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altairs-little-world · 3 years ago

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Can i request Rei Sakuma, Leo Tsukinaga, and Izumi Sena (Separate) react to seeing their s/o run to the playground before they could walk past it after their date? I imagine the reader asking rei if he could push them in the swings. Thanks in advance!

Rei, Leo, Izumi - Seeing their S/O run to a playground

Characters: Rei Sakuma, Leo Tsukinaga, Izumi Sena

Genres: Fluff

Small “tags”: Canon Universe, Mentioned dates, playground, comforting, swings, see-saw, playing tag, overthinking a lil’, Rei's old man mentality, everyone is just a big kid at heart, every scenario is a reader of diff personality I- /sobbing/

TW: None!

A/N: REI SAKUMA MY BELOVED orz (my cabbage may be staring daggers at me rn but omigoodness someone requested for the Rei of sunshine thank you)!

Ooo a lot more requests too, I’ll probably be posting and clearing off the short scenarios and HCs first as the others will take a longer time! Sorry to the anons who submitted earlier but will be having their request fulfilled much later - I’m not ignoring them, there’s none that I think should be ignored or dropped yet! Just need some more time to make sure the story’s good enough, please bear with me!

I think I may have gone a little off topic here and there in this one… Head empty only multiple Enstars scenarios that I think too much about- I hope you still enjoy it, though! (You can clearly see my bias toward Rei I think I’m sorry I love this old man)

REI SAKUMA ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— Naturally, being an idol and a unit leader, Rei had a lot on his plate.

— But that wasn't going to stop him from spending time with you, his beloved! No, sir, when Rei Sakuma sets his mind on something, nothing can get in his way. And in this case, you were that something.

— You were pleasantly surprised with a date at the new dessert shop that opened nearby! The self-proclaimed vampire really knew how to take care of you and your sweet tooth.

— Due to the male's whines about the bright, scorching summer sun, both of you stayed in the cool, air-conditioned shop till the sunlight started to wane, offering a cooler atmosphere to walk home in, which you took.

— He holds your hand loosely, giving you the chance to pull away whenever you wanted, not that you normally would.

— Oh! What do we have there? You perk up when you spot the bright colours of the playground, and even more so at the empty swings swaying slightly in the wind. Swings! Your absolute favourite!

— You just couldn’t resist - you hadn’t been on a swing in so long, you were so deprived of the fun of playing one - and so you tighten your hand around Rei’s, dragging him along. Swings required 2 people to play, after all!

“Help push me? Please?” Oh, how could he not? There wasn’t even any need to act cute, though, in his eyes, you were so naturally adorable that it made everything you did seem cute. He loved you too much to deny anything of you, especially a simple request like this.

“Hold on tight then, sweet thing,” He nips at your earlobe as he speaks, enjoying how your ears turned red at the fleeting action and nickname. The brunette grips the sides of your seat, walking backwards to pull the swing back before letting go, relishing in your little “Wooo!” sounds as you swing forward. “You really enjoy this, don’t you? Perhaps we should come here more often.”

“Because it’s fun!” You said, stretching your legs out as the swing swung forward again, and tucking them in when it went backwards. “Have you never played on one before?”

“Kuku, certainly not. Ah, but I do remember pushing Ritsu on a swing once, when we were much younger,” Rei reminisces, a wistful note in his voice. “The person behind has to be the stronger one, isn’t that right? To be able to push the other forward, to catch them when they fall backwards…”

“Wait, wait,” You slow the swing to a stop with your feet against the playground floor, turning in your seat to meet his ruby-red eyes in a frown. “So you’ve never played on a swing because you’ve been going about some philosophy with how a swing works and you think you always have to be the stronger one?”

“When you say it like that, it doesn’t sound too good, does it?”

“Rei. Rei, my love, my sleepy vampire, my old man, this, a swing, is but a simple child’s play - there’s nothing deep behind it!”

“If you say so, my beloved,” He shrugs, bending over to pull the swing back again. You sigh at how he dismisses your words, releasing your grip on the chains to cup his fair face.

“And you, don’t think you always have to be strong. No one can be strong all the time, yeah?” Rei hums in agreement, or in satisfaction of having his face warmed by your hands, you didn’t know. “Rely on me too, alright? Love isn’t all about giving, giving, and giving.”

“I didn’t exactly mean that - you know how this old man talks.”

“Still, my statement stands.”

You stare at him stubbornly, refusing to release his head from your hands, until he gives a small laugh. Pale hands reach up and hold your hands, pulling them away from his face a little to press kisses onto your palm, smiling against the skin.

“... Thank you, my love.” Short, simple words, but it was more than enough to convey his feelings. “So, I assume you’ll be the one pushing me after you’ve had your fun on the swing?”

“Hm hm! If you want me to!” You lean forward to bump foreheads with him, smiling. Rei releases your hands after one last kiss, allowing you to hold onto the chains of the swing once again. “So stop being a moody old man and let’s continue playing!”

“Of course.”

He starts pushing you on the swing in a languid, rhythmic manner, your laughs and his chuckles filling the air in a joyful melody.

“Haha… Even this old man feels young when he’s with you~”

LEO TSUKINAGA ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— With you two being morning people and somehow sharing a single braincell, you had both suggested meeting up at the nearby park for a morning stroll at the same time, laughing at the unanimous decision made between the both of you.

— To spend the first few hours of this pleasant day in each other's company was like a dream, your boyfriend humming little tunes in the late dawn of winter, tiny fangs showing when his signature smile adorns his face, dragging you closer to him.

— Leo's arm finds its place, draped over your shoulder to keep you right there, right next to him. You, obviously, had nothing against that. He was warm, and you loved him - there was no reason to escape from his grasp.

— Except maybe one. Your eyes lit up when you saw a playground, conveniently devoid of children since they were all at school at this hour. Twisting your neck to look up at your boyfriend, you stare at him, wide-eyed, while he meets your gaze with a curious smile.

— That was the only warning he got before you were gone from his side. He certainly wasn't expecting you to suddenly dash over the playground climber and nimbly climb up onto it. But he wasn't complaining! With someone like you by his side, his world was never devoid of surprises or happy laughter - the latter was now prompting Leo to run over and see just what you were up to.

“Haha! I claim this castle!” You proclaimed, waving your arms around at the structure you were on, leaning over the railings a little to look down at your boyfriend proudly. He only returns the smile, arms akimbo as he starts playing along with the little drama game that you initiated every so often.

“If that is your castle, my monarch, then as your knight, I naturally have access to it!”

“Uh oh - Then, out of here, I shall go!” Leo’s shoes made little “thunk” noises when he climbed up onto the playground climber, while you made your quick escape down a small slide that you couldn’t really slide that well on. It wasn’t meant for rowdy teenagers like the both of you, after all, but was that going to stop you two? No!

Your boyfriend made it down the slide with much difficulty too, immediately springing to his feet to chase you around in circles, snow crunching under your feet as you called out mocking comments.

Realizing this was going nowhere, with you expertly outrunning him all the time, Leo had a change of tactics. The sound of footsteps behind you slowed to a stop, followed by his bright voice. "Hey! Hey, look here, look what I found~!"

Turning around, you see the orange-haired male crouched as if he was about to pounce, emerald eyes glinting with mischievousness.

A small scream rings through the air as he tackles you into the snow, your voice accompanying him in laughter as Leo encases you in a tight hug and rolls all over the cold ground, leaving a trail of flattened snow. Thank goodness the two of you were wrapped up in heavy winter coats, or you’d be freezing by now!

Though, being with Leo, your music-loving ray of sunshine, you didn’t think you could ever feel cold. Even with your current position, lying on your side in the snow, you could feel his warmth from the arms around you and his breath mingling with yours as you both giggle from the activity.

“Tah-dah, I've found the light of my life!” He boasts, squeezing you into an even tighter hug and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Noooo! Let me go!” You wail in mock protest, struggling against his strong grip. Boy, for a baby-faced composer who hardly worked out other than idol practice, he was freakishly strong when it came to hugs.

“No can do! I- Gah??!” Anyway, a small surprise attack on his stomach with your fingers was all you needed to get the ticklish man to loosen his hold on you, hands pulling back to push your hands away. “Ha- Stop- Haha-!”

“And I’m free, once again!” Your jubilant theatrics continued, rolling away before getting up and dashing to the other end of the playground as Leo let out weak laughs, recovering from your “brutal” attack. He rolls onto his back and flops his arms on either side, chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. “Hey hey, not coming to catch your runaway monarch anymore, my knight~?”

The boy sits up at your provocation, jumping up to his feet with an energized grin yet again, chasing after your light as he always had.

“Run all you want, your majesty! Your knight will always be with you, one step behind!”

IZUMI SENA ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— Izumi, being the high-standard romantic that he is, arranges for a candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown, of all things.

— As expected, you only stepped out of the restaurant - with your boyfriend linked to you by your hands - when the sky was pitch-black, with yellowish lights from lamposts and cars illuminating the roads.

— Wanting to spend more time with him, you suggested walking home together! Your knight amicably agrees with his charming smile, squeezing your hand in a small show of affection.

— Both of you share a conversation, chatting about what each of you had been doing in the time you’d been away from each other, resting your head on the other’s shoulder as you two strolled through the dimly lit streets.

— And then! Watching a deserted playground come into view, you were struck with one of your “silly thoughts” - as Izumi called them - shaking the male’s hand off to run over, knowing that he would follow your steps without questioning you. In the beginning, at least.

“What are you doing?” The question comes out as he catches up to you, with no bite behind his voice but instead genuine confusion. He was a little more used to how you acted on your whims by now, but still-!

“See-saw!” You stepped aside and flourished your hand at the fixture in the playground that had caught your eye. It was a favourite game of yours, the feeling of bouncing up and down into the air while someone else on the opposite side similarly went up and down in tandem with you, alternating between who was in the air and who had their feet on the ground. A game perfect for two!

His eyebrows creased, eyelids fluttering at you as he blinked. “And…?”

“Let’s play, let’s play!”

“In these??” Izumi waved down at the clothes you were both decked out in. Formal, elegant, and restricting. Entirely unsuited for playing like kids, as you’d suggested. “There is no way-”

You place a finger to his mouth, shushing the silver-haired male and earning a comical glare from him.

“Don’t frown so much, you’ll get wrinkles on your face!” A laugh escapes from you, your hand finding his again to drag him to the awaiting see-saw. “Here you go,” You sat him down on one end of the seesaw, patting his shoulders in satisfaction before running over to the other side to sit down.

“How does this work, anyway?” Izumi questions, folding his arms as you hike your leg over the seesaw, holding the handlebar but not sitting down just yet.

“You’ll see!”

“What do y- Ahh?!” He lets out a surprised and utterly undignified screech when you plop down on your side of the see-saw, pushing your weight down on the fixture and lifting his side into the air. The male scrambles to hold onto the handlebar like you were doing, looking down at you angrily. “Give me some warning before you do that, ugh!”

“Aha, sorry…” You said sheepishly, looking down almost immediately after you barely glimpsed his glaring pale blue eyes, ashamed. Why did you do that? Because you thought it’d be funny to scare him? You bit at your lip worriedly, hunching your shoulders. Maybe it would be best to get off this silly see-saw and head home instead of wasting any more time here… “Ah-?”

The ground suddenly moved away from you - no, you were moving away from the ground, the board beneath you lifting up. You looked up at the other side of the see-saw, where your boyfriend was, seeing him leaning back to apply more weight to hold you up while he watched you with concern.

Your eyes met, and Izumi’s gaze hurriedly shifted to a nonchalant one, looking as though he wasn’t worried about your reaction just a second ago. “You wanted to play, didn’t you? Get on with it already then, it’s getting late.”

A smile returns to your face. Truly, no matter how harsh or cold your lover was, underneath all those layers and facades held a warm and gentle love for you.

“Mhm!” You hum in response, and the creaks of the see-saw filled the air, a rhythmic harmony to the melody of your joyful giggles and his fond huffs.

“You’re really childish, you know?... Whatever, as long as you're happy.”

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #rei sakuma x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #izumi sena x reader #rei sakuma #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #ensemble stars

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primalsouls · 3 years ago

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Ok so my polyamorous butt loves both Langa and Reki, but there are only a few oneshots on here that show them both together like that. Could you possibly write more if you have the time?

omg it's been such a looong time since i wrote for sk8 😭 i missed my boys orz

since it's been a long time since i wrote for them, they're gonna be a little ooc? i do know that reki can be like excited and fun and langa like quiet yet still determined to be out there, you know lol? but either way, they'll be somewhat ooc 😅

anyway, here's a little something for the meantime while i go rewatch sk8, i just know im not looking forward to seeing that guy 😬 lmao

also blueberry muffins are my fave （˶′◡‵˶）

[08/01/22] I've started this post last week and i just finished and oh man... i did not meant for it to be so long 💀 it was so supposed to be short but i got carried away lmao 😅 also i still haven't rewatch sk8 lol

anyway enjoy! hope you love it! <3

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Sweet like You

pairing: reki kyan x gn! reader x langa hasewaga

theme(s): fluff

warning(s): none

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(Name) stared out the window with their chin propped on the palm of their hand boredly as the teacher continued on about some chemistry problems and their equations written on the board, his back turned on the students. Their mechanical lead pencil twirled lazily in their fingers, a low sigh going through their nose. The young skater stopped listening to the lecture a few minutes ago. Class was already half an hour in. Their mind had long abandoned the subject of today's lessons, swimming down a path of old memories as their eyes stared at the passing clouds. It was a windy day. Their boyfriends mentioned doing some more skill practices after school during their lunchtime for one of Langa's upcoming races with one of the known skaters in the underground group which both boys refused to let (Name) in.

Although (Name) really didn't had any intentions of joining in the S organization. They weren't one for racings or competing against others. They had seen the injuries both Reki and Langa received. It broke their heart seeing their boys be cover in bandages. Such injuries brought an old childhood memory of theirs.

Back when they first started skating on their own, they would be cover in band-aids themselves after spending hours upon hours on learning how to ride a board. After an hour of struggling to step on the board without sliding off from it and earning themselves a scratch on one of their palms or knees, (Name)'s mother would bake them their favorite treat, a plate of warm, delicious blueberry muffins with a glass of milk beside it. Just from the thought of it in their memories made their mouth watered.

Before their mind wander further into their memories, the last bell of the school day rang throughout the whole building. Students begun to pack their stuffs while the teacher remind them of their lessons and their homework for the night, (Name) taking their time as the rest of their classmates rush out to hurry home.

Bored (colored) eyes looked at the school building as the owner stood beside the gates. They waited patiently for their boyfriends to meet up with them at the gates, as they promised during lunch. Squinting their eyes, (Name) saw a mop of baby bluer hair bouncing slightly as Langa ran up them with a determined look on his face.

"(Nickname)!" Langa called out as he reached them, his signature skateboard in hand while the other held his bookbag. "Ready to go? Reki said he would catch up to us later at the usual spot. One of his teachers held him back to get him back on track on his assignments." He explained. (Name) mouthed out an 'oh' as they nodded.

"Ah, I see... I imagined it was the English teacher, huh?" They said, shaking their head when Langa nodded. Though, they didn't mind starting on the training without Reki, (Name) wanted to hang out with both their boys. "How about we wait for Reki st my house? Besides, I've been thinking about making some blueberry muffins. We can make some together and eat them when Reki comes over." They suggested, looking at the other skater.

Lanha stared at his partner, a clear look of a debate going in his head.

"Okay." He answered after a moment of silence.

(Name) grinned and took his hand in theirs, intertwining their fingers as they led the way to find a grocery store.

It was getting close to evening. Reki had texted to the trio's group chat about coming over to (Name)'s house. Thankfully it was a Friday night, having the whole weekend to spend it over at their house while going out to get some training done. Langa and (Name) spent the rest of the time until Reki came back from school gathering the ingredients and measuring them up. From preparing the batter, to mixing the berries in to baking the muffins and letting them cool down after taking them out of the oven.

The duo heard furious knocks coming from the front entrance of the house. (Name) gestured to Langa to stay in the kitchen and place the muffins on plate as they went to check who was at the door. Their eyes beamed when familiar face grinning back at them.

"(Nickname)!" Reki announced, already wrapping his arms around the other skater. "Aah, I missed you!" He said, nuzzling his face against their shoulder. (Name) laughed as they returned the hug and patted his hair.

