#-SO SO SO SO SO happy that they like it :> their enjoyment of one of my longest running interests has brought me so much joy and made an-

[rooniearts]

Pitayaverse Asks............ TWO!

I once again have a good handful of asks regarding Pitayaverse, so here goes another post! :'D This time around there's about 29 asks I'll be answering! Enjoy <3

Silver's fine! His fur is just darkening with age :] Think of it like how a Siamese cat's fur works - he starts out looking almost fully white, but his limbs and face slowly darkens over time.

REAL,,, petition to let Tails hit his brother with hammers

@dahliacloud

Oh yes, he resents him deeply. He had no part in any of this, but still slowly but surely ended up with all of Sonic's responsibilities. But by far the worst part for him is seeing how much it all affects this tiny little baby girl. THAT is what truly infuriates him.

It's come to my attention that this ask is probably about his Archie backstory, which I unfortunately don't know much about and so isn't canon to the AU ;v; I'm going with the vague idea that they don't have parents for whatever reason and had to grow up alone together

But in that case, I still like to think it has a part to play, yeah. Tails knows how hard it is to grow up without a parent, and he knows Sonic does too, so he can't comprehend why he isn't trying harder to give this kid that love and stability.

@lowkeuu

LMAOOO idek how that would work with a fox! Maybe his fur thins? Idk :'D but he absolutely does start growing grey hairs pretty young

Oh, yeah. Having the Kind Patient Sweet one of the group snap and pop the fuck off on someone is scary every time it happens. All of them, Shadow included, would definitely be taken aback at the very least.

If I do end up giving them a kid, then this is absolutely the way I'd go with it. I can't let my boy go through even more turmoil in this AU, he's had more than enough :')

AWW LOL, see I like this take on it. That's very cute and I think he would just actually volunteer to take them in at that point too :D

[Referring to this post]

She does, but calling them that is a habit she picked up from Tails. Sonic and Knuckles just only referred to themselves and eachother as "dad," so when she'd talk to Tails about them he'd ask her to specify whether she meant "Sonic-dad" or "Knuckles-dad." Eventually she just started using those terms every time she spoke to or about them!

As Pitaya grows up, Knuckles graduates from "Knuckles-dad" to just "dad", but she eventually just starts calling Sonic by his name. Sonic doesn't really mind this, except for the few times that Knuckles gets to hold it over his head

HEHEHE loving all this Pitaya hype from y'all!! Thank you and yes, she deserves the world <3

YESSS! It's so important to me that she grows up to be happy. Maybe not well adjusted, but she's got endless determination and is not afraid to speak her mind!

[Referring to this post]

I mean, it's part of why. His actions didn't exactly do much to alleviate her doubts, either.

@your-local-cattus-enjoyer

The master post is right here! There may be a few stray asks that aren't listed, but they should still be under the tag

The basic gist of it is that he was just really neglectful. He was barely there, and when he was, it was often only a matter of time before he and Knuckles started fighting. As an adult, she's also really upset that he let Tails take over all the heavy lifting for him when he was still just a kid too.

Once in a while! Usually whenever both Knuckles and Tails are preoccupied for whatever reason. All their stories of clever sleuthing and high-stakes tussles is what made her want to be a detective one day :]

And yes, actually, she did! Her and Echo, and occasionally Psi and Alloy, end up forming their own New Chaotix Detectives group! They just aren't nearly as active as Vector, Espio and Charmy were :')

LOL, for sure! She loooves her cool uncles Vector, Espio and Charmy. She knows they've always got her back <3

Mighty USED to be in the cool uncle camp, but absolutely not anymore. That went out the window the second he got with Sonic. She does love Knuckles, but she's had her ups and downs with him. Ray she just doesn't really know at all, he just goes in the resentment bin by association :'D

That's so true actually,,,, my obvious Chaotix bias is showing :'D

But hmm, that's a good question. If they were to end up together, I think they probably wouldn't have kids, no. I like to imagine they'd be the type of couple who live seperately and just visit eachother frequently, and not like married with kids.

@inkmaams

Their go-to babysitter list is very short because Silver gets very very paranoid over them :'D It consists of Blaze&Amy and Vector ONLY. And it took Espio AGES to convince Silver to let Vector take care of them in the first place

[Referring to this post]

Yup :') He was probably not gonna tell them about any of that, but alas he and Espio spawned Little Mr. Thought Police so now he has no choice but to explain himself </3

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Maybe not robots, but in theory, I guess he probably could read aliens' minds. I was mostly referring to humans/mobians, but there's no reason he couldn't try on other sentient organic beings. However, I feel like they may end up being incomprehensible noise to him because of how differently an alien's brain would work to his own

As for when he's in meltdown mode and can hear everyone all at once, no, he can't hear everyone in the universe, just those that are within a certain radius. Think of it as like whatever a normal hearing range would be, just not obstructed by walls.

Yes! Espio and Silver are married and besides one or two blow-ups, they happily stay that way. And Sonic and Mighty are at the very least life partners, whether they get married or not (I haven't yet decided lol)

Besides them, Blaze and Amy are also married! And Knuckles and Rouge too eventually :]

LMAO, Sonic WISHES. But nay, Mighty had to go and be a spoilsport and put a rule against backwards names. Rude of him tbh.

bro just can't stop spawning babies, what can I say🥀

@scribble0rat

LOL yeah the poor guy only had a vague idea of what he was signing up for. He had met Pitaya once in a while when she was young, and he knew Sonic had struggled with being there for her and that something happened between him and his friend group, but he didn't realize just how angry not only Pitaya was, but also Tails. He's using all those years of anger management to their fullest to tank this situation, I fear :'D

AND YESSS my boy needs more love <3 Us Mighty girlies have to stick together💪

AWWW that's actually such a cute thought experiment!!!!

It's hard to say, but I think they'd be relatively close. Maybe not joined at the hip, but they'd appreciate one another. They're both very similar in personality, it's just mostly that Echo is an introvert and Silver is a HUGE extrovert. The only conflict I can think of is that Echo is very much a copycat, and I think Silver might get annoyed with that pretty quick.

@marinette-sky

No, Shadow is Echo's only parent via cloning shenanigans. Sonic has nothing to do with her, thank goodness :'D

And thank you!! Much appreciated!!! <3

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Happy 3k celebration. This is my first request, but I have been reading your content for some time, and I have really enjoyed it

Can I have neuvillette with the the whole alphabet I need more of my subby dragon boy

Again, happy 3k, and thank you in advance

Author's Note: Aw, thank you! I'm so glad you've stuck around for so long! One Neuvillette comin' at ya 💙 (neuvi has 2 cocks btw!!)

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Through heavy breaths, Neuvillette will let you know just how good you were. He can be quite descriptive with his praise too, usually enough to fluster you, even though it's his legs that feel like jelly.

He likes to rest his head on your chest, or your shoulder/crook of your neck if he's able to. Neuvillette is sore after sex, so a nice warm bath followed by cuddling with you is appreciated 👍

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He has… never thought about his own body much. And it's not like people are staring at him disrespectfully (not often, anyhow-) but I do think he would find his hands sort of attractive?

For you, he adores every part of you~ (definitely doesn't fantasize about your strong arms picking him up to rail him… heh 🥴)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Oh, the joys of dragon cum. Neuvillette has extra liquidy cum, and he usually shoots A LOT at once, from both cocks. Dragon semen has a unique smell and taste to it as well; it's extremely alluring to most humans, so it acts as an aphrodisiac to you AND to his own species. Even if his cum is just splattered across his chest or pooled on whatever is under him, Neuvillette and you become even hornier after his first orgasm~

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hm… I have a feeling that Neuvillette would secretly love footjobs.

HEAR ME OUT– You, sitting in his chair in his office, a smirk on your lips while you rub his pretty cocks with your foot. Neuvi, naked from the waist down, coat off and shirt unbuttoned, disheveled and blushing profusely while you jerk him off with your feet. The humiliation is what truly makes this enjoyable — but he's not going to admit that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

This sweet, innocent man… he has no clue what to expect. It's not like Neuvillette has ever had a partner prior to you, and he certainly has no time to screw around with anyone, nor did he have a desire to. You're his first for everything, and you'll need to gently guide him through the joys of sex. He does pick things up quickly, so you only need to explain something once and Neuvillette will get the hang of it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

He's not picky, whatever gets your cock to reach that special spot inside of him is perfect for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not goofy at all. Not intentionally, at least. Sometimes he says something so cute that it makes you laugh, but it's not on purpose 😅

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Yes, the carpet definitely matches the drapes — meaning that he has blue streaks in his thin, white pubic hair. And I'd say his pubic hair is naturally more neat and tidy than most people's. He doesn't really have to trim it for it to look groomed.

In general, I don't think Neuvillette would have a lot of body hair. What he has instead are patches of scales, tinted blues and purples.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Extremely so — it's impossible to have sex without some form of intimacy with Neuvillette. He gets quite clingy too, thanks to his draconic origins, so his hands are always searching for you, his body is always turning towards yours like a flower does to the sun.

Wrapping your arms around Neuvillette is something he really likes, as well as kissing you while you fuck him deeply. The more passion, the better!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Neuvillette did not have a clue what masturbation was before you explained it to him. It's not something he would do often, but occasionally he does get that itch, and if you're not available to help him, then he might take care of it himself. Though he would greatly prefer if you helped him instead ;(

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding & overstimulation (if that's considered a kink). He's rather vanilla when it comes to kinks and sex in general.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Nestled in a pile of blankets, or in a large bathtub/in water somewhere. <- preferably away from the public eye; someone spoting the Iudex getting his hole stretched is not on Neuvillette's agenda…

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There's not a whole lot that won't turn him on. Being in your presence will automatically draw out his clingy nature, and if you continue to stick around, possibly tease him a bit, wrap him in your embrace, then Neuvi's pants will become a bit too tight…

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving blood.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I think he would enjoy receiving much more. Don't get me wrong, Neuvillette is happy to suck your cock if you ask nicely and reward him with praise and headpats! But your mouth kissing and sucking on both of his dicks drives him wild! 😳

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I'd say he prefers a more sensual pace. Quick thrusts are good too, but not every single time you have sex. Neuvillette values slow and steady.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No. Nope. Quickies will not be a thing between you two. Neuvi will either have proper, intimate sex, or he'll wait and make you wait.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not often, and it entirely depends on what you want to try. Again, Neuvi sticks to vanilla-ish sex and rather tame kinks, and I don't think he would be comfortable with certain kinks or risky locations.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Obviously, since he isn't human, he has inhuman stamina. If you're able to fuck him throughout the entire night, past sunrise, he can handle that no problem. Neuvillette can also have multiple orgasms with ease, and, in fact, he normally does whenever you have sex.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think he would use toys, but only ones that you get him. Maybe a vibrator? I can picture him being into something like that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very mild, very rare teasing. Neuvillette doesn't normally tease, but once every blue moon he might want to tease… he likes the way you fuck into him a bit rougher when he does ;)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Noisy, but not super loud. He moans, whines, whimpers (a lot). His hole and cocks make more noise than his mouth sometimes too, with all of the bodily fluids that they produce 😵‍💫

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

MATING SEASON!! DRAGON HEATS!! BREEDING KINK GO BRR!!!!

