#did i just use this as an excuse to draw mushrooms?

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

An absolutely minuscule little guy

#Lu four #my art #linked universe #art #lu #doodles #linked universe fanart #linkeduniverse #phone doodles #lu hyrule #the littlest little guy #and the other currently not as little guy #four linked universe #linked universe four #Minish four #I have no idea how to draw hyrule’s hand thingie #mushrooms!!! #did i just use this as an excuse to draw mushrooms? #Honestly kinda

[palskippah]

Hi!

Some Mareach thoughts regarding their pining for the other because that's my favorite headcanon ever for them, especially if it's painfully obvious that they like the other.

It's all rambling sjdksj Sorry if it's confusing to read! It's just all my thoughts on the matter, and they're loosely based on the drawings I did jsjds

Also, this all may not be very coherent? In the sense of time and stuff, I wrote it on the spot, honestly sjsj

Now, Peach has been in love with Mario for a long time. Before he saved her for the first time, and maybe even before he became the helpful hero of the Mushroom Kingdom.

He was nice to her, respectful and liked to have fun- never mind that she was a princess. With her subjects Peach couldn't exactly run and jump and just play any time outside of the official games (unless it was little children, they loved it, but once they got bigger, they realized she was The Princess, and must be treated with excessive respect and distance, apparently), but with Mario she could get her nice, pink dress dirty with mud or with stains of green grass, get leaves in her hair, or overall be a mess, regardless of the situation. He'd just laugh with his equally dirty overalls, instead of fretting over her nice clothes being ruined.

They'd have simple competitions, who gets faster to that one tree about ten meters away? They'd push and shove to get there quicker, both using their abilities for it. Peach would levitate a rock for it to get in Mario's way, and Mario would jump very high to go past it easily. And whoever won earned a kiss from the loser (alright, Peach shamelessly set that rule, whatever for her to place her lips on Mario's round nose or to get his mustache to tickle her cheek when his lips placed a loud kiss on it).

It was fun and simple, and Peach felt truly relaxed and appreciated when she was with Mario, in a way that with her cousin Daisy or her father Toadsworth she just didn't. Her heart would beat faster, and she'd look forward to seeing Mario's blue eyes and his silly nose and his handsome mustache. And to hear his accented sweet voice, or to see him communicate with gestures, where Peach would do her absolute best to interpret it the best she could.

To simply be by Mario's side could made Peach's whole day.

After she was rescued though, she saw him in a new light- a heroic (and very handsome-) light. He fought against a koopa many times his size and simply flung him out by the tail! Then Mario effortlessly lifted her in his arms and ran her to safety. Mario kind of literally swept her off her feet, and Peach felt that she fell a little more in love with him, in a way that she knew she never would be able to forget or be able to get over it.

But something Peach is very glad of, it's that there's no need to forget or get over it, because Mario likes her too. A lot it seems. The first time he saved her, and once they were back at the castle, Mario seemed to reach for his hat to do a playful bow as he usually did for the princess, but Peach was excited and loved him so much and felt so cared for, that she impulsively leaned in and kissed him on the nose, halting Mario's movements. She muttered in a sweet, loving voice: "Thank you, Mario."

And by the stars, the way Mario's cheeks went pink and his eyes bright, as if something wonderful just happened to him, made Peach's heart sing in happiness. Could this mean that he could love her too?

So, Peach started to be clear in her intentions. She'd be sweeter, she'd get him gifts, and treat him like a king that deserved everything in the world. Because to her, Mario did deserve everything and more. Peach invited him exclusively to eat cake with her, they woudl go to picnics on their own ,to enjoy each other's company. And Peach would very tentatively reach his hand when she could or kiss his face if the situation allowed it, even staright up hugging him, with no excuse or reason to (simply because she wanted!)

To any outsider, it was clear the princess was courting Mario, but to Mario, it was just his good friend being more friendly, which was great! He was very glad to be a closer friend to Peach. So, Mario started returning the efforts, he'd give her silly things he found that reminded him of her or make the time to spend his afternoons with her. He'd be more affectionate in the way Peach was, saying outright what he liked of her or cheering for her in enthusiasm at their games (Mario saying, "I love you, I love you so much!" while clapping).

But it didn't go past that.

Peach wasn't sure if Mario was being oblivious or she wasn't being clear enough- But he'd blush and do silly dances when she said something particularly sweet to him, and his eyes would soften when looking up at her. So, Peach was very confused. Why, even when she said, "I love you, Mario", he answered with an enthusiastically, "I love you too, principessa!" and... that was it. As if Mario just didn't notice that Peach was trying to go somewhere with all their courting (Thinking about the "we look like a couple :3" "A couple of besties! :D").

I'm thinking that ever since they became friends, Mario has had at least a little crush on Peach, and how could he not? She's so beautiful, and nice, and funny. Mario doesn't think she'd be interested in him in a romantic sense though, because he knows very well she cares about him! But romantically? Princess Peach could have anyone she wanted, and there must be other royals more worthy of her love. So, why choose Mario? What could he possibly give her that another guy or woman in a much higher position couldn't?

Mario is very sure of himself in some ambits, and then in others not so much. When time goes on, he truly believes he's worthy of being Peach's hero, because he's strong, agile, he can jump very high, he's smart too! If Peach is in trouble, he will find a solution or a way to rescue her and make sure she's okay. He trusts his physical abilities very much, that's why he trains and does his best to be as strong as he can! What else can Mario give Peach if he can't be useful for her safety-

But he doesn't think he's good enough to be anything else besides that. Because Mario isn't worthy to hold her hand simply because he wants to, unless he's pulling her and running away from danger. And Mario couldn't just hold Peach in his arms in the way a bride is held by the groom, because he only does that if he needs to get Peach away from a castle or danger, again. Or to kiss her cheek just because he wanted to show her his fondness, without having to purposely lose their races.

Mario just wasn't good enough for that, and it always made him realize that no matter what he did, he'd never feel worthy, because he'll always just be Mario, Mushroom Kingdom's and Peach's hero. And Mario was okay with that, really. And what difference does it make, anyway, if Peach doesn't feel the same way. She was so sweet and considerate, always looking out for people she cared about. Mario was just very glad that he was in that group of people that Peach deeply cared for. And he knew he was there, because she did so many nice things for him! Bake him a cake, even when he didn't help her in any significant way prior to it, or hug him out of nowhere or look at him sweetly- it was as if they were dating! And it made Mario immensely happy, because if he tried hard enough, it was as if Peach only had eyes for him, and only did nice, sweet things for him. And looked at him with her beautiful sky-blue eyes, full of love for Mario, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

When he saved her for the first and she kissed him and looked at him as if he was something precious and loving, he felt that maybe Peach could see him as a romantic partner, worthy of very nice things and very nice people such as Peach. But then she said, "You are my hero!" and that hope shattered, because right- hero, Mario was a hero. He was good in helping and saving the day and that's why people liked him! That's why Peach appreciated him too. So, Mario smiled brightly anyways and jumped in joy, because he's happy to be Peach's hero!

In the privacy of his own room, Mario would allow himself to feel sad about the matter, about feeling too little like a person and too much like a hero sometimes. Hoping it could be the other way, or maybe both ways. Anything so Peach could think of Mario and be pleased with the person he was, rather in all the things he could do. (Does that even make sense? it's me, Kym, asking ASJKJS)

And you can bet that Luigi was witnessing all of this, especially Peach's fruitless courting, and Mario's lovesick pining. He'd see the princess acting in the same way a loving partner would, and Mario relishing in the attention, very clearly in love. And then Mario would say something that sounded way to close to friend-zoning, and Peach would look briefly caught off-ward, most likely confused.

And Luigi couldn't blame her, when Mario himself didn't think she was courting him! The idiot (both affectionate and derogatory) didn't have enough confidence to think a princess could like (and love) him. Alright, well, if Luigi had a royal person hopelessly in love with him, he wouldn't believe it either- because he's just little ol' Luigi! Nothing special. But Mario? He was the specialest guy around! But he was so insecure too and wouldn't just see that Peach was almost desperately trying to get him to see that she loved him and wanted to be much more than just friends.

For God's sake, she said 'I love you' to Mario, directly to his face, and not even that seemed to change his thoughts of not being good enough or her not wanting anything besides friendship. Worst part, Luigi had to see his bro pining in their house, sighing, thinking of the princess, and out loud wondering what she was doing. He'd always be thinking of her, Peach this and Peach that- And it's not that it bothered Luigi or angered him, it's just that it was frustrating! The woman was right there! Peach could be with a huge MARIO, WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND? <3 sign right outside their house and Mario would ask Luigi for which brother it was.

It frustrated him and made him feel sorry for his bro. Mario had something so good right in front of him, and due to his insecurity, he couldn't allow himself to see it.

After months and months of implying a relationship and Mario just, not noticing, Peach started to realize that... maybe Mario just didn't feel the same way. And maybe he just didn't know how to let her know it. Maybe Mario was being nice and returning her efforts just to not hurt her feelings, when all he wanted was to just remain friends. It made Peach feel so sad and so ashamed, had she just been forcing her feelings on Mario? A worse thought crossed her mind, has she been making him uncomfortable with her actions? And all these months...., Peach wouldn't forgive herself if that was the case. Maybe all those blushes and soft eyes and shy smiles were just the things she wanted to see.

Stars, she had to fix it. So, Peach stopped inviting Mario on his own to her castle and baking a cake with his favourite flavors in mind, and started inviting both brothers and also friends. She stopped leaning to hug him or kiss him, and when they'd win or lose races, Peach changed the rule into a high-five, meeting Mario's kissy lips with her palm the first time it happened. She truly hoped her efforts of a romantic relationship could just be forgotten, and not affect their friendship.

Mario was devastated with the change in Peach's behavior. She no longer invited him to the castle, and he didn't receive any more letters with 'Come to the castle, I've baked you a cake! <3', and the worst part- when he ran especially slow to get to kiss Peach in the cheek, and he was right about to do it, Peach's hand received him instead of her face. She smiled cheerfully and said, "Let's do high-fives from now on, yes?'

It was as if Mario's heart shattered- it was the last piece in the puzzle that indicated that he was no longer as loved as he used to be by the princess. Mario was treated like, like Luigi was! Which, honestly, was still very good, but! Mario used to be special! Peach used to treat him like he was someone noteworthy and worthy of the nicest gifts and her nicest smiles, and now it was no longer... If there was a little sliver of hope in Mario that they could be something, it was entirely gone. Now he couldn't even pretend that she loved him romantically, and it made him so, so sad.

Was it something he did? Mario should just ask, shouldn't he? God, but he just couldn't, he was a coward. What if Peach told him she no longer liked him at all, and was trying to slowly distance herself, and she actually hated Mario now?! Obviously, Mario was being dramatic, but he just wanted to explain why Peach no longer treated him in a special way...

That's all I've got 🧍

#super mario bros #my art #my writing #(new tag sjdsj) #mareach #princess peach #mario mario #luigi mario #I swear insecure Mario over things so obvious and untrue is my favortie #because he's alwasy seen as very confident and good with himself skdjsd #also when they finally get together they're always being very lovey-dovey and Mario makes sure to use every chance he has to love Peach #if you read everything god bless you aslkdalsds #also luigi having the same doubts is nice too because I like bowuigi so he's gonna be in a similar position soon SJDKSJ

[pocarinapyon]

[Mild] Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition

Imagine having a journal dedicated for jotting down all [lewd] fantasies about that certain hot guy. But then one thing led to another and now mister certain hot guy learns of your indecent thoughts towards him. What happens next?

Contents include [Journal Entry Highlights] and [How they find out about your secret and their reaction].

Starring : Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, Wanderer (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶 [Mild Chili] Suggestive themes; Stalking; Masturbating; Stray cuss words; (Me) fangirling over Alhaitham; A hint of drama / feeling insecure if you squint; Implication of human trafficking; Mentions of being affected by posion mushroom (please, do not carelessly approach, eat, or touch mushrooms unless confirmed they are safe); (Over exposure to) Aphrodisiac; Tighnari's scene 😳; etc.

I have no beta reader so...yes. Sorry if there are grammatical / spelling errors.

Also, most scenes are on or before version 3.3 because I have been slacking on my Archon Quest.

Future Plan : Chilis Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition; But first, I will finish the ones listed in Teasers Maltesers (Jan 13)

Links : Pinned Post, [Mild] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Chilis] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Mild + Chili] Naughty Journal Scaramouche Request, Teasers Maltesers (Jan 13)

Note : [W/N] means Wanderer's Name.

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy and look forward to [NSFW Ending] in the far future.

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📚 ALHAITHAM

Journal Entry Highlights :

> In all honesty, the only reason why I am working hard as a scholar is not for the prestige or the Akademiya. 🙄

> Who cares if I graduated from the Akademiya?

> Now, I just want a good reason to interact with the scribe.

> Will I ever catch the full, undivided attention of our virile scribe? 🥺

> Archons look at those rock hard muscles 🤤🥩

> And down there, I bet he has a big juicy package. 🤤🌭

> HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT A SCHOLAR??!

> I've never taken a penis before but I sure as hell would not mind if Alhaitham breaks my mouth or pussy. 🥺🥵

> *based on observations and approximations, insert Alhaitham's length and girth when flaccid and when erected complete with an "as close as possible" drawing of his penis*

> *insert detailed fantasies of you and Alhaitham doing the deed and recording it using the Akasha... For future reference 👀*

> *insert calculations of how long Alhaitham would last in bed*

> *insert details of how you masturbate to Alhaitham*

> *insert fantasies of how Alhaitham masturbates and where his preferred spots are*

> Fuck, I want Alhaitham to breed me so bad! 🥵

> *insert something like Punnett Square here*

> *insert description of your offsprings based on calculation and data*

> I need to become a better scholar so I can be a worthy breeding material. ❤️

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Excuse me,” you modestly asked the group of students perched on a bench outside the Akademiya. "Have you seen a [favourite colour] journal with a dendro symbol engraved on its cover?"

"No. Did you lose your journal?" eyeing you from head to toe, one of the students asked curtly.

"Why would a researcher lose their journal? Only an unsystematic person who's incapable of passing the Akademiya would do that," another responded.

"I believe the correct question is: why would a researcher not use the Akasha? Don't tell me you don't know how to utilize it?" the last of the group mocked.

To this, the students laughed.

Of course. As expected from the people of the Akademiya. Most of them were a bunch of entitled pricks and this group - luckily - was one of them. Why did you even bother asking nicely?

Regardless if they were kind or not, you still had to act friendly. Why? Because it was an emergency. Your notebook full of Alhaitham smut was missing. Five days already passed and still the naughty journal was yet to be seen. You figured no one would take interest in a non-academic-looking journal but it seems you were wrong...hopefully. Archons, all you wanted was to have your notebook in your arms.

A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You were desperate to look for it and inquiring with people was your last resort. You never really had your hopes up but you figured it was worth a shot. Apparently, retracing your steps bore no fruit. Now, it didn't matter if a commoner or even the General Mahamatra found the item. As long as Alhaitham himself doesn't know, you were contented. Why?

Because he was a bookworm. The last time you were sure you were in possession of your debauchery-filled notebook was when you saw the scrivener and sneaked behind him to ogle at his build. When you arrived at your room to add a lewd entry, lo and behold the journal was gone. Imagine what if the scribe found it?

Agh! Whatever! Maybe the young man was right. Maybe you were unsystematic. Maybe your writing, like majority of your academic paper, was already in the trash. It made sense because you weren't from a family of scholars, anyway.

Exhausted, you shook your head, chose to tune out the discourteous remarks thrown at you and flee the scene.

"It seems you three are not in the know," a manly voice said.

That voice! You'd recognize that even if you were blindfolded! Of course you'd love to hear his voice anytime but you'd prefer it in a more expressive manner.

For example, hearing him grunt as he fucks you deep.

"The reason why Miss [your name] decided to instead utilize a hand-written journal is because of the sensitive data in her research. Its details are not yet in the Akasha and it is strictly not intended for audiences such as yourselves," Alhaitham reasoned. "Miss, did your assistant misplace your notes?"

OMG! OMG! Alhaitham - THE Alhaitham - was talking to you!

"Yes. It is as you said," you choked out, riding along his speculation.

Alhaitham was wrong about you having an assistant but he was right about the data being sensitive.

Anyway, the point was!

The point was! Alhaitham, your sexy academic stud, interacted with you! And he defended you against these pups!

However, proud people, when their exaggerated self-esteem is trampled upon, would retaliate.

"Not for audiences such as ourselves? Are you calling us less-learned?? You are just a scribe!" one of the students grouched.

"Dear, did you know that being a scribe requires a high level of education?" you calmly retorted, crossing your arms as elegantly as possible.

Keep cool! Keep cool! The toothsome scrivener was watching!

