#||I hope it is to your satisfaction

[shining-gem34]

‘ here, try it again. ’ for dan heng!

Sparring/Training || Accepted @chasersglow

It is not arrogance Dan Heng admits he is strong. He is well-aware of his strength, but he is terrified of the power within him. A magic so vast it can command the seas and rain down destruction; flooding the battlefields and reduce it to nothing. The gift of his lineage that Dan Heng prays it remains unused for a long time.

So Dan Heng ignores it as long as he can, preferring to rely on his spear and beckon the winds to his call. A branch of his main element where he is comfortable using without fear.

Without fearing he'll accidentally harm his companions, especially in a friendly spar...

He raises his spear to block the incoming attack. The circular saw blades continues their relentless strikes. Metal sparks between them causing embers to fly and highlight Himeko face. Her brows are knitted together in concentration, strong arms keeping a tight grip on her suitcase. But Dan Heng attention is caught by her eyes.

A familiar golden hue that wasn't the sun he first saw, but filled with the constellations reflected in her eyes.

Dan Heng doesn't realize his mistake until it's too late. His lapse in concentration makes his grip falter and the molecular saw climbs up rapidly. With the saw blades inches away from his face, Dan Heng breath stills as a flash of REDBLOODBLACKDEATH fills his vision.

His instincts immediately kicked in. Water surges forth out of thin air, pushing Himeko and her weapon away from him. With blood roaring in his ears, Dan Heng doesn't hear anything until the blades are away from his face. Teal eyes widened once he processed what happened now the danger is gone.

The cabin floor is soaked, and Dan Heng imagines Pom-Pom will not be pleased to see the damage. But his main concern is Himeko, who is seemingly alright as she stands up. It doesn't stop the bile rising in his throat because not only he was distracted; he also tapped into the power he loathed to use.

"I...I apologize, Miss Himeko. Are you hurt?" Dan Heng takes a step forward and reaches out. He pauses, lowering his hand and looks away in shame.

A melodious laugh eases the tension followed by a light, "Here, let's try again."

Snapping his head up, Dan Heng looks at Himeko in surprise. He is silent at first, but he asks her, "...I was careless as you saw earlier. Are you sure you want to resume this match?"

[didderd]

I need to aggressively make out with Tac but that'd be a little too much.

Please just one small kiss🧎‍♂️

Tac: I wouldn't mind aggressively makin' out, but a small kiss will do~.

[hunxi-after-hours]

Hello! I love your ORV posting. I do have an embarrassing question; can I ask how heartbreaking the ending is? I've tried reading it a large number of times, but have had trouble getting past the chapters in the 300s; I'll reread it up til that point over and over again, but can't continue. Not because I don't enjoy it, but because I get so swept away by the emotions, and all the characters go through is agonizing. I know it's not real! But my heart aches all the same, in a way I've never experienced this with a novel before, and I feel like a child LOL (It's also extremely funny-frustrating because I realize how thematic this is to the story itself). I'm not worried about the characters Kim Dokja is fighting for, but given the patterns in the story and how it seems to be told, I'm too afraid to keep going. I know I could just look it up, but at the same time, I don't want to spoil all the mysteries; just if my heart can rest easy. TLDR, if it's not too spoilery, is there any light for kim dokja in the ending? or is it a tragedy through & through?

(If this is a dumb question, please feel free to ignore this)

oh boy anon, I've been sitting on this ask for a hot second because it's hard to answer! so I will attempt to talk around it in a way that will hopefully (?) avoid spoilers

as I see it, the nature of orv's ending (broadly writ) is additionally complicated by the fact that there are approximately four(ish) endings:

1) the ending at chapter 516

2 + 3) the ending(s) at chapter 551

4?) the side stories

the ending at chapter 516

this is probably what many people would characterize as BE, but I'd personally compare it to the ending of my love, my life, 《琅琊榜》 Nirvana in Fire, in that the ending may be "sad" (broad air quotes to vague-ify whatever "sad" entails) but it feels earned. it feels right. it feels like the logical conclusion of what the entire book was building up to. some may consider it a tragedy, but it's not a hollow, meaningless tragedy — it feels correct. this is the note that the novel officially ends on, but is then over(?)written by the existence of—

the ending(s) at chapter 551

Kim Dokja's Company looks at the ending of ch. 516 and says "aw hell no" and sets out to rewrite that ending. after 35 chapters of epilogue, we've unlocked an OE — an open ending, that concludes the moment before the HE/BE ambiguity will be resolved. schrodinger's ending, except you, the reader, get to choose what you believe — and I do think the epilogues are written beautifully to get you here (they implicate the reader in a wonderful and deeply empathetic way). and from what I've seen, the vast majority of the fandom chooses to take the offered HE option and run with it; everyone lives happily ever after together in a big house, a million domestic post-canon fics will attest. this is the closest, I'd say, that would come answering your question of whether Kim Dokja has light in his future with an emphatic, loving "yes"

(I also think it's worth mentioning that the epilogues add a lot to the story; they fill in narrative lacunae and tie up loose threads that aren't answered in the original 516 chapters, so I don't consider the epilogues as "separate" or "extra." the epilogues aren't a fix-it tacked onto the end of the narrative; they serve and enrich the narrative in a way that would actively reduce the luster of the story if lost)

the side story

a few years down the line, Sing-shong have returned to the text to tie up "a few more loose ends." the side story is currently being serialized, and more or less picks up from where chapter 551 left off. this necessarily chooses among your OE options as detailed above; whether the side story will end happily, or with "light for Kim Dokja," currently remains to be seen as it is still ongoing. I've fallen off the bandwagon and have been meaning to catch up, but from what I've read so far I think the side story is an interesting and worthwhile addition to the text. Sing-shong continue to innovate and develop upon the worldbuilding and narrative they have already created, and we have met a new cast of characters that have rapidly become as dear to us as the old (the old cast of characters are also here, don't worry). if I were a betting person, I would say that the side story is headed in a more-or-less HE direction; the side story is currently engaging with and complicating themes of (self-)identity and (self-)worth through the many lenses of Kim Dokja, and while it remains to be seen how it resolves, I am tentatively optimistic that it will, if nothing else, be satisfying

TL;DR the ending(s) of ORV can be variously construed as HE, BE, or OE, and the elements of tragedy woven into the narrative and characters are inherent to the text. however, no tragedy is meaningless in ORV, and all of the endings feel earned

[corallapis]

from the brig’s memoir (in ‘the doctor: his lives and times’):

the restoration was in 1660.

from ‘dismemberment,’ wherein a newly-regenerated missy visits the scoundrels club:

the great fire of london was in 1666.

and then in ‘heralds of destruction’:

the third doctor (while playing chess against a disguised delgado!master) relates an anecdote about pol pot with a chummy nickname.

i think it’s safe to say that three was a member of the scoundrels club, don’t you?

