#//ooc unable to answer this earlier

[prehistoric-android]

☯ Thoughts on Rin Okumura?

Eating his haft brother if he dies.

The heart is dead... It's never beaten.

[lozchi]

KNOCKDOWN Chapter 3

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Pairing(s):Sukuna x F!Reader, Modern AU

Themes: Suggestive content, profanity, mild violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, OOC, fluff, angst(ish),

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Chapter 3: 4,341 words

Toji strode with you backstage, leading you through the maze of corridors until you reach a quieter area. He grabbed a stool and placed it in front of you.

“He’s gonna take a bit. Though, post-match interviews usually don’t last long with him.” he chuckles.

You sat down nervously. The gratitude you felt for Toji and his child was immense; without them, you wouldn't have known what Sukuna was up to all this time.

"Can I have your name?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Toji Fushiguro," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice as he shook your hand. "I've been training Sukuna ever since I left the military. What's your name?"

You introduced yourself, and Toji smiled, the expression warm and knowing. Sukuna had never mentioned you to Toji, but it was clear you held a special place in Sukuna's heart. There was no way Sukuna would leave a framed picture of someone in his home if they weren't important.

"I can tell he's missed you." 

"I sure hope he did." you replied, your voice soft. "I've missed him too."

You sit there, heart racing as you wait for the moment you’ve been longing for, hoping that this reunion would be everything you’d dreamed it would be.

Toji was partly right. Sukuna didn’t take long because all his responses to the interview questions were half-assed. Still, interviewers swarmed like ants, and there were more comments and questions than usual.

"Thoughts after the fight? I win, so I reign."

"What made me want to switch weight classes? Well, I wanted to, I suppose."

"This is different from my other fights because I'm fighting a different person."

Needless to say, the reporters weren't satisfied and they guess they never will be.

Sukuna scanned the crowd, searching for you, but you were no longer there. Some people had left, and staff were cleaning the place up. However, he spotted the same people you had sat with earlier—your friends, he assumed. He figured they might have answers, so he approached them.

Haibara and Shoko were chattering to themselves, discussing the intensity of the fight and then shifting to how cruel their professors were.

"The feints were so unpredictable, I didn't see any of them coming." Haibara muttered.

"Yeah, like how our prof tells us to study for a specific topic and add a completely new one on the actual exam, what a ruthless old jerk."

Sukuna towered over them, he figured you guys were friends, so he thought to at least show some manners. "Hello, you guys acquainted with—"

Haibara cut him off, unable to contain his excitement. "Yes, we are! She headed backstage with Coach Fushiguro."

Sukuna nodded. "I see, thank you." he said, and without another word, he rushed to go find you.

-

You expected to see Sukuna as soon as you saw fluffy pink hair, but you were mistaken. A kid emerged from the bathroom, holding what appeared to be a Nintendo Switch.

 “Yuuji?!?” you exclaimed, recognizing the boy who had grown so much since the last time you saw him. You recalled the times where you played with Yuuji as a toddler while Sukuna worked on his part of a project.

Yuuji’s eyes lit up with pleasant surprise, and he ran to hug you. “I miss you!” he exclaimed, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“You’ve grown so much!” you marveled, holding him close. “And you’re still as lively as ever. I'm glad you still remember me.”

Yuuji beamed up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same infectious energy you remembered. “I’m so happy to see you!” he said, his excitement evident.

To be frank, Sukuna was quite irritated by the fact Yuuji reunited with you before he did–jealous, even.

“I see you’ve reunited with this annoying brat.” Sukuna said, withholding a smirk as he approached.

You looked up, and there he was. “Ugh, my day just got ruined.” you joked, playfully throwing a punch at him.

“Shut up. Don’t deny the fact that you missed—” Before he could finish, you captured him in an embrace. 

He was momentarily stunned. “—me...”

His initial surprise quickly melted into a deep sense of longing.

You felt awkward, your face pressed against his chest. It didn’t bother you a bit that he was sweaty and bloody after the fight, but he hesitated to return the hug.

You felt his body tense slightly before he melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around you with a firm, almost desperate grip. The contact was electrifying, his warmth seeping through the sweat and grime from the fight. It had been so long since you’d felt this close to him, and it felt as though the world had slipped away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared history and affection.

Sukuna held onto you tightly as if he was afraid of letting you go, his breath hitching slightly against your shoulder. You could sense the raw, unspoken emotion in his hold— profound dread of being parted from you once more. He pulled you closer, his grip tight, as if trying to erase the years of distance and disconnection between you. His heart pounded steadily against your chest, a rhythm of relief and longing.

For you, the feeling was equally overwhelming. You missed this closeness— the bickering, the physical contact, the warmth of his body, the sense of familiarity and safety that only he could provide. Your face pressed against his chest, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath.

As you looked up at him, you could see the mixture of emotions in his eyes—relief, happiness, and an unspoken plea for this moment to last forever. It was a fleeting glimpse of the connection that had always been there, buried beneath the surface.

“Congrats on the win, you big dope.” you said, looking up at him. “I’ll patch you up, just like old times.”

“Just like old times.” he huffed, a smile breaking through his irritation. “I’d like that.” 

“Now kiss!” Yuuji teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“EW, NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT.” You and Sukuna both complained in unison, recoiling from each other as if stung.

“Brat, just how disgusting can you get?” Sukuna added, glaring playfully at Yuuji.

You rolled your eyes, brushing off the embarrassment. “Seriously, Yuuji? What are you, five?”

Yuuji grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d caused. “I’m eight, actually.”

Sukuna ruffled Yuuji’s hair, his expression softening despite his irritation. “Don’t get any ideas, kid. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, super annoying friends. Especially Ryo.” you added, smirking up at Sukuna.

“Annoying, huh? You're the only annoying one here.” Sukuna’s eyes sparkled with amusement. 

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Alright, maybe I am, now let me help you." you offered Sukuna, gently guiding him toward a more secluded area where you could tend to his injuries. He hummed in response, a low, appreciative sound that resonated through the still air.

Toji smirked as you and Sukuna headed to a more secluded area. He leaned down to whisper something in Yuuji’s ear. "Yuuji, I have a favor for you."

Yuuji’s eyes lit up. He agreed happily, keeping the secret for now.

Once alone with Sukuna, you began to gather the necessary supplies to tend to his wounds. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of bandages and the occasional clink of medical tools. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with the tension between you.

“You know, I’m a pro fighter now.” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. “So I’m at least expecting a pro medic to help me out.”

You pouted playfully, dabbing antiseptic on a nasty cut. “I’m a med student. Isn’t that enough?”

Sukuna was taken aback for a moment. “A med student, huh? That actually suits you. You were always tending to my wounds after fights back then. Guess it’s not much different now.”

You smiled, touched by his words. “Yeah, I suppose it’s not. Though I hope you’ve learned to avoid getting into so many fights.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “I’m a fighter, remember? It’s kind of my job now. I even got myself an assistant, see them there?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately, wrapping a bandage around his hand. “Still, you could be a little more careful. I’d hate to see you get seriously hurt.”

This conversation felt like Deja vu. 

"Don't worry, I knit during my free time."

"NO."  

"I'm kidding, woman. Gosh, gullible as always." he chuckled, shaking his head. "But I cook."

"You can actually cook now?" you asked, coming off a bit condescending unintentionally.

"Well, duh, what do you take me for?" Sukuna shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. You were pleasantly surprised.

The both of you sat in silence for a moment.

"You were always good at patching me up after."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "I guess old habits die hard." you replied, carefully cleaning a cut on his cheek.

As you worked, Sukuna watched you intently. "You know," he said softly, "I never thought I'd see you again."

You met his gaze, your hands pausing for a moment. "Well, I'm just glad we're back in business again. You kicking ass and me making sure yours doesn't get kicked. It's been too long, I don't intend to part from you again."

Sukuna leaned in closer, and he reached out to gently touch your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s make sure we never do.”

You finished tending to his wounds, and he looked at you with a soft smile. "Thanks." he said, his voice carrying a depth of gratitude and affection.

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. "Anytime, Ryo."

When you finished patching Sukuna up, he stood and stretched, wincing slightly but looking much better. "Now, how about I take you out and grab some food? My assistant reserved a place"

You smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "That sounds great. But what about my friends? I feel a bit guilty for leaving them."

Sukuna nodded. "They can come too after I get cleaned up and changed. What about you, Toji?"

Toji approached the two of you, smiling warmly. “I’d love to join, but I’ve been longing to see Megumi and my wife. I should head home.”

“Of course, Toji,” you said, grateful for everything he’d done. “Thank you for everything.”

Toji nodded and patted Sukuna on the back. “Take care, Sukuna. And you,” he turned to you, “don’t be a stranger. Visit us sometime.”

As you headed back to find Shoko and Haibara, Sukuna made a point to thank Toji. “Thanks for everything, Toji. See you soon.”

You both made your way back to where Shoko and Haibara were waiting. Toji, with a knowing smirk, said his goodbyes and headed off, eager to reunite with his family. Sukuna turned to Haibara. "You guys can follow us in your car. She'll ride with me."

Haibara looked between you and Sukuna, a mischievous grin forming. "Alright, sounds good. See you there!"

Shoko gave you a thumbs-up. "Don’t worry about us. We’ll be right behind you." You swore you could've seen them exchange suspicious glances at each other, like how you and Shoko would usually communicate with your eyes. 

Sukuna led you to his car, a sleek, black vehicle that screamed luxury. He opened the door for you, and you slid in, feeling the smooth leather beneath you. He got in on the driver's side and started the engine. The night air was cool and refreshing, a perfect backdrop for the unexpected turn your evening had taken. The drive was quiet but comfortable, filled with the soft hum of the engine and the city lights flashing by. Yuuji, who had been playing a round of Overcooked on his Nintendo Switch, eventually dozed off in the back seat, his head resting against Uraume–the boy was probably drooling on them, but they seemed unbothered. He was probably tired of repeating "Are we there yet?" to Sukuna.

“I've missed this.” Sukuna began, glancing over at you as he drove, “Just being with you.” He reached over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before returning it to the steering wheel. 

"I’m glad you’re here.” You said quietly. You glanced at Sukuna, taking in the familiar features you hadn’t seen in so long. It was surreal, almost dreamlike, to be here with him again.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Sukuna handed the keys to Uraume and guided you inside. The place was cozy yet elegant, with a warm ambiance that made you feel instantly at ease. A waiter led you to a private table, and shortly after, Shoko and Haibara joined you, eyes wide with amazement at the upscale setting.

During the dinner, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and the sound of clinking glasses. The restaurant was cozy, with dim lighting that made the space feel intimate. You, Sukuna and Uraume sat at one end of the table, while Shoko and Haibara occupied the other–Yuuji in between them. As the night progressed, you found yourselves reminiscing about the past.

The dinner was filled with jokes and stories, with the discussion going smoothly. It was reminiscent of the past, but also filled with the delight of new moments forming. The unexpected reunion that had brought so much happiness made you feel thankful for the way things had unfolded.

Throughout the night, you couldn't help but steal glances at Sukuna, feeling a sense of warmth every time your gazes locked. It was evident that this was just the start, a fresh chapter in your lives that you were excited to discover alongside each other.

Uraume, Shoko, and Haibara, however, sensed something else going on between you two.

"Remember that time in high school when I got stood up?" you began, taking a sip of your drink. "And the guy who stood me up mysteriously couldn't attend classes the next day because he got jumped by someone?"

Sukuna smirked, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. "Oh, really? Sounds like he had it coming." he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"And that someone was you, Ryo," you added, looking directly at him.

Sukuna scoffed, shaking his head. "No idea what you're talking about," he said with a smirk, though his eyes suggested otherwise.

"Sure, sure." you replied, rolling your eyes. "You're going to keep denying it, but I know it was you."

He laughed, "Pure coincidence. I had nothing to do with it."

It was a sweet, if somewhat over-the-top, gesture that he would continue to deny to this day.

Everyone else at the table was equally engrossed in their own conversations, learning more about Yuuji. Unlike Sukuna in his youth, Yuuji was an undeniably good kid, earning praises from everyone.

"And my teacher said I was the goodest boy in the world." Yuuji announced proudly, his eyes shining.

Sukuna rolled his eyes and groaned. "You're still the brattiest to me. Teach's lying."

"You're just jealous."

Yuuji stuck his tongue out at Sukuna, who just chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair. Shoko and Haibara looked on with amusement, clearly enjoying the dynamic between the two.

You also learned a bit more about Uraume, Sukuna’s assistant. They’ve been working for him for a few years now. Started out as someone who could deal with his paperwork but they've become indispensable.

Throughout the evening, you and Sukuna were noticeably touchy. His arm would find its way around your shoulder, and your head would rest against his chest at times. It was natural and unspoken, yet it drew knowing looks from everyone else at the table.

-

After dinner, everyone gathered outside the restaurant to say their goodbyes. The night air was cool and crisp, a refreshing change from the warmth of the restaurant.

"You comin' with?" Haibara asked, looking back at you with Shoko by his side.

Sukuna glanced at you, a silent plea in his eyes. He didn't want to part ways just yet; he wanted to be the one to take you home. 

"I'll be there in a bit." you replied, smiling at your friends.

As Haibara and Shoko waved goodbye and walked towards their car, you turned to Sukuna. The two of you exchanged contact information, a simple act that seemed monumental considering how long it had been, a small but significant step you should have taken years ago.  Along with the contact info he provided, he also gave you Uraume's and Toji's in case he was unreachable.

"I followed you on your socials, by the way." you said with a grin. "Malevolent Chicken or something along those lines on IG, here–" 

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. "Huh, last time I tried searching for your name online, I couldn't find a thing."

"Were you... stalking me-?

"Don't get any ideas, you did the same." 

You laughed. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." Saving his phone number, you told him, "I'll keep in touch."

"Yeah, you better." Sukuna scoffed, but his eyes were soft as he pulled you into a hug. "I will too."

In his embrace, you felt a wave of emotions. This was a moment you had longed for, a reunion that felt both comforting and exciting. You looked up at him and smiled.

"See you soon, Ryo."

"See you soon."

"Be kind to Yuuji, hm?" you added softly, sensing that there was something more Sukuna hadn’t shared yet.

"I'm probably the only family he has for now. Though, there is Toji and-" he said, his voice low and serious.

"Count me in." you replied without hesitation. He decided to save this conversation for another time.

You pulled away from the hug and waved goodbye, walking towards Haibara and Shoko.

"Text me once you get home." He called out. 

As you left, Yuuji looked up at Sukuna mischievously. "Do you have a crush on—"

"Shut up or you'll end up like Geto. Saw how I beat him?"

“Ooooh! You do like her!” Yuuji’s teasing voice cut through the night air. "You have to rizz her!"

"What the fuck is a 'rizz'?"

"Uhhhh… Whatever! You should kiss her and get married!"

“No, ew.” Sukuna grimaced as he pushed Yuuji’s face away, shuddering when the boy licked his hand. “Oh, you disgusting piece of—Ugh.” He muttered, taking Yuuji and heading back to the car. 

"Uraume, can you drive? Let's go home. Something's wrong with this kid." Sukuna said as Yuuji clung onto his legs. The kid is fearless, he's gotta give him that.

"I, for one, think there is nothing wrong with Yuuji." Uraume commented. If they didn't know any better, they would say he was smitten with you.

