#;-; sry babey

[3-aem]

what a week…..what a week…..im here eating bahn mi while my cat who again IS fed at VERY REGULAR intervals is meowing his head off for a bite just a little lick even

[snove101]

the horrors are endless but we stay silly <3

snove

they/them

21

about me !!

neurodivergent

easian

i write silly stories and draw occasionally 🫶

i luv interacting via asks, comments, and reblogs <3

current hyperfixations / fixations

lab rats / mighty med / elite force

five nights at freddy's

the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all

monster high

mouthwashing

still trying to figure out tumblr sry </3

[wihltedarchive]

x

[beforewecame]

figured out the ao3 user whose orphaned works i have bookmarked's new pseud (changed 2x since time of upload) someone give me a medal

[thecolorsfucked]

there are hundreds of ways

to get thru the day

just find one

[pacificgrimsarc]

He can't help but laugh. Sure, a lot of those college parties all ended up being a blur, especially these days since being a full-time athlete ate more of his time than he ever could have imagined. But if there's one thing he remembers like the back of his hand, it's the way he and Elisa hit it off so well. Nobody had ever been sharper than her, able to volley right back to him with an attitude and wit that rivaled his own. (It wasn't saying much, since hardly anyone at the time knew a thing about being clever, but he has to give credit where it's due.) She may not be meaning to do it, but damn has she made Jody want to kick himself for fucking it up with her.

"I don't think I could rock a belly button piercing quite like you do," he says, a hint of flirtation in his voice. Of course he remembered that she had one. He'd spent a whole night getting acquainted with it.

Taking her words in, Jody tilts his head side to side before eventually leaning it back against the seat. Through half-lidded eyes he looks out at the fast food joint, the cold blue light inside filtering its way into the car itself. She doesn't leave him with much choice than to ruminate on his almost-lovers. What a shitty track record. Good thing he's the sort of person to barrel through life, not really thinking too hard about those things. There'll come a time and place where he has to reckon with it, sure—and he knows that. But it's not gonna be tonight, in front of a Wendy's parking lot, dipping his fries into a Frosty.

Finally, he looks at her again, mirroring her expression. "Have you always been this smart?" | @falscgcds

"It does, actually. I'm glad you suffer just as much as I do, if not more. It's what you get for leaving me high and dry all of those years ago." She teases. It was a bit satisfying to know that he hadn't found the one yet after he broke her heart. The college version of her would say that it served him right since he didn't know what he had, had been good, despite being right in front of him.

"Oh, shit. How did you find my fanfiction?" The sound of her laughter fills his car. She sends herself into a fit of giggles. It takes her a moment to regain her composure. "I mean, with the money that you make, did you really miss it?" A perfectly plucked eyebrow is raised as she reaches for her drink in the cup holder. "That's a shame. You should have gotten it pierced. We could get matching gems." She had gotten hers pierced at the age of thirteen, when it had been the 'cool' thing to do. It was a bit outdated now. Nipple piercings were the new belly button piercings.

"Because you've suffered from one too many concussions." Elisa jokes, although it may be partially true. Who knew what kind of damage he had suffered throughout the years of playing football. "I kid, I kid. I don't know. It's a human thing to do. To think to yourself, that's one less person getting in the way of finding the one."

[spacetravels]

queuing a post forgot to add alt txt to it i’ll 😭 do it when i wake up wwww so sorry in advance if it goes up while i’m knocked out

[soleilnomoon]

hello!! ive been seeing some of the requests for your current event and they have just been so amazing 😩 and also congrats on 500!! that’s amazing!

i was wondering if i could order dulce de leche, lemon drop, and lollipop with a topping of poppy seeds and caramel for 1, sabo from one piece. if not thats alright or if i didn’t request correctly please let me know! thank you sm!

i am so sry this took forever, but it's here (finally); thank you thank you 🥰️ still can't believe it tbh lmao lemme tell u i love sabo so much & yk i love angst, anyway i had fun writing this 💕