"What do you mean? A scribe only serves as a public secretary, nothing more!"

"A scribe, my dear, is a LEARNED person who indeed serves as a copyist, among other roles. Tell us then, how do you think can a scribe produce academically correct and non-ambiguous reports if he does not understand the data given to him?" you raised an eyebrow as you questioned the dumbfounded students. How dare they talk smack against your stud??

You could see it in their eyes. They wanted to argue back but they learned, based from the word definition in the Akasha, that you were right. They still had an insignificant probability to win the debate but you didn't want them to actually come up with a retort. Showing no mercy against pip-squeaks like these, your favourite trump card was-

"It seems you lack the vocabulary - something a student such as yourselves should expand. You are all from [Darshan], correct? Perhaps I should suggest to add linguistics courses to you all so you may enrich your knowledge."

Additional subjects to extend the academic years recommended by an alumnus. Who would want that, right?

"Ahem! N - no need," a student quickly replied.

The three students hurriedly gathered their belongings and scrambled to their feet.

"We didn't find any [favourite colour] notebook. Try somewhere else," they said before dashing away with their tails between their legs.

Alhaitham let out an amused chuckle. Knowing the scribe rarely showed any emotions, you wanted to see what kind of expression was he making. However, you were too embarrassed to look at your saviour.

"Ahem...," you noised. "Thank you."

With this, you finally had the courage to face Alhaitham. As usual, he had a serious look on his face - similar to a person who had not had coffee in the morning. In response to your gratitude, he simply nodded.

"You ought to be careful," the scribe spoke.

"Yes, you're right. Thank you," you responded rather too quickly as Alhaitham's next move drained the colors on your face.

It was as you feared. Alhaitham had your naughty journal - your oh-so-sinful diary. All you could do was freeze and stare at the object as he nonchalantly handed it to you. In your mind, you calculated the probability of the scribe reading your notes.

After a few seconds of what seemed to you like years, Alhaitham noised to catch your attention, his hands still in the air to return your item. You stuttered and shakily took the notebook from the man.

"T - Thank you...," you squeaked quietly, now red as a henna berry.

Around ninety-nine percent. That was how likely he read your notes.

"It would be troublesome if someone else found your journal. Luckily for you, it was an eremite. He did not understand its contents and nearly decided to hand it over to the nearest scholar around. But when he flipped the pages and saw a drawing of me, he deemed I was its best recipient."

So, the eremite did not see your lewd drawings? Or did he not understand you drew some penises?

"I applaud how detailed your entries are. Your thorough descriptions assists in picturing the narrated erotic scenes. Even the way how you and I masturbated were vividly represented."

"You've read it?!" you gasped in surprise.

You shrank. Obviously he read it. If he didn't, he would not know you wrote something about masturbating, right? You should have known a percent probability meant a trivial chance.

"Th - Then earlier, with those students...?"

"What I said was true, wasn't it? The information contained in that journal are all sensitive. I believe I also mentioned they are not suitable audiences to read these notes," Alhaitham responded plainly, as if the situation was not embarrassing at all. Well, for him it wasn't.

"W - wha...! B - But, when you said it is not in the Akasha terminal...?!" you stuttered again, spouting nonsense as your thoughts were occupied in recalling all the lewd entries you had written in your notebook.

"Another fact," Alhaitham simply replied before issuing a warning. "Although an Akasha terminal can be used to record events, I would advise against it."

He then proceeded to discuss why it was not ideal to utilize the Akasha in recording, especially pornographic scenes. Of course, you weren't a kid and you knew the dos and don'ts, yet the scribe reprimanded you as if you actually did a don't.

"I understand, thank you. It was just a fantasy, though," was all you could utter after the brief lecture, to which Alhaitham hummed in response.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he added.

The scribe pinned you against the wall while gazing into your eyes, making you squeal and feel your legs turn jelly. His intent stare was as if he was deciphering your very core. You squeezed your thighs and waited for his next words.

"You should correct your data. Compared to what you have declared, my penis is bigger, and my stamina and erection can last longer."

What??

You were stunned at Alhaitham's bold declaration, gawking as vulgar scenes flashed into your mind. Your pussy cried love juice and excitedly clenched at nothing. So he was bigger? If you two did the deed, would he fit?? And if he did, how long would he pound your poor untrained pussy???

Why would he reveal such things in the first place?!

As if pinning you wasn't enough for a tease, the scribe blessed you with a seductive smirk before whispering in your ear.

"I can provide you actual data if you wish."

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🐺 CYNO

Journal Entry Highlights :

> The General Mahamatra always look so serious

> I mean, his job must be so stressful, right? 😳

> He must have a lot of pent-up desires, right? 😳😳

> *insert fantasy wherein you suggest giving Cyno head to ease his tension*

> *insert fantasy wherein Cyno lets out his sexual frustrations on you*

> RAWR I BET HE'S GOING TO BE ROUGH 🥵😏

> *insert fantasy wherein Cyno fucks you all evening*

> "Heh... You're finally awake. I've already dumped a couple of loads into you. Your pussy is literally oozing out my cum."

> If Cyno would punish me, I hope it would be sexual torture 🥵😏

> *insert roleplay fantasy here wherein you are hunted down by Cyno and he uses you as a cum dump instead*

> Feel free to use my body, sir 🥵

> But in all seriousness, I hope he gets to relax, even for just a few minutes 🥺

> *insert sweet fluffy scenes with Cyno here*

> *insert cute domestic scenes here*

> Speaking of which, I heard him telling a joke once. I shouldn't pry but... I don't know if I'll laugh at the joke itself, or his delivery, or his poker face, or his long explanation! 🤣

> His joke went like : *insert Cyno's joke here*

> *insert more of Cyno's jokes here*

> *insert your own personal comeback or supplement to his jokes*

> If we are going to have babies, I bet Cyno would pass down all his jokes as inheritance

> Cute desert babies!! 😍❤️

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

You excitedly packed your belongings, smiling happily at the thought of traveling with expenses already paid.

"You've always wanted to go there, right? Well, you're in luck as I have to conduct research in the area. Why don't you join me? I'll cover your lodging."

It was a too-good-to-be-true opportunity - too appealing that you did not let it pass even when you had some doubts. Anyway, surely your friend would not scam you when they said you could tag along in their journey free of charge. You had your own money so even if they did make you contribute Mora, you were prepared.

As a scholar of Amurta, you wanted to learn more about life behind The Wall of Samiel. In this trip, maybe you could practice adapting in the desert. Maybe you could learn more about the desert people's culture and preferences. You know, just in case you and Cyno decided to have kids and settle down in the desert.

Which was impossible, currently. Because number one: Cyno was a dedicated General Mahamatra. And number two: Cyno had no clue you and him were dating.

"Hi, thanks for letting me join you in your research!" you immediately greeted your friend with gratitude.

"No problem! We have to hurry, though. We don't want to be late on our accommodations," your friend brushed off, focusing on their map and beckoning you to pick up the pace.

You got to your meeting place thirty minutes early yet your friend made it seem you were late. Whatever, you couldn't complain. You were benefitting from this expedition anyway. Instead of grumbling, you acted like a sensible adult, did as instructed, and darted to where your friend ran off to.

"Uhm... Is this the right way to Caravan Ribat?" you confirmed, huffing as you tried to speak while jogging.

"No. We won't be passing through Caravan Ribat," your friend responded, making you think for a second.

Why wouldn't you go through Caravan Ribat? Was there another route you could use to travel to the desert? Where exactly were you two going to stay anyway? Before you could voice your doubts, your companion moved on to talk about their research.

You and your friend discussed academics without forgetting to hurry your pace. It was a long travel, almost as if you were trying to make a stray cat lost, but the conversation you had made the trip enjoyable. Soon enough, you indeed both reached the desert.

You marveled at its wonderful sight, a scenery totally different from the rainforests and greeneries you were used to. You saw henna berries and wondered if you could make a dish Cyno would like. You also saw scarabs and thought how hard-working they seemed - pretty much like the General Mahamatra. Another creature that reminded you of the man was the desert fox, because you find them both cute.

Marching forward, you saw wooden structures on the distance. Was that the place you were headed? You did not expect it to be livable, though. Far from it, in fact. In a place like that, what would you do if a sandstorm occurred? Where would you get water for drinking? What about for hygiene? How-

"Well, well. Look who we have here," a rough voice greeted you both. "Purchasing one wasn't enough for you, eh?"

Three eremites popped out from hiding and surrounded you, all of them wearing a grin that spelled trouble.

"I have the goods," your friend declared.

"W - what's going on...? You brought them goods? What goods?" you nervously asked as your flight senses screamed at you.

"Sorry, [your name]," was all your friend said to you while grabbing your arm. "I have the girl. Now, where are my canned knowledge?"

"What?! Let me go, now!!" you yelped, kicked, and resisted. With a successful punch, you managed to free yourself from the traitor's grasp before falling prey to one of the eremite's strong hold. "Nooo! Let! Me!! Go!!!"

"Haha! She looks feisty. I like it!" an eremite said, eyeing you from head to toe. He licked his lips and it clarified what would become of you if you didn't escape.

"Good! Good! This almost looks like an excellence exchange. Except we need to sample your goods first," another one commented.

"She's a hindrance to my research. Do what you want with her, I don't care. As long as you give me the canned knowledge," the bastard you once considered friend revealed as they gave you a scornful look.

The foul declaration made your stomach churn. So this was the reason why your instincts told you to decline the offer. You should have known and listened.

"Well, aren't you too eager? You hear that, girl? We're going to have loads of fun with you," to this, the three eremites guffawed and started touching your defenseless body.

You struggled against the tight hold on you. It didn't matter if you ended up with broken bones. Escape was far more important than anything else right now.

But something distracted them - something behind you made one eremite look wary and draw his sword. Meanwhile, your bastard colleague's face turned pale, suddenly shrieking and bolting away faster than lightning.

Cyno, the General Mahamatra, was here.

Your saviour easily dealt with the small group of eremites before instructing you to stay put. You did as told and watched your self-declared boyfriend go after the treacherous scholar. In less than thirty minutes, Cyno returned with your now unconscious acquaintance, their crotch area wet from fear.

Cyno scanned you from head to toe. He already captured his target but it seems there might be one more. Judging from the way you trembled, you were either hiding something illegal or still in shock.

"Trading canned knowledge is strictly prohibited," he initiated.

"I am aware," you responded weakly, shaking from both fear and excitement. "I - I was nearly sold for canned knowledge by that person. Thank you for saving me."

Cyno's eyes widened momentarily. So that was why you were in a compromising position earlier. He noted to make sure to double this person's punishment.

To investigate further, the General Mahamatra questioned you about the situation to which you obliged.

"Where are the canned knowledge?"

"I don't know," you said sheepishly as you felt pressured not knowing the answer. "I'm not even sure if these eremites really possessed them in the first place. But they did mention something about buying once was not enough?"

Cyno once again studied your movements. Your accounts and his information about this person matched. Plus, you seemed to be telling the truth. To formally conclude his investigation, he needed to check your belongings and ensure you did not possess canned knowledge or anything else that was prohibited.

Punishment did not scare you. You knew you were innocent so you let Cyno freely scan your stuff. He ran through your clothes - including your cute undies; your academic notes and books; your sufficient-just-for-travel Mora; your own Casket of Tomes; your naughty journal.

Oh, right! You had it with you in fear that someone might stumble upon it while you were away. You gasped loudly; colors drained your face as you watched Cyno open the notebook. This prompted the General Mahamatra to think the daybook contained something along the lines of academic fraud or plagiarism. An evidence of misdeed.

But what he discovered was far from what he assumed. Now he understood why you were horrified. Nothing has ever fazed him before but this - this was just too much that the quiet Cyno was left even more speechless. Almost everything written in the journal was all about your horny thoughts towards him.

Almost but not all.

You dreaded the passing minutes. Wait, was perverting the General Mahamatra illegal? It's not like you were publicly doing it, right? It was just a journal after all, something akin to therapy. In any case, you waited for Cyno's verdict.

"So...," Cyno coughed, hiding the embarrassment coursing through his body after browsing through your notes. "You...liked my joke?"

Cyno focused on the less bawdy information in your notes. He may not show it but you knew he was pleased. Still, it did not immediately dispel the shame you felt from being exposed.

"U - uhm - yes. Yes, I do...," you answered bashfully.

"You had an impressive addition for the joke about sumpter beasts. Do you mind if I use that joke myself?"

"Oh! I - uh - I don't mind. Please feel free."

"And you play Genius Invocation TCG too?"

"Yeah, I do. I watched you play once and you looked so cool. I started learning recently so I'm not as skilled as you."

"And you're my girlfriend?"

"I - I was just fantasizing!! Sorry!" you yipped. "It will not get me in trouble, will it?"

This Cyno. You were starting to relax around him! Why did he have to bring up an embarrassing topic? Wait. Was that an amused smile on his face? It must be, otherwise you were hallucinating under the scorching heat.

Cyno nodded before putting all your stuff neatly back in place.

"You're cleared. I'll escort you back home before handing this researcher for trial, and I will make sure it will be a severe one on your behalf. Be extra cautious next time," he concluded, handing you your backpack. "After this, when can I see you again?"

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🏛 KAVEH

Journal Entry Highlights :

> My Kaveh is not like any other scholar and I am so proud of him! ❤️

> He is so approachable and he is not snobbish (as others) and he is so open-minded and ❤️❤️

> Notice me please, sir ❤️❤️❤️

> If I told him I was dying and I needed him to fuck me as cure, will he do it? 😳👀👀‼️

> *insert crack / smut scenario wherein you ask Kaveh to cure you through sex*

> No, of course I would not stoop as low

> No, he is not the reason why I chose the Darshan Kshahrewar 🙄

> But he is the reason why I stayed 😏

> Why does he have to be so nice?? It's giving me mixed signals!! 😭😭

> If he and I were to be together... 🥺😍❤️

> Out of all the scholars in Sumeru, I want Kaveh to be my spouse ❤️

> *insert drafts / designs of dream house and rooms here*

> Sir, please give me babies. ❤️

> *insert Kaveh smut here*

> *insert portraits of Kaveh here*

> *insert more smut here wherein you and Kaveh had done the deed in every. single. room*

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Excuse me, Kaveh, sir!” you approached the blonde-haired man seated on the library, drafting away on a sheet of paper. The desk was fully occupied by him as his tools and other materials took up much space.

"Hello!" Kaveh greeted and despite getting distracted, he smiled pleasantly at you.

Noticing the cute lion hairclip and the adorable accessories, he recognized his favourite junior immediately: someone whose ideas were akin to his. [Your name].

Other scholars, regardless of their Darshan, had always judged you wrong. Your sense of style, both in appearance and in work approach, always gave them the initial impression that you did not have what it takes to graduate.

Yet here you were, an accomplished architect standing in front of him.

"Just Kaveh will do, you know? So how can I help you?" he asked, resting his cheeks on his knuckles, happy to see a like-minded soul.

"Yes, uhm...," you said bashfully, stifling a giggle that's about to burst from you. "I'm looking for the scribe-"

"Why??" he immediately cut, straightening his body and squinting at you disapprovingly.

You almost laughed at your senior's reaction. You knew he liked to complain about his roommate - his benefactor - and you took advantage of this just so you could have extra time to talk to the architect. You could have gone straight to your concern without mentioning Alhaitham but no, you just had to.

"Isn't he supposed to be in his office? Wait, of course he isn't! You wouldn't be asking me otherwise if he were there, right?" Kaveh grumbled. To this, you finally let out a laugh and apologized immediately. "Ugh! Seriously! So, why did you need him anyway?"

"He rejected my application form," you sighed, showing your senior the request form you filled out with a big red REJECT mark on it.

Kaveh took your form and beckoned you to take the seat beside him. You happily obliged, patiently waiting for your crush to review your request for accessing archived materials. Judging by the look on his face, you knew he was going to complain yet again.

"This looks properly written! I don't understand why Alhaitham would decline this?!" Kaveh bursted, huffing as he re-read what you wrote for the nth time. "You even explained why you needed the materials, for what project, for whom, and for how long. See! These are complete details! Geez...! That guy..."

"Pfft... Ahem...," you wanted to laugh out loud, really, but you were in a library. On the other hand, Kaveh had no problems being loud in a quiet place like this. "I want to know why my request got denied as well, so I was thinking of asking him personally," you reasoned.

"No need!" the architecture puffed, handing the paper back to you. "Just file another request with the EXACT SAME CONTENTS. If he approves that then he is so going to get a piece of my mind!"

"Thank you for your advice."

Kaveh looked so cute. The pout on his lips indicated he was displeased with the matter. Then a smirk formed on his face as he imagined his win on the debate against the scribe.