Uh, yeah, anyway- Neuvillette has a heat cycle and becomes quite insatiable during mating season. This is when he builds a nest of sorts and burrows into whatever he makes it out of. Very stereotypical heat behavior here: rutting into whatever his nest is made out of, humping blankets or your clothes, nuzzling far more frequently, nipping at your skin during sex, more stamina than usual and a desire for you to not pull out. That kind of thing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

TWO DRAGON DICKS!!!! 📢🗣️🐉

His dicks aren't massive, not compared to his body size anyway, but they're not small either. His anatomy does not resemble human anatomy either, btw. I picture his cocks being slightly blueish? Perhaps different shades, a gradient, if you will. I don't have a concrete image of his genitals, they're just vaguely dragonish.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

A little on the high side, if I'm being honest. Dragons and their libidos can be a lot to handle… it's easy for Neuvillette's draconic instincts to kick in and turn him into a dripping mess when he was perfectly fine moments ago.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This entirely depends on how intense the sex was, whether or not it's mating season, and various other factors.

Intense sex, marathon mating sex, longer sessions = falling asleep quickly

Less intense sex, not mating season or in heat, shorter sessions = staying awake afterwards

[strawbairicake]

the kitten incident- dr. ratio x reader

synopsis: the four times you tried convincing Veritas to get a kitten, and the one time he gifted you… an “unexpected” surprise. 

warnings: ummm pacing, my kinda bad (read: beginner/novice) writing, pls be nice to me. bad (/non existent) characterization of Ratio! other than that, none! this is disgustingly fluffy haha! 

word count: ~1.3k (idk dude i stopped counting after 1010 words)

tagging: @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n (since you eat up all of my writing), @fairycourts (would like to know what you think of this!), @m1ckeyb3rry, @sheyfu, and @cmiru!

author’s note: my first attempt at writing a full-length fic! don’t expect this to happen much from me, haha (unless requested ofc!)! this is a birthday gift to myself, so this is very self-indulgent! for reference, you have a best friend in this story named Ares! she’s amazing and based off of my real life bestie! hope you enjoy; worked very hard on this! <3

a… very convincing car ride home.

after a date at a cat café, Veritas was regretting taking you out anywhere. you would not stop talking about getting a kitten. his internal monologue was filled with thoughts about you shutting up. he wouldn’t voice hurtful thoughts to you, of course, but if you could shut up, that’d be great.

“Veritas?”

“yes, (name)?”

“can we please get a kitten?” 

Veritas glanced at you before returning his eyes to the road. 

“I’ll consider it if you keep your mouth shut the rest of the drive home.” 

you were as quiet as a mouse for the rest of the drive, much to Veritas’s enjoyment. you both made your way to your shared apartment. Veritas led you both into the apartment, where he was slightly surprised to see how quiet you still were. that lasted five minutes- oh, off you went rambling about getting a kitten again. ah well, surely this is a phase that will pass? it’s like when children beg their parents to get a pet and they won’t drop the topic until they get what they wanted. surely this won’t be the same situation with you, right? 

oh well, only one way to find out.

a quiet chat over dinner.

after arriving home after the initial conversation, you and Veritas decided to prepare a light snack to go along with dinner. your routine with Veritas when it came to meals was simple: you prepare any snacks you both wanted, and he would prepare dinner. you set a bowl of fruits and other snacks on the table while your partner finishes preparing the meal before joining you at the table. for once, he initiates the conversation. 

“are you still thinking about a kitten?” 

“yeah, why do you ask?” 

Veritas sighed and you smiled- there was just no winning when it comes to him, is there?

“hypothetically speaking, if we were to be adopting a kitten- don’t get your hopes up- what breed are you most looking into?” 

your eyebrows raised. what a hypothetical. but answering honestly seems to be the only way to answer. 

“probably a calico or a tortoiseshell. my childhood friend had the latter and she was very sweet. plus i have experience with cats, so it’s not like i’m picking a breed i couldn’t handle.” 

Veritas hummed, slightly amused with your statement. he made a mental note for when he goes to the animal shelter next weekend while you’re away. 

”bothering” him while he works in your home office. 

to say you bothered your lover is an overstatement… probably! Dr. Ratio shows his love to you in his own ways. they may not be the most conventional of ways, but they are ways! you put in love in the relationship, too, more upfront in a way, with him. you’re both happy, healthy, and for the most part- content, with how things are. until the damn kitten talk comes up again, and that makes your partner want to rip his hair out (lovingly). it’s not that he dislikes animals, he seems to be very neutral towards them, while you’re definitely the animal magnet between the two of you. Dr. Ratio loves you, he really does! but if he hears about this damn kitten one more time, he might combust, mentally… maybe! you can’t help it if you want something, you just HAVE to tell everyone everything about said thing! it’s human nature, or something!

so here you are, sitting in your lover’s office in your reading nook while he quietly works on grading his students’ essays or whatever- you stopped listening a while ago, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) for him. you were reading a book, he was working, and all seemed well with the world. at least, he thought so. he heard you shuffle your way out of your nook over to his desk. you just stood next to him and watched as he wrote (surprisingly nice handwriting for a “doctor”) some comments on a student’s essay. he could tell you were waiting for when he wouldn’t be as busy, and he was glad you had that courtesy, if nothing else. so when he input the student’s grade and set the paper essay to the side, he sighed and looked up at you. 

“if it’s about a kitten, could the conversation wait until after we bathe?” 

and the shine in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. 

overhearing you on a call with your friend (and the aftermath). 

your best friend, Ares, has risen from the dead, hooray! but in all seriousness, she had been so busy with her job that she hadn’t gotten in touch with you in what felt like FOREVER. you’re listening to Ares talk about her job, books, and a whole bunch of other things. and then the call goes pretty quiet on your side, just long enough to be noticed by your friend.

“oh yeah,” she pipes up after a few minutes of silence on your end, “how’s the cat debacle going? has he come around?” 

“he told me he’s thinking about it, but it was kind weird the other day! he asked a hypothetical question that did not sound like a hypothetical at all.”

“well, what’d he say?” 

“he said, and I quote, ahem, ‘hypothetically speaking, if we were to be adopting a kitten- don’t get your hopes up- what breed are you most looking into?’ i don’t know, Jade, it just seemed… off. like i should be expecting something, and i’m not, if that makes sense.” you answered.

“girl, how the hell did you remember what he said verbatim? anyway! that totally makes sense! maybe he’s planning a surprise for you and can barely keep the secret together.” she smiled at you through the screen. 

you replied a quick “yeah, maybe” before realizing Veritas was just outside the door to your shared bedroom, overhearing your conversation. he waits for your conversation to end before coming in the room. but before he enters, he quickly shoots a message to Ares herself: “do they know?” and he gets almost excited when Ares texts back almost immediately, “no, but i almost accidentally spilled what’s going on. you NEED to tell them soon! good luck!” 

that was suddenly all of the confirmation the astute doctor needed. 

the kitten incident (a good one, i promise!)! 

Veritas greeted you in your shared home, which was odd. he always came home after you, so it was mildly strange he was waiting for you. but you paid this slight change no mind- maybe he just wanted to spend time with you and got his things done early. he greeted you from the kitchen. you made your way over to him. 

“hi, love. how was your day?”

“oh my god! today was sooo long!” you reply as you cling to his waist. Veritas hums and puts a hand on one of your forearms and rubs little circles into the flesh. he finishes preparing a light snack for himself since you already ate dinner with some friends an hour ago. you moved away from him as he took your hand, which got your attention.

“come see, i have a surprise for you.”

“oh god, what did i do?” 

Veritas lets out a light chuckle. 

“i can’t spoil my significant other without them thinking they did something wrong? i’m hurt, (name).”

you laughed as he set his snack down on the counter and led you to the living room where a small box was sitting on the coffee table. 

“here, open it.” he handed the box to you carefully. you looked at him skeptically before sitting on the sofa and opening the box. inside the box was a tiny calico kitten, the one you had been talking about visiting for at least two weeks now. she was so tiny, most likely the runt of her litter, and you kept telling Veritas how much you liked her. you were devastated when you found out she was adopted. you gently picked the sleeping kitten up from the box, and she opened her eyes, and then proceeded to let out the tiniest and most polite meow you’ve ever heard. you looked to Veritas and then the kitten back and forth about five times as he laughed and nudged your shoulder.

“look at her collar.”

you looked at the tag on her collar and your breath hitched. marry me, the tag read. as you turn to face your lover, you find him sitting next to you with a ring box in hand, proposing to you out of the blue, with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. 

©2025 strawbairicake. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Light's Chapter 440

Brief summary: Clopeh's group removes the bugging devices in their lodging. Lots of plotting.

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Today was similar to the last chapter. Nothing much happened except for a few funny scenes. There were some plotting from Cale's group, the GoC cult, and the Demon King's group, but it was not that important, so let's skip that.

Clopeh acted like Ron today, serving Cale cookies and lemonade! 😂 And Cale was completely fine with it. Heck, he was even happy to have Clopeh around. 😂

Cale: You're trying to get them to fight, aren't you? Clopeh: Isn't that what Cale-nim wished for when he told about the Gray Disease rumor? Cale: *smiles sincerely* You really make my work enjoyable. Clopeh: …Thank you! *brightly smiles and feels ecstatic* Clopeh: *discusses their future plans* Cale: Exactly. Exactly, that's what I was thinking. Narrator: Cale looked at Clopeh, and for the first time, he felt himself smile. Cale: Here. *hands Clopeh a cookie* Narrator: The sight of Clopeh eating the cookie felt so comforting. Cale: (With him by my side, I can probably be a slacker.) *unconsciously imagines a happy future* Raon: Looks like my human will team up with Clopeh and have a huge fight in this castle, and we'll have to protect the human and Sui Khan from getting hurt! On and Hong: *agrees* Sui: *touches his nape that suddenly felt cold* Narrator: It was similar to the feeling he felt before Choi Jung Soo and Kim Rok Soo caused an accident, and Team Leader Sui Khan involuntarily gripped the scabbard on his side hard.

