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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : POISON :*+ﾟ

in which: kaiser is undeniably in love with you. tonight, he makes it known. you accept.

warnings: 1.4k words, making out, reader is injured, gn!reader, SPY!AU, 16+ content!! sexual tension lol

context: this was originally a snippet of my 5k celebration where i planned a spy!au for kaiser. however, that idea ended up being scrapped so now i just have this makeout scene that i wrote one night and i don't want it to go to waste. there's more to this scene than just the making out, but, reader gets hurt on a mission gone awry and kaiser kinda lost his shit and went feral on the enemy and that's where we are now ! enjoy whatever this is !

“don’t overdo yourself. no intense training for a week. remember to do your breathwork and stretches everyday, five times a day,” the monotone voice of the nurse fills your ears as you try your best to stumble through the hallways to remain in pace with her. “come back in three days for a checkup. recover quickly, agent.”

“thank you,” you grit, dawdling out of the hospital wing with your bed at the forefront of your mind. goodness, you just needed to lie down and think about how you’re going to train back into top shape again.

because despite only being out of commission for five days, your senses are already failing you, unable to detect the looming figure behind you. hands abruptly grab you by your arms, pressing tightly into you as you both stumble into the darkness of your now unlocked room.

you would fight back, but the assailant’s scent is nothing but familiar, and instead of fear, your heart begins to race in anticipation.

especially as kaiser smoothly spins you around in his grasp, forcing you to continue walking until you hit the edge of your bed, causing you to sit down. the door closes behind the two of you and the only light source were the lamps coming from outside your window, allowing you to see the outline of kaiser’s face.

“what’s your problem?” you ask, irritation brewing from how abrupt his entrance was. “seriously? do you know how reckless that was to just grab me and force me into a dark room? i’m recovering too, what if you pulled one of my stitches? jackass.”

he doesn’t reply. in fact, kaiser is uncharacteristically silent and you wonder if the man in front of you was kaiser at all.

it has to be, no other agent in this facility has blue hair like his, or such a recognisable tattoo, or an addictive aura like his.

“kaiser?” you say, this time breathy, quiet, and cautious. “is everything okay?”

the sigh that escapes him causes his whole body to shudder and you’re caught off guard when two hands come to hold your face, followed by the press of lips against your forehead. your breath lodges itself in your throat, unused to this kind of intimacy and closeness from kaiser.

he doesn’t speak but neither do you because you’ve never heard a more sadder, disappointed sigh from anyone�� ever, not from noel when you failed an assessment, not when you were unable to shoot the dummy in the heart, not even from yourself when you failed to clear a skill stage for the umpteenth time. so you’re willing to wait for kaiser to come around, for the silence to naturally melt itself away, for his closeness to stop overwhelming you, for your heart to stop racing as fast as it is.

his hands then move to begin playing with your hair.

“i hate that i can’t protect you,” he finally confesses; a breath of rushed words rather than an actual sentence that is easily decipherable.

“i don’t need it-”

“-i know; you don’t need help, especially from me, but fuck, i can’t help it.” you bite back the urge to say ‘i know’, suddenly remembering the crazed look in his eyes from that night. the memory sends shivers down your spine. “i can’t help but want to hide you from the world, to be beside you all the time where you’ll be safe- where i’d kill to keep you safe.”

his words are no louder than a breath. the weight of his words fall upon your shoulders with undeniable force, causing you to sink against him, surrendering to the pressure of his admission.

“kaiser-”

“-i know. i know you don’t need anyone’s protection, i fucking know. because you’re stupid and reckless but so brave and admirable in everything you do that i need to be selfish when it comes to you. if i’m not then you’ll go flying off to somewhere i can’t reach and my love-”

he pauses, faltering a little as he leans away from you, tilting your head carefully to make you look up at him. “-i can’t let that happen.”

something within you crumbles. with your own ears, you hear your ruination come alive with his words. “kaiser, we can’t be doing this. you know that. we’re bad for each other.”

“why can’t you be selfish with me too?”

stunned into silence, you can’t look him in the eye, fearful of what would become of you if you did. you’re already overflowing, the walls that you once made unbreakable finally beginning to reveal their first crack. kaiser is maddening; truly maddening.

“why can’t you be careful with me?” you ask, voice cracking against your will. “you say these things but you spin me around like a headless horse. one second you’re at my throat, ready to push me off a cliff then-”

“-my love.”

“don’t call me that!” you plead. “don’t call me that when you don’t mean it. i’d rather bleed from a stab wound than from love, don’t you know? i can’t keep fighting against you and your cruel games.”

you quiver at the feeling of him kissing the side of your face. the crack widens.

“you win. you’re the emperor, you’re the mastermind, whatever, i surrender.”

he breathes in, exhaling roughly too as he speaks against your skin: “you’re not understanding me. i’ll be anything you want me to be. tell me to leave and i will. i’ll never speak of this moment again and i’ll never speak of my love for you again, but accept my heart and it’ll be at your mercy.”

as if matching his promise, kaiser sinks to his knees between your legs so that you were now eye-level. his eyes gleam with heart wrenching genuinity, his expression serious like you’ve never seen him before. you’ve witnessed kaiser gone manic, gone crazed, gone rogue even, but you’ve never seen him like this.

he’s terrifying but deliciously tempting.

the first step is terrifying, your hands trembling when they go to cradle his jaw. he falters.

the second step is even more horrifying, as you lean closer to him, you try to unlearn the security protocols you’ve needed to put up to protect yourself.

the third is nothing but liberating because you’re now falling, so utterly helpless as you meet your demise, landing in kaiser’s embrace.

“you’re insane,” you mutter, stopping just briefly before his lips.

he keens, desire dripping off of him like honey as he wills himself to not close the gap. “so you’ve told me. countless times before, actually.”

“your insanity must be rubbing off on me,” you joke, “be my lover, kaiser. for the night or for eternity, i’ve picked my poison.”

“then i’ll so happily drink it for you.”

with that, you seal your lips against his and his touch shatters you from the inside, walls fully collapsing at his will when his hands go to hold your waist, grabbing your shirt as if anchoring himself into this reality.

“shit,” he breathes against your lips. “i can’t believe this isn’t a dream.”

“what if i was?”

“then never wake me up, my love,” he grumbles before standing up, never going too far from you as he slowly pushes you down. using your elbow to support you before you could fully give in and kaiser uses his arm to hold his weight as the other goes to your hip. “i’m yours, i’m all yours.”

he sighs heavily. “i can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you.”

this time, his kiss consumes you, intent on committing all of you to memory as his hands roam, too antsy to be able to remain in one place. your hands tangle in his hair, a subtle way of telling him to not go too far; not that he wants to. how could he when he has everything he’s wanted for the past decade in his hands?

rendered so helpless in your grasp, the only thing kaiser can think about is pleasing you.

pain shoots up your body, causing you to fall back onto your mattress, breaking away from kaiser who gazes at you with shining eyes.

“you-” you cough. “you have to be nice. i can’t breathe very easily. everything hurts.”

kaiser laughs, the sound reverberating through the darkness. “i can make an exception for you,” he promises, hands caressing against you like glass as he connects your lips with his again, intent on fully becoming yours.

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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Would it be alright to request what Halsin would think of a sorceress Tav? There's custom dialogue lines from him if Tav is a Druid, so I've always wondered what he'd say and think related to her class specifically.

The Druid’s Sorceress

Fem!Reader x Halsin

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A/N - Here’s a few bite sized sorceress blurbs :) <3

Word count - 2K

Warnings - Fluff, lots of game spoilers, slight rewriting of plot points

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“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

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~Tiefling Party~

Halsin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for most of the evening. At first, he tried to convince himself that he was only drawn to you because of how you saved him. But Halsin knew, behind that thought, was a desperation to get to know you. To spend even a second more with your magnetic aura.

When you finally danced over to talk to Halsin, he could’ve sworn his heart jumped into his throat.

“Enjoying the party, Druid?” You asked, your words slightly tipsy from the various flavors of wine being passed around the party.

Halsin chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am indeed. Are you also enjoying the party…” Halsin paused, realizing he had no idea what the Hero of the Grove’s speciality lied in.

“Sorceress.” You offered, throwing Halsin a charming smile. “I’m a Sorceress.”

Halsin smiled back, happy he had just another piece of your personality known to him. “Like The Blade. Wyll, was it?”

You scoffed, swishing the wine in your chalice, “He’s a warlock. And between you and me, I’m much better.”

Halsin laughed warmly, nodding his head. “I know not who is better, but I know you yourself are quite impressive.”

“I’m not the only one.” You replied, appreciatively.

Halsin didn’t miss the way the sorceress’s cheeks flushed slightly. He bit back his words, afraid he would come on too strong. He hadn’t known you for long, and well… he couldn’t bring himself to allow the kind of distraction you had become. Not yet at least.

“So tell me about the Shadowlands.” You questioned, taking a step forward to hear the Druid over the music better.

Halsin only offered a thin smile, trying his best not to convey how those words twisted in his chest. “You needn’t worry about those things until morning. Go. Enjoy your party, hero.”

Halsin was thankful that you took his advice, leaving with a genuine smile. He would’ve talked to you all evening if circumstances were different. Would’ve invited you to sit with him under the stars, somewhere more quiet.

He couldn’t though. Not while the knowledge of how nature rotted on the journey’s path. Something he should’ve tried to fix much much earlier.

No, getting to know the Sorceress would have to wait.

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~Dancing Lights~

The camp was quieter than usual that night. The fight with Oliver was difficult, the fights along the way making the end battle even more so. Once you all finally made it back to camp, most went to their tent to lick their wounds.

You, however, trudged your way towards Halsin’s tent.

Halsin was whittling away quietly, hoping the movements would lessen his stress. Thaniel lay further in the tent, still completely unconscious. It was almost as if Thaniel was in a deep peaceful sleep, resting upon Halsin’s bedroll. He wanted to go with you to find Thaniel’s other half, but he couldn’t tear himself from the boy.

Halsin startled when you cleared your throat, too entrenched in his thoughts to hear your approach.

He dropped his whittling looking up to you hopefully. “Did you find it? Will Thaniel be whole?”

You sighed and plopped down next to him, picking up his unfinished wooden duck. You rubbed the shavings off idly, your voice weary when you spoke, “Yes, I found him.” Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Oliver said he’d come back to Thaniel. I’m never playing hide and seek again.”

“Oliver?” Halsin started.

Before he could continue, there was a stir in the corner of Halsin’s tent. Halsin’s hand shot over to grip yours as he stared at the bundle, his eyes wide.

Your own eyes widened as you saw a small boy sit up off of the furs, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Thaniel's other half, whom you had only heard stories of before, now sat before you both. His small horns sat delicately on his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Halsin's grip on your hand tightened, a mix of awe and disbelief etched across his face. "Is this... Is this truly him?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Halsin nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes. This is Thaniel wholly put together, In the flesh."

The young horned boy blinked up at both of you and tilted his head curiously. "Who are you?" he asked towards you, his voice melodic and excited as he pointed.

You giggled softly, giving the boy a shy smile. “I’m a friend of Halsin’s. I helped him save you.”

“She’s a sorceress. Quite a good one.” Halsin added proudly.

Your cheeks heated slightly, not sure how to take the compliment.

Thaniel narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “A sorceress, hmm? Cast something then!”

You couldn’t help but laugh again at the childish pout the boy gave you. Who could say no to that face? You took a breath and whispered the incantation, circling your finger in the air to cast ‘Dancing lights’.

Beautiful blue orbs blipped into existence, shining gentle light over everything below it.