"Sorry if I disturbed you," standing up, you told the daydreaming man.

"Hehe. It's no problem," Kaveh replied who was suddenly in a good mood after his outburst. "Let me know if your request gets approved, okay?"

"I will. Thank you."

...

"Ugh!! I swear he could be so unreasonable sometimes! No, make that all the time!" Kaveh grumbled yet again after finding out Alhaitham rejected your request.

"It's okay. He recommended another book so I did gain something," as much as you liked Kaveh, you still defended Alhaitham because he indeed suggested a better alternative.

"If you ask me, he should have lent you the other one as well. For extra inspiration, you know?" Kaveh pouted as he sensed he lost the chance to impress you and you were siding with his roommate.

This time, you agreed with the architect's reasoning and nodded in agreement. He sighed and decided to stop the Alhaitham slander.

"By the way... What do you think about this design?" the renowned architect asked, showing you his craft. He then proceeded to explain his client's request and discussed the idea behind his design in line with the requirements.

You were humbled immediately. Why would your senior ask for your advice? You were his junior and he was way better than you! You should be getting recommendations from him instead! Despite the thoughts plaguing you, you tried to take in the details he provided.

"So basically, that's what the couple wanted for their vacation lot."

"Isn't this confidential?" was your first response after he was done talking.

"Meh... Yeah," Kaveh replied carelessly with a shrug. "It's okay if it's you. Your opinion matters to me."

Your opinion matters to me. See, this was why you liked Kaveh.

"Uhm - if you say so...," you said nervously as you finally tried to gather your thoughts.

"Don't panic!" Kaveh urged, knowing fully well why your hands trembled. "I wouldn't be asking just anybody, you know?" he encouraged, giving you a persuasive wink.

You blushed at the man. At times like this, you wanted to burst and admit that you liked - no - loved him so much. But you were afraid you might just be reading too much, hallucinating that his actions were advances. He was just a nice, expressive man, that's all.

You shook your head, took in a deep breath, and focused on what your senior asked you.

"This. If the client wanted to go for that kind of feel, then I think...," you murmured while drawing a design on a separate sheet of paper.

Kaveh's smile never once disappeared on his face. Chin on his knuckles, with much adoration, he watched you draw alternatives for his design. If only he could help you trust your abilities a little more.

You and Kaveh shared ideas back and forth, igniting more inspirational thoughts within each other which led you to accomplish the draft he needed to do. He proudly raised the design and admired the finished product.

"This, [your name], right here, is our child," he declared, complimenting each and every detail on the masterpiece.

"Calling it our child is too much, don't you think?" you squeaked, afraid he might catch on to your secret feelings.

"No, it's not! It is exactly what it is!" Kaveh whined, pouting at your disapproving remarks. "Look, this right here was your idea-"

Kaveh went on with his praises, jubilantly reminding the impressive job you and he did together as a "couple".

...

This table.

This table was where you and Kaveh made a child together days ago. Sadly, it wasn't a real kid, but a project together was still something. You placed your stuff down, took out your materials, and let your brain work. It was time for you to make your own draft.

You scribbled away. You drew and drew yet the outcome did not meet your expectations. This was not what your client wanted. Yes, you had inspiration, but your ideas were all about life with Kaveh. You sighed and decided to make another entry on your private journal.

On a blank page, you started to design a bedroom. You meticulously detailed the area, taking into account where you wanted the sun's rays to be; how you expected the beddings to look like; what pattern should the curtains and rugs have; etcetera etcetera. All the little things. Just as you were about to make the finishing touch-

"Is that your dream room?" a very recognizable voice crept from behind.

"Kaveh!!" you squealed, slamming your notebook shut in trepidation.

Noticing the sketch was drawn in a notebook, Kaveh assumed it contained designs of your personal tastes. He grinned at you mischievously, waiting for a right moment.

"Y - you scared me...," you wheezed, slowly hiding the notebook away which your senior did not fail to notice.

Kaveh really did give you a fright. Luckily, there wasn't anything unusual on your splayed journal - just your recently drawn bedroom design. Archons, if he were to see the previous contents-

"Hey, can I see?"

"No!" you immediately reacted.

"Why not? Come on! Just a peek?" Kaveh pleaded.

There you were again, hiding your talent.

Complimenting your skills and praising your craft was the only thing Kaveh could do. Anything more might creep you out and make you avoid him. He wished you gave him a chance.

"No! It's embarrassing...!" you begged, almost throwing your notebook back into your bag but Kaveh was quick to stop you.

He shouldn't but he needed to resort to extreme measures.

"Hehe, got it!" Kaveh teased, now holding your naughty journal.

"No! Kaveh, stop!" you pleaded but the tall man disregarded your request.

He immediately flipped on the back of the notebook. Judging from his reaction, from the way he hummed in approval, he was looking at the recent drawing. Good. There was hope that your dirty secret remains as is.

"You saw it. Now can I get it back?" you tried yet from the way you croaked, failed to hide how defensive you sounded.

"Aww... Why would your hide something this pretty?" Kaveh cooed, flipping through the previous page.

"Wait-!!" was all you could utter.

You stood there as equally frozen as Kaveh. In the page currently exposed was an art of him holding a rolled blueprint. Hearts of unequal sizes were littered everywhere and a speech bubble quoting "This, [your name], right here, is our child! ❤️" was directed to him. The red Kaveh, with saucerlike mouth, glanced at you and saw how flustered you were - you almost wanted to vanish.

Yet he continued.

Kaveh flipped through the pages and saw more entries. Some were architectural designs which included remarks as to why you think Kaveh would like it or why it was constructed as such should you and Kaveh married each other. Other drawings were of him in different poses and expressions, all of which had hearts here and there. At times, speech bubbles were present and he remembered these quotes were the exact words he told you. The most interesting of all the entries were the long texts. There were scattered lewd words and from there, he knew they were smut.

"You like me??!" Kaveh shrieked. "For how long now???"

His whole head was now burning red, you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears, nose, and mouth. He was so surprised that he had to lean back while placing a hand on his chest, gawking at you in astonishment.

You were equally as red as him and you wanted cry. In fact, tears already formed in your eyes. One more word from Kaveh and you were sure to grovel in despair.

"W - Wait! Wait! No! No! Don't cry...!" the blonde-haired man panicked, fidgeting if he should approach you or let you be or what to say or-

And then the tears fell followed by restrained sniffles and soft quaking of your shoulders.

"Oh no, no, no...!" Kaveh blurted, dashing to hold you in his arms and press your face onto his chest.

Archons, this was so embarrassing.

"Kaveh...!" you whimpered, to weak to do anything at all.

You liked him. That couldn't be right. Not when he held onto a conflicting piece of information.

"Argh! You're coming with me!" Kaveh spouted.

He packed your things, chucking everything carelessly in your bag, before dragging you to a more secluded area outside the Akademiya.

The garden. You and him alone together in the garden would have been romantic had it not been for the events earlier. The moment he stopped dragging you, he immediately clarified.

"Didn't you say you liked Alhaitham??"

"Huh?" was your response as you snuffled in confusion, still recovering from the awkward situation.

Really, this man could fluster you in many ways.

"Alhaitham. You told me you liked Alhaitham," Kaveh repeated, now more serious in his tone.

"When...?" your forehead wrinkled tightly, now getting annoyed and confused at the sudden accusation.

"Back when you were a student! You mentioned you had a crush on Alhaitham once and that was the first time you approached me. You told me you wanted to know my friend's name then you asked about your project so we worked on it together-"

And then it dawned on him. It wasn't Alhaitham. It was never Alhaitham. That guy was just your excuse so you could talk with each other. An icebreaker. Kaveh prided himself to be more knowledgeable in reading emotions yet he missed this very important pattern.

Your forehead was still tightly knitted, red puffy eyes glaring angrily at him. Archons, from all that happened earlier, you probably hated him now. But he had to do this, otherwise he won't have any other chance.

"So, you like me?" Kaveh, still not learning his lesson, badgered. You huffed out loud, exasperated with his antics. "No - just! I want to hear it from you! Do you like me?"

"Yes. Are you happy now?"

Did he really have to make you say it? Wasn't invading your journal enough??

"Really??" Kaveh beamed.

Why was he happy? Did he-

"I like you too, you know!" Kaveh bursted in excitement. "Archons, you should have told me from the start! All this time I thought you liked Alhaitham."

At this point, you weren't sure if you should believe him.

"What's with that look? Come on. I'm not lying! Hey, so, since we like each other, can we start dating now? Or will you give me the permission to properly court you?"

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🍄 TIGHNARI

Journal Entry Highlights :

> Tighnari's ears and tail look so fluffy! 🤩

> I WANT TO TOUCH THEM SO BAD!! 🤩‼️

> *insert drawings of Tighnari's head and tail here*

> But those aren't the only things I want to touch 😏

> So...does Tighnari have a knot or....??? 👀

> And does he have the urge to breed...? 🥵

> *insert fantasy wherein Tighnari is in a rut and he fills you*

> *insert fantasy wherein Tighnari fills you up to the brim and he plugs your pussy with his knot so the cum just stays there*

> *insert drawing of Tighnari with lust-filled eyes as he licked his lips*

> Tighnari is such a strict teacher, though. 🥺

> "You don't learn fast, do you? You should know by now that I want my cock deep inside you... All.the.way.in..."

> *insert fantasy of Tighnari forcing a hardcore fellatio*

> *insert fantasy of you and Tighnari on a mating press*

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Hey, hey! I see a withering zone! Oh - there's another one! Wait - wait!! Make that a total of three withering zones!” you shouted as you gazed on the Seed Mirror.

"How big are they and how far?" your peer asked in a loud voice so you could hear.

"Uh - wait, let me mark them on my map!" you answered as you plotted the location on your map. "I've got it!"

You jumped down from the watch tower and met with your companion. Your fellow forest ranger shook their head as they thought of how impulsive and reckless you could be.

"See, look. These are the three locations. Now this one right here looks waaay bigger than these two so I think it's urgent," you pointed.

"Archons, is this really the scope of this withering zone? It wasn't there last time, right? We should immediately report this to Tighnari then!" your companion suggested, alarmed at the big red loop drawn on your map.

"I know. You go on ahead. I'll continue with our route," you counter-proposed. "You can go back on your own, right?"

"Hey! Just because I don't have a Vision like you, doesn't mean I can't go back on my own!" your friend retorted, giving you a playful noogie.

"Ahaha! Sorry!" you laughed. "But really, you should head back."

"Are you sure you don't want to report this to Tighnari yourself?" your friend teased as they knew you had a huge crush on the Forest Watcher.

"Hah! I know that look!" you amusingly replied. "I don't mind if you report it to Tighnari. Someone has to continue our patrol route. If something unexpected happens, say another withering zone appeared or an ambush happened, then my Vision can at least give me some protection," you explained as tactfully as possible before repeating. "You go on ahead."

"Alright," your friend hesitated, yet they tucked your map away so they could depart. "Be careful, little miss reckless."

"I prefer being called little miss brave," you retorted.

You and your friend bid each other farewell. Touching your [element] Vision, a smile painted your face as you watched your friend sprint back to Gandharva Ville. It was for the best. You nodded before continuing your route.

The usual walk seemed to be normal. There were no travelers in need of assistance; no unusual activity harming the forest; no peculiar discrepancy in the beast population. It was just the usual lush greeneries and peaceful surroundings.

At the end of your patrol route was a forest ranger's watch post. You let yourself in and wrote today's findings on a logbook.

[Date time] - Three withering zones detected using Mawtiyima Forest Seed Mirror, one with wide range; to be reported by [friend's name] to Tighnari; No other unusual activities and no lost/troubled travelers encountered - [your name]

After the long routine, you sat down and took greedy gulps from your water bag, resting and relaxing your feet for a while. By now, you thought, Tighnari should be aware of the withering zone.

Oh, Tighnari, your cute fluffy leader.

You were finished with your route anyway. Maybe it was okay for you to check out the withering zones? Since you already knew where they were, you decided to go and guide wandering travelers in avoiding the said areas.

The trek to your destination was a long one so you opted to take shortcuts. As a forest ranger, you should set an example to passers-by that they should utilize the available pathways, yet here you were, away from the trail and traversing through the forest. You should be fine, you thought. You had a Vision.

Pacing further, you heard rustling noises. This prompted you to go into alert mode and steal a sneak peek. To your surprise, two floating hydro fungi and two floating dendro fungi seemed to be dancing around and releasing spores.

"What in the name of Archons...?" you whispered to yourself, jotting down notes.

Ah, shoot. If you reported this, Tighnari would give you an earful for not following the tracks and for wandering into the forest alone.

Anyway.

"...releasing spores... search the area for... Yep," you said as you wrote your thoughts down.

Mating. From what you know, the fungi were mating. Sexual reproduction, of course, was a normal thing. But was this a normal circumstance or was it anomalous?

Sneaking away from the love-making fungi, you investigated the area further. To your surprise, even other species were doing the deed. On one of a tree branch, you saw dusk birds on top of another. Not far from that tree, you even stumbled upon lizards on a mating hold.

What could be the cause of this?

You noted every single detail on your notebook as you judged this was indeed abnormal. Searching further, you noticed a pink puffy cloud coming from whatever it was behind a bush. You covered your mouth and nose with a scarf before sneaking on the unknown creature.

A pink-coloured poison mushroom. What an unusual shade!

Assuming you were in a safe distance, you wrote down your findings again and described the peculiar mushroom in detail.

"...pink gas cloud... Shape and pattern looks like...," you murmured, drawing the figure.

Odd. You were oddly starting to feel horny at an alarming pace.

No... It couldn't be...?

"Possibly emitting aphrodisiac." You quickly scribbled.

You immediately packed your notebook to flee, only to realize there were smaller pink poison shrooms around you hidden under bushes and tress. You failed to recognize them earlier as you were too engrossed with the bigger pink fungus. And now, it seems you fell right into their trap as all of them produced the pink fluff clouds, peppering your body with their spores.

"S - shoot...!" you cursed, feeling your crotch area ache.

...

"So [your name] was here," Tighnari murmured to himself as he put down the watch post's logbook.

The Forest Watcher Chief Officer himself scouted the area looking for you since you did not return to Gandharva Ville last night.

"She insisted that she should go alone. Knowing her, she must have gone to the withering zones."

Tighnari thought the same even if your co-ranger did not tell him. That reckless and foolhardy nature of yours was exactly the reason why he couldn't promote you as Forest Watcher. He knew why you were acting that way, though. Regardless, you always had him worried over you.

"I have a Vision, don't worry!" was what you would always retort.

It didn't matter if you had a Vision or not. Tighnari cared about you. And this was precisely what he feared. Wherever you were, he wished you were safe and away from harm.

If he were [your name], what would he do? Go off-track, of course!

He tried to simulate your steps, diving straight into the forest in hopes of finding you. He made his ears work extra hard to listen. He utilized high ground to search. He analyzed the surroundings to determine if you had gone through the same path or not. At last, his efforts were not in vain as he finally found your exhausted body seated under a tree, your back leaning on its hard trunk.

"[Your name]!" Tighnari called, darting towards you while staying on high alert.

Fast heart rate. Heavy breathing. Flushed skin. Profuse sweating. He wanted to but he couldn't possibly nag you right now.

"... Nari...," you cried weakly, opening your eyes in a small slit to confirm it was indeed your leader.

"I'm here. Tsk. I told you not to be too reckless. Now look at what happened," Tighnari said. Okay, maybe a little bit of reprimanding wouldn't hurt.

He took out his medicine box and scanned your symptoms. He placed the back of his hand on your neck to which you immediately avoided.

"Nari, don't...!" you uttered, distancing yourself as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Self-restraint was hard. "Logbook."

You handed him your ranger's journal-on-the-go so it could better explain your situation. In it, he found out about your little misadventure yesterday. He read about the unusual phenomenon you encountered and the pink poison mushroom that affected you.

"I - I was poisoned...," you finally declared with a heavy heart. How could you impress Tighnari now?

You tried. You really tried not to touch yourself again, thinking it was the best option as it hurt when you did. But now that Tighnari himself was here, your urge to finger yourself increased ten fold. You squeezed your thighs in hopes of pleasuring yourself through the friction of your flesh.

"You're horny," Tighnari corrected, observing you as he put your logbook and his medicine box away. He then guided you to drink on his water bag. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you?"

"H - huh...??" you shrieked, eyes widening at Tighnari's bold assumption.

"I said you were thinking about having sex with me," Tighnari affirmed to which you gasped loudly. He brushed off the topic, returned his water bag in place, and explained, "You were right. That pink mushroom puffs out spores that can be used as aphrodisiac. They normally reproduce asexually and rarely sexually, though. A parent mushroom is usually surrounded by its offsprings because it constantly emits spores. Unfortunately, most of the time, the baby mushrooms don't survive so these pink mushrooms are rare to find. They can only hope their spores would grow somewhere else, wherever nature takes them."