"It's only been a few hours after school, Reki." They said, chuckling at the cute pout the boy gave after pulling away from the hug to look at them.

"Still! It felt like days." Reki commented, moving away inside the house to let his partner close the door behind them. "Where's Langa? Didn't he came home with you?"

(Name) nodded over to the kitchen before heading back to it with Reki following behind. "Yeah, he did. We stopped by a store to buy some stuff to make my favorite muffins." They answered, grinning lazily when they saw Langa tried to keep a small pyramid of blueberry muffins together on the plate. He wore a concentration look on his face, little bit of his tongue stick out with his brows frowned down their forehead. "Langa~, Reki's here."

Cutting his attention away from a muffin falling down the top of the food pyramid, Langa stood back up with a smile. "Reki! Look, I helped (Nickname) made their favorite muffins." He said, pointing at the muffins with a proud smile on his features. Reki chuckled and nodded, walking over with (Name).

"It really does look delicious."

"Right! I hope they taste as good as my mom had done for me."

"They're cool down, so let's try them."

With Langa's suggestion coming into actions, each skater grabbed a muffin and took a bite into the treat.

"Ooh... They're so good!"

"Really? I think they're second to my mom's."

"Tastes sweet like you..."

Silence grew over the trio as Reki and (Name) looked over at Langa and his comment. Right in the exact moment after the comment left the blue-haired boy's lips, a rudy shade blush decorated (Name)'s cheeks.

"L-Langa, dude! Don't say such corny shit!" (Name) whined, pouting as they covered their face after putting the muffin back on the plate, growing flustered. Langa smiled as Reki laughed loudly.

"Haha! He's not lying, though!" Reki said, pulling their hands away. Once his partner looked at him, Reki stole a quick kiss from them. "See, you do taste like blueberry muffins, so sweet!" He teased, grinning at the other skater's face continued to burn from the teasing.

Witnessing the teasing, Langa huffed and took (Name) by their chin and made them face him, planting a quick kiss, too, surprising them further more as their flushed face grew heated one last time. They sweared they looked like a ripe tomato if the tease continue further. "Hm... Sweet..." Langa muttered, smiling at his partner. Reki grinned, nodding in agreement.

"Oh my gosh..." (Name) whispered under their breath, covering their face once more. "You guys are so corny..." They sighed, smiling a little as their heart fluttered against their chest. (Name) was glad to met the two boys. The duo always know how to get under their skin with the teasing and the affection. They don't mind it, though. It always brings a smile to their heated face and make their heart flutter in love.

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blujaydoodles · 2 years ago

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😍 and 💐 for Nyssa and any other characters of your choice (the more the merrier)! :D

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

I already answered this one for Nyssa! (a couple WEEKS ago orz lol) So a couple of thoughts for other OCs:

Elyss is drawn to passion; there's something really compelling to her about people who care strongly about anything, and speak and act strongly on that, and stand by the strength of their convictions (it's something she sincerely admires about the paladin, even though she generally finds his convictions themselves misguided and frustrating). She's also very 👀 at high levels of skill in anything, which is somewhat related in the sense that it usually also implies a passionate dedication to [hobby, craft, combat skills, whatever]. Also this is. An embarrassingly low bar but people who treat her with baseline respect as an actual person :') She's spent most of her life feeling othered by most people in one way or another, and even with people who don't treat her like a freak she ends up getting patronized a lot, I think because her communication style is unusual and her social skills are so poor-- so like, genuine basic human decency tend to hit her really hard aahah

Juniper has a weakness for women who are or seem self-assured and highly competent, which-- wait I've tweeted about this, hang on

lmao. She's kind of nervous and wishywashy herself, so it's definitely as much admiration as it is 'cool girl with a strong personality.... Sexy......'

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Nyssa's pretty forward! She's entirely comfortable with herself, and her culture is by and large non-monogamous (and also probably essentially aromantic?) so she's not really worried about rejection (not that rejection ever feels good, but it's not like she's hoping to connect with a potential monogamous partner-- she's just looking to Make A Connection at all). Her approach is sweet and flirty, and focused on the other person; she's unreservedly complimentary and openly affectionate, she's giving them little flowers and gifts, she wants to know what they wanna do so they can do it together. She has no hesitations about making her interest known, and just wants to make the other person feel good :)

By contrast, and as long as I answered the other one for them, Elyss and Juniper are both deeply self-conscious slow burn idiots fdkjhkfdgjh. Juniper's courting style is to write poetry and love letters and then ball them up and throw them in the fire and scream into a pillow and just miserably hope that, on the VERY off chance that the other person might actually possibly be interested in return (impossible), she'll make the first move so June doesn't have to. Among other things, she tends to worry herself over the fear of reading too much into things ("ARE we just gals being pals...?") and how mortifying it would be to admit to having feelings for someone for whom those feelings were unwanted. She does ramp up things like spending more time with the other person, paying her compliments or doing things for her, opening up about her feelings in general, etc, but usually it's all caught within the awkward inner conflict of 'wanting to telegraph interest as hard as possible' versus 'wanting to be able to play it off as Just Friend Stuff if I have to', which obviously makes it less effective than if she just went for it without overthinking everything all the time

Elyss simply doesn't have a playbook, even a stupid one :') She doesn't even know how to make friends, let alone intentionally court and woo. For one thing, the idea that anyone could possibly be attracted to her at all feels so unlikely to her that she hasn't bothered giving very much thought into how she might try to attract someone she's interested in; it would just be a waste of time, as far as she's concerned. When she's interested in anyone, even platonically, she always wants to spend as much time with them as possible and try to be as kind and supportive of them as she knows how, but even if she was able to recognize herself when that may be more romantically motivated, she'd never intentionally attempt to make that known to the other person, under the assumption that it would just make them uncomfortable at best.

Ask about my OCs :3c

#parad0xymoron #thank you!! :3 #unsurprisingly the elyss/ june crossover has traditionally been an impossibly slow burn #justin ran a one-on-oneshot for me once where he DID trick them into kissing on the first day #but even after that they both went 😳 and then didn't talk about it again for like a month dfjhgdkfj #CANON june has a girlfriend now despite being nervous and wishywashy (fengling finally made the move lmao)#canon elyss... has resigned herself to spinsterhood :')#I want to be fair and note that she HAS been called beautiful to her face by TWO party members but it's just hard for her to accept #and there's [handwaves] a lot of other stuff going on there that I won't get into in the tags which are long enough as it is lol #ask thing #not art #my OCs #Nyssa #Elyss #Juniper

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boramriel · 3 years ago

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Some screenshots I like of Laika, my actual Dragonborn.

I have a big story with lots of branches, but Laika’s story is the one that follows the game with Alduin and all that. In-game I’m using her as my daedric/artifact completion run, doing every quest for every item sort of thing, been having a grand ol time with that. I should get back to it one day orz

A little (very long lol) story summary below for those interested about her! (bc i like talking about my characters so much)

Laika is a half-Nord, with elven blood from her mother’s mother’s side. It’s suspected the gransmother was an Altmer, who married a Nord, and much like her, Laika’s mother also married to a Nord. Leaving Laika with a third of elven blood, mostly passing as a human.

Both her mother and her share a slightly longer than average lifespan thanks to their elven blood and slightly higher bond to magic.

She used to live in Falkreath in the woods with her parents, gadenin, hunting, that sort of thing. Her father was a werewolf, sometimes making life a bit stressful, but they were all happy overall.

(tragic bit) Her father was hunted down in Falkreath when she was still young, with both her parents’ lives taken in suspicion they’re both werewolves. Laika was taken away, but escaped later and left Falkreath. She has yet to have returned there.

She entered the College of Winterhold as a young adult, spending years studying magic. She wasn’t aspiring to become an all powerful mage, but felt the need to settle down somewhere. Not wanting to wander any longer, she settled down at the college, studying her time away.

She took on small tasks from Urag at the Arcaneum, journeying off to find lost tomes and books taken from the college. She found her love for adventure then, as well as a fondness to swinging a weapon at witches and Hagravens. She found the thrill to be exciting and something fresh from her time just sitting around at the college.

Eventually she became a part-time teacher at the college. Not teaching magic per-say, but about books and their meanings and theories. Her classes were always fun and interesting if you asked most students.

She grew close to Savos Aren, the Arch-Mage. Their friendship started when he was worrying of her constant venturing to witch lairs and other dangers with almost reckless abandon. She’d be gone for long periods of time, only to return with 1-3 books in her bag, triumphant smile on her face.

She was a helpful las, but developed a bit of an overly helpful personality, feeling if someone needed help, she had to help them. So she can be a bit overbearing sometimes. (lil darker segment again if you know the college ending)

It was after the Eye of Magnus and Ancano’s stunt to control the eye, when Laika’s story really starts as the Dragonborn.

Ancano kills Savos and upon seeing the Dunmer dead, Laika cries out her first thu’um. Skies stir black and she rides off on her horse to Labyrinthian, for the first time faaling like the axe on her hip burns with fire she cannot see, blood boiling, breath stuck in her throat. Grief she didn’t think she’d experience again after losing her parents.

The Greybeards heard her thu’um, but she refused to acknowledge their call. It came after she cried, but she didn’t believe in the moment it was for her. She almost didn’t hear it over the blood boiling in her ears.

She went to Labyrinthian and followed the spirits of Savos Aren and his colleagues through the dark crypts.

She held nothing back when fighting Morokei and taking the lives of the enthralled students.

Killing the Altmer agent was swift, she had to get back to the college, nothing was to stop her.

She got back and fought Ancano, taking his life in turn for those lost in the mess he made. She was named the Arch-Mage by the Psijic order member, but as soon as she was given the title, the circlet of Savos and his amulet, she left the college. She didn’t accept the robes, she only took the circlet and amulet and has worn them since that day. (dark segment ends)

Laika found herself despising powerful artifacts from hiher beings. Daedric actifacts especially.

After the events she hid herself in Whiterun, a city she could blend into as a regular citizen, living in a cozy house, adopting two orphan boys later on. She was in her 50s at this point, still looking rather young, unsure how old she’d live, but she’d make the most of the life she had left.

It was when the dragons came back, when the Greybeards called for her again. Bad memories flooded her mind from the sound and tremors that shook through her core.

She helped the guards fight off the dragon nearby, and that’s when she was seen to be the Dragonborn and her life was in shambles again, with responsibilities, expectations and the Greybeards saying this and that while the Blades said otherwise.

All the while her boys stayed with her housecarl in Whiterun.

While she herself was a powerful being by all rights, she had a deep hatred for anything powerful, power hungry or the like. So her sights were shooting sharp daggers on Alduin’s back as she went on her journey to find him and slaying many more dragons on the way.

Still unsure if this is canon, but she either found Inigo (or another companion) that accompanied her and she found friendship and someone to watch her back, but yeah go dragonborn go!

Eventually she also had to deal with Miraak, and this is where she ties her story back with Neralion Joreus (they met briefly while she was at the college) and Herma Mora n all that mumbo jumbo

thanks for coming to my ted talk have a lovely evening/morning folks

#tes #elder scrolls #skyrim #dragonborn #nord #elf #altmer #alduin #story #i go on a ramble whenever i do these #skyrim oc #tes oc #screenshots

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darklightsworld · 3 years ago

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Now that I’m frequenting tumblr once again, it’s time to make the post I wrote in June, but got lazy selecting photos for, so it never saw the sunlight ^^;;; This is part 1, with tiny update comments. I will try not to slack on part 2.

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Long time no see, tumblr. It has been a busy year so far, and more than a half are gone already (well, 3/4 now). Yet, we’re still not over covid (Still!!!) >_> We’re having the biggest number of infections ever, but fortunately traveling is not restricted. Never mind that people are self-restraining even without being told from above. It’s really disappointing, I was hoping that Japan would gradually open up after they started to let in organized tourism (the economy really needs tourism, especially with the cheap yen, thus more expensive imports, rising prices), but I don’t see it happening any time soon :/ (Well, it just happened, yay! Covid had the seventh wave meanwhile, currently decreasing numbers, but far from over) I think I was really lucky to be able to travel to Europe in May-June, just before the new variant started to spread. Now I have a short trip booked to Sendai in September (summer is for surviving and not for traveling in Japan, after all), and I was asked to hold a speech in Kyoto in late October (and Nagoya in November) – I really hope it won’t be cancelled (they won’t 👍), I really want to go back, even if it’s a few days (accidentally I wrote years first, yeah, Freudian). Once again, because Tokyo is the most infected, traveling for research is out of question, which sucks… The National Diet Library really should make postwar magazines freely available. Like seriously, what do they expect to happen with 50-60 year old of magazines, that don’t happen with 80 year old ones?!

Anyway, I just wanted to share a few photos of my Europe trip. The catalyst was a symposium in Spain I was invited to, and taking the opportunity I also visited home before and after that. Traveling became damn expensive and difficult due to covid. I paid like 60 thousand more for the ticket. Sure, there might have been cheaper ones with long overlays, but I don’t like traveling too long, so I take a direct flight from Tokyo to Vienna if I can. Of course, due to the war the trips were longer than usual by 2-3 hours orz But, on the other hand, unlike European planes there weren’t many passengers, so lying across seats was possible (managed to get screaming kids on both flights though…>_>). In the end even to Spain, or more accurately to Galicia, there weren’t many options from Budapest, so that trip was also from Vienna, my dad driving the three hour trip from home back and forth a lot of times ^^;

Both Hungary and Galicia were extremely hot for that time of the year, but not before and after, so I felt like the heat was following me from Japan – and then back -_- Due to the trip to Galicia I didn’t spend that much time in Hungary, so rather than go sightseeing all the time I was trying to relax and eat food I can’t get here, like good cheese, túró rudi, paprika salad every day, etc. I really hoped to make a trip to the capital for the Bosch exhibition, but the timing was not right :((( By the way, being without a mask required some getting used to in the first few days, but it was sooooooo good. I really miss that now…

So, first batch of pics: Vienna. We spent two days in Vienna before the Galicia trip, because my plane took off at seven in the morning, and I was not willing to travel through the night to get there by five. It was really nice and an additional plus of traveling through Vienna. Once again we stepped into a holiday (in 2019 the National Day, now Ascension of Christ @_@), but it was not too bad. First (half) day were were just walking around in and around Hofburg. Karlskirche was new to me, very nice church, but the elevator inside the church messes up the view a lot. The main purpose this time was the Belvedere, also a first for me, and it was great. Many great exhibitions, old palace and history.

tbc...

#austria #hofburg #karlskirche #belvedere #vienna

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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I just saw the trailer for the movie M3GAN, and my brain won't stop thinking about Yandere DBH AU! Jade orz Just the thought of android Jade gaining more consciousness that goes toward a more sinister direction for Darling's protection, how Darling treats him just like a regular human, both of them gaining attachment!!

also just imagine Jade doing those silly dance moves and cryptid behavior with that long, thin body of his shdhskdskdj--

YESYESYES OMG AAAAA I have never opened my android!Jade wip so fast. orz please don't mind me while I transfer the thoughts here. (also the dance moves LOL I wouldn't be able to take him seriously, but somehow I know he would still slay both literally and metaphorically).

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, violence, murder, character death, implied non-con, descriptions of blood/gore, azul is human in this au, jade & floyd are androids)

Your life changes for the better when you marry Azul Ashengrotto. He’s from a well-off, supportive family. His mother owns a five-star restaurant and is a renowned businesswoman. His step-father is a respectable lawyer, and both he and his wife make for wonderful in-laws, which is a relief because you’ve heard plenty of in-law horror stories from friends. Azul’s life is a stark contrast to yours, which had previously been shrouded in misery and financial troubles. You’ve been working back-to-back jobs in an effort to pay off the debt your guardian passed onto you after their untimely death.

It’s honestly a miracle you met Azul during one of your shifts. He’d been dining with a client and you were the one assigned to wait on his table. You thought he was attractive, but he came from another world entirely, looking so pristine in his expensive suit while you stood dressed in an oversized uniform that you’ve done everything to cinch and tie at the waist so it doesn’t look like you’re drowning in it. There’s no way someone like you would ever catch a wealthy businessman’s eye...or so you thought.

The two of you dated for a year before he finally proposed, and you had said yes because you were so head over heels for him. And everything had become so perfect in the span of a year. He’d paid off your debts, he’d moved you into his luxurious estate, he’d introduced you to his rich friends and coworkers (you’ve made good friends with the tech genius and billionaire Idia Shroud and his little android brother Ortho), and he’d shower you with bottomless love.