1.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, angst angst babey (altho it's a lil tame to me, but i love that shit so ignore me); sabo loves being in denial, that's his favorite river; y/n, as usual, doesn't care abt consequences; feat. oral (m receiving), rough (consensual) sex, mutual pining, sabo being a dumbass for ignoring his obvious feelings, y/n not having any self-preservation is just normal y/n behavior lbr 🌺 (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't 💛)

“the kiss i didn’t give you has become a star inside me…” — dulce maría loynaz

for sabo, life is all about routine; not in the mundane sense, but in his quest for needing to have consistent control over every aspect of his life, he thrives on having a path laid out for him. he can’t help it — it’s something that was carefully ingrained into him since he was a child. he blames his parents, blames the world he was born into, blames the world nobles for uprooting his newfound family and separating him from his brothers. yet, he holds steadfast in the work he does, finds pleasure in seeking justice wherever he can, and makes it a point to not make the sort of romantic connections that will keep him distracted.

his colleagues don’t bother prying him for more information on his previous life, and they know that he actively keeps people at an arm’s length for some unknown reason — not that they can judge him, their line of work is dangerous and there’s very little room for mistakes, or weakness for that matter.

you’re not sure what you did exactly to land on sabo’s radar, but once he set his eyes on you there was no option for turning back. not that you mind, of course — you just hate the way you can’t seem to penetrate any of the walls he’s securely built around himself. he gives very little of himself but demands everything from you.

to anyone else, this would be reason enough to cut him out of their life; but you, unfortunately, cannot let him go. if you do, you’re afraid he’ll never let you back in — not after you fought so hard for him to stay by your side.

in his mind, you’re someone that he can quit anytime; it’s a lie he likes to tell himself whenever he’s feeling particularly lonely or vulnerable. he hates that despite how hard he fights to keep you from plaguing his thoughts, you still manage to find a way — especially late at night, when he can’t seem to sleep. insomnia has always had a strong, punishing grip around him, often leaving him breathless from the way he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

at first, it was because you kept insisting on talking to him socially; then it was because he allowed you to take meals with him privately, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the others, much to his annoyance; and then it was because you had the audacity to kiss his cheek one night, after talking with him for hours. your demure behavior — the sweet, shy smile you gave him afterwards, the way you couldn’t look at him in the eyes properly the following day —ignites something deep within him that he never knew existed.

an ache makes its way into his chest, and he finds himself rubbing at it absently periodically, as if the burden of those emotions would take his life someday. while he might not outwardly show it, he looks forward to your incessant chatter — you talk about everything and nothing, something that baffles and amuses him to no end. with anyone else, he’d zone out of their conversation five minutes in, but you captivate him in an illogical way — one that has him watching you from across the room without meaning to, thinking about impractical things.

it's sabo who kisses you first, on a surprisingly quiet afternoon, in a back hallway that very few frequent during the day. a mistake, he tells himself when you part your lips for him without prompting; unnecessary, but he has you against the wall, with his knee in between your thighs; dangerous, yet he keeps kissing you anyway. he holds you still with a firm hand on the back of your neck, goosebumps tickling your skin every time his tongue caresses yours.

when you place your hands on his chest, arching into his hold as his other hand makes a slow descent down your back, he remembers himself. it takes effort but he’s able to extract himself from you in one swift motion, suddenly aware that he’s crossed a line he swore he’d never cross. after putting a good foot of distance between you two, he leaves abruptly and without giving you another thought.

or, so you think.

you don’t move from that spot for a few minutes, hands balled into fists at your sides, nails sinking into your palms out of frustration. you tell yourself that you absolutely cannot fall in love with that man. but it happens far too quickly and you’re incapable of fortifying yourself properly in time. he doesn’t kiss you again after that, not really anyway; he takes to catching you off guard when you walk back to your room late at night.