Cale feeling happy to have Clopeh by his side was new. 😂😂😂 But his delusions of slacker life though... 🤣🤣🤣 Raon's comment too. 🤣🤣🤣 And Sui's accident detection radar. 🤣🤣🤣

The funny thing was... the author dropped this foreshadowing after that conversation:

Three days later, Moraka Castle was completely shattered and collapsed. No one had yet recognized this future.

Given that CH and HD would have arrived at Simon's castle by that time, I guess they would be involved in the castle's destruction too. 😂

Ending Remarks Happy Cale and Clopeh today. 😂 Next chapter would be Clopeh and Cale's meeting with Simon. I wonder what more tricks Clopeh would reveal.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Bill/Josh in a relationship with you...

Bill Dickey/Josh Levy x fem!reader

warning: kissing, cuddling, tiny comfort Josh is Josh and Bill is Bill, no use of Y/n

info: Have fun with this little drabble, don't worry, Jerry and Pete will also get one ;)

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Bill Dickey

°He was the leader, the president of the club, a source of infinite knowledge. He didn't need anyone at his side, beneath him, because of the power he had...but still, Bill found himself with a female companion by his side. His girlfriend.

°He never thought he would get a girlfriend; he didn't want one, he didn't need one. At least that's what he said at the beginning, before he came to the comic book store on that damn special offer day and picked up the same Batman comic she wanted. A mistake that met with her offer of a test. “Who knows more about comics?” she said, and the whole store was eager to see if he would refuse.

°However, his cursing and ranting made him look like a chicken, so he accepted, thinking it would be his first defeat. It took hours before she beat him with a question from anime and manga. “Manga are comics, Bill, whether American or Japanese, you lost,” she told him, but instead of taking the comic with her, she suggested something completely different.

°At first, they only met once a week, when he was allowed to read the comic and she simply enjoyed his company. They ate snacks, a movie played in the background, and Bill sat as far away from her as her room would allow. But she had fun finally doing something with him, and Bill, well, Bill would be lying if he called that certain something unpleasant.

°He would never call her his girlfriend, but when he watched her and saw how happy she was with her merchandise, her comics, and her TV shows, he couldn't hide the satisfaction on his own face. “You're a real fan,” he said, and that day, he sat down next to her and his fingers wandered to hers as they watched the latest Star Trek movie together.

°Bill could be difficult, his emotions fluctuated worse than a space storm on the Enterprise, but you knew how to deal with him. Whether it was a kiss or a new character from a Happy Meal, once you figured him out, you knew how to handle the bespectacled guy. But Bill also took notes, remembering your favorite food, favorite color, favorite comic, and favorite TV show so he could keep an eye out for items for your collection.

°Bill liked it when you cuddled up to him and he could put his arm around you. It even made him proud to have a girlfriend, and when he was sure you were asleep, he would kiss you on the head and continue watching the movie as if nothing had happened. Because even though it was difficult, Bill loved his girlfriend and the time he spent with her, because she was the comic book to his heart.

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Josh Levy

°He would have been lying if he said he didn't want a girlfriend. But if he was honest, he wanted one, his B-movie stars could only give him a 'relationship' so far. So he was all the more delighted when he found himself with you again at a small convention, you both reached for the Boba Fett figure, but your Princess Leia cosplay had made him weak.

°But worried that she would make fun of him, his interests, his hobby, his life, and his body, she offered to go to the convention with him instead. He accepted the offer immediately and was happy to pose in front of every camera as the defender of his rebel princess.

°From the day after you exchanged numbers, you chatted every day, talked on the phone while he read comics and you made your cosplays. It was unusual for him to do so much with someone at first, it was different from the club, but without the arguments it was actually enjoyable.

°Josh is proud of you. He was proud to have a girlfriend, and one who loved Star Wars, too. He could especially brag about it to Bill, who said he would never get one. “Well, I told you, my girlfriend is the best,” said the bespectacled boy proudly, and she kissed him on the cheek for the sake of the situation, knowing she had to show his friends how much she loved her cute nerd.

°Because if there was one thing she loved about him, it was the way he always entertained her. No matter when or where, he always had something to talk about or to distract her with. Whether she was sad or bored, one call for her “Yoshi,” as she called him, and he would start talking and distracting her.

°The best part was that he always had snacks with him, chips, chocolate, pretzel sticks, or just any kind of sandwich. Josh was prepared for anything, from every outing to Star Wars marathons, where his height was a blessing. He was perfect at cuddling and actually loved it when someone cuddled up to him and gave him a pretzel stick every now and then.

°For him, the best thing besides cuddling and kissing, taking naps together after Star Wars and Star Trek movie marathons, was your cosplays. From Princess Leia to Padmé Amidala, he had a lot of outfits to choose from, and he scheduled a photo shoot for each one to fill his album.

°An album he proudly showed to his friends and eager “fans” at conventions when you participated in cosplay competitions and Josh gave his all for his love in the audience. He was grateful to her, grateful for her understanding and love, for accepting him as he was. It was the least he could do to pave the way to victory for his space princess.

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Dove (A Zombie!Ghost Story) Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 3452 Warnings: some suggestive thoughts/actions, mentions of past abuse, more pining, fluff, minor alcohol use, several large timeskips Notes: There is actually no possible version of this chapter that I'm fully happy with lol. But I hate this one the least. And I hope y'all still find it somewhat enjoyable XD All dividers were made by @/sweetmelodygraphics (original post here). The zombie divider indicates the text below is Ghost's POV, the dove divider indicates Lelia's POV. The combined dove and zombie divider represents a time skip but not a POV change. I still have no beta for this fic so all SPAG and consistency errors are my own, feel free to point them out. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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The snow came down heavily most nights over the next few weeks, and Lelia was stuck in the cottage more often than not, leaving Simon to continue scavenging alone. Food wasn’t as plentiful in the village as they’d hoped, and at one point, Simon brought back two dead, clumsily skinned squirrels after his hunt. Lelia was horrified, shrieking in disgust when she saw them, and then tearing up out of pity for the poor things.

She ate them anyway.

It wasn’t all bad, though. She managed to convince Simon to let her paint his nails after she caught him watching her do her own. He objected to the sparkly pink color she was using, so they compromised on a pretty shade of light blue. He’d gone silent and looked at it for a long time when she first offered it to him, and he’d seemed almost… sad. Or perhaps lost was the better word. When she’d tried to ask him about it, he’d just shrugged and stayed quiet, not even letting out a grunt or groan. She’d pursed her lips in concern, and spent the next hour trying to cheer him up by telling him how stunning he’d look with his new nails.

Simon had pretended not to be amused, but she could tell that he was.

Today, she was reading him poetry when she was struck with a sudden thought.

“Simon,” she said, getting his attention. He opened his eyes, staring up at her from where his head was laying in her lap. She bit her lip, hesitating for a second, but then continued. “Would you… I mean, you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, of course, but— would you like me to try to teach you how to read?”

Simon didn’t answer for a long moment, didn’t so much as move, and she started to worry that she’d upset him. She didn’t know why he couldn’t read—he had to have been able to at some point, to be a soldier, but she didn’t know if he had lost the ability before or after he died. She didn’t even know if he knew.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, when the silence got to her. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to presume—”

Simon cut her off by sitting up and cupping her cheek with one hand, looking into her eyes. The cloudy film on his own had begun to fade two weeks past, showing hints of the brown beneath. It was nice to finally know their color. Just like the dirty blond hair, brown suited him.

Neither of them knew what it meant, that it was coming back. Neither of them dared to hope, either.

“Yyeah,” Simon grunted, tapping the poetry book and nodding. “Llllearn… yyeahh.”

“Yeah?” Lelia echoed, a slow, tentative smile blooming on her face. She felt his thumb dig into the apple of her cheek lightly, and it made her blush. She quickly looked away, down at her book. “Well… I’ll have to grab some paper and a pen, then. We’ll start by relearning the alph—”

Simon’s hand moved to grip her chin, lifting her face again. A small, stuttered breath left her, her eyes widening as they looked into his once more.

Is he going to kiss me?

As soon as she had the thought, she realized how stupid it was—not just because Simon didn't have lips, but because he couldn’t possibly see her in such a way, either.

Do I want him to see me in such a way?

Do I see him that way?

Simon was still staring at her, slightly-less cloudy eyes raking over every inch of her face. His broken jaw quivered where it hung, drool sliding out the corner and down his chin. Without thinking about it, Lelia reached up to wipe it away. A second later, she blinked in surprise at the instinctiveness of the gesture. But what was there to be shocked about? She cleaned his drool all the time. She always had. And she always would.

Oh. Oh.

She sucked in a deep breath, feeling dizzy as the realization rocked through her. She loved him. She loved Simon, her zombie, her protector, her only friend. She felt stupid that she hadn’t noticed her own feelings sooner—how many times had she thought about how handsome he was? How many times had she thought that he was the only person who had ever made her happy? That she was selfishly glad the world had ended, because it had brought them together?

It was so obvious, she almost laughed. But then Simon let go of her and tapped the book again, and the spell was broken. She delicately cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way her heart raced in her chest, and the way her whole world felt like it’d been turned on its head. She could agonize over what she was supposed to do now, how she was supposed to act like everything was normal when she was in love with a zombie who would never love her back—or she could teach that zombie to read, like she had offered. She could avoid ruining her relationship with the only person to ever care about her, or she could risk it all.

Lelia had never been very brave.

“I’ll go get that paper,” she said, making her choice. 

Time passed.

He spent most of it in genuine fucking domestic bliss with his dove, cuddled up with her in front of the fireplace when the snow kept her trapped inside, and exploring the village with her when it didn’t. Every little treasure she found made its way back to their cottage, turning it into something resembling a home. She’d even collected a few children’s workbooks for him, and she’d looked so excited that he couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed—especially not when they actually helped. He could recognize the first dozen or so letters of the English alphabet, now, all thanks to her. His beautiful miracle worker.

“Hold still,” Lelia scolded him lightly when he reached over to try and run his fingers through her hair. He grumbled but relented as she batted his hand away, focusing back on his bare arm, which was laid out on the kitchen table, palm facing up. She was carefully filling in his tattoos with a fluffy makeup brush and a bunch of colorful eyeshadow. The pallet she’d found the other day was massive, with over two dozen shades, half of which were downright ugly, in his opinion. He also didn't understand why anyone would need five different hues of blue, but Lelia had been ecstatic about that, so he supposed it wasn’t entirely stupid.