You would have listened attentively if you weren't thinking about what Tighnari said.

You having sex with him.

"Is there any cure for this...?" you asked, panting.

"In your case, since you were overexposed, medicine would not be enough," Tighnari replied. "But there is another way."

Tighnari placed both his hands on your thighs and parted them to give him enough space, all the while observing the expression in your eyes. You felt his hands squeeze your flesh, making you moan and produce more love juice.

"T - Tighnari...!!" you cried, feeling weak from your crush's touch.

"We can do whatever you want in your fantasy," Tighnari said. "I know you have been perverting me. You want to fuck with me, right?"

Using one hand, he took yours and guided you to touch his crotch area. Your pussy spasmed as you felt how hard Tighnari was. Did he want to fuck you too?

"How did you know?" you breathily asked, rubbing your palm on Tighnari's cloth. At this point, you couldn't be bothered to hide how you felt towards him.

"Your naughty journal," Tighnari answered followed by an erotic groan. "Remember the time when I accidentally stumbled upon you writing on it? I lied when I said I didn't see anything," he revealed, losing his composure as you pressed your hands on his clothed manhood.

"So... All this time, you knew...?"

Rather than being embarrassed, you felt more courageous. Hearing Tighnari's erotic noises urged you to continue teasing him. You rubbed on his hard member faster to the point that his pre-cum stained his lower garments.

But Tighnari would never let you have the upper hand. You were under the effects of aphrodisiac and he intended to take advantage of that. He pressed his knee on your crotch area, hitting your puffy clit and making you weak in an instant. His relentless teasing on your clothed womanhood had you cumming tons.

"N - nari! Tighnari! Ahh...!!"

"Hehe. Yeah. All this time I knew," he finally answered after hearing your angelic moans of his name.

Yes, he knew about your perverted thoughts towards him. But he would never admit his more debauched fantasies of you. At long last, he could listen to your sweet erotic voice properly instead of the usual muffled ones. This was way better than secretly eavesdropping on you masturbate to him back in the village.

"Stop! I'm cumming!" you squealed, grabbing onto his shoulder with both hands as another orgasm crashed down on you. You held his body close to yours, crying as the stimulation was too much for you. "Nari... Please stop...! I can't...!"

Yet the tone of your voice, from the way you pant and grind your body, suggested you wanted more.

"You started this, [your name]. If you just stayed on track and came home yesterday, then we wouldn't be doing this, would we? Now look. You got poisoned and I needed to cure you. To do that, you need to cum over and over again until you feel your body flushes out the aphrodisiacs," Tighnari reprimanded.

He secretly gloated about how much power he had over your body. Watching you plead with your eyes stirred his primordial instincts to breed you.

"I forgot to mention. I might have been affected by the mushroom too."

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🗺 WANDERER

Journal Entry Highlights :

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

> A lovely kind young man saved me from aggressive wild sumpter beasts today

> A mysterious man who needed not his name

> It's okay, I like mysteries 😍😏

> He came back and introduced himself as The Wanderer. I like it ❤️

> Gosh, I can't stop thinking about him. 🥺🥺

> He looks yummy

> Why oh why do I want to make love with him? 🥺🥺🥺

> *insert sensual, romantic fantasies here*

> I haven't seen him for a while but then he comes back and he has suddenly...changed??

> He has an Anemo Vision now! 🤩🤩

> And he still remembers me! 😍

> So he goes by the name [W/N]... Why didn't he tell me sooner? 😳🙄

> He can be rude at times but I can see he's good deep inside

> Good deep inside. Heh. 😏

> Why does this new him make me feel hornier?

> *insert fantasy of The Wanderer being rough on you here*

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"[W/N], you're here!" you giddily greeted the Anemo user as you carried a heavy pail of water.

"You idiot! That's not the proper way to carry a shit-ass heavy bucket," the man replied, grabbing the object and putting it down exactly where you needed it to be even without your instructions.

"Hehe. Thank you," with a sweet smile on your face, you expressed your gratitude to the man. His face distorted in disgust as he looked at your happy one.

Taking care of crops was no simple task. You needed to be patient and observant. Patient, because a plant could never bear fruit naturally overnight. You needed to tend to it everyday - do labor and you shall receive. Observant, because as the plant grows, its needs becomes different. Today it might need more watering but tomorrow, it might not require any more. And let us not get started on the pests that may bother it.

Just like in your relationship with The Wanderer, you needed to be both patient and observant. Patient, because he seemed to be the type of person who is not used to expressing his own emotions immediately and fully. Observant, because even if he said something, most of the time his actions contradicted them.

The Wanderer glanced upon a freshly brewed tea sitting on your outdoor table. From its scent and colour, he knew what it would taste like. You noticed this and smiled triumphantly at yourself.

"It's for you. I was expecting you," you publicized, watering your carrots carefully.

"Hmph! And if I didn't come?" he scoffed, yet proceeded to perching himself on a chair and stealing a sip from the bitter drink.

"Then I would drink it myself. There shouldn't be a problem," you retorted.

The Wanderer enjoyed banters like these. When you acted too polite around him, after he obtained his Anemo Vision, you noticed he found it boring. So you changed tactics and, every now and then you would reply something a little less nice...at least they weren't, in your opinion.

"By the way, I remember you mentioned you joined the esteemed traveler and his floating fish on their journey. Why aren't you with them now?" you inquired genuinely, placing your attention on The Wanderer.

"Heh! Floating fish. That's a good one! Hahahahaha!" your handsome companion heartily laughed.

Why does it feel like he was mocking you?

"Floating fish. Heh!" he repeated, wiping a tear that actually formed in his eyes. "The traveler took uninteresting commissions today so I decided to split away momentarily."

"Uninteresting commissions like what?"

"Bounce on an oversized mushroom, for one!" The Wanderer roared exasperatedly, his eyes twitching in disgust.

You laughed at the silly face your friend was making.

"I think that's an interesting task! Is it really possible to bounce on a huge mushroom? I had no idea," you mused, eyes widening in delight.

"For a person like you, of course it is amusing," he argued back, rolling his eyes.

"Is it boring for you because you have an Anemo Vision?" was another genuine question from you.

"This has nothing to do with my Vision." The guy palmed his face.

You had a lively chat with The Wanderer in the morning. Then afternoon came. All your routine was done and the both of you had lunch. That was when your companion excused himself and left.

Of course, you could not stop him. Even if you wished him to stay, you had no rights as you were nothing more than a friend.

Even now, I'm not sure if he likes me or not. I might just be fantasizing too much but there was no other explanation why he would come and visit me. I wish he would give me a sign. Anything at all.

You scribbled on your journal. You intended it to be your therapeutic object to vent your day-to-day encounters yet somehow, it became full of [W/N] fantasies.

I've been needy lately. Just like yesterday and the day before that, all I could think about was how it would feel to have [W/N] inside of me. I want to touch. I want to be touched. I want him to take me from behind, gripping my hips so he could take full control of my body. I want to feel weak as he rams his whole length inside of me. His

You couldn't even finish what you were writing. The more you thought about it, the more engrossed you became. A free hand already made its way inside your clothing and started to pleasure your lady parts.

"[W/N], wait...! You're the first man I've ever been with so please...," you heaved breathily, closing your eyes and picturing the visitor you had this morning as a digit circled itself on your puffy clit.

...

"So this was where my pail went. And you even filled it with water. How kind of you," you remarked happily as The Wanderer once again visited you after a few days of absence. "Good morning!"

"Rub that fucking ugly face of yours," he replied. "You didn't prepare tea for me. So you weren't expecting me?"

"Sorry! I was preoccupied with looking for my bucket, which apparently someone took already. The tea water is still boiling so you'll have to wait," you reasoned, failing to contain the ecstacy coursing through your being. "How have you been?"

"Tch! How ungrateful! Do you want me to throw the water away then?" he roared angrily at your accusation to which you shook your head, stifling an amused chuckle. "What I do is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything," he grumbled, resting his chin on his knuckles.

His temper might be because he had not had his tea yet. You nodded and started to water your plants. As you've explained, you couldn't serve him tea because you were still waiting for the water to boil.

"Cancel your plans this afternoon."

"Huh??" you choked, nearly drowning a poor cabbage with water in shock of The Wanderer's sudden demand.

"Are you fucking deaf or are you just fucking stupid?" he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I said cancel your damn plans this afternoon."

"Why? W - what's the occasion?" Archons, was this the sign?

The Wanderer simply looked at you. As he said before, he didn't have to say anything. But you, you had to answer him.

"Okay. After lunch, right?" you replied, blushing at the idea of an afternoon date.

The indigo-eyed man remained silent as he did not need to confirm it. Of course he meant after lunch! You smiled anyway as the sound of whistling kettle broke the silence, prompting you to give your visitor his well deserved tea.

...

"Oh, so this is what a huge mushroom looks like," you marveled at the enormous stretchy fungi, poking it for any kind of reaction. "It reminds me of you."

"I will fucking murder you if you say that one more time," The Wanderer warned, shooting daggers at your laughing face. He sighed, crossed his arms, and asked in a vigor-less tone, "Do you want to try it?"

"Yes! Please?"

"Jump on it then."

"That's it? What if I die??" you shrieked, bothered by the lack of clear instructions.

"Then you die."

You exasperatedly gasped at your companion's behaviour to which he laughed in amusement.

"Ahaha! Kidding! Your face looks stupid, seriously!" he teased before guiding you to climb an oversized fungus. "Okay, jump."

"Jump??" you hesitated. "As in jump??"

"Yes, jump. For the love of - just fucking jump already!" The Wanderer ordered.

"Nnh...!"

Shutting your eyes tight, you did as told and boldly jumped on the stretchy fungus. Your initial fear poofed away as you now bounced up and down the mushroom happily.

"[W/N]! Look! Look!" you called, ricochetting against the elastic shroom. "I'm Anemo now!"

You were enjoying so much that you failed to notice the smile painted on The Wanderer's face. Seriously, what was a person like you doing, bouncing on an overstretched, oversized mushroom? You looked so stupid.

So stupid, it was cute.

"Heeeey! Join me! It's actually fun!" you beckoned, flailing your hands in the air jovially.

After throwing you high in the air, the mushroom suddenly clunked and disappeared, leaving you cushionless on your next fall. You noticed this, making panic course through your every fibre.

"[W/N]!!"

"I've got you!" The Wanderer rang, carrying you bridal style mid-air.

Your heart beated so loud, not only from the adrenaline, but from the way The Wanderer carefully held you in his arms; from how his soft baby-face looked up close; from how his lips trembled so slightly as yours were inches away from his.

"I've got you," he whispered, eyes softly squinted as he stared at yours tenderly.

You could have sworn you were going to kiss. His lips were approaching yours and - Archons, you were sure of it! But he just had to ruin the moment and switch back to his usual grumpy nature.

"I should have let you fall and die," The Wanderer clicked his tongue, contradicting everything by gingerly putting you down on solid ground.

"Thank you..."

"Tch! You're an idiot."

...

Today was a happy day! I enjoyed myself so much! [W/N] came to visit me again and he took me on a date ❤️‼️ He let me bounce on a huge mushroom. It was fun until the mushroom poofed away. I nearly died but [W/N] caught me. It was magical! We were floating in the air using his Anemo powers, I gingerly on his arms. I was like a bride and we almost kissed happily ever after. ALMOST.

You jotted down freely on your notebook, just extremely happy that you had a wonderful time with your crush. You were on cloud nine and nothing could ever bring you down now.

Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he and I had a chance?

Maybe. Just maybe. It wouldn't hurt to wish, right?

...

The events yesterday cajoled you to sleep peacefully. Even in your slumber, you fantasized about a happy ending with The Wanderer. You couldn't bear to wake yourself from such a sweet dream so you woke up a little later than usual.

After the trip back from dreamland, your body finally stirred as you started to wake up from a wonderful rest. You stretched your limbs and let out a relaxed yawn, preparing your body for another day of work.

"Disgusting."

You shot up and saw The Wanderer perched on your desk chair in a figure four lock, facing your way as one knuckle supported his head while the other held your personal journal.

"W - What are you doing in my home?" you accused, trying to process everything. What was apparent now was The Wanderer invaded your home and had read your journal.

"Hmph! You incriminate me yet from the text written on your diary, you should be glad I'm here," The Wanderer scoffed, casting your journal back on the desk.

"Y - you...!" was all you could utter.

A mix of fear, anger, shame, and confusion painted your face - all of which were negative emotions. You had so much on your face, it looked stupid - so stupid that The Wanderer laughed in amusement.

"Surprised? Of course you should be! Hah, I bet you didn't expect this the moment you woke up, huh?" he teased in a mocking tone. "Tell me, then, oh dear [your name]. Do you still like me?"

Of course you still liked him. You knew he was a good man, despite him barging into your home unannounced. But right now, you had a lot of questions plaguing your mind.

Such as what was his purpose for doing such a thing?

The Wanderer counted the seconds until time was up. Your lack of response, deep down, disappointed him. Just as he thought, you would cower away once he showed you a glimpse of what he truly was. Internally in defeat, he stood up and prepared to depart.

"It was foolish of you to form feelings towards me. Learn from your mistakes."

Why does it feel like his words were directed at himself? Even before you could ponder further, you found yourself holding The Wanderer tightly in your arms, your faces tucked on each other's neck.

"Forget about me."

"I like you," you replied. "I like you."

"You're being foolish."

"You've told me a million times that I'm an idiot."

"Idiot. An idiot is different from a fool."

"Then I am a fool in love with you."

"Heh! You don't even know what you're dealing with yet you throw away the word love carelessly."

"Then what exactly am I dealing with, [W/N]?"

A long pause. He hesitated for a long while, filling the room with awkward silence. What was he doing, unmoving in your arms when he promised to forsake worthless emotions and to simply live for himself? He felt like he himself was a fool.

A fool in love with you.

"I am not a human," he revealed in a modest hushed tone of barely a whisper.

He expected you to react negatively - to turn back and cast him aside as you had no future with him. Who would want to be with a puppet, right? Surely no happy ending awaited you if you pursued him further.

"Does this mean you didn't like me?" you asked genuinely.

To this, he didn't answer. Of course, he liked you. He knew your feelings were genuine towards him. It was just he had a lot of questions haunting his mind.

Such as was he willing to risk loving again despite everything he's been through?

"You're afraid, aren't you?" in a gentle voice, you asked. Your thumb gingerly made soothing strokes onto his flesh as you waited for his response.

Seconds passed and with no response from The Wanderer, you deemed it was best to let him go. But the moment you loosened your grip, he immediately pressed your body against his.

"What if I told you we cannot build a family together?"

"Just tell me that you love me and visit me from time to time. That's enough for me," you declared, letting yourself melt in The Wanderer's arms. "I love you, [W/N]."

His new name has never sounded so angelic before. He was someone who preferred extremely bitter tastes yet from the way his name sweetly rolled off your tongue, he might turn into a new man.

Of course he would never admit that verbally.

Yet.

But his actions would.

So he planted a modest kiss on your cheek, a speck of promise that he would make your relationship grow and bloom.

Told you there would be drama.

I guess I got too carried away with The Wanderer's scene that it became too long? Or is it just my imagination? 😅

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some curry rice - one for you and one for your Genshin hubby. 🍛🍛

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[ravenlking]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋:

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀, 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋, 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌, 𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀, 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒) here! i got this necklace with our initials in a heart for you! what do you think?

gender-neutral warnings: - implied to be in a relationship :D - sorry if Idia turns out to be a bit OOC. As a TWST ENG player, I don't really know much about him so it was a struggle to write his genre: fluff a/n: - i know im late and it aint christmas anymore but here it is! - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

"I-I...My rose, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul. I shall treasure this necklace with every inch of my body. Now, may you help me to wear it? Cater, stop recording this inimate moment or it's 'Off With Your Head'!

If the law of nature permits it, Riddle's face would be even redder than his hair. His cheeks were on fire and at this rate, he looks so flustered that he would collapse. If he weren't on a chair of course.

Trey and Cater hurry to take the delicate, expensive gifts from his dorm members out of his hands and thank goodness for that...because the moment he opened your gift, he was blushing bright red like his famous hair along with his legs weak.

(Ace and Deuce were laughing so hard that if it weren't for his inability to speak, he would have beheaded them already)

He was incredibly touched by your gift. Your initials along with his between a plus sign in a red heart? Looking closer, the heart was tangled with roses, as red as the ones in the Rose Maze. He was so amazing that you thought it out so clearly, even more so tried to incorporate what he loved in his Christmas present.