-

As the car journeyed through the night, you gazed out the window, lost in thought. The city lights flickered past, each one a blur of movement and color.

“That went well.” Shoko remarked, breaking the silence.

“You think he has a girlfriend?” Haibara asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

You softly laughed, a nostalgic smile forming on your lips as you considered the idea of Sukuna having a girlfriend. It was nearly impossible to imagine, considering his mysterious charm and how he appeared to linger just beyond grasp. During your youth, Sukuna was the ultimate symbol of captivating charm– a powerful natural force that attracted admiration everywhere he went. 

He always caught people's attention with his impressive presence, and he was definitely well-liked, receiving numerous affections–even if he was rude and reckless. However, despite the attention from admirers and sporadic dates, none of his relationships ever appeared to have much depth or lasting power. They were resembling quick bursts of light that flickered and disappeared instantly after appearing. The concept of him settling for someone who could genuinely hold his elusive heart, felt almost like a whimsical fantasy.

“Huh, I’d probably get into a relationship before he does." you scoffed, half in jest.

“Easy, girl. You’re saying this as if you don’t spend 20 hours a day studying.” Shoko pointed out, her tone both teasing and concerned.

“In my defense, I took the first step of getting out of my academic bubble!” you countered, pouting.

You leaned back in your seat, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. You had done more than just the first step. You downloaded social media, watched a live fight, and reunited with your best friend after so many years.

You smiled to yourself, thinking you deserved a lot more credit for breaking out of your shell. 

As you looked out at the passing city lights, your thoughts drifted to Sukuna. The idea of him having a girlfriend didn't seem so impossible after all. As a prodigal fighter with a charismatic presence, it was only natural that he would attract attention and possibly even be involved with someone romantically.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized just how much you had missed out on over the years. Your knowledge about Sukuna’s current life was fragmented at best. You knew little about his personal affairs, his love life, or even his daily routines. The gaps in your understanding made you curious to catch up.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that Haibara had been talking to you. “–Right? Yo, you good there?” Haibara’s voice broke through your reverie.

“H-huh? Oh, yeah. Whatchu say again?” you stammered, trying to refocus.

“Hmm, nothing important...” Haibara replied, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity but dropping the subject.

You nodded absentmindedly, the questions about Sukuna’s life swirling in your mind as the car continued its journey through the night.

Haibara and Shoko exchanged knowing glances, their faces lighting up with mischievous smiles. “Hmm…” they hummed in unison, their eyes locking as they communicated silently.

Shoko’s eyes narrowed playfully. “She might be whipped for him.”

Haibara raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “It’s probably the other way around.”

“No, no. What if it’s both?!?”

Caught off guard, you glanced between them. “Are you guys communicating with your eyes? Shoko, I thought that was our thing!”

Haibara chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. “No, no. It’s also OUR thing,” he teased, glancing at Shoko.

You threw your hands up in mock frustration. “I feel betrayed.”

"Just discussing how cute you and Sukuna are together."

"More like how both of you are completely smitten," Shoko added, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "You two are ridiculous."

"Ridiculously right." Haibara quipped, earning a laugh from Shoko.

You shook your head, finding their assumptions about you and Sukuna absurd. "You two can't be serious. Falling for Sukuna? That's just ridiculous."

"You can't just touch each other like that and expect us to think you're 'just friends'," Haibara insisted.

Shoko nodded in agreement. "Yu, your wording is all over the place. You make it sound like—"

"Okay, sorry, sorry, but you get my point!" Haibara interrupted.

You scoffed at their words, rolling your eyes.

"Yu, focus on the road," Shoko said, gently reminding him.

Haibara glanced at you in the rearview mirror. "Think about it like this: would you think that me and Shoko are 'just friends' if we acted the same in front of you?"

You hesitated, trying to find the right words. "But Ryo and I are indeed 'just friends'. We've gone on separate dates and—"

"None of them lasted!" Shoko pointed out quickly.

"Oh, please," you retorted, feeling cornered.

Haibara leaned in, his tone softer yet insistent. "Then is Sukuna like a brother to you?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. "I wouldn't say yes, but I wouldn't say no either."

"Because it's weird!" Shoko concluded, her voice tinged with triumph.

You let out a sigh, feeling the weight of their observations. "Fine, maybe it's a bit weird. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with him."

"–Yet." Haibara added with a smirk.

"Come on, guys. I've been friends with him for years. I haven't seen him since my last day in high school. It's a bit odd that I'd develop feelings like that," you said, trying to sound convincing.

"Maybe give it some time," Haibara suggested, glancing at Shoko, who nodded in agreement.

They didn't want to push you, but they knew how much you had on your plate with college and everything else. If this meant you could focus on something outside your academic life, maybe you'd be able to unwind a bit.

"But y'know," Shoko added gently, "whatever your decision is, we support you."

You appreciated their support, even if you weren't entirely convinced by their perspective. The idea of developing romantic feelings for Sukuna after all these years seemed unlikely, but you couldn't deny that your recent reunion had stirred up emotions you hadn't anticipated.

-

As Uraume drove home, the rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to resonate with the storm of thoughts swirling chaotically in Sukuna's mind. The idea of seeing you in any way other than a cherished friend was inconceivable. Stupid Yuuji and his stupid little ideas.

Not in a thousand lifetimes would he ever view you as more than a best friend. 

You might be the most captivating person he’s ever laid eyes on, the sweetest and most loyal companion he could wish for, but nothing more than that. He would go to great lengths for you, spend the rest of his life with you but never see you as anything more than just a best friend.

“Hmph. There’s no way."

Even though your eyes were something that could break his very soul yet hold an affectionate gaze, 

“That’s just ridiculous.”

He brushed off the way he questioned his resolve when it came to your touch, warm and comforting on the coldest of days, 

“How preposterous.”

He won't bring himself or even learn to see you that way. 

"It's outrageous."

Because maybe, just maybe, staying friends was the best thing for both of you. It was better this way, he told himself, it had to be. It would be okay.

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huh? me? - sae itoshi

requested by: anon (yuyu)

paring: sae x fem!reader

au: college

cw: not established relationship, swearing, sae, aiku and shidou are friends, shidou. and aiku (needs his own warning too tbh), ooc sae probably (sorry aahh), shidou and aiku are mentioned by their last names, not proofread

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“Hey! I like you!” 

What. The fuck. The look of sheer confusion on Sae Itoshi’s face almost makes you laugh as you run away with your friend. What just happened? Did his crush, totally top secret by the way, just confess to him? Was it a joke? 

“The fuck was that?” you can hear Aiku and Shidou almost howling, ahem, laughing, from all the way down the hall.

“I… don’t know. ‘S not like it matters, anyway.” Sae sighs, running one of his hands through his light magenta hair, trying to ignore the sound of his heart almost racing in his ears. He watches as your laughing figure along with your friend slowly disappears down the hallway. How we want to run after you, but he can’t. Not in front of his friends, and certainly not while you’re at this ripe age. Well, who knows, maybe he’d just never see you again and maybe it was a joke. Yeah, that’s it. It must’ve been a joke.

Well, he was wrong. Very wrong. There, at his soccer practice, he scans the bleachers as his teammates join him on the field, and he sees a face he was almost dreading to see. At least, for the second time today. He groans, turning around, only to be met with a sly grinning Aiku and Shidou. He sighs, pushing Shidou’s weirdly close face away from his.

“What’s our little Sae thinking about? Pondering about a giiiiirrrrllll?” Aiku teases, getting an eye roll from Sae.

“Certainly not. I don’t have time for dating,” Sae speaks his mind and morals, but part of him wants to see, just once, how a little crush might go. And of course, Shidou had caught on. Long ago, obviously, but he never spoke up about it. Shocker, to be honest.

“But what about a crush? Surely the Sae Itoshi has felt even a little bit of romantic affection before, right? Or is he a loser who’s never date-” Shidou’s obnoxious voice is cut off by Sae slapping his hand over his mouth, groaning as Aiku continues laughing.

“Would you two cut it out?! Look, even if I do like a person, they probably wouldn't like me back or have a partner already.” he slowly removes his hand from Shidou’s mouth, glancing around the bleachers to see your familiar face again. 

“Looking for someone?” Aiku and another voice say in unison, followed by soft giggling from someone he almost feared to see again. Almost.

“No, why?” he replies in a nonchalant manner, one hand on his hip as his eyes meet yours. And how he wishes he didn’t, since now, he can’t look away. Well, that’s embarrassing. 

“Heeyyy, Sae, you didn’t answer me earlier!!” you giggle, clinging into Shidou’s arm as he tries not to laugh. key word; tries.

“You didn’t ask a question?” Sae finally manages to break eye contact, only for Aiku to make the maroon hair boy turn to face you. By force, with his hand in place for the boy to be unable to move.

“Well, yeaahhh… but you could’ve said something after!” you roll your eyes, pouting playfully as Shidou struggles to hide his laugh. Sae sighs, shooting Aiku an annoyed look. 

“Well, why don’t you repeat it for him, then? it seems our little Itoshi has forgotten,” Aiku’s voice slightly changes at the end, like how people’s voices change when they talk to babies. and you can see it’s driving said Itoshi insane. 

“Okay! Sae, I like you!!” you beam, making Shidou burst out with laughter. Aiku also laughs, letting go of Sae’s face. 

“What… Huh?? Me?? Are you sure you didn’t mean to confess to my loser brother?” it seems even the cold Sae Itoshi has to avert his gaze from you. You seem so genuine, with your confession and all. but he can’t help but be surprised, even the second time around. 

“You seem like the bigger loser right now, I can't lie. Don’t worry, I still like you for that!” you laugh along with the two other idiots. But he enjoys your laugh a lot more than the two lukewarm freaks he calls his friends.

“Oh please, me? A loser? You deserve the best of the best, as in, not a loser. And I guess I like you too,” he mutters all of his little rant, going especially quiet and soft at the last sentence.

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(not proof read, probably ooc)

Staring at the Logan variant in front of you feels weird. You spent a good amount of your life with him, or a version of him. You block out all the talking around you, just staring at him. He was younger than you remember. He was as beautiful as you remember. You had always thought that, even when he was old. You snap out of it when he looks you in the eye.

Your sight shifts to Wade, "so you in?", it takes you a minute to respond, confused, "Whatever her answer was", you gesture to Laura with your head. Wade starts to hype whatever it is he was talking about, up again, and you leave, deciding to go on a walk. It was better than staying there and stewing in thoughts.

You come back rather late, to the sight of Laura walking away from Logan. You stop and stare again, taking in the sight of him. "What's up with you and the staring problem?" This makes you freeze before shrugging, looking down to the ground again, standing unable to move. There's a tense silence before he speaks, "you knew me, didn't you?" You nod, hand moving to fiddle with the dog tag you remember being gifted by him when you last time you ever got to see his face.

Logaon furrows his brows when he realizes what it is you're playing with. He sighs before raising the bottle of alcohol in his hand to you, as if offering you some. You take it carefully from his hand and take a small swig before handing it back, and sitting next to him, going back to caressing the tag. "What was the Deadpool talking about earlier?" You say this in a daze.

Logan scoffs, "You said yes without even knowing what was going on?" You shrug, "I like to stay with Laura.", "What are you, her mom?" You don't respond to that immediately, going a bit ridged at the comment, shaking your head, "No... I'm not her mother. I am anything but a mother." You put the dog tag to your lips after saying this. There's a pause in the conversation for a moment, "He's going to try and get Cassandra to take him back home. Dumbass idea if you ask me. You all are probably going to die trying." You take a deep breath, "Well there's not much to live here for anyways. And if something happens to Laura, and I'm not there to at least try and stop it, I don't know what I'd do to myself.."

His eyes seem surprisingly curious as he looks at you, gaze shifting to his dog tag pressed against your mouth. "Were we close?" You think about it for a moment, "Guess that's one way to put it" He raises an eyebrow, "One way?" Taking a big breath you speak, admitting to something you denied for so long you never even got to say it, "I was in love with you." He nods, doesn't exactly look surprised, so you assume he's indifferent, which you can't blame him for being. "I am in love with you. I dream about you, every night, and every morning. You're always in the back of my mind, you're like a fever. Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm dying. Sometimes I wish I was dying. Falling in love with you was the biggest mistake in my life. But I don't think I'd have it in my heart to change it."

He still wears a blank face, which is almost irritating, but he wasn't yours, and you had to come to terms with that. Before you do, you'd like to pretend for a little while, "James, can I lay next to you tonight?" His expression falters slightly when called that, and after a bit of hesitation he nods. So that night you fall asleep beside him, and the next morning waking up to his sleeping face, you cry.

[divinesolas]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter Seven | Oh.

Summary | Jacaerys reflects, is annoyed by his family and learns some troubling news.

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

Warnings | not proofread, probably ooc, jealous jacaerys

Word count | 1.6k

Series Masterlist

After you had left, Jacaerys felt himself grow bored of the events. The lady who had interrupted you two of you was now clung to his side, faking sickness he got to leave the garden earlier than intended. But not before he snags one of the roses from a bush.

 Once he finally makes it back to his room he sighs and sits at his table with his head on his hands. How much more of this could he take? He lifts his head and admires the flowers you had given him earlier that morning and touches them lightly.

A knock on the door startled him, “Enter.” His mother walked in and he stood up, “Your grace-” The look on her face made him pause, “Mother.” She smiled.

“I heard you were feeling unwell, are you okay?” He nods as he looks down, unable to look at her, “I'm sorry mother I just…” He trails off, he doesn't know what to say. “You don't have to apologize for my sweetness.” She touches his cheek and lifts up his head, “Sit.” 

He sits down in the chair he was just in and she sits in a chair next to his and grabs his hand. “You can tell me anything you know about this.” He nods and looks down. “I know my mother.” She smiles and nudges him, “So are there any ladies you like.” He looks up at his mother with a slight glare and she laughs. “I'm just asking sweetheart there must be at least one who caught your eye.” He moves to shake his head no but his mothers words cause him to freeze, “Maybe a certain girl who brought you some flowers.” His eyes widened at her alarmed, How did she know- “I am not blind my boy it is nice being queen you have eyes and ears everywhere.”he’s embarrassed. “She is not a true mother.” She's quiet and has a pensive look on her face before answering. “I told you, Jacaerys, these festivities are for you. You are free to pursue anything or anyone you wish.” 

She squeezes his hand and smiles at him, “I do hope you can keep your options open however, This decision is not one to be made lightly.” He nods as he considers the other ladies but you are the only one who pops into his mind just as you had all day. “She is the only thing I can think about.” His mother gives him a shocked look at his admission before she can speak. Another voice cuts her off, “That's exactly how I felt about your mother.” Two of them look at daemon who had silently entered the room. Rhaenrya smiles at him as he comes over and places a hand on her shoulder.

“You remember what i told you earlier don't you.” He nods as the demon's earlier words play in his mind, ‘ pursue what you want.’ “What did you tell him?” Rhaenyra asks but daemon does answer, shaking his head with a smile. “I'm sorry to interrupt but they need you for a council meeting.”  Rhaenyra stands and nods as she kisses jacaerys head, “I love you.” “I love you too.”