His dove had spent the last hour turning his greying, translucent skin into a damn rainbow. Purples, pinks, reds, yellows, oranges, greens, and all those shades of blue filled in the spaces between the black lines of his tattoos. He felt like a bloody coloring book—but it was worth it to see the proud little smile on Lelia’s face when she finally straightened up and set aside her brush.

“There,” she said, pleased. “Now we match.”

She batted her dark lashes at him, drawing attention to the light blue powder on her eyelids. He groaned. Loudly. Lewdly. But she just giggled, innocently unaware. Christ, she had no idea the things she did to him…

It was getting harder and harder to keep his desires to himself. She’d had another wet dream in his arms just the other night, and he nearly gave in right then and there. He'd wanted to touch her, to taste her, so fucking badly. It was only the memory of her teary, devastated face when she’d confessed about what that bastard of a husband used to do to her in her sleep that had him slipping out of the bed instead of slipping his hands into her sleep shorts.

Ghost was a monster, had been even before he died and came back wrong. But he wasn’t evil. He wouldn’t do that to her. He would never hurt a hair on her precious little head.

“You’re sniffing me again,” Lelia pointed out, and Ghost grunted as he leaned back, putting some space between them. He had been sniffing at her hair like a damn dog, without even realizing. Bloody hell, but that never stopped being embarrassing. “Do you need to go hunt?”

He shook his head, clearing his throat a bit awkwardly before standing up and fetching one of his workbooks from the shelf over the table, along with a pencil. Lelia smiled brightly, clearing away the makeup so there was space for him to practice. He sat back down and opened the book up to the last page they had worked on—one covering the letter N.

“Do you want a refresher?” His dove asked, but he shook his head. The letter was recognizable to him now, as were the ones that came before it, and he was eager to move on. He wanted to be able to read again, to write again. It would make communicating with Lelia so much easier.

“Alright then,” she said, turning to the next page for him. It just looked like two N’s smushed together. “This is the letter M, like in Mama. It makes a mmmuh sound when used in a word. Mmmuh. Mmmuh. It's written like this…”

Lelia loved Simon so much it hurt.

The thought never left her alone, not since she had realized it nearly a month ago. The ache in her cheeks from constantly smiling at the sight of him, the way her heart raced whenever he touched her, the not-nerves that squirmed in her belly when he let out that deep, rumbling growl—none of it would let her forget, not even for a second. Now that she was aware of how hopelessly in love she was, it was all she could think about.

She was sure she was doing a terrible job keeping her feelings a secret, but Simon never seemed to notice. Nothing changed between them, at least. She was simultaneously relieved and disappointed at that fact.

They were currently searching the only section of the village that they hadn’t been in before. Simon had insisted on sweeping the area before letting Lelia step foot in it, like a chivalrous knight of old from her favorite stories. She barely refrained from confessing then and there. Instead, she’d just told him to hurry back, her arms wrapped around him in a hug.

As ordered, he made it quick, returning only ten minutes after he’d gone. So of course, when an hour later a zombie stumbled out of a closet Lelia was looking for new clothes in, he blamed himself. Doubly so when she tripped and fell into a broken window trying to get away, the sharp glass splitting her skin. She could tell by the way Simon reacted, sprinting into the room at the sound of her scream, an inhuman snarl tearing from his throat as he tackled the zombie to the floor and ripped it to shreds.

It was the first time since the cabin that she’d seen him fight another undead, and though it was scary, it was concerningly attractive, too. There was something wrong with her, she was sure, because the sight of Simon covered in gore and viscera, chest heaving, teeth bared… it made her heart race and her body feel warm.

But just like every other time she feared she was being exceedingly obvious about how badly she wanted him, he was oblivious. She found herself almost wishing he would notice, or that she could find the bravery to tell him, because living like this was painful.

But not as painful as it would be if he found out the truth and left her because of it.

Lelia insisted on cleaning Simon the second they got back to the cottage, refusing to let him have a look at the cut on her arm until she’d brushed his teeth and helped him change into fresh clothes. He’d fought her on that, but there were very few things she was stubborn about, so when she decided to be, she went all in. Only when she’d made it clear that she’d bleed out before letting him treat her wound while covered in zombie guts, did he finally relent. Even then, the second she was done, he scooped her up and carried her into the living room before plopping her onto the couch. He briefly disappeared into the kitchen, only to come back with a bottle of cheap whiskey to sterilize her wound with.

He poured a little bit of alcohol onto a clean rag and set the bottle down on the coffee table, before beginning to disinfect the deep cut on her forearm with gentle ministrations. It stung, but Lelia didn’t so much as twitch, used to far worse. Instead, she stared at the whiskey curiously.

It smelled something awful, nothing like the top shelf liquor her father and husband used to drink. Lelia found herself itching to try it regardless—neither man had ever let her have anything more than half a glass of champagne. Hard liquor wasn’t ladylike, after all.

She’d had a terrible dream about Andrew last night. Just the memory of it—hands, pushing her head underwater as his cock forced its way inside her—made her shudder. Maybe it was that—that need for reassurance that she was no longer his pretty little art piece to destroy on a whim—that had her reaching for the bottle. Maybe it was her brush with death earlier that day that had her taking a generous sip. Whatever it was, she regretted it instantly, the whiskey polluting her mouth with a taste so foul she thought she might be sick. It was even worse going down, burning her throat and making her cough like someone dying of tuberculosis.

Simon laughed, that familiar, gravelly chuckle settling in her chest, warm and heavy. Or perhaps that was the whiskey. Either way, she wanted to hear it again, so when Simon reached for the bottle to take it away from her, she pouted and took another, big sip. She gagged in between her coughs this time, but it was worth it. It was so worth it, because suddenly, Simon’s cold fingers left her bandaged arm, plucking the bottle from her grasp and setting it back on the table, before he tugged her off of the couch and into his lap. He gathered both her wrists in one hand, pinning them between their chests as he took her chin in the other. He swiped his thumb over her bottom lip, wiping away a drop of alcohol.

“Naughhhhh’yyyy,” he groaned, low and playful, and Lelia sucked in a sharp breath, eyelashes fluttering. The warmth spread outwards from her chest, and a shuddering gasp escaped her, hot air ghosting over Simon’s fingers as she fell into his touch, irresistibly drawn to him. She could have sworn she saw his own cloudy, speckled eyes darken, and felt his loose grip on her wrists tighten. Wishful thinking, probably, but she was struggling to think rationally between the slight buzz of alcohol in her brain and the dizziness caused by his touch.

Lelia shifted a little bit, straddling his strong things. Her heart raced in her chest and part of her knew she wouldn’t be so bold if not for the whiskey—but maybe that was why she had drank it after all. She just wanted to be as close to Simon as possible. She’d tuck herself inside the hollow of his chest, if she could.

He could be inside you.

Lelia shivered at the thought. That nervous squirming sensation in her belly was back, but she knew by now it wasn’t fear—it was something she had never experienced before, at least not to the degree Simon’s touches caused. No, it was the feeling she got when she saw a fit actor on the telly take off his shirt. It was the feeling she got when her Year Eleven English teacher—a handsome, slightly older man that wore reading glasses and sweater vests—called her a good girl for helping her fellow students whenever they didn’t understand the material like she did. And shamefully, it was the feeling she sometimes got—very rarely—when Andrew or the soldiers took her. But this time, there was no terror or disgust attached to the moment. There was just Simon, and how he made her feel. Safe. Treasured.

Aroused.

Simon was silent and still beneath her. He’d let go of her wrists, and his hands drifted down her body to settle on her hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of her sleep shirt to rub circles into her flesh. She swallowed, and then leaned forward, until her lips pressed against the hard plastic of his mask, right over his forehead. He shuddered, grip tightening, and Lelia moved her lips lower, kissing the spot just beneath his left eye, then his right.

“Please,” she begged Simon, voice soft and needy. “Please take it off… I want to see you. I want to see all of you.”

Simon stared up at her with an unreadable look in his foggy eyes, taking deep, rattling breaths even though she knew he didn’t need to. But then he jerked his head to the side sharply, a denial.

“Sssscaa’eee… yyyyouuu,” he mumbled, looking away. Lelia’s heart broke, and she tried to gently turn his face back towards hers, but he wouldn’t budge. She sighed, resting her temple against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, eyes still trained on him.

“You could never scare me, Simon,” she whispered. “Never. You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel safe.”

Don’t.

Ghost knew he should listen to the voice in his head—not Johnny’s, for once—and refuse. He’d traumatize his sweet little dove if she caught a glimpse of him. He could see it all too clearly—the second his gaunt, rotted face was revealed to her, she’d start crying and lock herself in her room.

But she’d asked, and he was pure shite at saying no to her.

Slowly, he reached up and began to lift his mask. Lelia’s eyes widened and she straightened before going perfectly still, watching with rapt attention. He swallowed thickly, fucking terrified that she would scream and run away. That this would ruin everything between them.

“Please,” she whispered again when he paused, hesitating. He gave a full-body twitch, but then yanked his mask the rest of the way off, like he was ripping off a plaster. She gasped, and Simon closed his eyes, unable to stand the sight of the horrified expression that was bound to be on her face.

Several seconds of silence passed, but then suddenly, he felt Lelia’s plush lips on his forehead. His eyes snapped open as she began to pepper his face with lingering kisses, just like she had his mask. He could feel the softness of her skin, the feathery touch and addictive warmth.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed in between kisses. Simon could barely hear her, entranced with the delicious, searing heat of her mouth on his cheeks, his nose, even his broken jaw and the corner of his lipless mouth. “Thank you… thank you for trusting me… for caring for me… for saving me… Simon, I—”

She cut herself off, pulling back to look into his eyes. As his hands found her hips again, he watched her carefully, a part of him still waiting for rejection.

“I love you, Simon.”

I love you. I love you. I love you, Simon.

Lelia’s soft words rang in his ears. He let out a choked noise, his hands squeezing her so tightly she whimpered. He immediately let go of her, and she looked at him with a mortified expression.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a rush, blinking rapidly as her eyes grew shiny. “Just— just forget I s-said anything, I shouldn’t h-have, I’m sorry—”

Simon didn’t have lips to kiss his dove with. He didn’t have the words to tell her how badly he wanted her. He couldn’t press her palm to his chest and show her how she made his heart race, the sensation just a phantom of memory.

But fuck, if he wouldn’t bloody well try.

He laid a hand over her heart, and recalled one of the first poems she read him—a favorite of hers, she’d said. Carefully, he spoke.