Thaniel's eyes widened in wonder as he watched the dancing lights float around the tent. His excitement was infectious, and soon both you and Halsin found yourselves smiling at the sight.

But as the lights swirled and twirled, something peculiar happened. They began to take on different shapes—a miniature dragon, a cascading waterfall, a blooming flower. The lights had a life of their own, responding to Thaniel's imagination and bringing his fantasies to life.

Thaniel clapped his hands in delight, his laughter filling the tent. "This is incredible! Can we make them do more?"

You nodded slightly, in awe of how the boy could manipulate someone else’s spell so easily.

“He acts as if he’s never seen magic before. Even though he can use it in such an incredible way.” You murmured, turning to Halsin.

Halsin’s chest filled with warmth when your eyes met his, “Maybe he hasn’t seen magic from one so beautiful.”

Your cheeks blushed brilliant red, your eyes unable to break away from the man.

Thaniel‘s voice cut through, making the two of you look towards him and realize the dancing light’s had completely disappeared.

“Miss Halsin’s-pretty-sorceress?” He asked, tinged with sarcasm, “Can you bring the lights back?

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~Owlbear Cub~

Scratch and Owlbear cub played loudly, running through the center of the camp. You watched on, the display a nice distraction from the long day.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the camp, you couldn't help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest. The playful antics of Scratch and the Owlbear cub had brought a much-needed respite to the weariness that had settled upon your companions.

With a contented smile, you leaned back against the rough trunk of an ancient oak tree, observing the camaraderie forming between Scratch, a stray pup you had taken under your wing, and the Owlbear cub, a gentle baby with fluffy feathers and curious eyes. Their chase carried them further into the camp, weaving through tents and scattering supplies in their wake.

Laughter echoed through the air as your weary companions watched on, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Even Astarion with his unyielding glare, couldn't suppress a chuckle at the sight of the unlikely pair's boundless energy.

As dusk began to deepen, Halsin bumbled over to sit next to you. He carried his whittling tools, starting his next project as soon as he was on the ground. The two of you had grown much closer in the past days, now comfortable enough with each other to sit together in silence. It was nice, being able to unwind after the stressful days. You didn’t feel the need to make endless conversation, content to just appreciate each others presence.

Scratch and the cub quieted in the distance for a split second before the little Owlbear squeaked in pain. Your head shot up, concern rising in you as you looked towards them.

The Owlbear rounded the corner, limping to you with a whimper. Scratch followed close behind, barking as if he was trying to get everyone’s attention.

Halsin stood up, “Give me just a moment to see to Scratch and I’ll see to the cub.”

You watched as the cub slinked over, crawling up into your lap as it let out pitiful chitters.

You gathered the creature into your arms as much as you could, cooing over the poor thing. You couldn’t see what had hurt it, only that it was favoring its back paw.

You gently examined the Owlbear cub's injured paw, careful not to cause any further pain. It seemed like a sprain, and you sighed with relief that it wasn't anything more serious. The little creature nestled closer to you, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Halsin returned with a concerned expression, crouching down beside you. "How is the cub?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"It's just a sprain, nothing too serious," you replied, giving the cub a gentle stroke. "I think some rest and healing magic should do the trick."

Halsin nodded, reaching out his hand to cast a spell. A small green glow started to radiate outwards before it fizzled.

“Oak Father Preserve me,” Halsin muttered. “It seems I’ve been rendered empty of mana.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “I’m not. I can do it.”

Halsin leaned in as you cast your healing spell, a warm glow shining against the cub’s feathers

As you channeled your magic into the sprained paw, a soothing warmth enveloped the Owlbear cub. Its beady eyes stared up at you with an almost grateful expression, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at being able to help your oversized baby.

The Owlbear crawled out of your arms, much more sure footed than before. It tentatively tested its weight on the healed paw, Scratch standing close by as if he felt protective of his oddly shaped little sibling. A delighted squeak emanated from the cub’s throat as it realized the pain was completely gone.

Halsin watched in awe, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You truly have a gift," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

You gave him a modest smile before turning your attention back to the cub, gently nuzzling its soft feathers. It nuzzled back against your cheek affectionately, expressing its gratitude in its own adorable way. It’s funny, how quickly this cub changed from wanting to eat you to wanting to be coddled constantly.

As you continued to sit there, Halsin leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against your own.

“You’re able to do so many different kinds of magic. You’re so powerful.” He murmured.

His hand reached over to stroke the owl bear softly before it rested on your own.

“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at Halsin's words, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. With a soft smile, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his. "And I am lucky to have met you too, Halsin," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

The setting sun cast an ethereal glow upon the two of you, enveloping you in a moment of quiet intimacy. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the beating of your hearts. It felt as if time had come to a standstill, allowing this connection between you and Halsin to flourish.

As you sat there, hand in hand, the camp around you bustled with activity once again. Companions prepared meals, shared stories, and tended to their duties. But in that small pocket of serenity beneath the ancient oak tree, it was just the two of you.

A Druid and his Sorceress.

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morelikeravenbore · 3 months

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In honour of my Aurélie's birthday (26th JANUARY) I commissioned this stunning portrait from ✨ @vienguin ✨ who is both insanely talented and incredibly sweet and did SUCH an amazing job at drawing my girl. Thank you again, I'll treasure this forever! 🥹

My darling Aura, my most favourite creation, how thankful I am that HL brought you to life and that you arrived in a time when I really needed you.

You are guarded but not hard; quiet but not cold; kind and gentle in the face of things that would've hardened many others. Thank you for connecting me to friends all over the world, for defining love and what it truly means, and for allowing me to heal little pieces of my own heart through you.

Our characters are born in our hearts and brought to life through our imaginations, but with enough love and nurturing, they grow beyond us and become as real and impactful as any living, breathing person. No matter where this life takes me, I know that Aurélie will always there - not just for me, but for all the beautiful souls who love her as I do.

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prettyrealm · 30 days

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how do the ive members see wonyoung?

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an yujin - she thinks wonyoung is extremely professional and a great idol, she admires that she will try in all aspects of the job (she’s always on “idol-mode”) but she thinks that wonyoung wants to be the it girl, is proud of it, and doesn’t plan on giving that spot up. wonyoung is on yujin’s mind all the time because of this, and I think the reason she sees so many good qualities in wonyoung is because she wants to be more like her. she definitely feels as if she lives in wonyoung’s shadow. she thinks wonyoung is highly attractive.

gaeul - she doesn’t really view wonyoung as a real person. she thinks she’s very distant and that she doesn’t really hang out with the ive members unless she has to (so maybe she’s the first to leave dance practices, or skips out on hanging out with members after work). she thinks wonyoung is really good at being on idol-mode as well. she sees it as not who she really is, not that she thinks she’s a snake or something either, rather it’s more like “no one could really be this way”,’ it’s like she feels she doesn’t and will never know the real wonyoung (as wonyoung doesn’t really open up even behind the scenes). a part of her is even curious to see if wonyoung will ever “break character” one day. she thinks wonyoung is very beautiful.

rei - she thinks wonyoung super attractive, she is actually attracted TO wonyoung (didn’t ask if she acted on it or plans to btw, this is just how she feels). she thinks wonyoung is elite at her job, very beautiful and able to pull everything off, it’s likely that she thinks wonyoung is the best idol in the group. she thinks wonyoung is the ultimate woman. she thinks wonyoung’s kindness is real, she thinks you wouldn’t be able to maintain that type of personality/aura for so long if it wasn’t genuine (she seems to also have the tendency of glossing over possible negative traits or behaviors to interpret them as more positive). she thinks she rarely has a bad day with wonyoung and she can even get butterflies when they’re together. she has a lot of trust in wonyoung and likes her to the point where if wonyoung was ever super mean to her (or betrayed her in some way) she would actually feel heartbroken. she often feels sorry for wonyoung and wishes she could make things easier for her, she sees wonyoung as someone who often has hard times.

liz - she thinks wonyoung is very professional - again, a really good idol. she sees her as a perfectionist and that she’s confident but not arrogant (humble enough that she’s always trying to improve herself and isn’t the type to think she knows everything). she thinks wonyoung’s constant striving for perfection has very harmful consequences though (physically and mentally). she thinks wonyoung is distant and on idol-mode 99.9% of the time so what she sees often isn’t the real wonyoung, but she assumes this is just her being professional rather than fake. she genuinely likes wonyoung and would love to be closer to her and hang out with her more because she thinks she could be a good friend to her, but wonyoung is too distant and simply won’t let that happen.

leeseo - she wants to be wonyoung, there’s a chance that she was even wonyoung’s fan before meeting her. she tries to copy everything wonyoung does, even with how wonyoung acts behind the scenes, she finds herself wanting to be like that (whether she can pull it off or not). this makes her jealous though, she finds herself jealous of how willing people are to help wonyoung because of how loved she is. she understands wonyoung is on “idol-mode” often and this makes her more jealous because she’s like, “yeah i want to be like this too, but I can’t believe everyone is so nice to you when you aren’t even being real!”. i think a part of her even hopes for wonyoung to “crack” and for people to realize she’s not perfect, but overall she basically sees wonyoung as the luckiest girl in the world. she does think wonyoung has a lot of pressure on her though.

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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COTTONTAIL

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon 💖🥺 thank you so much and hope u like it luv!

Synopsis: Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.

WC: 2.7k

Ginza Six, everyone's favorite mall—or so your old friends used to say for the heck of it whenever you guys passed the area after class just to seem relevant. Their snobbishness always irked you, but in a place where friendships were hard to come by, especially for hybrids, you never complained. Pretty little head too wrapped up in the thought that despite how mean they can be, they were still your friends. The building’s postmodern architecture gave off an aura of exclusivity that people will never miss, especially during the sunniest of days when the light hits the glass windows. The difference back then was you didn’t like how it was too lavish and expensive to shop there, the design reminding you of a sleek rubix cube. Finding the prices of the shops’ items to be ridiculous and quite hilarious at that time as a student. A bit envious of those who can afford it. You had no money to buy beautiful dresses that cost more than a month’s worth of groceries. Now? All you had to do was swipe on the trusty old credit card your beloved husband gifted you the first three months into the relationship two years ago. No more snobbish friends or bills to worry about. Time certainly flies fast, especially with Sano Manjiro as your lover.

To spoil his pretty baby was almost second to breathing for him. There’s nothing he can’t do.

Seemed like it was only yesterday when he freed you from a mountain of debts, whisking you away from those icky men who were illegally selling bunny hybrids in the underground city of Tokyo. It was a pity on their part when they decided to mess with the leader of Bonten in the matters of trade and scamming them, but certainly a win for you. Yet, marrying Sano Manjiro wasn’t part of your plans after being set free that involved a quiet life in the countryside after escaping such a stressful situation. Nor did you ever stop and think that maybe this was indeed fate working to reward you for going through tough times.

At the end of it all, you’re more than content with your husband and how he takes care of you.

Other than just a place to spend your free time whenever Manjiro was busy with Bonten, Ginza was the perfect place to just hang out. But unlike any other day, the number of people has significantly increased due to the new shop that opened days ago. Making a mental note not to go through the crowded areas, you almost skipped your way to the first store you wanted to check out. Perked up bunny ears slightly swaying as you went with the shopping bags on your arms that you’ve accumulated from thirty minutes spent going around. Sashaying your way into the Dior store, you politely smiled at the woman. Instantly recognizing you from the countless times you’ve visited, she was quick to assist you with a warm smile.

“Good day. What would it be today, Mrs. Sano?”

