, careful and smooth, and gives him the same answer he always does. "Only the luckiest thing that's happened to you so far. Who knows? Maybe today's the day your luck turns for good."

"Maybe! Who knows what else we could find with Marjorie's necklace? It might be a huge score!" Successfully distracted, Bennett bounds forward, into the dark depths of the tunnel beyond, his Vision filling the space with a shadowy red light as it swings wildly at his hip. "Come on, Kaeya, let's go!"

Kaeya starts after him more slowly, still shaking off the momentary wrench. He should be used to it by now. It's not like he's going to let Bennett be hurt, whatever happens. He can be this one stroke of good luck for his little brother: when Khaenri'ah finally makes his move, Kaeya will be there to shield him from the fallout. Bennett will probably hate him, once he understands what's happened, but Kaeya will make sure he's still alive to do it. Better to focus on that than on the larger scope of the disaster that his work will, someday, help cause.

[the-somewhat-rambling-reviewer]

Teen Wolf (2023) Movie Thoughts (Mostly Ranting)

Mainly, I'm disappointed.

First here are the things I'm neutral about/did like:

I honestly thought Liam was Stiles at first. It could just be me, but Sprayberry strongly resembles O'Brien, and Liam came across more like a mature, collected Stiles than a grown Liam in that first scene.

For all the issues I have with Derek's storyline, I did like both the writing and the acting presented dad!Derek. I liked the fact Derek is helping out law enforcement when there's fires being set around Beacon Hills.

Unfortunately, this is pretty much all I liked, and to be clear, mistaking Liam for Stiles is something I'm neutral about. I didn't particularly care one way or another about Liam in the movie, and I was fine with Stiles not being in the movie.

Liam's girlfriend is another thing I'm neutral about. I'm not going to hate on an actress for accepting a job when another actress was done dirty. I didn't dislike this new character, but I didn't see anything that made me interested in her, either.

Now onto what I didn't like.

For all I liked dad!Derek, it rubbed me the wrong way that there was no mention at all of Eli's mother. It seemed pretty clear to me that Eli was Derek's biological son, and so, this is not a case of single Derek adopting a kid, which, I'd be totally down for.

Look, was he married? Is he divorced? As much as I usually hate the trope of dead mothers, is she dead? Did he have a one-night stand, and she handed the baby over with explicit instructions to never contact her? Did he get involved with another horrible woman, and there's a court order stating that, if she comes within hundred feet of Beacon Hills before Eli is eighteen, she'll be arrested?

Moving on, I could unhappily accept complete lack of Corey, but Mason as a cop?

No.

Nope.

Uh-uh.

This is like if Lydia was a deputy.

Bear with the jumbled way I try to express this.

Sheriff Stilinski and Parrish are both intelligent men. In this universe, maybe, BLM doesn't even need to be a thing, because, the justice system is largely fair and about actually protecting people.

If so, then, the police would be essentially a blue-collar job, and I absolutely do not intend to demean honest, hard-working blue-collar workers.

Mason had an insanely high GPA, he genuinely loved science, was a bonafide bookworm, and there were hints he was from an upper-middle-class background.

If he decided on the justice system, he'd be a lawyer or some type of specialist, but I really doubt he'd decide on the justice system in the first place.

He wasn't particularly athletic, and while he wasn't one to naturally challenge authority, he wasn't one who would try to uphold authority, either. Yes, he wanted to help people, to protect them, but he was more, 'let's figure this out so that I can get back to kissing my boyfriend, working on my grades, and learning all this cool stuff about my friends,' than anything.

But moving on, I wish I could have liked the Ethan mention, but it's not great when a person goes to a dangerous place to put themselves in danger without telling their significant other, and it's even worse when they decide to do all this despite knowing that their significant other has big, big problems with them doing so.

Assuming Ryan Kelley or whoever that bare-bottom belonged to was okay with their naked bottom being shown and touched on TV, then, yay for equal opportunity fanservice, but ugh to Parrish/Malia.

Ugh to Malia apparently going by the surname Hale now.

I could have been on-board with Harris' return, but the movie had to frell that up.