“Cccaaaarrryyyy thiiiiisss,” he patted his own chest with his other hand. “Innn hheeeerre.” The tears in her eyes spilled over, and finally, finally, she surged forward, her mouth crashing against. And for the first time since he’d died, Simon felt truly human.

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Ok, I’ve wanted to request this for a while but didn’t have the courage. But your having the courage to make a request to me deserves reciprocal action.

I would like to request, if you’re up for it, a sort of continuation of the wav “Girlfriend induces for you.” It was so sweet and playfully intimate. Could you do a scenario where she intentionally induces sneezes for him simply as a way to be affectionate? Preferably using an allergen, like flowers or perfume? And then gently tease him about how much it turns him into an absolute puddle for you?

Again, no worries if you’re not up for it. You’ll still be one of my favs regardless. But if you happen to do this, I may spontaneously combust from it in the best of ways would be very grateful. 🫠 Thanks for using your sweet voice and sneezes to delight all of us.

oh my god- that's absolutely so sweet >//< thank you so much!!~ and I absolutely adore your content too, as you know already, hehe~ I'm so glad you enjoy, and even more happy you asked for something!! i love filling requests, it makes me so happy~ I hope this is what you're looking for!~ I did it scriptless so it might be a touch scattered at times, but hopefully still enjoyable!!~

feat: sneezing, stifling, sniffling, light teasing/flirting, pet names, stuck sneeze, you pinch/rub my nose, purposefully inducing with an allergen for your benefit~

[paigegonerogue]

Phenomenal Episode

I saw other people posting their thoughts and stuff, so I wanted to as well lmao

Just a bunch of random stuff I wanted to talk about that I couldn’t dedicate a full post to! I adored this episode, so I’m just spreading the love.

If you were telling someone about me, you could say “I feel her love for The Last of Us”…

…sorry

Spoilers!!

Right off the bat, a stellar opening scene. Isaac already has so much presence. The way he just walks to the tank, throws the grenades in, and shuts the doors so calmly is utterly fantastic to watch. Jeffrey Wright is one of my all time favorite actors, and him being in my favorite show is just such a treat.

I posted before about how meaty the characters’ dynamics with queerness are, and this episode feels like a thesis statement to that fact. Everything about it is so well done. Apocalypse kids not knowing about pride and struggling with their identities even after the collapse of society because people cling onto the way the world worked before. Dina’s arc with Ellie is so beautiful, and the way the show handles queerness is just unparalleled.

Ellie’s comment about Apollo 13😭🤣 I’m so glad we got one episode of Ellie being, if not “okay”, then almost managing at times. It’s going to make her downward spiral all that much more painful. We can see how if she just leaves, she might be okay. She might be able to make herself a happy life, but we know she won’t. She’s going to tear herself apart, and seeing the paper worn but still intact beforehand just adds to the hurt.

Take on Me made me choke up. I’m not totally sure why, but that scene exudes this palpable tenderness that is, just, unbelievably beautiful. Also, holy shit, Bella’s voice is angelic. A perfect scene.

The tv station to subway sequence was so tense! My heart was pounding the whole time. It was fantastic! The editing of that scene, the visuals. Right before the infected attacked and we saw the blue lights shining through the red smoke was one of my favorite visual moments from the entire series. It was genuinely unreal.

Isaac’s interrogation scene is so stellar. Like I said, Jeffrey Wright absolutely exudes stage presence. He’s just giving us so much. He looks fantastic, not gonna lie. The sweater, the cooking, the screaming, that perfectly sets the tone of a character.

Ellie getting bit to protect Dina😭 Bella and Isabella are unreal, despite knowing they weren’t gonna die, the part right after where Dina holds Ellie at gunpoint kept my heart in my throat. When Dina begged Ellie not to fight, to not make it any harder on her, it was just about all I could do not to explode. And oh boy, the confessions. Ellie’s “sometimes I wish it wasn’t true, but tomorrow I’ll wake up exactly the same as I am now” is so telling. It’s such a blink and you’ll miss it line, but it tells us so much about Ellie as a character.

They did incredible with the sex scene. You could feel the tension rising up before them. How it was so imperfect, fueled by adrenaline and raw emotion and the need to be close and be together. The Last of Us has really cracked the code for how to do sex scenes well, and that’s not to make them sex scenes at all. They aren’t there for enjoyment, they’re there for the characters. It was really, really well written.

“I’m gonna be a dad”😭🤣 I would die for Ellie. And I probably will die, because oh my gosh Craig is twisting the knife!

I genuinely deeply love every single episode, but this is one of my new favorites. It was just pitch-perfect. 10/10, 100%, 5 stars, masterpiece.

[caffedrine]

Keith Howell Sequel 07 - Fan Translation

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In the grand hall we were guided to, a black-painted table and chairs were neatly arranged, and a man was seated at one of them.

(This person is Kagari's brother, the first prince of Kougyoku, Shiou...)

With emerald green eyes and dark crimson hair almost black, reaching down to his waist, his hair was tied back in a single ponytail.

As I took my seat upon encouragement, Shiou, sitting across the table, wore an elegant smile.

Shiou: “I sincerely thank you for accepting the invitation.”

Shiou: “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Keith?”

Alter!Keith: “It has been a while, Shiou. I’m glad to see you well.”

His golden eyes turned toward me, and he gently lowered his head.

Emma: “I’m Emma, Keith's fiancée. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Shiou: “Nice to meet you, Emma. I’m happy to meet you too.”

Shiou: “Now, here’s a question.”

Emma & Alter!Keith: “? Yes?” “................”

Shiou: “What do you think is the most popular confection for tourists in Kougyoku?”

Caught off guard by the sudden quiz, I pondered.

(I might end up answering dorayaki...)

Emma: “...Is it nerikiri?”

Shiou: “Correct. It’s an artistic creation that represents the seasonal motifs and nature, the pinnacle of form.”

Shiou: “And with its gentle sweetness and smooth melting texture, it pairs excellently with matcha or sencha.”

Shiou: “It’s not only enjoyable to eat; it’s also pleasing to the eyes. That’s the charm of nerikiri, in my opinion.”

Emma: “I believe you’re right.”

(Kagari loves dorayaki, but I wonder if Shiou prefers nerikiri...)

Though I was overwhelmed by his eloquent manner of speaking, it helped to dispel the tension I felt from meeting him for the first time.

Shiou: “—So, I had my favorite nerikiri prepared for you.”

Without a sound, a servant appeared, setting down a plate decorated with vibrant green matcha, along with nerikiri, monaka, and easy-to-eat dango.

(So beautiful... Truly a work of art.)

Shiou: “Matcha becomes unpleasant once it cools down.”

Shiou: “You probably have questions, but let’s first have our tea party.”

Alter!Keith: “That sounds good; we can talk later.”

Alter!Keith: “Since most of the sweets in Kougyoku are dorayaki, I’m looking forward to tasting your favorite, Shiou.”

Shiou: “...Ah, is Kagari still fond of dorayaki?”

Shiou: “Did he also take over the desserts at the goodwill meeting?”

Alter!Keith: “Yes, he made a tower of them.”

Shiou: “Haha, he’s a child who really gets into what he likes.”

Seeing Shiou with his emerald eyes downcast, I felt more sadness than nostalgia.

(...Even if they are siblings, they are no longer on easy terms to meet.)

I hurriedly shook off the thoughts that started to spiral from his casual gestures.

After that, Alter!Keith and I indulged in matcha and sweets that could only be enjoyed in Kougyoku—

(I’m glad I memorized the proper etiquette beforehand.)

At the moment the tea bowl was taken away, Shiou changed his expression and opened his mouth.

Shiou: “You must have been surprised by the sudden invitation.”

Shiou: “I heard from a merchant that he saw you disembarking from the ship at the Kuga faction's port.”

Shiou: “Since I knew about the goodwill meeting, I personally thought about whether you would participate or not, but...”

Shiou: “The head of the Amagase family... King Iguna has a rather difficult and complicated personality.”

Shiou: “If he learned that Jade's royal family would attend the goodwill meeting of another faction, he would likely have doubts.”

Shiou: “I decided it would be better to meet for friendship’s sake, even if just for appearances.”

Shiou: “I’m sorry for forcing you into our convenience when you came to Kougyoku as my brother’s friend.”

Alter!Keith: “I share the same sentiments; I wish to maintain our relationship with the Amagase family as before.”

Alter!Keith: “I actually appreciate your consideration.”

(Though I was a bit surprised at the directness toward King Igna...)

(This tea party was held to maintain relations between the royal families, after all.)

(..................But on the other hand, I feel like a warning has been given.)

(Something like ‘Jade wouldn’t engage in acts that betray the Amagase, right...?’ )

Since we participated in the goodwill meeting of a faction, I felt no discomfort with that intention.

(Oh...…)

At that moment, our gazes met.

With a friendly smile that hadn’t changed since entering the hall and eyes that revealed nothing.

As I was gazing back, almost about to look away, I heard a small cough from beside me.

Alter!Keith: “Perhaps it would have been better for me to attend the tea party alone.”

Shiou: “I may have been looking too closely. I tend to stare at beautiful things.”

Resting his chin on his hand with a smile, but honestly, I was unsure how to react.

(He feels like someone who is hard to grasp.)

Alter!Keith: “That’s a habit that seems likely to involve you in various troublesome matters.”

Although I hesitated to say it, knowing it was Alter!Keith's teasing behavior changed my perspective.

(Is it just my imagination? Is Alter!Keith a little irritated...?)

Shiou: “Haha, sorry about that. The habit was a joke.”

Shiou: “It’s nostalgic because the first time I met you, Keith, we were still just children.”

Shiou: “It feels as if I’ve encountered someone very important. Once again, congratulations on your engagement.”

Alter!Keith: “Thank you.”

Though Alter!Keith smiled gently, the indescribable atmosphere remained. It felt as if I was the only one becoming restless and unable to settle down.

~Flashback~

Emma: “I wonder what kind of person he is.”

Alter!Keith: “He seems like a suspicious guy.”

~End Flashback~

(It seems that Alter!Keith may not have a very favorable opinion of Shiou...)

What choice will you make?

Gently intertwine your fingers with Keith's hand.

Change the subject.

Eat some sweets.

(Oh...…)

His large hand tightened around mine, enveloping it. It seemed that my feelings of gratitude for having been rescued from Shiou's gaze were properly conveyed.

(Keith’s warmth is calming...)

The gentle heat lit a fire in the center of my chest, and as our fingers intertwined, I naturally tightened my grip on Alter!Keith’s hand.