He quickly handed it to you, doing his best to lift up the edges of his bright red hair. Riddle wanted the world to know who he loved and who was his king of hearts.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

"Tch...a necklace? For me? Really, that's all you can do- Wait don't take it back! It's now mine, herbivore!"

As part of the royal family, Leona's used to the mountains of presents flooding his room every Christmas. So, to find you rushing through the halls of Savanaclaw with a present held close to your chest, he can only expect the usual. Cat items to groom himself (as a joke or an insult to his lion side), money (from Farena because he honestly doesn't know what to get him), or just gemstones (boring in his opinion).

"Just get it over and done with," Leona groaned out, lazily lifting a finger and craning it towards him. Laughing, you did as told.

His normally half-lidded eyes widen at the gift. It's a cute amber heart with his and your initials in it, which makes his heart melt.

At first, he insists that the gift is lame, that he has received much better gifts in the past. But upon seeing your tearful/disappointed/upset face, Leona sighs and draws you into a hug.

"I'm kidding, herbivore," He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead until you smile again. "Now, help me put it on, will you?"

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

"F-for me? This is beyond amazing, I'm wearing this everyday- Wait, Floyd, Jade, you're still listening?! Excuse me, we're having a moment here!"

After unboxing Floyd and Jade's presents, Azul has really low expectations for this year's Christmas Presents. I mean, he literally received a rib-crushing hug from Floyd and a so-called rare mushroom that Jade found (which, by the way has no use to him), so he's sighing heavily as you came bounding, present in hand.

He carefully unwraps the gift all the while scowling and swatting Floyd's impatient hands from outright stealing it and tearing it apart because he knows how much time and effort you put into the gift. Thankfully, Jade pulls his bother away before Azul can whack his face with a pillow from the Mostro Lounge.

Upon opening your gift, Azul's jaw drops. He actually takes off his glasses to look closer at the gift before marveling at it. It's a beautiful heart in blue but turns purple when he tilts it at a certain angle and his and your initials were inside. He's blushing so hard that his cheeks felt as if they were on fire.

Floyd's quick to tease him when he pulls you close into a hug, his arms wrapping around you as if he had his tentacles again, pulling you into a warm embrace.

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

"WOW! For me?! Really! This is absolutely beautiful! Wait here while I go grab a necklace from the treasury okay? You deserve something like this too!"

In contrast to Azul, Kalim's gleefully ripping the paper apart with a bright grin on his face. Bundles of wrapping paper from his gifts from his family surround him (somewhere in the distance, you hear Jamil groan in despair and feel pity for the boy) and other expensive gifts are stacked above one another on a large table.

When he gets to yours, he's not even paying attention to it. He sets it gently to the side before tackling you in a huge, careful not to hit your head on the floor.

"Oh my Seven, you got me something? You're amazing, my jewel!" He rants, peppering your face with kisses. It takes more than ten reminders from Jamil for Kalim to remember why you were here and your gift to him. Quickly, he rolls off you and grabs the gift, squealing as he opens it.

"I love it!!"

It's not as expensive as the gifts he got from his 30+ other siblings, but the meaning behind the orange-red heart and his and your initials together made his entire day- no, his entire year.

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

"The design is quite beautiful, fitting to such a fairest person as I. You have outdone yourself this time, baked potato. Or should I say my darling, to bring that lovely smile upon your face once more?"

Yet another person who is used to the multitude of gifts. Anything really, ranging from highly inappropriate from some of his desperate fans all the way to thoughtful fanart with comments such as "fairest of them all!" or "beautiful". Of course, he treasures it all but you...whatever you give to him is different compared to everyone else in Twisted Wonderland.

His heart beats so fast when he sees you excitedly pushing your gift into his arms and popping a kiss on your face. The way Vil has to use all of his acting skills to push off the bright flush on his face that was bound to appear sooner or later. The little Santa hat slips off your head and Vil instinctively sets it back before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Oh? For me, darling?"

Upon opening the gift, Vil let out a gasp as his shaky hands held up the necklace to see it clearly. It was a beautiful shade of lavender, matching the tips of his blond hair. Inside the heart was his and your initials between a plus symbol, representing the eternal relationship. Vil smiles gently at you before giving you the necklace and lifting the edges of his hair.

"I'll treasure it forever," He says after you have done so, pressing a kiss to the pendant. Later on, it doesn't matter whatever magazine cover he appears on, his trademark will always be the heart necklace you gave him one Christmas day.

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

"HUH?! Ortho, pinch me! Since when did I unlock the route of romancing the MC?! It's beautiful, it's glorious and I love it!"

The tips of Idia's fiery blue hair burn as pink as his cheeks. He's on fire both literally and figuratively, making you flinch backward in alarm. Carefully, he does his best to maintain his composure, bringing his hair back to normal yet the tinge of redness in his cheeks gives away all of his fluster-ness.

Here we have another person who gleefully tears his gifts apart (I headcanon him being a loner so he rarely gets gifts. Ignihyde seems too introverted to gift their house warden a present in my opinion. Idk, I'm a TWST ENG player so I haven't read Book 6 yet). Ortho sighs at the mess his older brother is making in his already-messy bedroom, but he's happy that Idia is joyful this Christmas.

When he opens the gift and his eyes widen at the necklace, Ortho already has the fire extinguisher in hand, ready to blow out the bright red flames. Idia's eyes are adorably widened and his jaw is dropped as he holds up the necklace like it's the most valuable thing in the world. It has the blue sheen like his infamous blue hair and his and your initials in the middle.

Idia.exe has stopped working.

Ortho's frantically shaking Idia as you laugh to the side. Delighted that you, a magicless Prefect, made Idia Shroud stop working and glinching like this.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

"I knew I should have given you that emerald necklace from my dragon hoard as a Christmas present...oh don't worry Y/N. I'm just disappointed that my present isn't as heartwarming as yours."

Malleus was close to tearing up. He hasn't had a proper present in decades; his grandmother did her best but giving the same thing over and over again was boring. The other people o the Briar Valley gave money and gemstones to get on his good side. But this one gift was enough to make his insides feel like a fireplace (in a nice way). His child of man handing him a sincere, well-thought-out, heartwarming present for Christmas? Oh, what did he do to deserve you? Malleus is falling for you all over again.

He took the present with gentle yet shaky hands, wanting to treasure the way you worked on wrapping it in his favorite shade of green (his eyes widened when you revealed that you had listened to his silly rambles on the different shades of green) and the little cute bowtie on the top to make it look personal.

His lime green eyes widen upon seeing the necklace box in his hands. They shake as he opens it (mainly because his first thought was a ring box, and he thought that you were proposing. He wasn't even ready yet, he hasn't even courted you properly yet, the dragon customs!).

Although he feels slightly disappointed that it isn't a ring box, his heart is still filled with so much love for you. The cute emerald dragon folded into a heart with his and your initials together? He faintly remembers Lilia squealing at him about how it means you two are in love with one another and his eyes are practically hearts as he pulls you into a kiss, filled with all the love he has for you.

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[omgiamwish]

Goodbye

They knew this mission was going to be important and/or dangerous one way or another. So they were careful. They made a plan.

It only takes seconds for everything to go horribly wrong.

Warnings: death, grief/mourning, art with graphic injuries

word count: ~1900

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“Sooooo,” Leo draws out the word obnoxiously. “How much you wanna bet that this is a trap?”

“Scoff! You heard Raph. Those guys didn’t even know he was there. Twenty bucks.”

“Well maybe they did notice Raph, and he just didn’t realize. Not everyone’s as bad at lying as you, y’know.”

Donnie turns to glare at his brother without faltering in his step.

To the casual observer, it should appear that they are merely taking a late night stroll. In reality, he and Leo are using their ninja training to scope out the rather large house (mansion?) just outside Witch Town, looking for entrances, security, defenses… Raph and Mikey are doing the same on the other side.

“Excuse me, I am excellent at lying. Anyway, if you’re so worried about it, why did you okay the mission?”

Leo rolls his eyes. “I’m not worried. And I okay’d it because Raph is right; we can’t take the chance that this guy isn’t making a doomsday weapon.”

Donnie hums and flips down his goggles, Leo falling back and lifting his arms into a stretch, shielding Donnie from the main road. He does his best to make sense of the data in a few quick seconds before returning his goggles to the top of his head. Leo falls back in step with him and Donnie activates his comm before resting his forearm on his brother’s shoulder, leaning in and pretending to point at something in the mushroom forest with his other hand.

“I still don’t think it’s a trap, but unless this guy’s got really good mystic shielding- and I don’t even know if that’s a thing that exists bee-tee-dubs- there’s nothing mystic in the house besides a bit of security on the outside. Looks like locks and a really old forcefield. Strongest on the ground floor, patchy higher up.”

“Copy,” Raph replies. Leo says nothing, so Donnie lowers his arm.

“Y’know,” Leo starts after a moment of silence, “I can admit that I may be a bit of a sore loser-”

“And a sore winner.”

“-but just this once, I don’t think I’d mind ending the night twenty dollars poorer.”

“Yeah, you kinda shot yourself in the foot with that one,” Donnie drawls, though he also hopes that this mission leans more towards ‘wild-goose chase’ than ‘trap’ or ‘world-ending threat’. Not just because those things would be a pain to deal with, but because they’re all still kind of healing from the last world-ending threat; Leo’s shell bridges aren’t due to come off for at least another four months.

Leo smacks his shoulder, Donnie smacks back, and they continue walking and noting possible entrance points (a window here, a balcony there) until Raph’s voice comes back over the comms.

“We’re going in.”

“Copy,” Leo answers.

Donnie pulls up his barebones map of the area and has just enough time to note Raph and Mikey’s location before they disappear off of it.

“Wait, what?!” Leo grabs his arm. “Where’d they go?! Did they get portaled somewhere else?”

“No, their trackers went offline.” Donnie tries not to panic as he dismisses the map and activates the comm again. “Raph, come in. Mikey? If you can hear me, get out of there!”

They stare at their comms for an agonizing long second, waiting for a reply, any reply, before Leo swears and draws his swords.

“Shit. Shit!” he yells, cutting open a portal and leaping through, Donnie on his heels. They land at their brothers’ last known coordinates. “There!” Leo points and Donnie sees the open third floor window a moment later.

Leo’s already running.

Donnie sprints after him.

The world explodes.

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Donnie lies stunned, panting heavily. Smoke rolls across his vision and flames lick the peripherals. He can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.

Bomb, he thinks numbly, recalling the concussive force that swept him off his feet and slammed him into the ground so hard that he bounced.

He chokes on his next inhale.

Donnie jerks, trying to roll over. Agony stops him and he flops back down, screaming. He thinks he’s screaming- he still can’t hear.

The choking is scarier than the pain, though, so he flails himself into sitting upright instead. He leans over, coughing and huffing until his airway clears.

Donnie stares at his blood-splattered plastron. Watches blood continue to drip drip drip from his beak. Bloody nose. He shifts his gaze a little and realizes there’s a hunk of stone crushing his legs.

“Raph,” he calls weakly, wanting his big brother to come and fix it.

Raph…

He remembers.

Donnie drags his gaze up and stares at the giant fiery hole in the mansion.

“Raph!” he screams, and now- now he can finally hear his own voice, wretched and broken and faint, drowned out by the crackle of flames rather than the ringing of his own ears. “Raph!”

He shoves at the stone trapping his legs. It takes a few pushes before it slides off.

“M-Mikey!”

Donnie tries to stand and immediately falls with a cry. He curls up and screams his agony and frustration and fear into his knees.

He swipes at his forearm to activate the escape pods, but all that gets him is an error message. He tries to slap the release of his battleshell, thinking he’ll just get the pods manually, but his hand goes right through where the strap should be and hits his neck instead.

Donnie gasps, a fresh burst of anxiety jolting through him. Frantic patting at his shell only reveals that his protection is gone, just the opposite strap left hanging loosely off his shoulder. Frustrated and overwhelmed, he tears it off and throws the stupid useless scrap away from him.

He tries the tracker data next and sobs in relief to see that Mikey and Raph have come back online. Leo’s there too, just a short distance from Donnie. He can crawl there, he thinks.

Donnie pushes himself onto his hands and knees and starts to drag himself forward over the rubble-strewn lawn. It’s difficult- he’s crawling over stone and brick, metal and plaster, splintered wood and shattered glass. He tries to avoid what he can, but he’s bleeding all over his wrappings by the time he spots a familiar green foot.

“Leo!” he sobs in relief, crawling the last few feet a little faster. He drinks in the sight of his brother and-

“Leo?” Donnie whispers, horrified, disbelieving. No. Nope, nuh-uh, no. This is- Leo’s- no, it’s wrong! Wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong-!

Donnie reaches a shaking hand out, terrified and half-convinced despite his denial that he won’t find a pulse.

His fingers jerk and brush Leo’s jaw, and Leo’s eyes crack open.

“Dee?”

Donnie gasps and presses the back of his wrist against his mouth.

“D-donnie?”

“You- you’re-” Donnie chokes. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he whimpers, pleads, lies as he reaches over his brother’s shoulder to grab a katana hilt. He tugs the blade free from beneath Leo’s body and presses the grip into Leo’s limp hand. “You need to make a portal. Home. Now.”

Leo stares blankly for a moment before his eyes cut to the flaming, bombed-out mansion. “Whu’bout… Raph? Mikey?”

“I’ll stay here and help them, but you need to go home to Dad, Leo. Please.”

Leo focuses back on him and Donnie wishes he could read the emotions that pass over his face, but all he can label is a furrowed brow.

“Please,” Donnie begs again, but Leo is already tightening his grip on his sword, raising it an inch. His markings light up beneath the blood and grime, blue light crackles off his sword, and for a moment, Donnie has hope.

Leo coughs and drops his sword with a cry, hands clutching at his plastron as his glow fades out. Donnie wrestles his brother’s hands away from jagged, bleeding edges and holds them to his own chest.

“S-sorry,” Leo gasps. “Sorry. ‘M sorry.”

Donnie shakes his head, unable to say anything.

“I th-think one of my bridges broke,” Leo whispers as his eyes slide shut, a tear escaping to dampen his mask.

There’s nothing Donnie can do. His tech and his body are broken and useless. He can’t carry Leo to help like Raph, or make a portal like Mikey maybe could. He can’t even- he feels like there’s something he should be doing to comfort Leo- anything!- but he doesn’t know what it is! He doesn’t know!

Donnie lies down next to his brother, clutching his arm and pressing their heads together. He’s shaking from how much his chest hurts, but Leo lies horribly still. Not even breathing anymore, he observes numbly, and then squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he hadn’t observed anything at all.

The mansion is entirely ablaze now, with patches of flame on the lawn and mushroom trees growing bigger. Is Donnie the last of his brothers alive? Will he die too if he doesn’t move? He can hear approaching sirens; maybe the Hidden City Fire Department will rescue him.

He can’t bring himself to care. Donnie can barely move himself, let alone carry Leo, and he’s not leaving his brother.

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A crackle over the comms. “Leo, Donnie, where are you?”

Raph. Donnie mouths his older brother’s name, but he can’t give voice to it. The relief that Raph at least is still alive isn’t enough to drown out the- the- this is grief, isn’t it? The feeling that’s far more agonizing than his crushed and bleeding legs? He felt it before, most horribly and recently in those few minutes when he thought Leo was dead or soon to be, but now Leo really is-

“No. No no no, no please.”

It takes a moment for Donnie to realize that he’s not hearing Raph’s voice through the comms. And another moment before he can hear his brother’s approaching, limping steps over the sirens and flames.

He hears a thud on the other side of Leo. A pause in breathing. Then renewed, choked back sobs that make Donnie cry even harder.

It’s kinda funny (not haha funny) that when Donnie cries for himself, he wails and screams and lets everyone know exactly what his problem is, but he can’t even make a sound now. Not a voiced one anyway, though he chokes and gasps.

“Hey, buddy.” Raph’s voice breaks and he sniffles. “Are your legs hurting ya?”

Donnie cracks open an eye to look at Raph, but he sees Mikey limply cradled in Raph’s arm and slams it shut again. He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to know. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

“I’m- I’m not gonna hurt ya if I pick ya up, am I?”

Donnie shrugs, then shakes his head. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.

“Okay then. Okay. Here we go.”

Raph is gentle in maneuvering Donnie and Leo into his arms, though there’s apparently no avoiding the fresh waves of pain jolting through Donnie’s legs.

“Sorry, Raph’s sorry. Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon. We’ll get ya fixed up. You’re gonna be okay.”

Unlikely, Donnie thinks. He doesn’t feel like he’ll ever be okay again.