I accepted a long time ago that Harris being Jackson's biological father wouldn't happen, but it's canon that Harris showed genuine concern, possibly even affection, for Jackson.

And of course, his motivation is that, like almost all the villains, whether correct in doing so or not, he blames Scott for his pain and suffering.

I wouldn't say Adam Fristoe was bad, he does seem to be a good actor, but aside from all my problems with Harris' role, I felt as if Fristoe was playing a way different character than Harris ever was.

Random, but when I first the line, "They call me Mister Tibbs," I thought, 'But the character is a detective.'

I had a similar thing when Peter referred to Deaton as 'Mister' Deaton. He is a licensed veterinary doctor.

The thing is, I honestly don't think this was a race thing with Deaton, but that's where my mind went.

Finally, onto Allison.

This had the potential to be great, but it wasn't.

Erica and Boyd were never brought up. So, everyone going on about how Allison wouldn't harm a fifteen-year-old boy- how old was Boyd when Chris himself said, paraphrased, 'Caught came awfully close to kill.'? Erica was sixteen when Allison shot an arrow at her whilst she was lying on the ground from another arrow shot.

Whether Allison ever truly felt bad for contributing to Erica's death or whether she was just horrified she became this person she recognised as immoral due to manipulation was, arguably, never made clear in the series.

That could have been explored. Has everything made her a coldly practical person who is determined never to cross certain moral lines and to follow this path of being a warrior, or is she a passionate, empathetic person who is trying to heal from the mistakes she wishes she could take back but knows she can't?

Chris had a line about how he'd kill to protect a fifteen-year-old boy, but whether he actually did hold a gun to Scott's head to get Allison to agree to stop seeing Scott or that was unreliable narration, he did do a lot of other things to make it clear that teenage shifters were lesser in his eyes.

And I'm still convinced, if he could have, he would have locked Lydia in his basement after her fugue state until she either died from a combination of starvation, dehydration, and possibly infection, or until she turned, whereupon he either would have killed her or secretly deposited her in Eichen's.

In the end, it was all about Scott/Allison, not about Allison rediscovering/reclaiming herself.

This is minor, but Scott not knowing what 'wistful' means was stupid. I didn't buy that.

That's all for now.

Fin.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

director's cut for 'motion capture' anddd 'you're the cat's meow'?????

star and zo are talking about this ask game (still open!)

damn we're going in HARD!!! thank you babes for asking about these because the world of motion capture is one of my all time favourites that i've done - elliott nation star and zo stay winning 🤩🤩🤩

the fics in question: motion capture + you're the cat's meow! spoilers for both of those under the cut 💕💕

ever since elliott and sunshine got caught and captured in canon i wanted to write something about that, but the concept for motion capture only really materialised properly in the summer when scorpius' first audio ('A Deal With a Demon') dropped - it's no secret that i LOVE me an unreliable narrator, and that dramatic irony is my favourite thing EVER, and what better way to combine those than with a brainwashed elliott??

brain stuff and the manipulation of minds and thoughts has always been a massive thing for me in my writing - i think it's incredibly versatile and adds lovely dimension, whether in terms of the way your worldview changes when you're in love with someone, or the inherent horror of not being able to trust your own mind and sensibility 😍😍 i bring it up a lot, but i think elliott and sunshine fit both of those very nicely, so it was only natural to give elliott a taste of that hehe

i don't think i made it very clear in the actual fic, but the song that elliott wakes up to is 'You Are The Sunshine Of My Life' by stevie wonder - the title is, of course, delightful for these two, and the particular bit of the song that elliott hears is MAGNIFICENTLY painful in the context of the fic 🥰🥰 i was kind of thinking about those, like, late 90s and 00s american teen movies where they always like to start with a pop song that plays over the opening montage, that melts into the protagonist waking up and hitting snooze or stopping the song bc it's their alarm - you know the kind i mean? and of course, this fic was inspired by the elliott fic of all elliott fics, rowan's bring me a dream, which incorporates music BEAUTIFULLY - it felt like the appropriate thing to do 🤩💖🫰