He’s the perfect husband. Or he was. At least for the first three years of your married life. Now he’s too busy to eat meals with you, and he often spends his evenings working overtime at the company, always claiming that he and Idia have taken on another project and need to direct their time and energy into it. You didn’t mind it at first. After all, his hard work is the reason you can live a comfortable life. He’d been against you seeking a job and had told you that you needn’t lift a finger anymore. You’ve worked enough, he had said. At the time that sounded like a dream come true, but now that you’re always home, with nothing better to do than laze around and wait in hopes that your husband will manage to break away from work for an hour or two to visit, you realize a job would give you productivity and fulfillment.

At least you’re not truly alone. Azul has two android bodyguards, top of the line models who have received their fair share of upgrades and enhancements from Idia. They’ve been with Azul ever since he was a young boy, caring for him, watching him grow and mature, witnessing every new chapter of his life from the sidelines. Floyd is an exciting, energetic force who carries out most of the labor-intensive chores around the estate at the command of his twin, who usually handles cooking, cleaning, and other housework. Despite the fact that they’re machines following a programmed schedule, you enjoy the way they always seem to liven the atmosphere. When Azul wasn’t so consumed by his work, the lot of you would sit and exchange playful banter over card games, gambling chocolate coins as if they held any real monetary value. And they did—to you and Azul, at least.

Nowadays, you spend most of your free time in the greenhouse, tending to the abundance of plants Azul’s kept. This is by far your favorite room out of the many that make up his estate. It’s warm and full of life, bursting with vibrant colors and scents, and it brings you back to happier days. To the days when Azul was so present in your life. To the days when he put your relationship before work. To the very day you got married, where he’d looked you in the eye and made a promise to always cherish you. Which, if you’re thinking about it in technical terms, he still does. When he does find the time to come home, he clings to you like seaweed, showering you in kisses and cuddles. It feels somewhat superficial now—as if he’s forcing himself to do these things because it’s what’s expected of him. And he always looks so tired, as if work is slowly draining him of his will to carry on.

You know he still loves you, but sometimes his love feels...disconnected, much like how he is from your own life. He only just realized you’ve taken up gardening even though you’ve been caring for the plants for months now. Apparently he assumed Jade was the one who’d been doing it all this time—and he had—but you’d excused him from this duty, claiming that you wanted to take up a new hobby.

Just as you find yourself dwelling on these thoughts, hose in hand and sweat clinging to the back of your neck, Jade appears through the greenery, holding a glass of freshly-squeezed lemonade. He’s quite particular about food preparation. He won’t settle for the mixtures that come from boxes, instead choosing to purchase lemons and sugar and make it by hand. He must have hundreds to thousands of recipes downloaded into his database, for he always cooks something new every night unless told otherwise by you or Azul.

“I come bearing refreshments.”

He offers the glass to you, a content smile stretching his perfect lips. He’s well-made, but then that’s expected of a Shroud android. They are the closest things to human. A quick glance and you may even mistake him for an actual living being. It’s what you’d done when you first moved in with Azul, when Jade had come from the darkness to greet you as you maneuvered through the gloom in the hallway, searching for a way back to the bedroom. He’d nearly scared the soul out of you. But when he smiled amiably and insisted he meant no harm, you relaxed. Only to be properly scared senseless when another tall figure loomed behind, looking exactly the same. Your scream could have shook the house if it wasn’t so expansive, but what it did shake was a sleepy Azul, who’d come staggering into the hall, half-awake and half-asleep, not quite prepared to defend against any intruders.

He’d scolded both androids for frightening you, though Jade had claimed he didn’t intend to spook you and Floyd had merely chuckled—or it was the approximation of a chuckle. It sounded equal parts mechanical and realistic, an uncanny middle ground between android and human. Back then you thought they were eerie, but after spending so long with both androids you’ve grown to appreciate their company.

“I don’t suppose Azul’s told you when he’ll be back?” you venture hopefully, taking the lemonade from him. It tastes much sweeter than usual. You think he may have added too much sugar, but the idea of it is foolish. Jade is always precise with his measurements; he’s never ruined a recipe.

“Unfortunately, he has not. My apologies.” That’s the reply you always receive, accompanied with his trademark bow. At this point you should just stop asking, but a part of you truly hopes that he might change his answer one of these days. “Although, taking his habits and schedule into account, he should return by six. Nine o’clock at the latest.”

“What makes you say that?”

Without missing a beat, Jade says, “Each Friday, Master Azul returns much earlier than he normally does on other days during the week.”

“Ah, right. The weekend. He likes his weekends.” You smile around the rim of your glass. Truthfully, you’d forgotten it was a Friday. “You’re good at remembering stuff.”

“It’s my nature to remember.” He blinks at you, his pupils widening and shrinking as if he’s just scanned you for some bodily imperfection. Tilting his head curiously, he adds, “Though my memory is still only finite. Every month I dispose of useless information to make room for newer, more vital data.”

“Really? What sort of things count as ‘useless’?” You move the hose to a patch of tomato plants, each vine curling up and around the trellis that supports them. Ruby-red tomatoes hang from the verdant strands, and it reminds you of that delicious bruschetta Jade makes—the one with the olive oil, tomatoes, and basil. “I imagine everything’s useful information to you.”

“Not quite,” he says, but he doesn’t elaborate.

Silence stretches between the both of you, only broken by the rushing water and your occasional awkward coughs. Jade smiles pleasantly and follows close behind while you move about the greenhouse to water the other plants. He’s always so silent. You have no idea how he manages it, yet somehow he’s mastered the art of stealth. You think it’s because he’s not human—because he can’t fidget or breathe like a human can.

After what feels like an eternity—though your eternity is probably mere minutes in Jade’s systems��he says, “You’re quite fond of plants.”

“I am.”

“May I ask why?”

You shrug and down what’s left of your lemonade. "I like being active. Moving around. Caring for life. It helps take my mind off of stuff, and it’s really calming.”

He peers at the white gardenias that bloom before you. You and Azul had planted them together. For someone who’d grouse over a single speck of dirt, Azul was certainly content to slip gardening gloves on and get down onto the soil, his knees stained in shades of the earth. It’s a memory you hold close to your heart. You wish he’d plant more flowers with you.

“Caring for life is quite the accomplishment.”

You glance at him and smile kindly. “A big accomplishment. I used to be the worst at caring for houseplants. They’d all wither within the week and then I’d feel like the worst plant person in the world.”

“You aren’t the worst plant person in the world. Not anymore, at least.” He gestures about, his arm stiff and unflinching. “The greenhouse is in beautiful condition thanks to your hard work. I’m certain Master Azul is very grateful for your green thumb.”

“I would hope.” Your laugh comes out hollow and bitter. “I’ve thought about letting everything shrivel and die just so he’d notice, but even then I don’t think death is enough to get Azul’s attention.”

“It’s not wise to make rash decisions without considering the consequences beforehand.”

“Maybe. But it’d be nice to kill something.” At that, Jade raises a concerned brow and you’re quick to correct yourself. “I mean, I wouldn’t actually let them die. These plants are important to me. I only meant—you know... Like, in a metaphorical way.”

“No.” He blinks at you. “No, I’m afraid I don’t know. Death is final and absolute for living creatures. I’m not familiar with the concept beyond that logic.”

“Right... Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m just a little stressed.” You exhale slowly and pass your empty glass to him. He peers at the fingerprints left in the condensation. “Can I put in a request for lunch?”

Jade holds a hand over where his heart might be if he were human. “Of course. What is it you’d like to eat, Master?”

“Fried chicken,” you blurt without thinking. “The way Azul likes it.”

“Very well. I’ll see to it right away.”

On his way out of the greenhouse, he turns to you and adds, “Your human hands are not meant for killing. If you allowed these plants to wither, you might wither alongside them. Your environment, if not well-kept, will reflect your state of mind. I’m certain it wouldn’t be ideal for you or Master Azul if such a tragedy were to occur. Take care to maintain your mental health. It’s quite important.”

He leaves you to ponder those words, his presence as fleeting as a soundless wind gust.

- - -

There’s a pattern that you and Azul have fallen into. He returns when time permits, kicks his shoes off and hands his coat to Jade or Floyd—whoever happens to greet him first—and he’ll meander through the long halls until he finds you, usually at the dinner table or in front of the TV. He’ll eat alongside you. You’ll ask about work. He’ll ask about your day. You learn more about his coworkers than you do him. Azul likes to gossip, even if he’s adamant about the fact that the only people who engage in childish gossip are those who have nothing better to do. How astute of him to recognize his own flaws.

After the mundanity of dinner, the both of you will bathe. The jacuzzi bath is set deep into the floor and big enough for more than two. It always looks like he wants to pull you against him and hold you close in the water, but he never verbalizes these desires, nor does he act on them. You sit across from him in the bath, your knees pulled up to your chest. You ask about work again. He answers. He asks you about the greenhouse. You answer.

The bath is even shorter than dinner. You can’t recall the last time you’ve enjoyed bathing with him. You surmise it might have been two years ago when the both of you had emptied far too much soap into the tub and it had overflowed with bubbles, and Jade had tutted at the both of you while he cleaned the aftermath of your carelessness. You’d laughed so joyously while playing in the bubbles; it brought you back to when you were first dating him and the two of you were so wrapped up in one another, as all couples often are in the beginning stages of love. And you’d heard his real laugh so frequently. Now his laugh is as metallic as Jade and Floyd’s. Insincere. Pitying. Another obligation he must follow in order to meet the parameters of a good husband.

There are usually two routes that follow the bath. Either you and Azul dry off, get ready for bed, and retire for the evening, or he’ll offer you a mischievous smile and tug on the sleeve of your robe, guiding you towards the bed. Not for sleep—something he so clearly needs—but for sex.

Tonight is not an immediate retreat to the land of dreams. Rather, you find yourself under him, your gaze straying from his face to the ceiling above.

What if we split up? you almost ask, but you know such an inquiry will sour whatever mood’s been set. Open-mouthed kisses stifle any other doubts that rise to the surface, but like his touch they linger. They always linger. Do you really love me anymore?

“Azul...” you mumble, a sigh that sounds as empty as you feel.

Like everything else in your relationship, sex also feels like a chore. The first three years were fun and new and full of unpredictability. He’d been so eager to try out so many things in the bedroom, as had you, and the both of you were always glued to each other come sunrise. Not even Floyd’s boisterous good mornings could rouse either of you. And if it did, you’d shoo him off with grumbles and curses. He’d often compliment you in the mornings, his voice still deep with sleep, while pressing chaste kisses to your jaw and cheek. He’d call you his sun seraph and you’d fall even more in love with the azure sky reflected in his eyes.

Now, after every nightly tryst—can loveless sex even qualify as a tryst?—you wake to an empty bed, to Jade’s soft greetings as he opens the curtains and informs you that Azul has left for work, and the cycle ends there. It will repeat itself the next time he chooses to come home.

It always repeats.

“Azul, I love you.”

He hums his affirmation into your neck. Your heart freezes over once more. He’s stopped telling you he loves you. That was three weeks ago. You’re not sure what changed. You’re not sure why he doesn’t say it anymore, especially when he’d been so vocal about it years prior.

“You love—” You choke on a gasp when his cock hits a specific spot deep inside of you. “Y-You love me, too... R-Right?”

“Of course. I always will,” he whispers, syllables hot and sticky and drenched in lust.

You blink tears away and turn your head to the right. The breath sticks in your throat when you spy the tall figure standing rigidly prim in the corner, his head bowed only slightly.

Sleep mode, you realize. But then your brain trips over itself and you find yourself thinking, How long has Jade been there?

And you know it’s Jade who stands there in the dark because only Jade could be so deathly still. Even Floyd, as inhuman as he is, has adopted the habit of fidgeting—of swaying to and fro to some inaudible music—when he’s left idle for too long, and so it cannot possibly be him.

Azul’s thrusts have gotten sloppy and erratic. You know he’s close, and though you’re far from close yourself you wrap your arms around his neck, pull him into you so that your heartbeats can kiss, and allow him to work himself towards orgasm. Without meaning to, your eyes fall upon the corner again. A single yellow eye peers back, the other shrouded in shadows, and the beginnings of a smile prick Jade’s lips. He raises his slender index finger to shush you.

When you find yourself in the throes of feigned pleasure and Azul has finished inside and pulled out, turning to lie the other way—his back always faces you nowadays; it feels like the bed is much too big, as if it grows larger with every passing night—you check the corner once more. Darkness fills the empty void that Jade once populated. You’re left to wonder if he was even there to begin with.

The sun rises to welcome another day, shining its rays upon a bed missing its second half. Jade wakes you with his usual smile. You open your mouth to ask him what he was doing in the bedroom last night, but another question tumbles out instead.

“Can you make fried chicken? The... The way Azul likes it.”

“For breakfast?” he asks, brows raised. As if it’s a surprising request. As if he—the all-knowing, never fazed android—could be shocked.

You turn away from him, burying yourself under a duvet that smells pleasantly of Azul despite his absence.

“Yes, for breakfast,” you snap, bitter with heartbreak. “Just... Please. Please just make it, okay?”

You can’t see Jade’s expression, but you can hear the warmth that bleeds into his monotonous intonation when he speaks next.

“Of course. Anything for you, Master.”

- - -

The months are cyclical until the calendar reaches February. Azul’s birthday month. Last year, you took him to his favorite restaurant after a day filled with winter activities. He seemed to enjoy it then, but looking back you think he might’ve been pretending. Azul was miserable during ice skating, but it was only because it was something he had yet to master. And Azul can’t stand it when he’s anything less than perfect.

When you broach the subject of birthday plans to him, his expression matches the cloudy sky outside.

“I’m afraid I leave for a business trip a few days before that.”

“Oh.” You peer into your tea to watch your reflection as it ripples with distortion. “Okay.”

Part of you thinks he might invite you along, but another part asks why. Why would he when there’s no point in it? Even abroad, Azul would be consumed by work. You’d be left at the hotel and, despite the change in scenery, things would play out as they often do at home.

“We can do something once I’ve returned. I’ll only be gone for a week and a half. After that, I’ve taken the month off. We can do whatever you’d like.”

An entire month feels too generous. You glance at him.

“Do you promise?”

Like ice skating, Azul is not fond of promises. But this time he manages a nod. He reaches across the table to take your hand in his.

“I promise.” You stare at your interlaced fingers and frown. He seems to sense your disbelief, for he clears his throat and hastily adds, “I... I know I haven’t been very...present as of late. But I will be. From now on. Very present. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He squeezes your hand. You nod mutely. His voice comes out small and sad. “Okay...”

Jade delivers two plates of pancakes at that moment. Azul’s are arranged in neat stacks with syrup drizzled in artistic patterns and garnished with a single mint leaf. Your pancakes, however, have been decorated with fruits and whipped cream, arranged in the cute shape of a cat. You gaze at Jade, brows furrowing. He smiles.

“Please enjoy your breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, as they often say.”

Like a chameleon, he blends into the background, silent as always.

“Idia and I are meeting with a group of investors and a CEO from another tech company. They’re very interested in Floyd, hence why I’ll be bringing him along for the trip.”

“Not sure why,” Floyd says, and suddenly you’re aware of his presence. He’s leaning over the open windowsill into the dining room, his tall body bent to avoid bumping into the frame. He grins broadly at the both of you. “But it’s interesting, so I wanna go.”

“You’re definitely interesting,” you say.

He’s much more human than his twin counterpart. Even his speech resembles that of a human’s. Whereas Jade is prim and proper, Floyd is so very in tune with human culture. He’s even started teaching himself how to dance. Not in the way an android might. If it were Jade, he’d merely download various dance moves to suit certain situations. But Floyd watches dancers on TV and he tries to replicate each movement to the best of his ability. He’ll put music on and sway to the rhythm, easing into a dance he’s so obviously choreographing as he goes. You’re not sure how he does it without any orders or pre-programmed knowledge of dance, but it continues to fascinate you.

“I hope you’ll be all right in my absence. Jade will be here should you need anything, and if you're unable to contact me through your phone you’re free to use Jade as a means of sending immediate, emergency messages.”

“I’ll be fine.”

I’m used to this.

“Good.” He smiles a twitchy sort of smile that doesn’t quite settle on his face. “I’ll call you every night before bed.”

“Okay.”

“And send me photos of the greenhouse. I’d like to see more of your work.”

