#< using that as the name for this au so i can organize my blog

[perisautismcorner]

part 1 out of ??? Of my diamond au

meet BLACK DIAMOND.

The highest ranking diamond of the other 7. She is referred to as the creator by most, and other various titles similar to that of humans equivalent of God. Gems don't have that kind of term, but she is worshipped as if she was a god.

She never leaves her base and only speaks to the diamonds, never to homeworld gems. She uses White diamond (oc, not Canon character) to speak for her, to deliver her messages to the rest of gemkind.

Many gems fear black diamond, as they view her as a terrifying creator who will shatter any gem that is wrong. Of course, Black diamond doesn't know about this view of her. As this view was created by White Diamonds lies about her, using black diamonds image as a way to achieve power and rule over homeworld.

She has no court, as the diamonds act as her servants and that is it. She created all other 7 diamonds by taking organic things found from other planets and around homeworld. The only one made from a piece of her is Grey Diamond. To which she refers to as, my spawn.

Thats all i can share about her right now!

Used white diamond as a base.

[edgeray]

“LATE NIGHT DEVIL, PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

and never never never ever let go”- Teeth, 5 Seconds of Summer

Mafia AU! Arlecchino x Reader Oneshot

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've actually published anything on here. Well, my gay ass is back with another oneshot. This one has been in the works for at least a month. I'm considering making a Part 2, but that will definitely take at least a couple weeks for me to publish (if not months). I wish I was kidding. School literally hates me and my teachers are incessant on killing my GPA. This is also a gift for @megistusdiary because it'll be her birthday when I post this. Please go check out her blog for amazing genshin wlw content (especially Arlecchino content!) Would you guys like this on AO3 as well?

Content Warning/Info: This is a long af oneshot (6.3k words), long af descriptions and kinda long intro, Arlecchino is referred to with they/them pronouns, implied female but no usage of feminine pronouns for Reader, general dark-ish content, pet names, Arlecchino is a lil scary, I've never been to a club so I apologize for the very inaccurate information, nor have I ever been apart of the mafia so also inaccurate, a bit suggestive but otherwise sfw, if I'm missing anything feel free to tell me!

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Monsters are said to have lied underneath beds–waiting to ensnare an unknowing victim–or stalk hidden among the depths of a closet–awaiting an opportune moment to strike its next prey. Monsters are fabled entities that are used to scare off children from bad behavior and are quickly eased from the mind by coddling parents. The mere notion of a monster shooed away like a pesky fly, swept underneath the subconscious like forgotten specks of dirt. 

You know otherwise. Real monsters don’t lurk on the undersides of mattresses; no, they lurk both in the skies above and the depths below. They do not stalk dark closets because they instead stalk alleys in daylit streets. Monsters are very real, that you know is true since you’ve seen your fair share of them. You’ve met monsters in person–they’ve come to you before. Terrifying is an understatement for them, and each time one has appeared as a client, you’re no less scared shitless.

You’ve learned that even inhumane demons find themselves in need of entertainment; like the sinful creatures they are, they seek self-pleasure. And that is how you found yourself in this particular circle of hell, meant to serve and please demons, devils, and monsters alike. Perhaps it was a revolting job, working at a strip club run by a criminal organization but it paid decent money for being danced on the fingertips of whoever you were unfortunate enough to be assigned to.

If it was a regular strip club, being an exotic dancer would have been fine. It wouldn't be so bad. Lustful and prying eyes can be accustomed to quickly, and so are the flattering compliments and the awkward flirting by middle-aged married men. However, there was a difference between lecherous and predatory gazes. Here, you aren’t even viewed as a person, no, the clients here, those that come in reeking of smoke or blood (though sometimes both), armed with knives and guns on their person, see you as nothing more than a toy or prey for them. Even in the eyes of your employer, you're less than human in their eyes. 

‘You harm our merchandise, you’ll pay for it,’ is the warning given to every guest when they first enter. Merchandise. That's what you are. And that single line of words is the only thing that assures you of your safety among mafia members, gangsters, crooks, and whatnot. You've heard that the organization behind this strip club does well in enforcing that rule according to other dancers, but you personally don't want to see if the statement is true. You've been here for a little over a year, and besides bruising grips and pulled hair you’ve surprisingly yet to be seriously injured in any way. So maybe monsters do have a little humanity in them. 

You're quickly growing to be a fan favorite as of recently, which means more money goes your way, but you're not sure how you feel about all the attention on you. It's most likely because of how often you offer private dances and private rooms to clients. Whatever gets you the most money; the faster you make money the faster you can pay off your debt and be out of here. 

Tonight is supposed to be no different from other nights. You perform on stage, you rile up the crowd, you get showered in tips, and if there is a customer that looks mentally sane enough not to murder you in private, you take them to the back. Except, tonight, you're approached by your boss, who informs you that the entirety of the club was reserved by the Fatui, a well-known mafia more powerful and larger than the one that backs you up, for some celebration. These kinds of occurrences in the club rarely crop up, but when they do, they're often the most opportune time to bag in an abundant amount of money. Big shots like the Fatui pay and tip well, but there's one unsaid risk that comes with this: as a mere dancer like yourself, your life quite literally dangles in the Fatuis’ hands tonight. The organization that owns this establishment can't retaliate against the Fatuis if they so choose to dismiss the warning. They can't even compare to the might of the Fatui.

Simply put, if a Fatui kills you tonight, no one could do more besides bat their eyelashes. You're not at all pleased with this predicament of practically bordering on death, especially when you know one wrong move with one too hot-tempered Fatui could land you at the pearly gates. Keep pleasing the crowd, keep entertaining them, keep racking in the money, you remind yourself as you continue your dance, twirling around the pole sensually, and the customers devour every movement with their eyes. The only comfort you're given is that you've heard the Fatui are quite reasonable and diplomatic most of the time. This is especially true for the Harbingers, you've heard, the twelve most elite members that serve under the Tsaritsa, and the ones that are the most exclusive customers this night. That doesn't mean the Harbingers are any more humane than the average crook. Having worked in a strip club run by the mafia and surrounded by criminal organizations, the more rumored something is, the more dangerous it is. They can be considered devils amongst demons even. That's simply how vile they're supposed to be. 

The most concerning problem about the Harbingers is that you don’t know what they look like, only the occasional whisper has alluded to how to distinguish between the twelve. Perhaps, you can survive through the night if you try not to draw too much attention; let the other dancers shine instead and hope you don’t get requested for a private room or dance. That way, you can ensure you don’t end up dead. 

Your time to go upstage comes sooner than you’re prepared for. Your hands are clammy, and your form trembles in a way that only happened during your first month. Both reactions don’t make for a very good combination when your survival relies on you not fucking up and disappointing criminal customers. As you approach the pole, just like every time you’ve done, you make sure that the crowd’s gazes are in the backdrop of your mind, and instead, fixate on repeating the movements you’ve been taught and have mastered with your experience. Bet your survival on the provocative sway of your hips, the practiced showcase of your legs, and the allure of your dancing form. Beguile the crowd, but not too much, just enough to wow them. From what you can tell by the volume of the crowd, you’re doing a good job pleasing the Fatui enough. Your body stops tremoring after a few minutes on stage, and with one last final push of courage, you focus your eyes on the crowd before you.

Unsurprisingly, the makeup of the Fatui are men, though there are notably quite a few women. Either way, all of their attention is on you. As your eyes scan across a crowd, for one reason or another, you stop at a particular set of eyes near the back of the crowd. Intent, pitch-black abysses stare back, like they were trying to bore into your soul and devour every single motion of yours. They don’t quite hold the same ravenous desire as many of those before you right now, you mentally note with curiosity. It feels like your form is being calculated, in the way a predator would cautiously observe their next prey, a sensation you’ve experienced a few times, but each is no less chilling. The weight of their engrossed gaze causes you to shiver momentarily, and you snap away from their disturbing gaze to prevent any fumbling or faltering while you’re on stage. 

Tonight marks the first time you actively seek out the same viewer while on stage, or even, during your entire time here. For some reason, you feel awfully bold, or curious, whichever two comforts you more, and unlike the meek little rabbit you usually are, you instead search for the viewer’s gaze. You find the pair of eyes with relative ease, as you remember that above their eyes are distinctive snow-white strands with streaks as black as their orbs. You take a moment to study them, and they remind you of a lion–or lioness–among hyenas. The aura they exude varied quite a bit compared to the other Fatui in front of you: not rambunctious, or arrogant; it's apparent they held an aura of indomitable authority just from the way they held themselves. Perfect posture with their clasped hands nested in their lap, with one leg raised over the other. They’re an embodiment of perfected elegance, however, much like a porcelain doll, they’re also expressionless, their appearance unmarred. You don’t examine the Fatui’s form for much longer because their scrutiny on you pricks at your skin irritatedly. 

You don’t look for them again throughout your performance. In fact, you hope you never meet those charcoal pits again. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll be ensnared by whatever beastly claws or fangs you know that Fatui hides underneath that impenetrable mask. The moment your time on stage ends, you rush back to the changing room to shake off your nerves. You sit down at a nearby chair, taking in deep sighs as you attempt to forget how you were stared down like a you were cornered, defenseless animal. And that is what you are, as much as you hate it. There’s nothing that can protect you from the Fatui. Maybe if you hide, never show your face for the rest of the night, they’ll forget they ever saw you and they’ll target another dancer. Surely, that will work, won’t it? 

You’re able to steady your breathing before you can delve into a panic attack. Tonight, you decide, you’re not going to take any customers to any private rooms or take any private dances. You’d be missing out on a lot of money, but your life is more of a priority as of currently; not after the ‘encounter’ with that individual, you don’t want to think about how many more are just like them, hiding in the crowd like they were awaiting an opportunity to pounce on your vulnerable form. 

Unfortunately, it seems like someone else has other plans for you because your manager storms into the room asking for your whereabouts before his eyes narrow on you. You immediately sit up, stiff as a board when he practically marches his way towards you. 

"Someone wants you." 

You sigh and shake your head. You should have known. "Not tonight." 

He clicks his tongue. "You know I can't allow that tonight." 

You bite your lip. "Just pass them to someone else." 

"They're not someone you or I can refuse." 

"Who?" You question with a shuddering breath, your nails digging into your thigh. 

"The fourth one. The Knave. Lord Arlecchino."

Fuck your life. You might as well pull the trigger now. You’ve heard faint whispers of each Harbinger from the customers audacious enough to speak of them. The youngest, the eleventh, charming and boyish. The ninth, money-obsessed but a pretty looker. The eighth, elegant and cold, yet no less alluring. The seventh, as human-like as their robotic creations, which to say isn’t very. The sixth, is hotheaded and mysterious. The fifth, unknown. And the fourth?

Insane. Ruthless. Bloodthirsty. That’s how the fourth is described. You shiver at the horrors that appear on the forefront of your mind when imagining what may come for you. If you're lucky, you'll be alive at the end of the night, more than likely clinging to the edge of living. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get ready as soon as you can.” 

And you do. It’s not long until you stand in front of the private room’s door, your guest is already inside more than likely. The Fourth Harbinger is waiting, you remind yourself, fruitlessly trying to swallow down your stress. You can be dead the minute you step inside, this room could be marked as your grave. Whatever he tells you to do, you’ll obey wordlessly to survive. Just nod along, smile, and do whatever it is that he tells you regardless of the demand. You inhale deeply, regaining some ease of mind, before you bring your knuckles to the door, knocking. 

“Come in,” comes a deep, flat voice, slightly muffled by its distance but what surprises you is how feminine the Harbinger sounds. Maybe you got the wrong room. You glance back at the room number plate on the door, and it’s the room you remember your manager mentioning. It’s the right room. Maybe someone else? You don’t have time to wonder, however, as you enter the room, knowing that if it is the Fourth, it wouldn’t be wise to keep him (Her? Them? You’ll just stick with ‘them’ now.) waiting. 

“Lord Arlecchino?” You inquire as you enter the room, closing the door behind you. Sucking in a harsh inhale, you instantly recognize their distinct hair. It’s them. Your sight is immediately greeted by the figure sitting on the couch before you, sitting in exactly the same way you discovered them–crossed-legged and lounging back with unfaltering confidence. The Knave wears a scarlet blazer over a black compressed turtleneck, with a matching set of crimson leggings. Upon closer inspection, you’re able to make out red irises in their jet-black eyes. Despite the blatant and literal red flag, something about their appearance draws you in even when they scream danger. They’re… you’re not quite sure how to describe them. You admire the unblemished and pale skin, their elegant and rugged demeanor is like the perfect balance between femininity and masculinity. Are they beautiful, or are they handsome? You think both. 

Arlecchino stares back at you like they’re considering devouring you then and there. You can’t suppress the shudder that runs down your spine. You’re a sheep before a wolf. There’s something so chilling about them that even with your experience with other clients, none has ever made you feel this way with just their mere gaze alone. This is what separates the average crook from one of the most powerful mafia members you've ever heard of.

You wait for a response but they only continue to observe you. You take the silence as confirmation to your question and that they’re anticipating something from you. Biting back a sigh of resignation, your hands hook underneath the band of your bra top and you lift it just the slightest amount before a cutting voice makes you freeze.

“What are you doing?” the Harbinger demands, their tone chilling and apathetic, making you want to shrink in yourself immediately. Your blood pumps loudly in your ears and your hands tremble a bit. Something about how designing their gaze makes you suddenly self-aware in a way you’ve never felt before another client–you’re practically half-naked in front of them with your skimpy bra top, undergarments, and fishnets and now is the only moment that you've actually considered how little covering is on you. 

Why are they stopping you? Isn’t this what they wanted you to do? Or maybe they just want to do it themselves. Those types of customers always have the most bruising of grips and suffocating of holds. You stiffen at the notion. How are you going to survive this night with a Fatui Harbinger of all things? How many of your limbs are going to be fractured and how many of your bones are going to end up broken? 

“I…I’m undressing,” your meek voice sounds out and you hate the crack in your speech. The Harbinger continues to scrutinize you. You don’t dare continue disrobing yourself. 

There are several beats of wordless response before they then stand up from the couch. 

Oh shit. You’ve fucked up. Are they going to kill you now? Is this your end? 

Every thought is telling you to run in the opposite direction as they stalk up to you, but you're petrified as you realize with a chill that they’re taller than you. You’re not short by any means, a bit above average height, but they tower over you, looking down at you from above and casting judgment on you like a god. Once they stride toward you, you avoid eye contact by looking straight, observing their neck and clavicle that protrudes from underneath the fabric. You tense when they raise a hand, their manicured fingers placing themselves underneath your chin and long, carmine nails dig into the underside of your jaw, making you wince. They forcefully tilt your head, raising your focus onto their face. 

It’s like they plunged their hands down your throat and ripped out the oxygen from your lungs, leaving you unable to breathe. Up close, the first thing you notice is their lips, plump and red from their lipstick. Briefly, you wonder what color their lipstick would look on your skin. Then your eyes travel up, red-crossed eyes gaze back at you and you gape quietly at the distinct shape of their pupils. You swear that their pupils flash red as you finally lock eye contact with them. 

“Did I tell you to?” Their tone is cold compared to the strange softness of their handsome (beautiful?) face. 

Something in your gut coils inwardly and you want to look away, but their firm hold on your chin prevents you. You bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. You’re delicate glass in their hands, and they can break you so, so easily. 

“No, sir.” Only the numerous times you’ve said this phrase ensures you don’t stumble over your words. They don’t answer promptly, but as they observe your features, their lips quirk up the slightest amount. 

“You know how to address me. Very good,” Arlecchino purrs after several beats of silence, in a low, oh-so-sultry tone, and oh. Oh. 

You’re not sure why, but their last two words make your stomach churn, but not in a discomforting way. In the way that lights a fire underneath your skin and spreads heat to every part of your body. You’ve never quite felt this way with another customer. You couldn’t believe that your body reacts this way just from a single praise but it doesn’t stop the pooling heat in your bowels. The chill down your spine still remains in place, but there’s an off-putting equilibrium of iciness and fervor generated from the client. 

The Fatui’s eyes stay fixated on you wordlessly until the hand on your chin turns your head, finally breaking you free of their intense behold. Their grip slackens so that they can trace their nails gently down your throat, every inch of surface their fingertips brush against ignites a blaze on your skin. A shuddering exhale leaves your lips and it seems like they take notice because from the corner of your eye, the small uptick of their mouth grows. Despite how sensual and probing the Harbinger’s touch feels, there’s nothing lecherous about it–purely just intrigue and fascination. It’s a touch you both have and never experienced before. Cold nails rake against your throat, not enough to mark or scratch, but enough to invoke shivers. 

You’re aware you should be terrified, but for a reason you can’t pin down, you can’t jerk away from their touch. You try to reason with yourself it was only because you’re one upset away from getting yourself killed but that reasoning falls apart when their hand gingerly traces your jawline and you make the softest of groans, a barely audible noise of content. Unfortunately for you, the sound seems to have reached Arlecchino’s ears and their expression softens slightly: their eyes narrow less and their brows aren’t as creased. And that smirk–if you could even call it that from how faint it is–becomes a half-smirk. 

They pull their hand away and your trance is broken, reality returning back to you as you remember that the person before you is still a Fatui Harbinger, no matter how bizarrely melting their touch was. They turn on their heel and walk towards the couch in front of you; the slightest bit of heaviness is placed on your heart. You remain stationary where you are, observing them as they seat themselves gracefully on the couch, and their attention encounters yours again. Their black pits hold expectancy in them. At first, you’re clueless as to what the criminal desires from you, but then their legs spread apart, an inviting gesture that beckons you and every rational thought leaves your easily swayed mind. Your heart skips a beat, and you're sure this time it's not out of trepidation. 