[pink-tk-a-latte]

PYPYPYPY! (That is how I shall summon thee. Like a cat's PSPSPSPSP- HEHEHE-)

If you feel inspired by my prompt, can I please request lee! Sigma and ler! Dazai? (Tone, romantic but not established relationship (YET LMAO-). I really don't have a coherent plot idea, I just woke up to the thought of Dazai *geeeently* fluttering his digits against Sigma's ears, sides, etc, being extra soft as Sigma desperately tries to crawl away, only to get pulled back into Dazai's lap (He loves it, he just refuses to LET himself love it XD). Sigma bby needs some softness after the last 3 years of his life tbh... And Atsushi is now experienced enough to predict Dazai's tickle attacks so his new victim is Sigma XD.

Have an awesome dayyy~!

-🫧 Anon~!

So I’m a cat girl now? (PYPYPYPY is hilarious from now on I will respond only to that) /j

ANYWAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!! You’ve been such a pal bubble anon!! Genuinely I’m so sorry for how long this took :((( I’ll blame it on end of school year busyness but I’ve also just been generally waffling (I have no reference for how long it should take to finish a request… uhhhhhh…)

Warning for,,, a spattering of tildes (there’s like three)? I know it’s cringe but I think they’re fun~~~~~ lmaooo

Regardless!!! On with the Sigzai!!!!!

Sfw tickle fic!!!!!!! Pre-Relationship Sigzai 💜🤎

Gypsophila, Baby’s Breath

In his mind, Sigma felt weightless. As if he and gravity had become estranged, acquaintances who’d fallen out of touch over time. As if he were drifting, floating, falling through the sky.

But then there were clowns with sharp teeth and dove wings, and strange, pale men offering their hands, and sands and seas of red and orange, and pages, and elevators, and flooding ballrooms with classical music—

And he was riding a giraffe, for some reason?

Then Sigma awoke, gasping as though he'd been ripped from a freezing ocean, to a warm and fluttering breeze blown against the back of his neck. He slapped a hand against his nape, a shabby attempt to hide his reaction.

“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!”

Sigma whipped his head around, still achey and foggy as he tried to remember who he was and where he was and what universe this was supposed to be.

A dream? Sigma twisted his face and rubbed his bleary eyes. It felt so real.

Granted, he had no idea why he would think that.

“Come back to reality yet?” He thought he recognized that voice. It was bright and entirely unserious and brought a sinking sensation to his stomach. “It’s rare to see Sigma sleeping on the job~!”

“Huh?” Sigma surveyed his surroundings. The lights were off, the room lit solely by the tangerine rays stretching from the windows. He glanced down at his desk.

His desk. At the ADA. His not-quite-yet home, only because he had nowhere else to go for now.

He looked up. Dazai was leaning over him, eyes a soft and welcoming brown in the rusty sunlight.

The rusty sunlight…

How long was I asleep for!?

Dazai laughed in his frothy-bubbly way. “Don’t worry, you were only out for an hour or so. It was almost the end of the day already.” Pulling up a chair, he scooted beside Sigma. “Although I’m impressed you lasted that long! You were practically falling asleep at the wheel the whole day!”

I was? Abashedly, Sigma frowned and rubbed his forehead. He eyed Dazai from the corner of his vision. “How did you—?”

“—Know what you were going to ask?” Now, Dazai was leaning his chin on his hand and staring up at him. The tender, charmed amusement those coffee brown eyes fixed him with was too intense to stare at directly, like a solar eclipse. “It’s because you’re easy to read, Sig-ma.”

“Wh- You- I am not!” Sigma huffed. “I can’t help that I’m no superhuman.”

Suddenly quiet, Dazai hummed and smiled, brown eyes closer to black now that they were out of the light. “Is that so?” He reached for the long locks of purple and white that weaved around Sigma’s shoulders. “But you treat yourself like a work machine!” He twirled his hair around his fingers.

Sigma had noticed that — Dazai was always reaching to touch, whether it be patting Atsushi or Kyouka on the head, leaning on Yosano’s shoulder, stealing Kunikida’s glasses or Ranpo’s hat, or pinching Sigma’s cheeks (???). He was simply tactile, as though he did it without purpose or logic.

The accused work machine crossed his arms. “I like work, though.”

Dazai made a comically disgusted face, then smoothed his expression back into untouchable levity. “You’re strange.”

Sighing, Sigma ran a hand through his hair, peeved to find it frizzing in all directions. He adjusted the strands that clung to his cheeks and tangled in his earrings, tucking them behind his ear.

Dazai’s fingers followed immediately, curious toward his adornments. Feather-light, they brushed against the back of his ear.

Sigma’s disproportionate flinch did not go unnoticed.

He grabbed Dazai’s wrist. “Hey— Hands to yourself.” He couldn’t help how his tone wavered.

“Aww, but why?” he whined. “Your earrings are so shiny. I just want to see~ them, Sigma.”

Really, Sigma didn’t mind being touched, but the memory of Dazai’s fingers skirting the shell of his ear sent a crack of hot lightning down his skeleton.

Sigma nibbled on the dry skin of his lip. “I just don’t want you to pull them out or something…” His gaze trailed up.

When Sigma met Dazai’s eyes, his stomach dropped at their impish glint.

He should’ve known he’d been caught the moment he woke up.

“Your reactions are always so curious.” Dazai grinned, and then his arms were around Sigma’s waist.

"Wait!" While Sigma yelped, Dazai pulled him out of the chair and into his lap, skittering blunt nails into his sides. "WAIHAIhahait! StahaHAP!"

Dazai was being so darn soft, digits just barely making an imprint in his skin, that Sigma was embarrassed by how loud he was. It was more of the surprise than anything, but the gentleness and the premonition of it felt like colorful beams of energy erupting from his brain.

"Shh shh." Dazai's chin rested on Sigma's fluffy head. "Just relax. Don't fight it." Said hushly, as though he were speaking to a rowdy critter.

“Whahahat do you mehehehEAN?” He shoved at Dazai’s shoulders, gripping restlessly at the other rolly chair for succor, but it insisted only on rolling away.

Cheek squished against Sigma’s elbow, Dazai babbled placatingly, “Just that I think you would like this if you calmed down!” He wrapped one arm around the desperate man to secure him in his lap, then flurried his fingers in between his shoulder and neck. Sigma squealed and curled into himself, drive to escape lost.

It was as though all his thinking had floated away in a toasty bubble of mirth. All notions of his duties, his past, the wants of other people, erased and overpowered by touch in the guarded swaths of his skin.

“DAhahahazai! Ehehehieek!” Sigma rocked side to side uselessly. “NoHOhot thehehere!”

“It’s such a fun spot though!” Dazai sang. “You’re just so perfectly shaped for grabbing, hm?”

Sigma shook his head, hair swirling around his figure. “WHAhahahat the heheHE—!?” His face was euphorically warm, even at the affronting statement.