“I’ve seen pictures of a new set of leather collars that came in just this week.” Fishing out your phone from your purse, you then started to search for the screenshot you took before holding it up to the woman to see. Specifically pointing at the pink one that had a golden heart as a centerpiece. “Wanna surprise my husband since he likes these. I think it suits me, too. Don’tcha think so? Do you have it in stock?”

“Alright. Let me go and check, okay? In the meantime, feel free to sit down or have a look around.”

Left all by yourself again, you exhaled lightly and began to walk around the shop after setting down your shopping bags on one of the black cushioned seats. Eyes searching for something that might catch your attention as you waited for the sales associate to return. Eyeing a clutch, your gaze traveled from it to the streets outside where a mother and child were passing by. Huge cotton candy in the shape of a familiar cartoon character in the child’s hand, a smile on his face brighter than any of the ladies inside the same establishment as you. Contagious it was, as a smile of your own graced your features at them having a good time. Line of sight falling to the golden band on your ring finger, it slightly faltered then morphed into a pout.

Oh, Manjiro…

Quite dangerous it was for your husband to walk around in broad daylight and accompany you out. Not only were the police after his head, but numerous rivaling gangs wanted to jump on the leader of the most notorious criminal organization in Japan to make a name for themselves. Plus, he strongly implements that you and he should never be seen together in the public eye. And while there were times he brought you to restaurants, it was usually those who had connections with Bonten or you both went so close to midnight where regular citizens have gone home. Manjiro was always careful, calculating in every move in order to keep you safe. Trips to Ginza or other places wouldn’t be possible at all if he wasn’t. But as much as you were thankful, the forlorn feeling never stops seeping into your heart whenever you see couples out doing romantic stuff without care.

Would it be so selfish if you wished for the same thing even after being handed almost everything?

Whether it was the AC blowing directly on you or how the store was cold, you shivered and hugged yourself. Why the fuck is it so cold all of a sudden? You cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring one of your coats in case these things happen. Nevertheless, you quickly beamed at the sales associate now walking up to you with a grin on her face. Finally, once this is over, you could go out and seek the warmth of the sun.

“Mrs. Sano, the collar you wanted is available. Would you like to try it on first?”

Before you could even respond, another chill ran down your spine, prompting you to rub your hands together. What was even more frustrating was how your body temperature was slowly rising, a thick warm sensation blooming from your abdomen. This didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, who quickly tried to reach out and ask about your well-being. Your reaction was instant, stepping back to evade her touch in fear of aggravating the condition that has dawned upon you. Warm flesh, the pounding beat of your heart that is bound to get worse, and the slick dampening your aching pussy folds that would soon be embarrassingly obvious to anyone every time your thighs rubbed against each other. Not to mention, your ears flopping down at the realization, the skin gradually heating up.

Fuck! How could you forget about your heat?! How could you let such an important thing slip past your mind?

“M-Mrs. Sano? Are you okay?”

“Huh? U-uh, yeah!” A weak smile on your face, you then gestured at her to wrap the item. “I’ll take it, d-dear. That and another—what other color do you have? Red? Black? Well, w-whatever, just give me that and another one—doesn’t matter what, just please hurry up?” Seeing her nod and rush away after handing your credit card to her, you sighed. This wasn’t how you pictured your little shopping spree to go… How could you even forget about your upcoming heat?

Well, the telltale signs were already there… From the mood swings and the cravings.

A men’s cologne being tested was happening nearby, notes of what seemed to be spicy bergamot wafting towards you. Your hand shot up to cover your nose immediately at the enticing scent. Averting your gaze from where the sales associate disappeared, you weakly turned to the other way only to catch a familiar shade of hair paired with a different face. Heart banging on your ribcage at the images of your husband sprouting like daisies through concrete, you wished the traitorous mind filling your sight of him would halt in its silliness and leave you be. Wishful thinking never does anything and everywhere you turn, all you see are mimicking faces of Sano Manjiro that merely fueled your desire to have his cock inside your aching heat—now.

“Here you go, Mrs. S—”

“Thank you, bye!” Snatching the paper bag and the card, you mentally took note to apologize to her next time before taking off. Every step you took was like stepping in shards of glass. You did your best to avoid bumping into people as you left looking like you stole something from the looks you are receiving. Eyes darting to the cars parked, you squinted while trying to calm your hammering heart and the heat that gradually enveloped your body to a point everything was a big blur. Colors swirling into a heap almost diluted. To kiss the pavement would have been possible until your chauffeur took a hold of you, scanning your sweaty face and dazed expression. It’s even a miracle you managed to reach the car without passing out or jumping someone. Although the latter would’ve been far-fetched. Clinging to the man, you groaned.

“M-Mikey, c-call him please!”

“Mikey?”

Bored. Tired. His feet screamed to go down the path headed straight to his motorcycle to take him home and see you. Mikey hated leaving the penthouse early, knowing you tend to be needy in the morning while he kisses you goodbye. But matters in the organization wouldn’t disappear overnight, especially when he’s needed. And today was no different, sitting at the head of the table, listening to Takeomi present the sales of the latest drug Bonten was selling. At the man’s call for his attention, the platinum-haired man was about to move his slightly chapped lips from staying utterly silent the whole time found his onyx irises falling to his vibrating cellphone on top of his desk. Brows furrowed as to why your chauffeur could be calling, he quickly picked it up and stood from his seat. The rest of Bonten instantly went quiet, prompting Takeomi to stand still and be ready to resume once Mikey was finished with his call.

Except he didn’t know it was connected to you.

“Speak.”

“It’s your wife, Sir. She needs to speak to you—”

“G-give me that,” your shaky voice cut through the chauffeur’s voice, worry spiking up Manjiro’s spine at how disgruntled you sounded. Keeping his wits together, he waited for you to voice out your thoughts when you practically moaned into the receiver, causing your husband’s eyes to widen a fracture. What were you up to now? “Manjiro…” You drawling his name so seductively had his pants tightening. Manjiro could only mentally curse at the effect you have on him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, baby—know how much you hate me callin’ if you’re busy but, fuck…”

“What’s wrong?”

“‘Jiro, my heat… it’s here. Please come home to me.”

Thirty to twenty minutes. That is the usual traveling time Mikey had gotten used to from the penthouse to Bonten’s headquarters every time his presence was needed. Yet, it merely took him five to reach the towering building and ride up the elevator to your shared home. Seconds to discard his shoes and pad to the master bedroom, trailing the clothes you wore now serving like breadcrumbs on the floor. And even before he could swing the door open to ask where you are, you flung it back and jumped him. Hot kisses stamped all over his face, lowering down to his sensitive neck where goosebumps littered while he held you in his arms to steady you. The tight squeeze of your legs around his waist almost bruising, the aching damp cunt of yours rubbing against his clothed bulge. In all his years of living a dangerous life, Mikey would’ve normally prevented anyone from surprising him after being numerously betrayed by those who seek to ruin him. How easily those principles he lived by crumble at the face of you whining for his cock to stuff you full of his cum, naked as the day you were born with your bunny ears twitching.

“‘Jiro… fuck, I need you.”

“Baby, calm down—”

His words were akin to white noise, lips still aching to kiss every inch of his skin and bury yourself underneath it until Manjiro’s scent would stay with you for days, for weeks—forever. Taking matters into your own hands, you unlatched yourself from him and pushed him down until his back hits the mattress. You looked at him from above despite lust clouding your thoughts. And all your husband could do was stare back at your hazed-up mind, swallowing a moan once you straddled him and started grinding down his leaking clothed cock.

“W-wanna ride you.” Groaning at the overwhelming scent of your lover, you figured your hands had a mind of their own and started stripping him down to match you. Your leaking cunt in full display to his dark eyes that never strayed from you. You were definitely out of it—sheathing his throbbing and oozing dick inside of your gummy walls at once, whining at the stretch and how warm it was. But Mikey begged to differ, hissing at the contact and the wet muscles clenching him tightly as you started to bounce fervently. His wife has lost all inhibition and mewled, fingers playing with your perked nipples that he wished to suck on while you rode his cock.

But he couldn’t. Not when you would furrow your brows whenever he made a move to dominate you or to pin you down on the mattress to fuck you himself. No, you wanted to take lead for once and just take. Slowing down to just feel his cock snug in your hot slick cunt, you moaned into the air.

“Missed you so much, baby… Miss this cock in me—mhm, fuck. Need you…” Biting on your lower lip that it almost broke through the skin and bled, your gaze befell onto your husband who could only stare at you in muted awe. He then nodded at your statement, sharing the same sentiments. His pale chest rose and fell at the sight of raw carnal desire unfolding in front of him. Because fuck, if he had to choose between you and Bonten, anyone can mess around with the latter and still lose. But when it comes to you, those fuckers better be prepared to pry his cold dead hands from you before he’ll ever let anything awful happen to his pretty bunny. “‘Jiro…”

“Take me, baby,” he breathed, hands holding onto your hips and waist, giving them a squeeze. “Take it all. I’m all yours.”

No one had to tell you twice, resuming on bouncing on the cock you oh so loved. Unashamed to take what was yours and screaming obscene words, knowing only Manjiro is the sole witness to it all. Holding your tits, you keened. Mouth whining at how you couldn’t go on anymore. He knew this was gonna happen, you giving up in the middle of it because you hated tiring yourself—hate doing all the work. His spoiled bunny. The encouragement of your husband came in grunts, goading you to keep going. To fuck his cock and cream around it until you could no longer keep your eyes open.

“Isn’t this what—shit, what you wanted? Take this fuckin’ cock of yours, baby. Let it breed this bunny cunt. Don’t stop now.”

Sobbing softly, you came undone at the implication. Your eyes rolled back and body quivered at how he spilled his creamy cum into you. Cunt squeezing him dry for the first time today, despite knowing full well your husband would rather shoot blanks by the end of it than stop until your heat was over. Your searing gummy walls painted exactly like his silver hair. You were close to collapsing on top of him when Manjiro held you steady. Your husband caught his breath, a tiny curl at the end of his lips was a telltale sign that this was far from over. He suddenly flipped you to have your back on the mattress. Your husband then immediately went down face to face with your pussy folds still oozing with his semen. Warm tongue darting out to lick on your clit, earning a whine from your parted mouth.

“My turn.”

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you @porculain-skelly for this commission with their amazing OC, there's nothing I love more than two handsome mafia skeletons fighting for someone's hand <3

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“need a hand?”

... She had been trying to reach the top shelf, stood up on her toes, reaching as high as she could get and only just managing to trace the edge of the dish soap bottle. The voice right behind her made her jump- she immediately fumbled and dropped her grocery bag, startling back and whipping around to face the owner of the voice.

...

The skeleton monster in front of her looked, in a word, harmless. Big round sockets, bright white eyelights, a wide smile of pearly white teeth... he held her grocery bag in one hand- he’d caught it, definitely averting disaster. Dressed in a nice blue suit shirt and black pants, he was smiling with a soft, low smile.

“ah, jeez. sorry.” He held her bag out to her. “didn’t mean to spook ya. hope i didn’t scare you a skele-ton.”

...

She let out a tiny laugh, mostly out of a mixture of shock, and relief that the guy who’d snuck up on her like that clearly wasn’t anyone to worry about that. Her posture eased a little, and she accepted her bag from him.

“I-it’s fine.” She let out an exhale of relief. "It wasn’t you. I’m... I’m new in town. I’m a bit skittish right now.”

...

His eyelights flickered to her chest, then back up to her face again. For a split second, it felt like he was sizing her up. But his eyelights settled on her mouth... and something about him shifted.