this fic was actually meant to unfold very differently, and you can kind of see bits of that original storyline that never got used - there's a set up with the deodorant and the left hand door of the closet that was supposed to pay off later, but never really comes to anything. elliott was supposed to be looking for something (i think it was going to be a hoodie?) and realise that it was probably behind that door, and then when he opened it he'd find all of sunshine's clothes - that was going to be what fucked up his brain, but alas i couldn't find a way to make it work 😫😫

there were also meant to be more pages in elliott's notebook!! i actually had some of them ready to go when i scrapped the idea, but it was getting too confusing - basically, before he left for closeknit, past-elliott would have written an "if you're reading this, i'm dead" letter in the back of the book, which present-elliott was going to find and absolutely lose his mind over what that implies about his life right now! it was a good idea, but the logistics behind it were too complicated - why would elliott only be finding that letter now, instead of days or weeks or months ago? what's special about today? what's different? it was all getting too much, so unfortunately that had to go 😭😭

my favourite favourite bit from the whole thing is DEFINITELY the bit where he makes tea - the line "(The mug is blue. Elliott is lactose intolerant.)" is, in my opinion, one of my all-time best lines i've ever done, and i love the way that whole bit came out 🥰🥰 the way he tries to rationalise and deny what's very clearly happened, the way the narration starts to repeat and bleed over itself.... UGH it was so much fun to write hehe 🥳🥳🥳

it took AGES to try and logic my way through exactly how elliott was able to keep himself alive in the flat, and the logic i ended up with isn't entirely watertight but i think it does the job! he needed to be getting food, water, electricity etc but no internet, and he couldn't be allowed to independently leave the house because i needed him to not accidentally run into people he knew on the street who might give the game away - but at the same time, people who know him (like family, friends, people from his job etc) needed to not raise the alarm that he hasn't been seen for some indefinite period of time 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

(in my mind, what happened was that closeknit was able to (by hook or by crook) get elliott assigned to one of their own people on some big 'top-secret' project that needed total secrecy and probably an extended stay abroad or in another state or something, and then to distribute that fact via elliott's phone (that they've definitely had access to, bc we know that the SIM card has been removed) to his family and friends - that way, nobody would go looking for him and radio silence wouldn't be too suspicious. obviously they wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, but i imagine that a) closeknit intends to kill elliott before long, regardless of blake's promise to sunshine, and b) this was all done in a bit of a hurry, when they captured elliott and sunshine and were then like "oh fuck what do we do now", and that panic is part of the reason why scorpius' memory modification didn't quite work correctly!)

the idea of the locket came from lyric on discord, who was kind enough to listen to me kick and scream about how i had no idea how to resolve all of this and then zapped me with the biggest brainwave imaginable - this is another shameless reference to a real locket that i own lol (the same one that gavin is wearing in get in, loser!) ✌️✌️ i loved the idea of elliott getting hit with that huge wave of dread and confusion as he looks at something that very clearly shouldn't be possible if the world is as he thinks it is - basically, he's seeing a glitch in the matrix and it's terrifying!!

i don't know if it came through very clearly in the narration, but in that last bit what happens is as follows:

elliott drops the pen, and kneels down to pick it up

he notices something shiny under the sofa, and sticks his head underneath there so that he can reach it

while he's still under there, he picks it up - it's a locket - and opens it, confused because he's already wearing an identical one

his is empty, but the one he found is not, containing a picture of him and sunshine, and the words "for my sunshine." - overwhelmed by the undeniable proof that something is very very wrong, it triggers a bout of lightheadedness

he tries to hold onto the memory, but hits his head on the underneath of the sofa, dropping the locket back where he found it and causing him to lose focus just long enough for the lightheadedness to make him forget

it's implied that this has happened before, and will continue to happen every day indefinitely

(also, "navy blue cotton" is a reference to thy fair imperfect shade, my first elliott fic - it has no bearing on the story here, it's just for fun hehe 🥳🥳)

we can definitely talk about you're the cat's meow!, although it's quite short so there might not be much to say! they both take place in the same universe, and i'd had that song in the back pocket for a few months at least - although it was meant for a fluff fic, i'm a sucker for tonal dissonance... 🤩🤩🤩

this fic is, to me, the chaser to motion capture - not so much a narrative foil, but showing that closeknit didn't keep their promises to either of them. sunshine was told that elliott's off living a normal, happy life (he's emphatically not), and elliott was under the impression that sunshine didn't even exist (they do, but not for much longer if blake keeps chipping away at them).