the first time he does it, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. you screech in surprise and slap him on reflex. mischievous and a little stunned, sabo laughs at your reaction — your face grows hot from the embarrassment. his idea of an apology is pulling you close enough for him to drag his lips along the side of your neck. any residual irritation immediately dissipates the moment he places a kiss on your skin, an act that saps all your common sense, and transforms you into a marionette of his liking.

after that, you come to expect his surprise visits; you let him sit you on top of his desk, legs shaking as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole. you’ve long since forgotten to keep your voice down as you lean back on your hands, mind hazy as you watch the way your arousal drips onto his palm. if he wasn’t so intent on keeping his promise to himself, he’d kiss you all over again; but he knows if he does, there will be no turning back.

and this sort of weakness is out of the question for him.

you realize quickly that he’ll always distance himself from you emotionally, refusing to hold you for long, always pulling back whenever his lips are too close to yours. despite the bruise on your heart never healing, you can’t seem to let him go.

sabo fucks you like you’re an addiction he can’t seem to quit. no matter how many times he tells himself to leave, he makes his way back to you, hips rutting against yours frenetically, his cock buried deeply, making you moan his name loud enough to mesmerize him.

witchcraft, he muses to himself on occasion, fully believing that you’ve cast some spell on him.

his selfishness wins out when you sink down onto your knees in front of him one morning, stroking his cock with your soft hand before pressing your lips against the tip. whatever residual restraint he has is gone after your tongue swipes against his slit. the moan that slips out of his mouth invigorates you, makes you wrap your plush lips around his cock, sucking on the head teasingly before taking in more of his length.

you watch him with lowered lids, moaning around his cock, the vibration slicing through his logic as he grabs onto the back of your head so he can properly fuck your mouth. loosening your jaw, you hold onto the backs of his thighs for support, a heat passing over you every time sabo’s hips snap forward. your mouth is warm and moist, a combination that has him moaning your name without thinking. your heart speeds up and he ignores the warmth that spreads through him when he looks at your face; he constantly marvels at your beauty, at your soft skin, at how pliant and obedient you can be.

it annoys him that he’s found himself this deeply invested in you; when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, you take several deep breaths, a few tears sliding down your cheeks, a bit of saliva gliding down your bottom lip. the look he gives you is fierce and somewhat feral, and suddenly a nervousness that you don’t anticipate infiltrates your thoughts when he tells you to get on the bed.

he doesn’t have to tell you to get on your hands and knees, but he does it anyway; you severely underestimate the way his voice affects you — always a commanding, impressive force that leaves you breathless as you rub your ass against his stiff cock. you know you’re toeing a dangerous line by doing that, but you’re beyond caring. sabo glides his cock between your folds, arousal coating his length immediately.

you whimper shamelessly, fingers curling into the sheets as you plead with him. “sabo, please, i can’t take it anymore.” whatever else you want to say comes out as a garbled noise and you choke on his name as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting his cock into you roughly. you squirm when he pulls on your hair, yanking you back to him, lips nipping at your skin.

“stop running,” he says gruffly, his words almost making you laugh.

you could tell him the same since you theorized a while ago that he’s perfected the art of running. he doesn’t kiss you when you turn your head to look at him — he rocks his hips forward, the tip of his cock reaching a spot that has you clawing at his arms, your cunt squeezing around his girth in retaliation. he doesn’t kiss you when he has you on your back, legs draped over his shoulders as he pounds into you mercilessly, your voice growing hoarse, body writhing underneath him every time he sucks on your skin.

you wish you could hate him for making you fall in love with him, because only love could make someone foolish enough to carry on a relationship like this. you fall a little more in love with him every time, but he always finds a way to shatter your heart when he turns away from you on the bed. he tells you constantly that you can stay or leave, that the choice is ultimately up to you as it doesn’t affect him either way.

it must be madness that drives you to stay, wrapping yourself with the covers, breathing slowing as your eyes close. he turns around carefully, watching you with a tenderness that forces him to drape an arm around you, lips ghosting the curve of your ear as he whispers softly.