Even if you didn’t command them to, your legs would take you to their seating figure. You stand before them, feeling blatantly disrespectful to look down at Arlecchino, but you await their order. They lean back, lounging laxly against the couch, their posture never lacking their usual self-assurance. It only ties the knot in your gut tighter. You’re aware of what they’re instructing you to do, but the absent confirmation makes you hesitant. It seems like the Knave picks up on this because the room echoes with one definitive spouted word from their lips, authority and dominance ringing through their husky voice. 

“Sit.” 

Your legs buckle underneath you from the one-worded response, the demand only stoking the consuming fire inside you. Eager to please, you perch yourself on their lap, straddling them, your knees pressed into the furniture below you and encasing both of their thighs between your own. 

Oh, you think to yourself as your legs make contact with their thighs. They're firm. And for some reason, that provokes your stomach to churn in itself even more. You're so close to them, enough to feel their breath cascade against your skin. 

As you seat yourself, you nearly clumsily topple over, instinctively grasping onto their shoulders for support. Their shoulders are remarkably broad, you regard, well-muscled as well. Their hands creep up on your hips, steady but gentle hands grasping on each bare side of yours to stabilize you. The heat that radiates from their hands is infectious, regardless of the nails that burrow into your plush waist. For the first time, you flush considerably, a sweltering inferno forming in your cheeks and your head fills with dizziness. Their touch is gentle–something you rarely experience with customers–so, so gentle that you would describe it as heavenly. How can someone so inexplicably vile have heaven on their fingertips?

It's not a position you never found yourself in. In fact, it's far from the first time you've been like this with another client. But here, as you're sat on top of the Fatui Harbinger, and red x-pupils search yours, a foreign feeling passes through you. Placing your finger on it, you dubiously think it's bashfulness, but the heartbeat that sings in your ears and pulses underneath your fingertips tells you otherwise, tells you it's something more. Against that, you remove your grasp on their shoulders and place your palm flat against the couch’s surface behind the Knave. 

You squirm a bit, nervousness in your form as you remain as still as you possibly can, waiting for any more instructions. All you need to do is act like an obedient doll for them in order to survive; compliance is the best way of ensuring survival with people like these. You feel like you're merely eye candy from the way that their attention flits across your body, but you're immobile throughout the entirety of their observance. Being looked at is much better than any physical interaction. Their hands still cup your hips, but slowly, they descend to the side of your thighs, making your skin feel tingly. 

Impulsively, you mumble out a quiet "Sir…" as strange sensations brush against your skin. 

The sound surprises you and you feel on edge as their eyes travel from your lower half to your face. You gulp considerably. From their stare, they expect more of a response, a reason for their addressment, but even you don’t know yourself; it seems like an unconscious calling that just rolled off your tongue. You cow underneath their gaze, even when the two of you are at eye level. When you linger in quietude, their hand releases one of your thighs and lifts to your face, supporting your chin while their thumb rests on your bottom lip, unfurling it just the slightest amount to implore an answer from your now parted lips. Gleaming scarlet pupils grip your regard sternly, piercing into you and instilling you to spew something out. Except, you still can’t, now too entranced and lost in the crimson. 

“Doll.” 

Despite the pet name, it's devoid of any affection or warmth. It's a word that drips of command, a reminder of your place: simply a toy that they can play with however they want, a manipulated and decorated plaything for their amusement. That means you answer to them, and so when they request a response, you're under the obligation to please them. Your survival is in their palms anyway, if they wanted you to dance, you would just so they wouldn’t strangle the life out of you. 

However, its implication doesn’t prevent the tingling shudders that wrack your body nor the involuntary clenching of your thighs around theirs. Was it the gravelly voice that aroused your behavior? Your cheeks flare at the knowledge that Harbinger sensed the physical reaction. It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be possible, your thoughts repeat, but then they're interrupted by: 

"Oh?" Arlecchino inquires to themselves, a stark amusement in their speech. Their red glare illuminates slightly, replacing the lost darkening with a faint glow in their pupils, and the corner of their mouth curls up. It is only then that you discover something entirely new: that monsters can be sinfully, cataclysmically, terrifyingly beautiful and the sight before you is the most exquisite example. A devil has you wrapped in its claws and its fangs readied for devouring but it’s disguised as an ethereal angel; blinded by their perilous allure, you mistake their snow-white hair, their lustrous piercing rubies, their flawless porcelain skin, and their burning, fleeting touches as traits of a seraph. From a measly smirk, you forget the atrocities lying underneath their fingertips and dismiss the hazard their presence holds. 

The hand on your thigh rakes its fingers up, red nails trailing across the surface of your fishnet, wrenching out a breathy gasp from you as they travel inwards. Tingling pleasure injects into your veins as you subconsciously lean in, imploring for further sensual contact. A plea sits on your tongue and nests in your eyes as you beg them through your pitiful expression. They drink in your desperation with a slow swipe of their tongue over their lips, and that single action is debauched enough to elicit a soft groan from your throat.

“Well, aren’t you an amusing toy?” They drawl out with a preposing rasp and dark abysses glint with an insatiable hunger. 

They smirk enticingly, their thumb running across your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick on their thumb pad. Their grip on your chin tightens a bit, pulling you even closer to them before a shadow casts over you when their face nears. Before you can even fathom their intentions, they descend upon you, closing the distance between the two of you. Your lips are greeted with something pillowy soft and fervently warm, and you sharply inhale from the sensation. Every one of your nerves sings frenziedly, your muscles tense all over, and your heartbeat drums deafeningly in your ears–all of this as your body is engulfed in a fervid tornado of heat that makes you lightheaded with pleasure. It takes you several beats to realize the reason for this is that Lord Arlecchino, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave is kissing–no, kissing is far too intimate, devouring–you voraciously like they're trying to rob you of any air, trying to imprint themselves on your mouth. Their mouth dominates yours, pushing against them with a deep fervor and famished urgency, eager to swallow every bit of shocked noise you make. 

You close your eyes and allow yourself to indulge. 

You first taste lipstick with a waxy flavor hitting your tastebuds. It’s cold against your lips, yet warm at the same time. But the physical texture and flavor of their lips are irrelevant; there’s only one true manner you would distinguish their taste: 

They taste like sin. 

The type of sin that’s chocolate coated and sprinkled with colorful toppings; depravity so sweet and charming it makes you reconsider the bounds of right and wrong. Degeneracy is far, far tastier than anything you’ve indulged in before. How can something so evil be so heavenly? Cushiony soft, placidly warm, flatteringly zealous, it’s like having a dance with a devil; so unequivocally immoral but no less gratifying. You question if they really belong to the Fatui because how can something like this come from such? You want to engrave the texture of their mouth onto your memory, feel this faux intimacy even when you’ve long parted. The Fourth Harbinger, you surmise as you surrend your will to them, is decadent–the only word that can be defined as both wicked and delectable at once–the perfect word to describe them. 

The last remaining bit of reasoning comes to the backdrop of your thoughts and begs you to not be swept away in the heavenly embrace. You discount it in favor of accepting this godsent gift by leaning further with a weak imitation of their ravishing lips and pressing back. It’s a feeble attempt to match their insatiate nature, far too domineering and forceful than you can manage but they display a token of appreciation when they squeeze your thigh, indenting your skin shallowly with the burrowing of their nails. The action exposes just how sensitive you’ve gone underneath their touch and you reward them with the sweetest of sounds. 

“Arlecchino,” you mumble with half-lidded dazed eyes in between ravenous exchanges and it evokes a depraved throaty growl from the Fatui, like provoking a call from a starving beast. They lean deeper to indulge in your taste. The gruff sound reaches your ears and it’s like a psalm–you shudder from its musical melody. 

Their clutch on your jaw releases and their fingers outline your jawline before snaking to the back of your head. Well-manicured digits entangle themselves in your hair, and there’s a gentle shove against your skull that forces you deeper into the kiss. Your hands clutch onto the couch underneath you as tight as you physically can for any sense of grounding and your knees attempt to close in even more to feel more of their body against yours. The hand on your leg, in turn, caresses the length of your thigh. 

Every graceful touch, stroke, and brush exudes an unyielding and infectious warmth that only adds to the stoking fire in your gut, and you’re bathed in so much swelter from the ecstasy that you feel dizzy. Yet, you never want it to end, you grow more addicted and drunk with each encounter of their lips. That, paired with your strained breathing, prompts your stamina to falter much sooner than the Harbinger’s. You let out a soft whine to signal your depleting oxygen, and their mouth unlatch with yours, pulling away despite your ache for more. With the separation comes a small string of saliva attached between the two of you, evidence of the shared intimacy that’s snapped when they lick their lips. The hand behind your head detangles from your hair and you silently mourn over the loss of contact. 

You heave for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You’re a little perturbed when you notice that they’re not even out of breath, a small but firm reminder that they’re as inhuman as humans can be. That knocks a sense of reality back into you. Customer, mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, it comes back to you like a train. Here you are swapping spit with them while in the lap of potentially the most dangerous criminal you could ever meet, but fuck were they a good kisser–you’ve never experienced anything that came close to this in your lifetime.

Any foolish doubtful contemplation of the morality of this interaction is swept away just like that when you hear:

“Greedy little thing that you are,” they regard with the most cunning and handsome of smiles, discrete amusement dripping from their words. Their dark pits behold you entirely, the same way they have always done when it seems like they were contemplating what part of you to savor the most. Only this time, you’re not so disturbed by the notion. If anything, the swirling heat in between your legs suggests the opposite.  

Greedy wasn't a word often associated with you, yet you couldn't more correctly describe yourself in that moment. Greedy. Greedy for a Fatui Harbinger no less. As ashamed as you should be, there's no use denying that you crave for their touch, for their gaze, for anything and everything they're willing to give you. You want everything and more. The more you contemplate, the more it seems obvious why you wouldn’t. Are they a devil disguised as an angel, or are they an angel that fell from grace? Regardless, they bring nirvana to you. An incessant desire bubbles inside you, your throat swelling up with an urgent request on the tip of your tongue. Would they allow such a thing if you plead? Would they be offended by your impudence? Would they punish you for such? But the necessity outweighs any reconsideration of your insolence and the supplicant beg tumbles out of your loose lips. 

“Can I… touch you please, my Lord?” You croak out, wincing at just how wretched it comes out. The response from them is not immediate as the two of you stew in silence, a building sense of dejection inside of you. The expression on their face noticeably contorts, smile lessening, their brows furrowing, and their red x’s glinting dimly. Their free hand raises to near your neck and you suck in a harsh breath as their fingers enclose around your throat. The mere action sends a stinging reminder to your lust-dazed thoughts about their position, and a chill pierces you. 

Mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave–the labels cycle through your thoughts. Though their grip is lax, not exactly suffocating and giving ample space to breathe, their fingertips does acutely jab into your skin, a display of their impressive grip strength. You have no doubt that they can suffocate you with one hand alone, snap your neck, or, as your mind ventures into more harrowing territories, crush your skull. Those thoughts alone has you breathless with anticipation. A heavy weight suddenly appears in your gut, so heavy that you feel like you can’t move so much as a muscle. 

Did you just go too far? Was that too much to ask? Was this how you were going to die?

The reflex to gag and inhale combat each other in your throat, a discomforting sensation that crawls up your spine while you tremble. You’re almost certain that the nails have penetrated the layer of skin, drawing beads of blood that’ll trail down your mark. You whimper at the prickly pain. Yet, in all your unease, the most masochistic thought arrives briefly at the forefront, and you can’t help but consider: this position is just as intimate as all the other interactions. You’re already so vulnerable in their lap, does the hand around your neck change your peril in any way? No, you’ve been a defenseless lamb to a slaughter the moment you’ve stepped into the domain of a menacing wolf. 

Ah. Even now, you can’t dismiss the warmth of their fingertips. 

“Do you still want to touch me when I do this?” They demand callously, their voice harsh and reverberating through the room. Their grasp closes more around, and you feel your supply of oxygen inhibited. Tears begin to brim your eyes, but you’re undeterred. Unlike Arlecchino’s, your answer is instant and breathless. Your eyes intently lock on theirs, the hardened expression enough to satisfy their question. There’s no need for contemplation. Danger, you determine, is addicting. 

“Yes.”

The previously small smile stretches across their lips considerably. Content, or dare you say it, thrill writes itself over their face and the boulder previously pressed against your shoulders is lifted. Your throat is freed from their hold, but their touch doesn’t halt there. Instead, they rotate your head for you to face to the left, exposing your side profile to them. From the corner of your eyes, you watch as their face draws closer to your skin, hot breath cascading across the small dents her nails created. The one on your thigh finally leaves, moving to one of your hips, tender strokes across your flushed surface. They lean forward, and moist, plush skin meets yours. Lips traverse over the length of your neck, teeth scraping against, making you weakly groan. It takes all of your will to still your body, only allowing for the Harbinger to do whatever they desire to your form. Their touches are burning, burning, burning–so hot that you wonder if you’re experiencing a heat wave. Peppered kisses follow the edge of your jawbone, all the way up to your earlobe. A wet kiss graces your ear and then the most sinful of statements dignifies your eardrums, like a devil whispering hymns directly into your ear. 

“I think I’ll keep you to myself after this.”

A short hum follows afterward. 

“If you want to touch me, you’ll have to work for it. You’re only mine for tonight, aren't you? Entertain me. Give me a private dance, doll. After all, you have me for all night.” 

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Link to M-Alexa's amazing art and how I imagine Arlecchino to look like in this oneshot.

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the heavy weight of guilt that seemed to bind itself to your shoulders became more and more unbearable as you make your way down the dormitory’s hall, searching the wall for a very specific set of letters and numbers. although he told you that it would never be a bother to help you - that you could come to him for anything and everything - it didn’t change the fact you still felt as if he didn’t say it with full confidence.

you had always done your best to never take your friends’ kindness for granted, always ensuring you could do various tasks yourself or that you didn’t need the extra help with studying. but unfortunately, the front you put up to feign perfect diligence and organization was bound to fall over time.

you check your phone once more, ensuring that you were, in fact, at the correct dorm before bumping your knuckles against the wood no more than thrice, distinct enough for it to be heard by the dorm’s single inhabitant, but soft enough to not disturb his nearby neighbors.

taking a step back, you can hear a bit of rustling, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you - in a rather panicked state - make sure you even look presentable; the harsh winds between the library and the dorms doing much more damage to your previously unwrinkled sweater than you could have predicted.

the lock undoes itself, and only a second later you see the familiar rectangular glasses of your beloved friend with a smile on his face; a gesture you are surely mirroring to him.

“hi, y/n,” he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a small cheshire-like smile as he opens his door wider. “come on in, you can set your things on my bed.”

in moments like these, you are thankful for jay's introverted ways. if he were to not value his alone time as much as he does currently, you might have had to introduce yourself to one - or possibly even more - residents in his living space.

you nod, following his instruction and slinging your bag off of your shoulder once you make it to his room, letting it sink into the grey comforter sprawled across his mattress. “so,” jay begins, catching your attention as you turn to face where he stands at his doorway. “what is it exactly you’re struggling with? or would you rather save that for later and just, y’know, relax, maybe,” he says, his own tone questioning but laid-back, allowing you the comfort of knowing he is content with either option.

“i think…” you begin to trail off, subconsciously sitting yourself upon his neatly made bed beside your bag, finding yourself wishing to stay there longer. “i think relax, if that’s alright.”

earning a nod, jay smiles fully, showing his teeth as his nose scrunches the smallest bit. “i could use a break from studying as well,” he concludes, making his way closer, grabbing your bag, and carefully placing it on his desk chair. “would you wanna watch something then? i’m sure there’s a new release that’ll distract us for a bit.”

you watch him grab a playstation controller from a mounted shelf and turn on the console before easing himself onto the bed next to you, legs dangling off the edge as you push yourself to lay against his headboard. booting up netflix, he joins you, back pressing against the dark leather frame with a sigh.

“genre?” he questions, turning to face you as you purse your lips into a straight line.

“i’m fine with anything, maybe something that’s like… calm? something that can help with the relaxing mood we want, y’know?” you suggest, earning a nod from jay as he returns his focus to the screen before you both.

scanning through the various movies available, you both settle for one, the controller now on his bedside table as he lifts the covers from under himself.

“i’m gonna use these, but if you want a blanket or anything i can go grab you one,” he offers, sliding his legs under the comforter as the first few scenes of the movie start to sound throughout the small dorm. “or if you’re comfortable with it, we can both use them," he lifts the edge of the comforter, offering you a space to slide in next to him if you wished to; you oblige.

thanking him, you turn back to the movie - trying your hardest to think what could have happened in the short moments you missed - as you find yourself falling deeper into the bed’s warm comfort.

it wasn’t a secret your friend had a difficult time standing up against lower temperatures, so it didn’t faze you much when he bunched up the comforter at his waist, creating a small pocket for his hands to reside in.

even with the distance between yourselves, you could feel some of his body heat radiating off of him, especially along your legs under the blanket where the heat was only amplified. truthfully, the longer the movie went on, the harder it was to keep track of whatever plot there was; something that didn’t go unnoticed by the man next to you.