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #donatello #leonardo #raphael #character death #blood #injury #fanfic #fan art #artists on tumblr

[skulls-soul]

Ok so @galactic-knightmare as a au in we’re king boo and Luigi have a father-son relationship and I really needed to practice drawing king boo so what did I decide to do is use this AU as fuel and inspiration

So here’s a bunch of doodles of king boo and some boo’s as well as lovely little Ghost Prince Luigi. full warning though as u can see I don’t necessarily know how to draw baby Luigi and I’m still getting the hang of drawing king boo I did this without reference (because my phone was charging) so it’s not the best of the best but either way I figured I’d still share it because at the very least I think the interactions are cute

These first couple of doodles are old their When the first few chapters were out so these were just to try and find out how exactly they would look. So it’s nothing but a bunch of faces and me trying to figure out how in the hell does baby anatomy work my favorite in this page has to be Luigi trying to climb onto king boo

just more practice in general, you can see that I tried drawing king boo kind of levitating Luigi but I gave up on drawing baby Luigi halfway and then jumped to adult Luigi but with these doodles I had an actual reference of what king boo looks like

Here i start doodling little scenes of what I imagine has happened in the AU so kind of little head cannons I just realize that (I made Luigi a little bit of a problem child when it comes to washing) and you know what I stand by it I don’t think he would like it when he hast to put his bandanna or hat or himself to wash

On the top right Luigi is a little upsetti spaghetti because he’s constantly being changed into a bunch of different outfits because of course the boos need to find out which clothing actually fit him (although king boo is pretty sure that’s just an excuse) you can see that I have a little list and it’s basically just what I imagine Luigis first three words to be I think it’s Canon that the first word he says is papa and boo but I imagine that the third thing/1st phrase he’d ever say is “stop it” (or at least try’s to say it)

you can see just a bunch of different scenarios in we’re king boo would say stop it Because of course I had to give examples

There’s king boo with a flashlight with Luigi on top of him this is from the shenanigans chapter in where one of the ghosts find a flashlight and starts basically flashing everyone even poor Luigi got blinded :(

Then there’s ghosts who are just tossing the painting around of the boo’s that did the whole shenanigans I imagine king boo says stop it but won’t do anything else

And then at the very bottom right you can see Luigi running away after being told that he needs to take a bath

Although my favorite Has to be the drawing to the left of the ghost that you capture in the first Luigi mansion‘s game that was taking a bath helping Luigi out also the little bubble mustache (don’t worry Lu one day)

Top left you can see three ghosts stealing baby clothing from some wire hangers because that’s where I believe they get them 

Just below that there is a painting of king boo and baby Luigi I imagine that king boo wanted to have a serious painting but someone gave Luigi sugar beforehand so he couldn’t stay still so this ended up the outcome although the king doesn’t hate it and probably prefers it this way because he can see Luigi being his silly goofy self

To the right of that is one of the ghosts from the Mario party games holding maracas

And then at the bottom is an entire scene of what I imagine Luigi‘s first birthday to be like. him with shorts and a frilly shirt some ghosts dancing to the left and to the right you can see a pin yada or the poison mushrooms from the games and three ghosts doing the how low can you go game then there’s a floating violin and piano 

And last but certainly not least A Polaroid photo of Luigi eating his birthday cake with icing all over his face I tried doing another little false mustache but clearly failed that’s ok though

Btw you can find the fanfiction of this on ao3 it’s called phantom interference

#phantom interference #luigi #luigi nintendo #king boo #king boo Nintendo #luigi’s mansion 3 #luigi’s mansion dark moon #Luigi’s mansion #luigi fanart #nintendo #I think there might be bowuigi

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 9 Mushroom and Cheese Omelet (Featuring Green Onion and Black Pepper) Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush and Freckle Pen. 10 Colors, 30 Minutes. I’ve got a few little idiosyncrasies about how one spells omelet/omelette (all of them personal and not at all serious,) but I do enjoy omelets, however you want to spell them or make them. I don’t care if it’s an officially named recipe like the Denver Omelet or something you throw together with scraps and leftovers. All omelets are valid. A personal favorite of mine is just some nice sautéed mushroom, melty cheese, and whatever onion is on hand. I’ll never say no to some bacon or ham, but honestly, even the humble mushroom shines all on its own, and they’re fun to draw. So mushroom omelet it is! Gonna drop a little extra below a cut because it’s mostly me musing on personal stuff and whinging about spelling, but big thank you as always to @quezify for giving me an excuse to draw all sorts of tasty egg dishes. These warm ups are really helping me with other projects! I took something that normally takes me several months to finish and cranked it out in a matter of days. Once I started doing eggs, it was so much easier to just open that other piece and finish the sketches, the line art, and the coloring! Been sitting on my computer for a month and I did the majority of the work in this last week! (It’s not even a hard project, I’m just ADHD and a perfectionist and my phone is full of games and I cannot get off the free dopamine machine to use my BIGGER free dopamine machine to do art when art feels like work and I’m terrified of failure. But you cannot “fail” Eggtober. You just draw an egg. And every time, it’s fun. Every time it’s low pressure. Every time it’s a small reminder that even if it’s not perfect, it’s an egg. And eggs are always worth it.)

I was a little late on today’s egg, but my sleep schedule keeps getting pushed back because, again, I have ADHD and I do not control the sleep. I just exhaust myself and then lay down and then wake up 8-12 hours later and it’s anyone’s guess when or why or how. Anyway, I do have the luxury right now of just sleeping like I’m alternating shifts at a 24/7 convenience mart so I just roll with it. Art doesn’t abide by time constraints and most of my current projects can be done no matter where the sun is. Enough about that though. Omelets. Or Omelettes. (It will forever irk me that USA American English decided to spell half of its words differently because hurr durr telegraph and print press charge by the letter, we’re just gonna invent the predecessor of text speak but make it official and now all word processors are angry. Forever irked that we in the USA insist on spelling “omelets” the truncated way, making me confused every time I get the red squiggle under what’s technically ALSO a correct English spelling. [I read too much Brit Lit as a kid and now I type like a foreigner according to every single word processor I own and also according to my ESL Aunt. “You type like an English person. Or a Britain? However it’s said.”] Anyway screw American English, sometimes the Brits are right, LOL. [I am 90% teasing and this is 100% a me problem and I’m blowing the silliest anthill into a circus tent of a mountain because I am angry when machine tell me to spell different.]) I want to consolidate the Englishes where we just have Brit English, American English, and Consolidated English. And I want consolidated English so that the word processors STOP TELLING ME THAT I’M WRONG. No, I will never write color as colour. Brits are wrong on that one. But Brits are right about “judgement” and “omelettes” and several others. Sorry, not sorry. “Judgment” looks like a combo of judge and augment and my brain reads it dumb and “omelettes” is just objectively better, damn it! 😂

#Eggtober 9 #Eggtober 2022 #Mushroom Omelet #my art

[mythandral]

sitting close and knees touching for the touch prompts!

It was a rough day in the Western Highlands. Blizzards howled and winds whipped around Camp Dragonhead with the full force of calamitous aether, enough to deter even the most hardened soldier from setting foot outside. Such conditions were not rare of late, but these days had become a welcome excuse to drink, be merry and drink some more while trapped indoors. What was unusual about today, however, was one particular guest of the Camp.

It was hardly the first time the Warrior of Light had visited, but his stays had always been far briefer than Haurchefant wanted, and he had not been able to get to know the man half as well as he'd like. And so the Commander was far too glad about the predicament they both found themselves in. "I'm afraid you'll simply have to stay until the storm passes. But fret not, my friend-" Haurchefant exclaimed alongside a similarly dramatic gesture- "such evenings are a cause for celebration amongst the men stationed here, and I would be most honoured if you were to join us." This earnt a predictable nod from the Duskwight, but (and perhaps this was just wishful thinking) it seemed more enthusiastic than usual.

The main hall was already awash with noise and the smell of cheap beer as the two men entered. Grabbing a couple of steins from the poor sod that had been designated barmaid for the night, Haurchefant handed one to Myth and took a long swig out of the other.He grimaced slightly from the taste as he spoke:

"It's not good ale, but it's plentiful - and it has the desired end result. So do drink up, if you are so inclined." Myth took a hesitant sip, then gave a neutral shrug. "It's much better than the drink I'm used to." "What are you used to?" Haurchefant asked, with some amount of geniune concern. "Mushrooms" came the response, and Haurchefant could not help but laugh. Succinct as always, but a rare casual conversation- a very good sign for the evening.

They had drifted over to a nearby table as they talked, one of its benches still empty. The two men took a seat next to each other, both giving a nod to the young group of soldiers occupying the bench opposite. Haurchefant had always prided himself on being on good terms with his men, and he was soon engaged in friendly chatter with them.

He was delighted to see that Myth was also joining in with their conversation, sharing tales of his own adventures (not yet well known in Coerthas) and listening intently to the stories the group shared in return. The Duskwight was a surprisingly engaging storyteller, brevity made up for with wit and theatrical expressions to rival his own. It was the first time Haurchefant had seen him like this, so relaxed and, judging by the number of drinks being brought to the table, probably tipsy. Haurchefant could have listened to him for hours.

One of the soldiers, soon joined by several others of the group, suddenly let out a drunken cheer, and Haurchefant turned to see a broad looking Elezen man walking towards the table carrying a precarious number of steins, clearly one of their friends come to join them.

Haurchefant recognised the hulk of an Elezen as Brettenoix, one of their newer recruits and a promising fighter, but somewhat lacking in social grace and awareness. To the extent that he near sat on his own Commander as he took a seat, forcing Haurchefant to press himself against Myth's side lest he be squished.

He expected Myth to draw away- he did not come across as the sort to appreciate physical contact - but despite having plenty of space all he did was shift just enough that Haurchefant had room to breathe. They were very much still touching, and Haurchefant was highly conscious of the warmth of Myth's leg against his own.

The Warrior of Light was a man who communicated mostly in gestures, and Haurchefant could not help but read something into this one. Desire for warmth, perhaps. Maybe he was just drunk and touch-starved. But gods, he hoped it was something more than that.

His thoughts were interrupted by Brettenoix realising that he should probably at least greet his superior officer, and soon Haurchefant was drawn back into the conversation. The group sat, drank and talked for the rest of the evening. Various people came and went, but Myth and Haurchefant stayed glued to each other's side the whole night.

#ask meme #haurchewol

[dausy]

I sat in the weirdest, by far, staff meeting I've ever sat in at my new job. This is when I wish livejournals friends-only mode was still a thing on the internet.

I..no comment..on the bright side I'm wasting my first paycheck on all sorts of stupid stuff. I'm so exciting and holding off until next friday!

I mentioned on twitter this was my first day off where I got to be home by myself since before the move and instead of using it wisely I instead got too excited and anxious and then couldnt do anything. I just couldn't sit still. I'd sit at my drawing table but then have to get up and move. I'd turn on the playstation and then couldn't sit still to focus. Reading would be out of the question. I did make myself some little digital stickers in procreate. I'd like to one of these days make little digital stickers of actual watercolor doodles. I don't have the patience for bullet journaling but I guess they could be used as bujo stickers. I thought it sounded fun and like a good excuse to use supplies to draw like little watercolor mushrooms or little watercolor fire hydrants and then turn them into digital stickers. Today could have been a day to do that but alas, I cant focus. I even walked my dog to the mailbox but felt like I needed to run back as if that was wasting time. So I did a lot of, probably doom scrolling but I couldn't even sit still for tiktok.

I did make an important phonecall and went to the gym though. One thing I really want to do is plow my backyard. Its full of so many stickers (what they call "goat heads" down here) that my dog cant go outside. I'd really like to be able to throw her ball out there. I sprayed a few weeds and we bought a lawn mower this past weekend. But I don't really have any other lawn care utensils or means to scour the yard for its version of doomlegos. Ive contacted a few lawn service companies but nobody services on post housing.

I'm in a studying mood again, like I want to take notes on some sort of class in a notebook.

#digitalstickers #illustration #lifeblog #artblog #artistblog

[seahdalune]

Seana’s 2021 art highlights (a thread)

(Note: this is a reupload of a thread i did on twitter a few years back. so these are really old.)

January: uh. nothing noteworthy. just a few refs here and there.... that i’ve been using for the entire year. eesh. i should update them.

there’s also this thing i didn’t upload... i didn’t like how it looked, and scrapped the whole drawing for later concepts (my god it’s atrocious! mainly the coloring. sheesh.)

February: Nothing much here either? there’s this and UGH it’s fuckin. ugly. this is also the only instance of me drawing Marr properly.

this IS, however, the month i concentrated on making my Moldy plushie so... all is excused.

March: gh. more refs. and another poor scenery art piece... remind me to draw more backgrounds. this was the month school started so i didn’t have time to properly draw. lots of sketches here and there though. i realize this is also the month i made Charlie and Mia. does anyone remember Mia? i known everyone remember s Charlie. [note: the reason for this comment is because i had asked every one of my friends to draw Charlie at some point (when they asked for art requests).... but never for Mia. the reasons for that are complicated.]

April: here is a Bo. i made flowerfolk a thing. more lore sketches. halfass’d sea. i need to draw more water. Lorem ipsum. blah. blah.

May: birth month. remember deactivating because of tests. Korean school whoopin my ass. nothing was fucking done! i drew Hollow Knight because i like Hollow Knight. [i also watched Sword Art Online Abridged around that time. see if you can spot one of the jokes.]

i drew ref art for my raffle winners but i’m not keen on resharing gift art. [fun fact: i am now! see them in their greatly watermarked glory:]

June: kurookoo. mushroom. nothing done, nothing done. i remember i had a time limit on my laptop everyday which is probably why i drew less on my laptop.

there is, however, lots of sketches. some of my favorites.

and some objectsona art. i did not draw him too often. i wonder why.

July: ...uh? there is no art from July. i remember going on a trip that month. moving on.

August: started going to international school that month. i apologize for all these scribbles. we will be getting proper drawings very soon.

September: i am free from this art block curse!! thanks Ekura.

also some more sketches. Raz and Mwa inspired me to make some bug OCs.

#dalune recap 2021 #dalune recap

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Here he is :D @akchimp75

jojo’s design for minish cap four is like the most adorable thing ever

also I was so tempted to respond to this with a drawing of the number four…

#I will definitely color this later btw #It just might take a few weeks XD #Linked universe #lu four #minish cap #minish cap link #four linked universe #My art #asks and such #four my beloved #Did I just use this as an excuse to draw mushrooms? #You will never know

[morebedsidebooks]

Planet of Fire by Peter Grimwade

‘Don’t be worried my boy,’ continued the old man. ‘It can be a most rewarding experience, and a blessed relief for those who are consumed in the flames. Doubters are such unhappy people.’ ‘Is it not sometimes good to doubt?’ asked Malkon gravely.

The time-travelling Doctor in need of a holiday lands on a beautiful island on Earth. But there’s little rest as a surprising connection soon surfaces amongst his companion Turlough holding back secrets, the malfunctioning shapeshifting android Kamelion, and a near drowned American tourist called Peri. Soon all are on an unplanned trip as the TARDIS is whisked to the volcanic planet of Sarn. There the inhabitants are facing catastrophic disaster while enmeshed in religious frictions. Moreover, and perhaps worst of all, is the appearance of the evil Time Lord the Master.

The requisites for Doctor Who’s 1984 Planet of Fire, as it has been succinctly put by its writer Peter Grimwade, ‘was the story’. A narrative seeing more than one character leaving, a new companion—and American at that, the Master for an antagonist, plus the very real island of Lanzarote. For someone such as Grimwade involved with Doctor Who in different capacities going back to the 1970s it also marked more than one end. It would be the director Fiona Cumming’s last for the TV series too.

So, forty years on what to make of Planet of Fire?

Shall we start by saying it is kind of hot? Not just fiery volcanic desert island hot but with heated issues and underlying eroticism.

Also, male homoerotism. Grimwade’s novelisation begins with a scene not in the show of an Ancient Greek vessel going down in a storm, during which one of its male merchant passengers from Rhodes clutches a kouros (i.e. young nude male statute) of the god Eros to quote ‘like a lover’. This paired centuries later by an alien Trion spaceship likewise going down on another planet. But not before releasing emergency beacons, small metallic mushroom shaped objects exhibiting a triangle symbol, one to end up of all places on Earth of course. Then, as seen on screen, both kouros and beacon to be lifted from the ocean by an archaeological team in the later part of the 20th century.

It bears mentioning Grimwade was gay, among other names involved in this story and Doctor Who. Additionally, he did love Greece and so envisioned the earthbound setting of a fictious Greek isle. Notably the earthly paradise goes unnamed in the novel, but the location filming for the serial instead was on one of the famous Canary Islands. For the classic series only the third filming destination used outside the UK and further farthest chosen at the time. Grimwade, however, was merely given photographs for his purposes. Frustrating it would also seem as he later judged the serial not working well on the screen given the cost and an excuse to go ‘on a gang bang and a nice holiday!’ Unsurprisingly too, by his own admittance had he experienced the place himself the ‘story would have been utterly different’.  One can ponder how, but various details (some the writer was aware of) certainly stand out. Although the Canary Islands were known to the ancient Greeks, archaeological evidence, such that draws Peri’s professor stepfather accompanied by family, reveals Roman contact rather than Greek and further later than the period referenced.