i do hope it's clear, but just so we're all on the same page:

closeknit did not give sunshine a radio - that's them singing the same song over and over again in an attempt to comfort themselves and block out what's really going on

the 'house in the forest' that blake keeps burning down is the one from elliott's BA that he and sunshine designed together

the 'little friend' who has a nightmare is blake's listener - his one weakness, and inadvertently the reason why blake's goal to talk to brachium has yet to succeed

the reason sunshine is still there is because they won't give in - in their mind, they've pivoted to protecting elliott the way they couldn't do physically, and so blake is now having to try and wear them down in order make them pliable enough to get access to brachium

sunshine is wearing a straitjacket - that's why the jacket is so 'cuddly and soft', and why their arms specifically are so warm

[cat3ch1sm]

Could you do langa bf headcannons?

🌱| yes, of course! thanks 4 my first sk8 the infinity request <33

🌲| see this list for more on my acct, including req rules, stuff i write, and more!

what's it like dating langa? gn!reader

· the main way for langa to notice you would be through skateboarding- so a pro skateboarder you will be! langa first caught sight of you at an S beef beating the crap out of Shadow. he noticed your elegant technique and smooth style of skateboarding- it was clear you knew what you were doing. he really admired your ability and would sometimes drag reki to the S just to watch you and observe the way you skateboarded.

· of course, reki immediately noticed you were the one langa was wanting to see every night. so, reki being reki, he arranged to have you and langa meet outside of skating by basically hounding you after your races until you finally gave in.

· when that day came for you and langa to meet, langa was thrilled. now he could finally get to meet you- maybe you could show him some things?

· and then he noticed that you were pretty damn attractive.

· he had only seen you from a distance, when you were sailing through midair and perfectly executing your personal moves. that had been plenty already- but up close? you were jaw-dropping.

· of course, now he's all awkward around you. what is he supposed to do?? you're stunning and you're talented- he has no idea how to react to being so close to someone he admires so much. langa blushes a lot around you, although he does a good job of hiding it- he wonders if he'll ever get it together.

· yay, langa- he does! you're actually super nice and really funny, and you find langa just as charming. you two hit it off instantly, and langa finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with you. you felt like an old friend to him, and you felt the same about langa.

· eventually, it happens- you're the one to ask langa out officially as a partner. although he's blushing like crazy and can hardly believe it, his answer is an eager yes! *cue reki diabolically smirking in the bg*

· he wants you to spend so much time with reki- and miya, too! he thinks it would be so awesome if you all were just skating together, and he knows his best friends won't mind.

· you both take turns showing each other tricks and stunts- even ones you guys don't actually know how to do. it's still fun to dust yourself off and laugh when you mess up- you have each other, who cares?

· loves to be the little spoon when you guys cuddle! you think he's adorable asf

· whenever you're just scoring through your phone or reading or something, he'll lean over and rest his chin on your shoulder like, "whatcha doing?"

· will randomly pick you up and carry you around on his back. langa just thinks it's fun for some reason

· langa, miya, and reki get into the MOST IDIOTIC fights known to mankind. congrats, you're the mediator 😀

· langa doesn't talk about his dad much at all. you know he still thinks of him a lot though, and you don't bring him up unless langa does first.

· because langa wants you to be a part of his friend group so badly, he adds you to all of the group chats- which mostly consist of reki, miya, and shadow blowing up you and langa's phones because of even more useless fights. fun 😀😀

· he also introduces you to cherry and hoe joe, and makes sure you stay far away from Adam. he knows you can handle yourself, of course- but he'd rather not take the risk.