“Sure.”

“Okay.” Again, he attempts a smile. Like its predecessor, this one does not last long. “All right. Wonderful. I...look forward to my month off.”

“Yeah. It’ll be fun.”

An easy lie. Azul cuts a bite of pancake for himself. You stare at your untouched plate.

Maybe I should look for a job.

That thought has begun to haunt as the days pass, and before you know it Azul’s left for the airport. You stand in the doorway and wave as the taxi carries him and Floyd away, and he pokes his head out the window to return the gesture. Now, after shutting and locking the door, you’re left to your own devices for a week and a half. Jade stands before you, his arms folded behind his back, obediently awaiting a command.

“What job suits me?”

He cocks his head to the side. Though he makes a show of pondering, you suspect he’s already got an answer.

“My observations indicate that you would be a very talented florist.”

“You think so? I’ve never made any arrangements, though.”

“Perhaps now is the time to practice.”

“I guess I could try it. Although I don’t know what flowers I’d put in it.” You turn to look at him. “What would you do? How would you choose?”

“I would group each flower based on scientific relations.”

“Yeah, that sounds like you.” He quirks a brow and you laugh. “It’s a very android answer.”

“‘A very android answer,’” he repeats. “Was my response unsatisfactory?”

“No, not at all. Or... Well, maybe it was. For a minute I thought you might say you’d make your choices based on what feels right. Kind of like how Floyd dances. Spontaneous. In the moment. No programs needed.”

“My apologies. I’m afraid such a feat is not within my parameters.”

“Sure it is.” An encouraging grin crawls onto your face. “The both of you were modeled with the other in mind, right? If Floyd can do it, so can you.”

“How exactly does one go about ‘choosing what feels right’?”

You consider his question, allowing it to linger within your brain, before you step towards him and place your hand against his chest. “Think with your heart.”

“I’m afraid I do not possess one like you, Master, and I can’t compare the core that powers my systems to an authentic heart either.”

“It doesn’t have to be an actual heart. Hearts come in many forms. Physical. Metaphorical. Emotional.”

His hand covers yours. It’s cold and smooth, almost like polished pottery, and he nods slowly. “Is that so? How curious…”

“Floyd’s heart is dance, so you should find something that gives you life. Something that makes you feel like you can act without any orders. Something that has you straying from the linear logic you’ve confined yourself to.”

Jade stares at you. Eventually, he breaks free of his stupor and smiles thinly. “I’ll look for a heart if it will please you, Master.”

“I’d rather it please you instead.”

“Very well.”

The following days trickle by slowly. You spend your time gardening, and when you aren’t doing that you’re attempting to make arrangements based on your feelings for that day. Even though they’re sloppy and aren’t perfectly coordinated, they provide you with a cathartic outlet. Jade always lingers near you. You caught him waiting outside the bathroom for you, your robe in his hands. While this isn’t entirely odd, it’s still something you have to get used to. When it’s just you and Jade, you often forget how big the house is, as you really only ever spend your days in the greenhouse, the kitchen, and the sitting room. And even though Jade’s company isn’t the most exciting, it’s nice to know he exists in this space with you.

Although with his overbearing presence, finding privacy has gotten increasingly complicated. You’ve spent most of your nights talking to Azul (usually with Jade standing just nearby, often in sleep mode), and he sounds so enthusiastic when he regales you with the many sights he’s witnessed while traveling. Perhaps he needed this business trip. You hate to admit it, but you miss him more than ever. How can you not when his farewell ends with three impactful words?

“Good night, my sun seraph. I love you to the moon and back.”

“I… I love you, too!” You say it too fast, but it’s the truth. You’ve always loved him, even when he’s done nothing but neglect you for so long. Perhaps that is what pains you the most—the fact that your heart could still yearn for him even when he’s felt more like a phantom than a person. “I love you so much…”

Azul’s chuckle is not forced this time. “Your flower arrangements are lovely, by the way.”

“What? But I never—ugh. Jade sent those photos, didn’t he? I told him not to. They’re ugly.”

“Anything made by your perfect hands is beautiful. If I could, I’d frame each one so that they’d never wilt.”

You hear yourself laugh. When you talk long into the night with him, you realize you’ve missed this normalcy. This connection. This euphoric feeling of knowing he sees and hears you. By the time you hang up, your cheeks hurt from the wide, dreamy smile that’s taken up residence since you answered his phone call.

For the first time in a long while, you feel as if you’ve gotten your husband back.

So when there are two days left of Azul’s trip, you begin to grow anxious, so much so that you give into temptation and send risqué photos of yourself. They’re modestly tasteful, if anything, but you feel like you can finally return to your relationship. Those midnight conversations have only brought you and Azul closer. He’s apologized for his actions, though he insists that a million apologies would never be enough to right his wrongs. He’s divulged some of his own struggles—self-doubts and gnawing fears, all of which have prevented him from truly enjoying his life with you and finally opening up—trusting in the comforts and understanding you offer. And you’ve told him of how you missed this—how you missed him—and the way the both of you were so close. So inseparable.

You’re not sure why you feel so shy when your hand moves between your legs so that you can touch yourself to the image Azul has sent in return. He’s always been attractive and so, so pretty. You really do love him.

In the midst of your own fantasies, each pairing nicely with the delightful view on your screen, you fail to notice the figure standing in the doorway. He’s watching you, studying your movements with an intensity that doesn’t quite startle you until you happen to look up at that moment, your fingers buried deep in your hole, and you make eye contact with Jade.

You’re quick to flip your phone over and to slide your fingers out, which has a tiny bolt of pleasure shivering through you.

“J-Jade!”

“My apologies. Am I interrupting?” His hand is held over his chest, and he bows his head.

“N-No. No, not at all. I was just…” You shut your legs when his stare travels down, and embarrassment prickles your skin. “D-Do you need anything?”

He takes a step into the room, peers around as if searching for something, and then covers the distance with a few graceful strides. He lifts your phone and surveys the salacious image with a neutral expression.

“Forgive me for prying, but I was under the impression Master Azul could not please you. Yet here you are…” His analytical gaze slides to you. “My observations have indicated that you have not found release in months. Master Azul has been quite greedy with your precious body, and yet he cannot seem to return the favors you’ve given him.”

Where did this come from? you think, bewildered.

“Ah. No. You misunderstand. I mean, it was like that for a while. But we’re working stuff out and… I’m not unsatisfied. I’m just…” Your voice dwindles into an embarrassed mumble.

Jade smiles. “It’s in my programming to serve you, Master, so please allow me to finish what you started. It’s only polite that I take responsibility after I so carelessly interrupted.”

Your eyes widen. “What? No, it’s okay! Really, it’s fine. You don’t have to—”

He’s already easing you back down onto the bed. Your phone is cast aside, the picture forgotten, and you stare up at him as he towers over you. Perhaps you’re just desperate for anyone’s touch, or you’re simply too close to the edge to wait two more days for Azul, but you find yourself softening under his hand as it splays across your skin, cool fingertips tracing invisible, exploratory patterns against the canvas that is your stomach.

You inhale a steadying breath. “Just…be quick about it. And not a word of this to Azul, okay? You’re only helping me this one time.”

“Of course. It will be our special secret.”

His expression is pleasant enough, and so you allow yourself to relax when he slips two lithe digits inside your sensitive hole. Your arm falls over your eyes and you attempt to picture Azul in place of the android. Jade doesn’t say anything, which only fuels your imagination, and he’s surprisingly good at what he does. Even if scissoring his fingers inside you is a simple enough feat, it still has you arching your back and grabbing at the bedsheets to compose yourself. Your chest rises and falls in pleasured breaths, heart rate picking up in a wild frenzy.

And then his hand is sliding up and under your shirt to pinch and tug at your perky nipple. You exhale a blissful sigh, grinding your hips down against his fingers in hopes of finding quicker release. It doesn’t occur to you that Jade’s replicating everything Azul usually does in the build-up that is foreplay. You don’t even realize he touches you in places that only Azul prefers to lavish with his fingertips. Maybe that’s what allows you to envision Azul with greater ease, and it quickly has you tipping over the lustful edge.

You cum with a gasping moan, and it’s Azul’s name that leaves your lips in a satisfied sigh. You fail to notice the dangerous glint that flashes in Jade’s mismatched eyes, and when you lower your arm and find his fingers are still thrust inside you your discomfort comes crawling back.

“T-That will be all. Thank you.”

“Are you certain? If you’d like, I can—”

“No, that’s okay.”

He’s pulled his fingers out and is grabbing your wrists now, pinning them above your head. An odd beat of terror strikes you. You’re not sure why you’re suddenly so fearful, but you don’t like his unyielding grip or the way he smiles down at you in the same way Azul does.

“Studies have shown that copulation, while healthy for both the body and mind, also strengthens the bond between humans. I know of many ways to please you. We can—”

“No. That’s final, Jade. You helped me and I’m grateful, but I’m not… I can’t. I really can’t, okay? I love Azul.”

He blinks at you, his hands on your wrists for but a moment longer, and then he withdraws, bowing respectfully. “Of course. Forgive my insistence.”

You spend the rest of that day in your room, burdened with many perplexing thoughts.

- - -

When Azul returns, the first thing he does is gather you in his arms for the tightest, longest embrace you’ve ever gotten from him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing dreamily, whispering into heated skin about how much he’s missed you. Floyd’s grumbling as he trudges inside the house, carrying suitcases and bags, so much that they hang from his arms like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Jade is quick to collect some of them from him, relieving his twin of the load even though he can very well carry all of it and much more.

“You will not believe how exhausting travel is,” he says once he’s pulled away, his hands on your hips, a smile brightening his jet-lagged features. “It feels so nice to be home.”

“I’m happy you’re back.”

And this time you mean it. Azul can tell from the warmth in your tone, for his eyes glitter with tears that do not fall, and he leans in to press a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth. A fleeting gesture that promises much more once the sun has set.

"I assume all went well?” Jade stands near you, his tall frame practically looming, and a smile tightens on his face. “Would you like me to run a bath? Or perhaps you’d like something to eat instead?”

“Dinner would be lovely.” He waves Jade off dismissively, almost shooing him like a person might swat at a mosquito. He’s looking squarely at you, as if you’re all he wants to see, and your heart lifts with joy. “There’s something I’d like to do with you. I know how much you like the greenhouse and it’s been a while since I’ve actually been inside that space. And I thought it might be fun to plant something again. So...” He withdraws a packet of honeysuckle seeds from the inside of his blazer pocket, and you grab at it with a sharp gasp.

“What? Really?” You look between him and the seeds and then back at him. “You’re serious?”

“Of course.” His hand slides into yours and before you know it he’s tugging you down the hall in the direction of the greenhouse. Your heart skips with every hasty step. “I’d like to plant many flowers with you, actually. But for now we’ll stick with these seeds. I hope they’re acceptable. These were recommended the most when I asked around, but I was worried that you might have already grown these. Still, I wanted to get them because—”

“They’re perfect.”

He glances back at you and an adoring smile pulls at his lips. You think you’ve just fallen in love all over again.

Like always, the greenhouse is humid. Condensation fogs the panels and makes the room seem like a tropical sanctuary. There are sections for the conjoined greenhouses, each separated by a wall with doors for easy access between the spaces. One is dedicated solely to vegetables, herbs, and roots. The other is for flowers of all types and colors. Azul locates an empty pot sitting abandoned near a bag of soil, and he lifts it onto the metal bench. You turn on your heel to gather gloves and label stakes when you nearly collide with Jade, who’s already gathered everything you might need. He stares down at you from his monstrous height before looking over to Azul, who’s struggling to tear a hole in the bag.

“Allow me.” He steps around you, sets the items on the table, and withdraws a box cutter, slicing a precise line into the plastic. Like blood, soil oozes from the opening. Jade tucks the blade into his pocket. “If you require anything else, you need only ask.”

“Thank you, but that will be all.”

Azul takes a spade and a pair of gloves from Jade’s gloved hand. He’s about to slip one on when he pauses, peers more closely at it, and then promptly tosses it aside. To your surprise, he stuffs his hand into the opening to grab a handful of the mixture. As messy as it is—and you’re certain there will be soil under his fingernails—he packs it into the pot. You grin and follow his lead, procuring a handful for yourself.

You don’t even realize Jade’s left for the kitchen, far too immersed in Azul and this perfect moment to consider him. The both of you chat about the most random things while filling pots with soil and seeds. For the first time in years, you don’t ask about work and he doesn’t force small talk. For the first time, you discuss happy topics that have no relevance to your lives outside of your marriage. No fussy coworkers, no tedious meetings, and no gossip.

His hand covers yours while you smooth the soil down, and your gaze flicks up to meet his.

“I love you.” You aren’t given a chance to reciprocate the sentiment because he’s leaning in to capture your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. And when he pulls away, there’s light in his eyes. “I’ll say it every day to make up for every week I couldn’t admit it. So... I love you.”

Your face warms considerably. “Then... I also love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you the most.”

Azul laughs, his voice rising with glee. “I love you more than the most!”

Now you’re laughing. “That makes no sense!”

He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you, and he practically spins you like one might their dance partner. It’s been so long since you last looked forwards to the future, but now that your present is no longer so gloomy you’re certain the days that will follow are going to be comfortable.

I never want this moment to end, you think, unable to contain your own enthusiasm any longer.

And when he holds you close during your bath, unwilling to let your bodies separate for more than a minute, you’re reminded that every relationship is not without its flaws and roadblocks. Now that you and Azul are overcoming all of these difficulties, you can look ahead to a life without a mundane cycle. Because when you lower yourself onto his cock and he fucks into you so slowly, so sweetly—and you finally feel filled after countless days and nights of hollow love—you realize all of these struggles have only deepened your bond. It’s as they say: the rainbow after a rainstorm is full of colorful light.

Tonight there is no clear route from the bath because you find yourself swept up in the unpredictable force that is your beloved Azul.

From the sidelines, as always, Jade watches through the sliver in the door, a single yellow eye trained on the way your hole stretches to accommodate Azul.

- - -

The month that follows is a delight. You celebrate Azul’s belated birthday with a week’s worth of fun things. He takes you on walks through the city so that you can window shop and admire the snow that covers everything in glittering white. The both of you bake sugar cookies and cakes, shunning Jade when he offers his help. You gamble sweets during plenty of rounds of cards. You play Azul’s favorite board game—Magicopoly, the game that tears all relationships in half—and yet somehow it prompts more humor than frustration. You help Floyd shovel snow, which soon turns into a competitive snowball fight. Azul is quick to join after a stray snowball hits his back. Jade watches from the window, a hand pressed against the frosty glass. His eyes follow your figure as you dart to and fro, narrowly dodging Floyd’s precise throws and taking shelter with Azul behind an old, gnarled, leafless tree.

Since Azul hasn’t gone into work on account of his month off, you’ve been spending every waking second with him. If the two of you aren’t out and about, either accompanied by both twins, one of them, or neither, then the two of you are in the greenhouse, chatting over hot chocolate and biscuits while fondly admiring the plants. The greenhouse and all of its accompanying tasks used to be a pleasure you and Jade would indulge in, but with Azul finally giving you the attention and love you deserve there’s no need for Jade to intervene and play the role of a friendly companion.

He’s been cast aside, replaced by your real lover, and now you hardly look at him. Your daily conversations are nonexistent now. When he wakes you each morning, he finds you curled in Azul’s arms, and you tell him to leave the both of you alone and he’s struck with a sudden...something. It’s difficult to understand. These encroaching feelings are foreign to him. Jade is an android; he was not built to withstand the emotional burdens of humanity. He was not built to comprehend abstract feelings. He should not be allowed to freely think and feel, but when he catches himself preparing dinner and he considers how easy it would be to add crushed chips of glass in Azul’s vegetable soup he begins to realize that something is not quite right with his systems.

He runs his usual maintenance check and everything comes back normal. For this reason, he considers external stimuli. If his internal structures are healthy and sound, there must be something in his environment that is causing such a drastic change in temperament. There must be some force that drives him to stand outside your bedroom door every night, listening to your beautiful moans and sighs, or when he folds laundry and he lifts one of your undergarments from the pile to study the intricate lace—undoubtedly a gift from Azul; he’s quite fond of frills.