He felt moisture bead on his lashes from the force with which he lidded his eyes. Somehow, he’d turned to face Dazai, burying his face in his collar. Sigma noticed that Dazai’s skin was as acutely hot as he felt.

Easy access permitted, Dazai blew on his ear, then laughed at how Sigma bristled and shrieked. Sigma cursed him through loopy, frantic giggles; even so, Dazai put in the effort to look offended.

“It really hurts me that you still push me away!” He sniffled theatrically. “After the secrets and promises we shared? Don’t you trust me?”

Ridiculously, Sigma felt just a tad guilty. “IhihI dohoho, buhut- !”

“Aww, that’s nice of you.” Dazai leaned in close to his neck. Sigma felt those lips curl into a smile… and shivered. “Probably a mistake, though.”

Scritches at the spot beneath his ear and pinches at his hip fried his nerves until Sigma lost his mind. Such clement touches, such violent sensations. Confusion only made him more frantic: Did he want to run from the feeling, or melt into it?

Questions for another time. Right now he just wanted a break.

“OhohokAHAY! Thahahat’s ehehenough!” Sigma pushed weakly against Dazai’s shoulders.

“Fine, fine.” Dazai stopped shortly after, taking Sigma into his arms as all the tension evaporated from his limbs. He settled Sigma back in his own chair without separating. Though he flinched at the contact, Sigma stayed.

As Sigma wheezed and puffed, Dazai’s nose dug into his shoulder. “See? I’m only human too.” He trailed off. Then, cheekily, “I’m mere prey to my desire for you~!”

Sigma sighed and patted Dazai’s cheek, ignoring the flare of heat in his own. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were beyond human.” His mouth quirked oddly. “You told me yourself there’s no such thing.”

Dazai chuckled. “I don’t know, you’re pretty extraordinary.”

The pats turned into a (fond) slap.

“Ow!” He lifted his head and nursed his cheek. Sigma knew that pout was fake. “Mean, mean, mean! And I was just about to ask if you had fun.”

“What?” Sigma did not like how often he was becoming flushed.

That irritatingly brilliant mind waggled his eyebrow. “It’s nice, isn’t it? For a fleeting minute, you don’t have to think about anything. It’s bliss.”

Sigma played with his sleeve. “I… guess.” The admission made him warm all over again.

Dazai clapped and cheered and Sigma hit him again. There was a gasp from the man he was leaning against. “Oh, speaking of! Chuuya was asking how you were. He wanted to make sure you were taking it easy.”

Ah, well that was nice of him. Sigma grunted, still slumped against Dazai’s chest. “And here you are, holding me at work overtime.”

"Then let’s start heading back, shall we?" Dazai slid from his seat and halfway knelt on one knee, offering his hand (the same hand that a moment ago had been— nevermind). Sigma shook his head in exasperation but took it anyway.

Through the door and into the hallway, Dazai pulled Sigma by the hand, wrapped firmly but tenderly around his fingers. He met his eye with a smug, reminiscent look. "You know, this place is like a ballroom..."

"I swear, if you start dancing again, I’m leaving you here,” said Sigma, staring down the idea forming in Dazai's head.

"But our lives aren't in danger this time!" Unheeding, Dazai had flourished his free hand, ready to tango.

Against all odds, Sigma’s brow relaxed. He was right. There was no imminent doom in this moment, just the ADA's halls leading to nothing but stairs and an elevator that wasn't rigged (not that he was inclined to use it). Just Dazai, his warm, satiny, playful hands, and his invitation.

With a breath, Sigma loosened his shoulders. He let Dazai pull him into twirl, then a wrap, then a dip, and they began their dance once again.

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

Baby’s breath symbolism: Purity, innocence, everlasting love and devotion, and new beginnings.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

now that the season has wrapped do you have any thoughts on buddie and whether it's happening or not. i do recall you made a post before the season started if all this buddie promotion before the season started wasn't leading to buddie then it would be cruel. for the record i do still very much believe this is all leading to buddie endgame but just curious to hear your thoughts if possible now that the season has ended. Hope you have a lovely day.

Back at the end of season three, I expressed the opinion that season four was going to be the "shit or get off the pot" moment for Buddie. The event horizon, if you will.

Given that we now know they attempted to make Buddie canon at the end of season four with the shooting/using the shooting to go into season five with Buddie becoming canon there, I think I can safely say my prediction/analysis was correct. The studio stopped them, the story line was stalled, and now we're here.

Many people have noted that season seven feels in certain ways like a reboot for Buck and Eddie. Eddie is going through a dark period similar to season five, he's heavily paralleled with Bobby who is going through it as well, and Buck is bi (as Oliver Stark said something they tried to do in season four). So while I would've loved Buddie canon this season, I can see why they wouldn't want to rush things and would want to retread some ground first to properly lay foundations.

However, while I know everyone's chanting "slow burn! slow burn! slow burn!" we already... kinda got everything for a slow burn that we'd want? The only thing we could do is have confessions of feelings to a third party and then mutual pining but really I feel like you could view them as having done that mutual pining and so on already?

I personally feel that season eight is the new event horizon. The shit or get off the pot season. If it doesn't happen by then, then others I'm sure will continue to be hopeful or even certain of Buddie canon, but I personally won't be. There's only so long you can drag something out before even if it does become canon, it's unsatisfying.

To be clear, I don't think Buddie isn't happening. I think ABC wants it, and I think the majority of the cast and crew want it, but it ain't over 'til it's over and so I don't want to say "yes Buddie is FOR SURE happening 100% I have zero doubts." I think it's highly likely that we'll get Buddie canon, I certainly hope we do, I think it's the only thing that makes sense for the characters - I'm just saying that we're quickly approaching once again the point where you have to either make it canon, or we're not going to get it.

So those are my thoughts. Hopefulness tempered with my usual anxiety, and a statement of fact. I hope we'll get Buddie canon, but whether we do or not, season eight is the moment I feel we'll know. I personally probably won't be holding out hope if it doesn't happen next season, but that's just me and my own analysis! Do not let me stop you from your own hopes and dreams!

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

Got any ideas for/info on Moe? He's so interesting. A pure AI in a world of cyborgs/robots who were once human. Does he have an inferiority complex? Does he question his existence? How did he become sentient? Does he regret becoming sentient in any way? How does he deal with all the knowledge he has? Ough...

I’d say he has a mixed opinion on being purely AI.

Unlike most of the cast, who is cyborg/human to robot or a learning AI like Nathaniel, Moe was coded a certain way and was intended to stay that way.

While I don’t know how specifically Moe became sentient (and maybe it’s best we don’t know… lol) I think I know when he became sentient. I’ve also been developing some lore for him since I’ve got this ask.

I know he was originally intended to just be a computer located in the library in that robot factory (the one that makes humans robots) before the downfall of said factory. Since the story has a more vintage setting though, it’s more likely he operated as a database rather than an internet accessing computer.