Shiou: “.....”

(Shiou...?)

For some reason, Shiou relaxed the ends of his eyebrows, showing a somewhat relieved expression.

Shiou: “From your demeanor, it seems you are enjoying your stay in Kougyoku.”

Shiou: “...I might have been worrying needlessly.”

(Needless worry?)

Alter!Keith: “What do you mean?”

Shiou's gaze hesitated for a moment before he spoke quietly.

Shiou: “I’m not trying to scare you, but I wouldn’t recommend staying in Kuga’s territory as things are.”

At his unexpected words, a tension filled the grand hall.

(Not recommending staying means... something might happen in Kuga’s territory?)

An indescribable chill crept up from my feet, unsettling my heart.

Alter!Keith: “Could you tell us more?”

Shiou: “...I’m also somewhat skeptical. Just take it as a rumor.”

Shiou: “You learned at the goodwill meeting that the Kuga faction formed an alliance, right?”

Alter!Keith: “You know quite well.”

(Though the confirmation of the factions that formed alliances should have been at the goodwill meeting...)

Shiou: “I have a well-connected informant. He brings me new information from time to time.”

Shiou: “Information is an important weapon for deception. Especially for Kougyoku, now that the country is divided.”

Shiou: “Because of that alliance, I’ve heard that another faction is trying to wage war against Kuga.”

Shiou: “To be honest, I think it won’t happen while the royal family of the supporting nation is present...”

Alter!Keith: “If they decide to invade Kuga’s territory, now might be a good opportunity before the allies strengthen their forces.”

(Certainly… it would be better if they acted as quickly as possible.)

The sharp gazes I felt at the goodwill meeting, which seemed to carry a sense of murderous intent, were not singular.

The thought that someone might have been mixed in among them made my body tremble.

Shiou: “Kuga is still a young nation. But there is a powerful yaksha who can alter the course of battle on his own.”

Shiou: “Even if war were truly instigated, they likely wouldn’t suffer a major blow.”

Shiou: “...However, if you feel uneasy after hearing this, you are welcome to stay in the Amagase territory.”

Alter!Keith: “That would benefit you as well.”

Shiou: “Yeah. I have a bad personality and I’m not suggesting this just out of goodwill.”

Shiou: “First and foremost, I worry about your safety, but in the event anything happens, there is a possibility of support being cut off.”

Shiou: “I would like to avoid that for Kougyoku.”

Shiou: “...However, King Iguna seems to be concerned about the deepening of friendships with other factions.”

From his heavy sigh, his true feelings seemed to seep out.

(Since Alter!Keith is the next king and a friend of Kagari,)

(It’s possible they’re worried that Jade might only support the Kuga royal faction someday.)

(As long as Keith is around, Jade would never make that choice, but...)

(I wonder how Keith will respond to Shiou’s suggestion.)

Alter!Keith placed his hand on his mouth as if deep in thought.

The silence unexpectedly ended quite soon.

Alter!Keith: “Thank you very much.”

Alter!Keith: “Considering safety as the priority, it might be right to take you up on your offer to stay in the Amagase territory.”

Alter!Keith: “However, the reason I visited Kougyoku this time was due to the invitation from my friend Kagari.”

Alter!Keith: “As you mentioned, Kagari possesses the power to change the course of battle on his own.”

Alter!Keith: “I don’t believe someone like him or the Kuga king would give an opportunity for enemies to invade before or after the goodwill meeting.”

Alter!Keith: “So please allow me to stay in the Amagase territory for tourism purposes on another occasion.”

Alter!Keith: “Oh, I decided this on my own, didn’t I...”

Emma: “I share the same feelings as Keith.”

Alter!Keith: “Thank you.”

As my hand on my lap was held tightly, the anxiety that had been affixed to my back began to dissolve.

Shiou looked as if he wanted to say that it was as expected and shrugged his shoulders.

Shiou: “Your sincere nature hasn’t changed since time immemorial. I knew you would hold back.”

Shiou: “Well then, I need to think of an excuse for not being able to retain Keith.”

Shiou: “An excuse that will also satisfy the troublesome King Iguna... Will you accompany me?”

Alter!Keith: “Sure, if it’s fine with me.”

After that, the tea party with Shiou flowed smoothly with a peaceful atmosphere—

We headed toward the port to return to the Kuga royal territory.

Alter!Keith: “............”

Emma: “............”

Shiou: “What’s wrong? Are you nervous because I’m riding with you?”

Shiou: “Don’t worry about it; just enjoy the conversation. If my gaze is bothering you, would this be better?”

Shiou suddenly opened a fan he had taken out, revealing a beautiful pattern with cherry blossoms to hide his face.

Alter!Keith: “........................................... What a hassle.”

(Alter!Keith’s voice... no, his expression also shows it.)

Taking advantage of the fact that Shiou couldn’t see him, he wore a face of complete disdain.

However, as soon as those emerald eyes appeared from behind the fan, his expression swiftly returned to normal.

(This is a skill born from the experiences he has accumulated...)

Shiou: “It might not be comfortable, but please forgive me.”

Shiou: “When it’s someone you don’t know when you’ll meet again, one tea party doesn’t quite suffice for a conversation.”

Shiou: “Let me see you off to the port.”

Alter!Keith: “Please don’t forget to buy King Iguna’s favorite food in the town to accompany your excuses.”

Shiou: “Oh right. I completely forgot about that.”

Seeing Shiou smile while hiding his mouth with the fan made me smile as well.

(Hmm...?)

I glanced out the window.

(Is that...?)

As I recognized what came into my view, I unknowingly grasped Alter!Keith's arm.

Alter!Keith: “What’s wrong?”

Emma: “There’s someone sitting at the entrance to the forest who can’t move.”

Emma: “From a distance, they seem to be injured.”

Alter!Keith and Shiou looked outside, following the direction I was pointing.

Alter!Keith: “Shiou, is it okay?”

Shiou: “Of course. Thank you for noticing, Emma.”

Shiou: “A few days ago, there was a territorial dispute in a small town. He might have escaped from there.”

The driver stopped the carriage at the entrance of the forest following Shiou’s instructions.

(There seem to be multiple injuries, but the medicine I have should be sufficient.)

As I hurriedly reached for the carriage door, for some reason, my wrist was suddenly grasped from the side.

Alter!Keith: “.....”

Emma: “Keith?”

Alter!Keith: “...It’s nothing.”

Alter!Keith: “You can down after me.”

Emma: “...Yes.”

Alter!Keith slightly frowned.

From his profile, it felt as if he didn’t think too highly of going outside.

(But right now, I’m the only one here with the necessary items for treatment.)

(…)

Shaking off the hesitation that hung in my chest, I followed Alter!Keith and descended from the carriage.

Following Shiou, I stepped out of the carriage.

The man sitting on the ground had skin peeking through his torn clothes, and on his face, and there were several marks that resembled bruises rather than cuts.

(What is this sense of discomfort? It seems, as Shiou said, that he escaped from a battle...)

Emma: “Please let me treat your injuries. Is it okay if I touch you?”

Man: “Ugh... Yeah.”

Emma: “Excuse me. Please tell me if it hurts.”

With Alter!Keith standing nearby to protect me, I reached out to touch the man’s arm to treat his injuries.

(Huh... the blood is this thin?)

(And this wound...……)

A terrible premonition crawled across my skin at that moment—

Alter!Keith: “Emma, get back!”

Suddenly, Alter!Keith grabbed my arm, pulling me away and making me stand up.

Emma: “Alter!Keith, that wound...”

Alter!Keith: “It’s fake. At least it seems there’s still a human heart in there since it’s not real blood.”

Right after he spat those words, people cloaked in black appeared.

[utilitycaster]

Watching the adventuring academy i was really surprised to see ppl in the tags of the gifsets/ppl making memes thinking that what izzy said abt What Will The Gay Children On Tumblr Do Without A Blank Platonic Slate They Can Insist Is Romantic was like. In anyway a bone thrown in their favor of "oooh fanon over canon we can project whatever we want" when i could literally not imagine a more mocking way she could have put it short of actually developing a scathing tone. Do you think this mindset contributes to why responses to c3 were Like That

hm. hard to say, honestly, because the only post I've seen about this on Tumblr was one I personally interpreted (and maybe I'm being generous) as "hahaha people on here sure do love to do that", ie, it was self-aware and not saying that they agree with this mentality.

On the other hand, I have said before that I think Campaign 3 was when we got an influx of people who came up in either the Queer Rep Podcasts fandom and/or the Dropout fandom into the Critical Role fandom, and I say this as a fan of both Queer Rep Podcasts and Dropout, but, like all fandoms, they have cultural quirks and issues. I think it brought in a less emotionally mature crowd. Dropout's fandom is notoriously entitled and obsessed with being A Big Person Within The Fandom and has one of the worst cases of "they're literally neurodivergent and a minor? who cares that they committed mass murder" I've seen in my life. Queer Rep Podcasts depend on the podcast but I think that brought in a lot of people who didn't really get how Actual Play works or had little understanding of the lore of Exandria nor even that Exandria had lore; and I think some people kind of want like. WTNV slice of life type stories and not an ongoing narrative (not that WTNV hasn't had ongoing narratives, but it tends to be smaller arcs rather than an overarching one).

So...kind of, in that I think C3 was when a lot of people with that mindset joined the fandom; again, I've mentioned that most of the people who harassed me for Insufficient Enjoyment of Imogen and Laudna prior to episode 34 or so didn't make it to the end of the campaign; and most who did so after kind of found themselves watching a campaign that wasn't really blorbo-focused and didn't validate the other "there's nothing here but we think there is" ship, and are scrambling to pretend they're happy right now.

[lightlycareless]

warnings: naoya wants to take the next step in your relationship 🥺 fluff.

Naoya involves your family in his upcoming proposal. He has to because he knows how important they are to you, and because he'd like to get some recognition from someone who actually gives a shit about the things he's doing for the one he loves, unlike his clan…

He takes advantage of the fact that you're away for a mission (of more like waiting to meet up with him) to make a quick trip to your family's home and ask for your father's blessing.

And it had to be done swiftly before you grew suspicious. So much so, that he didn’t even bother to inform your father of his arrival. Or anything, at all.

"Oh, Naoya! I’m glad to see you, but… Uh... Didn't Y/N tell you? She’s on a mission.”

"I know—but that’s not what I’m here for, I wish to speak to you."

"Ah, well, in that case. Take a seat, I’ll prepare tea… It’s nothing bad, right?"

“Not at all, actually. I think it might be of your enjoyment—I'm going to propose to your daughter, and I'd like to get your blessing to do so."