· texts r never half-assed. like, "i love you." or "good night, love" none of that "ily" or "gn" bs

· loves to go on vacations with you and his friends. you all together make him so happy! (of course, you get special attention<3)

· is ridiculously smooth and hot and ugh and doesn't even know it- you do get a little jealous sometimes 😭

· late-night walks with langa guys

· he thinks he is so lucky to have you. langa never wants to lose you

🐸| <33 i hope u loved this!

[k-dokja]

Can you write some for Curtin or Gangseok or wooin ?? Please you are the only webtoon writers I know who write amazing ksksk-

Thank you for your love and supports even if my consistency with fandom is nonexistent ; ; I'm waiting for more of Gangseok's appearance to write him, but for now, have these two.

— This man is the king of little kisses, he reigns supreme over all the little kisses there are. He will pepper a bunch all over your face, but his favourite move is when he kisses you from the cheek to shoulder, down to your arm and on your hand.

You don't have to worry about this man being reserved when it comes to his affection. In fact, he's very liberal about it, he's only more of a gentleman about it than anything.

— Has a very "my precious" mindset about you, whether you like it or not. Mostly because he's a world ranker and that's not a position one would have by being a pushover. However, that'd mean he'd be a bit demanding about your attention. Entitled, as one would say.

The price of his adoration comes with complications, he's greedy, something you knew long before getting into a relationship with him. As long as you know your boundaries and be firm about them, he'd know not to push. Upsetting you is not worth satisfying his whims.

— Thinks highly of himself, without a doubt. However, he also thinks extremely highly of you. Not only because you're the love of his life, but also because he calls it as it is. He's definitely not one to lie about things, anything he said he means it.

He's very supportive and encouraging towards any endeavor you want to pursue as long as he believes it's within your capability.

— Is highly protective of you and it shows. Mostly because he's in a sensitive position himself. Even if you can handle yourself, there's no saying what his enemies would do to use you against him. Luckily, he has considerably less enemies than a certain someone.

In fact, it's always better to be in his favour than against because of his ability. Most people would know to steer clear of you so you will have it relatively easy.

— Really likes dressing you up given the chance, especially when you match up with him. You're adorned in white dresses with gold jewellery and diamonds. Honestly, he'd probably put a ring on your finger at the earliest chance possible.

The two of you will probably have a long engagement. He's not exactly in a rush to get married, knowing you would stick around anyway. Besides, wedding is tedious business, it'd take a long time to plan everything perfectly and ensure nothing wrong would happen during the ceremony.

— This baby... ugh, the idea of being with you alone already had him melting. Honestly, he's very happy about being with you and nothing would stop it from showing on his face. Even if he's not very expressive normally, when he's happy with you, it really shows.

You don't have to second-guess Wooin's feelings because his adoration of you is clear in his eyes. No one can tell you otherwise.

— He's not good... romance, in general. Not because he doesn't want to, it's mostly out of inexperience. Like, he does try, he tries a lot actually. He gets tips and advice from his friends, single as they were, and tries to apply those to your relationship.

Some worked, some ended in disaster, but most importantly, he's trying his best. He doesn't mind if you want to lead the way either, especially in the beginning, since he doesn't know much himself.

— Doesn't mind physical affection from you but he's entirely unused to such softness. When you do it in the beginning, he often freezes up because quite frankly, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

However, once he recovers, he'll return your affection, albeit with a bit of awkwardness and clumsiness in his movement.

Later on in the relationship, he'll become the instigator from time to time. Mostly with light pecks on the cheek or the forehead. He also has a fondness to having your hand in his.

— Is actually a bigger cuddler than expected. In private, he's freer to show his affection to you. He really likes hugging you, your warmth gives him comfort. Whenever he gets to sleep while holding you in his arms, he sleeps better and gets none of the nightmares which hound him every now and then.

However, he clings in his sleep and if you're away from bed for too long, he'll wake up to go find you.

— Honestly, it's not news but he's a big eater. Chances are, when the two of you are out eating together, he might look at your portion with puppy-dog eyes even after he was done with his.

He gets so shy when you try to feed him but complies anyway if it makes you happy. In fact, the happiest you ever saw him was whenever you feed him, boy is literally glowing.

[yostresswritinggirl]

hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so

what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that

it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌

What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-

Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!