She didn’t know what it was. Something loosened, something warmed. Something frozen about him melted. Perhaps in his face, or in his posture, she really couldn’t tell- it was one of those things that you felt rather than saw. But it was like a switch flipped, and a mask of faux politeness disappeared... where before, his smile had been almost customer-service-esque, it now looked like the kind of smile you’d wear around a beloved friend of many years.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, meeting her gaze. “... i guessed you were new. can’t say i’ve seen you around here before. i’m sans.”

“... Skelly.” She tucked the grocery bag under one arm. “I, uhm... I just moved here a few days ago.”

“oh, really? with your family?” He asked, innocently.

“No, just me.”

“i see.” He smiled. His eyelights, soft and white, seemed friendly. Inviting. “you’re gonna meet a skelly-ton of new friends, i bet.”

... She couldn’t help herself, she let out a little laugh, face brightening. She wasn’t expecting to hear a pun made of her own name.

“You... I think you already used that one?”

Sans snickered, and shrugged. “ah, what can i say. tibia honest... my jokes have been a little barebones recently.”

That one got a smaller laugh out of her, mostly out of disbelief. His eyelights all but sparkled- he seemed to still enjoy the encouragement.

“how’re you finding the area?”

“... It’s nice. Everyone’s friendly.”

“good.”

She couldn’t explain why. But talking to Sans, in that moment... she couldn’t figure out whether she trusted him or not.

Everything about him indicated there was nothing to be nervous about. Opposite, in fact- his aura felt so trustworthy, it was almost comedic. He was small, soft, borderline cartoonish, with a relaxed and lazy posture. She’d known him for a few minutes at most, and all he’d done was tell silly jokes and rescue her grocery bag from falling on the floor. Surely, a friendly and reliable guy, right?

... But there was just something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She had always been perceptive, and whatever it was about Sans... it was setting off a tiny alarm bell, in the far far corner of her mind.

... She tried to ignore it. Perhaps she was just being overly paranoid? She was always skittish, in a new environment, and she chalked this up to her mind just being on unnecessarily high alert.

(Sans’ expression flickered.)

“... hey. just so you know...” He said, casually, pulling one hand out of his pocket, suddenly holding a little card between his phalanges. He offered it to her. “i know a lot of people and places around these parts. been here a long time. i know moving to a new place where you don’t know anybody can be stressful, so if you need anything, just let me know. ok?”

“... Awh. Thanks.” She said, cheerfully, accepted the card. It had a phone number on it, the fact that the numbers were written in the comic sans font made another smile rise to her face. She put it in her grocery bag- the gesture was definitely appreciated. “It’s nice to meet you, but I should probably get going. I was just gonna grab the...”

She looked up at the shelf. The bottle she’d been trying to reach- it was gone?

“dish soap?”

... She turned back to Sans. He was holding up his hand, and... he was holding up the dish soap bottle.

Huh?

She looked, confused, back and forth between the shelf and his hand. Sans had a big smug smile on his face, evidently delighting in her confusion. When had he grabbed that? Didn’t he just have his hands in his pockets, moments earlier?

... He was standing... kinda close to her. Just on the perfect boundary between acceptable and too much, still wearing that polite smile. She could see the stitching on his shirt.

... Skelly swallowed, pulse picking up. Her gaze flickered around his face... he had a nice face. Why... did her own face suddenly feel so... warm?

...

Sans chuckled. While she stood there, frozen, he passed the dish soap to her. She accepted it purely out of instinct- she didn’t even look at it, trapped by his eyelights.

“nice meetin’ you too, skelly.” He said, warmly, taking a step back. She could suddenly breathe again. “i’ll see you around.”

Sans turned, and walked away, passing around the corner of the aisle.

... She didn’t need to follow him to know that if she went around the corner and looked... he wouldn’t be there.

///---///

She had barely finished mulling the interaction over, while on her way home that evening, when she encountered yet another skeleton.

She was passing a small bar with a purple flame logo on the front- there was a guy standing just outside of it, his back against the wall, silhouette illuminated gently by the sign’s magenta glow. She couldn’t help but look at him; he was much larger and rougher-looking, big and jagged where Sans was small and round, his eyelights a burning red. A cigarette was perched between his clawed phalanges, wisps of smoke drifting out from between his teeth... the orange glow of the lit cigarette reflected in his single golden tooth, he was pretty attractive. He had a crimson shirt on, dark pants, a very loose tie around his neck- judging by the grouchy expression on his face he looked like he’d just finished a particularly annoying workday.

... He must’ve noticed her stare as she approached. His eyelights flickered over, meeting her gaze... he looked her up and down.

...

His shark grin raised, and he winked at her. She flushed immediately- what the hell? She put her head down, deciding to just ignore him and...

... She tripped.

She barely had time to let out a little squeak of surprise as the floor rushed toward her; quickly, a large arm wound around her middle, saving her from faceplanting into the tarmac, she immediately knew who had saved her as the smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne washed over her. The red-eyed skeleton drew her back up to her feet... a huge hand curled over her shoulder, steadying her where she stood.

She looked up at him. Quite a ways up.

“woah there, doll.” He purred, grinning from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear. “fallin’ for me already?”

...

“Fuck.” She blurted. “I-I’m so sorry... I’m...”

Her face was on fire. How absolutely mortifying- nearly falling flat on her face, right in front of an attractive guy. She didn’t even register his pun, she couldn’t look him in the eyelights, she just stared at his chest and wished the floor would swallow her whole.

“easy, easy.” A soft chuckle filtered out of his ribcage, he brushed her shoulder gently. “you gotta pay more attention to where you’re walkin, sweetheart. this is a shitty area with shitty roads. you new around here? i’m red.”

She managed a choked laugh at his comment, still dying inside. “I-I’m... yeah, I’m new. I’m Skelly.”

...

... Then she realised what position he had her in.

Somehow, in the process of catching her and righting her again... ‘Red’ had managed to position her between him and the wall. He was a big guy. Just by standing in front of her, he blocked most of her view of the street.

“I-I...” she couldn’t get words out. Her whole face was colouring even more.

Red was, clearly, enjoying the interaction.

“... you gotta be careful around these parts, beautiful.” He drawled, casually leaning on the wall next to her, blocking her in even more. “pretty lady like you, all on yer own... some real unsavoury folks might find ya.”

“Un... unsavoury?”

His eyelight glinted, smile getting more mirthful. “pft. yer really new around here, ain’tcha? this place is a rats nest for organised crime.”

She blinked, taken aback. She had no idea.

“Oh. U-uh. Are you...?”

“me? a criminal?” His tooth flashed in the low light. “c’mon, doll. course i am.”

... His honesty caught her off guard. But for some reason, she... wasn’t afraid? Even though he was admitting to being a criminal while not-quite-pinning her to a wall, she wasn’t scared. Just still massively embarrassed.

“... You’re pretty, uh... open about that.”

“got nothin’ to hide.” he hummed. “especially not from you, doll.”

... His tone got a giggle out of her. There was something... oddly charming, about it? And about him. He clearly had nothing to hide, nothing to lie about. His complete honesty was refreshing.

“... I-I... appreciate the save.” She said. “... I need to get home, before it gets too dark, though.”

“ah... course. i should go back in an' pay my tab, too.” Red stepped back. She really, really liked that he backed off as soon as she asked. “i'd say i'm sorry fer keepin’ you so long, sweetheart, but that'd be a lie. see you around?”

She was surprised she felt comfortable enough to tease him. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Not if I can help it, hah.”

... He clearly liked her tease. He grinned.

“heheh. well, try not to fall for me again on the way home, yeah?”

“I’ll sure try.”

///---///

She thought she wouldn’t see either of them for another few days, at least. Sans and Red, they seemed... well. They just didn’t seem like the kinds of people she would see regularly. Besides, it was a big world, right? No chance she’d encounter them again for a while. It’d give her some time to mull over their interactions.

... Fate had other ideas, though.

It was literally the next day, in the park. She was still getting used to the area, visiting all the local spots, trying to feel more at home in this new place- when she heard her name being called from both directions.

She looked up, surprised, glancing both ways. On one side, Sans was approaching, just as friendly and harmless-looking as she remembered him at the store. And on the other side, Red, who seemed very pleased to see her, striding over.

... Then both of them noticed each other.

“O-oh, hi!” She said, noticing their glares as they drew to either side of her. “Do you two... know each other...?”

Red’s face twisted. “sans.”

Sans’ eyelights flashed. “red.”

... She took that as a yes. They clearly weren’t happy, staring furiously into each other’s Souls- she could feel their auras darkening.

(She suddenly felt like a deer, pinned in on either side by two equally vicious wolves. She was trying her best to appear invisible.)

... Red’s head cocked. He was all but growling, when he spoke.

“whatcha think yer doin’ here, shorty? this ain’t your turf.”

Sans’ tone, on the other hand, was calm and easy. As was his face. Completely dissonant with the situation. “i was going to talk to my new pal.”

“oh? yer pal?” Red shifted his eyelights over to her, his tone easing juuust enough for her to know he wasn’t directing his anger at her. “don’t listen to this snake, sweetheart. you don't wanna be his pal. he’s a serial liar, can’t trust him as far as ya can throw him.”

... Huh? She looked to Sans. He looked calm, he looked easy, his smile was unmoving. But his eyelights were absolutely razor sharp as he looked at Red. For some reason, the fact that he seemed so carefree and controlled in his manner... it was icy. It was just as intimidating as Red’s increasing aggravation, if not more so.

... Fuck. She wanted to shrink. A quick glance around told her people were pointedly moving away from the three of them. This can’t get any worse.

Sans raised his brows in mock surprise. “you’re one to talk about trust, red. you seriously expect her to trust a murderous thug? i’m shocked that you managed to stop thinking with your crotch long enough to string this many sentences together.”

“at least i’m honest about what i am.” Red was staring to bare his teeth, gold tooth glinting in the sun. “i’m not a psycho who likes to cosplay as a halfway decent guy.”

A psycho? A murderous thug? The fact that they knew each other and were describing each other so viciously made her regret being so friendly with them. She felt fear prickling up her spine- just what the hell had she gotten herself into?

...

“this is stupid.” Sans said, breaking the silence. He reached over and gently took her hand- she nearly jumped, but his movements were precise and his tone was sweet and disarming. “c’mon. let’s get out of here.”

“like hell i’m lettin’ you be alone with her, you crazy fucker.” Red snarled, snatching her other hand and holding it tightly. “we’re getting out of here. right sweetheart?”

Both of them were suddenly looking right at her. Sans, with soft eyelights that hid a terrifying amount. And Red, with blazing frightening eyelights that hid nothing.

“... I-I...” she looked back and forth between them, fear glueing her words to the inside of her throat. “I-I, uh... I’m...”

She had kinda trusted both of them, before. Now she absolutely trusted neither.

“look, you idiot. yer scarin’ her.”

“i’m scaring her? seriously?”

... It was all too much. She yanked both her hands out of theirs and ran.

...

The two skeletons stood there, equally frustrated and dejected, as she disappeared out of view. They both knew chasing her would only make things worse.

“... crap.” Red grunted.

Sans rubbed his forehead. “... i think we scared her.”

... Red glanced at the shorter skeleton, folding his arms. “gotta say, i knew we’d fight about somethin’ eventually. but i thought it’d be territory, or weapons, or whatever. never figured it’d be a cute girl.”

Sans returned the glance. Now that she had gone, he'd dropped the harmless aura. “do you know where she lives?”

Red glared. “course i do. do you?”

“obviously." Sans’ eyelights were unreadable. "look... we both really like her. maybe it’s best we give her a little space, for now? time to chill out. if we chase her up now, she won't like either of us.”