“you okay?” he whispers, almost as if you two were in a theater rather than his dorm room. “you seem a little out of it, y/n.”

you nod and let an exhale slip through your nose, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding in jay's direction. “i’m fine,” you reassure, but the look jay gave you proved he didn’t believe you.

“i’ve known you for, what? two years now?”

“two and a half,” you interject, earning a shake of the head and a bashful smile.

“either way, i’ve known you long enough to know you aren’t telling me the truth,” grabbing the controller, he pauses the movie, hiking one leg up further to face you properly on the bed. “what’s goin' on?”

he always made it difficult for you to not come clean to him about how you’re feeling, his attentiveness always amazes you. you take a deep sigh, letting your head fall back against the headboard before you speak.

“uni’s just . . . been a lot,” you say, turning your head to the side to capture jay within your view, his eyes trained on your own; how they always were. “i’ve been feeling insecure about my studies, and even more now that exams are coming up. it’s all just been weighing down on me lately.”

while the words you spoke were truthful, it most definitely wasn’t the reason you were distracted during the movie - jay's soft gaze locking with your own isn’t helping the dull ache in your heart. he nods, turning to face the now freeze-frame of a scene on the screen while he thinks of a reply. you could practically see the cogs turning in his brain, wanting to offer you absolutely anything that could help with that insecure feeling you were succumbed to.

“is that why you wanted to come over and study?” he asks, and even though he already knew the answer, he found himself needing to hear you confirm it. when you nod, he hums in understanding.

“i think,” he begins, his hands freeing themselves from the comforter-cocoon they had occupied up until this moment, laying them atop his legs as the comforter lays below. “i think you need to consider how you feel outside of your workload. i’ve seen your agendas every now and then, and i’ll tell you, that’s a lot of shit for one person to do in the amount of time you’re given.

“i think you need to take off-days like this more often. allow yourself to be worry free for even just a few hours. let yourself recharge and, y’know, get that needed energy back,” he turns back to you, a soft smile on his face. you could tell he was trying his best to console you - an action that was admirable within itself. “maybe this is a sign that we should hang out again; watch movies together or go out more often.”

you chuckle, the sound of his soft, shy laughter accompanying your own. “maybe i should follow that sign, then,” you conclude. “thank you, jay.”

“you know that you don’t have to thank me,” he replies. “you’ve helped me many many times since we’ve known each other. the least i could do now is help you when i can.”

“you still deserve to be thanked.”

“if it helps you sleep at night, then you’re welcome. now-” he readjusts himself to face the television again, grabbing the controller. “are you actually interested in this movie? or should we do something else, 'cause i can not tell you a single thing that’s happened within the last, like, twenty minutes.”

you raise your brows, a smile playing on your lips. “what’s got you distracted? we talked about me; it’s your turn now.” jay lets out a deep laugh at your eager tone, shaking his head and letting his bangs fall over his eyes, still protected by his glasses.

“nothing to tell,” he shrugs, your eyes squinting at him in disbelief, causing him to laugh again. “just have some things on the mind.”

“school stuff?” you inquire, noting how he shakes his head negatively.

“nah,” he says. “just some other things.”

“jay,” you call. at the mention of his name - in a much more stern tone than you rather call him with - he turns to you once more. “you can talk to me, you know that right? like you said; you’ve helped me so many times, it’ll never be a bother to do the same for you. we’ve been friends for two and a half years-”

in the middle of speaking, you notice his gaze falter. how his brows lower a bit and how the curl at the corners of his lips straighten out just a tad.

“-so trust me when i say that you can count on me, always.”

although to yourself it felt as if you were preaching, you knew jay wasn’t getting that impression, seeming to hang on to the end of your sentence as he processed it all.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about my relationships with people. which ones are the most important to me, stuff like that,” he seems to mimic your exact actions as you had when explaining your internal dilemma - leaning his head against the headboard as he closes his eyes.

“don’t worry, though,” he starts again. “my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it."

his words pull at your heartstrings, a soft yet prominent chill running up your body - subconsciously reaching your hand to grasp his within your own, your thumb running along the backs of his knuckles.

“jay,” you say, drawing out the last letter as he cranes his neck to see you, a small smile on your face at his kind words. “i want to be with you as long as i can be. our relationship is important to me, too.”

he smiles at your words, bringing his gaze down his lap and watching as your fingers begin to play with his, finding himself turning his hand palm-up and weaving his fingers with your own.

the atmosphere felt much more serene, jay getting off his chest what he’s been feeling for quite some time - even if it was incredibly indirect as well as disguised as a dilemma with every relationship rather than just the dynamic between you two.

with your vacant hand, you grab the controller, saying how you’ll choose the movie this time because you “have an eye for this kind of thing.” jay didn’t argue, he simply watched as you navigated through the movies on screen, and he could help the way his heartbeat increased watching you use the controller with only one hand in favor of keeping the other locked with his.

the air conditioning starting up stirred you awake - unbeknownst to you that you had even fallen asleep in the first place. the dull hum wasn’t the cause of you waking, but rather the gust of chill air that flooded the dorm at an alarming rate.

the movie you had selected was now complete, other recommendations on the dimmed screen, indicating it was close to going into sleep mode. you don’t bother to grab the controller from the other side of jay, seeing as he’s sound asleep as well and you don’t wish to disturb him.

sitting up slightly and angling yourself towards the window, you notice how a blanket of darkness seemed to envelope your campus, small stars peeking through and illuminating the otherwise black sky. although you had just woken up, the sight of the calm, serene city was enough to make your eyes droop, allowing yourself to lean back into the pillows, getting in a more comfortable position to sleep. surely jay wouldn’t mind me spending the night, right? you hope.

you lull yourself back to sleep, the warm embrace of the blankets being too welcoming to ignore. all is quiet until you hear a soft groan, followed by blankets shuffling beside yourself. realizing your own rustling might have woken up your friend, a pang of guilt slices at your chest, heart racing as adrenaline courses through you at the possible confrontation from a grumpy jay.

instead - and to your own shock - jay shuffles closer, perhaps chasing your body heat and pulls you to his side, one arm snaking under your waist while the other simply rests atop your stomach. the pressure was light, barely even there as your body stiffened under his touch.

he most definitely was unconscious - that was something you easily concluded by his even breathing against your shoulder; perhaps if you weren’t as taken aback by his sudden closeness, the soft rhythm would help aid you in your slumber. unfortunately for you, you were - in fact - taken aback; but not disappointed with his closeness - why you feel that way is something you would much rather address with yourself in time, even if the answer has always been at the forefront of your mind.

where his hands lay limp previously now are digging into the soft material of your sweater in an attempt to pull you closer; you knew he was just trying to get warmer, but the action still caused a heat to rise within you.

haphazardly, you try to help; maneuvering yourself onto your side facing him and wrapping your arms around jay without disturbance. thankfully, the plan proved to be successful, your body now pressed against his torso as your cheek rests on his chest.

his hands - with such natural instinct that it made your head spin - splayed across your back, fully extending his fingers to gather as much warmth as he can as well as keep you securely pressed to himself. his legs found their way tangled with your own, effectively trapping you against him.

you didn’t have it in you to readjust for three reasons. one: you knew he needed the warmth - his complaints about being cold so often and pulling his sweater sleeves over his palms as if it’s part of his daily routine being enough evidence of such. two: you didn’t wish to wake him, knowing that the mental strain he’s enduring is surely tiresome, not to mention his school workload and job on top of it all. and three - and while this one is incredibly selfish - you’ve always wanted to be this close and comfortable with him.

he’s never been a big physical touch person, at least not with you. and it sent an electric shock through you whenever he grabbed your hand to guide you somewhere or put a friendly arm around your shoulder. that same electric shock rose within you at this - albeit being much calmer now as time progresses forward.

with his gentle breathing and steady heartbeat against your ear, you feel your own begin to match his rhythm, falling back into a deep sleep while in the arms of the man you have been secretly pining over for the last few months.

when you finally awake once more, it’s to the sound of footsteps. the light shines through the window as you sit up, the blanket falling into your lap as you take in your surroundings - and most notably - the empty spot beside you.

your back arches as your arms stretch above your head, fishing your phone from your sweater pocket - that you happened to leave there, not expecting yourself to fall asleep or even spend the night at all - and noting the bright 8:14 AM on your screen.

reluctantly, you rise from jay's bed, feeling as your muscles adjust to being used after remaining idle for a few hours. smoothing your sweater, you waltz into the main room, hearing a noise from the small kitchen located within the dorm.

assuming it was jay, you proceed, prediction proving itself to be correct as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. he catches you standing in the doorway from the corner of his eye, his gaze landing on your slightly slouched form only a moment later.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” he beams, reaching into the cabinet to grab another mug and setting it beside his own. “coffee?”

you shake your head negatively. “i think i’ll just go for water right now, thank you, though.”

jay nods, instead moving to his fridge and pulling out a water pitcher and pouring it into your mug. after placing the pitcher back and handing your cup to you, he continues with making his beverage of choice.

slowly taking a sip, the cold drink jolts your senses awake - something you were quite thankful for in this moment, jay clearly ready to start his day while you’re still adjusting to the sudden light.

“did you sleep okay? i tried not to move too much once i woke up,” he says, giving you a side glance as he continues preparing his coffee. there wasn’t a grand distance between you two in the cramped kitchen, but enough to have small details slip past if you weren’t looking closely.

and closely you were certainly looking, taking in each hair that stuck out of place from moving in his sleep - and probably running his hands through the strands once he awoke - and how his face was still a bit puffy from sleeping; the most important to you was the faint blush that dusted over his cheeks. if it was due to his comment about you sleeping together or a natural morning flush, you were unsure.

if you were to be sure of one thing, though, it’d be how your stomach flipped seeing him with such a soft expression, naturally glowing as he slowly warmed up to the world around himself.

“i slept well,” you reply, eyes shifting away from him as you feel you’ve been staring too long for comfort. “i’m sorry for crashing here.”

“please,” he says, a sense of disbelief in his voice. “you’re always more than welcome to come over, and that includes impromptu sleepovers. it’s really no issue.

“you made the bed warmer, which is always a plus for me,” he adds, finally taking a sip from his perfectly prepared coffee and sighing in content, turning to lean his lower back against the end of the small countertop.

your cheeks heat up at his comment, confirmation that - at the very least - he enjoyed having you there with him and that close. you both drink in silence, choosing to not disturb the calm atmosphere you found yourself in while you enjoy your morning together. as the sun rises, natural light floods the dorm, proving there to be no need for artificial lighting as the day grows.

it felt pleasant on your skin, warmth from the blanket of light that shone down on the both of you; you were content. in your moments of thought, you fail to notice how jay had flicked his gaze toward you, watching with a delicate smile on his face as you slowly came-to.

it was rare he got to see you in such a state, always having changed your appearance in some way from when you woke up once you met him on campus. it was a pleasant change; a change he thought he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“we should do sleepovers more often,” he suddenly breaks the silence, voice no louder than necessary to address you from a few feet away. “i can take the couch next time, though.”

“you know i would never make you sleep on the couch, jay,” you correct, a half-smile on your lips as he chuckles.

“is that you agreeing to more sleepovers?”

you take a second to ponder on the offer, knowing very well that whatever you currently felt for your best friend would only grow with each night you spend with him. in the middle of your thought, you are forced back to the night prior when jay had confided in you about how he viewed your relationship with one another.

“my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it.”

you smile softly at the memory, and with an - albeit hesitant - nod, you smile at him. “i think i am.”

if you had known previously how torturous it would be to be next to jay every night, you don’t think you would have agreed to spend every second of your depleting days with him.

he was in no way treating you poorly - it was actually the exact opposite - and that is precisely what made the whole ordeal torturous. showing up only for there to be an extra plate of food for you, even if you didn’t announce your arrival to him (he just knew). whenever he started keeping skin care products in his bathroom, going out of his way to buy new ones specifically for when you stayed over instead of having you bring yours every time. when he cleared out an entire section of his closet and dresser for you to fit your clothes into so you wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his - even if you loved wearing them and he loved seeing you in them.

it’s only been a month and a half since you began staying over a few nights each week, and you could very much feel yourself growing more fond of your friend - the most difficult part was the internalized feeling that it was all one-sided.

you take a deep breath, swallowing the food jay had ordered in for you both before leaning back in your seat. the air wasn’t awkward, but there was a certain tension that lingered, and that was surely to be one-sided as jay continued with his meal, seemingly unbothered.

poking and prodding at the take-out with your utensils, jay speaks up. “are you finished?” he asks, standing and reaching his hand out to take your plate if you chose to give it to him.

“thank you, jay,” you say, handing him the dish as he abandons his own half-eaten plate in favor of washing yours - always a gentleman. in truth, it became harder and harder to be subjected to his kindness, your intoxicated brain taking each gesture as reciprocated feelings; something you know you should not do.

you make your way over to him, fully intending to hug him goodbye when he places the plate in the sink, switching off the faucet, turning around - and with, unfortunately, wet hands - places them on your shoulders to halt your movement.

“why the sudden change of heart? was it the food or me?” his eyes show nothing but pure worry; worry that he had crossed a line he didn’t know was present. although he was right; it technically was because of him, you couldn’t bring yourself to panic him further.

“just not super in the mood to be around anyone, is all. you didn’t do anything, jay,” you reply, and where you had hoped to see the distress dissipate into relief, the concern remained prominent. his sentences are hushed, as if he was scared to even speak them into existence but knew it was something he must do.

“is it something i didn’t do?”

most certainly not, you think. he’s doing everything he should be doing - but he’s doing everything he should be doing for a significant other.

from the way you hesitated to answer, jay concluded it was something he had failed to do. it was obvious that whatever it was, you wished to not speak of it, so he wanted to remedy what he could with what little information he knew.

“is there any way i can fix it?” he asks, voice sincere and pain evident in his tone; the thought makes you gulp.

you’re awfully aware of his close proximity now, hands on your shoulders and keeping you close to him, as if he’s afraid you would vanish; much like how he held you the night before you started staying over and all the times that followed.

“i think i…” you begin, tongue trying to string along any line of words to ease his anxiousness - only a simple sentence comes to mind.

“i think i’m starting to blur the lines with you, and i don’t think that’s something you’d want. . . with me,” you finally breathe out, expecting some kind of weight to be lifted because of your half-confession, but instead you’re met with intense eyes staring back at you and your heart beating against your chest.

he remains gentle, never letting his fingers dig into your clothing or his voice go over a volume necessary - the exact gentleness he’s always granted you with. you’re almost shocked when his lips begin to curl, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his nose scrunching as he smiles.

“can you be more specific for me?” he asks, now one dry hand - which one-hundred-percent soaked water into your shirt - sliding up to rest against the side of your neck, thumb tracing along your skin while the other remains in its place. “what ‘line’ are you referencing?”

his tone shifted from caring to teasing in a matter of seconds once he picked up on the implications of your words, something that caused your heart to race and pulse quicken; jay could feel such under his palm.

“like the. . . the line with us. the line between friends and. . .” you take a second to finally break your gaze away from him, now offering you a close-mouthed smile as he watches you pick at your brain. “something more.”

“more?” he questions, but from the look in his eyes, you knew he understood what you meant. “i see,” he says, causing your gaze to catch his once more. “you’re upset with what i did do, because i’m treating you like the princess you deserve to be treated as,” his hand raises from your shoulder to cup your cheek, the other staying planted directly above your pulse point, feeling as it rises and falls. “but you’re also upset with what i didn’t do, because i never made anything official with you - said where i stood with. . . us,” with raised brows, he questions you further, hitting the mark directly. “is that right?”

hesitantly, you nod, his hand moving along with your head at the motion. his smile only widens, causing an ache in your chest for a reason you can’t quite name. was he laughing at you or did he feel the same way?

as if sensing your worry, he fills the silence again. “i don’t know if you just hadn’t realized or never took the time to think you’re more than special to me,” he begins, his eyes tracing over each and every feature on your face, as if he’d like to keep the memory of you looking at him forever. “but i don’t treat even my best-est of friends the way i treat you.

“the place you are in my heart- hell, even in my thoughts, isn’t where the rest of my friends are. you’ve taken over your own little spot, and i let you,” he concludes, and while it all sounded sweet, your brain desperately needed something more direct.

“can i kiss you, y/n?” his words shatter your thoughts, pulling you back to reality; pulling you back into your current position of being held in his hands. “i promise i wanted to confess in a way much more personal but- i don’t think i could have gone much longer without telling you. not when you’re here with me, like this.”

nodding, your eyes meet his - finding hesitance within jay's. “can you say it, please?”

the sudden questions causes your skin to heat, and he can feel the warmth travel up your neck and face; something he found comforting.

“jay, please kiss me,” you whisper, and it only takes a single moment longer till you feel his lips on yours. he was gentle, instead of pulling you to him with the hands he had on your form, he stepped forward to lean into you. his lips were slightly chapped, the partially rough texture of his lips a harsh contrast to the soft hold he had.

his lips move along yours, thumbs dancing along your cheek and neck as if to ground you - and grounding is something you very much needed in this exact moment. when you lean into him more, you can feel as he holds back a smile, pulling away for only a moment to fully express his happiness that he couldn’t hold back before quickly pecking your lips again.

“i can’t believe how dense you are,” he chuckles, watching as your brows furrow and an incredibly small pout forms on your face. “did you really think i felt nothing for you? after the months we’ve been sharing a bed and after the years i’ve known you?”

the question was rhetorical, you knew that. but still, you pushed up any courage you could muster to provide him an answer. “never thought you’d fall for me, to be fair.”