Plus Lanzarote also does double duty for the volcanic alien world of Sarn. Grimwade may have spent a lot of time writing about aliens, but his style is one with its roots in reality. Is it surprising for a someone like him to say, 'I find it virtually impossible to write about aliens.' and 'in terms of creating an alien culture, I find it an empty exercise.' Writing on a truth (influences of classical antiquity again speckling Grimwade’s writing) Lanzarote is more contemporarily a Spanish island. But if one wanted to draw inspiration for culturally developing the people on Sarn from an older indigenous population, there are the mysterious Guanches related to the Imazighen more than the Bedouin. Since colonisation also comes up in the story interesting for the anti-colonial implications. Or ideas of the barbarous for that matter. Though the costume designer John Peacock apparently did look to ethnically complex North Africa. The aesthetics can unfortunately combine into a reading of Arab. Further the conception of the Sarns is another plot point that varies from screen to novel. One that could pose discussion on how self, and culture are formed and defined.

But back to the eros for a moment, on screen it’s visually clear the new companion character of Peri is supposed to, well, sex up things a bit. Peri (full first name Perpugilliam) Brown was outlined as an 18-year-old college student majoring in botany and, American. (Though portrayed by Nicola Bryant an English actress new on the scene with dual nationality due to marriage.) Grimwade also expressed ‘Writing for the Americans wasn’t easy either—you kind of resort to cliché ’.

Too Peri’s 40-year-old stepfather (though first imagined as older until Dallas Adams was cast) apparently the stuff of nightmares. A few lines of Peri’s would lead to speculation of an abusive childhood. (The exact nature of the abuse theorized as sexual goes back at least to the later 1980s. But not until closer to two decades later would a couple authors eventually expound on this in print form.) For its part the text of the novel version of Planet of Fire reads on the recurring nightmare how Peri was a little girl ‘sent to bed in disgrace’ pleading for Howard to not ‘put out the light’. Also later characterizing Howard’s persona with a ‘vein of ruthlessness’ through Peri’s strong emotions transferring on the automaton Kamelion who at points takes on the Howard disguise. In any event, retrospectively Peri’s character was unfortunately quickly overshadowed by the direction of the programme.

Nor did it go unnoticed for Planet of Fire that Turlough’s too dressing lighter for the climate and shedding some clothes. But to be serious the story is in large part finally Vislor Turlough’s backstory and send off. So Grimwade was a fitting, if in the end ironic, choice having been tasked to introduce the character back in 1983’s Mawdryn Undead. Carried off too with greater effect than the short lived Kamelion, meeting its demise in Planet of Fire, a real robot which had become more of a technical complication than an interesting companion. Plus, Turlough is the latter. Or cut from a different cloth at least. In Mawdryn Undead an alien mysteriously trapped in an English boys’ school on Earth. (The college used actually one Grimwade attended himself.) So desperate to escape (even not much caring if it was by death) clad in a similarly somber uniform coming under the cruel influence of another enemy of the Doctor, the Black Guardian, who tasks him to kill the Doctor. Through ten stories Turlough’s faults, though failing in murder cannot be counted as one, and his eventual progression to friendship with the Doctor brought something. Thanks to his actor Mark Strickson too. Even if companions were restrained and crowded out by other priorities as happened, the question of just what was going on with Turlough was a question. Flipping around more than the Doctor’s question mark suspenders changing direction in shots. While Turlough’s more the imperialistic brat in the novel, at points even using derogatory language, at the same time there are some really affecting moments involving him in Planet of Fire I wish were also on screen.

Speaking of reveals, it’s an intriguing choice the novel cover features an illustration by Andrew Skilleter of the Master (Anthoy Ainley) with Kamelion, two faces in a composition reminiscent of the Roman god Janus. Planet of Fire does offer the Master as a twofold villain. Ever demanding obedience, and largely enjoying every second of wielding influence at points booming ‘like a hell-fire preacher’. Bringing added turmoil as the Sarn Elders first believe he’s sent from their Fire Lord.

Contrasted by the Doctor once again attempting to allay superstition and avoid loss of life both in violence and cataclysm. A conversation between the Doctor and the Unbeliever Amyand (James Bate) on the mountainside about the Sarns, again because their origins vary between versions, goes much differently. Then if one tries to sum up Peter Davison’s Doctor in one word (though that wouldn’t do him justice) it’s probably akin to ‘nice’. So, the Doctor’s actions near the end of the story are memorable. The novel offers more insight into the Doctor’s dissonant emotions before ashen he resumes the reassuring ‘I’m… okay.’ Another much interpreted last line by the Master ‘Won’t you show mercy to your own…’ is replaced. As well the show’s poignant final scene with the, preoccupied with burning oblations, Chief Elder Timanov (Peter Wyngarde) and his faith the biggest divergence.   

Then zealotry is too an important theme. As Grimwade put it ‘interested in the extremities people go to with their feelings about religion and ideology.’ The novel peppers the text with references to Greek myth, Israelites, Christianity, Islam and even an in-universe nod to the Sisterhood of Karn. But apparently a subject too hot to handle by direction from the show’s script editor, Eric Saward, the religious situation on Sarn ‘couldn’t be too strong an issue.’  At a time when audiences could easily look around them for parallels (even today), a decision that was wise or a loss? As Grimwade reflected ‘there’s a lot of very deep experience that the programme has touched on in an oblique way.’

In the end it must be more than coincidence that my favourite stories of the Fifth Doctor’s era were either directed or written by Grimwade. And if directing and writing were two different skills, they were at least linked in Grimwade’s mind as he described in writing ‘you’re directing the ideal’. Too novels gave an opportunity where ‘a lot of shortcomings can be rubbed out’. Particularly the novelizations of those serials Grimwade wrote, he once claimed were ‘the best thing about his creative involvement with the world of Doctor Who.’  Sadly, Peter Grimwade would pass away in 1990. But liking to be remembered for his stories, I remember Planet of Fire and him still today.

#scifi #doctor who #planet of fire #peter grimwade #tv novelisation #long post #bookopoly #free choice read #cw: colonisation death and of parent fire incarceration religious frictions racial slur mention civil war allusions to child (sexual) abuse

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Can I pls get headcanons of malleus, lillia, leona, azul, and neige with a crush on a reader who's a teachers assistant at a preschool?

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Somehow, you and Malleus keep bumping into each other while you’re taking the kids out on walks. Just as he fears, his imposing aura makes the children shy away in fear--and you have to put your arms out to block the kids from him, just as a safety precaution.

He tries to make peace with you and the preschoolers by crouching down to meet the kids at eye level and offering a mysterious smile and a daisy conjured from thin air. Seeing the magic gets the kids excited, and they start swarming him and asking to see more.

Pretty soon, Malleus has been converted into a human-shaped jungle gym, with preschoolers hanging off his limbs. The kids attached to his arms squeal and try reaching for his horns, too! You panic and try to pry the children off while apologizing profusely. Malleus merely chuckles and reassures you that he does not mind the company.

The two of you end up parking on a nearby bench and spending the afternoon watching the kids race around, playing tag and other funny games. Without realizing it, Malleus’s hand slowly finds his way to clasp yours--and when you glance up in surprise, he looks away with a shy blush.

Another daisy appears in his hands, and he tucks this one behind your ear. It’s a quiet symbol of his innocent love--he just hopes his message reaches you.

Lilia drops by midday at the preschool to play with the children--and always in a weird way, like from the ceiling or through a window! He has a grand old time chasing the kids around and tickling them.

He tells you all about his own kids (”They’ve all grown up into such splendid young men,” Lilia gushes proudly), which confuses you because he looks so young--and Lilia has to clarify that he is seen as the “father figure” of his friend group.

He helps herd the kids into single file lines to wash their hands and sit down for snack time. Lilia may not be the best at cooking, but he can help you assemble simple snacks, like yogurt between two graham crackers, or sliced fruit. If a kid’s having trouble eating, Lilia can hold a spoon out for them and declare “here comes the broooom!”, or pretend to chow down on their yummy share of food, to get them to open up.

He’s very eager to join the preschoolers when they play pretend restaurant! Lilia pantomimes cooking (even adding little sound effects, like the hissing of a fryer) when it’s his turn to be the chef, and makes enthusiastic chomping and lip smacking when it’s his turn to be the customer!

While he’s pretending to chop up a plastic carrot (with an equally as plastic) knife, Lilia throws you a wink and offers to make “something special” for you. He uses that as a segue to invite you to dinner with his family (my, how smooth of him)~

Leona avoids your workplace like the plague. Well... sort of. He lingers by the preschool’s front gates, leaning his back against them with his arms folded, waiting for you to be let off your shift so he can talk to you. (Leona glares at the parents passing by to pick up their little snot goblins.)

The one time he actually tried entering the building, he was immediately accosted by kids trying to grab his ears and tail. It was a nightmare--and since then, no matter how much he might have liked you, he swore to only attempt talking to you outside of your regular work hours and location.

Poor Leona really struggles to make conversation--not because he’s nervous or anything, but because he dislikes children and has to hold himself back from making a comment about how annoying he finds them to be. You can talk about your kids for hours on end, but all Leona can muster as a response are awkward head nods and grunts.

He eventually manages to find his footing by settling on telling tales about his furball of a nephew, Cheka. Leona won’t say it out loud, but he loves seeing how your eyes light up at his stories--and he finds himself daydreaming about how he’d feel if they were directed at him.

He accidentally lets it slip that there may be someone he fancies to Cheka, which, of course, sends him into a giggling fit. Cheka sings songs about “Ojitan and the Teacher’s Helper”, makes crayon drawings of them holding hands under a rainbow, and basically serves as Leona’s biggest cheerleader!

You’re a regular at the Mostro Lounge, and Azul comes to learn of your occupation through chatting with you. He finds himself drifting over to your table time and time again, with short greetings quickly turning into prolonged discussions.

While Azul doesn’t look after children of his own, he jokes that dealing with the twins is like handling two overgrown kids anyway. He often trades you stories of the twins’ shenanigans in exchange for stories of your preschoolers’ shenanigans.

He’ll demonstrate how generous he is by occasionally making donations to your preschool. The kids are always excited when the beloved A. Ashengrotto sends them new toys, art supplies, and picture books. Recently, the plastic cash register, play money set, and giant octopus plushie Azul donated have been popular during play time.

When you have the free time, Azul allows you into the kitchen to show you how innovative, helpful, and health-conscious he can be. There, he rolls up his sleeves and shows you an array of healthy, kid-friendly snacks you can serve up. Fruit salads in the shape of funny faces, veggie puree sauces, mini pizza bagels with broccoli and mushrooms on top...

Those brothers Azul mentioned (Floyd and Jade?) usually lurk not too far behind, whispering to each other and snickering (you swear you overheard them mutter “simp” under their breaths). You ask Azul what that’s all about, but he usually rolls his eyes and tells you to ignore the hooligans--just focus on him.

He confides his crush in the Seven Dwarves, who immediately all rush to help him! Because of all their conflicting personalities, the advice they give is also very conflicting, and it ends up not helping Neige much at all... Still, he’s grateful for their support!

Neige eagerly volunteers to do charity performances for the kids you help look after! It’s a nice break from the more corporate gigs with contracts and large venues--plus, it’s an excuse to see you!

He stays after the performance to play with the kids! Since Neige is also an actor, he helps the children put on a little stage play. He puts on a paper crown that some preschoolers made for him and ties a blanket around his neck to resemble a cape. Acting like a prince, he takes your hand and guides you to a seat to watch their show!

Neige dances and sings with the kids on the “stage” (aka the show-and-tell rug). The story of their play makes little to no sense, but the children are having a lot of fun, and so are you!

When the play comes to an end, Neige surprises you by dropping to one knee and taking both of your hands. With a light dusting of a blush upon his cheeks, he dons a solemn smile and asks you to be his. “... Hehe. Did that make your heart skip a beat?”

#twst #twst x reader #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Azul Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #curiouser and curiouser #Reader #self insert #Neige Leblanche #Lilia Vanrouge #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #Neige Leblanche x Reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #disney twisted wonderland

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ↟ 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

↠  summary: After receiving a few letters from your previous accomplice, your withstanding in Techno's home is questioned.

↠ fantasy au, slow-burn romance

↠  pairing: c!Techno x fm!reader

↠  tw: angst, mentions of blood, slight manipulation, fighting, language, knives, language, a lil fluff

↠  wc: ~2700

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this post contains an image of a letter. if you find it difficult to read, here is the transcript.

The wind howled against the cabin, snow beating against the shutters to make the structure trembled as if it was battling the cold like you were. The heavy blanket around your shoulders served as an anchor from your intruding thoughts as you attempted to self-soothe. The fire blazing in front of you was your only consoling friend as you debated whether or not Techno would make it back during the storm.

In your gross self-pity, you wondered if he even would want to come back. You had been living like a parasite in his domain for weeks, relying on him as your wounds slowly mended. How many times had he stayed up to cool your fevers, or told you to sit down when you had been on your ankle for too long? When would it be too much for him? When would he want you gone?

You had never had another person before. Sure, Dream was your friend and partner, but the two of you lived independently of each other. Techno had gained your respect and trust within a short amount of time and you hated to admit that you liked having him around.

But was it the same for him?

You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging the fabric tighter around you as you dug your nose into its velvety coloring. It smelled like Techno, a mix of pine and sage. It quelled your neediness for his presence. You debated whether or not your worry was because of your obsession with his impression of you, or the fact that he was the first person that had let you rely on them.

The blizzard grew stronger with each passing second, and you were a hairline fracture away from throwing on a jacket and searching the snowbanks for him. Your mind darted to if packing your belongings and getting out of his hair would be the option. Clearing out before he had to tell you to leave seemed almost like the better idea; the possibility of gaining back your independence secretly made you melancholy.

With that, the image of Dream came to you. In the summers when the two of you were hunkered down against a rotting log looking for one of the King’s enemies, you could practically smell the sunlight on his skin. His freckles would darken, and his blond hair would shine as if it were a ray in and of itself. If you let yourself, you could feel his green eyes on you, watching as you would dip your knife in a tranquilizing agent if your target were to be delivered alive. He would always wander into your root cellar, running his fingers along the hanging rosemary and strands of lavender.

He would always pitch the idea of poisoning the King and running away to grow mushrooms in the forest together. For most of your time as accomplices, it seemed like the perfect life but as his brain became infatuated with the poison of power and majesty, it seemed a distant fantasy only to be left for the wind.

The door opened abruptly, Techno stomping out his boots as he kicked the entranceway shut. He shook the snow from his clothing, and you pushed yourself to stand. He grabbed one of the candles, using it to light a few of the others beside the door and blowing into his cold hands for more warmth.

You approached him, leaning on the doorframe as he pulled off his cloak. “You made it back,” you chirped, hoping to mask the utter relief washing through your body. His ruby eyes flashed to you, a softness in them that warmed your heart.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, reaching one of his hands out to you to angle the cut on your face towards him. He inspected that cut at least three times a day and if you would let yourself indulge on the thought, it might have just been an excuse to touch you.

His fingers were cold against your jaw, but you had to restrain your urge to lean into his gentle touch as his eyes grazed over the cut. “Better,” you answered with a light sigh. He looked as if he were holding back something from you, something that was plaguing his conscience.

He pulled away from you reluctantly, digging into the bag he had tossed on the table. His knuckles were red from the cold, the stack of letters in his hands appearing almost pure white. There were specks of blood sprinkled on the edge of the stack. “We found another mercenary searching for you,” he let out a soft chuckle. “I know what to look for now,” he mumbled; a small ode to you. The pair of you stared at the envelopes in his hand. “These are for you,” he added, holding them out for you. There was a seal on the last one, the design mimicking the symbol on your shoulder as it wrapped around the letter ‘D.’

You swallowed, hesitantly taking them from him. He watched you carefully as you examined them, your hands shaking from the anticipation of what was in them and why there were so many. “Did you read them?” You asked; the pads over your finger tracing over the broken seal of the top one.

He shook his head. “Only enough to find out they were for you,” he assured. You trusted that fact. “I’ll leave you alone with them. I need to clean up anyway,” he illustrated, eyes scanning you as you stared down at them. He seemed to have a hesitancy to him as if he were reluctantly giving them to you, wanting to know what it meant for your future.

You nodded slowly, unable to find more words as you threaded the dark green ribbon binding them together through your fingers. Your stomach churned, knotting together as if you were awaiting punishment.