... Red clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “... aight. fine. but if i find out you’re visitin’ her anyway, i’ll have someone break yer ribs, shortstack.”

... Sans chuckled.

“sure you will.”

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kamisatomay018 · 6 months

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My Saviour: Part 2

Warning: mentions of emotionally abusive parents, a little slow burn, very fluff!

I’m gonna update this series very soon because I hate cliffhangers and I’d hate to leave everyone reading this on a cliffhanger too haha! Enjoy!

The morning sun shone through the windows, indicating the beginning of a new day, and the day your life would be ruined forever, this time by the hands of a stranger. You hadn’t slept all night, simply staring out at the sea while silent tears had rolled down your cheeks. Whatever had you done to deserve such a fate? Perhaps only the electro archon would know.

An hour later you were sitting on a chair, your eyes dull and lifeless while maids fussed around you, fixing your kimono and hair constantly to make sure you looked like “the perfect noble lady”; an order they had received from your parents.

It was safe to say that inazuma had been shocked to hear about a marriage in the Hiragi clan, some even surprised about the fact that you even existed and were being married off at such a young age. The Hiragi estate was decorated with Sakura blooms and all sorts of flowers. After all, your parents had to make a good impression in front of those noblemen.

You looked up at the door opening which snapped you out of your daze, seeing Chisato walk in. You put up a fake smile, bowing to her as she was the heir of the Kanjou Commission and older than you. Although you were cousins, you both weren’t that close. She was a very kind person though, and you had been delighted to know that she had found love in Kujou Kamaji.

“Your parents are calling for you Y/N, it’s time..” you heard the sadness and pity in her voice, she knew this arrange marriage was against your wishes yet she was helpless, she could not change the decision of your parents. You nodded, taking your fan and took one last glance at yourself. In your eyes, you looked unrecognisable, as if a shadow of your own self. Your eyes were full of sorrow, your dimpled smile could not be seen. At long last, your parents had managed to completely snatch every last bit of your happiness away.

Going downstairs, you saw your parents waiting for you. “Finally you have arrived, have you no sense of time? Such important noblemen are coming all the way here for you. Learn to be grateful!” You heard your father’s harsh voice say, making you look down and bow apologetically. “Forgive me father..”

“Forgive you? Never. Now the least you can do is behave properly in front of them, and keep our reputation intact” You nodded silently in response, not having the energy to say anything back.

He scoffed shaking his head and walked away from you with your mother, as you tried to control the tears welling up in your eyes. Soon, all the preparations were done and you were standing beside your parents, hidden behind a screen through which you could see outside, but no once could see you. It had been just 5 minutes and you heard footsteps approaching. Your heartbeat accelerated uncomfortably, as you took a slow deep breath, once again accepting the fact that this is how your life would forever be ruined.

You then saw a tall and extremely handsome man walk inside the house, guided by the guards. He smiled while thanking them, and you felt as if his beauty had trapped you in a trance. His blue hair fell gracefully on his shoulder from one side, his aura was authoritative yet so gentle at the same time. His attire was elegant and suited him perfectly. His posture was immaculate, his walk was confident and dignified. He looked very young, close to your age in fact. You had never seen him, but Oh Archons, what a strikingly handsome man he was. Was he here to seek your hand in marriage? And moreover, just who was he?

“L..lord Kamisato? What brings you here to our humble abode?” Your mother asked, and your heart skipped a beat, although you kept your composure, now feeling thankful for the screen which hid you. Lord Kamisato was here? Had Ayaka forced her brother to save your life? No, he didn’t deserve such a fate, he was only 25 and had never shown any interest in a relationship according to Ayaka. You had so many questions, yet no answers. You kept quiet, watching him talk to your parents.

“Oh Greetings Lady Hiragi. I came to know that your daughter is interested in getting married through the notices you had prepared. As it happens, I would be honoured to court her and make her my wife.” You felt your heart beat louder hearing those words. They seemed…genuine, but how could you be sure? You had never even met each other, so why was the Yashiro Commissioner taking such a step?

“I..oh! Uhm…we weren’t aware you were interested in our daughter Lord Kamisato..” you heard your father say.

“Why is that Sir? Any and every nobleman would be honoured to have your daughter by their side, after all, her reputation exceeds expectations. Forgive me for being so bold, but why do I sense so much hesitation? Am I to understand that..I’m uninvited here?”

Your eyes widened at these words. No one had dared to talk to your parents in such a manner, and you had never seen your parents look so timid and scared in the presence of another noble. But well, he was the Yashiro Commissioner after all. Honestly, seeing the panic settling in your parents’ expressions was way too satisfying to watch.

“No no! Please forgive us Lord Kamisato, we are honoured that you are interested in our daughter!” Your mother covered for her husband hurriedly, making you chuckle silently. It was a blatant lie, they were not happy that he was here. Ayato was just something else, the way he had so respectfully managed to scare your parents left you in awe.

“Ah, that’s a relief to hear. Then when can I have the honour of meeting her?” You heard him say, and you noticed the way his voice softened, almost becoming tender now. “Oh right away Lord Kamisato! Y/N! Come out now!” Ayato had a slight frown after hearing the way your father called you, because he knew well enough that you were right behind the screen as per the traditions, and your father’s tone was harsh and commanding. No worries, very soon he was going to get you out of this prison.

You composed yourself, opening your fan holding it in front of your face as you stepped outside, and finally after all these years, Ayato saw you in real life. He felt his heart beat in happiness as he looked at you; Archons, you were even prettier than the pictures. He had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at you bowing in greeting.

“Greetings Lord Kamisato, I am Hiragi Y/N. it is an honour to have you at our humble estate. I sincerely thank you for taking the effort of coming all the way to Ritou..” You then looked at him, and removed your fan, letting him see your face.

Ayato was awestruck at the beauty he saw in front of him. You were ravishing, your beauty was unlike anyone else’s. Your voice was soft and melodious, and he knew he was already in love with you. He smiled even wider, and to the shock of everyone in the room, he bowed back to you; a gesture noblemen would rarely make towards a woman.

“The pleasure is all mine Lady Hiragi. You are even more beautiful than the words I’ve heard.” You felt yourself blush a little as you looked into his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of lavender, and you now realised that his clothes matched his eye colour. He was drawing you in already, his presence was magnetic. But you still were reserved, for you had many questions that needed an answer. He then looked at your parents, and once again you noticed the change in the tone of his voice, which now changed from gentle to authoritative.

“I do hope you wouldn’t mind if I could spend some time alone with your daughter, I would like to get to know her more.” Your parents didn’t dare to deny his request, and he then looked at you again, his eyes and voice so gentle for you as he held his arm out in invitation. “Shall we, my lady?” You smiled, placing your hand on his arm gently, instantly feeling this unknown warmth taking over your body. “I would be honoured My lord..”

#kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fanart #genshin ayato #genshin impact #ayato x y/n #ayato fluff #ayato x you #genshin x reader

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sitp-recs · 8 months

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my most dearest Liv, I am so grateful for your existence upon this platform. thank you for running this gem of a blog.

I sincerely hope you’ll forgive me for this annoyance but I was hoping you could recommend fics with a draco that secretly loves physical intimacy and doesn’t shy from it later on w harry.

thank you so much ily

Thank you anon, that’s so lovely 🥹♥️ I’m sorry it took me ages to reply, this ask got lost in my drafts and I found it while cleaning my backlog. I really loved making this list because there are a few underrated gems here, I’ve marked the ones with less than 100 comments with an *. Enjoy!

* On Permanence by @the-starryknight (2021, M, 1.4k)

The possibility of going home with Draco is the only reason Harry comes to the club anymore. Tonight, there's a new kind of intimacy to be found outside the neon noise.

Let Me Count the Ways by @thebooktopus (E, 3.5k)

Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Is This Love? by @phd-mama (2021, E, 3.8k)

Draco wouldn’t call himself a tender man. He fights the forces of evil for a living, trying his best to pay penance for the evil he’s done. He’s fought and killed in the name of duty, and when he’s not on duty, he tends either to play hard or retreat alone. He doesn’t lean on anyone, and he knows he’s not the first person anyone goes to when they need care. Comfort. That all changes tonight.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (2017, T, 5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (E, 5.4k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

* Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k)

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

* A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 19k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

Nice Things by aideomai (2020, M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74 (T, 25k)

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

* The Darkness Before the Dawn by Ren (E, 55k)

A mysterious creature is loose in London, stalking and killing people. Auror Harry Potter requests the help of a liaison from the Beast Division and gets saddled with Draco Malfoy. Will they be able to stop the creature before it claims more lives?

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (2022, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Monster by @orange-peony (2022, E, 71k)

“Well, it’s still a music box that is not working properly,” Hermione points out with a very intent grin. “That will give you a chance to see him.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making him snort. As if Harry hadn’t thought about it straight away. As if Harry’s mind hadn’t immediately wandered to Draco Malfoy the moment Zabini mentioned a music box.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #physical intimacy

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fandom-monium · 10 months

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Sweet Poison - Part 1

Summary: In which you don’t recognize the Prince of the Underworld, but your next prey. (AKA a budding friendship and love between a godling and a succubus.)

“I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

WC: 1k

TW: Zagreus (Hades Video Game) x Succubus!Reader, GN!Reader, a succubus AND an artist bc sex is just work and food, au where in game Zag commissions the paintings using gems, what if boons actually affected Zagreus, slow build, strangers to friends to lovers trope, sex work, fluff, fluff and humor, mutual pining, idiots in love, mild angst, pheromones, technically it’s succubi magic aura, smut, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, foreplay, squirting, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, rough sex, soft sex, dirty talk, size difference, Zagreus is at least 6 ft convince me otherwise, cream pie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, EVENTUAL SMUT

AN: i recently bought Hades and now im in love ahahaha.

In this context succubi feed off cum and if they overfeed they risk killing their victims includes but not limited to shades in which case they consume their souls or smt.

Supposedly in latin succubus is a term for tops while incubus are bottoms and concubus are switches

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In your defense, you don’t keep up with godly politics.

That’s not to say you’re uneducated. You know the basics: who the Olympians are, who Lord Hades is—hell, you have him to thank for giving you the greatest job in the world—but anything that involves delving any deeper into the ever-complicated and drama-filled family they are, you have no interest. So when a man with messy black hair and hellhound skulls on his shoulder winds up in your domain, you don’t see Underworld royalty but your next meal.

Alright, time to get to work.

You hide away most of your physical succubus-traits like muscle memory, hardly thinking as your horns, wings, and tail disappear in an instant. The only telling sign you’re not human: your eyes, with vertical-slit pupils against (your eye color) irises.

“Uhhh hi,” He greets you when he notices you across the chamber. He’s got his hand halfway up to his mouth, cupped with the revitalizing water of the fountain residing by the far wall. You tilt your head curiously, raising a brow at his tone, amicable and unafraid, and his smile, friendly and almost open, despite having barely registered your presence. And towards a creature like you.

Handsome and strange. You should have known. Those two usually go hand in hand.

The thought makes you return his smile. “Normally, I would welcome newcomers, but you do realize that’s my fountain you’re drinking out of?”

“Your fountain?“ Bruised and calloused hands go slack, and the water splashes back into the bowl. He sounds incredulous, as if you can’t possibly own something, and it makes you bristle.

But you’re a professional.

You scoff, “Well, not mine mine, as everything in the Underworld belongs to Lord Hades, but this one specifically is for my use.”

“… I see. My apologies,” You almost accept it, if not for the way his lips twitch like your statement is humorous. Still, he takes a step back, respectful of your supposed property. "In that case, might I ask you to grant me a sip?”