They leave and jacaerys is left alone. He picks up the rose he had gathered earlier from the garden, he wanted to give you his rose, give you his heart, he didn't care had he just met you, many people married with less of a connection anyways it would be no different. He rummaged through his drawer to find a small knife daemon had given him as a child and sat back down in the chair. He had no clue how to dethorn a rose, his fingers started to bleed slightly as he held the rose in his hand, Despite not knowing how he knew he couldn't give it to you like this. He sat there for a while cutting away at the rose until it looked good. He didn't know if it was dethroned but it was the best he could do. 

He left his room and he looked around. Where could your room be? He had no clue where to even look, he began to roam the halls but stopped and thought to himself. He couldn't go to you directly, He hasn't even asked your father for permission to court you, it would be terrible. But how would he get the rose to you?  Lost in thought he barely notices ser erryk walk into the hall and looks alarmed to see the prince. “My prince!” Jacaerys looks at him and an idea comes to his mind. “Ser erryk.” Erryk bows, “Good afternoon my prince.” “Do you happen to know where the lady dunn’s room is?” Erryk tilts his head, confused, “I do my prince, is something the matter?” 

He looks around quickly, noticing no one is there he turns back to him, “I need you to deliver something to her room during tonight's dinner, you must not be seen.” Ser erryk nods hesitantly, “Of… Of course my prince, anything.” Jacaerys hands him the rose he had hidden behind his back. Ser Erryks eyes widen and he sighs in relief as he smiles, “Of course my prince.” Jacaerys nods and turns to leave.

He walks down the hallway feeling satisfied. Once you got his rose you would know his intentions then the next day he shall ask your father for permission to court you. He smiles to himself as he imagines you and your smiling face, seeing you laugh and hearing you talk. “Ugh you're disgusting.” Aegon, he stands leaning against a wall with a cup of wine in his hand. “Imagining that poor girl from the poor house again.” “Shut your mouth, Aegon, do not speak badly about her.” 

Aegon fakes hurt before he rolls his eyes, “You're stupid if you think you're going to marry that girl.” Jaacerys glares at him, “What do you mean?” Aegon shakes his head and turns away from him, taking another sip. “This whole event is a lie, you're not going to get a choice, it's just so your mother knows all of her options and she can pick one that suits her needs. When she went on tour she never got to pick, they forced her to marry ser laenor, Your feelings dont matter.” 

Despite how hurtful Aegon's words are, they seem so real he can't help but believe them. The voice in his head plays this earlier conversation with his parents in his head. Maybe Aegon is just screwing with him like always, or maybe he’s being serious. He's not laughing like he would usually do and he's not even trying to gauge his reaction. “You don't mean that.” Aegon scoffs and turns to leave, “Take my advice, just forget about her and move on, you won't see her again after this.” It's too real, he doesn't even wait to see what he’ll say, what his face would look like he's gone in a blink of an eye and it makes him sick.  

No, his mother wouldn't lie to him. His father wouldn't lie. Is this whole thing really just a pretend event? Dreadfills his bones as he thinks of the flower he had sent to you. Maybe he should find erryk and ask him not to, before he can go searching he's rushed back to his room to get ready for the feast.

He’s hoping he can see you during the feast. He’s quickly proven wrong however. He never gets to see you, between your far away seat and him having to dance he never even gets a moment alone. When he finally gets to breathe and looks for you he spots you talking with joffrey arryn. He feels sick, he wants to march over there and steal you away. He sees you laugh and his hands clenched into a fist, he wants to be the one standing in front of you, getting to admire you and chat with you.

He almost walks over there but he doesn't get the chance as you leave, his eyes follow you as you go. He shakes his head and attempts to get back into the conversation this girl is desperately trying to keep in front of him but he can only think about you.

The next morning he woke up feeling worse, he had tossed and turned for the majority of the night not being able to find peace. Once he had been dressed for the day he had breakfast sent to his room to avoid his family.

Despite when all he wants to do is lay in his bed and rot his brother comes knocking on the door. “Come on, let's go train.” Jacaerys sighs as he sees lucerys and aemond standing in his doorway. “I dont know-” “It is your duty as crowned prince you must come.” Hearing almonds tone he knows he can't get out of it and gets up, “What has you so upset anyways?” Lucerys asks as they begin to walk down the hallway. “Well he's obviously heard the news.” This confuses jacaerys, “What news?” Aemond is not the one who turns to him confused, “The news that the lady dunn has entered a courtship with ser arryn for the vale? Is that not why you wear that odd look?” Jacaerys freezes and he feels sick, he hopes he’ll snap out of his dream and wake up to reality but it never comes and lucerys wears a face of horror. “Really?” “Yes, he asked her father for permission this morning.” All he wants them to do is shut up. Lucerys turns back to jacaerys “Brother-” “Do not say anything.”  

This can't be happening. 

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[nightghoul381]

Another entry for @aquagirl1978's A Series of Firsts CCC!!

Guilty Pleasure Kagari Amagase x Reader Prompt: First Look-First time realizing your feelings for one another Genre: Fluff WC: 1k A/N: Since there is next to no information about him this could be very OOC but I got the okay from a Kagari fan that it was cute so enjoy!!

Watching him from your bedroom window has become a secret hobby of yours. Kagari wakes early every morning, taking the empty courtyard beyond your window as his private training ground. The first day you’d discovered him out there, you’d been surprised hearing aggressive grunting upon returning to your room from the kitchen.

Unable to resist the draw of curiosity, you made your way over to the open window to see the second prince swinging his blade through the air, silver metal glinting in the moonlight. His form was exquisite and watching him move was like witnessing the steps of a dancer performing an intricate routine. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him and end up losing track of time as you track his movements.

Morning after morning, day after day you continue to observe Kagari as he trains. You hate to admit that seeing his passion and determination in training has changed your opinion on the otherwise rude and arrogant prince.

You tried to tell yourself you were just interested in watching how he trains, but more and more recently your attention drifts to the way his muscles move and the way his brow creases as he accomplishes a complicated set of motions.

This morning, you wake so much earlier than normal. For some reason you can’t justify in your mind you decided yesterday that you were going to sneak into the courtyard for a closer look.

You find a hidden area behind a small bush that still gave a clear view of the courtyard, but the new angle and proximity has you heart racing with excitement.

The soft, muffled footsteps of boots against grass draw your attention to the archway leading into the courtyard. Your breath catches as you see Kagari stride into view. His torso is completely bare and a light sheen of sweat coats his skin and reflects brightly among the pale silvery moonlight.

He hardly begins his training when he stops, his head turning this way and that, as though he’s searching for something. You hold your breath in anticipation when his green eyes meet yours and a smug smile crosses his lips.

“I know you’re there, no idea why you’re hiding though. C’mon out.”

Kagari’s eyebrow cocks as he continues to look over his shoulder at you. How did he know? You swallow thickly, clambering out of your hiding spot and staring down at your feet.

“Ah, it’s you. What’re you doing in the bush?” Kagari asks, making his way over to you. Your face grows hot with embarrassment and you wrap your arms around yourself.

You can’t even come up with a good enough excuse to give him and instead keep your gaze fixated on the ground below you.

You feel a finger hook under your chin, tipping your head up roughly to look into the emerald stare of the prince before you.

“Ya gonna answer me? I have training to do and I don’t got time for distractions,” he muttered, the coldness in his tone matching that in his expression and you feel the skin on the back of your neck stand up. This is how you remember the second prince; cold, ruthless, and intimidating.

“I’m sorry Prince Kagari, I’ll leave now!” You whimper, trying to pull away from his grasp, only to be caught by your arm and held in place.

“I didn’t tell ya to leave.”

There was a sharp edge to his tone, but you notice that his grip on you arm is surprisingly gentle.

“Tell me what you’re doing out here. And don’t even think about lying.”

His command left no room for argument and the words tumble out of your mouth before you realize what you’re saying.

“I just wanted a chance to see how you train from up close.”

Shock flickers on Kagari’s face and you squeeze your eyes shut. How much more embarrassed can you make yourself?

“You’ve been watchin’ me?” he murmurs, tilting his head to one side.

“Ah… yes.” You squeak, shrinking in on yourself, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you right then and there. You waiting for him to start yelling and telling you how creepy you were. What sort of person watches someone train in secret?

Instead you hear a loud bellow of laughter and you stare up at him with shock.

“It’s about time! I was wondering if you were ever gonna come down from the window and say hello. I know you’ve been watching. Not really sure how you thought you were being subtle about it, honestly. You could’ve just said something the first time.”

This is so embarrassing! You bury your face in your hands and crouch down.

“I’m so sorry Prince Kagari, I can’t believe how disrespectful I’ve been, please forgive me, don’t have me executed!” You bow your head to him, awaiting the cold steel of his blade meeting your skin. Surely spying on the prince is an offense worse than treason.

“You’re an idiot aren’t you? I never said I was mad. I was tryin’ to get you to look at me and it worked. Now I got you here, I’m sure as hell not gonna kill ya.”

Kagari’s firm hands pull you back to your feet and you secretly wonder to yourself if you’re actually still asleep. There’s no way he would want your attention, was there? Why would he?

“You really are dumb,” Kagari chuckled, ruffling your hair and walking away toward the middle of the courtyard.

“Get some sleep dummy. I’m sure you’ll be watchin’ me tomorrow.”

Heart pounding and head spinning, you make your way back up to your room. You can’t help but peek out your window and notice Kagari looking up at you with an arrogant smile and wave of his hand, before he turns his attention back to his training.

Your face is hot and you climb into your bed, your mind brimming with thoughts of the gorgeous prince. You’re not entirely sure when it happened, but there’s no denying it now. You find yourself extremely attracted to the second prince of Kogyoku, and you’re not sure exactly what to do with this realization.

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[pandoradoesotherstuff]

Joel Miller x (fem) reader

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A/N: Oh boy, here it is! My very first "The Last of Us" fic and of course it is smut. 😂😂😂 Blame @astrandofgold I told them to pick a blorbo and here we are. 😅 (edited to tag @savage-rhi because I feel like you asked me too but now I'm doubting myself. 🤦‍♀️apologies!)

Full disclosure: I've only ever played TLOU 1 and even that was a while ago so if it's kinda OOC then I'm sorry, I tried. 🙈

So uh, yeah...Enjoy! ❤️

The tension was practically palpable as you sat next to each other on the scavenged lumpy couch. His thigh was almost touching yours, his sheer body heat driving you crazy as Ellie sat on the mismatched equally lumpy armchair, excitedly explaining everything she’d seen outside the walls of Jackson while Tommy had been showing her the perimeter.  

“Looks like you’re settling in great kiddo”. You grin, subtly elbowing Joel in the ribs to add something. 

“Just be careful out there, don’t let your guard down”. 

Ellie rolls her eyes in response but you both know from the way his lips curl in a subtle smile that he’s secretly pleased that she’s doing well. You squeeze his thigh just above the knee, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as his eyes meet yours. 

“Are you guys gonna kiss or something?!” Ellie asks with a note of teenage disgust in her voice as she looks at both of you. 

“Ellie…” Joel grumbles in warning, quickly looking away from you as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. 

“Gross”. She stands up with a stretch and grabs her backpack she’d thrown haphazardly on the floor when she’d entered earlier unannounced. “I better go, promised Tommy I’d help him with the horses. See you at home for dinner?” She leaves without waiting for an answer, the door closing loudly behind her. You were alone at last. 

Joel’s demeanour changes as soon as you are alone. He stands up without a word and walks to the door, swiftly locking it. You can’t help but watch the way he moves, all solid muscle and sinew from years of surviving the outbreak. Heat prickles along your skin as he stalks back into the living room, dark eyes raking over you like a predator cornering its prey. 

“Joel, I-” 

“-upstairs, now”. His words are quiet but firm, holding out a large hand for you to take. You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his, heat already beginning to creep through your veins as he leads you quickly up the stairs to the small bedroom that was his. 

The door is barely shut before Joel has you pressed against it, lips working feverishly against yours as his hands grip your waist tightly. Your arms fly up to wrap around his neck, unable to get physically close enough to him as you kiss him back with the same passion. A small whine leaves your lips as his tongue snakes its way in, fighting for dominance with yours. All too soon, he breaks away to leave a trail of blazing kisses down your neck, fingers tearing open your shirt, scattering buttons across the room. 

“Jesus Joel, that’s my on-”

You cut yourself off with a yelp as he grabs your breasts, kneading them in his strong hands before pushing the shirt fully off your shoulders and unclips your bra swiftly. His knee slots between your parted thighs snuggly as he rolls your hardened buds between his calloused fingertips.

“Gonna make you mine, sweet heart. Gonna fill you up so good you won’t remember anything except my name, would you like that?”

You can only pant and whimper and nod as you grind your hips down onto his thick strong thigh, already feeling yourself dripping wet against your now ruined underwear.  

“Use. Your. Words”. 

“Y-yes…oh god! Please, p-please…fuck me Joel!”

You’re not sure if you imagined it or not but you could have sworn you heard a slight growl as he leads you roughly by the hips onto the double bed crammed into the corner of the small room. The old springs and boards creak and groan under the sudden impact of your weight as Joel unceremoniously pushes you back. You loved seeing this rougher side to him, the side that was wild and untamed, passionate and dominating. It didn’t make an appearance often but when it did, he didn’t hold back. 

He wastes no time crawling over your body, lips back on yours as he makes short work of undoing your pants and yanking them down. You kick them off a little clumsily as his hand is splayed over your sternum before sliding down to push your underwear aside. A loud gasp tears itself from your mouth as one of his fingers finds your already swollen and needy clit, rubbing infuriatingly gentle circles on it before making its way to your soaked core. 

“That’s it”, he breathes heavily. “So fucking ready for me already, huh? That how bad you want this, sweetheart?” Joel’s belt hits the floor with a loud clunk, quickly freeing his painfully hard erection as his jeans also hit the floor next to yours somewhere. Your thighs are already quivering slightly with need, whimpers pouring forth unable to be stopped as his engorged tip nudges at your dripping entrance before sliding in ever so agonisingly slowly. His forehead presses against yours once fully seated inside you, giving you a moment's respite to adjust to his sheer girth and length.

Joel’s kisses trail down your neck again before he starts moving his hips, ever so slowly at first. You wrap your legs instinctively around him, playfully squeezing him with your thighs to let him know it was okay to speed up. 

The older man affectionately kisses the tip of your nose before once again burying his face in your neck, teeth biting into the delicate flesh of your shoulder as he gives you a few slow powerful thrusts, drawing himself right out to the tip each time before slamming back in. Your nails rake at his back hard enough to leave bright red scratch marks as he finally stops his teasing ways and fucks you properly. The bed creaks dangerously, headboard repeatedly banging against the wall so loud that you couldn’t be sure all of Jackson hadn’t heard it. 

“I’m going to -fuck- breed you so fucking good, g-gonna fill you up so every one knows who you belong -jesus christ- …belong too. A-and you’re gonna lie there and…ugh…gonna lie there and take it!” 

You moan loudly in agreement, every nerve in your body on fire as he repeatedly fills you to the hilt over and over again, clinging to him for dear life as he fucks the very soul out of you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him so perfectly. 

“P-please…please…” You barely manage to stutter out in between continuous moans, not even sure what you were asking for. 