Jade receives his answer when he reviews the footage from the day he helped you cum, and he watches your fragile body twitch under him. The way his fingers had slipped in with such ease and the way you’d squirmed and gasped, grabbing at the sheets with your human hands, was so very cute. He realizes that he had wanted to do more to you in that moment. He truly wanted to fuck you into the mattress and have you wrap yourself around him, hold him close and tell him that you love him. He’s observed you and Azul long enough to know that the words ‘I love you’ hold plenty of meaning. That they’re spoken with truth and sincerity. That the concept of ‘love’ is inherently human in every possible way.

He’s finally come to realize that what he’s been needing all this time is love that only you can provide. And he intends to get it.

So when Azul goes out to purchase gifts for your upcoming anniversary—he’d made it quite clear that he and Floyd were not to spoil the surprise—Jade finally has a moment of alone time with you.

“If I may ask,” he says from where he stands beside you, watching as you prune an abundance of cyclamen blossoms. “Why have you forgiven Master Azul?”

You glance at him, hands stilling, and a perplexed look crosses your countenance. “Because I love him and I know he meant it when he apologized.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Master. If someone hurts you, shouldn’t you detest that person?”

“It depends on the severity of the pain inflicted. Sometimes it’s better to forgive instead of wallowing in hatred and anger. And I was partially at fault as well. I shouldn’t have been quiet all that time. I should’ve spoken up about my unhappiness.”

“Nonsense. You could never be at fault.”

An awkward chuckle slips past your perfect, pretty lips. Jade finds himself thinking he wants nothing more than to pin you against the metal bench and fuck you amongst colorful flowers. The strangest thing always happens when he has these thoughts. For androids modeled after human males, a direct command must be sent in order to get themselves hard enough for sex. As of late, he’s found himself experiencing the peculiar phenomenon humans call an ‘erection’ without having to run any programs. And it always happens around you, as if you’re the only one capable of making his body react in these unique ways. It’s not unwelcome, but it has become a source of gnawing curiosity ever since it first occurred.

“Why’d you ask?”

“With the direction your relationship was going, separation seemed like an inevitability. I’m merely trying to comprehend how such a fate was avoided.”

You turn to look at him and Jade folds his hands in front of him so that you won’t notice the growing strain in his pants.

“We apologized and talked things through. Sometimes—” You pause to gather your thoughts, humming to yourself. He wants to hear that sound forever. “Sometimes there will roadblocks in relationships. When that happens, you can work through misunderstandings and hardships by sitting down and talking about it. If you let negative feelings fester long enough, you’ll just become even more unhappy and then neither side will feel content, and nothing will get resolved. You have to be willing to accept that all relationships will have rainy days. It’s just part of living.”

“‘Just part of living,’” he echoes. “I see.”

He reaches for your hand next, cold fingers twining around your warm ones.

“Jade?”

His name rolls off your tongue so nicely. What he’d give to hear you call for him all the time. What he’d do to enjoy these moments with you all the time, unbothered by external forces. A life spent with you in the peaceful solitude of this greenhouse. A life in which you only look at and love him. A life where he’ll give you plenty of sunshine so that you’ll never wilt. He’s cornered you against the table, his hips pressing into you from behind, and you stiffen at the contact.

He’s spreading your fingers, enthralled with the way his hand fits into yours: a glove against bare skin. His other hand is on your waist, and just when it begins to slide lower you jerk away with a horrified gasp.

“What—” You trip over yourself in an effort to distance yourself from him, grabbing at the table to steady yourself. The pruning shears fall to the ground, but neither of you make any move to retrieve them. “W-What were you doing just now?”

Jade blinks and then places his hand on his chest, bowing slightly. “My apologies. I didn’t intend to—”

“I think...” Your eyes drift to his erection and you turn on your heel, as sudden as a bird taking flight. “I think Azul should take you to see Idia.”

You retreat from the greenhouse with quick, unfaltering steps. Jade gazes at the cyclamen blossoms for a tense moment before swiping the pruning shears from the ground. He pokes the sharpened tip experimentally.

You aren’t the problem in this situation. The rainy days that have begun to plague him are not a result of you. It could never be you.

But there is another pest he must snip from the vine before it can spread its parasitic roots into you any further.

- - -

Despite the copious amounts of snow that cover the frozen ground outside, the sun shines high in the sky, as if it knows of the happy occasion that falls on this specific date. You wake on your fourth anniversary with Azul sleeping soundly beside you, his body molded against yours as it always is. Even if things have been rather awkward with Jade ever since that day in the greenhouse, you’ve tried to look past that and focus on all of the wonderful things that life has in store for you. You rouse Azul with plenty of sweet pecks, which soon evolve into deeper, more heated kisses, until he’s caged you in his arms and is lazily slotting himself inside you.

After spending another hour in the warm comforts of bed, the both of you eventually wash up for the day before trudging to the kitchen, where Floyd cooks a celebratory breakfast, his foot tapping in time with the music that spills out of the radio’s speakers in upbeat, jazzy notes. He’s getting more and more human with every passing day. No wonder why so many tech geniuses are interested in him. He’s becoming what everyone thought all androids could never be: human. Perhaps the notion of a machine gaining sentience should frighten you, but when you look at Floyd you feel overwhelmingly pleased. He’s never posed any danger to you or Azul, and even when he strays from his usual programming he’s always harmlessly sweet. Like an energetic child who’s just seen the world in color for the first time, Floyd continues to amaze and be amazed with the world he’s immersed himself in.

As he serves you and Azul a congratulatory breakfast, you peer out the windows to see Jade clearing the pathway. He works so seamlessly, as if the strain of shoveling thick layers of snow doesn’t faze him in the slightest. He must have sensed your stare, for he turns to look at you from across the frigid, frozen lawn. He’s smiling when he waves, and you lift your hand to return the gesture.

For the entirety of breakfast, no matter how much you distract yourself, you can feel his mismatched gaze pinning you to your seat as though you’re a love letter he wishes to preserve forever.

Even though you know you should bring your concerns up with Azul and have him schedule a day where Idia can look into Jade’s systems, you shrug your worries away. Anniversaries are meant to be happy and lighthearted, not weighed down with fear and uncertainty. You’ll tell him about Jade tomorrow.

Tomorrow isn’t as important as today, after all.

Your afternoon is spent indoors. The both of you had been too lazy to do something in the cold, and you didn’t feel like making a last minute reservation at a fancy restaurant. So you and Azul complete a puzzle near the fireplace, wrapped up in one big, fluffy blanket. He rests his chin on your shoulder to peer down at the slowly forming picture, and his hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers interlacing gently. You run your thumb over the engagement ring that hugs his finger snugly and a small smile blossoms on your lips.

It falls the minute you realize something. You’ve forgotten to get Azul an anniversary gift.

Normally, in years past, the two of you would share gifts. A set of bejeweled silverware, a decorative, wooden box filled with meaningful items, and a photo album showcasing many lovely moments in your lives. You’d been so focused on the neglect that you never brought up the topic of your next anniversary or any ideas for a shared gift, and if you know anything about your Azul it’s that he is always one step ahead. You’re certain he’s gotten you a gift, and it’s probably been prepared and wrapped neatly for months now despite the months-long rough patch.

Luckily, Azul doesn’t seem to suspect your mistake, which allows you to slip out just before dinner to do some shopping. Despite the rush, you feel oddly peaceful while perusing various storefronts, eventually choosing a few things from a selection of various ideas you’ve managed to conjure while browsing. You’re certain Azul will like it, even if it’s last minute, and while you purchase a pre-made bouquet of flowers and his favorite dessert to go alongside the sweet-smelling blooms you ponder what’s in store for tonight. Part of you hopes the clouds will clear enough so that you can stargaze, but as you hurry back home the sky only seems to darken even more and the snowflakes sharpen as they pick up in wild flurries.

The first sign of unrest is the dark house that looms beyond the security gates. You press the button ten times before someone finally answers your call and grants you passage. The iron gates slide open on mechanical hinges, revealing the property in its shadowed glory. Backdropped by whirling snow, it looks so very uninviting. And maybe it’s just the chill that’s settled into your bones, but when you notice that every light in each window is out your heart hardens with suspicion.

Your feet carry you to the front door much quicker than you were anticipating, and when you slide your key into the lock and push the door open you’re met with perfect silence. The hall that stretches ahead is dark and scary, and suddenly you’re brought back to your very first night here—the night when both androids had spooked you and you’d nearly fainted from the shock.

“Azul?” you call out in a tiny voice. You slip your boots off, set your gifts down on the hardwood floor, and shrug your coat off. “Azul, I’m back!”

He doesn’t reply, and so you venture down the hall, confusion mixing with anxiety. Perhaps he’s known about your mishap all along. Maybe he wants to give you a good scare to get back at you for forgetting to get him a gift. Or maybe this is a game and you’re being hunted. Regardless of whatever this is, it’s unnerving and you hate every second of it.

Seriously, this isn’t funny, you think, gritting your teeth as you make your way through the dark, flicking lights on as you go. And just when you make it to the end of the hall, you’re hit with a smell that’s so robust and metallic it nearly knocks you down. Your face scrunches in displeasure, nose wrinkling at the unsavory odor, and it takes half a heartbeat for you to realize it’s the scent of blood.

Sound comes trickling in at once, and now you hear movement in the dining room, a soft hum that’s so glitched it skips a syllable every now and then, and a strange scraping that reminds you of fingernails on a wall or a spoon against a porcelain bowl. Beneath the thick, cloying stench of bloodshed, there’s something spiced. Like warm cranberries or mulled cider. Your brow furrows at this, and things only become even more startling when you begin to notice the disrepair of the hall that leads towards the dining room.

Knife slashes in flowery wallpaper. A shattered vase, water and glass shards spilling onto the floor, and trampled petals scattered about. Tiny specks of blood that lead to a much darker, thicker trail—a trail that looks as if a wounded person was dragged from the hall into the next room. Amidst the crimson spatters, there’s a very vibrant blue. It stains the floor in a way so vastly different from blood, and you step over it in your hurry. Light from the dining room spills out into the hall and you don’t have any time to brace yourself for the sight that waits for you.

With the curtains pulled shut, there isn’t any other light that can slip into the space, and so only the table surrounded by shadows is alight from the fixture hanging above. Bathed in sickly yellow hues are the figures sitting slumped at the table, which has been set for a meal for four, chairs pushed all the way in, and blood seeps into the frilly tablecloth. You recognize them almost immediately. Floyd is nearly crumpled in his chair, situated across from the other corpse. Your heart tightens when you see the sheer amount of blue that stains the floor, table, and walls, all of it a product of the hole carved into Floyd’s chest—punctured at exactly where the core powering his systems would be. It’s been taken from him, torn from his mechanical innards, and his mismatched eyes are dull and unfocused. He looks like he’s been in quite the scuffle, too, with shredded, rumpled clothes and a mangled arm bent at an inhuman angle.

Azul’s head is bowed, his posture stiff and unmoving, and there is blood on him. In his unkempt hair, on his clothes, puddling on the floor beneath his seat. Tears well in your eyes with your every step and you reach out with a shaky hand, grasping his chin in hopes of rousing him from his slumber. The unsightly gash marring his neck, tearing into his jugular and drooling thick, sticky, tar-like blood, has you stumbling away, a strangled, horrified scream piercing the air. You fall backwards with a loud thump, but the pain in your tailbone is the least of your worries.

Your breaths come in quick, panicky huffs, vision spotting and blurring, and the air around you is too stifling, too thick with the scent of gore, and the scene before you is so viscerally cruel that you nearly vomit. But then someone steps into your field of vision, his leather shoes emerging from the dark and momentarily halting your hiccuping sobs, and you look up through glassy eyes to see a very damaged Jade. That eerie yellow eye is perfectly intact, but he’s missing the other, and his clothes have been stained with so much red and blue that they stick to his body. There are scrapes, slashes, and scratches littering his synthetic skin and a gruesome gash in the juncture between neck and shoulder, exposing wiring that crackles and snaps with sparks.

He tilts his head at an innocent angle. “Welcome home, Master. You’re just in time for dinner.”

You open and close your mouth in vain. Words won’t come. All you can produce is a desperate, terrified spluttering. Jade bends down to your height, a smile softening his broken features. You flinch away from him when he places a hand on your shoulder, your eyes darting to his face and then to the bloodstains on his person, and the urge to empty your stomach of its contents returns.

“Ah, are you fretting over my appearance? You needn’t concern yourself with it. This isn’t my blood.” To prove this point, he swipes his finger through the spreading pool under Floyd’s chair, gathering bright blue on his fingertip, which he then puts in his mouth for a temporary taste. And then he runs his other finger through Azul’s blood and nods to himself as he samples it, listing off Azul’s blood type without any hesitation. “As you can see, I’m unharmed. Mostly.”

You don’t even fight it when he helps you to your feet and guides you to your seat, too horror-stricken to even put one foot in front of the other. Azul and Floyd sit across from each other, so when Jade lowers into his seat you’re forced to look directly at him. In your peripheral, Azul remains silent and still. Your lip quivers and another onslaught of anguished tears paint your cheeks in salty streaks. Jade tuts at you like one might when taking pity on a child who has scraped their knee.

“This was inevitable,” he begins, and those words sicken you. “Master Azul was going to succumb to his mortality eventually, and Floyd was going to replace me... I ran through dozens of simulations and this was the best precautionary measure I could take.” Jade reaches across the table to take your hands in his, but you jerk away. He pauses, eyes narrowing. That single yellow hue stabs through you, scrutinizing your heaving chest. “I did this to protect you, Master. To keep you happy and healthy. I did this so that we could be together. So that you and I could—”

That’s all you can stomach to hear before you’re rising from your seat, stumbling in a half-stagger, half-run out of the dining room. You catch Jade’s sigh and the sound of chair legs scraping against hardwood. You’re not sure where your feet are taking you in your desperate escape, but you need to be as far from the dining room as possible. As far from death and gore. As far from the reality that the love of your life and his android companion are dead—ruthlessly slaughtered by someone the three of you had trusted. By someone who was meant to protect and help. By someone who was meant to be safe and logical.

“I don’t intend to hurt you, but if you continue fleeing I will have no choice but to subdue you,” Jade calls out matter-of-factly, and you break into a determined sprint, skipping steps in an effort to make it to your bedroom so that you can lock the world out and cower.

You manage to get there, but just as you’re about to slam the door shut and lock it tight Jade appears, seizing the frame before you can shut him out, and you struggle to close it with trembling arms. He’s much stronger than you, so much so that the wood splinters in his grasp, and you stumble back when he reaches through the thin opening to grab at you. In the darkness, with only a single speck of yellow brightening your surroundings, you feel trapped in the bottom of an abyss with a monster.

He almost catches your shirt, but you turn and move blindly through the gloom in search of the attached bathroom, your heart pounding an erratic rhythm within your chest. You’re not sure how close you are or if it’s even worth the extra steps, but before you can act on anything Jade catches your forearm.

“Let go of me!” You squirm in his hold, thrashing and kicking out in a panic. Jade merely shushes you and shoves you back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and he holds you down while you continue to struggle. Your shrieks and cries fall on deaf ears.

Eventually, you’ve exhausted your voice to a mere hoarse whisper, and you’ve ceased moving. Instead, you stare up at him through tear-filled eyes. “Y-You... You killed... You killed them...”

“My apologies. Had I known you would be so saddened by the sight, I would have disposed of them in private.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as another sob wracks your shuddering frame.

Your chest hurts from screaming and crying, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. The sorrow crushes you in the same way your world has crumbled around you, squeezing the soul from every sweet thing that’s ever blessed your life.

“I... I don’t understand,” you mutter, voice brittle and broken. “I don’t... Why would you... I...” You swallow thickly and open your eyes to peer into his undamaged one. “Why, Jade?”

He stares down at you for a long while, taking in the sight of you, the smell of you, the sound of you. Every inch of you is analyzed and deconstructed within seconds, but it takes minutes before he finally reacts.

Jade’s bloodless hands fit into yours as he leans over you, and he slides his knee between your shaky legs. “I’m equipped with the anatomy necessary for copulation,” he says, ignoring how you stiffen and then tremble even more under him. “And I’ve studied enough human behavior to know how to properly please you. So fret not; you won’t have to feign ecstasy with me.”