Apologizing. Asking. Not even demanding but politely asking for permission, even if he doesn’t seem to believe you. Gods, he truly doesn’t know where is, or at the very least, what you are.

You suppress a chuckle: you can work with this.

“You know what? Go ahead, you look like you can use the drink,” You say and he glances down at himself, taking in the gash on his shoulder, the burns, the blood. (Most of it isn’t even his.) Usually, you’d jump straight into your main course but no matter. Meat tastes much better when properly prepared anyway.

His smile broadens, “Thank you, good shade.”

You don’t bother to correct him, just as you don’t ask for his name. Seems pointless, considering you’re going to consume him soon enough.

He leans over the fountain’s rim and brings a handful of water to his lips. Your eyes trail after the few stray droplets dripping down his chin, down his neck, as most of the wounds stop bleeding, close up, or even disappear altogether, Your stomach rumbles softly.

“So,” Your reflection ripples in the water as he glances up at you across the basin. Studying him, you cross your arms over your chest, cleavage accentuated by your chiton as your natural aura seeps through little by little in a constant stream. Too quick and the man will convulse on the floor before you can even get a taste. Don’t want to drive the man into madness yet. “What’s someone like you doing in this corner of Tartarus?”

If he’s trying to keep his eyes above your collar, you can’t tell as he straightens up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Someone like me?”

“Yes. Most poor souls sent my way aren’t so…” You round the fountain and circle him, his eyes following after you as you gesture to his—well, everything. Nothing about him screams disgusting sinner per se, but that doesn’t necessarily make him Elysium-worthy.

He stares at you inquisitively. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, but I wasn’t sent here by anyone. Not technically anyway. The Underworld’s an ever-shifting labyrinth; I usually go where it leads me, and fortunately it’s led me to your fountain.”

You stop before him, and he lets you absentmindedly prod one of the hellhound skulls. You smile wryly, “Fortunate, yes.” For me, perhaps.

“And what of you, dear shade?”

You retract your hand, blinking up at him. “Pardon?”

“You seem to have made a home for yourself. Lovely, I must say,” He looks around your chamber, from the drapes by the balcony entrance to the green flames licking at your fireplace to the many canvases, one of them half-finished and perched on your easel. He steps around you, and you trail after him as he moves to examine the black and white details. “Did you do all these yourself?”

Your eyes flicker over him, suspicious. “Y-yes, I did.”

He turns to you, and you’re taken aback as your gaze meets steady, heterochromatic eyes, so much so you know he’s being genuine as he asks, “They’re magnificent. Are you a deity of the arts perhaps?”

“O-oh, thank you, but I’m not…” You clear your throat, “It’s just a hobby, something to pass the time.” When I’m not consuming the souls of sinners.

Warmth blooms across your cheeks, and you purse your lips at your stutter. You’re used to flattery, so how would this be any different? Your food never took notice of their surroundings, much less your work.

Then again, they always were too enraptured by your aura.

Sneaking of which, why isn’t he?

You eye his form, watching for the slightest hint he’ll double over with a raging hard-on as your aura releases, more intense than before. Still, he continues, admiring your paintings, your sketches, half-finished works you left on the back burner. Is he truly unaffected by you?

Before you can add anything else, he’s at your balcony, overlooking the lower levels of Tartarus. “Well, I can’t wait to see more next time.”

…Next time???

“Next time?”

A hand on the balustrade, he glances at you over his shoulder and grins, “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

Then he leaps.

You shout, rushing over to the railing where he last stood. Dead or not, the impact will hurt like hell. (Favorite color) wings sprout out of your back. You’re fast enough, you can still—

Stone rumbles, and you peak over the railing, unable to contain the relieved sigh seeing the man—strange and handsome and strange—safely standing on the platform below your chamber, unharmed. No fall damage.

Of course you knew that was there. Obviously.

Once he disappears behind the door, his burning feet leaving scorch marks in the brick stone path, you finally let out your horns and your tail.

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AN: you’ll never catch me using Y/N. Y/N is dead, there is only (Your Name).

This will have at least 5 parts. This is basically a mini series of Zagreus and Succubi!Reader as they becomes friends (and eventually lovers :D)

Part 2 coming soon~

#zagreus x reader #hades supergiant #hades video game #zagreus & reader

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garlculean · 5 months

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@yukikorogashi Asked. HELLO MY FRIEND! ❤️ Before this year ends, I just wanna start by saying-- MAN! I'm just so, so glad that I got to meet your wonderful self??? I will say it's certainly one of my highlights during these last few months, meeting a fella as splendid as yourself!

I already mentioned all of this before to you through our IMs, but you bring so much life to my boy here, and just do him so, so much justice! And I thank you, with my hands holding yours, for giving him the love that he so long since deserved! And of course, I absolutely look forward to him and Itsuki interacting, in developing their hilarious lil' Looney Tunes relationship, overtime! It's gonna be so fun, and another thing to look forward to this coming year!

You are just such talented individual too, Mt Beast, like omgoodness??? Your writing, your art, your graphics-- not to mention the fact that you have been such a pleasant chap to get to know. You really are a marvellous bean, and again I'm so glad I found your blog when I did, and look forward to interacting with you more in the near future!

May next year treat you well, my friend. As you so rightfully deserve! Here's to you! 🍷 AUEHAUWHE!!!!

↳ 2023 is almost over! // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇. Y'know, I do not think there are even words to describe the amount of joy and gratitude I felt when reading this. I am SO VERY glad I had the pleasure and opportunity to meet you too Yuki⸺ I can say with much certainty that the feeling is absolutely mutual!

I can't even construct my words right but just that I'm literally grinning from ear to ear! WHWUAHAHA Hearing you say that and think that for my interpretation // portrayal of Wario means so much more than you think it does for me. It's honestly an honor to hear that I am doing him justice. So thank you⸺ Thank you VERY much. I too cannot wait for Itsuki and Wario to interact. I still think about the plot in my head and the things we spoke about with their possible bond, depending on how things go in RP, but it kills me EVERY time. I may not KNOW who Itsuki is, but shoot I dont think I need to. All I know and need to know is you make her an outstanding joy of a character! You give her such personality that if she acted any other way I don't know if I'd enjoy it as much as I do when she's in your hands HWUWHAHAA!

I appreciate you enjoying my writing and my art, I do take a great deal of time in it, especially my writing. Drawing comes more naturally for me so to speak its a lot less brain power as opposed to writing. So to know you favor both and not just one over the other is an honest to god best compliment for me to hear If I'm being honest HAHAAHAH. Also I must give credit where credit is 1000% due, @sangdelune did my graphics, I'd commissioned them to do it. They brought my ideas to life in ways I cannot describe. I do not know the floor from the ceiling when it comes to photoshop or anything remotely in that area, I cannot do that. I'm a writer and an artist--NOT a designer. Best editing I do and can do are my reaction icons. THOSE I DO edit. But that's just the most basic bare minimum knowledge one needs to know to edit the reactions; its nothing supreme or outstanding I'd say. I actually plan on bringing them up in a near future post; once I hit my 100+ follower's count ( which seems to be nearing...) give them a segment because since I was/am so new here in this RPC, I felt me doing it with not much of a following would make them go unnoticed. i.e. no on taking the time to go back to read my first post(s) I made here about them. But for anyone who DOES need anything with graphics GO TO THEM. They were a blessing to work with, I had very VERY specific ways I wanted things done and created to really emphasize how I viewed and seen Wario and I wanted my blog to really exert that. So even if you dont read my writing, you still get the FEEL // aura, per say, that Wario emits when youre on my page and they hit it all on the nail and BLEW my expectations away. Very communicative, quick with getting back to you, good with keeping you in the loop of things, and is just an INCREDIBLE designer and an amazing person to work with. I honestly am grateful and LUCKY to of found them.

SALUTI MY FRIEND! I cannot wait to see what the year to come brings, but I hope whatever it is, it brings a lot more interactions with you!

#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇;; ooc #｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄;;#｡*ﾟ+.*｡🧄— $𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄;;#// This made my ENTIRE night.#// saving this for when I wanna look back at it...#// You're far too kind of a person Yuki

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autisticmao · 4 months

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GENRE: neutral - fluff

FEATURED: ra*bits

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: when one of their members is out of commission, isara helps the ra*bits out

WORD COUNT: 1,063

Isara was taking a rare moment of fresh air around the schools campus, thinking of nothing, only letting his steps take him anywhere for a calm stroll around the place.

That is, until, in the corner of his peripheral vision, he sees a quadripartite sitting under a tree - actually, now that he turns his head to focus on the group some more, there was only a trio, the forth member was missing from the perimeter.

The members of Ra*bits. Under the tree sat Nito, Hajime and Tomoya. He looks left and right in confusion. Where was Tenma?

He decides to walk up to the three. "Hey you guys." Isara greets the trio, the smile he wore in his greeting fell not long after once realising the gloomy aura that surround the three. The members of Ra*bits were frowning, they look deflated from life.

Isara kneels down in front of them all. Tomoya was on Isara's far left, Nito in the middle with Hajime clinging to Nito's arm on the far right. "Are you guys... okay?" He asks carefully and slow, hoping he wasn't trekking himself into any dangerous territory of some sorts.

"We have a show coming up, a one time chance, but we don't know what to do... Tenma is ill - bedridden for a few months." Nito quietly explained, not once peeking his head up when speaking, which Isara didn't mind.

"Have you tried asking to delay the date or anything?"

Nito hums in response. "They said they refuse to. It's either cancel our performance or go on without Tenma and ask somebody to take his place." Tomoya responds, deflating a small bit as he spoke.

Isara tilts his head in curiosity. "And... have you guys asked anyone?"

"We've asked all the idols possible, but the responses we got are all the same. Everyone is really busy at this time of the year it seems." Hajime says.

Isara hums, leaning his chin in his right hand as he thinks the processing over for a minute or so. He looks towards the trio in the middle of his thoughts. It was clear that they didn't want to cancel - they wanted to make their friend happy whilst he's immobilised for a while.

An idea comes to mind, his kelly green eyes switching between each individual member of Ra*bits. "Are you sure you've asked 'everyone'?"

The trio then focused their attention onto Isara too. "We've tried everyone we know, even asking some other units from other schools across the country, so yeah..." Nito mumbles.

A playful smirk resides itself onto Isara's features. "I don't think you guys have." He then focuses his attention mostly onto Tomoya. "Tomoya, you're around my height, just under, right?"

The mentioned boy nods slowly.

"Do you have a spare Ra*bits uniform?"

"I do, why?"

Isara chuckles, the plan in his mind already beginning to set.

"Wait! Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Hajime wondered. Isara glances over and mutely nods.

"I don't get it. What are you planning Isara?" Nito questioned.

"He's going to help us with our performance!" Hajime shakes Nito at the arm from the major excitement that suddenly ran through his figure. The other two members of Ra*bits gasp in synchronisation at the thought finally settling into their minds.

Nito faced Isara once again. "Thank you, Isara!" The said boy leaped from where he sat and tightly hugged Isara around the neck and shoulders.

"Don't thank me yet~!" He chuckles whilst patting Nito on the back gently, partly in awkwardness. "First, you all should catch me up about your performance. What's the choreography? The lyrics? Tell me everything that you need to!"

"I've got it written down on my phone, here!" Tomoya suddenly cheered as he fished for his electronic device from his school blazer pockets.

...

For the umpteenth time in a matter of fifteen minutes, Isara wiped his long beaujolais coloured fringe out from his face, his other hand patting down on the hat that sat lightly above his head.

With looking into the full sized mirror that sat in a corner of the backstage area, Isara glances over the white cladded uniform he wore. It wasn't his usual style, but it was worth to wear if it meant helping some fellow idols — some friends — out with a major decision.