“i like having you around.”

you open your eyes but don’t dare turn around, afraid that he’ll leave if he realizes that you’re still awake — because if he ever takes those words back, you’ll never survive the fallout. so, you will your heart to stop beating loudly, and tell yourself that this must mean he’s lowering more of his walls for you intentionally. you don’t know how long he’ll allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, but regardless you’ll always cherish the time he’s spent with you.

[sairitaikutsu]

FINALLY WATCHED MK 2021

So a few things

I did not cry. Im sry but it was prolly the pacing of the movie cuz it was a little too fast, or because my brother’s asleep and it’s 2am and i’m not supposed to be loud, but i did not cry (uuu internally i did but im sad that i didnt cry). However i did feel hyped especially at the ending :D

LIU KANG RAGGHHH HE’S SO FUCKEN BABEY. I LOVE HIM. I WANNA RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND SQUEEZ HIS CHEEKS URHRHHRHGGG. HE DESERVES ALL THE HUGS IN THE WORLD‼️‼️

The shaolin boiss!! Love them. Kung Lao really said “skill issue” 😭😭 i’m just gonna casually steal that. Liu joining in was the icing on the cake

there’s a next movie coming if i remember correctly? Anyway, i’m looking forward to that as well ueueueu

Love how Kano’s portrayed here. His banter with the others was funny for a while but as the movie progressed, I got a little too immersed and the second hand embarrassment kicked in 😭

I love the idea that Cole’s just standing there while Hanzo’s talking to him in Japanese like “yeah i totally got that (did not understand a single word he said).” It doesn’t really mention that he can understand it soo yep

I FINALLY GET WHAT ONE OF THE REBLOGS ON THE GRASSHOPPER POST WHEN THEY SAID SOMETHING LIKE “(in tears remembering mk21)” THE FUCKING HEADBAND RAHH

Can Kung Lao be brought back as a revenant, pls? I’m under the impression that Bi-han will come back as Noob Saibot, so if that can happen but Revenant Kung Lao can’t, I’m gone

Overall, a solid 9/10 for me. Minus 1 because of the pacing. Again, I’m looking forward to the next :0

Shoutout to @natyoboi for watching with me lmao

[firstofficerkittycat]

going insane again over this sry but theres something so fucking good about the way IN WHICH 11 was a freak and how much it made sense to the canon and how genuinely all it needed was the level of like narrative voice of reason that ten had from the day he girlbossed on mars up to his regeneration. like he wouldnt have to listen to it but it would need to be there. he was born out of the most fucked up day possible and he was born out of 10 deciding he was god one minute and a monster the next and and viewing the people he loves like insects and then fighting that thought and physically dying for them and finally just breaking in a way that took the whole essence of who he was with him, cus he was so desperate to just be ten and not allow himself to be intergrated into the rest of his collective past he just said fuck no and buried himself in there as far as he could go. he didnt want someone else to walk off with his life. 11 was not just a regeneration blank slate he was just blank. he knows his past but not like it happened to him. like we know from day of the doctor that he just forgets important shit whether on purpose or not. he just pushes everything in his past away and i feel like on some level that is just 10 in the back of his brain, in his walled off little identity bubble being like fuck you you're not allowed be me. he completely regressed and then he crash landed on earth and the first face his face saw was a little girl who thought he was a superhero who would kill all the bad guys for her so he became one and then it got fucken weird babey

[squeakitties]

Tag meme- get to know you game: answer the questions and tag the people you want to get to know better

my bf @filamints tagged me i kiss u

- last song you listened to

born this way lady gaga babey

- currently reading:

my bf is reading halo fall of reach to me.... its.. A Lot LMAO

- currently watching:

i don't rly watch anything sry

- currently obsessed with

LMAO uhm. fortnite. drawing pokemon fetish art. hm. OH yeah cooking i also do that

tagging people: @cablll @dyrdeer @evildeerboy sniles

[possibilistfanfiction]

your latest rebloghad me snickering i never have understood the obsession with her. anything youve been listening to lately that you rec for someone looking for something new?