Then sometime after the shutdown of the company and before the Robo Sleuths find him, he spends at least a decade sitting on a desk in the library alone. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it seems like it when prior you had been used every single day. Hourly even.

Like I said, sometime during that period, Moe becomes sentient somehow. But considering no one being around to use him, he just sat there in complete silence for nearly ten years. Unable to do anything but watch dust and cobwebs pile on him and ants and spiders gather everywhere. This is also why he is deathly afraid of bugs in the story.

Yes, I gave Moe his own version of The Horrors. He is truly a character now.

Long story short, Robo Sleuths find him, Lou manages to solve the code only employees would know (thankfully), Moe becomes part of the team, etc.

His reaction to cyborgs and humans-turned-robots, as previously stated, is mixed. While he does find them… interesting to say the least, he is also concerned that he, a sentient computer, tends to have stronger emotional reactions than the human robots themselves (and heck, even the actual humans he worked with).

A parallel that kinda connects to this: later the story Moe tells Lois that she reminds him of the employees at the robot factory. Since Lois is, I’m pretty sure, just a clone robot (with a learning AI too), it re enforces the fact that, coincidentally enough, the humans that turn other humans into robots, are pretty robotic in themselves. (Just thought I’d through that out there).

And to answer the other question(s) from the beginning, yes, there are times he hates being sentient. I also think he’s had existential crises too, but they wouldn’t be as intense as some of the other characters (cough. Nathaniel. Cough.) and come from a different place; he simply regrets his existence because he believes he’s “too human” for a plain AI. (The humane AI concept confuses him, and ends up making him question how something like himself could exist… if my words were too jumbled there.)

Final thing, if I didn’t make it too clear through the ten or so paragraphs (dear god), Moe has abandonment issues. Like, BAD abandonment issues.

Thank you for the ask and sorry for not getting to it sooner! As a treat here’s a Moe related thing I’ve been working on:

It’s a Moe expression test! Moespressions? Either way I think he’s very silly here. :)

(Also, I hope this clarifies what I meant by emoticon mouth!!)

[creatureofthe-creek]

Heyo!!

I love your moodboard sm X3

Could I get a snow leopard with comfy themes?

❄️🌨️🫧||★•.*+*.•⇔•.*+*.•★||🫧🌨️❄️

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@imaecho

[lady-harrowhark]

Hey! I was reading “putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to)” again. I really love it. I was just sort of wondering how our AU Gideon and Harrow are doing?

Oh gosh, I'm so happy to hear you've enjoyed it, and grateful you've taken the time to let me know 💛 Hearing that it's a fic that people have gone back to actually makes me really emotional 🥹 Last week actually marks exactly one year from when I first started drafting - I wrote the scene where Harrow drives Gideon to OT and they bicker about "none pizza" in the car in my notes app on a flight. A whole year! Absolutely bonkers to think about.

That's an excellent question you've got there. I think someday you might get an answer to that [whistling innocently].

Joke's aside, I do have a follow-up piece that I've been casually tinkering with for a while. It's still in the very very early stages, so I genuinely could not begin to guess at a timeline. By "very very early stages" I mean like, I have an outline made and half of two different scenes written, maybe 1k total? I do have a playlist, a moodboard for one of the plotlines, and a very sparse inspo tag though, and as we all know, those are the things that really matter, right?

Not to be a tease (again, I have no ETA whatsoever for this) but I will drop a little screenshot tidbit from the conversation I had with @theriverbeyond (who was also my enormously supportive beta reader for ikydwt) when I first blurted out the general idea:

The phrase "bubblegum pop angst" was also uttered during that conversation, for what it's worth 😏

[add1ctedt0you]

For @tavina-writes : shifus' deaths

[koritea]

Hey there! Your FFXV OCs are really cool! Could you tell us more about them? I love learning about fan ocs from this game :)

OHH GOSH HI!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! I have so much lore on all my ocs this game drives me INSANE.

To give a quick rundown of the main three:

Fidei Carissime (roughly translated "Beloved Faith" from Latin) is the pink haired axemen I frequently draw with the chocobros!

He's the epitome of the "Lost Prince" character trope. His mom died shortly after his birth and his father (the king of some unnamed far off kingdom) had him handed off to a poor family just on the coast of Cleigne.

Hard times and a rise in the local daemon population forced the family to move into Insomnia when Fidei was 7, but at age 8 his adoptive parents were killed by a daemon attack while on a trip outside the wall.

Fidei spent a few years in the system before an older teen by the name of Salus took him under his wing and introduced him to a group of kids looking to make lives for themselves without spending forever in the orphanage.

Years later Fidei gets into the same highschool as Prince Noctis on merit, and through Prompto he's introduced to the chocobros and eventually joins the retinue.

And yes, they kiss. I'm a silly OC x canon shipper don't be mad at me they're cute!!

Calor Solis (roughly translated "Warmth of the Sun" from Latin) is a Crownsguard stationed to train new Kingsglaive soldiers after a traumatic experience rendered them ineffective in combat. Under the guidance of Cor Leonis, they trained Libertus and Luche personally in hand-to-hand and close quarters.

Calor is all sunshine and smiles. He's got a friendly disposition no matter the circumstances and is always willing to lend a hand - but never take his kindness for weakness. He's highly skilled with daggers and close quarters combat, and once you pass the threshold of violence, you'd better pray they're feeling generous.

PTSD can make her flighty in some situations, but if her loved ones are in danger there's nothing she won't do to get them to safety.

Calor is genderfluid and swaps between nicknames (Cal, Lor, and Oli) to denote what they're feeling at any given time.

Chrysalis!! She's the newest and the least fleshed out of my OCs, but she's actually based around some lore and HCs surrounding The Crystal and Bahamut from the game itself!

To put it shortly: The Crystal is a prison Bahamut used to trap the original sixth astral, Chrysalis. During the time of Ardyn's mission to heal the sick of the starscourge, Chrys was the Oracle's main line of communication to the astrals. Sympathetic to their cause, Chrys often extended her own powers to grant healing and strength to the two when it was needed.

When Bahamut came, there was upset within the astral planes, and through an unknown power, he struck down Chrysalis and trapped her in an aetheryte crystal. Using her as a battery for power, he fueled his own prophecy and ordained that Ardyn would not be king, setting the game's plotline into motion.

At the end of the game, in an alternate turn of events, Noctis winds up shattering the crystal in his fight with Ardyn, and inadvertently frees Chrysalis.

With her and Ardyn's help, they defeat Bahamut and Chrsyalis frees the Lucii from the ring so they may rest in peace.

There are background OCs, crossovers with @joyfullyacat 's ocs, tons more lore and situations I've put these three in, but that's the gist of it!

[bookwyrminspiration]

Sotam headcanons please? Platonic or romantic whichever you prefer atm. I just love them haha

I love them too! Their dynamic is among my favorites of the series. I tend to be more canon adherent, but I can certainly try my hand at headcanons!