“y/n,” he says, a sudden sternness to his voice that has you frozen in place, yet still soft to let you know he wasn’t going to scold you. “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.”

his eyes are full of sincerity and love. he views you as someone he loves.

with a sudden rush of adrenaline, your fists grab at the neckline of his shirt, haphazardly pulling him forward to capture his lips again. he doesn’t protest, he allows you to kiss him with need - he returns the gesture with the same amount of want.

his hands drop to your sides, grabbing at your sweater - the wrinkles that formed from your daily activities still present, and jay's grip on the fabric does little to dismiss them. he shifts from handling the sweater to latching on harder to your form desperately as your lips continue to move against one another.

“y/n-” he groans, your name coming out muffled as he couldn’t bring himself to pull away long enough to get a proper sentence out.

you whine, wordlessly telling him to continue. reluctantly, he parts just an inch so he can see you properly; see your lips swollen and how your pupils are blown out. “i promise i wanted to take it slow with you, i don’t want to rush this-”

“don’t you think we’ve been taking it slow already?” you interrupt, watching his brows raise the smallest bit at your interjection. he can’t find it in himself to disagree, bringing back your point about how the lines are definitely blurred, and have been for a while now.

“well. . .” he trails off, gaze loving as he watches you dangle off of every word he speaks, waiting for what’s next. “maybe we don’t have to take it that slow anymore.” his hands remain where they were planted against your clothes, massaging the fabric and skin beneath his fingers.

with ease, he turns you around, your lower back resting against the edge of the countertop as he tilts your head back - trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then to the exposed expanse of your neck.

it only takes a few lingering pecks until your palms are pressed against his chest, allowing yourself to be at his will while he continues to kiss and bite, never enough to leave a mark.

“are you okay with this?” he asks, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin. you nod, earning a small exhale from jay. “from now on i want verbal answers, okay?”

you caught yourself before you could nod, muttering a small ‘yes’ in reply.

“yes to which? yes you’ll give verbal answers or yes you’re okay with this?”

“both.”

the simple response earns you a smile, a tender kiss to your lips, and his hands grabbing at your waist once more. “as much as i don’t want to waste a second, i think we’d be much more comfortable not in the kitchen.”

and so, you push him forward, freeing yourself from being trapped between him and the counter before you both make your way back into his room. almost instantly, he pulls you towards his bed, sitting you down so you could look up at him - his hand connects with your cheek once more, admiring you.

he leans down to peck your lips a single time before diving in again, kissing you feverishly and holding the back of your head in his palm to angle your lips towards himself. jay's right knee slots itself between your thighs and presses into the mattress, leaning forward, and holding himself up with his vacant hand.

you gasp slightly into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t fall completely backwards, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue alongside yours, an appreciative hum escaping him as you tilt your head. his hold remains gentle, only moving to lower you completely to his bed before his hands travel to your sides.

“can i take this off, baby?” jay asks, voice soft and pet name falling from his lips as if it was the most natural thing he could address you with, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

“yeah, but. . .” you start, quickly losing confidence when you feel his fingertips dance along the skin of your midsection - hands hidden under the material of your sweater he has yet to lift.

“would you want me to take mine off first?” he asks, eyebrows raised and glasses slowly falling down the slope of his nose from the downward angle he was positioned in.

“yes, please,” without hesitance, he smiles, pecking your nose before obliging. he lifts the garment easily, tossing it onto his desk chair and straightening his posture in front of you. from this angle, he looked ethereal; kneeling between your legs with exposed skin close enough for you to run your hands over.

he reaches for his pants next, sliding down the black sweats with ease before tossing them with his shirt. “is this okay?” he asks again, hands returning to their place just underneath the hem of your sweater.

“yes,” you say softly, a gasp soon following as the garment is lifted slowly, feeling jay's knuckles running against your skin as he discards the clothing, letting it join his own on the floor.

“so beautiful,” he notes, almost as if he was speaking to himself before dipping lower, the muscles under his skin dancing with his movements as he plants his hands on either side of your head, lips connecting to the underside of your jaw. instinctively, your hands grab onto the skin of his torso, massaging it under your fingers and feeling each muscle contract as he maneuvers his way lower to kiss at your collarbones.

leveling himself, he trails his hands down to slide underneath your back, making quick work of unclasping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders - his hands were delicate and soft with their movements. he lifts his form for only a moment to gaze down at you - looking absolutely stunning laid out on his bed before him.

“you’re even more perfect than i could have dreamed of,” he breathes out, almost as if he was in disbelief you were real; your body warms at the compliment. “just- just look at you. . .”

you watch as his hands move across your skin, fingers rubbing and gripping your waist and hips; it was only then you noticed the tent in his boxers. “jay-” you whine, the sight enough to make you want to pounce on him.

“yeah, baby?” he asks. the vulgar request stayed lodged in your throat, wanting so desperately to be released but you didn’t have the courage to do so. jay seemed to have caught onto this quickly, and you almost felt embarrassed with how easily he read you. “is the princess getting needy?”

yes, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. jay chuckled, watching as your back arches at the question, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you against the bed. “it’s okay, i’ll give you everything you want,” he says, voice low as his lips curl into a smile. “but first, we still have to get you ready, okay? can i take these off, too?”

quickly giving him permission, he grins as he takes off your pants, not failing to see the wet patch that formed on the bridge of your panties. “oh? i’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping for me, huh?

“you’re so cute, princess,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, vacant hand grabbing the inside of your thigh to pull your legs further apart. “getting all worked up over some words and little touches.”

two of his long fingers press onto your core, rubbing up and down slowly and nipping at your neck; this time, with the intention to leave a mark on you. you let out a gasp as his fingers catch your clit for just a moment, and you feel as he pulls away from your neck to look at your face - eyes closed and mouth slightly open; you looked beautiful to him.

his opposite hand grabs your jaw softly, prompting you to open your eyes to meet him, fingers now having left your core in favor of rubbing his thumb soothingly along your hip. “are you sure you want this?” he asks, and the thought made your heart swell.

“yes, please. wanted it for so long, jay,” you say, brows furrowing as he beams.

“is that right?” he replies rhetorically, a pleased expression on his face as he looks back down, the hold on your jaw never faltering. “want me to take these off?”

“please-” you beg; music to jay's ears. “don’t wanna wait anymore-”

“i know, baby,” he says, making quick work - well, as quick as he could with a singular hand - to remove your last piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare for him. his fingers reconnect with your naked core, eliciting a small moan from you. “but i still need to prep you a bit, okay? don’t wanna hurt you.”

you nod in understanding as he lets go of your chin, running two fingers between your folds to coat his digits in your slick. he starts slowly, thumb circling your clit to get you more relaxed to take him, before slowly pushing his coated fingers inside.

his eyes are trained on your face, grabbing your hand within his own to help ground you and subside any pain or discomfort you may feel at the initial push. you wince slightly, brows furrowing as jay shushes you softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“shh, baby, it’s okay. you’re doing so, so well for me,” he whispers - you can feel as he slowly starts scissoring the two digits inside your core, the sensation pleasurable. “gonna add a third, okay?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter out, and in any other scenario rather than this one, you think you’d smack yourself out of embarrassment; with jay, you were comfortable.

slowly, he pulls his fingers from you, slotting a third one alongside the previous and delving them back in gently. his pace is slow, easing you up to the intrusion and making sure you stay comforted knowing he was there.

“there we go,” he rasps. “are you ready, baby?” jay says with care laced in his tone, fingers never slowing the pace he had set previously as he rubs against your walls.

“mhm,” you hum, eyes closed while he pulls away fully for only a moment to discard himself of his boxers, quickly grabbing a condom from his bedside table drawer. tearing it open carefully, he slides it onto his cock, now finally free from its confinements.

you don’t have half the brain to gawk at him - something that may be playing in your favor at the moment while he returns to his spot over you. with one hand by your head and the other holding his cock, he teases your core with his tip, gathering what he can of your essence.

the initial prod at your entrance wasn’t painful - you hadn't exactly been able to look and see how big he was and if you would be able to handle it - but you could tell he was being hesitant, as if he knew he had the potential to hurt you. your eyebrows knit together, the sudden warmth pushing inside you enough to render you speechless while your hands find purchase on his shoulders.

“does it hurt, baby?” he asks softly, halting his movements until you reply - watching as your naked chest rises and falls with the rhythm of your breathing.

“n-no, jay, feel-s so good,” you manage to get out, your closed eyes guarding you from seeing the smirk that grew on jay's lips. “please, wan’ more, please.”

“oh,” he replies, his tone slightly condescending as his hand raises to cup your cheek, the action causing you to open your eyes and finally see the shit-eating grin he’s been sporting for who knows how long. “anything for you, angel.”

he gives you more, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel completely full, his hips pressed to the back of your thighs while his hands drag down your body, stopping at your waist. “let me know when i can move.”

the stretch had a small sting rise within your abdomen - as the pain slowly subsided, you don’t fail to notice how jay's breathing hitches when you tighten around him suddenly. still, he keeps his composure, being careful to not move a muscle so you could get used to the intrusion.

you squirm slightly, back rising from the bed and chest meeting his - the movement making the man above you groan. “please move, baby,” you plead, voice coming out much more pathetic and desperate than you would have liked it to be.

with a hint of hesitance, he pulls his hips back and pushes forward once more, a heavy sigh leaving his beautiful lips as he soaks in the feeling of you around him. “fuck. . .” he gasps, mouth hanging open as he leans down, attacking your neck with kisses and bites, sucking at the skin. “look so pretty with my cock stuffed in you.”

he sets a steady pace, slow enough to be comfortable for you but quick enough to have you seeing stars, as well as let you know just how desperate he was - how much he wanted you. you could feel him everywhere; the tip of his cock pressing deep inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix with each thrust. his hands desperately grabbing at your torso while his lips nipped at the sensitive spots on your neck - he was everywhere, clouding every single one of your senses.

you could hear his heavy breathing in your ear, chest heaving against yours as his breath fans the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving sloppy kisses behind while his thrusts pick up. you barely register how one of his hands travels to where you’re connected because of the cotton your brain had turned into at jay's advancements - his thumb circling your clit with ease due to your slick.

a broken cry sounds within his room, begs of 'please' and 'more' falling from your lips as he increases the pressure of his digit. “you’re just fallin’ apart, aren’t you,” he mumbles into your skin, raising his head just enough to lock eyes with you, pupils blown wide and sporting a grin. “such a pretty thing, takin’ all of me so, so well.”

your hand flies to his hair, grabbing at the nape of his neck to guide his lips to yours, feeling the vibrations of his groans against your lips. he feels you tighten around him, brushing his tongue against your lips and granting him access - he seems to care less about being neat.

pulling away to catch his breath, he sees the mixed saliva coating your lips, most likely his as well. he smiles down at you, thumb picking up speed along with his hips as you mewl. “you close, angel? gonna cum for me?” you nod quickly, breath feeling like it was being knocked out of you with each pointed thrust he delivered, the pressure on your insides causing a tight coil to form in your abdomen. “c’mon baby, wanna hear you, remember?”

“g-gonna cum, jay- please, ‘m so so cl-lose,” you gasp, closing your eyes as you teeter on the edge of your impending orgasm. you hear him chuckle, the sound of skin slapping accompanying his honey voice at it fills the air around you both.

“let go, angel, i got you. cum for me.”

it was so simple, and you never took yourself as someone who could finish just by hearing someone tell you to. but as you gasp jay’s name, drag your nails across the soft skin of his back and arch your own - you found yourself capable of something you didn’t even think possible.

maybe it was the sting of the sudden marks that lined the expanse of his back or the way you sounded so desperate to cum that pushed him over the edge, or perhaps even the way all of his senses were flooded by you: hearing your calls for him, feeling you clench around his cock, watching your face contort as you finish, tasting you on his tongue and the smell of sex that now fills the room. you were everywhere - and he’d have it no other way.

“ ‘m almost there, jus’ a little longer,” jay breathes, pulling his hands to grab at your hips, chasing his high - and with a breathy moan of your name - he spills his seed into the condom, shallowly thrusting through his orgasm.

he manages to keep himself steady, muscles aching as he holds himself up to prevent falling on top of you. catching your breath gradually, you wince when he pulls out.

“sorry,” he whispers out an apology, and if you had the energy in you, you’d tell him he has absolutely nothing to apologize for. closing your eyes, you hear his footsteps getting farther and farther away until they appear again, and this time, he kneels next to the bed where your head is.

“hey, y/n,” he whispers, not wishing to startle you with his sudden presence - you could practically hear the soft grin on his face. “let’s get you cleaned up, okay? then we can rest.”

you gather whatever energy you had left to give him a small nod, easing yourself up onto your elbows - with jay's support - and pulling yourself off the bed, trudging your way to his bathroom. “go to the bathroom, i’ll get you some fresh clothes and water,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he makes his way back to his room.

you do as he asked of you, deciding to splash your face with water once you were finished. as if he never left, jay was back at your side, fresh clothes in his hands along with a glass of water. “put these on, then don’t leave this room until you finish this glass, okay?” he asks, stern voice laced with care. “can you walk alright?”

you reassure him you can walk completely fine even though you were leaning against the bathroom counter for support; a smile spreads across his lips. “meet me in my room once you’re done, okay?” with those final words, he pecks your lips, allowing you some privacy to change - as if he didn’t just see you nude. always a gentleman.

you don’t take long, halting for a moment to smile and admire how he brought you his shirt and sweats instead of your own, despite them being in the same dresser. slipping them on and quickly gulping down the water, you shut off the light and - slowly - make your way back to his room.

he greets you with a smile, scanning your outfit before welcoming you into his arms, pulling you into the bed with him. “how are you feeling?” he asks, fingers stroking along the fabric of his shirt as it lays against your back.

“good. sleepy,” you reply, eyes already drooping from the exhaustion you feel.

“let’s rest, then,” with a kiss to your cheek and another to your lips, he brings the covers over you both, tucking you away within his chest and legs tangling with yours to ensure you stay locked within his embrace throughout the night - he doesn’t believe he’ll get cold with you beside him and the warm feeling fluttering in his chest.

a delightful aroma fills the dorm, waking your senses up one-by-one, the final being your sight as your eyes pry open. rubbing at them with the tips of your fingers, you slowly adjust to the light that beamed through the bedroom window, illuminating the rest of the space with its warm glow.

easing your way out of the bed, you notice the vacant spot next to you. concluding jay was then the cause of the aroma, you rise from your place. stretching your arms above you and letting out a pleased sigh, you make your way through the cracked bedroom door.

the scent only becomes more prominent as you navigate your way through the dorm, hearing sizzling and soft humming from the kitchen. you stand at the entrance, following jay's every movement as he makes his way around the space, preparing a meal - usually, you’d feel selfish assuming the food was also for yourself, but you’ve come to learn that jay always cooks with you in mind.

he seems to not know of your presence - you never making any effort to show yourself in favor of watching him work diligently. and while you would have thought you were able to fool him - not making a single sound to hide your company - jay knew all too well that your eyes were on him; choosing to feign obliviousness for your own entertainment.

turning, he acts surprised, lifting himself on his toes to fake as if he was shocked by your appearance in the kitchen. “good morning, y/n,” he says, mustering up his voice the best he could to make himself seem startled. “i didn’t know you were there.”

he was never very good at lying.

“yeah, and i couldn’t smell this from the bedroom,” you say sarcastically, smiling as you approach him. he has no hesitance in pressing a kiss to your forehead, your smile mirrored on his own features once he pulls away.

“it’ll all be ready in a few minutes,” he says, returning his attention to the cooking food before nodding his head in the direction of some filled mugs. “i didn’t know what you’d want - there’s coffee, tea, and water for you to choose from. . .”

“you made every option?” you question, half in disbelief.

“well, yeah- i didn’t wanna wake you,” he says sweetly. although it wouldn’t have bothered you much to be woken up by him, it was proven difficult to be mad at him when his heart was in a good place.

you don’t reply, only pursing your lips before selecting which drink you’d prefer, taking the mug into your hands and taking a sip, basking in its taste with a content sigh.

jay smiles to himself, pleased with your reaction to such a simple drink. grabbing plates from the cupboard above himself, he carefully prepares both of your breakfasts - handing you yours with utensils, you both hastily make your way to the dining room, ready to enjoy your meal together.

“thank you, jay,” you say, pleased with the small assortment of food he was able to prepare.

“of course,” the smile never leaves his lips, not even when he’s taking a sip of his own drink or chewing his food - and most definitely not when he watches you eat what he had made.

your eyes widened, not necessarily because you thought jay wasn't able to cook, but more so by the fact that he always wanted to get take-out when you came over. “you can cook this well yet we always order something?” you question once you finish, already starting to scoop another bite.

he chuckles at your flattery. “sometimes it just seems more beneficial to pay for an already-made meal rather that buy the ingredients and cook myself,” he replies. he was right - a majority of his income went into other necessities (he also just wanted to make sure you always had a good meal, not one he could easily fuck up). "plus, this is really the only dish i can make. it would get boring to eat it over and over again if i cooked every time."

you have a troubled time imagining you'd get bored of the sight of jay in the kitchen, but nevertheless, you understood his point completely.

silence consumes you both - a shared tendency of going quiet when there is food in front of you. peaceful was a fitting word, no pressure to continue past conversation or start up a new one; a comfortable silence is what you found yourselves in.

continuing your meal with little haste, your eyes glance towards jay's hands, utensils teetering in his grasp as they shake slightly.