ok before anyone comes for me lmfao i do want to say that i generally find her music mostly fine, sometimes good, occasionally a song will make me absolutely feral for no discernible reason lol. i think she's an eco-terrorist basically but like... her music is fine & ppl being normal fans is... normal lol

what is BEYOND to me is when ppl will literally like... post abt her like she's their friend, or defend her music when like sometimes artists u like make mediocre shit! that's fine! lol like i have two lorde tattoos & i do think overall as a project solar power is beautiful & cool but was it earth-shattering like pure heroine or melodrama? no! which is fine! i don't need it to be! i also have no idea what lorde is doing day to day lol

also i will say i love pop. i love being a fan of pop. i think the world runs on pop music & it should! i named my dog after charli xcx! not everything i listen to (or consume in general) aligns with my personal politic of a free palestine & a free world! my ultimate weakness is drag race! so the level of insanity surrounding taylor swift (& beyonce tbh) by (at least in my community) gay white men (or gay men trying to perform whiteness / gain proximity to it) is just... bonkers! i could go on about this forever but i will not lol. [if u like podcasts tho, a bit fruity did an ep on the political power of taylor swift which is quite interesting. their episode becoming a woman with miss benny also talks abt gayness, femininity, & pop (in an illuminating way!!) -- check them out if u want!!]

ANYWAY SORRY. some stuff i'm currently loving:

tierra whack's new album whack world. super funky, smart, heartfelt, she's the weirdest in the game & we are all better for it

BRAT ERA BABEY aka charli xcx's new singles. my favorite is club classics atm but B2b & von dutch (& the remix w/ addison rae) are summer bops. can't wait to be drunk on the beach listening to them

constantly going back to ethel cain's preacher's daughter, especially when i'm in nature w/ char. it's one of my favorite albums of all time; so fucking beautiful. hymns.

as the world's no1 bangerz apologist, & bc of jojo siwa being absolutely delulu & kind of iconic lately, i've been returning to 2013 miley for a laugh, & bc that album is so good. feels rly sad now? idk. her cover of jolene ate so hard no one will ever come close, sry

random but a cover of breezeblocks by taylor rae

honestly also whatever i loved II MOST WANTED lmao. it's gay. the only reason ppl are saying it's not is bc beyonce is on the track. it's gay i will die on this hill

lastly listening to a lot of lonnie holley

[torvus-bong]

if you don't mind my asking, what do you like to write about? any particular genres or types of stories you like creating?

what a WONDERFUL ask tbh. <3 I'm gonna go off a bit sry in advanced sp

I've always been into science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, action/adventure & thriller/suspense the most. I wrote 2 novels (it was supposed to be a trilogy) in my teen years involving these elements! it's called The Trial and it sucks, lmfao. I also have several short stories and novellas under my belt, editing accolades, and four poetry collections, three of which were published before I was 16 c:

in recent years though I've carved out a niche for myself. I primarily write queer erotica and medical dramas and was makin pretty decent money off of it, but I had to close commissions about a year ago for my mental/physical health. :c there is a reason why I keep an entirely separate blog for it lmao but I honestly love to talk about it.

I wrote a 200,000 trilogy in ten months flat, from Dec 2020 to Oct 2021. it blew up in my sub-community and has somewhat of a cult following. I actually created it as a love letter to a friend, and that's why the driving conflict is so weird and sexy lol. but I'm gonna b a lil more open abt than usual it because its fucking FAG MONTH BABEY!!!! kink belongs @ pride and w.e so it's basically this:

a colony of aliens is at risk of total extinction after a natural disaster decimated their planet and irradiated its inhabitants to almost complete infertility. earth, largely a planet that has not yet formally had contact with other intelligent beings, is contacted by this colony - they want to trade technology and information in exchange for "help" saving their dying race. in this world, capitalism fell, and deep space travel has been widely accessible for about half a century - the colony contacting the Global Governing Body is not a random event; unbeknownst to the humans, it was inadvertently put in motion by one of the original "separatists" (earth defectors).