For the Record

Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)

You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.

Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.

Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.

So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.

Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.

You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.

"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.

Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?

You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"

His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."

Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.

You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.

Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.

Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.

"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."

"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."

Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.

"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."

If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"

The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"

The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.

He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.

The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.

He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.

"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."

That last part eheh

Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh

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[bunnyywritings]

a shy, goth s/o who goes by they/them pronouns

requested by anon; HIII!! I recently started watching soul eater and i finallyyy found someone who writes for them so im reallllly exited!! So i wanted to request something!! Can you do like how Crona, Kid, Soul and Stein would be like in a relationship with a shy goth s/o who uses they/tem prounons (sometimes she). Also when they talk about the things they like they get superrr extroverted and could talk for hourss about it! Also would it heart to ask if you could make cronas a lil longer, they are my comfort character🤧Also wanted to ask if you did emergency requests! If you dont that’s totally fine!!

[a/n: thank you for this request, my lovely anon! It gave me the way to get back into a writing flow again. I quite enjoyed writing for these characters since I don’t get very many Soul Eater requests, as for emergency requests...go ahead and send them in but I apologize if I don’t get it done quickly, seeing as I’m not quite that active on here like I was before. for now, enjoy! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-] 

- truthfully, i think he'd be a little confused at first

- about the whole pronouns thing

- despite being friends with Crona

- so, he'd approach Maka, Crona, and Subaki about it

- he'd be a little embarrassed because he mistakenly exposed his HUGE crush on you

- Subaki coos at him and thinks it's sweet

- Crona is glad to help, knowing that using they/them pronouns is still a foreign concept for some people

- Maka would definitely tease him but ultimately, she's glad he had asked for help

- after realizing that it was a rather simple concept to understand

- he'd get SOOO cocky

- he absolutely loves your style

- obviously thinks you're the coolest person to ever exist

- now the only thing in his way??

- your shyness

- he's only interacted with you a few times but because he tends to be a bit abrasive, you usually keep your distance

- the few times that Stein had called on you in class to answer a question was the most he's really heard you talk

- you were good friends with Kid though

- so you ended up hanging out with the group a lot

- he's seen how passionate you could get whilst talking about your hobbies or about things you liked to Kid or Liz

and Patty

- it made him a gajillion times more attracted to you

- after FINALLY gaining the courage to ask you out (you can thank Black Star for telling him that it wasn't cool to be such

a wimp)

- he'd be on cloud nine

- being in a relationship with Soul would be fun

- he'd be a little awkward at first but he'd soon ease into it

- he's really good at respecting your pronouns

- in the case that he slips up, which i don't really think he would, but if he does he'd feel absolutely terrible

- like he'd beat himself up so hard

- he would do anything to make it up to you

- 100% would cook you a super nice dinner as an apology

- if anybody ever made fun of your style or your pronouns, it's over for that person

- they'd have, not only Soul and Maka on their ass, but they'd have Black Star and Tsubaki, AND the literal son of the grim

reaper and his twin pistols

- overall, Soul would be such a sweetheart

- you make him so, so soft

- gosh i love him so much

- okay

- Kid is definitely somebody who would be up front with his feelings

- he knows about your use of different pronouns and he really admires your bravery to be so open about it

- i feel like he's definitely thought about going by he/they pronouns

- thinks it's absolutely adorable how shy you are

- despite being shy and closed off, he never overlooked you like some students or other staff

- he knows how clever you are

- don't even get me started on your style

- he love love loves your goth style

- especially when you wear anything with skulls on it

- when it comes to his feelings, Liz gets fed up with how ridiculous he's being

- she's watched him break down crying because the stripes on his head aren't symmetrical and someone as precious as you

would think he's trash

- which obviously isn't true

- he sees you out on the balcony, sat on the ledge and book in hand

- he's noticed you with it a lot but it's only the 1st book of a series

- he figures that maybe you just haven't had the chance to find the rest of them

- after some research, he finds that the series had been completed but because of the lack of readers, it was put out of

production and copies were pulled out of libraries and bookstores

- but alas, he had found one of the only complete series in existence in somewhat excellent condition