“I got you, sweet heart”, he mumbles before just managing to slide a hand between your bodies to roughly stroke over your clit. It was rough and sloppy but it was more than enough to tip you over the edge. Your mouth hangs wide open in a silent scream, nails digging into his shoulders sharply as you cum hard, Joel’s name now echoing around the room. His hips stutter and lose their rhythm as his own release starts getting closer. 

“Cum for me Joel, need to feel you filling me up”. You whisper encouragingly in his ear as your body trembles with delicious overstimulation. With a deep groan of your name you feel him spill inside you, your walls clenching him tight to milk every drop of his seed you could. Joel collapses next to you with a grunt, pulling you into his arms as you both try to catch your breath. He nuzzles into your hair, kissing the top of your head softly as you bask in your post orgasm glow. 

“Are you hurt?” His gruff voice is low and almost soft as he gazes down at you with an affectionate look that was saved for when you were both completely alone. 

“No more than I wanted to be”, you tease. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, tease the old man. Sure”. 

You can’t help but laugh as you snuggle into his chest. 

“That’s what I’m here for”. 

Joel kisses the top of your head again as his breathing starts to even out slow and deep. 

“Ellie will be back later”, you whispering some sort of warning.

“Why do you think I locked the door?” 

You can’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you allow your eyes to slip close and drift off into the most comfortable sleep you’d had in a long time.

[pochapal]

would you be able to briefly explain the meta stuff in the homestuck epilogues? i've never read any hs, but i'd be interested to know for myself how close you are in comparing it to umineko since you keep bringing it up.

caveat for mega massive homestuck epilogues spoilers (also caveat that this post got way too long) but basically my thinking on all this is as follows:

the whole of the homestuck epilogues are "meta" but to track it through the plot, a bunch of characters in the homestuck epilogues begin to undergo a process they refer to as "reaching the ultimate self" (debatable) which the text itself defines as an individual growing aware of the existence of their various alternate selves across timelines/canons. since the epilogues/homestuck^2 continuity died before we got any concrete answers a lot of this is more interpretation than fact, but essentially this leads to a kind of existence where your consciousness is placed on a level "above" that of your canonical reality, allowing you to see it as the story it is.

within the context of the homestuck epilogues this happens to two people that we know of, with a suspected third. the opening acts of the story cover rose lalonde's ascendancy to this state, which manifests as a series of visions of alternative realities and a growing awareness of what is/isn't canonical to homestuck (one other major feature of the homestuck epilogues in particular is that the characters and world are now at least one degree separated from canon itself - there's a lot of stuff in here about fanfic presentation/ooc tropes and the like). throughout the half of the story where they stay moored to canon (known as "meat"), rose's condition worsens as she turns to dirk strider for solace. about a third of the way through this epilogue the two have an extended conversation about textuality and puppetry and your place as a passive/active agent in the narrative fabric which ends with this bombshell cliffhanger:

the reveal here is that, at least for the duration of the epilogues' narrative, dirk strider has been in the driver's seat of the story and has been manipulating/nudging things according to his overarching goal of keeping the story "relevant" even though homestuck's main narrative ended years ago (homestuck itself features a great number of villains hijacking/rewriting homestuck at various points for their own ends so this is not without precedent) (this is also most likely an intertextual shoutout/callback to seminal fanfiction detective pony, which shares basically all of the dna of the epilogues in a truncated form done years earlier as an extended response to a short-lived bit in homestuck itself) (if you also look closely there are shade's of 999's "he knew because i knew" present too) (there are many layers to this).

in order to do all this, dirk has seized a great degree of control of the narrative engine driving the epilogues' reality. he is able to dominate how we perceive things by literally painting over the story in his own text color and voice and is able to put thoughts in people's heads and words in their own mouths - that said, there is a limitation to this ability, where even though dirk-as-narrator could do whatever he wants, in order for any of this to Matter everything he makes everyone do must always be believably within character for them to do, even if it lies at the more extreme end of their characterization (see a later chapter in the epilogues where there's an emotionally charged breakup/confession between himself and jake english with whom he has a storied and volatile romantic history with - dirk wants jake to do things one way, but jake himself thinks/feels in another and thus this tension underpins the scene).

throughout the plot, dirk brute force narrates certain events, manipulating characters and outcomes in his favor (he ensures john egbert, who has the ability to alter canon irrespective of the rules of the text, is killed off and unable to interfere. dirk also rigs an election for a whole other slew of reasons that are tangentially relevant). his driving motive, despite the overt villainous posturing, is a deep love for his friends and a deep fear that all face a fate worse than oblivion without an active and engaging story to inhabit. if that destroys the happy ending of homestuck, then so be it.

meanwhile, in the other half of the story (titled "candy"), these machinations do not go unnoticed. calliope, or to be more specific the version of calliope who ascended to godhood and then ghosthood and defeated the main villain of homestuck by absorbing him and all of his metanarrative poisoning into a literal black hole that is also a metaphorical stand-in for "fanon", grows aware that in one world there is one person who is disrupting the narrative peace of postcanon for his own selfish ends, thereby threatening to permanently rupture the eternal harmony such a state of being should have entitled their entire reality to. this itself is a bare-faced lie as candy goes to painstaking lengths to show the terrible consequences that come from the characters abandoning canon and complacently accepting their lot in a world that "doesn't matter" - this includes greatest hits such as "everyone gets married and has kids young, then epic divorces each other, then descends into a series of increasingly absurd and abusive relationships, and oh whoops somebody did a fascism and now there's a planetwide war being fought".

so. while the world of candy is falling to shit, calliope is behind the scenes working things to try and break out of her self-imposed impassible black hole in order to return to canon and put a stop to dirk's antics. it is heavily implied that she's been tipping the narrative scales in order to escalate things in the candy timeline to the point of chaotic absurdity in order to make it the most relevant point in fanon and thus a beacon for lord english's body to end up (there are many other dubious factors at play here, such as an incessant need to keep everything under her aegis for their own good and a drive to transform everything into a fanfiction-esque """utopia"""). the plan is to use the remnants of english/canon to break free of fanon and confront dirk somewhere beyond canon (this is where the story's chronology ends so we never got a concrete answer to what that'll look like).

one key thing here is that unlike dirk who saw fit to paint the town orange in his narrative dominion, calliope controls candy with a much more subtle touch, preferring to fall so far back into the narrative that it's almost impossible to say whether these absurd things everyone is doing is something they would have done on their own terms or something calliope is making them do (not helped of course by the fact that candy is dominated by well-known fandom tropes that help to distort the reader's perspective on what these characters "should" be like). this is by design - a lot of her philosophy is that the most effective story is one in which the speaker is as unseen as possible although one can never have a story without a speaker, nor a speaker without an agenda. see the following (NOTE: if you're looking at this sans context, calliope in this chapter is possessing the body of jade harley in order to use her as a conduit/vessel so that she can be physically present on this plane of reality, hence the dialogue tag. aradia is just aradia):

so. dirk seizes control of meat through a brute-force attack where you can only notice his narrative imprint and nothing else, and calliope dominates the narrative through an all-encompassing subtlety where it's impossible to tell where the story ends and calliope begins. a hostile first person narrative versus a hostile third-person omniscient narrative.

this culminates in a back-and-forth between the two where both try to assert their contradictory version of events as the "true" narrative, engaging in a yes-and squabble as they build upon and refute what the other is saying in order to come out on top.

there's a lot of questions of narrative "truth" here, of which version of events gets to be assigned "real" and how that assignment happens. is it the most logically compelling story? or the most emotionally resonant one? this is further explored in a subplot with character roxy lalonde, who undergoes two separate trans character arcs in each timeline with different outcomes (in meat a 23-year-old roxy embraces his identity as transmasculine, and in candy a 39-year-old roxy reflects on how her relationship to motherhood and her relationship to gender do not cancel one another out). but basically the crux of the homestuck epilogues is who gets to be the one to tell a story, and why? and what happens when irreconcilable accounts fight each other for the position of the One True Narrative Version Of Events?

the epilogues give a lot of questions on this front with very few answers (the only real answer is "read everything in its entirety and try your hardest to truly understand what is being told to you, and then you as a reader have the responsibility to decide and construct the final meaning for yourself") which i suppose is par for the course for a text of this nature.

(for further reading/consideration on this post-canon dilemma, also check out godfeels and the 3.1 epilogue which wrestles with these same concepts on an adjacent axis - particularly good stuff about the role of reader response and audience interpretation in here!)

(for even further reading/a way sillier plug also check out my own fic omelette route which is my personal thematic extension and understanding of everything the epilogues left behind and also a whole bunch of other things too long to get into in a brief self-promo lmao)

to bring this waaaaaay back to my umineko discussion points, this dirk/calliope/narrative thing is essentially the baseline with which i am examining umineko's narrative quirks. i don't necessarily think there'll be any 1:1 correlation with this specific brand of narration nonsense but i think this is a useful framework in general for thinking about stories about stories and how people intersect with their own narratives.

for umineko in particular i'm interested in the "course-correction" part of the epilogues and how the narrators show their hands most when things risk not going their way (see the third screenshot for the best example). i don't think anything'll be this over but what is "his finger tenses up and the gun doesn't fire" if not a more extreme version of "this mystery wasn't worth thinking about any more, so everybody left the crime scene as it was"?

if there's no "free will" in a story, then it ceases to be a compelling story at all. this rings true even outside of crazy metafiction stuff. if there isn't any evidence of the actors in the script, well, *acting*, then what's the point of telling your story as a story? there has to be that element of unpredictability and uncertainty to prove the thing you're constructing is alive and matters, even if that runs the risk of throwing your own plans off the rails (another way to frame all this the metaphor of the plot "getting away" from the author in the process of writing).

the narrator in umineko may not appreciate the way that battler is constantly threatening to undermine their carefully-plotted mystery narrative, but if battler just danced to their tune all the time then this isn't a story or a mystery but instead a one-person puppetshow using "real" human beings as the marionettes. a compliant battler ceases to be battler but instead a narrator using battler to sate their own whims, a story without an audience, etc etc etc.

but that balancing act is hard. you need to tell your story and you need the people in your story to act in all the right ways without accidentally transforming you narrative efforts into yet another meaningless diatribe. it needs to be meaningful. it needs to be more than navel-gazing for its own sake.

even outside of the meta stuff you see this with the culprits of the in-universe Witch Narrative. genji/kinzo et al could very easily brute force the family at gunpoint to play along with the story of beatrice and the supernatural, but threat alone isn't enough to grant something "existence". the deeper truths will remain buried without that organic spark of belief, without that chance for the other characters to contribute in their own way to the collective narrative. it's important that eva as a collaborator still makes everything about her steadfast belief that natsuhi's complicit in a coverup conspiracy instead of just robotically affirming "this is demonic beatrice is real and definitely exists". eva and natsuhi don't need to be at each other's throats to create the illusion of a witch killing people, but them being able to do so in proximity of the witch narrative validates the truths of their beliefs and the "truth" of beatrice's existence. it makes it more real to the other family members and to us.

this is very much the same dilemma as the homestuck epilogues. you as a narrator have an agenda, but you also need the people around you to augment that in a convincing and compelling way. you are not just seeking out a truth, you are telling a story. the homestuck epilogues are a story. umineko is a story. a story requires a narrator, characters, and an audience that cares about what is being presented to them. i've brought it up before, but in this way meat/candy and detective/romantic as dichotomies serve very similar purposes when it comes to narrative-building philosophy. you have to approach this dialectically if you are to produce something with any value.

so, in summary: the homestuck epilogues are driven by the tension inherent to filtering "reality" through a narrative lens and how to reconcile the unpredictability of real people with drive to have your message be heard. umineko, as a mystery presented through self-conscious narrative construction, can be understood through similar terms even if the two texts aren't necessarily directly related in this manner. there is a tension of control and truth when it comes to telling a story of your own, and on many levels both stories are about finding a way to reconcile this tension within their respective storytelling "languages".

meaning cannot be found in isolation. a story needs more than one moving part. juggling things beyond your control is simultaneously the most impossible and necessary thing you need to do in order to build a narrative that matters, be it piloting your reality back into canonicity or infusing an island with the legend of an ancient and powerful witch. it's all the same thing in the end.

[mayspicer]

This is my stream of consciousness essay into the void because I need to gather my thoughts.

I'm better btw, it's been a wild weekend but most of the stuff is resolved... Now only the comic issue remains. I hate conflicts and do everything in my power to end them but also I have no tolerance for unfairness and being untruthful. And the other person has a tendency to come up with arguments for the sake of them and treating the slightest criticism as insults. My priority is to make the situation clear for all sides and unfortunately they keep proving that they are unable to look at a situation from any other perspective than their own.

Still I like that person and never meant to shame or ridicule them. The goal was to laugh at the situation, not at the people involved. I usually enjoy interacting with them and drawing their characters. I don't want something as dumb as this to make the atmosphere sour. I'm still thinking of a way to convince them that I really mean no harm and it's normal that situations when a character does something dumb and others comment on it happen. I need to think of a way to make things right but that won't trigger their defensive reaction and won't encourage them to keep taking any disagreement with their ideas as grave offence.

We play together in multiple campaigns and different systems. This issue is present in every one of them and is not exclusively initiated by me if it happens. They sometimes take questionable actions they can't explain in or out of game. Some of them are clearly made because the player wanted to do something cool in their head but did not consider the context at all. And instead of admitting that (probably would need to admit it to themself first) out of character, they just go deeper and deeper with escalating and thinking up their reasons as they go. There is nothing wrong in trying to do something cool just because, even when it's out of place. If only they were able to just say that they did whatever because they thought it made sense in their head or because they thought it would be cool or something... I think others would just accept that and leave it, I know I would. But when they keep insisting that, in this case, the action made perfect strategic sense for the character because they can't afford my character to die because he's too important, when two whole sessions of context say otherwise... And when asked what makes them think that way, they can't answer... I'm just gonna keep asking, because I want to know their reasoning if it makes the actions make so much sense. Because the only things I see in the context that I know are double standards and treating me like I don't know how to manage my character. The context that is important ooc is that the player is fond of my character, is my friend and probably did the thing without thinking, or forgot about their earlier stance or whatever. I think ooc reasons can be as much important as in character ones and I wish that player was able to open their mind a little to a possibility that people sometimes do stuff that is not entirely thought out and there is nothing wrong in admitting that.

Actually I think I learned that from some Tumblr post ages ago, but learning to say "I don't know" is really freeing. You don't have to know everything and actually it's not even possible. But admitting that opens an opportunity to learn something new. And this is one of the problems that player has. They have this reaction when presented with a situation or concept they are not familiar or confident with, where they just improwise and make stuff up not to admit they made a mistake or don't know something.

Idk where I'm really going with writing all of this here.

My mistake in this situation was not thinking enough about possible reactions when I got the idea to draw. I shouldn't be required to do so, and the situation resolved in character in a way that made it seem pretty clear but still I could've done that. I am aware that the context I wrote seems excessive when viewed by the people that were present, but I wanted to include everything so even random people not familiar with the system and characters can get the idea. I also wanted to provide every bit of context that made me react with confusion then and really show how ridiculous, silly, but also frustrating all of this was.

I started drawing the next day after the session and there was another different session with the same player later that day. It was a mess and a big part of it was the same player's character acting really weird. This unfortunately prompted an in character confrontation or two between multiple characters, one of which I felt the need to clarify out of character for it to stop escalating any further, because it started to sound out of character anyway. Everyone tried to explain from multiple angles why they are against what that player's character was suggesting but all we accomplished was being accused of dogpiling them and the player not saying a word to anyone other than the GM until the end of the session.