the story revolves around two transmasculine main characters: one an enigmatic surgeon with a traumatic past, the other a bubbly but intensely focused scholar of the emergent field of xenopharmacology. the latter is just starting his transition at the beginning of this story, and the medical side of it - with all the neat scifi bells & whistles to go with it - is explored and described at length. they are both employed by the government program that was created specifically to serve/interface with the alien colony, and over the course of the plot, they realize they've been deeply in love.

by the second & third books, they find themselves at the centre of an extensive conspiracy driven by cultural trauma & steeped in human experimentation, genocide, and military conquest. it's all really quite elaborate for some niche as fuck porn lmfao and I've considered revising it for a more wide-spread appeal, but I've decided against it.

the revision I've started is so that I can do all the lore and worldbuilding that was born of the writing process, actual justice. I started rewriting in the manic period that occurred just before my most recent suicide attempt actually lol but the notes are both extensive and mind-bogglingly coherent and I'm excited to see it thru. (and it definitely doesn't hurt that my fans are climbing out of the woodwork to tell me how fucking excited they are for the reboot!!!!)

thanks for this ask. it gave me such a mood boost to talk abt this a bit :3

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

you've gone thru 250 moments of not being normal abt fnaf music u go girl :3 (sry if u dont wanna b calld girl-)

AND ILL GO THROUGH 250 MORE, BABEY

[writer-komaru]

Hello! I have returned! (I mean I was always here I just haven’t been feeling motivated to write :p)

I write this after completing the newest boss battle in genshin and I am inconsolable. So don’t mind me as I self indulge just a bit. ^^ (Spoilers in tags)

Plot - giving scara a present (confession?)

Genre - fluff to comfort

Song - Eternity ♪ Final Fantasy (guitar cover)

“Follow me!”

“Don’t pull me around like I’m some sort of child! Where are you even taking me, Traveler?”

Scaramouche growled in annoyance. You held his hand tight on your own, running quickly through the dense forest. Despite his words of protest, he made no effort to pull his hand out of your grasp.

“You’ll see when we get there. It’s not much farther away.”

“Hmph.. this better be worth my time.”

After a few more seconds, light began to pour out from an opening ahead of you both. As you and scaramouche finally exited the forest, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

“So… what do you think?”

“It’s….”

The sight of the flower field around you was almost breathtaking. The vibrant colors shone brightly as the sunlight painted the land in a soft, warm glow. The tall lilac-tilted trees around the clearing gave the field a secluded feeling. It was like a small, private place just for the two of you.

“Traveling sure does have its perks, huh?”

You smiled warmly at him. He almost didn’t know what to say.

“I still don’t know why you took me here. Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I’ve seen many different types of environments in my lifetime.”

Your smile turned into a frown.

“Even after I took you all this way to show you something special to me, you still aren’t impressed. Ahh, my heart! It hurts!”

You fall down onto the comfy bed of flowers, clutching your chest dramatically. But, just as you suspected, Scaramouche ran over to you in a panic.

“Are you alright?! Are you hurt?”

He knelt down next to you and examined your body, trying to see if there was any sort of wound on you.

Even though he tried to see all big and bad, he still was such a softie sometimes.

“Hehehe, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m just joking.”

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why would you joke about something like that?! What if something serious happened to you, huh? Would it still be a joke then?! Ugh… you’re so insufferable sometimes.”

“Yeah yeah…. Whatever you say, Scara.”

As scaramouche crossed his arms dramatically, pouting to himself, you decided it was finally time to prepare for the real reason you asked him to come here with you.

“I’ll be right back, I just need to get some stuff from the forest.”

The brisk fearful expression he gave before turning away again made you second guess yourself.

“Fine. Leave me for all I care.”

You signed, you should have been able to predict he would have reacted like that.