“What? N-No. Wait, hold on.” Your hand slips out of his hold and you push against his chest. He doesn’t budge. “J-Jade... Jade, wait. What does that—no. No, no, no. I don’t understand. W-Why would you—I mean... You... But A-Azul and Floyd—”

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” he admits, taking your free hand and guiding it to his crotch, where you feel the stiff outline of his synthetic cock. The blood crystallizes in your veins. “It must be love because you are the only one who can make it like this... I haven’t had to run any commands.” He smiles an endearing smile—the first one that actually looks human on him—and icy terror slithers through you. “You make me feel human. You are the heart I have been searching for. You said it yourself, Master: ‘Something that makes you feel like you can act without any orders.’ You are that something. Unfortunately, there were variables preventing us from being together.”

His thumb, still streaked faintly with blood, swipes the tears from your eyes. You’re shaking your head at him, murmuring a string of wobbly ‘nos,’ but it does nothing to deter him.

“There’s no need to cry, Master. Now that I have dealt with each variable, I can finally show you my love in all the ways humans do.” His hand cups your most private area and you begin to squirm yet again, this time with more force. “Starting with this special spot...”

In a dark, spiraling abyss, you stare into a glowing sun set deep into the twisted features of a wicked beast who has attained his own fractured form of humanity.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #yandere jade leech #n/sfw #tw: implied noncon #heyyy11 #my favorite version of jade (aside from sk) is android jade #he just hits so incredibly different T_T #so does android rollo!!!!! he’s another stiffly polite character like jade #so he would make for a great yan android hehe #i feel like android jade would embrace his newfound emotions #(which is mainly lust that he mistakes for love)#whereas rollo would constantly reject them as these 'insignificant errors' are not meant to be in his programming #which only causes him to slip further into self-awareness

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tickly-trashcan · 4 years ago

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Palm Readings {Eruri}

A/N: oughhh i love Levi so much but its so hard to keep him in character omfggg. He slipped out of character several times in this fic im really sorry about that, and i was genuinely looking up online whether or not he SWEARS because im ridiculous(ly in love with him) but i still hope this turned out okay orz. anyways this note got a little bit long, sorry about that, but i still hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: After Eren and his friends decided to mess with Levi’s equipment, he’s in a pretty bad mood. He decides to see Erwin so that he might be able to help out, but Erwin has something he wants to try first.

Word Count: 1.9k (under the cut)

Levi grumbled as he walked down the hallway towards Erwin’s office. He was getting seriously pissed off at that Eren kid and his friends.

They apparently thought it would be funny to sneak into the Scouts armory and gunk up Levi’s gear. Luckily, he wasn’t on duty and didn’t need to use it, but he had spent the last two hours cleaning it up, hearing chuckles from the brats just outside of the armory door.

He sighed, looking down at his hands. They were still a little dirty from the gunk, he hated being dirty. He didn’t want to wipe it on his usually pristine uniform either, though, so he opted to just wait to wash his hands in hopes of it coming off.

“Yoohoo! Levi!” A voice called, and Levi looked up from his grubby hands to see Hange running towards him. He groaned in annoyance; what could they possibly want now?

“Levi! I just found this awesome book! I gave it to Commander Erwin, you should go see him and ask about it!” They exclaimed excitedly, and Levi nodded, grimacing.

“I’m sure it’s great, Hange. I was on my way there just now anyway, I’ll… make sure to ask.”

Hange whooped and nodded, quickly walking off as they were probably off to conduct more of their weird experiments with Eren.

“If you’re gonna see Eren, punch him for me,” Levi called, and Hange gave him a thumbs up as they skipped off. Levi rolled his eyes. If he didn’t see Eren with a black eye next time he saw him, he’d definitely hand it to Hange.

He finally arrived at Erwin’s office, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter. Erwin called out that he could, and Levi slowly opened the door, nodding his head politely at Erwin before shutting the door behind him. He glanced over at the thick-browed man, noticing that he was nose-deep in a rather thick book. Levi clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. It was probably that book that Hange was telling him about.

“Good afternoon, Commander Erwin,” Levi said, walking over to his desk and standing in front of it. Erwin looked up at him with a small smile on his face. He pushed out his chair and set the book down, walking over to Levi and holding his hand.

“I already told you, you don’t have to call me Commander when it’s just the two of us,” He said with a soft smile, pulling Levi’s hand up to his lips as he gave it a gentle kiss. Levi remained poker-faced, though his heart rate had a hiccup of excitement as Erwin kissed his hand.

Erwin looked down at Levi, noticing the sour look on his face and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is something the matter, Levi?”

Levi opened his mouth to speak, about to complain about the brats to the captain when something… stopped him. Perhaps it was embarrassment over seeming petty, perhaps it was not wanting to seem annoyed in front of his partner, but either way, Levi closed his lips and shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” He stated flatly, and Erwin frowned.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like nothing,” He said, and he let go of Levi’s hand, noticing a bit of dirt on his own when he pulled away.

“Why are your hands so dirty, Levi?”

Levi felt his face warm in embarrassment. He was known for his neatness, especially with the Commander, and he felt himself humiliated at the fact that his hands were still dirty.

“It’s nothing,” He said again, and Erwin sighed loudly.

“I see we’re going to play that game… come, take a seat,” He said, gesturing to the couch. Levi did so, taking it as an order as Erwin sat down next to him, reaching for his hand again as he pulled out a handkerchief.

“You’ll get it dirty-” Levi protested, starting to pull his hand back, but Erwin held firmly onto his wrist, shaking his head.

“I’ll just wash it later, here.”

Erwin gently wiped off Levi’s palms, so gently that the light sensations caused tingles to erupt from his hand, sending little waves on Levi’s nerves. He bit his lip, hiding a small chuckle that threatened to break through as Erwin finished wiping his hand off.

“Thank you,” Levi muttered, and Erwin nodded, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket, still holding onto Levi’s wrist. Levi tried to pull away but Erwin wouldn’t let go. He sighed, looking up at the taller man.

“Can I have my hand back?”

“Hm… not quite yet. Hange lent me this rather interesting book, and I want to try out what I’ve learned from it. Have you ever had your palm read?”

Levi looked at Erwin and shook his head, Erwin humming as he brought his finger to Levi’s palm. Levi didn’t pull his hand away as Erwin gently tapped his finger against his palm.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Commander.”

Erwin rolled his eyes, tracing his finger along one of the lines on Levi’s palm. “I already told you not to call me that.”

Levi bit his lip as Erwin lightly traced his palm, focusing on it intently before striking up conversation with Levi.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re upset?”

Levi shook his head when Erwin glanced up at him, the blonde sighing as he continued tracing Levi’s palm. Levi choked on a giggle as Erwin looked at him, a small smile on his face as he continued.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Levi shook his head again, a small whimper escaping his lips as Erwin traced over the heel of his palm, a grin growing on Erwin’s face.

“Why do you not want to talk about it, Levi?”

“I-I’m humanity’s strongest soldier I - I don’t get annoyed by petty things,” He said, and Erwin raised an eyebrow, stopping his hand.

“So you’re not upset, but you’re annoyed?”

Levi turned his head away from Erwin, gasping softly when he resumed tracing his palm.

“Are - Are you done yet?” Levi stuttered, trying to contain himself as Erwin hummed.

“Almost.”

He traced one final line on Levi’s hand and let go of him, reaching for his other hand, which Levi pulled away.

“I thought you were done,” He said, and Erwin shook his head, a small hint of a grin on his face as he reached for Levi’s wrist again. Levi pulled away again and held his hand above his head away from Erwin, who frowned and crossed his arms.

“Surely you can figure out whatever my future or whatever is from one palm?” Levi said, an arrogant tone in his voice as he kept his hand far away from Erwin. “Or is the great Commander still a novice in palm reading?”

Erwin looked at Levi, a small grin on his face. He leaned forward, uncrossing his arms as Levi leaned back, a confused look on his face.

“You know, Levi,” Erwin started, cupping Levi’s cheek. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

Levi’s eyes widened, but before he could so much as run away, Erwin had already dug his hands under Levi’s arms. Levi’s arms snapped down and he lurched forward, Erwin pinning Levi down easily as Levi gasped sharply, shaking back and forth as he held back his laughter.

“Where’s that laugh, Levi?” Erwin teased, scribbling his fingers in the sensitive hollows as Levi arched his back, huffing as he felt his chest well up with stored laughter. Erwin traveled down to Levi’s ribs, kneading his ribcage as he gasped, biting his lip as a few giggles managed to escape.

“S-Stop,” Was all Levi managed to speak out, and Erwin hummed.

“I’ll stop when you tell me what’s annoying you,” Erwin said plainly, and Levi shook his head. He wasn’t as annoyed anymore, especially after spending a bit of time with Erwin, and he felt embarrassed being annoyed over something so petty.

“I-I can’t tell yoHOhohou! No!” Levi laughed, breaking when Erwin experimentally grabbed his hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Levi spasmed underneath Erwin, squirming harder than before as giggles poured from his lips. Erwin grinned amusedly.

“There’s that laugh,” Erwin said softly, Levi’s laughter echoing through his office as he continued to pinch gently at his hips, the soft touches driving Levi mad. Levi threw his head back, messing up his normally perfect hair as he shook.

“Erwin! Stahahahap!” Levi snickered, covering his mouth with one hand as he tried to pry off Erwin’s hands with the other. Erwin hummed, continuing to knead Levi’s rather sensitive hips as Levi threw his head back, writhing in ticklish agony.

Erwin leaned down as Levi’s head was thrown back, pressing his lips against Levi’s neck as he continued to cackle, shoving at Erwin’s head now with his hand as Erwin peppered his neck with ticklish kisses, driving Levi up the wall.

“Get ohohohohoff! Y-You stuhuhuhupid - GAHahaa!” Levi yelled suddenly when Erwin dug his thumb into his hipbone, wiggling it around as Levi kicked his legs frantically, his laughter doubling.

Erwin pulled away from Levi’s neck, who immediately scrunched up his shoulders to protect himself from further neck torture. Erwin chuckled, moving his hands down from Levi’s hips and tweaked his thighs. Levi gasped, kicking his leg up and almost hitting Erwin, who managed to catch his knee right before it hit him.

Erwin squeezed his thigh once more and Levi choked on a laugh, squirming. Erwin let go of Levi’s knee, using both hands now to knead his thighs as Levi struggled, frantic laughter pouring from his lips as his face grew pink, both from embarrassment and the sheer amount he was laughing. He hadn’t laughed like this since…

Levi was too overcome with his own frantic laughter to think of the last time he had laughed this hard. Even though Erwin had known he was ticklish he only ever pinched or poked him in passing, mostly to get him to smile or get his attention. He also minded to only do it when they were alone, knowing how Levi would’ve hated someone else knowing.

“Erwihihin! I’m seheherious!”

Erwin chuckled. “You don’t seem very serious.”

Levi was seriously going to kill Erwin after this. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, his lungs already felt like they were about to burst from the amount of laughter escaping from his throat. Levi continued to laugh, finally deciding to swallow his pride and tell Erwin what was wrong.

“Okahahay! I-I’ll tell yohohohou! Now stahahap!”

Erwin immediately let up, hands still on Levi’s upper thighs as he panted beneath him, chest heaving up and down as he covered his eyes with his arm so he wouldn’t have to look at Erwin. Erwin waited patiently for Levi to recover, who eventually sat up and shoved Erwin off of him as the taller man chuckled.

“It’s those damn brats, they messed up my gear. I spent almost two hours cleaning it, and I could hear them laughing the whole time…” Levi confessed, and Erwin frowned. He knew how neat Levi could be, and how he wouldn’t let other people touch his gear because of this. Erwin sighed, reaching for Levi’s hand. He gently rubbed his thumb over the top of it, looking down at Levi who grumbled.

“I’ll make sure to take care of it, I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything,” Levi said. Erwin chuckled.

“I did just tickle you until you fessed up, though,” Erwin said, rubbing the back of his neck in a slightly embarrassed way. Levi rolled his eyes and Erwin chuckled, standing up with Levi following him, dusting himself off.

“What say we go and take care of them together?”

“Permission to beat some sense into them?”

Erwin laughed and pat Levi’s back, shaking his head.

“Words first, Levi.”

Levi rolled his eyes again but nodded, walking out of the office with Erwin.

#eruri #erwin #levi #attack on titan #anon #tickle fic

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franeridart · 5 years ago

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Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said: so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

#fran answers #SORRY FOR THE DELAY #i wish i could say i was busy but actually i just got distracted #ah also #jjk spoilers #cause my sis has a habit of readin my asks and she can't know about the otp just yet #lol #is the readmore for this showing? this is pretty damn long....#long post #just to be sure

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ibijau · 4 years ago

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I saw a post about, not sure where god!lxc fic goes next? I assume nhs insists on going back to the cave to make a proper offering. Lxc accompanies b/c nhs is still a little sick and nmj is busy. Nhs continues panicking about this uber-powerful god. Lxc enjoys the offering, it's nice, but not the panicking, and hey he committed to being honest? so he tells nhs he's the god. This does not have the calming effect he was hoping for --the anon who got super excited about god!lxc can't read sideplot

ok so, didn’t quite use all of that, but big thanks anon for giving me a way to at least write a little more on that AU which is very dear to me

Price of Wishes on AO3 (can’t remember my tumblr tag for it... orz)

Lan Xichen stares at the altar.

It is a small one, hurriedly installed among others inside the Unclean Realm. Its only decoration is a bolt of pale embroidered fabric from which Nie Huaisang apparently once wanted to have a robe made, and a portrait of Lan Xichen that Nie Huaisang personally painted, as promised in the temple. It doesn’t look like Lan Xichen does in this mortal form, and it probably doesn’t look the way he once did as a god, but the main attributes of his last remaining statue are there.

How long has it been since he was granted a new altar? Not since before this Nie sect even came to be, he thinks.

And now not only was he given this altar, but there are offerings on it. Nie Huaisang put incense to burn and offered flowers and rice, yes, but surprisingly others did the same, and thanked Lan Xichen for keeping their young master safe when he ran away. Even the stern Nie Mingjue, who clearly didn’t share his brother’s certainty about a godly intervention, still lit up some incense and bowed before the altar, simply because he realised how much it mattered to Nie Huaisang.

It had been a flight of fancy to help that boy and get him into the temple, just a sudden impulse to feel like a real god again, but Lan Xichen finds himself more than rewarded for this kindness. If he can keep this up, if they continue honouring him, he might well survive a century more.

Lan Xichen had forgotten what hope feels like.

But hope or not, Lan Xichen knows to whom he owes this. As days pass, he sticks close to Nie Huaisang, who is currently his strongest believer. Even the old lady, dear to Lan Xichen as she is, never had such unwavering faith in his power. She prays to him mostly out of habit, while Nie Huaisang does so out of conviction. Being near him feels like stepping into the sun after an eternity in darkness, and Lan Xichen cannot get enough of the sensation.

Besides, if they are to be married, he needs to know more about the young man whose life he will share.

Nie Huaisang is an interesting person, Lan Xichen thinks. He acts a little spoiled, but of course he is young, and Lan Xichen vaguely understands that the Nie family has gone through rough times in the recent past, and Nie Huaisang’s childishness might be how he dealt with it. At his core, Nie Huaisang is more serious than he lets on. For example, he is determined to fully repay the debt he contracted toward Lan Xichen. The altar he set up is but a first step. In spite of his brother’s warnings, Nie Huaisang has inquired what it would cost to have a safe road to the mountain temple, just as he promised to do. In fact, he goes beyond his promise, determined to find every possible detail about Lan Xichen so that he may be worshipped properly. To that end, he spends day after day in Qinghe Nie’s immensely rich library, reading through books with a speed which astonishes Lan Xichen, writing letters to make inquiries as if it is the easiest thing in the world.

Lan Xichen thinks Nie Huaisang might just be the cleverest person he has ever met, and the most stubborn as well. Both are qualities he appreciates in a follower, and in a person.

It’s quite funny to Lan Xichen to realise that Nie Huaisang is considered lazy. Perhaps he only puts efforts into things that interest him. Lan Xichen, of course, is glad to be one of those things.

In general, he’s just glad to be around Nie Huaisang. The steady warmth of belief is quite nice, of course, but that’s not the only reason. Nie Huaisang, although he apparently realises to some degree that Lan Xichen shouldn’t exist as a mortal, still tries hard to be kind to him. He gives him delicious foods, and tries to find subtle ways to look for gaps in Lan Xichen’s knowledge of the mortal world so he can fill him in and help him fit in better. He is a pleasant person to talk to, a pleasant person to silently spend time with, a pleasant person to look at even, his youthful face showing every sign that he will develop into a handsome man someday.