This was brought up when I posted the comic on the discord. They said I can't blame them for their reaction because they are always unfairly criticised by everyone, the above as an example, so it was clear this was my goal here, to publicly shame them, despite me literally writing an apology in the same message with the pictures, where I acknowledge that this might look like I want to make fun of the player and this was not my intention at all, followed by explaining my actual honest intentions.

Ehhh. I hate this situation. I told them I'll try to avoid drawing their characters in the future out of fear of miscalculating again, but I really don't wanna do anything like that. I just want to be believed, to not have some thought up agendas forced on me. The comic was insensitive, but that should be just it. I can take criticism and if approached differently from the beginning I would've probably apologized even more than I did when initially posting.

Fagsgsfafdh I'll try to compose a diplomatic message to them before the next session. I fear they will feel the need to start over from the beginning with feeling offended and their need to argue and win the discussion. They like to respond for the sake of it and endlessly go over the same few arguments after they were already addressed and cleared out. They tend to have a need to have the last word without any care for the actual context.

I'm venting a lot, it's complicated. Writing such an essay about a friend's flaws is not a great thing. I'm just really lost and I want to identify the problems to work around them. I'm not doing this to show how terrible and flawed they are because they aren't, no more than anyone else anyway. I could write an essay many times longer about my character flaws. I'm just going over and over this one flaw of theirs that is the root of multiple different conflicts over the years.

I'm not looking for a solution here really, I'm writing to just get this stuff out. I will approach them and try to act adult or something, which unfortunately includes expecting the same.

They are literally one of the people I like playing with the most. I'm just in a bad place, very bad, even though it's better than yesterday. And I am Polish, I have to whine, it's genetic I think xd

So whining I am and it helps a little.

I hate how ridiculous all of this is. I hate how much stress it costs me, a stupid comic about a stupid situation in a game. That grew to such proportions in someone else's head that now I'm pulled into officially fighting with them over things such as healing my character in a way they made no sense in context.

I want my character to be safe and healthy but I don't want to be treated differently for no real reason. I don't want Cayden to get hurt but come on! It's not about healing but it sure does seem to look like it is from the outside. I fear that this will bite me in the ass and something happens to Cayden because the circumstances reverse and I will be treated differently just in an opposite way now because I get angry when people help me which is not the case. Aaaaa.

Time to sleep. This has been my stream of consciousness. I hope I didn't come off as as ungrateful as I feel I must be, picking on stuff like that. Bleh.

Ridiculous, all of it.

[oisin-hakinvar]

"kind" warlock/monk anon here (very kind of you to call me that btw)

I was going to thank you for your in-depth response to my ask (and the attached unsubtle threat towards those who made fun of me) earlier, but then the Baron crisis happened, so I figured I would wait until you were less busy.

I have many ideas on structural changes to Auegfort that would massively benefit the warlock students, but I hadn't considered that the way classes were divided to be a problem until I read your response.

Aside from that, I have another question. Do you know how to imbue an item with a spell? I've been trying to enchant my quarterstaff so that on a successful attack it casts the spell I put in it, but so far I've had no luck. I even tried asking my patron if he could do it, but he seemed unable to (for some reason). I figured after like two months of working on it I'd cave and ask for help. It's totally fine if you don't know the answer either though.

(ooc: My asks were sent from the perspective of my fhsona and I was wondering if I should make a rp account for them. Do you think it would be a good idea? If not, I could stay a recurring anon.)

I'm glad my long winded ask response was helpful for you! As for your magic item related question, while transmutation and the magic needed for this isn't my specialty, I'd say that on basic principles you probably need a staff made of an arcanically(ooc is that a real word) significant material, such as an extraplanar metal or wood, or a body part of a magical creature, like a piece of horn, tusk, or bone. If that's already true of your staff, it's possible that your patron's system of spell-granting doesn't allow for that degree of flexible casting. This can be true for many entities who have warlocks, as there are lots of extraplanar laws, or limitations on the entities themselves that result in less dynamic magical granting. I would reccomend talking to Mr. Hopclap for some basic introduction to crafting your own magic items. If you want a student perspective, my friend's boyfriend Gorgug, or his boyfriend Unit might be able to help, as they both did artificer class this year. Hope this helps!

Ooc:Of course you should make an account! We're already basically in the realm of writing new characters(we already have some OCs here;Olive Applebee's adventuring party and Max Durden's sibling Felix), so it would be really cool to have some Fhsonas on here to interact with and make it feel more like a real(fictional) tumblr community.

[c-askblog]

QNA (ooc)

WHAT IS THIS?

This is a drawn character ask blog! Inspired by the likes of @/utahlive, but with the characters featured in @rjsketchboook's (das me) aus and fics.

WHY

Because I want to. I also want to draw more, and prevent plotholes. I am cringe but I am free.

HOW DOES THIS WORK?

Submit a question in the ask box to a certain character from the list included in this post (With the au or fic name, please.), and it will be drawn by yours truely.

WHO MANAGES THIS BLOG?

As stated earlier, @rjsketchboook manages this blog. You can call the manager any of these names: Robin, RJ, or Siren. The manager uses Xe/She pronouns, currently.

WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE AN AI?

I am sick. My brain doesn't work well when I'm sick.

FICS, AUS, AND CHARACTERS

TIKGOA

TLDR: A published and cancelled DSMP + MCYT Ensemble superpower fic, in which an unpowered TommyInnit (Thomas Ianston) joins an Elite superhero group.

ASKABLE CHARACTERS (Some characters from the original story have not been included, intentionally)

TommyInnit/ The Radical Raccoon - Member of the Elite

Wilbur Soot/ Archangel (II) - Vigilante

Philza/ Archangel (I) - Retired Hero, Ex Elite Member

Technoblade / Wounded Boar - Retired Hero

Niki Nihachu / Prometheus - Member of the Elite

Jack Manifold / Epimetheus - Villain

Foolish Gamers / Horus - Leader of the Elite

Quackity/ Mallard - Mayor of the Gallows, former Elite Member

Awesamdude / Warden (I) - Member of the Elite

Eret / Monarch - Member of the Elite

CPK / Vixen - Villain

Tubbo_ - Civilian

RanbooLive / Echo - Villain

Zombie Cleo - Civilian

Shubble - Assistant of the Elite

Purpled - Mercenary

Punz - Mercenary

EthoSlab - Civilian

Martyn ITLW / Mars - Outcasts Member

Mumbo Jumbo - Manager of the Elite

Jimmy Solidarity / Canary - Outcasts Member

GeminiTay / Gemini - Outcasts Leader

RenDog / Lycan - Outcasts Member

TinaKitten / Artemis - Outcasts Member

Callahan /Harpocrates - Outcasts Member

BigB / Cookie Man - Outcasts Member

Pearlescent Moon / 5Am - Outcasts Member

Grian / Poultry Man/ Xelqua - Former Leader of the Elite, Villain

GTWS / HotGuy - Retired Hero

Bdubs - Civilian

ANNUS QUINDECIM

TLDR: WIP DSMP Timetravel fic ft MCYT Ensemble. Tommy and Quackity are thrown 15 years into the furture where L'manburg is back and Purpled is president of Las Nevadas. Also, egg cult. and Watchers. SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ANSWERS AND CHARACTERS!!!! Tommy and Quackity (OG timeline) have been removed, since they're written as close to the source material as possible.

ASKABLE MAJOR CHARACTERS:

Q (Quackity, 15 year variant)

Purpled (President of Las Nevadas)

Foolish (Emperor of the Solstice)

Eret (Advisor to Eret)

Wilbur (Royal Archives Curator)

Badboyhalo (Leader of the Badlands)

Tubbo (President of L'manburg)

Nihachu (Vice Pres. of L'manburg)

ASKABLE MINOR CHARACTERS:

Pretty much any English MCYT Plus the following Spanish CCs:

Spreen (Las Nevadas Mercenary + Bodyguard)

ElRubius (Las Nevadas Citizen - Unfleshed Out Character

-Note, certain characters will be unable to answer questions, due to LORE reasons.

THE GARDEN

TLDR: WIP DSMP fantasy fic with gods and a monster virus. Not published yet. Tommy becomes a guard to fight the monsters, but is also related to the King. Inspired by Passerine and the Stars and Their Children, and Through a Glass Divine.

ASKABLE CHARACTERS:

Eret - King of (CURRENTLY UNNAMED KINDGOM), Demigod

TommyInnit - Enforcer Trainee

Foolish - Royal Advisor, Former Head Enforcer Instructor, God of the Ocean and Storms

Badboyhalo - Head Enforcer Instructor (Yes, he can fight in this universe)

Niki Nihachu - Enforcer Instructor, Senior Enforcer

Tubbo_ - Enforcer Trainee

Wilbur Soot - Senior Enforcer

Eryn Cyberonix - Enforcer

Jack Manifold - Enforcer

Asks about Romance and/or Sex will be ignored and deleted <3

Any other OOC comments will be marked by parentheses.

[tartagliaxx]

。VENUS IN YOUR LOVE

━━ INCLUDES: il capitano, il dottore, scaramouche, pantalone, tartaglia

━━ SUMMARY: he makes you dizzy. he makes you crave. he makes you lose yourself in the desire to be swallowed by the immense heat and the blinding light of his love; or a snippet of what to expect when involved in a romantic relationship with the characters.

━━ CONTAINS: established relationships, highly suggestive themes, making out, usage of terms of endearment (none gender specific), innocent nudity (il capitano), size differences, dottore and his experiments, power imbalance (il dottore, pantalone, scaramouche), potentially ooc characters, toxic relationships?, the harbingers and everything they stand for

。IL CAPITANO — “ the captain | number ??? ”

Natlan was a very humid place, a direct opposite of Snezhnaya where the cold seeps into your bones until you, yourself, become nothing but cold. Still, he was first and foremost a warrior, and weather conditions are the least of a warrior’s concerns. Such things can be braved through and should you be unable, then that merely meant that you are undeserving of standing under the azure banner of Her most noble Majesty, the Tsaritsa. You are, therefore, not a warrior but a fool that marches towards your death while wearing a warrior’s skin, and the Captain had no respect for such people. Perhaps that is why he had not spared a single glance to the direction of his soldier that lie fainted on the ground. Instead, he had looked towards the others who hesitated between helping their comrade and risking the wrath of the displeased Harbinger or leaving them to die under the glare of the sun despite the guilt that was likely to consume them.

“Burdensome.” He had finally uttered after a long and tense silence. “Leave them or help them. It matters not to me.”

With that, the Harbinger walks away, the haunting click and clang of his armor sending shivers down the spines of his troop as they scurried to take the fainted Fatuus to the shade. Capitano was heading to the east of the encampment, the direction of his private tent where he had asked you to wait. Normally, he’d think twice before letting you tag along to his endeavors but his strange attachment wound up clouding his judgment. No matter… In war, the victors always had their share of spoils and you, his darling, are his prize. None who dare receive his wrath would lay a hand on you — not like he’d let anyone near you in the first place.

As he entered the tent, he anticipated your smaller form to leap into his embrace just as you had done the other times. To his surprise, his hidden gaze caught sight of you sweating, eyes droopy as you fan yourself with a stack of papers you found lying around. You had long since removed your coat, leaving you only in the cotton innerwear he had so generously gifted you. With a quiet call of your name, you turned your head slightly as you sent your lover a weak smile.

“Welcome back, my love. Is everything faring well outside?”

The Captain made no move to answer you, instead pulling your weak form towards him as he wiped your face gently. His touch was so careful that you barely felt the touch of the towel on your heated skin, “How do you feel?”

“Hot,” you whispered back, leaning into his body. His armor placated your feverish self slightly whilst his hold made you lose the edge you donned earlier, “Perhaps I never should’ve underestimated the fierceness of Natlan.”

An amused huff left him, or you supposed it was one as he stood up from his crouched position. With one arm around the plush of your thighs, he lifted you along just as he had done many times before. His strength has always struck wonder in you, you mused as your eyes fluttered closed, trusting him wholly to take you wherever. Without noticing, you had dozed off and you were only aroused once more when you feel the humid air brushing against your bare skin and then suddenly, a refreshing cool that revitalizes your energy.

“This should cool you down,” he uttered as he watched you dip further into the tub. A sense of satisfaction fills his dark heart when you suddenly smiled at him brightly, shyly muttering a word of gratitude for his kind act. You reach out for his hand and he takes it. He always does.

For this was how Capitano was with you. He was not the respected man who had unmercifully claimed uncountable victories in the name of vengeance and you, one of his disposable men. No, you are his treasure — his lover. Your fragility was endearing and something he fought to preserve. You are pure and unblemished, a reminder of home as you fall into his arms like a precious snowflake: his inamorata, the reason he fights.

“Eyes,” he tells you and you eagerly close them as you hear the clanking of metal that overwhelms you not with dread but with adoration. Not even a second later, your body shivers in delight as you feel a hand grip your chin firmly but not harshly — no, never. You are too precious for that. You wait for a second but nothing came and you knew that he was once again admiring you despite your impatience. A gloved knuckle traces over your cheekbone and you are light; a mere feather in the wind compared to his might.

You speak his name, gently as if you are wary of breaking the moment, but soon, the water moves along with your body as he tugs you into him for a much-awaited kiss. That is if you can call whatever you were blessed with a kiss. The Harbinger was a warrior and warriors spare nothing in their conquests. It made sense that you, at the receiving end of his attention, were spared nothing. He devoured your existence until only the willingness to keep giving him your entirety remained. As his tongue clashes with yours, your treacherous heart craves more and more of his taste. He’s addicting, you sigh out as he pulls back to nibble at your lip, pulling at it slightly before diving back in with renewed fervor. The Captain was fire and he burns his way into you as his large hands squeezed your flesh in raw desire. You’d have him engrave himself to you if he could — until you’re nothing but an extension of him and his will. He would never though. He'd sooner cut his arms off himself than lay a finger on you. It makes you smile, giddy even. The soft tickle of his breath fans your lips and you inch closer, arms gripping his forearms for leverage as you breathe him in.

Sooner than you’d like, he parts from you, and the thumb that flies to play with the string that remains to connect you two makes you think that he too enjoys this game of carnal conquest to the point of wishing to prolong it forever. The familiar clicking came again and you take the small tap he gave you as a sign to welcome the world once more. When you open your eyes, he was already covered by his armor. The only proof of his actions prior was yourself. Need-glazed eyes that lay lidded and wet lips that are parted for each puff of breath. Had this not been a common occurrence between the both of you, you would’ve felt ashamed at how debauched you looked from a mere kiss. He has always been different — so capable of giving rise to foreign feelings in you. The heat in your cheeks and the heavy beating of your heart are proof of that and you were sure you could do anything to keep receiving from him. Who else could reduce you to someone so, so lovestruck that it prompts even a chuckle out of a usually composed man?

“Take your time with your bath. I will make sure no one intrudes on us.”

。IL DOTTORE — “ the doctor | number two ”

“Darling,” he calls for you and you immediately look up from your book to gaze in his direction. You don’t move but you do stifle a sigh as he continues with nothing. You see, he has gained a rather annoying habit of adoringly watching you stare at him eagerly whenever he calls. He likens you to an obedient puppy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it yet. Perhaps the ever-growing frown on your face caught his attention because his lips parted in a wide grin, showing off his sharp, pearly teeth as he patted his lap invitingly, “come over, please.”