The members of Ra*bits were doing this for their fellow who was ill, hoping that the performance would encourage the healing stage for Tenma's sickness to work perfectly.

"Isara!"

He looks over his shoulder, seeing the trio he was just thinking about. They all wore similar smiles of hope. "You look awesome, President!" Hajime compliments him, the other two nod in agreement.

"Thank you!" He fiddles with the hat above his head once more and turns his whole figure around to fully meet the three. Isara couldn't help but smile similarly to the trio.

Tomoya walks up to Isara, handing him a microphone. "We're about to start," he mutters.

"Alright. Are you lot ready?"

The three members of Ra*bits cheer, following Isara to the sets leading to the back of the stage as soon as he started moving along.

Faint cheers and squeals could be heard as he began to move up the steps.

"Then let's do this - for Tenma."

...

A smile was plastered on his face causing his expression to glow brightly.

Tenma had his eyes set on his phone, a live recording played out on his phone for the past twenty odd minutes.

The camera that the recording was set on focused on the large stage, four figures stood out of breath whilst the audience cheered louder than ever. If he wasn't feeling so weak and ill, Tenma would join in on the cheer.

His eyes trail to the four on stage once more, laughing - giggling lightly - when seeing his unit mates surround a familiar student council president with tight hugs caused from the adrenaline of excitement.

The group tumble to the hard panelling of the floor, his unit mates piled onto the beaujolais-haired member who belonged specifically to Trickstar. They all wore smiles of pride and success.

A small cough erupts from Tenma's throat, reminding him of where he was and why. But even then, he couldn't help but let his smile beam as bright as the ones on stage.

"Thank you, Isara..."

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genesysofthestars · 4 months

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Day 15

"He gave me how much?!"

"30,000. He actually wanted to give you more but he ran out of budget," Rosa told him, not even bothered by Darrin's surprise.

"Huh?! Wait, that's too much. I only did a simple painting- ow!"

Rosa flicked him in the forehead. "Simple? Darrin, you're underrating yourself again. He said, and I quote, that if he didn't know better, he would think that the painting was made by a pioneer artist, not a student." She then questioned, "How much are you expecting anyway?"

"Like... 5 to 10 thousand?"

She gave him an unimpressed look, making Darrin wilt. "Wow," she muttered. "I know artists here are underpaid but to think that you would undercharge like that... Listen, artists are treasured on the other side because cameras, no matter what adjustments they made, cannot work there. They said it's because of the intense magic aura interfering with normal lenses. So... the next thing we got is artists."

Rosa shoved the envelope full of money into his hands. "Now take the money-"

Darrin opened his mouth to speak.

"And don't think of give it some to me; I know that look."

He closed his mouth. But he continued to be in deep thought. Soon enough, Darrin grabbed Rosa's hands and declared, "At least let me take you out!"

"Huh?!" It was now Rosa's turn to be surprised, even blushing a little. "Like a date?!"

"Yes! I mean, no, not like that-"

"You showed me your favorite restaurant. It's my turn to show mine."

Rosa let herself be led by Darrin to a small establishment. Immediately upon opening the door, the smell of cooked meat bombarded her nose.

Darrin wasted no time ordering food. "I'll have a medium-well steak and..."

"Same as yours. Just medium-rare," she follwed up.

"I always come here every week," Darrin told her as they took their seat by the window. "A little reward for myself for surviving the college, even if it's a bit expensive."

When their food arrived, Rosa's mouth wasn't able to stop itself from watering just from looking at it. The meat was swimming in sauce alongside a heaping serving of potatoes and vegetables. The scent was amazing; the smoky aroma tingled her nose.

But Rosa waited for Darrin to take the first bite.

"Hmm...?"

"Something's wrong?" she asked.

He looked at his meal with confusion. "No... it's just the taste it's not like what I remembered. Did they change the recipe?"

Before Darrin could question further, Rosa took his plate and replaced it with hers. "Here. Try this."

Darrin gave her a curious (cute) look but trusted her words. He took a bite and the familiar flavor hit his tongue. "This is the exact taste. Did our orders get switched?"

Rosa shook her head. "Nope. Your taste had adjusted, remember?"

"Oh. Oh, that... makes sense. That's why you order medium-rare instead..." he said. "You are really the smartest person that I know, Rosa. Going so far to think ahead of that. Thank you."

She blushed at his words. She coughed, "It's nothing... Now let's eat before it gets cold."

Rosa watched as Darrin ate with a smile. Seeing him quite happy, zhe couldn't help but smile too. Before he noticed that she was staring at him, she began eating as well.

Realization hit her when the flavor hit her tongue. The soft meat was filled with flavor, juice brusting after every bite and the potatoes absorbed some of the sauce, making it both creamy and savory. The vegetables were also seasoned enough, its freshness balancing the oily aftertaste of the meat.

"I can see why you love it here."

"I know! You should try it with some of their sauce..."

"Hey, Darrin."

"Hm?"

"Y'know the one who commission you while back?"

"What about him...?"

"Well, his master is so impressed by your art; he got scolded for giving you so little. So he's giving you an extra 25 thousand..."

"What?!"

#(oc: darrin)#(oc: rosa)#writeblr #100 words a day #writing #writers on tumblr #vampire #vampire x witch #painter x witch #witch

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whatgaviiformes · 1 year

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Reflecting on 2022

Good Mornin'! I'm sitting here with my morning coffee with New Years Eve finally arriving on my side of the world. There are aspects of 2023 I am hugely looking forward to and other things that are making me dread it. We have a lot going on over on my side of the world, and I apologize if New Years comes with an aura of sadness to it. Always will for personal family reasons. Looking back, looking forward.... two sides of the coin.

But let’s focus on just the one, at the moment. Yes?

Things that make me happy:

2022 Artwork!!

This commission of Gordon and Enki

This commission of my DnD character Zephyr and another of my girl Cascade.

This interpretation of chicken!dad, and this one of chicken!dad and chicken!uncle

Pirate-y Tracys

2022 Gifted/inspired works

This hilarious story by @thedryswan!! I was cackling so hard but won't ruin the surprise for you. :)

This series by @godsliltippy over shared music interests.

This one shot by @the-lady-razorsharp that makes me cry like a baby every time. And the other one. She knows which one. It still means the world <3.

This one by @katblu42 for the olympics!AU and the rest of the Olympics AUs which can be found here.

My TAGSS from 2021 continued into 2022 and Nutty's kind interpretation of Enki and more of Virgil knitting. Thanks for letting me borrow!! @gumnut-logic

The real life gifts. 🐓🐬💚

The real life friends.

Things of my own I am proud of: There are times this is very easy. And other times when I hate all of it. I'll let you guess which New Years brings out.

CRAFTWORKS: This doily hits all of my favorites. Texture, shades of blue, and subtle fandom reference.

My two multi-chap AUs of the year: Hold Fast and Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm , both of which also had additional one shots and spin-offs added throughout the year

Directionless (oneshot prompt gift for @onereyofstarlight)

We Tried the World (oneshot TAGminibang for @lenle-g)

In Stitches (one-shot in short scenes)

I won’t have the pretty graphs like Bri did when she did her summary, but I can give some basic stats - with a margin for error for stories that overlap years and such. But according to AO3 - I wrote 132K words in 2022, across 19 works. I don’t need the stats to know my top characters were Virgil and Gordon, because to no one’s surprise I write FishTank. And my genres are gonna be AU, angst, feels, and lol this was a fluff prompt. :D

I am filled with an immense amount of gratefulness for all the engagement and for those that welcomed my silly ideas into your brainspaces. We have a lot of writers in Thunderfam - a lot of amazing writer’s and despite all that you decided to give my sailors and chickens and dolphins a try. <3

In 2023 I think it may be time to step out of the AUs. I want my writing to feel approachable, and as much as I love these ideas, after awhile it might become old hat. We’ll see - they are also my playground and all three have so much still to explore. I also want to write some of the grand old BootScoot and Space Cadet. I like the Tracy boys, not just FishTank, and surprise! Earth & Sky was my first brotp, you know.

And this particular year, I leaned a lot on @the-original-sineater for my sanity checks so a huge thank you as well to Sin for being the first set of eyes on a lot of these this year. It is so appreciated and I am lucky to have you as a friend.

Other Things

There is so much artwork that fills me with joy, and I know I will forget folks, so I won’t tag. But if you’ve posted artwork, this is geared towards you. I have 0 talent at drawing, so I am always amazed when I see ideas come to life in that way. I don’t know how we got so lucky to have so many talented folks sharing their art with us, but we do and major <3 for it.

All of our writers. Again. I will forget folks, but I value all of our wonderful voices. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep up with commenting when spoons were low, even though I said I was going to do better. I will have to keep working on it. And same as above. We are so lucky to have the quantity and QUALITY of fics we do.

To readers, commenters, kudos-givers - we see you, we love you. Thank you for all you do!

To the crafty folks - I love seeing your work, your WIPS, and talking about different techniques and inspirations. I hope we can keep it up in 2023! Just from 2022 alone, I learned Tunisian Crochet, and am about to finish my first garter stitch knit scarf. And this is from a life-long crocheter! You all are inspirations to me and I can’t even imagine what 2023 will bring.

To the RP crowd - thanks for playing with my silly Gordon and giving him the space when I need to step back. It’s been so fun stepping into his flippers in this new way.

And finally, to friendships continued! It’s with @janetm74‘s encouragement I joined tumblr again, and I will never forget that back when I posted Scenes. I’ve only continued to get to know more of you, and though it’s only been my first FULL year in fandom (getting close to 2 total), there are new voices, new voices to me, and I get to learn more about this group of people everyday. My life is better with you all in it, even if we don’t interact everyday.

Happy 2023 - at some point I need to watch Captain Scarlet so I can catch up with all of your cross-overs!!

#personal

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Hii I'd like to give a lil suggestion about your rewrite character's name. Considering how the story gives off fantasy, mystical and even medieval vibes for that matter, look for names along similar lines. Like Xian totally fits the vibe but since it reminds many people of a guy (all thanks to genshin heh) maybe Xia would be more accurate.I personally like the name Raya coz it fits both ancient and modern au and has an aura to it. Im kinda out of characters here so ill j do an ask2 sorryy :3

Thanks for the suggestion anon!

I definitely have it in mind to give the protag a meaningful name, but at the same time we have to keep in mind that the protag is not from a fantasy/medieval world and is really just a regular person from our modern world XD; so it'd be out of place to give her a name that doesn't fit in with her background, which is that of a student (keeping this in the rewrite!)

I didn't want to reveal the chinese characters that makes up Xian's name yet since it's still up in the air (pending meaning and whether it is a strange character combo to have in current society) but definitely even this placeholder name isnt there willy-nilly without meaning to it hahaha once I have decided on a more solid name, I'm giving her the same treatment I gave a different character in the rewrite...and that is the Chinese parents/Asian family check! hahaha I ran through any characters that had a Chinese name through my family to get their thumbs up XD;

And I guess if this and the previous asks didnt reveal it already, atm the protag is of Chinese ethnicity; one or two other characters are too. It's definitely a colorful cast at the moment with characters of varying backgrounds haha... one of the things I'm struggling on in the rewrite right away is deciding proper names and backgrounds for each character whilst balancing it with that of their Hyquile counterparts orz (on that note, I am quite happy with a small fun fact regarding his name that I created for the OC that takes over Kuroo!)