“are you cold?” you inquire, prepared to stand and grab anything that could warm his limbs; he ushers you to sit.

“i’m not cold, don’t worry,” he says, the smile he offered not very convincing as you sink back into your chair, knowing better than to prod at him. he’d open up when he wished to.

a part of you was glad that jay hadn’t made any comments about the night prior, unsure if your head - or heart - could take such confrontation so early in the morning.

on the other side, you wish to know his thoughts - if he thought of you any differently, and how so. did this mean he reciprocated feelings? and possibly the most important question to you above all else - did he regret it?

“it’s still early in the morning, you normally don’t look so concentrated this early,” he comments teasingly, the corners of his lips turning upwards while your heart thumps an increasing beat in your ears.

“i could say the same about you,” you defend half-heartedly, knowing you’d succumb to defeat.

“let’s do a trade then; you tell me what on your mind, i’ll tell you what’s on mine,” the prospect of it all was so simple, yet it caused your breath to hitch at the mere thought of bringing up your relationship with him while he could easily be pondering over his upcoming assignments or shifts he has to cover.

with a sigh, you lean back in your chair, seemingly done with your plate as your eyes land on jay from across the table. “you first.”

he chuckles at your childish antics, mirroring your position and folding his arms over himself. with confidence, he begins. “i think my relationship with you has become the strongest its ever been. that’s not something i’d trade for the world, but i do have a. . . request, i think.”

you raise your brows. “you think?”

“depends on if you’re willing.”

“you’re so insufferable when you’re vague,” you bite back. thankfully, jay picked up that your words were playful, never meant to actually hurt him.

“sorry,” he says half-heartedly, secretly enjoying the annoyed expression on your face while you gave him the softest gaze. “i think what i’m asking is if you’d like to officially go out with me, see if we’re compatible as more than just friends.”

you smile knowingly, deciding to tease him a bit further in hopes to get on an even playing field, repeating a phrase you said only moments before. “you think?” tilting your head to the side as the man across from you smiles, shaking his head and breaking eye contact for only a moment to compose himself.

“i know i’m asking if you’d like to go out with me,” he finally says, a sudden weight lifted from his shoulders now that the words are out in the open, but the dense feeling soon returning at your impending response.

he knows last night couldn’t be any kind of measure for how you felt towards him (it seems he forgot you practically confessed to him yourself because of his nerves), and he’s been trying his best to keep himself from coming to a conclusion based on his own feelings and wishes. the imminent doom he felt grew to be too much, the tension in his chest when he was laying by your side only expanding as the day proceeded.

you exaggerate your expressions: looking off to the side and tapping your chin with your index finger, even though your mind was already made up - it’s been made up for quite some time now.

jay could see right through your little act, a laugh coming out in a small huff of air from his nose and his smile widened. “you really have to think that hard about it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, a teasing tone laced within his voice.

“this is a big decision, jay!” you say. “what if we aren’t as compatible as we think and ruin everything?” you couldn’t even take yourself seriously, knowing you were throwing out statements that were untrue - but, whatever show you have going, must go on.

“i think we’re compatible as we are right now,” jay begins, his previously playful tone shifting to one of more seriousness but still managing to keep the lighthearted atmosphere present. “but, if you still want time, i can wait for you. i can show and give you everything.”

your heart aches - and as if suddenly you felt you had led him on for far too long with your reply - you smile, soft and welcoming. “i don’t think you need to wait, jay.”

“you don’t think? y’know, you can be pretty insufferable when you’re vague, too,” he laughs as warmth begins to creep up his neck, settling high on his cheekbones. his gaze remained gentle, never leaving your own even if his nerves were begging him to. “and to think i was gonna cook something myself for our first date. . .”

you gasp dramatically, now both in mutual understanding of where each other stood, you found yourself teasing him (to try and calm your own heart or because you wanted to see him flushed, you weren’t quite sure). “i want to go out with you, jay.”

“good,” he breathes out, smile ever-lasting as he takes a deep breath in, relieved to finally hear confirmation. “i want to be with you, always.”

© SZUYIIN 2024. DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, ALTER, MODIFY, TAKE INSPIRATION, OR REPOST MY WORKS.

[kimberlygbart]

Role Swap AU Masterpost

If you're old enough in my blog then you remember [this]

Yeah in the end I never even updated that, it's almost a year since the mod was actually released but hey I'm here!

This also might be the last post regarding the AU. It's over fr, I've reached my dream in wanting to release a mod of it and getting fanart sooo yay, the AU is done for, but dw! I've kept Whitmore, turned him into an OC.

If I don't forget to post again lol Y'all will see more of him!

Anyways here is the mod!!!

Above it's all art I've made for it alongside a GIF :P

And below the cut, you will find more links, such as gameplay and all the music! INCLUDING the full-ass complete lore of the AU!

ya that's right!! Community game played my game ain't that crazy! Okay so here is all you need to know:

This is an AU where Whitty (now who's referred as Whitmore as his last name only) and Updike (Gabriel in this AU, he doesn't know his last name or anything since he was abandoned) switch places. ONLY they do in this AU, all others stay the same. Conrad Whitmore was raised by The Greater Good (similar concept to SCP) after being found in abandoned and crashed down lab as a doomsday experiment. TGG saw him as an useful tool Being fed well and trained since childhood, he's naturally taller and bigger than average Whitty. Also more tired. Just because Conrad had a good childhood doesn't mean he was free of trauma btw ☝ He had many experiments done on him such as vivisectomy, endoscopy and multiple blood tests and even organ removals, however he was often manipulated by TGG into doing this of free will, ever since as a kid.

For those who ask "well what about Carol? Does she still date the Whitty from this universe?" yes she did! Hex and Carol are/were still Conrad's closest people he has had in his life But Carol eventually broke up with Conrad once she learnt the true nature of his job. A big rift developes between them, with her trying to desperately convince him TGG is not the better solution it claims to be, while Conrad defends it with his life for is the only thing he knows. Their fights escalate a lot, until she visits him in his office. Needless to say it didn't go well.

I have an animatic as well! In a resume, their (verbal) fights gets him so agitated, he enters his ballistic stage where he hasn't felt that in years besides while a kid. And during his rage he pulls the trigger while Carol calls him names (monster being one). TGG covers the crime, the lyrics are important btw!

This all happened when Conrad was 21, Carol's death is tragic enough he enter a depressive episode + is taken back to his 'original bunker house' (where he was raised) by TGG for 5 years for reevaluation. Hex is the only one who knows what happened because Conrad told him. That's pretty much the lore? I think? UH anywasy tldr I became so attached to Conrad I've scrapped the 'swap' alternate reality of it and turned him into Whitty's twin brother (and Carol isn't dead there).

Also out of respect for Sock.Clip, Gabriel, or TGG no longer exists, I'm just dumping this here to be registered in my tumblr since it was the only social media I never uploaded the lore of my AU completely. But yes, swap whitty is fully dead, ofc ppl can make art for it duh, I just mean I won't be making content of it ever again, Conrad instead is being brought to the 'original' fnf world, and will be currently Whitty's twin, but his lore or story has been completely rebooted.

Thank you for reading all this damn ur a true homie!!!

[lullydoesstuff]

- TOP DYSTOPIAN BOOKS -

Well, since I want to use this blog for personal stuff too and not just for requests or stuff concerning my MANY Demon Slayer AUs, here we are talking about some of my favourite books ever.

I love dystopian ones so these three will be very hard-core, I love the Hunger Games, I love Maze Runner, I love 1984 but these three just hit different.

Let's not lose time and let's begin!

3 - Tender is the Flesh (Augustina Bazterrica)

I decided to start with a book that has arrived in my country just this year, I didn't know about it before and I'm so glad I red it, even if it really disturbed me... do you know what the Promised Neverland is? Well, take it but make it Supersayan. And this is the less disturbing one here.

Plot: Marcos works in the meat industry, he always did but recently a virus started spreading, and animals couldn't be edible anymore so what does the government do? They start searching for vegan replacements? NO! They legalize cannibalism. Marcos has a troubled life, his father has gone mad since this "transition" from animal meat to human meat and his wife left him after they lost their son. He works in the meat industry but he swears to himself that he's not like the others, because he doesn't eat meat.

I know what you're thinking, "but this is a book to bring people close to veganism, it's the whole point"... no, congratulations, you didn't understand ANYTHING. This book is way more complex, this because it's about the line that divides humanization/objectification, and this will be a recurring theme in this post.

This book is full of gore (what did you expect?), graphic descriptions, violence, sexual violence so I don't know if I recommend this book to everyone, it's very short but be aware of this if you decide to read it. In any case, the plot is very interesting and it's very well written.

2 - The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)

I'm sure many of you have seen the TV series, I've seen it too and it's one of the few cases I say that the series is better than the book, maybe because the series has a more modern setting and so I can actually be terrified by it.

Plot: the world has been almost destroyed by wars and this caused the birth to decrease to 0, and what happens in America? After a coup a new government is instituted... a totalitarian theocracy where religious confessions that aren't Christianity are banned, let's fucking go, this new country's name is Gilead. In this new world women have an only job: being literal baby machines given to rich families to have children.

This is so damn disturbing because, the insemination thing is wild, the man reads a Bible verse from Genesis, and then he just... does it. It's gross, go check for yourselves, human butchering was nothing compared to this.

We follow June, an Handmaid and we just see how things work in this new... amazing... world... I guess.

1 - Unwind (Neal Shusterman)

This deserves the first place, I've never stopped reading a book I loved because it disturbed me too much. I wanted to support the author, he's very good, so I bought all the other books from the Unwind distology... but I finished the first one and never red the second one, please tell me in the comments if it isn't as disturbing as the first one so I can give it a chance or not.

Plot: in the USA a second civil war is fought, but that's not a war where you shoot people from aontoher country to conquer it, or to oppose the government (well... kinda), it's about reproductive rights, many discussions, many things but in the end people decree that you can't abort in any case (*Lully already screaming and tearing off her hair*) BUT you can... well... Unwind your child if you don't want them anymore. But just when he's from 13 to 18.

What does unwind mean? Basically you give your unwanted child to some clinics that literally vivisection them (yes, the person is awake during the process BY LAW) and give thier organs to people that need transplants.

Now you can easily understand why this is the number 1 in this list, it's the destructive combo between "Tender is The Flash" and "the Handmaid's Tale".

We'll follow the story of Risa, Connor and Levi (and this last one oh my God, I wanted to punch his family so bad), escaping their fate of being unwind.

And yes, that scene comes, yes, you will see a vivisection, and yes... you will feel physically sick and need to throw up after, you'll probably have nightmares and life crisis. Also because... the unwind isn't exactly one of the "good guys".

Ah, dear pro-life people that care about a bunch of unborn cells and can't distinguish a human embryo from a dolphin embryo... Read this book, then change your mind about other people's body and take choices just for yours, because it seems we're going back and not aiming foward as we should.

[skirbozobrainrot]

Hey, thanks for stopping by!

I don't have a clever pen name or anything, so you can just call me Skirbozobrainrot-or SB for short. This is my Kirby artblog, but I mainly draw Shadow Kirby, and things related to him like the Mirror World and Floralia.

For organization, I tag my stuff under what type of post it is, and then put a specific art tag based on how much effort I felt I put into them.

As a list, here are the tags I use: Art tags

drafts - sketches and doodles, scrapped ideas

drawings - regular art, self-contained pieces

compositions - high effort drawings and pieces

Post tags

projects - pieces related to any of my projects

references - my reference sheets

jokepost - shitposts, memes, etc.

vids - videos/animations

Misc tags

Non-art: For anything that isn't a drawing

Lore: For headcanons or theory posts

Other people: For reblogs

Projects

This blog is going to host my main Kirby-related projects, which should come out... eventually. I'll list their names and tag below.

Skirby's Workshop (workshop) - A long-lasting thing that'll start up soon, where I draft up Copy Ability ideas and then post them for fun. Features Shadow Kirby and Weapons shop Waddle Dee.

Of the Mirrors - This is my AU? I guess that's the best way to describe it, but it's an AU that tries to stick to canon as close as possible. It's a comic series about Shadow Kirby's adventures prior to and after becoming the Guardian of the Mirror World (and by extension, Floralia).

Links

If I ever have to move to another site or (god forbid) get onto Twitter I'll link it here, but so far this is my only Kirby art-related account.

Finally, as special thanks, my biggest inspirations are voiddemon and itsquakey respectively, who draw really good and way better than I ever could lmao, so if you SOMEHOW don't know them I really suggest you check them out, they've done some really good stuff.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

A Reader's Guide to the Multiverse

Hello! Welcome to my sandbox!

Artwork by the lovely @abookishweasel

Though I still write long-form stories collaboratively with @neonthewrite [ Ao3 | DA ] and @nightmares06 [ Ao3 | DA ], my own writing has become more short-form and sporadic. This can make things a bit confusing for the blog, since there isn't an easy way to organize everything. That's what I use Ao3 for (user The_Raconteur_24601). And even there, it can be a bit complicated.

Under the cut is a guide to the stories you'll find featured on this blog; my attempt at organizing them here, and links to their counterparts on Ao3. My asks are always open for any questions this post doesn't answer!

Borrowed Time (and Space)

A Doctor Who/The Borrowers Crossover

[Ao3 Series] | Meet the OCs

Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, The Borrowers belongs to Mary Norton, and Zepheera and other borrower OCs belong to me.

It's the name of the blog, the OG, the one that started it all. The primary premise for this series is: The Doctor (usually Ten) takes on a four and a half inch tall borrower named Zepheera as a companion. It's all a bit wibbly-wobbly, but let me set things straight.

Common tags for the stories (and various posts) are #doctor who gt or #doctor who g/t (which stands for giant/tiny and indicates the involvement of drastic size difference, for the uninitiated) and #BTaS AU

Episode 1 | Minisode | Episode 2 | Episode 3

Originally there were ambitions to try and make the series episodic, like your typical season of Doctor Who but with a borrower tossed in. As such, the first three stories in the series are titled as 'Episodes'. These were among the first long-form stories I'd ever written and posted, so they predate the blog. That, and my writing style and ideas for the canon of the series have changed drastically since then. See this post for more details on that, and this one if you're not worried about spoilers.

The tl;dr of it is: These Episodes are the basis for the AU, but I don't consider them canon enough to impact any other stories in a meaningful way unless I say so.

Zepheera's Origins - In which I started cracking down on my borrower companion's characterization and backstory, compiling a number of prompts set during the time before she met the Doctor.

Zepheera-Visions - These were a fun writing exercise for me during this blog's early years! I would come up with shorts based on Doctor Who gifs that feature some low or high angle shot, imagining Zepheera as the point of perspective in them. If I were at all good at making gifs myself, I might have kept it up. A lot of the AU that ultimately came about branched off from these gimmicks, and still feature them in their stories. Here, they can be viewed under the #Zepheera-Vision tag.

Tales from the Vortex - A compilation of various prompts and shorts that take places in the BTaS-Verse, but don't have any major stories attached to them. These span different Doctors other than Ten, and feature a few other companions in some of them. Sometimes, enough stories accumulate with a similar theme to expand into their own AU, which leads me to...

Borrowed Time and Space AU

The Donna Trilogy - This was originally called the Donna AU, and the original shorts were tagged with #DonnaAU or #Donna AU. Nowadays, I've started to give AU their own titles and tagging them on blog posts. And recent events in Doctor Who have inspired this to span more than one story, making this the first multipart BTaS AU!

Part 1 - A Patient, and Time. [tag] [Ao3]

Part 2 - If I Could Turn Back Time [tag] [Ao3]

Part 3 - TBD...

To The Nines - One of the first AU created in which Zepheera is companion to a Doctor other than Ten! Despite titling the story later on, I must have had the idea for it earlier because a lot of the early shorts are tagged #To the Nines AU. Other tags include #nine AU and #To the Nines.

Time After Time - This AU, while it is NOT a sequel to any existing story, assumes that Zepheera and the Tenth Doctor went on their adventures in the past, and got separated at some point. Then Zepheera manages to find the Twelfth Doctor while he's at St. Luke's and meets Bill Potts. This was one AU that developed slowly over time once I realized I could get a story arc out of it, so a good chunk of the shorts are in the tag #Time After Time.

Borrowed Magic - co-written with neonthewrite

The first and so far only BTaS crossover! The wonderful neon lent me her boi Bowman from her story "Bowman of Wellwood" ( Paperback EBook Amazon ) to join my little TARDIS crew.

Lost in Flight - The inaugural story to introduce a tiny winged guy raised in the woods to all of time and space. It's so far the only complete story we've written, but we're absolutely open to prompts and suggestions for shenanigans for the crew to get into!

Brothers Apart AU - co-written with nightmares06

A SuperLock/Borrowers Crossover

Brothers Apart Ao3 | Meet the OCs

Supernatural belongs to the CW, Sherlock to the BBC, Brothers Apart to nighmares06, and listed OCs to me.

Brothers Apart is a borrower AU of Supernatural written by the inimitable nightmares06. We have collaborated on a few of the various AU based on that story, in which I bring the BBC Sherlock angle.

I don't post nearly as much here about BAU (Brothers Apart AU) since most questions about it are fielded at the dedicated blog @brothersapart; most of what can be found here are miscellaneous prompts and character tidbits. Brothers Apart AU posts made here get filed under #BAU.

More AU exist than listed below, and will be added as they're posted.