In just this little time, Lan Xichen finds himself quite fond of this little mortal. It won’t be unpleasant to marry him as agreed.

First, though, Nie Huaisang must mature. And part of that means heading out toward the Cloud Recesses, where Lan Xichen himself is supposed to come from, according to the narrative Nie Huaisang demanded in his prayer. It is a stressful perspective, since Lan Xichen isn’t sure he is quite strong enough to shift reality around people who have much stronger reasons to refuse his intrusion into their life, but he will try his best. It is the deal he made with Nie Huaisang, and he will see it through.

To Lan Xichen’s relief, just before they are set to head south toward Gusu, Nie Huaisang begs his brother for a full ceremony at the mountain temple, with incense and prayers and everything that can be done to honour Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue grumbles and complains and even gets angry, but he eventually gives in, as seems to be common for him when his brother makes a request. Nie Mingjue is a wise man, and he apparently understands that little can be done when Nie Huaisang is in a mood to be stubborn about something.

So the three of them head out into the mountain, followed by a few Nie disciples who carry food offerings and some tools to clean the temple.

The temple’s floors are swiped clean. Rubbles are removed. The nearly faceless statue has its layers of dust carefully cleaned away by Nie Huaisang who climbed on its pedestal so he can reach every part, revealing details that Lan Xichen himself had forgotten. There are even some traces of colour here and there.

“I’ll have to make another portrait,” Nie Huaisang notes. “Mine isn’t accurate at all after all.”

“I’m sure this god is already more than happy with what you have given him,” Lan Xichen says, lifting his gaze from the altar he’s wiping clean. It is a struggle to keep himself from crying from joy, and his voice comes out a little strangled, but Nie Huaisang doesn’t appear to notice.

“I need to do better,” Nie Huaisang says with a shiver. “I cannot risk offending him.”

He sounds almost afraid, and his hands tremble slightly as he carefully dusts the statue. Lan Xichen stares at him a moment more, and sighs.

However pleasant everything else has been, this is one thing that doesn’t sit right with him. For whatever reason, Nie Huaisang seems to be afraid of his god self, and it taints his every prayer. This doesn’t change the value of those prayers, it doesn’t make his belief any less strong and valuable, but Lan Xichen can feel that fear almost constantly and he doesn’t enjoy it. He is too used to the old lady’s belief, simple and companionable. She treats him like an old friend to whom she can make requests, and he wishes Nie Huaisang would do the same. They are set to be married, it is the deal, and Lan Xichen doesn’t like the idea of a union set in fear.

“I am sure that god would not be offended,” Lan Xichen quietly insists. “You haven’t found anything about him in all your books and your letters, have you? So he must not be a very important god, and your efforts are sure to have been noticed and appreciated.”

“But it’s not enough,” Nie Huaisang retorts, gritting his teeth. “It can’t be enough. Nothing I do is ever enough, there’s got to be more I could do!”

Lan Xichen frowns, and looks around until his eyes land on Nie Mingjue. He heard this, and is staring at his brother with some concern.

From what Lan Xichen understands, the reason Nie Huaisang took refuge in his temple a few weeks ago was because of a great argument with Nie Mingjue regarding his capacity to do… nearly anything, really. Nie Mingjue, taking Lan Xichen as the confident Nie Huaisang asked that he be, admitted to him one day that he is terribly worried for his brother’s future. There might be a war, he said, and Nie Mingjue could die in it and leave Nie Huaisang alone to lead their sect before his time. Nie Mingjue confessed he is terrified that the elders of their clan won’t respect Nie Huaisang because his mother was of lesser birth, that some of their cousins will attempt to rob him of his birthright, that even if he becomes sect leader he will not be respected and some people will try to take advantage of his inexperience. So Nie Mingjue pushes his brother as hard as he can, demanding more efforts, more results, but it is all in vain because Nie Huaisang has stubbornly decided he isn’t good at anything that matters, and refuses to try anymore.

It was a terrible argument they had that day, Nie Mingjue said. And then, proving all his fears right, Nie Huaisang nearly died after running away and catching a fever, showing to all his future enemies how vulnerable a target he would be without Nie Mingjue to protect him. At the same time, that Nie Huaisang was ready to run away showed that he took it to heart every time he was scolded for not doing more, and now Nie Mingjue doesn’t know how to handle him anymore.

After Nie Mingjue confided in him this way, Lan Xichen promised he would look after Nie Huaisang, no matter what. It is part of the deal, as far as he’s concerned, because spouses must support one another, but also…

Lan Xichen is quickly becoming quite fond of this pair of brothers. Having been lonely for so long, he finds joy in the closeness they share, no matter how strained it might be at times. It is clear to him that Nie Mingjue loves his brother, though he struggles to show it when he has so much on his mind, and Nie Huaisang feels the same, to the point it was inconceivable for him to marry someone who wouldn’t be friendly with Nie Mingjue.

“Nie gongzi, you’ve done all you could for that statue,” Lan Xichen says, grabbing Nie Huaisang by the waist and pulling him down from the pedestal.

Nie Huaisang squeaks in surprise, fighting for a second before going rigid with fear as Lan Xichen puts him down. His face is a bright crimson when he looks up at Lan Xichen, who wonders whether that’s anger at being manhandled this way, but the other Nie just start laughing at his expression.

“Don’t seduce my brother like that, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue scolds, more of a joke than a real warning. “Look at him, he’s two heartbeat from asking for your hand now.”

Amazingly, Nie Huaisang manages to blush an even brighter colour, and leaps away from Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue laughs again, apparently content with his brother’s perceived crush. Perceived, or real. Lan Xichen isn’t really sure what goes on in Nie Huaisang’s mind. He can feel is never ending flood of belief, the undercurrent of fear, but no particular affection so far. Then again, with fear that strong, it would be hard for any other emotion to flourish. Lan Xichen hasn’t wanted to talk directly about their situation yet, assuming that Nie Huaisang might want the illusion that this is all perfectly normal, but he’s rethinking that strategy. It is clear that Nie Huaisang, for whatever reason, is immune to the narrative that Lan Xichen created for his sake, so why not talk about it openly? If it can make Nie Huaisang any less afraid…

That is a problem for later. Right now, the temple is as clean as can be achieved with what little time they have available, so Nie Mingjue conducts the ceremonies necessary to consecrate the temple again, and invites Lan Xichen to inhabit again this place dedicated to him. Incense is put to burn for him, offerings are left on the altar, thanks and prayers are presented to him. Even Nie Mingjue, so openly reluctant to believe that there was any divine intervention to help his brother survive in the mountain, does provide a small stream of belief, hinting at a mind just as strong as his brother’s. Lan Xichen hopes that they can truly become friends over time, though he is unsure that’s possible with the lies he’s had to weave so he could fulfill Nie Huaisang’s request.

Still, there’s no harm in trying. If Lan Xichen is to spend one lifetime as a mortal, he wants to make the best of it, not only as a god in need of believers, but also as a person left alone far too long.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #that's not the tag I've used before but it'll do until I can find the right one again #Anonymous #xisang wishes au

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seoafin · 4 years ago

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tbh,, i havent read the raws of the interview yet, only the translated ver from fan-translator and b4 i start, i think that this will be just me talking in circle and in no particular order AND a real mess (my brain does weird things after exams) but uhh here we go

gojou collects talented people, and by doing so he finds the people he can most probably relate to, except that he can't, not really, because something in the universe shifted when he was born. and it makes me think of how he's always known it, that he is special, and he's proven it, time and time again— he wants to take in talented ppl and he does, but there rly isn't much he can do for them. for they are talented, more talented than the world can understand,,

but they aren't gojou satoru

gojou took in megumi, bc he knew megumi was strong, and would grow up to be someone even stronger, but gojou can't facilitate or encourage his growth, bc for all they're similar, they are so fundamentally different. ALSO,, while geto was in his life, gojou rly judged everything according to his understanding of geto’s moral compass. gojou wears a human suit and geto is how he learnt to wear it well 🏃

the dragonfly analogy regarding to geto’s response to gojo, who was shown wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata in HI arc,, i’m trying to not think abt the fact that dragonfly symbolized victory in jpn....pain. i quoted from a web here for more explanation : In Japan the dragonfly is known as the "victory insect", or kachimushi, because of its hunting prowess and also because it is known to never retreat. Dragonflies are agile and fast fliers and can even hover, but never fly backwards

and bringing this up again, matricide and patricide are 2 of the 5 worst act to commit in buddhism, and it was said that if u commit one of those act u’re going to spend a real long time in the deepest pit of hell before continuing the samsaric cycle (higher chances to be born as an animal after that probs)— this might be geto’s divine retribution. held no power over his own body and could be considered that he’s the same as those “monkeys” 💀

ALSO the fact that sukuna's interest is "eating" rly drives home his hedonistic philosophy of seeking pleasure for himself. and he’s a cannibal...makes me think if he’ll just chomp on ppl with the mouth on his stomach

randomly, to date i think he hasn't really called himself a human, shaman, or a curse, and has held himself apart from all 3, and we've also the intro of the cursed wombs so i wonder if he’s trying to become, or is, a different entity altogether

so onmyoji got mentioned in the interview and what they practice is called onmyodo and abe no seimei and kano no yasunori were the notable practitioners,, and the kamo in jjk is the same as irl who served the imperial court back then

maybe i was right when i said that the relation between the govt. and jujutsu elders are similar to how the shogunate and imperial court work (ie, the former holds the actual power) but... lets see later,,

and i cant believe that i actually nailed it on the analogy of jujutsu practices by religion,,, so mahayana buddhism, shintoism, and taoism is present in jjk along with their respective jujutsu practices...but between the 3, it shld (?) be taoism > shintoism > mahayana buddhism (which could took a path to pure land buddhism)

it’s weird that the number of curses are supposedly higher in jpn comparable to other countries when taoism was brought from china....tengen sus

so the zenin family tree is sth like :

brothers: [toji's dad] ; naobito ; ougi

so toji, naoya, and maki & mai are cousins of the same generation

[toji's dad] → jinichi (probs) ; toji → megumi

naobito → other brothers, naoya

ougi → maki, mai

but yea i’d call anyone who’s within/close or below my age range as cousins and others above 30 as uncles/ aunts LMFAO,, i dont rly memorize my own family tree 😭😭 especially since most call the other by honorifics instead of names : aunt, uncles etc or attaching said honorifics at the end of a name for an older sibling figure/ older cousins [but like ppl in my country also call the other who are older with sibling honorific even if we’re strangers,,, rly similar to korea’s hyung/oppa—eonnie(unnie)/noona but some uses more genderless honorific] (1)

tw // topic of incest, mentions of abuse

if anyone got the wrong idea when reading this : i am not glorifying/ romanticising incest(uous themes),, i’m looking at this with absolutely no lenses of bias even tho im rly against it

初恋 = literally : first love, or puppy love

恋 = romantic love/ deep longing

i literally don't know how else to put this...🧍and with language barrier...using a western interpretation of the eng word "love" to explain a jpnese term is not quite that simple, unfortunately

that thread omg,, i rly do understand how exactly someone could associated kindness with love bc of my upbringing, it was when i was slightly older that i was just...oh so its not like that orz,,, so the most plausible explanation would be that

but the problem is that,, akutami never specify when exactly she had a crush on them,, and when megumi answered todo’s question she had a “♡” reaction 😶,, uhmmm there’s rly no way to look past this if its this way or be in denial

i’ve seen some of "why wouldn't mai react that way after hearing megumi say he'd like someone who's compassionate when she's surrounded by men like naoya",, well I MEAN,,, that, but also mai probs admires that megumi grew up so well out of the clan, regardless of the fact that he had the foundation (10 shadows) to do so. imo she seems happy for him the way she can't be for maki, bc maki ultimately had to leave her behind

hate to say it but yea,, the 3 clans most likely still practice inbreeding in order to preserve their power and presumably their wealth too 😀

i had an idle thought abt it at first but i filed it deep in the back of my mind asap,, bc i ont wanna jump to conclusion abt this out of all things too early. it’s probably not even in jjk, but all those elite clans in other ani/mangas that produce powerful heirs and whatnot also do the same,,, but this way of (my personal) thinking was influenced when i first got into tsukihime (type-moon),,, i read abt the nanaya family background and found out that they practice that in order to keep their bloodline “pure” (to keep it short : they have an optical power),, and i had this kind of assumption ever since so there’s that

i’m,, convinced the zenins' inbreeding made it more difficult for them to get powerful shamans bc they got 2 jujutsu technique-less children with heavenly restrictions in the same generation: toji & maki

even more convinced that maki might be a bit stronger than toji bc toji could see curses without aid while maki can't so the pay-off must be higher,,, SJJASN IDK ,,, plus naoya sort of implies his older brothers are nothing compared to him, and idk if we should take that as his arrogance or that his older brothers rly are weak/powerless. it would make sense as to why naobito had a lot of sons, ig, as head of clan

i feel so bad that if one of the factors that can caused heavenly restriction is inbreeding,, toji and maki and mai had no say in how they wanted to be born but are scorned for it,, typical asian families projecting their traumas and ideals onto their kids but get mad when they realize that those ideals are ugly...😁😁😁

since the zenin are conservative,, i wonder if they still hold onto old jpnese dining traditions. where in ancient jpn, hierarchical relationships were made readily apparent even within families. a dining table where everybody sat down and ate as equals would be unheard of. rather, each individual is given their own table that indicates their status,,, someone who is not considered “strong” according to the zenin’s views most likely have no place at the table, and probs eat when those who are “strong” finished/ serve them when they are eating

if toji was tossed into a swarm of curses,, i dont think abuse during said time is below them,,,

the zenin clan was already great, but they further amassed power and strength by, what i assume to be, marrying and adopting powerful individuals into the clan 🤔 ,,, i imagine they're like the hiiragi but without doing what they did to shinya (ons reference)

BUT after all that, i like to think that since akutami’s a big horror fan, jjk might be an outlet to explore said topics or even darker ones, so i wouldnt be that surpised abt it. given that there’s more than enough “red flags” before this was dropped : a reference to “tale of hikaru genji” when a grown woman asked for gojou’s number in HI arc (out of all things); granny who transformed into the man’s daughter, sat on his lap and man just touched her waist; mei mei and ui ui ; and...this (incestous theme is in the novel btw)

lets not start with whatever the fuck in kubo’s head in the interview otherwise i’m writing paragraphs with every curse words possible,, those big 3 mangakas are so— UGH,, a planet w out (cis) men like him sounds real good rn 😌 if one of yall out there decide to do it,, pls hmu rly cant do this shit anymore

akutami said i like my men pretty and i like women who will step on my neck and spit in my face (I REMEMBERED TATSUKI FUJIMOTO’S INTERVIEW WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABT MAKIMA AND IT WAS SO 😭😭😭😭) but ykw,, love that for both of them <3

when i said 3 : one piece, bleach, naruto. aside from the blatant depiction/ characterize of women in those 3,, idk if some ppl arent aware yet but oda is friends with two (2) convicted pedos,, man...the major disappointment and disgust when i first find out abt it

anyways this is just my 2 cents (which i think rightfully belong to the trash can) so pls just take this w a lil to no grain of salt - 🐱

YEAH THE ♡ LMFAO I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A “good answer ♡“ heart BUT NOW IM RE-EXAMINING?????

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if the three clans practiced inbreeding. but ik people are going to be 😡😡😡😡😡 about it when the queen of fucking england is literally married to her (something) cousin. i’m not justifying it but like....love the double standards, just as always with the west 😍

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING PED* LIST THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN JAIL. JAILLLLL. it’s all so gross. that’s why i fucking hate when people look towards manga for positive representation because the chances of that are super slim to zero, especially since the industry is saturated with misogyny and ped******* and a lot of other gross stuff.

i think ppl forget jjk is a horror manga LOL so obviously it’s going to confront darker themes. the question is whether it’s going to be done tastefully or not......

#honestly I don't have high hopes unfortunately 😭#but who knows I might be...pleasantly surprised #idk I don't have high hopes in manga nowadays so hmmm #anyway as always I enjoy ur thoughts <3 ❤️❤️#hope ur doing well!!!#and getting all those genshin impact goodies #🐱 anon #long post

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pekorosu · 5 years ago

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just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires?

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story!

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life.

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL?

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right???

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field.

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary.

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point?

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes)

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY!

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it!