Your father freezes at his words.

In fact, even your sister, who was on the other side of the estate, could sense the weight of his blunt declaration given the way she shrieked—ultimately proving your father’s suspicions about her nasty habit of spying on his meetings and conversations.

"WHAT?!!!! YOU'RE PLANNING ON PROPOSING TO MY SISTER??!?!?!"

"What did I tell you about overhearing my conversations????" Your father exclaims, not that he cared much when something far more important was transpiring before him. "That's wonderful, Naoya! Oh, does she know? What are you going to do?? You have to tell me everything!"

"No, she does not. It was meant as a surprise." Naoya goes on. "I plan to do it after I give her the keys of the apartment I bought for her; I would normally invite you, but I wish to do something intimate between the two at first if it’s alright to you. I will host a dinner after that in compensation, to which you are all cordially invited to"

"AN APARTMENT?" Your father and sister exclaim unanimously, it takes a great deal for the former to not faint at this point, or for the latter to further instigate him.

But he wouldn’t have gone this far if he didn’t have any idea of how your family was… or if he didn’t wish to be embraced by that same warmth that welcomed him the first day he was formally introduced to your family.

It might be a bit much to handle, chaotic even, and he’s used to a big, unruly family.

Yet, amusing.

If not kind of sweet too.

there's more excitement in him joining your family than you to his. the only ones that would care about such matters the other way around are the elders and it pisses them to no end that you care more about him than the zen'in lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

your dad is very happy, but worried. he's never liked naobito, after all💀💀💀

[darkfictionjude]

I feel like I want to rip my own hair out and beat myself with a fucking frying pan, because Jude how do you stay motivated to writing?

I am writing my own book, I want to become a published author but I haven't fucking written since DECEMBER !! Yappa yappa I know all about the "write what you would wanna read about" BITCH I AM [help] I'm writing a dark romance, which I've never written before. I was a wattpad author [fanfics] but I've read plenty and I know what I would like if I was my FMC.

But I just can't write for the life of me, I really really want to, I'm daydreaming about it and when I go pick up my laptop, POOF. Inspiration? GONE! Flew away like a fucking bird fearing from it's life because a cat is chasing it.

I truly wish writing was as easy as thinking about it and all the things I wish I could write.

When god gave me the talent but not the passion 🖕

The thing is the reason the advice is “write when you wanna write” is because there is no other alternative. Forcing it will create work you despise and suck the love of writing it out of you

Now, this will sound like a brag I promise it’s not. I’ve never gotten writer’s block nor a writing slump. I sometimes get exhausted and can’t right a certain day but by the next day I feel fine. I guess what helps is that I know I have an audience who will be happy I updated

Inspiration is easier in the IF medium because there is that interaction with the audience unlike traditional publishing. Interaction is what makes use pumped to write. Which is why I do like to urge that readers sent in asks to their favourite IF blogs and reblog. Sometimes projects are abandoned because no one seems to be interested

As for your case. I would perhaps write the scenes that are most exciting for you first. It would get you in the “the zone” to write more tedious parts. There’s no rule book saying you have to begin at the beginning. After that it’s usually easier to write the boring parts, I find that works with my stuff.

Of course you could also do the “push through it” method but I do find that kills enjoyment. So my advice is write the fun parts first. It will make you love the act of sitting down and writing it

[snapdragonsimming]

The Big Fundie Simblr Ask Game

I've noticed that our beloved Fundie Simblr community could use a little more action, so I've written up this (insanely long!) ask game. Just pick a letter and a number to play. I encourage you to send asks to your mutuals and non-mutuals alike!

A: Writing/Posting

Who is your favorite sim to write for? Your least favorite?

What has been your favorite storyline to write? Your least favorite?

If you could go back and change anything you've written, what would it be?

What part of your blog are you most proud of?

How long does it take you to draft the average post?

Where do you write?

Where do you get your inspiration?

Do you base characters off people you know personally?

Share some advice for those running a Fundie Simblr blog!

Share a screenshot you took that you love the look of.

Share a hint, spoiler or teaser for an upcoming post.

How far ahead do you plan? Do you have a full queue right now?

B: Gameplay

What packs do you use the most?

What mods do you use the most?

Who is your favorite CC creator for modest clothing?

Do you think you struggle with "same-face syndrome" when creating your sims? 🙃

Do you find yourself falling into trends with regards to the "type" of (fundie) sims you create? (for example: lots of guys in the military, lots of girls with red hair, et cetera)

How do you pick names for your sims?

If you have multiple households, which is the easiest/most enjoyable to play? How about the easiest/least enjoyable?

Do you keep your sims on a routine, or is it constant chaos?

Do you cheat needs often? (No judgment either way!)

What's your advice for keeping large households alive?

In actual gameplay, how fundie are your sims? (for example: do you let them kiss before marriage, even though in-story they don't do that until the wedding? Do your sims actually have the jobs they do in the story? Et cetera.)

When you're not playing fundie sims, what kind of sims do you play?

C: Character Questions

Feel free to answer these as yourself/the narrator, or as the characters themselves! And if you're the one sending the ask, make sure to specify the sims in question, unless you want to be surprised :)

Would [Sim] say they were happy, if asked? Are they happy?

Are [Sim 1] and [Sim 2] happy in their relationship?

What are [Sim]'s personal convictions on modesty/dating/children/whatever?

What would [Sim/Family] be like if they weren't fundie?

Has [Sim] ever doubted their faith? How did they "return to God"? (Or "come to God," if they're a convert!)

What does [Sim] love and hate about their family? (Parents, siblings, children, whatever!)

If [Sim] had another career path, what would they do?

Share a few random facts about [Sim/Family] that may not come up in the story!

How would others describe [Sim]? (Feel free to specify who those "others" are!)

How would [Sim] describe themself?

Is [Sim/Family] well regarded at their church? Where do they fall in the community hierarchy?

How is [Sim/Family] doing, financially speaking? Are they content, or do they desire more?

What's the most scandalous/sinful thing [Sim] has done? Would they admit to it, if asked?

D: Community

Choose one Fundie Simblr blog that you follow, tag them, and say something nice about them or their story!

Choose a post from a Fundie Simblr blog that you enjoy, and reblog it with a comment in the tags!

What's your favorite character, storyline or moment from another Fundie Simblr?

What's something you'd love to see from the Fundie Simblr community?

Are there any non-fundie Simblr blogs that you enjoy? Feel free to recommend some!

Have you ever been inspired by another Simblr's writing? How did it go?

E: Fundie Snark

When did you first get into fundie snarking, and how?

Which is your "favorite" fundie family to keep up with, if you pay attention to real-life fundies?

What's your favorite batshit fundie moment?

Which poor fundie child are you rooting for the most?

Did you ever watch 19KAC/Counting On/Bringing Up Bates/etc?

F: About You

When did you first start playing The Sims? Which game was it?

What's one good thing that's happened to you this week?

Share a fun fact about yourself!

Have you told in-person friends or family about your fundie sims?

If you had to describe yourself with an aspiration + traits, what would they be?

If you had to choose a Sims pack that represents your personality, which one would it be?

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p3[manjiro x reader]

p1 | p2

A/N: i hopee u guys like this chapter! thank you so much for the support on the last two chs. hope this is as enjoyable :33, comments, reblogs n likes r much appreciated!!<3 ALSO, @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe, all credits to them for the idea of making one of y/ns music bandmates be someone in the gang i hope i did it justice! (thank you, we all say in unison)

baji pulled out the restaurant table chair and slumped on it with a long sigh. kazutora huffed "long day?" "jeez. you have no idea. i seriously should've prioritized my studies back when we were teens. this shit is so hard and everyone else is doing way better than me! i have to work like, 10 times harder than everyone else" "well, you're improving right? that's all that matters. don't compare yourself to others..." chifuyu responds, baji chews the inside of his cheek, "whatever. let's just enjoy for a bit yeah? what are you guys ordering?"

__ chifuyu speaks up, "how have you guys been? we honestly need to catch up like this more often" kazutora nods and sighs "it's been fine," he rested his head on his palm, "i met this girl a few months ago-" "ooh! you like her?" "god! no, baji would you let me finish?" kazutora huffs childishly, "i ran into her when she was getting her jacket altered from mitsuya, somehow we all started talking and turns out that she's trying to do some music thing alongside college. after meeting up a few times after that," he pauses to take a bite out of his fries, "we decided to work together to start a music course-slash-band thing, i mean, it's nothing much right now, i'm still working at XJ land and obviously i will be for a while," he turns to chifuyu "but this shit seems pretty promising" he pauses "we'll do covers and upload them online, we'll take commissions, y'know, do gigs and also teach."

chifuyu smiles warmly "that sounds great, you guys should play for us sometime" baji snorted, "at least you won't be blasting your dumbass guitar and bass in the apartment anymore" he paused, "but in all seriousness, i'm happy for you dude. i'm glad your pursuing this"

__

becoming friends with draken and emma came with a lot of benefits. firstly, you found yourself being more social than before. somehow, they had an incredibly huge friend circle, it intimidated you at first but over time and over hangouts, you'd gotten used to all of them and they all seemed to like you quite a bit thankfully. you had the chance of getting to meet hina and takemitchi properly, who were so heartwarming and wonderful. they were super cute together.

they certainly made you feel single though.

your prospects in relationships were never very great - in all honesty, it would be great to have a partner - you quickly push the idea, though, in favour of kickstarting your music business.

__

"we're going out for dinner with everyone today, right?" draken spoke as he yawned, "mhmm! you think we should invite y/n? they already met.. hina.. mikey and takemitchi, they all got along so well so maybe?… i feel like they'd fit right in. i'll ask the others first too though" emma said as she stretched her sleepiness away. "yeah sure, that sounds good" draken responded. __

emma: hi guyss

kazutora: sup

chifuyu: yoo

emma: would it be alright if a friend tagged along today? they're pretty cool and i think you'd all get along well

baji: sure why not

baji: i haven't made a new friend since high school 💀 college is eating up all my time i swear

mitsuya: sounds cool!

hina: me and mitchi met them recently! super chill

hina: can't wait for tn! its been a while since we all got together! __

emma: hey y/n!! ru free tonight?

y/n: oh! yeah i think so

emma: would you wanna come to dinner with us? a few of our other friends will be there too!