Brothers Consulted - Cursed Winchesters end up in London and join forces with the Baker Street crew to solve mysteries, as they do. #Brothers Consulted

Brothers Chosen - Canon Winchesters find a borrower during a hunt and have to figure out what to do with him.

A Tale of Two Sizes - Part of an unannounced BAU, featuring Stan and his family in a universe where Stan is a size-shifter. Finally compiled these into one collection. #size shifter Stan

Misc. Tumblr Prompts - A less clever name for a similar compilation of prompts that don't (or don't yet) have their own story, that have nothing to do with BTaS and/or have to do with my cowritten works.

Miscellaneous

The Brave Little Baker - In which I toss Stan and Nate into a fantasy world of giants and giant slayers! Also based on a series of prompts, revised and compiled into their own story once I had enough of them.

GT July

These prompt challenges have done wonders to keep me writing and inspired!

2022 Masterpost | 2023 Masterpost

[t00nyah]

t00nyah's Rain World AUs and OCs archive

so. i want to make navigating my ideas easier and encourage people learning more stuff about them! so this post here is meant to serve this purpose

Alternative Universes

i try my best to tag my aus with #rain world au

>1// HLL Apprentice AU AU, where Hunter finds a slugpup on their way to ascend and decides to bring it to safety first, ending up succumbing to the rot and not making it to the Depths. the pup, known as the Apprentice, ends up staying by their side and growing up in grief, waiting for it to let them move on to set on their own journey.

tag: #rw hll apprentice au

>2// Arti's Scavpup AU AU, where Artificer doesn't condone violence towards children because of their own pain, so something in them makes them save a scavenger pup from a vulture. as a bonus i decided to connect it with the idea of green pup surviving i had.

tag: #arti's scavpup au

>3// Moon Clinic AU a shitpost AU where Ruffles and Moon organize a clinic in Moon's remains to help those in need! lots of uncovered lore proceeded to sprout in my head then. in this AU, Gourmand, Rivulet and Watcher are clinic workers, while others are connected less directly, like Invenot, who just keeps getting in trouble so much that they always end up there!

tag: #moon clinic rw au

this AU has an ask blog dedicated to it! you can try to learn more lore through questions! :3

>4// Last resort explosive AU AU where Artificer's slugpups, Blast and Grenade, survive the Toll incident after being tossed away by their mother, losing her in process and being forced to survive on their own.

tag: #last resort explosive au

>5// Citizen Artificer AU i never posted anything about this AU, but in this AU Arti decides to retire and resides in Metropolis, ending up communicating with Five Pebbles in times of need. just a silly little au. there's also a version of it where Grenade lives and finds their mother, ending up living there with her.

tag: #citizen arti au (not used)

>6// 4siblings AU AU where Survivor/Pebble takes care of their four very young siblings: Flower(Monk), Night(Watcher) and Dragonfly(Hunter). they acknowledge that Dragonfly has an unknown sickness. in this AU Moon still gets revived, but a different slugcat was made for this purpose: Sofanthiel, or Inv, who ends up being the unluckiest slugcat.

tag: #4siblings au

>7// The Dragon Slayer now, this is not exactly an AU (nor OC), but it's a fanon interpretation of a canon character...yep! it's my take on the third sibling! in my interpretation they ended up losing parents to lizards and becoming an enemy to the scaly kind...taking a rather different path than their younger sibling.

tag: #rw dragon slayer

>8// Genetical Invpups AU AU where Grenade and Blast (Artificer's pups) and Lake and Windy (Gourmand's pups) are all biologically Invenot's pups, but they left both second parents after the pups appeared...for their own reasons.

tag: #genetical invpups au

Original Characters

this section is dedicated to my rain world ocs, which is, uh, quite a lot! i usually tag them as #rain world oc

there is a post with most of my characters, but this post is meant to have all of them and info about them! usually there's more info about them in posts linked with their names! (while writing i've realized some ocs have...very little lore i have vocalized on tumblr, so this ended up very, very long. i would appreciate it if you gave it all a read though! i explained a lot of unexplained lore here)

>1// The Friend(they/it) and Poppy(she/they/it) my slugcat sona! they went from being a lost pup named Firecracker to a slugcat who found joy in bonds with living creatures, giving themself name the Friend. one day they end up creating a daughter, Poppy, who made them realize they lacked slugcat company throughout their journey, which made them set on a new one - a journey that concludes with them finding new friends and establishing their own colony, taking an inside name the Matriarch (which isn't used as often as just Friend)

tags: #the friend rw oc #my puppy #poppy pup rw oc

>2// Eclipse of Sunrise(she/her), Eleven Stars Bringing Dawn(it/they), Celestial Magnificence(she/her), Three Pillars bathing in Sunshine(she/it), the Timejumper(they/it) further to the west(there's a map in the end of this post), an iterator called Celestial Magnificence resides. her superstructure was tied to beautiful Gardens, a system of ecosystems fabricated by the Ancients. a lot of unique flora and fauna could be found there, and quite some was dependant on light. then, mostly out of malice, another superstructure was built...practically on top of it all. with sunlight blocked, Celestial Gardens had to adapt and, to some extent, ended up mixing up and falling apart, straying from their initial structures. lime lizards were a huge part of the Gardens, and their light source being blocked made some stray in search of sunlight, while some became way more hostile after being in darkness for too long.

Three Pillars bathing in Sunshine is a lizard that made its way to upper part of CM's can and was ADORED by her when she accidentally ended up in her puppet room. Sunny ends up a messenger although lime lizards are not the best at climbing, making it challenging for her to reach for the main recipient - Eclipse of Sunrise.

unlike her creators, Eclipse of Sunrise was always fond of Celestial Magnificence. having knowledge of what she was like in her prime time, before she herself was built, makes EOS extremely bitter about not being able to witness her in her full glory. she is the whole reason the shade was thrown onto CM and the least she could do was create a strong bond with her.

Eleven Stars Bringing Dawn is a slugcat created by EOS for this entire purpose! it usually just chills on top of Eclipse. its special coat stores and produces light in the dark environment, making it slightly easier to go through the pitch black areas under its iterator's can.

The Timejumper is a slugcat with a supernatural ability to return to their previous cycle to benefit in current one, which proves itself useful in the unstable environment some of the Gardens have turned into.

tags: #eclipse of sunrise rw #eleven stars bringing dawn rw #celestial magnificence rw #sunny rw oc #the timejumper rw oc

>3// Lizard pack (White(they/it), Pink(they/it), Green(they/it), Blue(they/it)) Lizard pack is a small group of slugcats who descend from lineages of rapidly evolving slugcats to confuse predators with their camouflage! they are the first ones to get more lizard-like features. White acts as their pack's leader, being the oldest and most responsible one. Green is the chill guy of the group who sometimes seems to be inside their head. Pink is very curious about hunting techniques. Blue really likes trying to climb like real blue lizards do, being a goofball all the time.

tag: #lizard pack rw ocs

>4// The Anemone/Fifteen Anemones blooming in White Snows/The Reincarnated/The Alienated(they/she/it) phew...okay. Anemone is my main rain world oc. they have a lot going on with them.

they were initially an Ancient, bound by karma and confused about others' desire to ascend. the fear of being left behind forced them to try to ascend despite the stories of those who were left as echoes of the past. and, to their surprise, nothing that terrifying happened, except they did not escape the great cycle, no. they were reincarnated into a small slugcat, forced to survive with knowledge the world would not let them go away.

at first, they had a decent memory of their knowledge and even could recreate their craft as a small critter. but as time went on, as they tried ascending again and failed every time, their memories become foggier. in the Blizzard era, they cannot even remember who kept them bound for so long.

tag: #rw oc anemone

>5// Good Things Happen(they/them), Twenty Curses, Silver Bells(they/she/it/he), the Pursuer(he/they/it), Lantern(she/they/it), Coal(he/they/it) Good Things Happen is my silly iterator sona! i can't really say much about their personality, they're just a silly goober. they are tied to the Blooming Terrarium, a relatively small facility where they keep creatures they like. Twenty Curses, Silver Bells is a slugcat who had Rot developing in them ever since they were a pup, but they never ended up dying to it, mostly co-existing. Bells is GTH's favourite thing ever though! The Pursuer is a carnivorous slugcat that took features of centipedes in development. They are the oldest one in the Blooming Terrarium. Lantern is a young slugcat who chose to befriend the threat and share brain cells with a blue lizard! they are now inseparable! Coal was actually initially levzee's sona's slugpup from 'adopt a slugpup' event, but Good Things Happen now takes care of him. maybe one day they'll reunite, maybe not.

tags: #good things happen rw oc #twenty curses silver bells rw oc #the pursuer rw oc #lantern rw oc #coal rw oc

>6// Grasshopper(she/her), Leap(she/her) and Collector(he/him) a Scavenger tribe that went a long way from Metropolis after the tragedy struck their kind. they developed a special pearl language which is not their main meaning of communiation, but it definitely takes a very special place in their extremely local culture.

Grasshopper is seen by other scavengers as a very reliable friend! she is the only one to witness Artificer's slaughter unfold right before her eyes. she still wonders why the crimson raging slugcat only shot a glance at her and never enacted her rage onto her. Leap and Collector are siblings that were a little too young to remember what exactly happened that day, but they are very aware of the tragedy as they were taken outside the city because of it and Grasshopper doesn't let them forget what brought them to wilderness.

tags: #rw oc grasshopper #rw oc leap #rw oc collector

>7// Murk(he/him) while i don't use him that often, i love my lizard boy!

the Tenuous one, or Murk, is a white lizard whose camouflaging abilities never developed, which led to him adapting to it by becoming more aggressive and even quicker to catch prey.

tag: #murk rw oc

>8// Flashdrive(they/she/it) my rivsona! based on a personality quiz result.

Flashdrive is a slugcat made with a goal to store Five Pebbles' consciousness and transport it to a more suitable vessel or simply new can. they are a very silly slugcat and Pebbles' certainly doesn't appreciate this unwanted help after so many cycles of trying to solve the issues himself and giving up on it. Flashdrive and their iterator do not care though! she's committed to the goal. well, except for some times where their own desires overtake them, such as when they met a crimson slugcat named Beehive and fell for her immediately...

tags: #flashdrive scugsona #rivsona

>9// Frail Personal Savior(he/they) FPS is simply a joke character to complement my friend's oc named Alt+F4!

tag: #frail personal savior rw oc

>10// The Chatter (they/it) The Chatter is a parrot - subspecies of vulture - who developed empathy to its prey and now goes through mental struggle...and spontaniously transports slugpups between regions.

tag: #the chatter rw oc

>11// The Empath(she/he/they/it), The Colorist(she/they/it) and The Courageous One(he/it) those three are my addition to mushroom's #Scugshroom colony - Lion's Mane and Blood Tooth fungi based slugcats. the linked post explains them pretty well!

tags: #the empath rw oc #the colorist rw oc #strawberry rw oc

>12// Abyss(she/it) my white lizard plushie! she's just a baby, recently learned camouflaging, likes vibeogamez and write fanfiction of her favourite slugcats (psst it's monk and survivor and her otp is artihunter where she writes only fix-it where hunter doesn't have rot and arti's pups are alive)

tag: #abyss rw oc

>13// Neuron(he/they/it) and Siren(she/they/he/it) [WIP lore] slugpups sent by an iterator to help their kind reach enlightenment and ascend, known as 'the Prophets' in colonies and as 'the solution in testing' in some private iterators' conversation logs. of course they get babied by slugcats, since they ARE babies.

tags: #neuron pup rw oc #siren pup rw oc

>14// The Chromatic(she/it/they) a cuttlefish based slugcat i got from my friend! she's silly and has no lore but potentically lives in my Deserted Faraway region

tag: #the chromatic rw oc

>15// Phantom(she/they/it) a slugpup living in an even more flooded era, adapted to her environment, tormented by hallucinations. she's in a freezed state for content because i don't want her to be alone and until someone cares enough to become her guardian i won't do anything much

tag: #phantom rw oc

>16// The Troublemaker(she/they/it) Troublemaker is not one by heart, but by others judgement. she's a simple slugcat who does what it takes to survive in this world, no matter what it'll take. currently she's been found by Poppy and The Matriarch and brought to their colony.

tag: #the troublemaker rw oc

that's it for now! thank you so much for reading this far! i really appreciate it :]

feel free to ask anything in my inbox or dms if you're interested

[pureforestspirits]

➛ IF THE ATWOW CHARACTERS HAD TUMBLR

featuring! tsireya, lo’ak, neteyam, kiri, ao’nung, rotxo!

just for fun. i couldn’t decide if i wanted to make this a human au, or keep them na’vi… so it’s a mix of both!

TSIREYA - @reefprincessreya 𓇼

she has the most beautiful, aesthetically-pleasing layout you’ll ever see.

username: “reef” because she loves the sea (duh), and “princess” because it’s really pretty + feminine, and she literally is a reef princess after all. finally, her cute nickname “reya”, where the alliteration makes her url extra catchy !

her bio would totally have some beautiful quote.. like, “the way of water has no beginning and no end.” ;)

tsireya does it alllllll. she has her personal tags that she puts on every post to keep organized, and she’ll spend hours on her new themes.

╭ @reefprincessreya

┆sooo happy! our brothers and sisters have

┆returned today, and i finally saw my spirit sister

┆again! she is healthy and well <3

╰ #reya’s life ˚୨୧⋆｡

unlike the rest, who prefer the more private feel of their blog, tsireya shared hers with all her friends who all consistently use tumblr together!

LO'AK - @yooooitsloak

username: he just typed in the first thing that came to mind. 

lo’ak literally made a tumblr account just because of tsireya. 

it’s almost a ghost blog, but he at least took the time to add a pfp (which is a photo of his fav pair of sneakers). 

lo’ak likes every single one of tsireya’s posts. even if there’s only 1 note; it’s lo’ak. 

(we love a supportive boyfriend)

NETEYAM - @burntouteclipse ✰

neteyam is the ultimate aesthetic, educated and sophisticated king for liking tumblr by himself ✊🏻 (no shade to lolo though). like ‘reya, he also has a clean, aesthetically-pleasing layout, but it’s more masculine.

username: just sounds cool, y’know? he also works his ass off and is “burnt out” after all (perfection and golden-childism ain’t easy), and eclipse is just a time of day neteyam really enjoys where he gets to relax and spend time for himself. 

neteyam doesn’t complain much in real life, or let out a lot of his feelings. tumblr is like his peaceful, personal, private corner where he can speak his mind, which he really appreciates. 

i can see him reblogging and following fashion accounts that he likes, as well as occasionally posting a little ramble. ‘teyam’s page is scattered with some little thoughts and feelings here and there between reblogs of cool streetwear clothing and artistic photos/photography (for human neteyam). 

you’ll see him and tsireya interact with each other on occasion! 

╭ @burntouteclipse

┆ accidentally hit my knee earlier today,

���  and now i can barely run properly. shit

⠀ ╭ @reefprincessreya

⠀ ┆ oh no! i’m sorry to hear. hope you

⠀ ╰ ➤ will feel better soon, ma ‘eylan! ♥︎

⠀ ╭ @burntouteclipse ☆ Original Poster

⠀ ╰ ➤ thank you tsireya

if there’s a girl he likes, neteyam’ll try and see if she has a tumblr. he’ll eventually find it, and enjoys scrolling through her posts + loves reading her little rambles. but he does it from a distance, and doesn’t interact (you’d never know. he’s the epitome of secret admirer). . .

KIRI - @atokirina333 ❀

username: kiri’s a spiritual gal, what can i say? not to mention, she was named after the atokirina, so it’s perfect. there’s also angel numbers!! ofc!!! ps: this url was taken at first, but she tracked down the person and convinced them to give it to her. somehow. 

unlike neteyam who writes ‘n posts small things sometimes… kiri can rant here. don’t get me wrong, she’s not posting paragraphs, but she definitely lets loose when she wants to.

human kiri posts her plants, her crystals, her music vinyls, the desserts she likes baking, her books and posters, literally anything and everything you’d find in her room because it’s all pretty.

what else would you see on her page? poetry. reblogs of quotes and aesthetic photos, and especially pretty photos of nature (kiri and ‘reya’s tumblrs are similar in this sense)!

she and tsireya reblog each other very often! 

AO'NUNG

"what's tumblr?"

ROTXO - @justrotxo

username: he’s just rotxo! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ though when he first joined, his @ was originally “reefboyrotxo”, but he (jokingly) got called out for copying tsireya, so he changed it.

hm, tbh, i don’t really see him as an avid tumblr user!

i have a headcanon that human rotxo'd be a surfer though, so i feel like he’d probably have 1-2 posts of a beautiful sunset + his surfboard, and like one post of a random thought he had. that’s it. his theme would also be blue/teal. 

i feel like he would’ve gotten tumblr because of his friends, and goes on just to see all of their posts. 

he interacts with/likes the posts of everyone in his circle! :) 

. . .

AO'NUNG (continued)

“what’s tumblr?”

it’s a social media app. your sister likes using it.

“oh, ok. whatever.”

neteyam sully uses it too. oh, and his brother lo’ak.

ao’nung is already intrigued at neteyam, but when he hears lo’ak is on there? oh boy.

he immediately signs up, and then gets all of his friends to as well.

soon, lo’ak is flabbergasted at the sudden flood of random anonymous troll asks he receives on his empty blog. 

ao’nung was going to anonymously send something to ‘teyam as well (obviously not to lo’ak’s extent), but after finding and looking through it… he actually secretly likes neteyam’s blog.

after everyone find out it’s him, he still eventually just keeps his tumblr to continue messing with the sullys, and his sister. popping in with a “DELETE THIS 🔥🔥🔥” to show he’s indeed still there, once every few eclipses. 