As for when the next chapter of GWS is coming out, I do not have a set date for it unfortunately. I write when I can but I have priority on commissions and life atm (work hasn't been kind to me for the past year, and it's been acting up again recently... if things go south I might be jobless by the end of the year so it's a point of stress rn OTL). Due to that, I havent been able to work on C38 as much :(

I hope you will bear with me and wait for it TwT;;

#rewrite asks #anon #asks #renesis gets a letter

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little-forget-me-not · 4 months

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Summary 2023

This used to be a tradition but it definitely slid off after I stopped writing much in general (especially with uni and all the damned essays) but Reba asked if I was gonna do one, so I feel compelled to try again. I kinda did one for last year too, except I logged it down by the month on my Insta journal. Extremely satisfying to read but a pain to do. Anyway, I’m already getting sidetracked lol. Unlike previous years, I don’t really have categories for these so I’ll probably just note the highlights (I’ll still try to categorise some of them):

University:

Looking back at my entries this year I can see how I was constantly close to burn out and worn thin by stress, and yet I pulled through it. I was genuinely considering dropping out again due to the immense stress…(again)

Yet despite everything, and this is the fact I keep trying to brush away, but I did well. I did really well. I’ve been scoring basically almost consistent As across the board, for every agonising essay, project and exam I had to take on, I did them well. In fact, I was able to balance over 7 different essays that included separate roleplay demonstrations/tests and NOT freak out while still having time to have fun and socialise with my friends both online and irl (mostly Vot). AND also doing over 50 commissions AND finding a part-time job and going there physically to work. Younger me would have died under all that pressure, but I managed it all pretty well. I know I’m hard on myself, so even if I did well it doesn’t always feel that way, but I really did quite alright.

I remember setting a goal this year, which was to push myself out of my comfort zone and to dive headfirst into challenges, such as interacting with people and doing things that I’m afraid of. And I did do it. I was terrified of my lab sessions where we had to roleplay in front of the class, but every time I was the first to volunteer to demonstrate roleplaying in front of the class, and I actively reached out for advice and help. I even organised several practice meet-ups with a classmate who’s now a friend, Kala! I did gain some confidence in my ability. Cyndi tells me to believe in myself, being easier on myself, not to strive so hard for perfection and be more confident as I’ve proved my abilities in both the material and practice. …yet it’s so hard to believe it, still. But I’m not backing down…even if it terrifies me.

Also the graduations I’ve been to has made me realised that I very much would love to have my own graduation too, surrounded by people who love and support me. Mama and Dawn are going to fly over for it ;m; Bea's coming too! I hope to achieve so next year.

Roleplays/Stories:

Really got into roleplays this year, both for school and for leisure. I especially finally got into fantasy thanks to LOTR. Which we watched in cinemas as they were putting out the trilogies with each new week :D Played BALDUR’S GATE 3!!!!!! With Mero! And Vivi! I love rping with Mero with our dumbass jocks.

One of my dreams came true, made so by Aura who started hosting a Pathfinder campaign called Dusk Over Dreamnest. Because of which I’ve managed to write again…for FUN! I’ve been chronicling our sessions AND writing a separate prose piece based on Bull’s POV experiences. Love that creativity.

Also joined a digimon roleplay thanks to Ryou. Honestly came up with great banger designs tis year that I’m really proud of.

Relationships:

I think my heart grew a little this year to make space for more people in it… When I travel to Finland, I realise I miss Vot or my sis, or my private spaces where I can hang out with Mero. I never really used to miss people apart from Dawn that much, so it’s nice to know it. I also miss Luca and mom when I’m back in SG. Especially hanging out with Luca. He’s such great fun. Hung out with him quite a lot this year! Went to bars for the first time, got drunk, discovered I really like non-fizzy cocktails (had the most delicious, creamy and smooth cocktail made with milk, cream and half shots of de kuper butterscotch and raspberry (each)...on and also White Russians, oh and he and Henry got me Bailey’s for Xmas :D), had lots of late night heart-to-hearts, worked out, he taught me how to do proper punches, I built IKEA furniture with him etc. Really enjoy going on holidays with him especially when the social saturation renders Dawn drained and tired. He made me realise I really valued spontaneity, enthusiasm, openness and energy in relationships. I also appreciate and value his brand of masculinity more now, instead of completely dismissing it in others. He’s really coming into his own, and I appreciate our friendship and his trust in me (like omg when he asked out the giftstore employee and immediately called me after it to tell me, I was so proud but also happy he wanted to include me in his exhilaration and triumphs). Anyway I love him too, and he’s like the brother I never had.

I got closer to Vot too! I enjoyed my very first omakase with him as a birthday meal and there’s no one else I’d rather enjoy food with. Oh, also Jason got me a birthday meal of chilli crab (2 of them AAAAAAAAAAAA) and mantou!!!!! Really made up for the tragic birthday I had last year (which was I spent my birthday with Vot this year instead). Oh and he gave me a laser-printed wooden keychain of Nuki that he drew, with forget-me-nots engraved at the back ;m; Had many great hangouts with Vot, really. He’s a very, very dear person to me. He was one of the few people I can reach out to and able to be vulnerable with. I rarely call anyone when I experience distress (except for Dawn and on occasion Mero) but it’s so nice to know I can rely on more people now. Oh, I also developed a love for board games thanks to Vot. I used to hate them but I genuinely enjoy them now (and am sad when people don’t join me)

Played Persona 5 Royal with my sis! I can’t believe we first played it in 2017?! It’s been with us for 6 years and replaying the remastered version with her has been such a fun part of the year. It reminds me of all the fun times we used to have with each other, and she’s let me know of how important and valued those times have been for her. Persona 5 is like a CORE memory/connection for us. My sis loves me. Through her graduation and her new air stewardess job, she’s kept me in mind. Apparently she saw a co-worker with a nice pixie-cut and asked them for their hairdresser’s number so she could pass it to me (before reconsidering it because she thought I probably wouldn’t like the back cut). And she tells everyone about me?? She speaks highly of me. She was saying, “You like me? That’s because of my sis” xD Even someone she only knew for 11 days knows of me. It’s incredibly heartening… She also genuinely wants to make our Persona 5 Strikers Japan trip a reality and knowing that makes me want to make it so too. She also thought of me when she saw that there was a Joe Hisaishi concert and bought us tickets (I gotta pay her back, but she covered fees for me ;m;). Through her, I recognised the impact of my chronic depression… I noticed she’d say stuff like “You’d better not die before …” or “You cannot die…” etc whenever she feels truly fond/affectionate/appreciative of me. It made me a little sad but grateful for the sobering realisation of my impact. I spent so long suffering and struggling to stay alive that it made many of the people who did care about me genuinely afraid for my expiration. I definitely say that a lot less now…about wanting to die when depression gets too overwhelming. Or at least I only share it with a very select few when it gets too bad.

Dawn has been a huge part of my life this year, every year, forever, hopefully. My love for her grows every year and it’s a mutual thing, and I appreciate the freedom and honesty we share about how we feel about each other, and the sad reality that we are incompatible as married companions. She once told me that she wish she was a different person so she could marry me without a thought. Which was honestly really sweet, but I’m also glad she has become someone who honours her own desires and self, and that she thanks me for it. I feel safe in the knowledge and expression of her love. It’s really nice to know that I am loved and to have it be such…a given now. I think she’s spoiled me though. I realised I’m pretty lazy and indulgent and can be very much a “princess” when given the space to be so x’D Oops. I still learn about myself when I’m with her. Also she’s really impressed me this year with her own growth and self-imposed challenges that help her develop traits she’s struggled with (like she reads so many books now..all with complicated text). I never would have pegged her to be such an erudite but then again, it doesn’t completely surprise me, but the resolve and drive she’s shown for it is incredible and inspiring.

Hung out with more classmates this year…like Allan and Kala and I’ve made an effort to learn and remember more about people. I’m genuinely fond of Allan now and I do miss him when I’m in Singapore. I went to his graduation! He was the valedictorian! I met his husband!

I’m getting tired so I’mm rapid-fire these: Relationship with dad increased. He actually came up to me out of nowhere and passed me $200 as encouragement and to congratulate me of doing a good job with my studies. …I’m…it meant a lot and I was pleasantly shocked. His relationship with Jen has really improved relations in general. I’ve thought of him more because of such. He’s also helped me a lot with my medical bills ;m; Also mom, I’m more…interested in being a part of my family’s life..

Reconnected and met up with Ryoukishi. They were really nice and treated me to korean bbq and hotpots ;; And they shared their love of Digimon with me, and I got into it!

Mental Health:

Doubled my meds. I think it’s making a difference? I don’t really know, but from medical reports, it sounds like it is making a difference. I still feel the weight of depression and oftentimes this year I felt like I was regressing instead of progressing. But Bea said that when one is in a really dark and long tunnel, you are still moving even though it doesn’t always feel like it. Still heading towards the light, and she sees it. And that’s heartening.

Realised that I’m literally almost always overstimulated in SG which is probably why I’m in an almost perpetual state of discomfort x’D Apart from being lonely, which only heightens the discomfort. Somehow it helps to know that. Also when I got incredibly stressed I legit thought I was showing signs of psychosis.

Allan said something about not needing to suffer to succeed and I’m trying to keep that in mind.

Slightly more attempts at acknowledging my strengths instead of dismissing them…not much but some. I wrote some here. Inspired by Reba:

“You’re quick to take responsibility for mistakes, but you have the opposite for positive things. You don’t own the good things and attribute them to luck or chance, as if they have nothing to do with you. You should take responsibility for the good things too.”

For instance, W invited me to take the EFIT course despite it only being largely available to people who signed up for a separate course because it required an in-depth understanding of attachment theory. But W shared that she was so impressed with how well-written my essay was that she noted me as, “this one can”, and then encouraged me to take the course while subsidising the fees. I do write good essays. And I can leave favourable impressions. She even invited me to work part-time for her, to help out with her invoicing and administrative stuff and in compensation, not only do I get paid $15/h, I’m also getting sponsored EFT training, which is a modality I am interested in. I also facilitated a successful couple’s counselling session which was crazy.

Other stuff:

Discovered and went to EFT (I learnt that this is a modality I'm geuninely interested in. Honestly kinda thinking of going to pursue a masters lmao but idk)

Made lu rou fan for the first time

Got a new guitar and tried learning music!

Began some brainspotting

Got mortar and pestle

Played many cool games. Like Disco Elysium (more roleplay!!!!)

Created my future vision board.

Entered an Armello competition. Won the first round with Ghor!

Sis graduated. Made me realised I would really like to have my own graduation.

Reba got me really a really cute handcrafted sushi keycap ;m;

Made new OCs like Breakfast, Kappa, Beanie (redesigned), Bullorgruokh, Ten, Martivihlar, Rae’zel and Kachimon! It’s been great to feel connected and invested in characters again.

Doubled up on my bed haha!

Tried mämmi, köyhät ritarit, for the first time and I love them! Ate reindeer steak. So GOOD.

Went to Desucon in Lahti!

Had an amazing summer! I made a video for the first time in forever chronicling our time together in Lapland.

Watched a ton of anime and shows with Aura and Luca. PMMM, Bubble, Mob Psycho 3, LOTR, Doctor Stone, Psycho Pass, Kimi ni Todoke (season 1+2), Physical 100, Bluey (fucking love Bluey), Death Note, Vinland Saga, ……just a ton that I don’t even remember now.

Learnt more about myself…maybe became more accepting about physical desires/needs (like intimacy, more casual than spiritual)

Also I learnt that I'm really impatient and restless sometimes so bye this year was pretty dope despite me being so stressed for more than half of it but I'm feeling good rn so I wanna end it on a good note!

#top things of the year #rei talks

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