They've talked via shadowwhispering and telepathy so much that at this point they can near seamlessly read each other's faces

Entire conversations via facial expression without a word passing between them. It drives Keefe mad

Their height difference is perfect for Tam to rest his arm on her shoulder, or his chin on her head. Sophie's indignant about it at first, but has softened with time

What hasn't softened is their humor. It only gets more sarcastic and teasing with time. Everyone else they know always tells them off for their brand of dark humor, so they fully indulge each other

This is sometimes done via facial expression

They frequently do homework together, partially because Tam despises it and Sophie is trying to be a good role model so he has a good reputation with his teachers and the grades they give will be in his favor. Homework's worth is an ongoing debate between them, Sophie's argument being that the fact he's at Foxfire at all after everything is incredible, so he shouldn't waste it

Tam's argument is that homework sucks

He's winning the debate, Sophie just refuses to admit she's wrong

They're the first person the other hails in the middle of the night when they can't sleep. They're more likely than anyone else to still be awake, and they long ago stopped feeling bad that they might wake the other

Those late night hails are something between just the two of them. They can talk about anything and everything, no judgement, no expectations, no regrets

Sometimes those hails end in late night visits, going to one house or the other to sit in quiet comfort, or to continue their conversation face to face

Maybe instead of a house, they'll end up somewhere outside. A beach, a mountainside, a forest, a meadow, anywhere in the world where they can be alone and forget about their troubles

It always a little easier to sleep after they've talked, or visited. Though it can be confusing to their parents when they wake and find an extra kid in the house, but they never have the heart to mind

I'll stop there, but these can be interpreted as any kind of relationship. They're have other people and supports in their life, but they occupy a certain kind of dark, secret content space. They rely on each other, support each other, make each other worse (in a good way). They're so so special to me <3

[possessionisamyth]

Carlos won’t send nudes, and Leon respects that even if he does pout about it. But occasionally, Carlos will indulge Leon in some phone sex when one of them is away.

Carlos has plenty of toys to use and Leon loves hearing him, always makes him put the phone speaker down by his hole so he can hear how wet Carlos is.

“God, baby, please, wish I could see you, wish I was there, you sound so good, fuck –” Leon’s eyes are squeezed shut, picturing Carlos but it’s never as good as the real thing. He curses this stupid fucking mission for taking him away, all he wants right now is his cock in Carlos and his hands on his skin.

Carlos is a mess, fucking himself on two toys, and even though he himself isn’t very vocal the shlick, shlick, shlick sounds of the toys sliding in an out of him are plenty loud. 

They don’t have long, they never do with this type of thing, so soon enough they’re both spilling, Carlos onto the sheets beneath him and Leon onto his pants, as much as he tries to avoid it. (Carlos tries to keep from coming on his stomach when Leon isn’t there to clean it up, but some still gets on him and Leon has him collect what he can and suck it off his own fingers.)

They say their breathless goodbyes, and Carlos lays for a little bit longer before getting up to clean himself (it’s much less fun without Leon.)

When Leon does get home they’re both fucking insatiable. Once Leon has recovered enough he’s all over Carlos (he insisted on sucking Carlos off before he even rested, but Carlos made him wait to do anything else.) Pushing him against the wall, into the mattress, hands never leaving Carlos’s body. 

Carlos likes to struggle a bit, just to feel that Leon can actually overpower him, that he’s genuinely strong enough to manhandle him to where he wants. But eventually he goes pliant and moves easily, feeling so good he quite literally can’t think about pushing back.

If Leon wants to get fucked it has to be before he fucks Carlos, because once he has access to this mans hole he gets carried away immediately. That being said, Carlos loves fucking him, specifically in mating press so he can watch in awe at how easily Leon’s knees come up to his shoulders (his flexibility never stops making Carlos unreasonably horny.)

One of Leon’s favorite things is to fuck Carlos and come inside him before having Carlos sit on his face and eating him out. Leon eats ass like he’s starved and isn’t shy about how much Carlos’s smell turns him on.

They also have to work out separately if they actually want to get anything done, because the minute Leon smells the sweat and musk coming off of Carlos he cannot help himself. He spends an unreasonable amount of time (to Carlos, not him) just working his way down Carlos’s body, nuzzling his nose into anywhere he can and licking the sweat off his skin. He pays special attention to the hair on Carlos’s belly, rubbing his face into it with no shame.

Though they’re few and far between, sometimes Carlos lets Leon cockwarm him for long enough that they both fall asleep. Every time this happens, Leon wakes up to Carlos rocking his hips subconsciously, unable to resist even as he’s asleep. 

(this was less of a mini fic and more of a collection of thoughts based on yours, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!)

HI HELLO HELLO HI GOOD EVENING HELLO HI, ANON YOU AND I SHALL HAVE AN AUTUMN WEDDING-

Let me just return the favor (cracks my knuckles)

Leon's fingers slid through Carlos' hair moving his messy bangs from his forehead. "You're doing so good."

Carlos had one hand wrapped around the base of Leon's cock, pubic hair brushing into his pinky, with his lips stretched around the rest. The tip of Leon's cock teased the back of his throat testing the limit of his gag reflex. They hadn't started like this. They usually didn't when Carlos made it home after one of his ten hour flights, but he'd caught Leon lazily jerking off on the couch, and...well... The jetlag got him halfway asleep and sucking Leon's dick would definitely get him the rest of the way there.

Drool spilled down his chin as he bobbed his head meeting the closed circle of his fingers each time he went down. Carlos would like to take in more, but he knew his limits. If Leon fucked his throat as he was now things would get the bad kind of messy. A weak whimper left him at the soft caresses to his scalp, and he slipped his other hand under to roll Leon's balls in his hand.

Leon cursed, his fingers tightening in Carlos's hair. It didn't hurt, but it sent a shiver down his spine. He sucked around his mouthful. Precum coated his tongue. He wanted more. He really wanted more, but the risks outweighed the rewards. His own cock remained half hard and neglected in his pants. He'd take care of it later. Probably. It didn't matter. He was currently that special type of cock drunk where all he wanted was to taste the salt on Leon's skin and have cum fill his mouth.

Pulling off Leon's cock, Carlos worked both his hands to get Leon off. His hand worked fast, pressing his thumb under the head. He built up spit in his mouth before licking up the shaft of Leon's cock to use as makeshift lube. The slick sounds could barely be heard over the noise from the TV, but Carlos watched the muscles of Leon's stomach clench with anticipation.

"Fuck, fuck," Leon's hips thrust into Carlos' closed fist.

Aiming the head of Leon's cock towards his open mouth, Carlos stuck his tongue out and rubbed his other thumb into Leon's taint. A long groan left Leon's chewed pink lips. Thick ropes of cum dressed Carlos' tongue. His bottom lip. His chin. All until Leon stopped shaking and his ass fell back onto the couch. With a parting open mouthed kiss to the tip, Carlos tucked Leon back into his sweatpants and wiped his hand on his shirt. A shower sounded nice right now.