╭ @reefprincessreya

╰ ➤ ao’nung. rä’ä.

the end!

╭ @pureforestspirits

┆heyy! thanks so much for reading <3  

┆fun fact: i started writing this in my notes

┆app one day at like 4am. the sleep

┆deprivation was worth it, i think.

┆it was really fun to make LMAO

┆

┆all interactions are muuuch appreciated,

┆since i’m still pretty new to posting. thank u!

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[somehhuuuhh]

I finally got to redesign Ink and Nightmare for my Inkmare au!

I didn't like the old designs. I thought it was beautiful at the time, but now it looks lazy and needs more things to match the character. So I guess I'm happy with these designs. Ink more chubby and Nightmare looks like more of a nerd

Me talking more about What the Point of Feeling Blue?(ps my inkmare au)

Some qna that nobody ask for but I'm still going to ask myself questions to help me and you to understand the au

What's the plot of this au of your?

This version of dreamtale is where Nightmare did get beat up when he was nine , but when someone was sick in the village, he gave them the negative apple because, for some reason, the positive apples didn't work,and somehow the negative apple heal the sick villager. The villagers realized maybe he isn't a bad guy after all??? Of course some people think he is still bad, but now he doesn't get bullied so much like before. People well call him names or threaten him but don't touch him since he's the village favorite which his brother Dream too

Ink is still a protector and goes around helping aus. He found dreamtale while he was in the doodle sphere. He noticed something that wasn't supposed to be there, which was dreamtale. The page was glitching a lot. He decided to go and investigate it.

Is it going to be a comic or a fanfic?

Comic of course I can't write good lol

Are you going to make a blog for it, or is it going to be here?

Um, I'm not sure, but it will keep thing organized if I did make a blog for it, but I added so much content in this blog that I probably won't make a blog for them

What's the name of your Inkmare au?

What's the Point of Feeling Blue? And why I named that uhhhh you see first

Who's going to in "What's the point of feeling blue?"

In the beginning Ink and Nightmare ofc, Dream, Error and maybe Fresh

In the end I have no clue

What's the theme of the au?

It will be fluff and angsty. NO NSFW

What are your warning tags?

My warning tags for this au is Tw blood and that's it for now if there's going to be more ill add it

What was the old designs for them?

Boom yea I don't like it

Can you tell us more of their personality them in your au?

Ink

Inks personality is like a little kid that ate a bunch a sugar last night.

Ink in this more version is why less careful since he's a kid and he doesn't know much of the universe, but all he knows he needs protect them.

He still soulless and have to drink his Vials. He's pretty dangerous when he's souless.

ADHD ✨️

While he is listening to someone thats talking, he will listen while staring at your eyes, not even blinking for one second 👁👁

He likes to scare the living shit out of people for fun (especially to nightmare)

"What the sigma"

Nightmare

Not a little soft boy (sure he a big all softy, but he's pretty powerful)

He's very patient (especially to Ink)

He's very sweet and nice

Bro knits when he stress so he's knitting stresseser

Not use to compliments cuz of course he isn't

NERD

Very interested at ink cuz he can't read he's emotionals

Annnnnd that all for now. I don't really know what to do with error and Dream yet soooo yea. If you have any questions for me for this au please ask!!!

[moths-one-super-crazy-project]

hi guys!

this is a little side blog I’m making so I can yap about my series that I’m working on! I’ll probably just rant about what I’m working on, post snippets occasionally, maybe put some polls out when I can’t make a decision, ykyk. I’ve been granted access to a drawing device so maybe, just maybe, if I’m confident enough one day I’ll post some art of my own fic.

I’m predicting right now a solid zero followers, so really this is just for me to scream into the void and pretend people care enough to listen lmao.

little bit of background for the series! it is HEAVILY grumbo-centric, and it follows the same Grian and Mumbo, reincarnated again and again and again. They rarely get flashes of memory of their previous lives, but otherwise they have nothing.

despite their lack of memory, they gravitate towards one another again. and again. and again. no matter how horribly their story ends, they always find each other, and they always fall in love. Every universe is both strikingly different and haunting similar to the ones before it, so who knows what will happen? (me. muahaha)

here is the link to the series on the sub-zero chance anyone is interested! currently only one fic is posted, but that should (hopefully) change in the near future :]

tags under the cut!

woah! a tagging system?? in one of MY blogs?? Unheard of!

series tag-

#atyau (a thousand years au)

will be used for anything related to this au

fic “code” names/tags-

#atyau Royalty AU

#atyau Vampire AU

#atyau God AU

#atyau Hideaway AU

#atyau Moon Big AU

#atyau The Finale™

snippet tag: #atyau _____ snippet (example: # atyau Royalty AU snippet; #atyau God AU snippet; etc, etc)

yapping tag: #god moth won’t shut up

poll tag: #moth is indecisive

art tag: #moth makes some shitty art

[devastator1775]

Uzi's quest for N's birthday gift

Summary: Nix Doorman AU. After finding out that N and the other Disassembly Drones don't have a birthday, Uzi decides that at least she can give him a birthday gift anyway. Shouldn't be a problem. There's no-one who knows N better than her. How hard could it be, right?

Prompt by @gravityglitch-blog: Not sure of how Drones regard the concept of birthdays, but maybe Uzi makes one for N since he can’t remember his original? Or N gives Uzi a gift on her birthday, if Workers keep track? You absolutely don’t have to do anything with this, it’s just what popped into my head first

Uzi let out a long, frustrated groan as she crossed out another item on her notepad. She had been at it for a few hours now and she wasn’t getting anywhere with ideas. Why was this so difficult? She tapped her pen on the subject at the top of the list.

Birthday present for N, because I am an awesome girlfriend. >:3

“’Awesome girlfriend’ …right.” Uzi muttered to herself. Part of her was really mad at herself for coming up with the idea. “I can’t even come up with an awesome present for my boyfriend who does anything and everything for me.”

Another part of herself was mad at her for being mad at herself for this. “But you are doing this for N, so he can feel special as well, so this will all be worth it.”

And then there was the self-doubting, angsty teenager side of her – that she really thought she had overcome ever since dealing with eldritch being, powers, dead moms that weren’t dead after all, ect, ect… “But what if he hates what I’m potentially giving him?”

And, of course, the zealous overachiever. “No, he’s not going to hate it because it’s going to be the most awesome present given by his awesome girlfriend.”

The girlfriend part of her made her giggle. “He’s totally gonna make out with me where I stand. And I’m gonna be like ‘N, no, don’t do that. That’s embarrassing!’, but I’m gonna let him….”

She looked down at her list. “But first I need to figure this out…” She had gone through this routine a few times over the last few days. Quite the vicious circle she’d gotten herself in.

With a heavy sigh, she went through her memory banks and opened the recording of the event that had led to her current enforced labor.

UziBirthday_TalkWithNVLizzy.mp4

She smiled as the video popped up. Her birthday was a few days ago, and unbeknownst to her, N had managed to round up V and Lizzy to help organize a surprise party for her. Even more surprising, people had actually shown up …with presents …and were having a good time. Thing sure had changed after she ‘helped stop the End Times’. Sure, everyone was told a rather …embellished version of her involvement, because they felt that the real truth would …be rather hard to believe.

She shook the thought from her mind and played the memory.

Music and the chatter of people filled the room Lizzy had managed to occupy for the party. She and N were standing by the snack table with Lizzy and V, with the former sitting comfortably on the latter’s lap, taking advantage of her girlfriend’s wheelchair-bound status. There were taking sips from a bottle of gasoline from Lizzy’s father’s private supply she had smuggled with her. There was a warm tingly sensation all of her body – nothing to do with the glass of gasoline – as N wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She leaned into N, laughing at a joke Lizzy had made at V’s expense. Judging by the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, she wasn’t really bothered by it.

“Stop laughing.” V warned.

Feeling bolstered by spirits, both alcoholic and emotional, Uzi let out an amused scoff. “It’s a little funny.” she said, giggling as V threw her a disgruntled look. “I wish I was there to see you struggling to say anything.”

“I was put on the spot.” V explained herself. “It’s not like I prepared something for when I was named prom queen.”

“You prepared to slaughter us all.” Lizzy countered. “Which you used me to do.”

“And you used me to let Doll kill me.”

“Aww, I’m sorry.”

“Ugh, you’re forgiven.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” N cooed.

“Shut up, loser.” Both V and Lizzy replied in unison, although the smirk and glint in their eyes betrayed the friendliness behind their jab. N just chuckled, having – finally – figured out the signs that showed the difference between those two being serious or playful in their threats.

V shoved Lizzy, who had been sitting way to comfortably on the former’s lap, off her. “Hey, wheel me over to Thad, I want to laugh with his ridiculous hat.”

“Use your crutches, lazy bolts.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Then you’ll stay right here.”

“Fine, I’ll ask someone else, then.” She turned her wheelchair over towards another group of people. “Maybe Chelsea, whom I heard totally has a crush on me, will be- “

Uzi snickered as Lizzy promptly grabbed the handles of V’s wheelchair and started to haul her away from the group. She could overhear the latter mutter something about her ‘being the only one that’s allowed to do that’, which made her giggle. Despite everything. Uzi was happy for her former-enemy-turned-frenemy-turned-friend. She knew that V had been struggling to adjust to her new condition. And despite the brave face, Uzi knew that V still had ways to go before she’d be completely there.

“You know, sometimes those two seem more like rivals than girlfriends.” N remarked, taking a slip of his glass of gasoline. The face he pulled made Uzi giggle, and she quickly took the glass of liquor out of his grip and replaced it with a bottle of oilnade. The way he beamed at her made mechanical butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Well, if they drink any more of this stuff, I wouldn’t be surprised they’d start serenading each other in front of everybody.” Uzi replied, swirling the gasoline around in her glass. A giggle bubbled up from deep inside her. Maybe she’d better slow down with the stuff as well.

“So …you enjoying your party?” N asked, rubbing the back of his head.

“Surprisingly, yes.” She replied sincerely, looking up at her boyfriend with a bright smile. “I mean, it’s a bit …crowded for my liking, but …yeah, I’m having a great time.” She stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on N’s cheek. “Thank you for doing this, N.”

“You deserve this, Uzi.”

Robo-God, that smile of his could make her melt. She managed to wipe her goofy, lovestruck smile of her face and cleared her throat, trying to get some of that ‘edgy loner coolness’ back, leaning casually against N. “So …when is your birthday? Like, for no reason. It’s not that I want to organize a party for you too, hehe…”

“Oh, I don’t have one.”

Uzi chuckled. “C’mon, be serious.”

“Seriously, I don’t have a birthday.”

Uzi almost dropped her glass. It was like something fell in the pit of her stomach. “You …don’t?” She asked. She pointed over to where Lizzy had brought V. “How about…?”

“Nope.” N smiled, oblivious to the shock in Uzi’s expression.

“You don’t celebrate the day you were activated?”

N rubbed the back of his head. “Well, I don’t have any memories from my life before I got rebooted and Tessa saved me from the dumpster.” He explained. “And my time with Tessa is still fuzzy. And then there are the numerous times I regenerated from normally fatal injuries, so there isn’t really a date I can pick, y’know.”

“But- “

At that point, their conversation got interrupted when the commotion of V launching herself at someone who had made a rude comment compelled them to separate the fighting Drones. Uzi sighed as she paused the memory and returned back to her regular vision. While they hadn’t picked up the conversation after that, it really had stuck with her. N was an incredible Drone, a wonderful friend and an amazing boyfriend. Someone as sweet, loyal, kind – Uzi made a mental node she’d write down all the positive traits of N someday – as N deserved a birthday. A special day where it was all about him, with people celebrating that you are here.

Uzi never really had that until the party a few days ago, so she knew how special such an event could feel. N deserved it, and even if there wasn’t a day where they could celebrate his birthday, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t get a present. And that’s why Uzi had secluded herself to the floor of this ruined skyscraper: to think and decide on a present for N. New determination steeled her spirit and she looked at her list …only to feel her confidence falter again. The entire page was filled with ideas and all of them had been crossed out.

A puppy? Bad idea. Poison air’s gonna kill the thing.

Book about puppies? Boring.

Golden Retriever plushy? He’s not a kid.

A bottle of gasoline? N doesn’t like to drink heavy stuff.

New coat? Lame!

Coloring book? AGAIN, HE’S NOT A KID, UZI!

A picnic? Romantic, but not original enough.

A saucy picture of myself? NO, NOT GONNA DO THAT!

Uzi let out a frustrated yell and fell backwards, staring at the decrepit ceiling. She felt tears form on her screen. She felt like such a failure of a girlfriend right now. She knew N better than anyone and she couldn’t even come up with the perfect gift for him?

“’Awesome girlfriend’, my rear plate!” She threw the notepad out of a window and pulled her knees up to her chest to sulk. A shadow passed the window, making her look up in surprise. A moment later, she heard something land on the roof, followed by footsteps that clearly were coming closer to the room she was hiding in.

“Oh no… not now…” She mumbled with hollowed eyes on her screen.

The door creaked open, and to her dismay, it was N that peeked inside.

“Hey, there you are! I was looking for you.” N greeted her as he stepped in the room. He held the notepad in his hand. “This yours? It landed on my noggin as I was flying past.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s mine…give it back.” Uzi rambled, holding out her hand.

N cocked his head, raising a digital eyebrow. “Is everything okay, Uzi?”

“Sure, sure, why wouldn’t it be?”

“You are digi-sweating a lot.”

“Hormones!” Uzi blurted out, instantly regretting the waterfall of excuses that came out of her mouth. “I’m on my robo-period.”

N wasn’t buying it. “Uzi, are you avoiding me?”

“Pfff, what?” Uzi waved away his comment. “Naaaah….”

“Sure feels like it.” N commented, and the sad expression in his eyes made Uzi hate herself that she was making him feel like that. “Uzi, I know you’ve been busy with school and it’s healthy in a relationship to spend time apart and such, but normally you text me non-stop about your day or you come over to my home, things like that. And you haven’t been doing that lately. It makes me …miss you.”

“N…”

“And today, when I came over to your house, you dad told me you were out here and you were ‘looking glum’ and I find you here in this …rather unsafe building, throwing a notepad on my …hang on, what’s on here?”

Uzi felt a panic rise up and she scrambled up to run up to him. “Girl stuff! Give it back.” She jumped up to grab the pad, but due to her accursed short physique, she was unable to take it out of his hands.

N remained silent as he looked at the notepad, eventually looking up at Uzi with a puzzled expression. “Uzi, will you please tell me what this is about?”

“Nothing!” Uzi liberated the notepad from N’s grasp and turned away from him, clutching the item close to her chest. “Forget what you saw.”

“Uzi…”

“It’s dumb! It’s stupid. Not worth your time!” Uzi squeezed her eyes shut, self-loathing bubbling up from a dark place she thought she had overcome. She took in shaky breaths, trying to keep tears from falling down her visor. Uzi flinched as she suddenly felt a pair of hands fall gently on her shoulders.

“Uzi, remember back when we went looking in that ruined warehouse?” N began, his voice soft and patient. She could practically hear that little smile on his lips, feel that soft expression in his eyes. “And I had that …little accident?”

“You mean: you overheated and attacked me because you hadn’t been telling me you hadn’t been able to drink enough oil to cool yourself down?” Uzi guessed. The memory flashed before her eyes. It happened not too long after the events of prom and she had been desperate for answers. She had been taking N to the furthest reaches of the city for long times and he hadn’t been able to consume oil. He had overheated and his system made him automatically attacked her. He had managed to stop himself, but he almost managed to bring himself permanently offline in the process. She luckily had been able to feed him enough oil to wake him up. He still needed some of her oil, so she had permitted him to bite her …and she vehemently denied she kinda enjoyed the experience because he was so gentle with her.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” N squeezed her shoulders softly. “Remember what we promised each other then?”

Uzi remained silent for a few moments, before eventually letting out a heavy sigh. “We’d tell each when something was wrong. No more secrets between us.”

N hummed agreeably. “And I’ve been keeping up my part of the promise.” He slowly turned her around, so she was facing him. He cupped her chin and made her look up, smiling softly at her. “Will you?”

And there was the melting feeling again that his smile always gave her. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She took hold of N’s hands and placed them on her cheeks, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the warmth that they gave off. She eventually nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Okay…. but I’m telling you, it’s dumb.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“I, eh …it’s…” Uzi took another deep breath. “At the party, you told me you didn’t have a birthday, and I was, like, ‘nah, a great guy like N deserves a special day’, but I can’t just pick a day and decide it’s your birthday, right?”

She didn’t wait for N to answer. The frustration that had been building up the last few days needed to be vented out. “So, I figured that I still could give you a present, because it’s a nice thing to get, you know. And I thought it would be easy because who knows you better than me? So, I made a list with ideas, but nothing I’ve come up with is good enough for you and why did I ever think that I could do this because I am such a failure of a girlfriend, and- “

Uzi got the air knocked out of her as N pulled her into a hug, which she immediately returned. She started to sob softly into his shoulder while he gently rubbed her back and kissed her cheek.

“You, Uzi Doorman, are not a failure.” N eventually said, his fingers running softly through her hair. “If anything, you are an awesome girlfriend because you would do this for me, even though I never asked for it.”

“You deserve it, N.” Uzi mumbled softly.