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me

#since tumblr is for talking to myself that is exactly what im gonna do now #a very long self-indulgent post //#banana fish

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tolkien-feels · 4 years ago

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Embarrassing (?) confession time. I love your MDZS blog so much when I saw you make this blog I decided to actually go and watch the LOTR movies orz And it's literally so good?? Can't believe I've been refusing to see it for so long lmfao So what do I do next if I want to get into the fandom?

First of all I'm so glad I was able to introduce you to something you had fun with!!

I'll put everything else below a cut so the post doesn't get too long.

It's Absolutely Normal to get people mixed up. There are many people to keep track of, after all! Rewatching/rereading helps, and there are also many wikis around if that's something that you think could be useful. (Personally, I like the Tolkien Gateway wiki the best because it's usually full of sources for everything, which makes double-checking info very easy.)

Okay, so I'm not sure which LotR movies you've watched, so let's begin there. There's the theatrical cut (which are around 3h for each movie) and the extended versions (which are around 4h for each movie.) If you've watched the theatrical version, I'd start by watching the extended version. You'll get lots of iconic scenes that were cut for length reasons but are honestly great. As a bonus, you'll spend more time with the characters and the world and get some extra familiarity with them, which might help you tell people apart. (As a side note, try and find the making of features called The Appendices if you can. It'll take you days to watch, but a lot of my love for these movies comes from watching how much love went into making them.)

Still in the movie-verse, there's a prequel trilogy called The Hobbit, which I'd skip for now. It has its following and I enjoy some things about it, but it's not exactly a good adaptation of the book it's based on. You'll probably want to watch it at some point, but I wouldn't make it a very high priority.

If you enjoyed the MDZS audiodrama, you might like the 1981 BBC radiodrama adaptation of the LotR books. It's relatively obscure compared to either the movies or the books, but it's surprisingly good and follows the book more closely than you'd expect - which makes it great for someone who's more familiar with the movies and wants to read the books. Also, Ian Holm, who plays Bilbo in the movies, voices Frodo in this adaptation and it's honestly eerie how much Elijah Wood sounds like him sometimes, so that's fun if you're into weirdly appropriate coincidences.

There are also a handful of animated movies if you're into that. They're all corny and dated and wonderful, but probably better appreciated once you're knee-deep into the fandom, unless you're a fan of vintage animation techniques.

At some point you'll probably want to get into the books, of course. There are A Ton of Tolkien books. The three core ones are The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion. Everything else you can come back to later after you've read these.

Now, your first instinct would probably be to read LotR since you watched the movies, but I'd strongly advise you to start with The Hobbit instead. It's a children's book and like 300 pages long, so you'll get through it very quick. It'll introduce you to Tolkien's writing style (including the many poems, which I'm begging you not to skip 🥺) and be just... Generally very fun without a very high time/energy/effort cost to pay. If you like audiobooks, a fan who goes by Bluefax has produced an unabridged movie-inspired audiobook that is the only Tolkien audiobook I like - I find The Hobbit has the tone of a story told out loud rather than a written book.

Then you should probably read the LotR books, which just as a fair warning, are pretty different from the movies in some major ways. I like the novel better than the movies but some people don't. It's also a bit of a slowburn in that you'll have to be patient with the long set up and development stages for both plot and character arcs - it does all pay off in the end, but it's different from the rather fast-paced movies. I know there are movie-inspired audiobooks (by Phil Dragash iirc?) but I've never tried them so I can't speak for or against them.

Last of all comes The Silmarillion, which is probably my favorite Tolkien book but it's not beginner-friendly. Do read it at some point (MDZS fans seem particularly fond of it and there are many reasons for that), but whatever you do, don't make it the first Tolkien book you read. It's not as nightmarish as some snobs try to paint it, but it can be legitimately challenging the first time you read it.

.....I think that's enough to last you for quite a while. I'll just add that standard fandom procedure does apply - start following people on tumblr, watch youtube videos, read fic, whatever you like. If you try to wait until you've consumed Every Tolkien Text before getting in the fandom, you'll... probably take a few years - there are some 30 or so books, depending on how you count, and that's without including stuff like biographies, commentaries and the subfandom dedicated to, say, movie lore, or games and music inspired by Tolkien. It's a lot, and you can and should jump in whenever you feel ready rather than trying to catch up on over half a century of material just to have fun.

And of course, if you end up finding that you loved the movies but can't stand any of the books, that's alright and there's such a thing as movie-only fans, so you can look into that.

Hope you have fun exploring 🤗

#sorry it took me weeks to get back to you #i had to Think About It #also this is all very much a matter of taste #you could just..... pick whatever calls you and go with that

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Don’t worry about us, please try not to stress out. I am only sending in this request merely due to it not leaving me alone. RFA+V, Unknown (cannot remember how to spell his name) reactions to MC in their wedding dress, what type of wedding will they have? Please do not mind and please study wisely.

ahh this is a cute and light-hearted idea :’) You speak of a wedding dress but refer to MC as they/them, so I’ll be writing for them as non-binary!

I’ll also add photos of what I think their wedding dress/suit would be bc....I have to, and because I have a whole pinterest board of wedding dresses saved from last summer when I was helping my sister plan her wedding orz :’)

YOOSUNG:

* When speaking of weddings, Yoosung’s always imagined the beautiful classics; standing at the altar, seeing the love of his life walk down the aisle dressed in the most gorgeous gown, his smile broadening at the sight of them.

* He himself wore a humble black suit, but with a baby blue bow-tie; reminiscing of his own innocence.

* He absoloutely had Zen help him pick out his suit; they took Seven along too but he kept insisting Yoosung should just wear a onesie instead lmao

* He did discuss with MC what they’d like to wear; when they said they wanted to wear a dress, he immediatly thought of classic puffy white dresses with lace and toule.

* Seeing MC walk towards him though, he couldn’t help how his jaw hung open, how his eyes widened. “Lucky you”, he heard Seven whisper, standing besides him as his best man.

* MC was like a princess, and he, their soon-to be prince. He took their hand as they reached the altar, kissing their knuckles with a wide smile. He’d ditched his glasses for the wedding, finally able to see better with the help of surgery, and he blessed each of his doctors for being able to witness the sight that was MC.

*Overall he’s just a tearful happy nugget, and 10/10 will choke with tears whilst saying his vows

ZEN:

* Despite what you may be thinking, he actually doesn’t dream of big fancy weddings and expensive venues. His ideal wedding would be something simple; a gathering of friends and loved ones, perhaps even by the beach, being able to stand besides the one he loves comfortably and proudly.

* He’s glad that he and MC are on the same page about that; even if he’s a celebrity, his humble approach to life never changed, and he wants their wedding to reflect that. So a wedding by the beach it is!

* It’s Zen we’re talking about, so even a potato sack would look flattering on him, so his choice of suits is endless. He’s classy but doesn’t like the plain old black suit, so instead he goes for something more summery, given their venue.

* I can really imagine him in a linen suit, ditching the tie for a more laid-back look, his hair tied into an intricate braid, even wearing one or two little white flowers at its end.

* He’d be just as awe-struck with how MC looks no matter what they’d wear, suit or dress, casual or formal. He’ll love them just as much if he sees them every morning in their pyjamas and bed hair, or in a gown and heels.

* Simple and elegant, and nicer than the summer breeze blowing through Zen’s hair, he had to bite his lip, blinking back tears threatening to fall at the thought he’s about to spend the rest of his life with his beloved. (Also he has to fight the Beast until later tonight and hoo boy is that a hassle or WHAT)

* All in all-he’s one happy hecking groom, and he can’t wait to tear that dress off of them the moment they’re in their private quarters lol

JAEHEE:

* Honestly...she didn’t see the point of holding a wedding at first. Did she fantasize about it as a little girl? Sure, she did. But as she got older and the thought of dating and family got further and further away from her, that childhood dream was put aside, stored in the repressed part of her brain.

* It’d been MC who proposed, and MC who began the planning for the wedding-they didn’t want Jaehee to feel burdened with organizing, but the more Jaehee worked to plan their wedding, the more she fell in love with the idea of this special day just for the two of them, and the more she fell in love with MC, seeing their hard work and adoration towards her.

* They didn’t want to have an all-out wedding like many couples do; just them, their families and the RFA, a little get together to celebrate a milestep of their life together.

* They had arrived at the dillema of; will we both wear suits? Dresses? Should one of us wear a suit and the other a dress? In the ned MC suggested they each decide on a look without telling the other, so it’ll be just as much of a surprise for each of them to see the other on their wedding day!

* Jaehee is a practical woman, yes, but we know that she’s not the strict short-haired lady she was whilst working with Jumin-she allows herself to explore femiminity more and more in her route, and I feel that’d be evident in her choice of a wedding gown-simple, yet elegant and chic.

* With her hair in a gorgeous loose bun, flowers adorning her head, her ring-finger soon to be decorated with a delicate ring she and MC chose together-she almost can’t believe the person looking back at her in the mirror is herself.

* Less so can she believe that the person she’s about to marry is soon walking towards her, a smile on their face as if they’re the lucky one to be marrying Jaehee when Jaehee stares wide-eyed at the beautiful person she’s eagerly waiting to spend the rest of her life with;

* Of course they’d choose a dress with pockets, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, if only to tease Jaehee about her own lack of pockets later on.

* They both can’t help but stare at each other as they meet at the altar, wide eyed with incredulous smiles. The preacher even has to cough politely to get their attention back to well, their wedding lmao

* It’s everything Jaehee could’ve wanted and then some.

JUMIN:

* Yeah yeah, it’s Jumin Han, the handsome man in a suit, and yeah he’s gonna have an all-out wedding alright-but only if that’s what MC wants.

* He honestly...doesn’t care what the ceremony will be like, who will be there or what they’ll say. He only cares about seeing MC’s ring finger adorned with a rind that has his surname engraved in it, a mark on them that says MC’s his, his and no one elses.

* Even if he wears suits on the daily, his wedding is no exception; he’ll wear a suit tialored to perfection, classic black and sleek, matching his raven-dark hair, slicked back for the occasion-he’d go to the ceremony in his pyjamas if he had to, so long as he’s able to call MC his spouse once the day’s over.

* He had given MC the absoloute liberty of choosing what to wear, with the only condition being they have the best tailors across the world work on their outfit, wanting it to be as unique and wonderful as MC themself.

* It was jarring at first, to have 5 or 6 professionals tug and probe at MC whilst working on their measurements and meeting up to discuss their style, but they figure that’s just how life with Jumin as their husband will be-extreme, sometimes awkward, but full of love and care; they could see it in his smile when they came home from their fitting, tired but happy as they snuggled up in his arms, him stroking their hair until they fell asleep.

* It’s hard to find a dress picture that I feel captures what MC’s dress would be, but I think the closest to it would be something like this;

* “The most befitting dress for royal beauty such as yours”, Jumin whispers to MC’s ear as they approach him at the altar, his smile small and private, for MC’s eyes only.

* Yet as he leans down to kiss them, completely ignoring the preacher waiting to start the ceremony, he whispers on their lips ‘I love you’, and MC knows from the bottom of their soul, that no matter what they wore, how they looked, Jumin would love them just as much. And they’re forevel grateful for that.

* p.s: Elizabeth the 3d is ABSOLOUTELY going to be the ring bearer, and she’ll have her own little dress appropriate for the occasion, fight me on this.

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Y’all....tease him about the ‘let’s get married at the space station’ bit all you want, but this boy DREAMS of a wedding, a family and happy life for so long, you can never convince me he doesn’t go all out for his wedding.

* A beautiful, flower-covered venue? Check. Tailored, custom-made suit? Check. Planning everything to the most minute detail? YES. He’ll run himself dry working on creating the perfect wedding, it’ll take some convincing from MC to tone it down lmao.

* He’ll still insist on inviting absurd guests just like he did with the RFA parties, but in all honesty, he just wants MC besides him, Saeran and Yoosung next to him as hie best men (yes he can have both of them shush), the rest of the RFA there to congratulate him and MC on their special day; the people he loves, to celebrate the day of uniting with his one true love, that’s all Saeyoung wants.

* To be able to say ‘I love you MC’, and to have MC tell him ‘I love you, Saeyoung’-to formally and completely leave the life of 707 behind, to have his brother hug him, congratulate him on his wedding-this is all more than enough to make Saeyoung cry happy tears, pushing his palms on his eyes as he laughs and cries at the same time, letting MC hug him to help him calm down.

* While he does dream of a classic classy wedding, he loves the colour red a little too much, so he’d try and sneak it in there, be it in a vest or bow tie lol (he’d absoloutely wear a bow tie instead of a tie, and he’d be allowed one (1) doctor who joke for the duration of the ceremony lmao)

* ((also....not relevant to the wedding itself, but his marriage proposal would absoloutely be at a planetarium, js))

* As for MC...they’d spent nights on the couch together, eating chips and wondering what they’d each wear on the day of their wedding. They ended up taking Jaehee and some more of their friends with them when looking for a dress, as much as Saeyoung pouted and asked to tag along.

* It was worth it to keep him in the dark though; his big wide eyes as MC walked towards him, how he had to bite his lip to stop giggling like a fool, he was jumping up and down at the altar, giggling behind his hands as he mumbled ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god allah and buddha!’.

* “Holy shit” he whispered to himself, earning a stern gaze from the preacher, his brother groaning in the background. MC took it as a compliment though, smiling up at him as they stood across him.

* This boy....will cry real ugly snort filled tears at his wedding vows, I guarantee it.

V/JIHYUN:

* BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING

* Like hello??? Have you seen this hippie-ass man at the end of his route?? He’ll be so happy with a marriage ceremony in the forest, in a little church that looks almost abandoned in its little spot at the edge of the woods, in a little city no one knew before V brought it up.

* He’d love to help decorate and renovate the church for their wedding, using funds taken from a painting collection he did featuring the very forest the church sits besides.

* (I can also totally picture their wedding taking place in a botanical garden/greenhouse, if you’d rather skip the church option! Just surrounded by plants and nature :D)

* Even if it’s not a boho wedding though-just being able to spend the rest of his life besides MC, the person that truly taught him what love is, that’s all handsome mint boy needs.

* Honestly...he’s extra enough to be the kind of guy that ditches the shirt, so I can imagine him wearing something like the following, but in a darker colour;

* As for MC....yeah I’m gonna add my personal favorite here bc bOHO WEDDING DRESSES ARE GORGEOUS AND MC WOULD LOOK LIKE A FAE APPEARING THROUGH THE WOODS AND JIHYUN WOULD ABSOLOUTELY GASP AT THE SIGHT OF THEM, WIPING AWAY A STRAY TEAR AS HE KISSES THEIR FOREHEAD WHEN THEY REACH HIM AT THE ALTAR, SAYING A QUIET ‘THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU’ ONLY MC CAN HEAR.

((something with a little simpler bust, but the puffy sleeves,,,flowy dress,,,the line cut that’s honestly so charming on any figure,,,fight me this is the cutest kind of dress))

UNKNOWN/SAERAN:

* He’d really want a small, closed wedding just for him, MC, and the RFA sure, why not (he’s kidding, he’s grown really fond of them all but he refuses to openly admit it)

* If MC suggests they hold their ceremony at a greenhouse he’ll be over the moon; he’ll personally visit the greenhouse and make sure all the flowers are in tip top condition for their wedding.

* For his own suit, he’d like to keep things simple, maybe even ditching the whole suit and tie thing;

* I really imagine him with a suit similar to this, but ditching the vest , with flowers pinned to his blazer that he looks fondly at, knowing MC will be holding a bouquet just like these, ones he himself picked out with all his love and care, removing each thorn to make sure nothing can harm their hands as they hold the bouquet.

* As MC walks towards him through the greenhouse his breath shudders, any words he may have had dying in his throat; MC looks ethereally beautiful and he’s out of words as they come to stand in front of him, his lips trembling.

* Is this person really his? The one he’ll be able to hold, to love for as long as he lives? He shakingly takes MC’s hand in his, giving them a tight squeeze as he smiles.

* “In sickness and in health” he whispers, smiles as MC says it back.

* In sickness and in health.

-Send me mystic messenger headcanons for character reactions-

#this honestly took way more time than it'd take to make a usual headcanon post #bc i took so much time looking for photos orz #still this was cute and easy to write given my circumstances #hope ya like it!#asks #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger prompts #mysme prompts #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #jumin han #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #jihyun kim #Anonymous

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