- it was quite expensive but that was really no problem

- he had wrapped up the set and had gifted them to you with a note and as you read the note, your cheeks burned

- he confessed his feelings

- the next day, you had approached him and thanked him for the gift as well as confessing your own feelings for him

- he thought the stuttering and flushed cheeks was adorable

- 100% the power couple at the DWMA

- sorry i don't make the rules

- Liz and Patty are definitely in love with you, especially with how versatile your fashion is

- Patty has definitely volunteered to paint your nails before

- MATCHING RINGS

- Kid definitely gets you a et of skull rings, just like his

- will go beast mode on anyone who makes fun of your style and/or use of pronouns

he's be such a gentleman and he practically worships the ground you walk on

- as he should  

- Stein would be quite used to the use of they/them pronouns since he has students who go by them

- when there's word of a new teacher at DWMA who goes by they/them, he's quite intrigued

- so much so that he would volunteer to show you around the enormous school

- 10/10 falls in love with you instantly

- your shy demeanor is such a contrast to your style

- definitely lives for teasing you

- anything to make you stutter

- but he'd be very blunt about his feelings

- he makes sure that you're being respected by students and staff alike

- threatens anybody who doesn't

- he gets you some screw earrings or a necklace (if you don't have piercings)

- it's his way of making sure people know that you're his

- Stein would be an excellent significant other

- he's a bit more on the playful side so just always be prepared for cheeky remarks

- he doesn't mind your shyness at all

- since he doesn't really favor going out too much so most of your dates are in doors, his place or yours

- probably with a cup of coffee and a book

- he can be sweet when he wants to

- isn't really into pda but i wouldn't be too surprised if he had a moment of spontaneity and pull you into his arms and

kiss you passionately  

- some students think it's romantic and others definitely tease the both of you

- since your social battery probably runs out pretty quick, he loves that it gives him an out from tiring staff get

togethers

- Death Scythe thinks it's absolutely HYSTERICAL to make fun of Stein's moments of softness

- but ultimately, he thinks the way Stein looks at you is sweet and makes him happy that his friend has found someone like

you

- cause you're the best

- duh

- his wardrobe has infinitely improved since the both of you got together

- all thanks to you

- overall 15/10 a good significant other

- ahh Crona, sweet sweet Crona

- they're the freaking cutest

- now i know that in the anime and manga, it's written that he uses he/him pronouns but it seem like on tumblr everyone has

just settled on using they/them instead because of Crona's androgynous style and frankly it's a bit of an unclear area

- so uhhh yeah, let's get started

- Crona would have trouble admitting that they had feelings for you, so they tries to hide it but alas, Maka had caught on

- it took Soul a bit longer to realize but he eventually did

- the group had caught on and thought it was adorable

- all of them had tried to help in any way they could

- but Crona just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you

- the both of you were quite shy so it was nearly impossible to get some type of interaction between the two of you

- Crona also really loved your style

- the both of you were similar in so many ways

- Black Star had actually been the one to let it slip that Crona had harbored some kind of affection for you

- Tsubaki had smacked him upside the head and chastised him since it wasn't his place to say anything

- but now that it was out in the open, it had given you the slight confidence boost you needed to confess

- but when you did, Crona just stood frozen, almost mortified by your words

- you took it as rejection and ran off into the woods surrounding the school campus

- Ragnarok had then made an appearance and started tugging at Crona's cheeks and telling them that they should go after you

- but of course, they hadn't

- instead, turning to Maka and Tsubaki for help

- the two had taken it upon themselves to look for you and clear up any misunderstandings

- the next day, Crona had approached you and apologized

- even though they're words were stuttered, you appreciated the gesture and asked Crona on a proper date

- they accepted before panicking because it had dawned on them that they had never been on a date before

- overall, Crona is such a sweet partner

- sure, a bit unexperienced but sweet nonetheless

- they try their best

- both of you have similar styles and everyone thinks the both of you are just the most adorable couple on campus

- Crona loved hearing you talk about the things you loved

- your eyes would sparkle and you'd move your hands so animatedly

- it's almost like you're a different person in that moment

- they just adored you

- they'd get upset if someone had disrespected your pronouns

- Ragnorak would definitely rage if someone disrespected you

- as much as he hated to admit it, he really really liked you

- mainly because you always carried sweets around for him

- ugh I just love Crona

[atl4ntxc]

hii!! can i request milgram fuuta x fem reader headcanons where they start a relationship in prison?? im sorry if this sounds weird LMAO btw i love ur danganronpa stories so much, you have a great writing style <3

#fuuta relationship hcs

RELATIONSHIP IN JAIL, headcanons.