You knew better than to take his words as a request you had a say in.

When you were close enough, an arm wrapped around your waist to tug you into him rather unceremoniously. You barely caught yourself from falling into him, hands securely on his broad shoulders and knees on either side of his thighs as he leaned back to admire the view. Before you could bark a complaint, the Doctor cheekily moved his other hand to your neck, grazing a thumb across your sensitive spot before resting it by the juncture of your shoulder, “Hello there. I have a need for your assistance.”

“How may I help you, Doctor?” You reply, breathier than you would’ve preferred and glaringly flustered much to your lover’s delight — one he made no move to hide whatsoever.

“I have an experiment to complete today and I’d like you to take note of my observations. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

The Harbinger let his hand fall from your neck to the small of your back, adjusting his position so his lips were a breath away from yours. You swallow, nodding but forgetting your position so each bob of your head had your lips brushing against his. It’s embarrassing to feel even more heated from such an innocent act.

“Lovely! You’re so precious, truly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

As if giving a reward or better yet, a treat, for your satisfactory response, the Doctor succumbs to your needy gaze, pressing his lips into yours into a messy kiss. He tilts his head to reach you deeper, and you respond in kind, arching your back to be closer to him. He tastes faintly of alcohol — the strong kind and the realization that there was never an “enough” came to you like a life-changing discovery. You wanted to be so, so close to him that you break the laws of the world and become one with him down to the smallest atom. You want to keep carding your fingers through the silken strands of his hair; keep consuming the minute pain that come with the crescents he digs into your flesh. You want him — need him even in this world already filled with such madness.

The Doctor moves away from your lips, ignoring your whine to relish the way you swallow harshly when he trails a finger down the slope of your neck. He can’t help the way he’s so hyper-fixated on it. It’s beautiful, he thinks, and even more so, the vulnerability it carries and the way a mere touch would leave you with your legs weak. The devilish smile he wore did not go unnoticed but as if sensing your question, the Doctor moves his head like a predator pouncing on prey. A moan spills out of your lips as he sucked on the delicate part of your flesh, proudly looking at the darkening bruise he left when he finished. Gloved fingers trace over it lightly and if you didn't know any better, lovingly. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, almost scalding you as you instinctively straightened your posture. His sharp gaze is on you again. You know it. You feel it even when his eyes are covered by that mask.

“A gift for you, darling, for being such an obedient pet.” A shaky breath leaves your lips and your unfocused eyes followed his hands as he motioned for someone to come closer, “Beta will take care of you for the day. Be good.”

“Is it truly wise to let them partake in the experiment, Prime?” A more high-pitched version of the voice of your lover — similarly much younger — resounded in the room. Though his words were blunt, you sensed no animosity in them.

“I’d love to deal with this myself but Regrator’s request is not one to be left ignored for long. Besides, our darling here knows better than to doze off while doing something important, isn’t that right?”

You nod mindlessly, withdrawing from Prime’s grip to stand beside Beta who had been watching the whole exchange curiously, “If that is your decision, then I won’t question you further. You should know what you’re doing.”

The older segment merely huffed in amusement before waving you off, though, that is not without a final warning towards his younger segment.

“Not to worry.” he grins in reply, similar but rather crazed as his gaze turns to you. “The absolute pursuit for knowledge is not our only similarity.”

The nerves that swelled in you quickly quieted down when Beta reaches down to clasp your hands, entangling them before pressing a lingering kiss on the back of yours. It was innocent enough, if not for the familiar cloud in his exposed eye. The thought of what you cannot comprehend, but anticipate regardless, brings a small shiver down your spine. Whether that is out of excitement or fear is a question you cannot quite answer in your current state of mind.

Prime raises a brow before laughing though the deadly glint in his eyes did not go unnoticed by his younger counterpart, “How curious, indeed. I’ll allow such a ludicrous fantasy but learn your place. I do not like sharing what is mine.”

When you feel his gaze on your skin again, you swiftly look down in fear of how you’ll react. His eyes always left you feeling uneasy — like he could decipher every secret you hold no matter how hard you try to hide them. How deep your affection for the madman runs, for example, is a secret you’d rather be left unsaid. At least for the time being when you are unsure of how far you’ve fallen from sanity yourself.

“Fascinating how love runs you mad,” Dottore mutters before grinning once more, ego practically oozing off his figure as he leans back into his chair, “Off you go now, darling. We shall continue our exchange later.”

。PANTALONE — “ regrator | number nine ”

Regrator was a generous man if you were one of those he favors.

One stray gaze is all it takes for him to wave his hand, adorned with silver rings that glint under the afternoon sun. Albeit wordless, the merchant immediately scampered away, hands clumsily packing the object in haste as if he had a blade pressed against his neck. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to being spoiled like this. Subconsciously, your hand reached out for his luxury fur coat, gripping it to catch his attention. Your hold was weak; both shy and wary, knowing full well that the fabric likely costs more than your entire existence.

The Harbinger averts his piercing gaze from the merchant and down to you, his empty smile shifting into something softer as he caught sight of your fumbling form, “What is it, my dear?”

“Thank you for being so generous, milord.”

Yes, Regrator was a most generous man for his darling and he had taught you very well to never decline the kindness he seldom spares. He’d much rather receive your thanks and your most precious gaze — bashful and awe-filled. He tilts your head with his fingers, appreciating the heat that seeps through his leather gloves.

“Of course, anything for you. But then,” his eyes crack open to peer at you slyly. Oh, how lovely you are… “what do we do again in this situation?”

Cued, you take his wrist in your hand as leverage before standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheeks. Gloss stains the spot you touched and as you moved to swipe it off, the Ninth turns his face to press a kiss just above where your pulse beats. Your body trembles at his attention, and when you tried to take a step back to regain your composure, Pantalone immediately catches you by the waist. He leans closer, smile unchanging even as his breath brushed over your cheeks.

“Do not stray too far away from me, dearest. It’s rather cold outside.” A noise of acknowledgment escapes your lips as you glance back at the merchant who was silently gawking at you two with his hand outstretched. “Ah, yes. Guards—”

One of the many Fatuus under him soundlessly took his newest purchase, tossing Mora carelessly into the merchant who scrambled to pick it up from the snow-dusted street of Snezhnaya. Some foreign emotion swells beneath your ribs as you stare at the man kneeling before you. Right, beside the Ninth Harbinger, the rest of the world seems just a little short of being completely beneath you. He had a way of making everyone feel as if they are unworthy of his presence. In every word, in every breath, in every act, Pantalone radiates an aura so untouchable and glorious that even the shadow he casts over you makes you feel like power flows in your veins more eminently than even the blood that fuels your life.

“Shall we go then? We’ll be late for our appointment.”

And you rejoice in it. You’d place his pedestal above the gods if it’s what it takes to continue basking under the heat of his ambition. You’d follow him to hell and back if it meant that you can continue to bear witness to his incomparable splendor. This maddening pursuit is what makes you take his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the finest clothesmaker in the nation.

“Lord Harbinger! Please, take a seat here while I prepare drinks for you and your guest!”

It takes but a tug before his coat is undone and passed to one of his men and but a stride before he is sat majestically on the soft, red couch, one leg over the other as he peers over you through the edges of his glasses, “Go on then, dear. Shop to your heart’s delight.”

Admiration makes your eyes gloss over as you follow one of the shop assistants into the changing room. Sending one last glance towards his casual form, only one thought races in your mind: he’s beautiful. The skin-tight suit moves with each flex of his muscle while his dark hair pools along his shoulders like the waterfalls of Fontaine. He’s beautiful and he knows it, just as he knows you’ve been eyeing him as you disappear behind the curtain. It fills the Ninth with pride and adoration, as well as — he chuckles under his breath — the sensual desire to bring you to your tears as you approach nirvana. He was greedy, after all, and his greed shows most when it comes to the most glorious sight he has set his eyes on.

The thing about the Harbinger is that he knows what he wants and he quite finds violets and blues quite ravishing on your body. The need to please him fills you like your own greed as you immediately ask to see all such clothing. He’s got you quite comfortably dancing in his palm and the electricity that shakes your heart proves that there’s no place you’d rather be.

The clock ticks and with each second, Regrator’s finger taps mindlessly on the armchair. He exhales slowly, finding that he quite likes this and that he should make a habit out of taking you out to buy out shops more often. He has done his share of shopping, idly turning the pages of a catalog as he points here and there for the shop owner to take note of. Diamonds, pearls, and his favorite, Alexandrite — he spared nothing as he chose pieces of jewelry to add to both yours and his collection. The mere thought had him reeling in thinly veiled excitement.

His attention snaps to you as soon as he heard footsteps approach. Immediately, his smirk widens and you instinctively retreat to yourself as you feel his eyes trace over every inch of your frame, “You look ravishing, doll.”

You sent him a wobbly smile in reply.

“Won’t you give me a twirl?” Obediently, you did as told. Your embarrassment grows as you hear Pantalone mutter sweet compliments under his breath, “Truly my most prized jewel. Come here for me.”

For some reason, each step toward him felt like a step toward your demise. Then again, if this is what demise feels like, you’d gladly welcome it with open arms. Regrator makes you sit in between his leg, hand gripping both of your cheeks before catching your puckered lips into his own. The aggression was new — though not unwanted because that you drank all up. So close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his perfume. It was something along the lines of ambroxan and bergamot, you think as he slid his hand up your thigh. Teeth clashing, love crazy, and so, wonderfully messy. Pantalone’s desire washes over you like an ocean wave and sends you crashing down into the deepest depths of your mind. He’s your obsession and when he leaves your lips to insert a new ring on your finger, vibrant color matching the deep hue of your blouse, you seek him out once again with a rekindled need to drink up every last drop of him.

。SCARAMOUCHE — “ the balladeer | number six ”

The Balladeer had always been a horrible liar, you muse to yourself, as you sneakily eyed him from your corner in his office. Sure, he can fix his expression on a whim — a perfect face accentuating his words that seemed kind enough at first glance. Though perhaps, one of the rewards of being able to worm your way into his empty heart was noticing how his eyes are too expressive for his own good. Maybe that’s why he chooses to crinkle them shut whenever he smiles or why he’s so quick to avert his gaze when you peered deep into his soul after each profession of love. He's such a bad liar or maybe, you’ve just learned to read him too well.

Even now as he busied himself with signing some paperwork Lord Pierro required, he was so easy to read. His fingers tapped rapidly into his desk and his eyes fleeted from his work to the corner of his table. It wouldn’t take long before he snaps and not even a minute later — just as you anticipated, his gaze soon zeroed into you, mouth forming a snarl that would have any regular Fatuus running away with their tail in between their legs.

“Will you stop gawking at me like some kind of cretin?!”

“Why?” You smirk in reply, completely unbothered by his insults and crossing your legs as you spot the beginnings of a blush on his skin. “Do I make you nervous, Lord Harbinger?”

“Nervous? Hah, are you hearing yourself? Why would I be nervous at the sight of you?”

You stood up then, footsteps loud and clear as you approach him from his place by his desk. You leaned closer, delighting in the fact that Scaramouche instinctively retreated farther into his chair to place some distance between you two. “Why don’t you tell me, Scaramouche? Maybe this time you’d be willing to admit how far you’ve fallen for me?”

“Shut up.”

And yet despite his glare, the Harbinger made no move to push you away. If anything, he seemed as if he was expecting something as he gulped nervously, eyes flickering from your mischievous eyes and down to where your most enticing lips remained frozen into an innocent grin. You knew what he was thinking. He was so easy to read, after all. He wanted to be kissed senseless and perhaps, that was your fault. After all, this is far from being the first time such a conversation happened, and all the other times, you always made sure to fix his attitude by shutting him up in the most effective way you knew.

“Hm… You’re really so cute, honey,” you laugh as you move closer to him, nails digging into his files as you watched his eyes flutter close, “but you’re so much cuter when you try to bite me.”

With that, you abruptly pulled away, snickering when Scaramouche’s eyes blow wide open the moment he heard you take a step back, “You-! What do you think you’re playing at?!”

“I don’t know, what did you want from me? If you tell me, I’d happily give it to you. You have me so weak, after all...”

The Sixth doesn't reply, only glaring at you fiercely as his blush grew brighter. You could see the way his fingers dug into his palm and for a moment, you wondered if you teased him too much this time. Before you could utter a word of concern, you gasped as a pale hand clutched your collar and tugged you harshly forward. You were about to curse Scaramouche when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a small squeak from you before you relax into his hold naturally.

Why would the Balladeer ever be gentle? His grip on your clothes was tight, making sure you won’t pull away as he took what it was that he desires. He always gets what he wants and right now, he wants the aftertaste of the tea he brewed to quench the thirst that leaves a gaping void in his insides. That’s why he didn’t think twice before leaning even more forward into his desk, spare palm firmly pressed against the polished, wooden frame, body bending, and mind reeling at the way your hands fell from his hair to his nape. Do you always have to be intoxicating? His eyes welled up from feeling so overwhelmed yet wanting more, more, more and more until he's positive that you've broken him down completely. He parts his lips, letting your tongue trace around his mouth as if claiming territory that you should know, without saying, is yours. Ironically, his lips are soft and they glide along yours like silk — so much so that you can barely bring yourself to leave.

A groan escapes his lips as you pull on his hair, exposing his bare skin to you. “Pretty boy… This time, will you tell me what you want?”

Your blown-out eyes make him release a shaky breath, “You… I want your love.”

The smile that decorated your face was involuntary and you moved to massage his scalp that you had previously been cruel on. Peppering kisses on his cheek, you adored the way Scaramouche tried to subtly nuzzle into the hand you cupped his face with.

“What’s with that request?” You finally replied as you met his forehead with yours. “It’s not smart to ask for something you already have.”

“All of it,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze but voicing no complaint when you gently turned his face back to yours.

“All of it?”

He huffs, faking the haughty demeanor he always had but you knew. His hopeful eyes cannot hide a single thing from you, especially not when he closes the distance between you two again. “Yeah… From now on, only look at me. Don’t leave me, not even for a second.”

。TARTAGLIA — “ childe | number eleven ”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way he would giggle as he takes you in his strong arms, lifting you up before twirling you around, and into the way he would excitedly present you with matching articles for you to wear. He never fails to warm you up with innocent bliss even when you’re play wrestling with him for the last piece of candy. He's the purest sense of joy you’ve ever had the pleasure of possessing and if you could ever share even a fragment of how you make him feel, you’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how you ended up here: hiding behind his couch in between his younger siblings like you were once again seven and buzzing with the childish exuberance stolen from you by adulthood.

It had not been easy hiding your exploits from the sharp eyes of your lover. He was trained to spot every minute detail and you don’t claim yourself to be the most careful secret holder out there. By some miracle (and partly because he was often out doing business), you were able to hide the surprise from him. It was July 20 and you both were lucky enough to be assigned to be on standby in your home country for his birthday.

You snap out of your thoughts when the door creaks open and the heavy footsteps of his boot-clad feet permeated the air, “Ma? Pa? Are you home?”