“That doesn’t mean you need to do this alone.” N said, pulling away from the hug. He cupped her cheek. “Together, remember?”

“Together.” Uzi repeated with a soft smile. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I went crazy over this.”

“Eh, I’m used to you acting crazy. It’s probably the thing I love most about you.”

“Oh, thanks!” Uzi laughed as she playfully punched his chest. “You goof.”

N took the notepad out of Uzi’s hand and gave it a look. “You know, you’re right that you know me the best, you know? I’d enjoy any of the things you’ve written down …maybe not the puppy, because, yeah, poison air and such…” His eyes turned back to the list, and suddenly blushed as his eyes hollowed. A sly smirk spread on his lips. “Out of curiosity, what would you wear for the picture?”

“Okay, we’re done being mushy!” Uzi announced as she snatched the notepad from N, blushing ferociously. She grabbed his hand and started to drag him to the roof. Uzi felt a lot better after talking to N. She now realized that she had been acting silly, letting herself get so worked up over this. She hooked her arms around his arms and rested her head against his shoulder as they walked. When they reached the roof, they sat down on the edge of the building, looking at the sky for a while.

“You know …I think I know which day I’d choose for my birthday.” N suddenly announced.

Uzi looked up at him in surprise. “Oh?”

“The day we met.” N answered with a bright smile.

Uzi chuckled, but stopped when she saw he was being serious. “Really? Why? I shot your head off that day. You stabbed my hand. You nearly killed me twice that day.”

“Okay, but beside that, it feels …right.”

“Still not following you…”

“Because everything changed for me that day.” N looked up at the moon, the rings reflected around his eyes. “That day was the first day to becoming …me.”

“Have you been huffing gasoline fumes?” Uzi teasingly asked. “You’re not making sense.”

“Think about it.” N explained. “At first, I was just a regular, same-as-everyone Worker Drone. With Tessa, I was basically just a real fancy pet and as a disassembly Drone, I just …followed orders. Sure, I was always, me, but …I was never allowed to explore being me. Does that make sense?”

“Eh, kinda.” Uzi replied, making a shaky gesture with her hand. “I think I get what you’re saying. You mean, you were just what they told you needed to be, right?”

“Yeah, like that.” N pulled Uzi unto his lap, chuckling as she started to blush like crazy. “But you, you changed all that. You made me question things. You made me see I was more than just what other told me I needed to be. You let me be how I wanted to be.  You made it possible for me to grow to being the person I am now. And it all started that very day, with you. And that makes you, Uzi Doorman, are the greatest present I ever gotten for my birthday.”

Uzi believed that if her cheeks would burn any brighter, they’d melt right off. “Oh, I, you, I mean, ….oh, my…”

N let out a laugh. “Seems I have got you flustered, Uzi?”

She jumped off his lap and turned away from him. Something was building up deep inside her core. A warmth and happiness that made her tingle all over her body. She tried to push it down. “N-no! I just…you’re being….”

Oh, what the hell. Just give in, Uzi Doorman.

Uzi buried her burning face in her hands and let out a loud squeal of delight, jumping up and down like an excited child. She couldn’t stop giggling. And every time she thought it was going to stop, she’d look at N and his bright, amused smile and she’d start giggling again, her cheeks blushing bright and leaving her flustered. She suddenly turned on her heels and ran up to N, jumping up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She planted her lips firmly on his, kissing him as hard as her tiny frame could allow.

Once they finally pulled apart, a dizzy Uzi rested her chin on N’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

“I guess – whew…” N began, stroking Uzi’s back. “You liked what I said.”

Uzi giggled and planted a few kisses on his cheek. “Shut up…lovable idiot.”

“So, that’s a ‘yes’.” N adjusted his grip, making sure Uzi was completely secure in his embrace. He deployed his wings and winked at Uzi. “You ready?”

Uzi wrapped her arms around N’s neck, nuzzling against his cheek – reveling in the fact that she made him blush. “Always.”

Uzi whooped as N took off and flew up high in the sky, both of them laughing as N did a few daring tricks. As they were flying back to the bunker, Uzi sighed contently as she enjoyed the sigh of the clouds drifting underneath them. And as she looked up at N, she realized something as well.

N was her greatest gift at well.

…

Maybe she could get Lizzy help her take that picture, if she swore never to tell anyone. She’d figure it out later.

Right now, she was with N.

And that was enough for now.

[the-nerds-in-black]

Pokotho...

Bliklotep...

T'noy Keraxis...

Nibblenephim...

Wiggog Y'rath!!!

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Huh, nothing happened! Uh oh, seems like something's amiss...

Well, anyway, general information and FAQ down below!

What's The Nerds In Black?

The Nerds In Black is an au written by me, Vert!

The premise follows The Lords in Black going through a new struggle, one more terrifying than any of them could ever be: mortality. A surprise visit from them is Webby's last straw, causing her to cast an ancient curse upon them. As punishment for their persistent bullying and lingering maliciousness, they are cursed to endure the annoyances of a physical human form. Human forms of a particularly nerdish variety. Together, they will have to work to regain their title of "The Lords In Black", and reinstate their powers they all hold dear.

Will they return to be bullies in the Black? Or will they be stuck as nerds forever? Only time will tell!

Where Can I Read The Nerds In Black?

It's on my ao3, eldritchfurby! Supplementary material, like silly oneshots and art, will be posted to this blog.

How Often Is The Fanfic Updated?

Typically, every 1-2 weeks. Though this is kind of reliant on how busy my schedule is. I will communicate when a chapter is taking longer than expected!

Blog Tag Glossary

Anything Else Important to Know?

- The Nerds In Black may contain triggering material! However, there is a content warning in the footnotes before any chapter with possibly triggering content.

- The Nerds In Black is mostly an in character fic, however some characters are either exaggerated for story themes, or are given some elements from my personal headcanons.

- Fanworks (fanart, theories, fanfic, etc) are allowed and very appreciated! If you make anything related to The Nerds In Black, tag this blog! I'd love to see it :3

- HOWEVER, this au is completely sfw, so no nsfw fanworks please!

- This fic is made by only one guy, (me, Vert!!) so please take that into consideration if things get slow!

And that's about it!

I hope you enjoy this eldritch nerds and all the shenanigans they get into!

#the nerds in black - general tag for anything NIB related

#ask answered - asks answered by writer

#character ask - asks answered by character

#lore important - asks or posts that contain relevant lore

#lore crumbs - less important character facts (like idk.. Tinky is allergic to seafood or something)

#nib!(character name) - for the purpose of not clogging up the main tags!

#non canon shenanigans - posts not canon to the story (shitposts, april fools stuff, technically character asks fall into non canon because they dont happen in the story? But whatever Im not going to think about it that hard lol!)

#writing update - progess reports on how the next chapter is going! basically me struggleposting because writing is hard

#vert update - used seldomly. me yapping about something random and probably unimportant

#chapter update - for when a new chapter is out!!

[plasticfangtastic]

My Masterlist

Hi my name is Plastic/Kay and I been meaning to make a masterlist of all my "The Boys" fanfictions. I Hate short stories and I write long chapters.

Might self-reblog after the cozy corner kinktober event--- after I add those fics.

My fave ships for the boys are Butchlander, Homeash and Homelander x A-Train (Homerun??) and nobody wants to give me that so i will be making my own for kinktober. Professional Homelander simp

Cuz tumblr only allows 10 links per post i be doing individual masterlists for my long projects and put the links here once this gets to max capacity i will do a new masterlist with this one as a link.. will update this frequently!

Currently working on:

Of The Same Poisonous Ilk (A Butchlander and Homelander self-cest fic) (on hiatus)

Building Blocks (A Butchalnder alt. au fic) (on hiatus)

Anybody Else Won't do (A Ashlander fic) (on Hiatus)

Thank you for reading my works!

Can We Be Lonely Together?:

R18+ Homelander x GN! Stalker/Supe Reader (or Homelander X Joe Goldberg... is up to you) this work is over 270 pages long and 120K plus words (status: completed)

Of The Same Poisonous Ilk:

R18+ Butchlander/ HL self-cest with a bit of Homewell (Status: WIP/ hiatus)

American Royalty:

M- Rating (australian rating no idea what the rating system is in the US/other countries so this is just like a bit over PG+13) Homelander X F!Reader/Dadlander fic. (Status: Completed)

Carnivorous lamb:

R18+ a OC and Homelander NTR sort of fic, so don't rec if you can't handle dark topic. (Status: Completed)

My one-shots

All fics are R18- first set its a collection of the cozy corner kinktober event, this will now include general one shots too.

[xenon-demon]

I fucking love pretty much every version of the “celebrity x Just Some Guy™” trope that there is for Steddie, but in honor of having a totally reasonable amount of wine I’m going to tell you about the version I’m currently thinking about all the time, one of my dumbest yet also funniest AU concepts: modern!AU with streamers Steve & Robin and Hardcore Fan™ Eddie who writes reader-insert fic about Steve.

Steve and Robin, aka EvenStevens and BirdBox_ on Twitch (“My name is spelled with a P-H, Robin, that’s such a stupid name.” “No, it’s actually even better this way! You don’t want to just use your real government name for something like this, and you would just make your username ‘SteveHarrington01′ or something equally uninspired-”) frequently stream together and have a shared YouTube channel. They got popular doing reaction videos that quickly devolve into the pair of them bickering on camera, and since the internet just loves the ‘snarky woman and her emotional support himbo’ dynamic, they got very big, very quick. Plus, it certainly doesn’t hurt that they had the combined might of Dustin and Erica to help them bend the algorithm to their whims.

While most people recognize their platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmatism, there are still some that are convinced they’re secretly dating - they can’t decide if it’s hilarious or absolutely maddening that every time they try to disprove the rumors, they somehow get stronger. Robin doesn’t feel comfortable coming out to the internet yet, and without that trump card some people just can’t understand why they’re not dating.

...there are other sections of their fandom, however, that absolutely do believe they’re not dating. Mainly because they’d rather be dating Steve or Robin (or both!) themselves, and write all the reader-insert fanfiction you could ever possibly need about it. Robin is largely ambivalent to the concept of fanfiction being written about herself as long as they’re not writing smut, since at least that way they’re not insisting she’s dating Steve.

Steve on the other hand finds it absolutely hilarious how despite how much he’s changed, he’s back to being the heartthrob he used to be in high school - and, he’ll be honest, he thrives on the attention. He’s given everyone the green light to write whatever they want - dared them to make it raunchier, even - to the point where it’s a running joke that Steve will read your reader-insert fanfiction about him unless you tag it with some form of ‘Steve don’t look’. He even used the prevalence of fic about himself to come out on stream.

(Steve’s in the middle of re-organizing his flower field in Animal Crossing when he’s interrupted by a donation. “Hey Steve, really sorry to tell you this but people are writing porn about you... and they’re making it gay. Like writing about you getting fucked by a dude. Just wanted you to know so you can say something about it.”

Steve stops dead, his screen freezing on his open inventory. “Hey, uh, why the fuck would I have a problem about a fictional version of me bottoming? Or- wait, do I seriously give off homophobic vibes? I’m literally bisexual. Hey Dustin, can you ban that guy please? Christ, the nerve of some people. If that’s how you feel about people being gay, or about people writing things that I’ve already said I have no problem with, you can leave this stream right now because I don’t want you here.“)

Many people lost their minds after that stream, one of them being popular tumblr blog whorefireclub.

Eddie didn’t plan on starting a tumblr blog for self-insert fanfiction about a twitch streamer. Really he didn’t, and every time he thinks about it in terms that plain he kind of dies a little on the inside. It’s really all Gareth’s fault, for getting fed up with Eddie’s dumb parasocial crush on a streamer and daring him to just “get it out of his system already”. So, using a bare-bones anonymous tumblr and many, many beers as his cover story, Eddie posted some of the most quickly written and unedited pieces of writing he’s ever produced in his life.

Except he wrote it with an AMAB reader character - and for those of you unfamiliar with the reader-insert sphere, that’s like fucking hen’s teeth. People are pretty good at making things gender neutral at least in their descriptions, and sometimes the anatomy is vague enough that it’s ambiguous, but the majority is written with AFAB genitalia for the reader character.

Eddie’s little drunken post blows up, and at first, he’s never regretted a life choice more.

After thinking about it, and seeing just how many people left comments with their reblogs or came into his askbox directly to thank him for giving them the representation they wanted, he starts to feel a bit better about the whole thing. In fact, it kind of tickles his “protector of the outcasts” instincts; there are people who can’t enjoy the content they want to because it doesn’t gel with their anatomy or gender identity. Eddie could, hypothetically, if he wanted to be absolutely insane about this one hot streamer guy, help fix that problem somewhat.

A couple of months later and he’s become “the guy who writes inclusive reader-insert fic”. While a fair amount of his work is gender-ambiguous, both in anatomy and in avoiding gendered language, more than half is written for anyone who finds themselves underrepresented in the usual reader-insert scene; anyone AMAB, AFAB people who can’t do female language, he’s even written a few oneshots with intersex reader characters. He did research for it and everything. It’s certainly not how he planned for this to work out, but it’s actually kind of... nice. He’d written a lot of fanfiction in his youth, mainly about Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, and while this isn’t how he’d imagined returning to the hobby it’s actually really fun. (It’s making his celebrity crush on Steve a million times worse, of course, but he’s in denial about that so it’s totally fine.)

He’s a little shit, so his blog header has - underneath his personal details - a PSA that reads “Steve, don’t look at this unless you have the balls to shout me out on stream ;)”. Eddie thinks he’s absolutely hilarious.

Right up until he wakes up to find his following has exploded overnight, and upon checking his DMs from his mutuals realizes that - oh shit - that bastard actually did it and talked about his blog on stream.

And Steve said he liked it. Steve likes the porn that Eddie wrote about him. Jesus H. Christ, Eddie is so unfathomably fucked.

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if this were to exist as a fic it would be told through social media posts/DMs. one of those fics that uses unconventional (i.e. non-prose) formatting, you know the ones. the concept actually came from the fact I fucking LOVE fics like that, I’m a slut for any of that House of Leaves-type shit. one time I read a fic that consisted of 8 short stories and each one had a HTML puzzle you had to solve to be able to read it, e.g. one you had to highlight because the text was in white, another you needed to hover your mouse over to make it scroll through the text - I can’t remember the rest but it was SO COOL.

(or, to put this another way, I read homestuck at a formative age and it forever changed how I feel about formatting stories.)

[lucygriefer]

Apothecary AU Hearts (lustfell Sans)

Okay this here is Hearts a lustfell Sans. Along with a slight demo design for lustfell Grillby. There's like a few different versions but I there is one version that I remember that I used for my inspiration for his design... I can't find the artwork or the original creator for this specific version. Trust me I looked and right now can't find this version that I remember. So when I do find them I'll put the creators name here.

Here is Hearts design. Hearts is another monster that works under Muffet as a Brothel monster. He is 35 years of age and has been working in the brother for 22 years of time with Lust, Sin, Blitz, and Flame. When he was 13 years of age he was taken from their home to be sold off. As he was being taken from his home he fought back. Not wanting anyone to be taken. As he fought back, the attackers didn't like that so they broke his legs off. Leaving him with barely stumps for his femurs.

After Muffet had saved him and everyone else that had been taken and tied up. She worked hard to not only make sure that Lust healed from his sickness. But also worked on finding a way to help Hearts be able to move on his own again. As prosthetics were a new thing to the X-empire. It did take her sometime to find the best option for the skeleton. As the ones that existed were primarily made for humans and flesh based monsters.

Eventually with the help of a black smith and plenty of magic Hearts was given a new pair of legs. Because these prosthetics need magic to keep from falling off (not only because the prosthetics are magic but also because they could only make the socket to the prosthetic so small), Hearts always has his ecto summoned to keep the socket of the prosthetic from popping off, along with making sure that the knees, ankles, and feet move properly.

Hearts isn't much of a fan when it comes to doing more of the mature stuff that other Brothel members did with the guests they got. He never really found that type of activity fun and finds that it makes him uncomfortable and sick to his stomach sometimes. So when interacting with the guests he's mostly serving snacks/drinks, sitting and either cuddling them or listening to them talk, or even playing different types of games like Go, Karuta, Shogi, and sometimes judo. Though he will give massages but refuses to do anything beyond that if he's asked.

Hearts is in a relationship with Blitz, a fire elemental monster that's 37 years of age. While he doesn't like doing the one activity that other brothel members do with their guests when they stay for the night, he doesn't mind doing it with Blitz. As it makes his partner happy and they want to have at least one or two kids in the future. The both of them are in a happy relationship.

Hearts and Blitz like others in the brothel sees Nightmare as their child. Since they've all helped raise him from 6 years of age. Hearts hates the restraints that Nightmare wears. Blitz did try to melt the metal but they realized that they'd cause more harm to Nightmare then good if they were to do that. As the melting metal could've caused much more permanent damage.

Hearts did teach Nightmare how to fight since Night is limited in how much fighting they can do. Since the restraints prevent him from using magic and causes him to become unbalanced at some points. While his training wasn't perfect. He's happy that Nightmare is at least able to fight back if needed (even if that doesn't always work).

I'm hoping to give everyone a sneak peek to the first page of one of the mini comic stories that I'm working on. So enjoy the story drafts for the mini comics, these character designs, and whatever else that happens with this au.

I should also keep working on the Resetgore au... should also probably, on a future date, start separating these AUs into their own separate blogs to keep things a bit more organized... Oh well future me problem!