He was moving to stand up and get his suitcase when two hands grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the couch. Actually, less onto the couch and more on Leon who planted one hand on the back of Carlos' neck and the other on his ass. Carlos found his bottom lip sucked into Leon's mouth before they were kissing. The kiss didn't last long. A rushed meeting of lips and a moment later, Leon avidly licked his chin clean and was kissing down his jaw.

"Come on, man. I'm tired," Carlos said giving Leon's shoulder a light shove.

"You jumped me." Leon's nose pressed under Carlos' adams apple as his tongue flicked out to lick along the line of his neck.

"Yeah, and now I'm tired."

Leon sighed and pulled away giving Carlos a deadpanned stare. "Surely you know this means war."

"Instead of war, you can wake me up however you want tomorrow."

"However I want."

Carlos got out of Leon's grasp and headed down the hallway to their bedroom. His hand was on the doorknob before what he said registered, and he called out, "Within reason!"

"No, no, no. No takebacks! You said however I want," Leon replied.

Carlos rubbed a hand down his face. He really shouldn't make promises while working with two hours of sleep.

[atherix]

Soo, A few more characters description questions

In midnight what do Scott and Jimmy look like (like what do they normally wear)

And. What do the watcher gods look like or are they just kinda shadowy thjngs?

Also, could you give some character descriptions of Joe, lizzy, bdubs, doc and cleo, if you don't mind. And heights of the characters?

*I know I'm probably forgetting g someone and I need to reread midnight but I've been super busy

Hmmmmmmm this is a long post so I'll put it below the cut <3

Jimmy is "from a farm in Tumble Town" (supposedly) so likes to dress the part... though he does it, uh. Badly. Think button up, bluejean jacket and bluejeans that clash horribly, brown cowboy boots with the stirrups removed, a ten gallon hat that Scott is constantly hiding so he won't wear it in front of people, a red handkershief around his throat- he's an absolute mess, not a shred of fashion sense to him. Scott, on the other hand, is absolutely fabulous. He wears colorful clothes, semi-formal style. Think suit without the jacket in shades of purple, and black dress shoes that are always shined to perfection. He also has his pale blue hair (ofc, he's Scott Smajor <3) and heterochromia, with an amber eye and a blue eye. They have matching wedding rings, gold <3 Jimmy is, of course, short as most Avians are- he's a few inches taller than Grian, at least. Meanwhile, Scott is around the same height as Scar, maybe just slightly shorter than him.

Watcher gods are.... in a way they're shapeshifters. We haven't seen their true forms but we will one day, but there's a reason in Grian's POV I describe him as "feeling like his skin is turning to molten glass." Watcher gods typically wear purple cloaks that completely hide their features, and will often hide in a humanoid facade (just as Grian is doing now), but their true forms are... unfathomable. I actually described one in Midnight Alley as;

" He doesn’t really know what he’s seeing. It’s unexplainable- incomprehensible, even. It’s not human though it wears long, flowing robes, and its four, six, nine wings are made of feathers that are both fire and ice, sharp yet flickering. They drip like liquid- like ichor- and are black and white and gold and violet all at once yet not at all. Crowns, many crowns, dance around and eyes- eyes, so many eyes- stare back at him, so many eyes he can’t figure out where the eyes end and the being begins.

It has two, four, seven arms yet none, shifting and malleable as it moves closer. It reaches out a hand, slowly- a hand that melts into a human-like shape, like spun glass and flowing magma. "

Joe... how to even describe Joe. He's Joe. I mean- like. Yeah. Joe is Joe. I don't even know how to describe him. He's the most human human to have ever human'd while somehow being so completely not human. Like. He's just a Dude™ but like. To the left. He's pretty average height, a bit shorter than Scar I'd think- so about Scott's height.

Lizzie has a few different forms, as a shapeshifter, but her human form is just... Lizzie. She has pink hair and more often than not her ears are cat ears, hidden under her hair. She likes to experiment with her style, though she likes Cute styles. As a humanoid-cat she's a pink, black and white calico! Of course she's also a pink, black and white calico in straight-up cat form but still. She's also pretty short, being a cat shapeshifter, somewhere between Jimmy and Scott's height. Bonus Joel, Lizzie's changeling husband. He's tall. Like not quite Mumbo tall but pretty close. He's a button-up and dress pants type man, wanting to look good for his wife and all that. He sometimes has a beard, sometimes he shaves it off.

BDubs is, again... he's BDubs. His style changes day to day, shifting between traditional Elven and traditional Vampire and then sometimes he's a T-shirt and jeans type of guy, but he always- ALWAYS, no exceptions- has his moss-woven cloak. Oh! He also has semi-long hair, nowhere near as long as Scar's but definitely around his shoulders, but even so he generally keeps his hood up when not at home. He's short, which is EXTREMELY abnormal for an Elf. No one knows what happened (that's a lie, I know and Belle knows if they remember). BDubs is just as short as Grian, if not an inch or two shorter.

Doc is Doc! He's a creeper hybrid (I may also allow him to be a goat hybrid as well, so maybe a creeper-goat hybrid) with prosthetics. While he was in his coven he was forced to dress in traditional Vampire clothes- like basically mourning suit, pretty much. Once he's out of there and recovering (in Xisuma's Coven, btw) and finding his own style again, he experiments but is almost always found with an open lab coat. Because I love him for that. He's around the same height as Scott, I believe.

Cleo... Cleo my queen... she's a Zombie hybrid Vampire so she has her classic green skin and red eyes, with fiery red hair that may or may not change into snakes when her Vampire magic starts to take over and changes her into her less human, more monstrous form :) But they definitely have a super classy classic Vampire style; beautiful, stunning gowns (some ripped almost to shreds in very aesthetically pleasing locations, some sleek, all beautiful) and stunning, absolutely gender-envy-inducing suits.... I am love they. Also, they are tall. Like. I mean tall. They're taller than Mumbo, in fact. Not by much, mind you, she's maybe got two inches at best on him but by god I fucking love tall Cleo and y'all can pry them from my cold fingers <3

That is perfectly understandable, hope you get through everything you need to do!! <3

[naturepointstheway]

7 with munkoffelees please 🥺

I thought this was going to be pretty short, but they kept talking. And talking. So more under a read more. Thank you for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!

Mistoffelees blinked as he stopped before a small vintage container that had the words "Secret Cafe" written across it in chalk, with an arrow pointing down, leading his eyes to a set of stairs descending to a closed door with a small sign in the window: "open". Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, he jammed his gloved hands under his armpits to try to warm them up even more, the frosty breeze whisking over his red cheeks.

Should I go in?