“You can come with me if you want, but it will only be a few minutes.”

Scaramouche paused to look at the ground before reluctantly taking your hand once more.

After walking through the flowers and finding a sturdy-looking tree, you took out a small knife from your back pocket. Scaramouche watched you in confusion as you began sawing off one of the limbs of the tree.

‘How inefficient.’

He mentally scoffed at you.

“Give me that.”

You gave him a confused look before handing him the knife. He approached the tree and with one swift, fluid motion, he sliced the tree limb right off with barely a single sound.

“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”

“Of course I did. You were barely even making any marks. We would have been here for hours if it wasn’t for me.”

“Hehe, we’ll then thank you for your contribution. Let’s head back now.”

Scaramouche watched you with a puzzled expression as you began to scrape the bark off of a small log you cut out of the branch. But any time your two made eye contact, he would just look away and scoff, saying something along the lines of,

“This is so pointless. Why do we even need to be out in the middle of nowhere if you just want to do some arts and crafts?”

You only chuckled in response.

This went on for hours before you were finally finished. After carving out the main shape, you gathered a few flowers and mixed it with some water in a stream nearby to add color to it.

“Finally you’re finished. Let’s get out of here so I can do something more worth my time-“

Before scaramouche could complete his sentence, you got up and sat down in front of him.

“Huh?”

“I bet you're wondering what this is. Well…”

You looked away out of nervousness, which made him groan.

“If you have something important to say, then spit it out.”

“Okay. Well, I’ve known you for a while now, and as time goes by, I feel like I’m learning more and more about you. And… I know this may not have any meaning to you since you see me as just a lowly worm, but I’m so deeply sorry about everything you’ve been through. I wish there was something I could have done back then, but I can't change the past. I can only change the future. And I want to make you a promise.”

You gently held out the object to Scaramouche, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“I want to promise you to always be there for you, even when it feels like you’re all alone. To always be there to support you when it feels like the world is turning against you. To always be there to comfort you when you feel as though you will always be alone. Because in reality, you won’t ever be alone anymore. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And, I know this isn’t really much, but I remember you told me about how you were trying to seek this out. So I made one for you. I… hope you like it.”

Scaramouche didn’t know what to say as you placed the wooden gnosis in his hands. This feeling…. This is the first time he has ever felt like this before. And before he knew it, he felt something begin to drip down from his cheeks, creating wet marks on his shorts. You gasped in surprise. You had never seen scaramouche cry ever in your whole time knowing him.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! Did I say something bad? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have talked about your past.”

You mentally scolded yourself as you gently brushed your thumb over the corners of his eyes. All he could do was stare at you, still in shock.

“I….”

He looked away from you, clutching onto the gnosis tightly, as if scared it would dissolve in his grasp at any second.

His mind began to race.

Why were you so nice to him? Why is he crying? Why can’t he seem to let go of it even though he knows it’s fake? Why are you looking at him with such a soft yet worried expression? Why can’t he manage to say a single word?!

He forced himself to look back into your eyes. Your expression was so warm. It filled his cold, husk of a body up with feelings he’s never even known of before. For his whole life he has felt like a broken toy that’s been tossed away and forgotten, never to be loved ever again. But the more he hangs around you, the more he can feel himself growing to trust, even care for you. No matter how many times he tells himself he shouldn’t, that he will only get his heart broken again, he just can’t stop this feeling deep in his chest.

His shaky hand reached forward and grabbed the collar of your shirt, forcing you forward and into a tight hug. Your body stiffened from the sudden action.

“S-scara?”

“… thank you. Thank you for giving me hope.”

Extra:

“So….. you like the gift?”

You smirked at him as you both began to walk back towards the forest. He looked away out of embarrassment, scoffing at you.

“Like I should tell you, traveler.”

The whole trip back to your house he clung onto not only your hand but also the false gnosis.

Deep down, he always knew that he didn’t need a gnosis to feel complete. He always had you.

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