—character(s), kajiyama fuuta.

—genre, pretty fluffy if i do say so myself, but with a touch of little angst.

—notes, it came out okay lol. personally, i think it could've come off better, but i was having a little writer's block during this request lol. Took me around 2 days to actually think about what to write.

also, thank you so much for the compliment!

• you're the 11th prisoner and probably did the worse crime of all of them. idk who you murdered, but your spending time there

• you guys met in.. jail?? what

• when you first met, he was an angry gremlin, and you were just staring at him like "tf..."

• i headcanon that he likes to literally get mad over nothing and would explode at the mere mention of him being in 'jail'

• i also think there is a cafeteria in you know, JAIL.

• so you guys probably met there.

• he was sitting beside haruka that was eating, literally on his phone, probably scrolling through Twitter (lmfao pls- get a job)

• "can i sit here?"

• "no-"

• "yes sure!"

• yuno quickly put a hand over his mouth and interrupted him. (best girl ugh-)

• so, you sat beside him. It was awkward at the beginning but you saw him play a specific video game that you were particularly good at

• "is... is that (insert game)??"

• he looked at you, surprised and rose a brow.

• "It is. Do you play it or something?"

• you said yes and now he communicates more often with you. And as time passes on, he grew more fond of you, to the point where he developed feelings.

• okay, at first, he would deny having feelings for you, even with the constant teasing of Kotoko and Mikoto (they're teaming up against him lol)

• He would be flustered when he sees the corner of your lips curl up at the sight of him, and it really makes the teasing worse.

• Since Mikoto could be an idiot sometimes, he tends to make you avoid talking to him so that his 'idiocy doesn't spread'.

• but in truth, he's just envious of how close you are with him.

• how he'd confess would probably be unintentional, during an argument between the both of you

• you guys argue over small things and would often apologize to one another (most likely you because his pride and ego is too high up lol)

• but this argument was big, to the point where it brought tears to your eyes. Amane had to hold in her cries and pray.

• Guard Es DID try to stop the both of you, but it... didn't really work. (please stop fighting and give Guard Es a break :( )

• "It's because I love you okay?! What- Shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

• yeah... You did : ) .

• as cliché as it sounds, he snapped at you with a reasoning that none of you— nor any of the other prisoners expected, a confession.

• you either a) went up to hug him, which led to him hugging you back and burying his face in your neck, letting you cry on his shoulder.

• or b) run away in a state of panic, which resulted in him running after you and apologizing face to face, making you punch him in the stomach lightly and gripping on his clothes, crying in his chest.

• and at that point, is where your dating journey begins !!! Woohooo

• it's clear that he is a tsundere.

• any sort of affection from you would have him blushing, but he would lean onto your touch

• since you're both in prison, no cuddle session will take place :(

• BUT if the both of you somehow managed to be voted as "forgive" in at least two of the three trials, you're free to get out and the first thing you both would do is cuddle at home and have a celebration.

• he's overprotective.

• FUUTA would definitely make you avoid all the guys if possible

• but if you like both/any genders well... he's going to be staring at you both conversing from afar, making sure that the other person won't make moves on you

• but you still hang out with Mikoto and Shidou lol

• I think that Shidou and you would be pretty close friends, since he is a literal doctor, it would be natural for you to be interested in how medic works

• For Mikoto... It's pretty self-explainable

• The most suggestive and extreme thing you guys did was making out— nothing more happens than that.

• It happened due to him getting too jealous lol

• You're the only person who can make him calm down from all the rage fits, so consider that as an achievement!

• But overall, a stable and nice relationship. No complications :D