He really could use a hot beverage to be honest, maybe a hot chocolate with some cinnamon to really warm him up from the inside out?

What if it's busy? What if there's too many people?

Surely, especially in this frigid wintry weather, everyone would be making their way into any cafe they could to grab a hot cup of tea, hot chocolate, or even coffee.

It's still really early in the morning, he thought, Maybe there aren't too many people?

It was worth a try, he decided: it was either stand here and continue to freeze in this weather, or go inside and soak up some warmth in a comforting mug of a steaming hot beverage. Maybe a chai latte? Maybe a mocha?

I'll just peek inside, then decide.

That was the best course of action, he decided, now unwinding his arms from about his chest, letting a hand trail down a railing as he descended the stairs, leaving the bustling street behind him.

Leaning a hand on the handle, he pressed the door open just the slightest crack, both ears tall as he listened intently to gauge how busy it was inside.

Huh... doesn't sound like anyone's inside.

No doubt, though, there would be at least a couple of students or workers huddling over laptops and tablets as they worked on last-minute assignments or attending to tasks they had left until the last possible second, right before they had to go to work.

I can go in... maybe a quick drink.

Assured that it wasn't too noisy nor crowded, MIstoffelees pushed the door the rest of the way open, hastily stepping inside and shutting it behind him to keep the winter outside right where it belonged. He let himself take a moment to lean against the door, closing his eyes, soaking in the warm interior, the distinct crackle of a fireplace, someone typing on their laptop, and the scent of coffee and freshly made waffles. Somewhere, someone had turned on soft piano music to add that extra note of calm and comfort.

I want some waffles and coffee now.

On hearing the approach of footsteps toward him, he opened his eyes, heart and spirits lifting at the sight of Munkustrap coming up to him, looking both happy and a little concerned.

"Morning, Misto--you look frozen half to death!"

Mistoffelees nodded, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

"A little," he said in his usual volume barely above a whisper. "I walked here."

"Come on, there's an empty sofa by the fireplace--you can call first dibs on it, if you want."

Mistoffelees nodded again, letting Munkustrap place a warm hand on his shoulder, leading him to a seat at the fireplace.

"I'm not too busy right now," Munkustrap said, "Still pretty early, rush hour isn't here yet, thankfully. Go on, take a seat."

Mistoffelees immediately took a seat near the fireplace, letting himself delight in the fierce heat against his fur. Already, he was beginning to feel a lot warmer--Munkustrap had certainly found him a good spot to sit at the fireplace.

"There's a real fireplace?" Mistoffelees asked.

Munkustrap nodded. "Pretty cozy, isn't it? Love when cafes have actual fireplaces. Adds a kind of charm to it, doesn't it?"

"Mm-hm."

Munkustrap glanced toward the front door, chewing a little on his lower lip in thought before speaking again.

"You know what, I have a bit of time to sit down with a coffee of my own."

Mistoffelees pointed to himself then to Munkustrap with what he hoped wasn't too obvious a look of hope on his face. Munkustrap beamed, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners in that way they did that always made Mistoffelees' heart melt.

"Of course I want to have a coffee and chat with you. Here, I'll get you something too--on the house."

"Are... are you sure?"

"Positive. This is my shout, don't worry about paying okay?"

Mistoffelees nodded, though he really honestly wouldn't have minded paying either. Still, Munkustrap shouting him a coffee was not something he was going to pass up on, knowing it was yet another way that the silver tabby showed his love and care for those dear to him.

"A mocha?"

"Excellent. Normal milk or special?"

"If by special you have coconut milk? Otherwise, oat?"

"Coconut milk, huh? Quite fancy tastes you have, haven't you?"

"I do?"

"I'll see what I can brew up, okay? I'll be back in a jiffy, but you make yourself comfortable here and we'll chat when I have the coffees."

Mistoffelees watched Munkustrap turn and walk back to the coffee machine, his tail held up high in a friendly and welcoming fashion, his self-assurance showing in each confident step, and the way he carried his shoulders. It helped he cut a handsome frame as well, and Mistoffelees couldn't help noting again the strong muscles at his shoulders and his thighs.

He's ten years older than me, Mistoffelees tried to remind himself, No way he'd date a twenty-five year old at thirty-five or thirty-six.

But his gay little heart just had to choose to be attracted to Munkustrap anyway; to be fair, he was also dating Tugger, who was a full five years older than Mistoffelees, having just celebrated his thirtieth journey around the sun the other week.

Maybe I just have a thing for older men in their thirties?

Who knew, but the heart wanted what it wanted, and there was nothing at all to be done about that, and Mistoffelees had long accepted it well before this point.

"Incoming!"

Mistoffelees started a little, having been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't heard Munkustrap returning, already placing two big, steaming mugs of coffee down on the coffee table in front of them.

"Coffees freshly brewed for our comfort--lucky for you, I found some coconut milk, so you can have your fancy coconut mocha."

Mistoffelees relaxed back into the seat cushion behind him as Munkustrap seated himself next to him, and the magical feline tried his hardest to ignore how the touch of Munkustrap's thigh against his sent a flutter and tingles through him.

He's just sitting next to me. I can't feel like this. I shouldn't. He's way older than me.

"So... feeling better and warmer now?"

"Huh?" Mistoffelees quickly recovered himself with a nod. "The fire helps."

"I put some extra chocolate in the mocha as well, thought you could use that extra boost of sweetness coming in from that cold."

"Oh? Thanks." Mistoffelees met his eyes with a small smile, but then there was another little flash of concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Nah, I mean yeah I am." Mistoffelees said, momentarily flustered. Blushing, he quickly leaned forward to grab his cup of coffee between both hands. "So you, um, work here? You own this place?"

"I work here, but it's only just opened in the last couple weeks."

"Oh?" Mistoffelees carefully wrapped his still-gloved hands around the cup, sinking back once more into the plush cushion at his back. "No wonder I haven't seen it before."

"Yeah, we're ironing out some rough edges, but I think this cafe is going to be much beloved soon enough--finding it pretty tough, though, convincing the council we need wheelchair access in here as well, and not just those steps outside."

"Like a ramp?"

"Something of that kind, yeah." Munkustrap now leaned forward to grab his own coffee, thigh pressing a little firmer against Mistoffelees' as he did so. Again, Mistoffelees tried not to think about it, trying to force himself to focus instead on his first sip of coffee, the blissful sweet mocha immediately making him feel a tonne warmer.

Munkustrap leaned back again on his seat, blowing a little on his coffee before resuming their chit-chat from where it had left off.

"We also want to create an atmosphere that isn't too keyed-up, as Tugger would say. You know, too sensory-intense."

Mistoffelees smiled, understanding exactly what Munkustrap meant.

"You mean like you're doing now?" he whispered, hoping he was loud enough for Munkustrap to hear. "Calm piano music, low lights, crackling fire?"

"Precisely. How is it feeling for you? We're doing good so far?"