Tartaglia — or Ajax as he prefers to be called inside the four corners of his residence mumbles something about how they were all probably out fishing as he dusted off the snow in his hair. Beside you, Teucer stifled a giggle as he found the irony in his words to be quite entertaining. You turned your gaze towards his mother who nodded as a signal.

“1,” You count under your breath as you repositioned the confetti in your hands. For the sake of everyone’s safety, you advised against the ones that make a loud, popping sound and all his older siblings agreed solemnly, “2, 3!”

“Happy Birthday!”

Ajax flinched in surprise, fingers nearly summoning his bow before he recognized your warm smile. With that, the sudden tension in his body was released and he laughed loudly, catching his younger brother in his arms when he ran up to him, “Woah there! Who would have ever guessed that you’d all sneak behind my back like that?”

“You’re welcome, brother,” Tonia rolls her eyes teasingly as she approached with a birthday cake that his mother baked herself.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you very much lil’ sis. Your kindness will not remain unpaid.”

You snort as your lover faux curtsied, dodging the halfhearted slap of his equally amused sister. A cough made you turn your head to your left, meeting the weary eyes of his father who muttered his thanks for looking after his son.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you turn your gaze just in time to meet his curious one, “I’m just trying to give him what he always deserved and more.”

His older brother who was listening in made a joke of not knowing how his annoying little brother managed to catch someone like you but before you could reply, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest, “Not speaking ill of the birthday boy, I hope?”

“Nothing new now, isn't it?”

His family greeted him one by one before they left to give you some space under the guise of helping arrange the dinner spread. His warm breath caressed the side of your neck as he hummed happily, swaying you side to side by the beat of his own making. By the chorus, he twirls you around before pulling you back in and grinning at the way you automatically looped your arms around his neck.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you murmur before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

“Mhmm…” Ajax pulls you impossibly closer by the waist as he grins, eyes bright and youthful now that he had you in his embrace, “So this is why you’ve been acting weirdly this past week?”

“You noticed?”

He laughs lightly at that, pulling back an arm just to flick your forehead, “Baby, it’s impossible not to notice every single thing about you.”

“Damn, you’re so in love with me.”

You lean closer and Ajax, always so willing to be pulled into everything about you, follows in kind with a proud smirk. “Damn right I am.”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way his deep kisses are never just passionate but also fun. He giggles under his breath like a young teenager in love, fingers drawing shapes on your bare skin as he slides his hand innocently under your shirt. His hands are warm, you realize, and goosebumps follow the trail of his touch without any effort. You could feel the curve of his smile against your own at this, and joy bubbles in your heart and into your throat until you can’t help but whisper an “I love you” as you part briefly for air.

“I love you,” he says back, hand withdrawing from your back to your head as he tugs you closer into him, “so much.”

Ajax dips back in, abandoning the gentleness he usually reserves for you. Instead, he embraces the lust in him — the part that craves the mess and the victory that lies after complete domination. He fights you for power, ignoring the needy whimpers that escaped you as you succumb to your faith. All he does is pull you closer and closer until close loses its meaning and you’re all but one and the same. The force that comes from his heady sigh sends you stepping back but he follows — he chases after you until you’re backed and sat on the sofa’s backrest. Ajax wastes no time slotting himself in between your legs as you scramble to get a grip.

“Well, babe…” He grins with a near-crazed expression. His chest rises up and down rapidly as he tried to chase the breath he lost in your exchange, “You better hope you’re ready to take every drop of my love tonight.”

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#whose clothes are you wearing?

—when they saw or thought you’re wearing another person’s clothes (spoiler: they’re jealous)

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. jealousy, mostly fluff… maybe slightly suggestive on kazuha

NOTES. some imagines are kind of longer than others and maybe it’s just me being bias but anyway hahhaha this is kind of difficult to write for some characters (especially childe’s and kaeya’s) so i apologize if i probably made them ooc (i hope they’re not aaa) anyways enjoy!<333

ALBEDO is an intellectual. He knows which clothes are yours or what type of clothing you usually wear. However, with the coat that he saw on you today—which was partially oversized for your own form, he felt an inkling of curiosity mixed with irritation somehow. “Darling, is this yours?” he looks at the coat as he holds onto your shoulders, as if examining it as if it did not really fit your stature at all.

Perhaps it’s another man’s, then?

“Ah, yes! Master Diluc leant it to me after he saved me from the Hillichurls by the foot of the mountain.”

“Master Diluc, huh,” there was a sense of distaste in his tongue that he couldn’t fathom—a bitterness that he did not know where it originated.

Somehow, just the thought of you wearing another person’s clothes makes him feel that something is wrong.

“Perhaps… I could lend you mine? I’m not cold anyway.”

“No, it’s alright-”

“Please wear mine,” his hands dropped to yours, holding them gently with an evident frown on his face, “I feel uncomfortable to see you like this, love… I think I now understand what jealousy means.”

CHILDE instantly frowns when he sees you wearing baggier clothes than usual. His eyebrows furrow and his hands were on the sides of his waist as he straight away questions “Are those yours, babe? I don’t remember you having these kinds of clothes,” he doesn’t want to be portrayed as a jealous person but it was obvious that it’s what’s bothering him anyway. It’s practically eating him on the inside that even his subordinates may notice his lack of focus. Of course, he’s an expert at pretending but you definitely will know that something is wrong. When you lean to kiss him, his eyes will drift to your clothes and he will look very distracted.

“Childe, you know you can talk to me right?” you caress his cheek and he weakly cups your hand with his gaze falling to the ground, almost in shame at such weakness.

“I know… we can talk about this later, yeah? I’ll just have to do something,” he says even if he’s not occupied. He’ll avoid the topic especially in public but that night, he will be clinging onto you and whispering to you how he felt and he doesn’t really expect an explanation. He probably will feel at ease just knowing that you’re there with him still and that you’re not going anywhere just yet.

DILUC would not question you immediately like others. He knows he has his own boundaries and that there is a chance that it was yours to begin with, but it bugged his mind nonetheless. It is to the point that it’s fairly obvious in his face and demeanor that something is indeed bothering him. If you decide to ask him about it, then that is the time that he will decide to inquire about it with you. He sighs and looks away, quite unable to believe that he is even considering letting out such a question, “I’m just curious if what you wore earlier was yours or someone else’s. I don’t think I remember having that kind of style in your wardrobe before.” once you answer honestly that it was just something you decided to buy, he will then lose all reservations and trust you wholly.

GOROU will keep it short and precise, “Are these yours?”

“Oh, someone offered it to me earlier when I was feeling cold, does it bother you?” you inquire worriedly and despite not wanting it, he sighs in defeat. “It’s alright, it’s just… the scent is oddly distracting.”

You chuckled lightly and wrapped your hand on his and gently squeezed it in reassurance, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to wash it away later, then we can cuddle, deal?”

His mood brightens up at this; his ears perking up, his tail unconsciously wagging for a few times and his eyes glistening in delight, “Really?” he chirps before he can stop himself.

He’s just excited, that’s all.

KAEYA doesn’t want to appear jealous but definitely is. “Oh? What is this?” he scans you and his eye singles out the coat on your shoulders. “Are those Diluc’s? My, my, I didn’t know you and my brother are well-acquainted.”

“Well, he assisted me in a mission early on, also, I do talk to him whenever you’re in Angel’s Share, you know.”

Now that leaves him bothered for almost the rest of the day and he doesn’t actually talk that much about it either, choosing to avoid the topic and also your gaze—he seemingly can’t handle the way the coat fits on your form and that it was not even his to begin with. If you sense this—which you definitely will since he may unconsciously avoid you for the time being, it may not be the best option to confront him while wearing the said coat. He will only be back to himself when you two are in your house and you pepper him with kisses and comfort that he’s still the only one that holds your heartT-T

KAZUHA knows how to get his answer before you could even notice that he was questioning you. “Must this new article of clothing be something you brought?” his tone was light and there was no hint of pressure in the air. You didn’t even notice that he was eyeing you on the sides and continued what you were doing. “No it’s not, I borrowed it from Captain Beidou, why?” His brows momentarily raised but he kept his composure, “Nothing, anything fits you, love,” he leans down to press a kiss on your neck, which then lead into him almost tracing to your ear, “It’s just that…” he suddenly whispers, causing you to halt your actions and actually realize the drop in his voice, “you could have asked me instead, no? Or… do you prefer the Captain’s clothes instead of mine?”

“And whose scarf is that?” SCARAMOUCHE looks rather disgusted and pissed as he glares at the scarlet cloth that’s wrapped around your neck to keep you warm from the harsh weather of Snezhnaya. “That looks awfully familiar,” he eyes it even more and a groan escapes his lips as a memory comes to mind, one that he didn’t really like. Fingers came to hold on to his forehead and his eyes close in utter frustration, he began to question you then, “If you needed a scarf you have one, don’t you?” When you reply that you don’t, he’ll merely grumble but tomorrow morning you already have a set of new scarfs newly brought on the bed and you could only laugh because… that scarf is not even Childe’s, to begin with.

If he learns about this he’ll probably lose his composure and his ears will blush in embarrassment.

THOMA instantly crossed his arms to his chest and an evident pout was on his lips as he saw you marching in Komore Teahouse. “Babe, are you seeing someone else other than me?” he jokes lightheartedly but you could sense the awkwardness in his chuckle and the smile that doesn’t even reach his eyes. “Come, let’s eat?” he will be by your side almost the whole day and you could sense that he’s quite distracted with the coat that you were wearing. With this, you then reveal to him that it’s just something that a family member of yours gave and he will sigh exasperatingly, “You noticed that, huh? Well, I can’t really hide anything from you.” he grins while tapping your nose adoringly.

VENTI’s reaction is almost the same as Thoma’s, he’s just more direct. With crossed arms, slitted eyes and a pout on his lips, he questions you “Is that Morax’s coat? Windblume… you know you can ask for mine instead, right?” he suddenly takes off his cape and presents it to you, handing it over like an offering, even. “Here, doesn’t it look better? Seriously that guy… he’s too kind for his own good,” he was still pouting and the only thing that could probably cheer him up is if you kiss his cheek and wear his cape instead… even if his friend’s coat is warmer.

XIAO couldn’t point out why something feels wrong at the first few seconds but when he notices the cape behind you. Ah, he knows whose it is. He could even hear the bard snickering on the back of his head at the mere thought of him. “Y/n… why do you have that thing on you?” he didn’t even realize that he was glaring at it until you leaned closer and made him look into your eyes.

“Xiao… are you jealous of Venti?” you giggled and he instantly looked away, lips pursed.

“Ridiculous,” he mutters, “A huge disrespect to the Adepti. We don’t dwell with such unnecessary mortal emotions.”

He’s bothered by it though every time he sees it. He’s probably stay by your side and he doesn’t realize that he’s following you the whole day until you took off the cape and he heaves out a sigh.

With a raised brow towards his way, his eyes widen and he looks away, pretending he didn’t sound relieved when the cape was out of you.

Now he just has to worry about how you’ll return the clothing…

ZHONGLI doesn’t know the feeling but he has a hunch about it when he saw the unfamiliar coat on your form. He doesn’t question about it though, he knows that you have your freedom to buy any kind of clothes that you wanted, but it seems to bother him every single time that he catches a glimpse of it that he decides to ask you casually about it before bed time when you had finally took it off of you. “Dearest, I couldn’t help but notice,” he notices your free hand and decides to hold it gently, his thumb caressing its back as he continues on, “may I know when you brought the coat you wore earlier?” he asks, and when you finally answer, he breathes out and his whole body relaxes onto the mattress.

“I see,” he smiles at you and pulls you closer to him, “I was bothered by it over nothing,” he doesn’t specify it much but he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and it urges you not to worry about it as well.

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p.s i changed the title because i didn’t like the first one</3

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

PLAYING WITH THE BOYS

PART 7; MOVING IN SLOW MOTION

Warnings: make outs, slightly ooc Rooster, mentions of a future, allusions to sex, talk about grief and anger issues, surivors guilt

Summary: Rooster turns up during film night and finally opens up to Robin but is it too late to rekindle their relationship or is this going to bring them back together.

Wordcount: 3.1k

That night, it was movie night for the Benjamin girls. 

The bar had closed slightly earlier as it was a Thursday so they'd ordered in pizza and were going to have a night with just them, free of boy drama. 

Amelia was bored of her mum trying not to fall back in love with Pete and she was tired of Robin who knew she still loved Bradley but didn't want to admit it to herself. 

The girl reached over for a slice of pizza as they watched Heathers. They were halfway through when they heard a knock on the door, both girls jumping slightly at the sound. 

"I'll get it," Penny said, jumping up as they girls paused the movie, listening to the sound of their mothers footsteps as she walked away. 

The sound of her talking to someone was muffled and they couldn't quite hear the conversation so the girls got up, walking over and leaning against the door. 

When Robin realised that it was her mum talking to Bradley her face went red with embarrassment. She'd totally forgotten the day that he'd had and now it was girls night - which is supposed to be free of boys - and he was here. 

"Why's your little chicken friend here?" Amelia questioned, raising an eyebrow at her half sister. 

"It's Rooster. And anyway, he had a tough day today. I told him to come over if he needed to talk," she explained. 

Amelia groaned, leaning her head back in annoyance, "It's girls night!" She whined, looking at her sister. 

"I'm sorry," she said before walking into the hallway, leaving behind a very annoyed Amelia. 

Bradley was so occupied with talking to Penny that he barely noticed when Robin walked in. His eyes met hers over Penny's shoulders and his face lit up, both of them smiling at each other. 

"Just kiss already," Amelia said as she saw the two together before walking away, leaving the two blushing as they looked at each other. 

"I'll let you two talk," Penny said as he turned to her daughter. She walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling before following after Amelia, probably to tell her off for the way she spoke to them. 

But Penny agreed. She could see the connection between the two adults even if they didn't see it. She wasn't going to let them ruin their relationship again. 

The two stood in the hallway, unsure of what exactly to say. Robin wanted to ask him if he was okay but she already knew the answer. 

"How are you?" She asked, accidentally blurting the words out as she looked at him, unsure of what else to say. 

"Good, um, could be better," he stated. She was wearing an old band shirt and shorts and he looked up at her to keep his eyes away from her bare legs. 

"You wanna go sit on the porch, I'm sure if we talk here Amelia will listen to the whole thing," she suggested, chuckling at the end. 

"That's not fair, I don't eavesdrop all the time!" She called out from the other room. 

"Amelia!" Penny exclaimed. 

"Come on," Robin said with a chuckle, grabbing Bradley's hand and dragging him outside onto the porch. 

She sat down on the hanging swing next to him, both looking at each other as they waited for one of them to speak first; the easy relationship that they once had wasn't back yet. 

"Are you okay? Actually?" She asked, eyes meeting his.

He sighed, pulling his eyes away from hers. One thing Bradley was never great at was communication and he wasn't sure why but now, he just wanted to tell her everything. 

"I think that what Hangman said was right, about me being a liability to the team," he said, unable to look at her. 

She shook her head, "Trust me Brad, nobody else on the team managed to complete the whole thing even if you didn't make it in the two and half minutes. You're the best candidate so far," she explained. 

"But what if it goes wrong? What if I panic and get scared and just don't make it on time and risk my team's lives," he looked over at her, eyes brimming with tears and to be honest, she'd never seen him like that much before. 