As you sank into one of the chairs, Techno left your side wearily, looking over his shoulder at you before closing the door behind him. You opened the letter he had already seen after counting at least eight letters in the stack. Your mind got fuzzy after eight. The seal was dusted with soft gold. You had always found random flowers to give the appearance of wealth and prestige to your letters when you were sending them back and forth to each other. You figured that it was real gold this time since the color didn’t stain your skin while you brushed over it.

Your heart hammered in your ears, thumb drawing against the blood that had seeped through as you read his words, his voice whispering in your ear with each curl of his handwriting.

The next letter sounded similar, detailing what had become of some of your old teams and idols. He had removed the mad King’s advisors, flushing them with his own. Each word you read weighed heavy on your heart until you figured you couldn’t take any more of the venom in his ink. The sickening nature of him begging for your return made your nerves flip. He was an old friend of yours, brought up through the orphanages as your twin practically, but that didn’t mean you trusted the man that he had grown into being. The boy you had once known was now in shreds, held together by the façade he was hiding behind.

You stood, throwing the letters into the fire and standing back, breathing rigid into your chest. Your ankle began to ache, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to look away. With Dream’s threats, you knew you had to leave.

“He calls you ‘hemlock,’” Techno mumbled, his voice coming out in a questioning tone, hesitant of overstepping the unspoken boundaries the two of you had set for each other. He played with his fingers, back pressed against the wall behind him as he avoided stepping into your space. He gave you an emotionless look as if refusing to show his true feelings on the situation. You weren’t sure what he thought of you after diving into that letter. “Almost like you’re some kind of…” he paused, chewing on his lip as his eyes fell to the hardwood floor and then back to your gaze. “Malice,” he finished.

Your mouth grew dry, feeling small and vulnerable in front of him. You inhale deeply, attempting to steady your nerves. “It’s always been some kind of joke for him,” you responded. You weren’t sure if you were defending Dream or fishing for Techno’s assurance.

He nodded. “It’s not very funny, is it?” You shook your head quickly, suddenly finding it difficult not to cry. It had been too long of a day for you. Techno watched you, surveying eyes waiting for you to ground yourself.

He took a few steps, sitting down and motioning you toward him. You silently took a seat at his feet, eyes trained on the fire in front of you as his scent surrounded you. You crossed your legs, taking a deep breath once again. His hands moved into your hair, softly running his fingers along the crown of your head as he separated your short locks. His touch was gentle and calming, brushing against your ear as he braided.

You closed your eyes, letting him relax you and bring you back from your frizzled edges. He was quiet while he worked, your mind silencing to only focus on his fingers. You could swear that you had never felt more at ease than you did then. “Thank you,” you whispered, voice barely audible, worry that if you spoke louder he would hear the extent of your distress.

His hands moved to your shoulders, finished with his words as his fingers rolled against the knots forming. You settled your cheek against his hand. “I’m not going to ask for an explanation,” he began, his thumb pressing between your shoulder blades in a sensitive spot. You focused back on the flames, eyelids feeling heavy. “But I need to know if you’re okay.”

You mulled over his words as he loosened the tension weighing on your mind. “I’m okay.”

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The next morning, you were setting your plates on the counter, listening to Techno chop wood outside. The front door clicked open in a rush, a man stepping inside and throwing off his hood. His brown eyes bore into you with a wave of lingering anger you recognized in the eyes of someone when you had been on the other end of their blade. He was increasingly tall, like Techno, but his features were more child-like and innocent, apart from his eyes.

He went after you, lunging for your body as you swiveled out of his path, grabbing onto the knife beside you. Your fingers gripped onto the back of his collar, pinning him to the table with a loud thud. The blade was resting against his throat as the two of you panted, him from being caught off guard and you from being dormant for so long.

He gritted his teeth as you pressed the blade tighter to his neck. “Who are you?” You bit. His Adam’s apple bobbled against the metal as he swallowed, catching his breath.

“I see you two have met,” Techno called, a tired look in his eyes as he spotted the man beneath you.

The brunet chuckled, the sound coming out more like a frustrating example of fear than a true laugh. “I like your new guard dog, Tech,” he mumbled, spitting at you. You pursed your lips, striking the blade against his cheek to draw a bit of blood and making him wince.

Techno rested his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms. The man’s hand reached to brush the collar of your shirt to the side, his eyes focusing on the branded symbol on your shoulder. His breath was warm against your chest as his expression changed. You continued to glare at him. “It really is her, isn’t it?” He muttered, betrayal evident in his tone. You searched his face as his eyes met yours.

“This is Wilbur,” Techno stated, moving towards the two of you. You pulled away from him, letting him up as Techno stood beside you. Wilbur’s hand reached up to brush away the line of blood trickling from his fresh wound.

Wilbur straightened up, digging into his pocket to pull out a wadded-up piece of paper. He unfolded it slapping it on the table where he had just been laid out by you. Bold letters spelled out the terms of your arrest and the price on your head. There was a crude drawing of what you used to look like staring back at you as you took half a step behind Techno’s arm.

Wilbur stiffened and it hit you. He wasn’t actually after you rather than worried for Techno’s safety. Concern was painted across his face at just how close the two of you were standing as he gestured to the Wanted poster. “I’m not sure what she’s told you, but I know I’m right,” he pleaded. It struck you that the two had previously discussed trading you into the authorities. You weren’t surprised, mainly because before you knew Techno, you would have done the same. “Think of the money. You could actually retire. Give up babysitting-“

Techno cut him off. “No,” he answered flatly, shocking you. “We’ve already talked about this.” You stepped back, leaning against the counter to relieve the weight on your ankle. Techno peered over his shoulder briefly, as if feeling you step away from him.

Wilbur shook his head in disbelief. “They’re going to continue to look for her. It’s not safe.”

Techno shrugged, indifferent towards the look Wilbur was giving him. It made you sick to think of the divide you were causing. “We’ll get her name changed then.”

You raised your eyebrows as Techno chuckled, moving to finish your job as Wilbur looked between the two of you. “Yeah, and how are you going to accomplish that?”

Without a beat, Techno replied, “I guess I’ll marry her.”

Your breath hitched, facing flushing a deep red, but before you could reply, someone else barged in; a blond panting slightly as he doubled over to catch his breath. The two men looked upon the boy, waiting for him to stop wheezing. “Tommy, go home. It’s not safe here,” Wilbur commented. His gaze shifted to you. “Techno’s harboring a murderer.”

So, this was Techno’s famous Tommy; a boy barely older than sixteen and tall enough that he could knock your head off your shoulders with a flex of his elbow.

“Wilbur, we can’t give her up. Who knows what will happen,” he groaned, standing up and putting his arms above his head. You wondered just how far he had run to get to Techno’s. “You weren’t there when we found her.” He looked to the side, giving you a half-wave as he attempted to steady his breathing. If they weren’t discussing such intricate matters, you would have giggled at him.

Instead, you cleared your throat. “I’m leaving soon anyway. There’s no need-“

Techno interrupted you. “No. No one’s going anywhere, okay?” He sighed. “Obviously, we can handle ourselves. If not, at least let her get back on her feet before you excommunicate her from my house, Wilbur,” he adjudicated, his tone quipping as if to suggest that Wilbur’s opinion on the matter wasn’t holding water. “Tommy’s right anyway. You don’t know what it was like.”

Wilbur chewed the inside of his cheek, glaring at you. You felt hot and uncomfortable under his gaze as if he were hexing you secretly. He sighed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm as he brushed past you, knocking into your sore side. “One wrong move and I’ll kill you,” he stated. You could tell he wasn’t normally such an antagonist, and you respected his devotion to Techno.

You nodded. “I’ll let you.”

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[amazinglyegg]

Random headcanons for Paladin Danse because I love him (based on these prompts by @/silentshayshores-2 !)

How do they feel about people shorter / taller than them?

Danse is used to being taller than basically anyone else due to being in power armour 24/7. He's also just very tall (I used to hc him as short but it seems like the general fandom consensus is Tall Danse) so he doesn't mind people shorter than him. Taller than him, however? Catch his fight-or-flight reflex kick in the second he realizes that. He has been trianed to fight people / creatures taller than him, so he's not scared or amything, but it's rare anything other than a supermutant or a deathclaw is taller than him. He'll warm up eventually.

Their sexuality?

Canonically he's multisexual and I agree with that. Demisexual bisexual with no real preference

Preferred weather?

Very sunny days, little to no clouds in the sky. He likes being able to see clearly and the heat never bothered him too much, especially not in compared to rain or snow.

What's their sleeping schedule?

In theory, 11pm to 5am. In reality? Probably more like 2am to 5am, the rest of the hours spent tinkering, reading, or just laying there in the dark staring at the ceiling. Out in the field he takes turns with whoever he's travelling with. Has fallen asleep in his power armour in the past. Scribe Haylen and knight Rhys have a silent agreement not to wake him up when he does

How's their cooking?

He knows cooking well on a survival level. Purifying water, scavenging, making sure food is safe to eat. He can make meals out of basically anything found in the wasteland, from mushrooms to bloatfly to questionable canned meat. He learned this even before he was taught in the Brotherhood, it was the only way he survived on his own for so long before moving to Rivet City. Cooking for taste? Not so much. He IS a fast learner, but he'll always put safety and preserving rations over taste factor, even when you have enough food to spare

What's their sleeping position?

When he's in a sleeping bag or sleeping around others: on his side, legs partially drawn and arm resting under his head/pillow. When he's alone he will fall asleep on his stomach, starfish spread out, probably drooling. Doesn't let anyone see him sleep like that, though.

Who do they go for comfort?

Cutler used to be his number one, and the person he confided most in. Since then, while he definitely has some friends, he's not close enough with anyone to talk to them. Even if he was, he feels as if he needs to be perfect in front of everyone to be seen as a good leader, meaning he'll rarely if ever open up. He's talked to Haylen a few times, but always apologizes after.

Something small that they enjoy?

Standing at the edge of the Prydwen, watching the sun rise. He always wakes up in time for it, and it reminds him of how far he's come, and how lucky he is to be in the Brotherhood

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

He's built high walls and is very closed off in general, making most close interactions with others somewhat awkward. Even things such as pats on the back or bumping into others on the hallways stopped being common since he was ranked to Paladin. Did I mention that he's been a Paladin for ten years? Danse is too touch-starved to know what to do, and ends up silently pushing others away with his awkwardness around the whole thing. He refuses to let himself lean into most gentle touches out of fear of letting his guard down and being seen as weak (see: who do they go for comfort) but if you manage to break down those walls and give him a real, warm hug? Expect him to burst into tears immediately

What is enough to bring them to tears?

See: above. Also, the crushing guilt of feeling as though he failed his team. He'd never dare cry in front of others but in the rare times he's sure he's alone and won't be disturbed he'll let it out, blaming himself and probably getting drunk. Other than that, he has a soft spot for orphans and got teary-eyed reuniting Billy with his parents during the Kid in a Fridge quest

Biggest pet peeve?

Rude people, especially people who talk over him during a conversation. He expects to be listened to when giving orders, so somebody shutting him up by talking over him or blatantly ignoring him in a conversation is a big sign of disrespect.

How well do they take care of themselves?

He never got the chance to have good hygiene until he got to the Brotherhood, meaning while he's completely fine with getting dirty / being unable to get clean / etc., he deeply appreciates personal hygiene when available. Showering, brushing, flossing, sometimes even moisturizing and going all-out. When it comes to mental health or self-care? Not so much. He has a habit of putting other peoples needs above his own, and especially after blind betrayal he becomes a little bit too self-destructive for his own good. He'll easily exhaust himself attempting to prove his own worth via working for hours on end, ignoring sleep, food, and even water until someone steps in and stops him

What's something they like that may be surprising to others?

He really likes children! The easygoing ones are always nice to be around and the closed off / mean ones are a challenge to win their trust. He has a soft spot for most children (especially squires) and is often caught showing them his armour / weapons, or even giving them piggy back rides when he thinks nobody is looking (we all see you, Danse)

Do they consider others family?

The closest thing he's ever had to a family is the Brotherhood, but that's mainly formality rather than actual family. He's been through so much with Recon Team Gladius that he might as well consider them family, but deep down he truly doesn't know what family means. He has nothing to base it off of, and thus he really doesn't consider anyone family.

Any bad habits that they have?

He smokes, but only rarely, and never as a social act. It keeps his hands busy and his mind quiet when he starts to overthink. He also has a habit of giving people the silent treatment when he's mad at them. He'll still do any work he has to do with them, but his conversations will be even more formal (and awkward) than before, and at any slight mention of their arguement he will find an excuse to leave. Give him enough time and he'll muster up the courage to apologize, but it's tiring to wait until then

What's their idea of a perfect vacation?

Danse generally doesn't like regular vacations, since he doesn't like being away from work for that long. Taking the Saturday off to go fishing or something is probably the closest he'll get to a proper vacation, and the most enjoyable for him

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

Danse's sense of direction is... alright. Not notably bad, but not amazing. He is good at not acting like he's lost, however. He'll keep calm and collected the entire time and act like he totally meant to take that three day detour in the wrong direction, totally. He will ask civilians for directions when he gets lost, but judges their character harshly before deciding whether he trusts their word.

How well do they accept advice?

Danse doesn't like being criticized, especially by people he's not close to. He's big on standing by all his orders, so comments on his choices make him think the person commenting is questioning his leadership. When it comes to friends or close teammates, he ends up either taking criticism way too harshly, or doing what he does with most comments and ignores it. He'd much rather learn from his mistakes than be called out

How much do they swear?

He isn't particularly against swearing, but it depends on the circumstances. He'll swear often in general (usually terms like "(god)damnit" or "what the hell") but very rarely swears while directing at a person, either talking to them or about them. He'll only curse someone out if he's really angry. He's very lenient on letting others swear

Is there anything they're bad at?

Other than holding a casual conversation? He's fairly bad at anything that takes fine motor skills. He's tried picking up hobbies like drawing or knitting, but he doesn't like working on such a small scale. Also has absolutely horrible handwriting, mostly due to not learning how to read until he was at least a teenager, but that doesn't help his case

What's their morning schedule?

He has a good internal clock that wakes him up early every morning. If he's on the Prydwen he'll exercise, shower, brush his teeth, shave, whatever, and go eat breakfast. If he's on a mission he'll usually skip exercising and clean himself as best as he can and check over his supplies, power armour, and their plan for the day. He likes having the mornings to himself

Any past injuries?

He has plenty of injuries and scars across his entire body. Most notably his eyebrow scar was from a fight with raiders alongside Cutler, several months before they joined the Brotherhood. Cutler was the one who gave him stitches. He has a gunshot wound in his shoulder, deep scars on his thigh from a Yao Guai and permanently messed up knuckles from punching things (people, or inanimate objects). His injuries become fewer and farther between the more he uses his power armour, but that doesn't protect him from everything.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #headcanons #this was fun!! and also took me like 3 days #i refused to write this at any time except for one in the morning so its a mess #i just love danse okay #i need to get my thoughts on him out

[kiriska]

I reviewed the Denik sketchbook a while back. The tl;dr was that it has some of the best paper I’ve seen in a sketchbook since the Punctuate (RIP). I bought a bunch when they were on sale but then decided to go through the rest of my stash of Punctuate sketchbooks to tear off the bandaid of them being discontinued.

Pokemonathon was a challenge back in the Livejournal days to draw the all of the first 151 Pokemon in order. I completed this challenge in 2009. As has probably been obvious, I haven’t really felt like drawing much in the last couple of years, but drawing Pokemon has always been easy and fun, so I wanted to revisit Pokemonathon…but do gen 2. Bulbasaur here is just a warm-up, I guess!

Pokemonathon Gen 2 was actually being started by a few folks right around when people started abandoning LJ in droves. I never properly got started, though I did the starters and Vees in the same style as my gen 1 Pokemonathon for con merch.

A proper go at Pokemonathon Gen 2 is a perfect excuse to use one of the Denik sketchbooks in parallel with my current “everything” sketchbook. We’ll see how Pokemonathon goes this time, lol. I remember losing interest around Machamp last time, but Johto doesn’t really have any weak designs (g2 best gen don’t @ me).

If you’d like to try a Denik sketchbook (referral link) for yourself, you can use the code KIRISKA for 15% off, too. :>

It’s weird to promote products when I get an obvious kickback from purchases, but I reviewed and bought a ton of these before I had a referral to promote, so probably I genuinely like these. 🤔

Stickers on my sketchbook are by Kelly Latham (mushrooms), Forever Softcore (skunk), and others (pls, artists, put your name on stickers so I remember who you are; it's not obtrusive to have a name on the edge!!!!).

#pokemon #bulbasaur #denik sketchbook