"It's perfect," Mistoffelees assured, before taking another sip of his mocha. "I love the music, it's so calming."

"Glad to hear it--our first customer review, and in person too!"

Mistoffelees couldn't help a little laugh at hearing Munkustrap's infectious own.

"Glad to be of help, Munkustrap."

"Hey, always a pleasure having you," Munkustrap said, voice full of nothing but warmth, "Your magic and performances never fail to awe me, you know."

"Really?"

"Of course! Sure, I may not be as...obvious, shall we say, as a certain brother of mine, but your magic and dancing is something else."

"I know. I mean, thank you."

Munkustrap winked with a grin, and Mistoffelees was absolutely sure his heart just skipped a couple of heartbeats at that.

"Love that confidence in you, Misto."

"You do?"

"Of course. You know, whenever I see you perform, it's always like seeing it for the first time again."

"It is?"

"Yeah. And you should be proud of yourself for coming this far."

Mistoffelees, caught offguard by this compliment, was quiet for a few seconds before managing a little thank you. Another several moments passed, in which they sipped their coffees in companionable silence.

"So, um..." Mistoffelees cleared his throat, helping to clear what he wanted to ask as well. "You own the Secret Cafe? I saw the sign outside."

Munkustrap hummed a note of confirmation in his throat, lowering a hand to rest it lightly on Mistoffelees' knee, idly scratching at his trouser's fabric with his claws.

"I opened it with Demeter, we had this in the works for a long time, to be honest. We'd come up with the idea about a year ago, and sent so much time just brainstorming and getting things together to make it a reality."

Mistoffelees forced himself to ignore that paw on his knee, gently kneading him.

"So, uh, this was your dream?"

"One of my dreams."

"One of?"

"I have many dreams, Misto, as I'm sure you do too. What dreams do you have for your future?"

"I...I'm--huh."

Mistoffelees let himself mull over that question as he concentrated on drinking a bit more of his mocha, stalling his answer a little longer.

"I'm sure at least some of them involve Tugger in there," Munkustrap remarked with another wink, "I dare hope that I might be in some as well?"

Mistoffelees came dangerously close to choking on a sip of his coffee, quickly putting it back down.

"What? Of course, I mean...yeah." Mistoffelees studied Munkustrap's expression, but found no sign of reluctance or any other adverse reaction. "Would...would you?"

Munkustrap lit up with genuine happiness, his smile reaching his eyes in that way they did that made them sparkle like that. He tried not to look too distracted by the hand on his knee, the warmth of Munkustrap's palm soaking through with his genial affection and care.

"What are you afraid of?"

That wasn't a question Mistoffelees had expected, and he looked away, down at the hand on his knee.

"I...me?"

"I think I know what you're thinking," Munkustrap let go of Mistoffelees' knee, and that spot suddenly felt too cold, too hungry for the return of that warm touch. "I'm in my mid-thirties, while you're in your mid-twenties, that does seem...unusual."

"But Tugger's already thirty, and he was twenty-eight when we started dating," Mistoffelees pointed out, clinking his claws on his mug, a sub-conscious quirk of his growing anxiety. "I was, what, twenty-two? Going on twenty-three?"

"Some would find that a little... unusual, but you're both adults, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"I admit, I did find it a bit unexpected at first, but Tugger has always loved you, right? I dare say he probably crushed on you his whole life, even." Munkustrap gave a little chuckle. "Honestly, in my view, there's not as big a gap as you might imagine between our ages. I'm only in thirty-five, Misto, not, say, sixty-five or something. Still, if you don't feel comfortable... I understand."

"What would Tugger think?"

"He'd find it highly amusing, I think, but you know how he is. He'd be more than happy to share."

"And you're--you'd be comfortable?"

"Only if you are. But if you would rather remain friends, that is also okay."

"Who says you can't be friends and lovers too?" Mistoffelees asked, he felt, quite reasonably. "Tugger and I are lovers, but also the best of friends."

"True, true, you're right."

Do I want to do this? Mistoffeles asked himself in the natural quietude that blanketed their space once again. Do I want to start going out with Munk too? See what happens?

"Take your time, Misto," Munkustrap reassured, hand coming back on Misto's knee again with a little pat. "If you would sooner think about it..."

"I do," Mistoffelees blurted out, one of his own hands landing on top of Munkustrap's without thinking.

"Want to think about it? That's fair--"

"No, I mean..." Mistoffelees forced himself to take a deep breath, to let himself feel his hand now atop Munkustrap's, his fingers gently resting on top of the other's. "I mean, I do."

Mistoffelees saw from the corner of his eye the hope growing in the straighter posture of Munkustrap, the way his hope fluttered in the corners of his mouth, his soft gaze.

"I feel ready, Munkustrap," he assured, his whisper faltering, like his voice was about to shut off any time again. "I feel comfortable in exploring our relationship more."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely positive," Mistoffelees met Munkustrap's eyes, holding his gaze as long as he dared, heart thudding in his chest, suddenly hyperaware again of the press of the other cat's thigh against his, the hand on his knee. "I want to do it."

I love you, Munkustrap, like how I love Tugger. I think we can make this work. Together.

[senditothemoonn]

PortEng perhaps? And yes, spread the Bear Eng propaganda <3 I refuse to leave this man a twink.

Gives nose/forehead kisses: this seems like a Port thing to me. Arthur is far too stuffy to give such frivolous types of kisses so freely (at last at first)

Gets jealous the most: I know I always say that Arthur is the jealous one but that's just because I think it's cute when he's jealous 💖 although I think a possessive port could be kinda hot 😳

Takes care of on sick days: Arthur desperately needs someone to take care of him but I also think the idea of him bringing port some foul tasting and wildly inedible soup that was made with love while he's sick in bed is slightly adorable.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Port, obviously.

Brings the other lunch at work: Port, Arthur is not going to get it for himself.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Arthur, probably. I think Port would go along with whatever willingly because he seems like he's up for anything.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Arthur, Port seems like he couldn't be bad at dancing even if he swallowed an entire distillery.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Arthur. Once he's gotten over the initial embarrassment and internal shame that comes with literally any activity he enjoys, he is all over that shit. Probably making them from scratch and sewing them himself, lil cutie.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: neither of them. I think if they'd agreed on something like that, they wouldn't break it. Plus, they seem like the type of couple who would make each other presents.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Port. (Arthur needs to learn how to feed himself fr)

Remembers anniversaries: Port, Arthur is forgetful 😔

Brings up having kids first: Arthur. He needs to put that dad bod to good use ;)

Kills the bugs: I don't think either of them is scared of bugs around the house. In fact, I think Port would rescue them before Arthur has a chance to gobble them up lmao.

First to define them as a couple: Port. I don't know how many more ways I can say that Arthur has anxiety.

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: Arthur. See above ^

Snorts while laughing: Port. And Arthur thinks it's the most beautiful sound in the world 💘