He wasn't great at opening up to people but with her it was easy. He was sure that he would be able to sit with her all day and talk, even about the most mundane things. 

"You're an amazing pilot Lieutenant," she said and he chuckled at the mention of his title, "You're not going to mess it up,"

She did know that stroking his ego a bit would calm him down and that was all she wanted. 

"You know Hangman's wrong right? I think all those protein shakes went straight to his head," she joked and he chuckled. 

She smiled when she saw him laugh because for the first time since the near fight earlier, he wasn't tense and seemed to have relaxed. 

"No I'm serious, he's so wrong about you. Sure, you do need to sort out your issues with Maverick but it doesn't hinder the mission, he won't be going," she explained. 

"Thanks," he said, a smile on his face. 

"What are friends for?" She asked, wincing internally at the phrasing of friends. 

Just being around him again like this reminded her of how she felt for him back then and now and for some reason, she didn't hate it. 

"No seriously, this is great, being able to take to you," he said, a wide grin on his face as he looked at her, "You've been an amazing friend," 

Bradley also seemed slightly pained when he said the word friends because that's not what he wanted either. 

He knew of the huge mistake he had made when he was 29 and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again. He wasn't going to just let you go like you meant nothing to him because in his eyes you were the world.

His shoulders became less tense and the smile on his face seemed more natural the longer they talked. Honestly, Robin could have stared at him all day with that comfortable smile. 

They talked about random stuff, the film he went to go see the other day, something funny Bob had said after she'd left this morning and the mission. 

She seemed to have calmed him down slightly about his worries but then the Penny seemed to drop and he understood the potential dangers of the mission. 

"You said it yourself, this is life or death and clearly I can't be trusted with it," Bradley's words were harsh and self-deprecating as he lost confidence in himself. 

She sighed, "When my plane went down and I couldn't help Allana, I gave up too. I didn't trust myself anymore and decided nobody else would either. Nobody was there to back me up and tell me that I could do it and so I quit," she explained, "The point is that there are people here who believe in you. I believe in you and know you can do this,"

He clearly was doubting himself and she hadn't quite comprehended how much of a hit his ego and his confidence had taken from the comments that Hangman made about his dad. 

You knew it was a touchy subject, it always had been even when you were dating, but this was different. The reality of the mission was setting in and he was beginning to understand how dangerous it truly was.

"You're amazing okay, one of the best pilots they've ever had and I'm sure you can complete this. I'm going to be with you every step of the way," she said, a slight smile on her face. 

"But I can't live with it if I know that Bob's parents aren't gonna see him again, or Payback's girlfriend back home will never get to say a real goodbye. I can't handle it," he said and she placed her hand over his. 

Robin had gone through the exact same thing with Allana after she died. The survivor's guilt had eaten her out alive as she sat at her best friend's funeral, watching her parents and siblings sob over her coffin, begging for someone to bring back their little girl. 

"It's the heaviest burden to bear, a human life. You never really get over it but it becomes easier over time," Robin explained, rubbing her thumb gently over his knuckles as she looked into his eyes. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I'm here for you now," he said, placing his other hand over hers, a gentle smile on his face as he leant in. 

Bradley had been told about the accident by Phoenix in a letter. The girls had become friends after a mission and Phoenix had been nearby when the accident had happened. 

He hadn't seen her in two years at that time and didn't know what to do. He pestered the girl about how she was, doing everything other than driving to the hospital himself and sitting by her bedside. 

He didn't understand how much the incident had affected her but it was clear that it had. She seemed cold whenever she mentioned Allana, like the ghosts of her past were all haunting her all at once. 

Actually, Bradley hadn't noticed how much the accident had changed her. Now when she laughed it didn't have the same fullness to it and sometimes when she'd stare into the distance her eyes were more vacant and glossed over. 

"It's okay, we weren't together," she said, trying to be understanding but it still hurt that he didn't even come to see her once. 

"No its not, you mean everything to me and I should have gone," he said, her eyes snapping up to look into his. 

"I mean everything to you?" She repeated, her voice slightly shaky. 

His face went red slightly as he looked at her but his smile never faltered, "You mean everything to me," he repeated again, leaning in slightly. 

Robin could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at him, years of separation leading to this moment. The air was tense but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was like a magnet pulling them together.

He reached over, placing his hand gently on the side of her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. They were both breathing heavily as they began to lean into one another. 

Robin wasn't quite sure why she was doing this after everything he'd put her through but she knew that right now, this felt so right. 

His lips hovered so close to hers now that she could feel his hot breath against her lips as he whispered, "Can I kiss you?" The words were soft like they were a prayer being whispered behind closed doors. 

"Yes," she muttered almost breathlessly as she closed her eyes, leaning in that final few centimeters. 

The girl would have sworn that the second his lips touched hers she stopped breathing completely, unable to think about anything other than his soft touch. 

He held her so delicately as if he was scared that she would break and he realised all he had missed. 

Bradley wanted to tear up as he realised all that he had missed. He'd missed seven years of being able to hold her like this, of being able to feel her soft lips against his at any given moment. 

To Robin, he felt so perfect and they slotted together like two pieces of a puzzle. She wanted to stay like this forever and just drown in the warmth that his body brought. 

She had been waiting for this ever since she laid eyes on him again in the bat even if she didn't realise it then. 

When they finally pulled apart from one another, trying to catch their breath, he leant his forehead against hers, eyes closed as he relished in the fact that he was so close to her. 

Robin caught her breath as she reached up, placing her hand on top his hand and that's when he opened his eyes 

"Hi," she whispered with a smile. 

Bradley chuckled, "Hi," 

Like earlier in the evening, both Bradley and Robin were unsure of what to say but the awkward silence they had fallen into was gone and had been replaced with a comfortable silence. 

They pulled apart slightly and he just continued to stare at her, eyes wide as he traced the curves of her face with his hand and she just leaned into his warm touch. 

"God I missed you so much Rob," he whispered, voice breaking slightly, like it physically hurt him to admit something so personal to her.

She smiled, "I missed you too,"

There were no other words that could describe the yearning that the two felt for one another and right now all that Robin wanted to do was invite him in and make up for lost time but with both her teenage sister and her mother in the house, she knew it wouldn't be possible. 

She leant in again, this time pressing a chaste kiss to his lips that he returned instantly, beginning to pepper her jaw with light kisses. 

"I want you to stay so bad," she whispered as his soft kisses trailed down her neck. 

For a second she forgot she wasn't 25 again and they weren't in his barracks, trying to keep quiet because they knew Hangman was next door and could probably hear everything. 

She forgot that they still had things they needed to clarify about their relationship and fix but right now all that mattered was his soft delicate touch as the rough pads of his fingers grazed across her collarbone. 

"You could come back to mine, we could drive to work tomorrow together," he suggested and with him looking up at her with those big brown eyes she didn't know how she could resist. 

But she pushed him off lightly with a chuckle, "Mum wouldn't like that, and we still don't know what this is between us," she said and he froze slightly. 

"I do, but there's just stuff we need to sort out first," she said and he nodded, understanding. 

He hadn't quite comprehended how much it would hurt her when he broke up with her, thinking it would be better if she got hurt now than in the long run. But now he saw the effects it had on her and it added to his guilt. 

He took her hands in his, not quite ready to give up on winning her back yet, "I know I'm stubborn and arrogant and annoying but the worst thing I ever did was leave you. I can wait, while you learn to trust me again," he said, pressing a kiss to her hands before letting go and standing up. 

She stood up as well, brows furrowed as she looked at him confused, "Where are you going?"

"Home, you need time to think about us. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna give up this time, I'm going to give every piece of me to this relationship and that's a promise," he said before walking back to his Ford Bronco and jumping in. 

"Drive safe Brad," she called out and he smiled at her. 

"Have a good night Robin, see you tomorrow," he said before driving out, leaving behind a lovesick and confused woman who felt just like a teenager again. 

She walked back into the house, heart still pounding in her chest and lips slightly swollen from the kisses but honestly she felt giddy and so happy that there was a future. 

The bad still outweighed the good and her trust in him was something that he'd need ro build back over time but for the first time in years she had hope that this could work out. 

Robin walked upstairs to her bedroom when she saw Amelia on the way, "You enjoy your smooch?" The girl asked and Robin's head whipped around, eyes wide as she looked at her. 

"Excuse me?" She questioned. 

Amelia chuckled to herself, "I may or may not have seen you and Lieutenant Bradshaw swapping spit for a bit out there," 

The older girl cringed at the phrasing before realising the matter at hand. Her sister had witnessed her kissing her ex-boyfriend who she had sworn off forever. 

"Don't tell mum," she said, pointing at her like she was ordering someone on base to follow a command. 

Amelia just laughed, folding her arms across her chest, "For the right price I will," she said.

The 15 year old may not have picked up her father's condescending tone but she had picked up her mother's bargaining skills, "I'll take 30 dollars and I won't tell mum yet but if you give me 60 I'll shut up forever,"

"I wish you'd shut up forever," Robin muttered under her breath as she reached into her purse, pulling out sixty dollars in cash and a few spare coins, placing them in her sister's hand. 

The girl counted them up before pocketing it with a smile, "Pleasure doing business with ya Robin," She said as she turned around, beginning to skip to her room. 

"Yeah, yeah, just shut your entrepreneurial gob," she called out before she turned around and walked into her own room now with 60 dollars in her bank account. 

Later that night, just as Robin was about to go to sleep she heard a beeping from her phone and with a groan rolled over to see what it was. 

Her face lit up as she read the text on the screen from a contact labeled Rooster, "Goodnight,"

She smiled to herself as she text him back a goodnight before switching her phone off for good, lying down with a wide grin on her face as she realised that this could be it, he could be the one. 

Series Masterlist Part 8

A/N, another longer and more emotional chapter. I'm going on study leave tomorrow and my exams finish in two weeks so I'm going to be writing a lot more. I want to finish by the end of June because I have an Eddie Munson fic planned but we'll see.

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wait wait wait i just read your period sex thing (it was SUPER good) and now my thoughts fixating on kunikida 😵‍💫🥴 if the warm up game is still open, what about him degrading the reader? (i normally never thought of him with this but i feel like he’d snap and switch to much harsher words/demeanor while fucking the shit out of you if you have frustrated him enough up until that point and the fact that this happens rarely is even hotter methinks)

KUNIKIDA + DEGRADATION

ꕤ warnings: fem!reader, modern au, smut, established relationship, rough sex, vaginal penetration, some dirty talk, degradation, one singular slap, orgasm denial, not proofread

ꕤ word count: 0.3k

. . . i actually hc him to be a bit of a brat tamer, therefore i hc him to be into this 🤭 another one of those things that seem ooc but are very much in character in my eyes

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Your head rests atop the pillows, back arched and ass up as your boyfriend pushes into your warmth. He groans, squeezing the plush of your ass as he starts to rock his hips. You whimper beneath him, feeling your stomach flip when he pistons deep into you.

He pulls out slowly, slamming back in hard. You gasp, and he moans in response, repeating his previous movement as he starts to find a pace. He gives you no time to ease into the feeling, immediately picking up a rough momentum. His head falls back, eyes rolling at the feeling of you clenching around him.

His fingers dig into the skin of your ass, holding you still while he fucks you like a toy. You mewl under his form, choking on all your moans every time he pulls one out of you. Kunikida places a hand on your head to keep you down, leaning forward just enough for you to hear him when he whispers in your ear.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, a slight rasp to his voice, “To fuck you like a slut until your mind goes numb?”

You answer, though your response is interrupted by a swear slipping your tongue. Kunikida smirks, dragging his hand down your back and keeping it there. His hips snap into your backside repeatedly, merciless and eager. You utter his name, or at least try to, unable to properly speak. His hands move to your hips, tightly gripping you only to fuck you harder.

“I wanna hear you, slut,” he grunts, “You were begging for my cock earlier — keep it up.” 

Your face burns, body hot and mind fuzzy from the force at which he pounds into you. His words only fuel your arousal though, triggering that coil in your stomach.

“P-please, Kunikida — fuck- m’gonna cum,” you whine, your sentence almost incomprehensible.

“Drunk off my cock already, huh?” he asks in a condescending manner, “Mm my perfect little cock whore — can only take so much before creaming all over me.”

He bites his lip, raising his palm only to give your ass a smack.

“Hold it, I know you can,” he states, “You cum when I tell you to, understood?”

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”FINAL SONG OF THE NIGHT! GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!”

(This was started in a Tethertale server stream, but I finished it offscreen due to anxiety XD)

Y’know.. what to say in a livestream, being too personally quiet unless there’s other talkative people in the voice chat, taking too long in the drawing process, and being easily overwhelmed in general. I wish HARD that this entire thinking process didn’t blast my mind every time I start a freaking livestream, but here we are. Unless it’s purely doodles, I might not streams these kinds of things anymore. Of course, this is the present me saying it. All of this might flip on its head in the future.

And of course, there’s also me wanting to talk about things I’m hyper fixated on and my inspirations behinds these characters, but I know more often than not that many wouldn’t be interested in it. That’s natural. It happens, though that’s never to say it doesn’t effect me..

I guess that’s why I draw the Mettatons so much. It’s easy for me to imagine being like them, not worrying a single minute of what it’d be like without being autistic... Not to mention that I’ve preferred more and more to work on my Tethertale content than the skelebros. Simply put? There’s thousands of things created for Sans and Papyrus, Underverse, AUs, things surrounding them already. I thank those who’ve enjoyed what I’ve contributed in terms of that. Reading the comments and connecting with others through it will never not bring a smile to my face.

But I do wanna do things outside of that. There’s thousands of skillful creators already doing that, and I encourage everyone to explore them all! Personally though? Drawing those comics (even Suho and Wally) have brought tremendous anxiety onto me. I’d constantly think: Am I getting this right? Does this look weird? Am I respecting the original creators behind this character? Is my interpretation too OOC and such? (To answer that, I already know my past Horror Sans interpretation was OOC as HELL. Sorry Sour Apple Studios XD) I’d always think about that when making that content… And then the thing about drawing the skeletons’ noses too big? That’s weighed on me to this day, too. Back then I’d bark my mouth off about it being “jUSt My aRtsYle!”

…it’s a major yikes on my end. And now, y’know, I know better, and I’m still growing past that stingy habit. Eh. ALL of this just built up over time to the point of me not wanting to draw Marrow Manor content anymore. I’m still developing Suho and Wally in the background, but those same questions earlier stated pricked away at me, too..

As well as that? I think I should’ve stated WAY far at the beginning of sharing Tethertale that I want my intended audience for it to be late teens and up. It’s not because of what’s usually seen in NSFW (and to this day I’ll keep that content OUT of my own art oof-). It’s just that whenever I wanna draw scary/gorey stuff and/or darker topics, I feel unable to due to how many younger people see my art. I’d get uncomfortable with that… As for the audience intended? I’ll keep placing content warnings for you guys just in case, of course!

….all this to say to you guys, HELL no I’m not staying away from Candy Chronicles. Yanbunny’s still my son XD. But I’ve needed a break from the AUs outside of Tethertale, if the absence of said AUs on my account lately didn’t convey that. At least with Tethertale characters themselves, I know them inside and out because I created them. If I wanna be cringe with ‘em, there’s WAY less anxiety to do so… Now, uh, how does one end this vent- 😂

✨ANYWAY ENJOY THIS DRAWING✨