_

you stare at your phone for a few seconds and consider the offer. it was undoubtedly thoughtful but you found yourself hesitating. meeting new people was always a rather daunting task, and you'd developed a certain feeling towards this group of people. everyone was so amicable and enjoyable to be around that you hoped that you were the same to them. 'what if i embarrass myself?' 'what if i'm too awkward?' worries and anxieties plagued your mind.

but you needed to take this risk. moving into a new place and finding a long term friend group wasn't an easy task. why miss out on this opportunity?w

_

y/n: sure, sounds good, what time?

_

the evening rolled around, you got ready and met up with draken, emma and mikey. "ready to go?"emma asked you, you nod in response, still feeling slightly nervous. the four of you got in the car, draken and emma sitting in front and you and mikey in the back.

"actually ah, i'm slightly nervous" you chuckle, the anxiousness in your voice was more prominent that you'd have liked it to be, "i always get like this while meeting new people," "awh! don't worry, you'll get along just fine, everyone will like you for sure," emma reassured you. you glance out of the car window and watch the scenery speed by. mikey eyes you curiously, a part of him hoping you'd turn your head and talk to him instead.

_

the four of you get out of the car, seemingly having arrived early. you all settle down at the table and chat for a bit. mikey huffs in a childish manner and it interrupts your train of thought, "everything okay?" you tilt your head towards him, "fine, just cold. stupid.. dumb air con.." he pouted and mumbled. you pause, shrug off your jacket and place it over his shoulders. "that better?" his cheeks blossomed into a noticably adorable pink colour, "you didn't have to.." he muttered but didn't take it off. draken and emma share a knowing glance as she smirks smugly. "cute" emma chuckes, "huh?!" "i've never seen you act like this mikey," draken snorts.

before mikey can defend himself the others arrive.

you lean over to introduce yourself, a taller guy with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail holds the door open for a few others, 'why the hell are all these people so tall.. it's ridiculous' you think. you see hina, and takemitchi walk in, then suddenly, your brain malfunctions.

"KAZUTORA?!"

"Y/N?"

"MITSUYA??"

"Y/N???"

"YOU GUYS KNOW EACH OTHER?!"

"you- wait.. i.."

"SHE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR?!"

"SHE'S THE ONE THAT WORKS WITH YOU GUYS???"

hina interrupts the chaos "hey! guys, sit down first don't yell in the restaurant! jeez.." you stare in slight awe as the others glance at you in slight confusion and curiousity. "small world huh?" mitsuya chuckles, somehow the most composed out of everyone, "okay! i need an explaination right now" emma interjects, "we..- well they're the friends i uh, i'm working with on the music centre and band" "ohhh" everyone says in unison.

your brain feels fuzzy from slight shock and happiness. what a pleasnt coincidence. "baji, chifuyu, meet y/n, y/n, meet baji and chifuyu". you give them a small smile "it's nice to meet you both!" "sup!" "nice to meet you too!". after everyone exchanged pleasantries, you all sit down and order. mitsuya smirked and stared at mikey, "that's y/n's jacket, no? the one i altered," "oh- oh, yeah. well, he said he was cold.. so..". mitsuya smirked, "sure, yeah" __

"ah.." kazutora laughs heartily, "this is great! i was just going to introduce you, y'know?" you smile sheepishly, you never expected things would turn out this way. any anxiety you felt before coming was mostly quelled.

the converstion went on, you learned about chifuyu's pet shop, you knew kazutora had a part-time but you found it amusingly sweet that he worked with animals. you wished baji the best of luck as a veterinarian. you could only imagine the workload he has till he graduates.

you learned a lot about all your newfound friends. it felt warm. really warm. you glanced at mikey a few times and he met your gaze. he smiled contently. it was a look you liked. "you know, you should smile more" "really?" "yeah, it suits you, you know, you're mostly always wearing that pout. you look happy. that's nice" his grin softened into a more sincere smile. "okay. i'll smile more. it won't be too hard though, you'll see it often, cause you make me smile". you chuckle brightly in response, "that's so cheesy!" "shut up.." everything felt so sweet.

you learned about their gang and childhood. mikey reminisced about it in an excited, animated manner, and their eyes lit up. they were all clearly so passionate about it. an air of nostalgia laid heavy, you were never a part of these memories, but in the vivd manner in which they described it, you might as well have been.

after a few drinks, the conversation shifted back to the music centre. "so, you know, you guys barely gave us any details about the thing you're doing! and i'm only now finding out that you guys know each other?" emma whined, "i need to know more, c'mon!" her face was flushed slightly from the alcohol. your mood heightens. you loved talking about it. "kazutora's our bassist and also guitarist, mitsuya does vocals, well, you already know that i do guitar but on the occasion i play drums." kazutora grinned "i'm really excited to finally start playing together, y'know? i don't know if it's sustainable income but, it's fucking fun" "i'll be teaching as well anyways and i'm still getting a degree so i have that going.." you respond. "we rented a studio. we should all practice this weekend, yeah?" mitsuya asks, "sure. sounds great"

"you guys gotta play something for us" baji said. "hell yeah!" kazutora responded enthusiastically, "c'mon, guys, c'mon let's make a toast" "toast to what?" "to.. new adventures and.." mikey glanced at you "to new friendships", chifuyu whooped and the sound of clinking of glasses filled the air.

baji, chifuyu and kazutora booked a cab to their apartment, chifuyu was slumped onto baji and remained fairly incoherent. you hoped that his hangover tomorrow wouldn't be severe. mikey was of a similar state, face flushed and a dazed expression with glossed over eyes. he seemed clingier than usual. hina and takemitchi dropped off mitsuya. the four of you got back in emma's car.

mikey's head lolled to the side, almost, just almost resting on your shoulder, you feel the need to resist the urge to shift slightly closer so his head falls completely on your shoulder. ultimately you didn't need to do anything because he moved anyways. closer than you would've expected. your arms touched and you felt your face heat up.

you figure he wouldn't mind and wrap your arm around his shoulder. he hums contently at the warmth and the comfortable weight. you cant help but smile at the sight.

emma glances at the pair from the rear view mirror and a soft expression falls on her face. it was about time mikey found someone he could be completely and wholly vulnerable with.

'emma'll wake me up when we reach home' you think, as you shut your eyes too, and lean your head on his.

__ tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @bowloficecubes @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe extra notes: i wish i could've expanded on hina and takemitchi more tbh! might make a game night chapter next.. not 100% sure though. if you guys have any ideas do drop them in the comments!

i know this is supposed to be a mikey x reader fic but i really wanted to expand on the platonic relationships b/n reader and everyone else. i feel like that's something that a lot of x reader fics lack, (totally not that it's a bad thing!! many x reader fics that are isolated to the character n reader are great!! ) but i did want to give my two cents on these relationships and improve my writing!

[regret0fgod]

And… it is finished….. (this took way too long)

All the Dudelings and their fav Precures!

Explanations below the cut!

1. Cure Wonderful and Movie!Dude: Cure Wonderful can transform between dog and human. She’s more of a ditz (in her cute anime way) but she’s all cute and glittery! I like to call Movie!Dude a ‘pathetic wet dog’. I feel like he would just like her because “haha silly anime and dogs are cute”.

2. Cure Happy and P1 Dude: Dude is more of a loner and a ‘quiet boy’. Kind of like Cure Happy— she would spend a lot of time alone reading fairy tales. Throughout some episodes, she will imagine herself in a fairytale or compare a real-life situation to a fairytale. Dude would find some sort of relatability to her. She is also a bit of a ditz, but her awesome transformation scene and fighting make up for it.

3. Cure Idol and P2/P4: This one is pure crack. I was in Japan when Kimi To Idol released. And, at the same time, I re-found my love for the Postal series! So I thought it would be silly to make P2 a fan of Cure Idol (I even wrote a fanfic about it). Since P4 is just old P2, he would still find her songs enjoyable.

4. Cure Sunny and P3: Cure Sunny takes life on with fire in her hands… literally. I am not that crazy for P3, so I don’t have a lot of personality headcanons for him. I feel it’s fitting that he would think she’s cool because “wow fire…. So cool.”

5. Cure Nyammy and Shtopor: Okay… so this one may seem more obscure because Shtopor is a pornstar. He would finds some comfort in this super glittery anime. Cure Nyammy is notably more willing to fight and leave scratches, compared to most Precures. Also, her color scheme/design seems similar to Shtopor… so yeah I thought that would be a nice lil tidbit. HER TRANSFORMATION IS SO ELEGANT AND GLORIOUS. Her transformation uses snow and a more ‘cool’ feeling. Perhaps Shtopor finds that cool because he’s used to the cold Russian climate.

6. Cure Ace and Dude BD + Regina and Other Dude: this is a 2-for-1 deal. Regina and Cure Ace are two halves to make up one person. Although Other Dude is a personification of Dude’s psychosis and mental issues (NOT HALVES, simply a part of Dude) I think it’s still fitting.

[nathanmitchell]

It was funny to watch the way in which she was so introspective, and so worried at the way others might be looking at her, like they might be keeping tabs on her. Nathan had to guess that more attention might be on himself and his own antics, but that little light would be shed on just how much she was dreading his commands and just how much she was afraid of others perception. It only worked in his favor, highlighting her anxiety and nervousness, giving him more reason to snowball into even worse behaviors. Knowing now that she would gladly meet his every demand did her no good, and watching the meek way she stood, teeth pressed into her bottom lip, only served to make him hard - fighting the urge to savor it for a time when he could make use of it.

Nathan let her way some ways alone, half for wanting the suspicion few would have to lessen, the other for the joy of watching her walk away. Knowing she was being followed, that each of her steps was being carefully, meticulously scanned - he knew enough to know that she was so aware of it, perhaps in insecurity or in the pursuit of perfection, maybe wanting to be seductive or seen as more appealing instead of sheepish and shy as she’d always been. It was so much more enjoyable to him to revel in the latter. He watched her careful, quiet steps - as if the way she stepped over to the other end of the library would save her. After letting her get some ways away, he got up and left all their belongings behind, most of which was her books and scattered papers. He wasn’t worried about losing them, no one ever stole anything. The pure eclipsing giddying joy started to build in him like a warmth. Nathan made strides much more confident than hers towards the archives, practically gliding as he neared the edge of the library. It grew increasingly silent the more steps he took, and soon he found her, like she might be looking for a way out - seeming scattered and scared.

He knew she could sense him, if not for hearing him. It made him happy to see the room empty, as he knew it would be. “I didn’t see anyone on my way over here.” Taking steps towards her, he reached for the back of her dress and pulled her to him, her back meeting his chest. “Did you?” Nathan took her in, pressing his nose into her dark hair and inhaling softly. His hand remained at her stomach where even from there he could feel her heart beating, so fast and so strong. Slowly he started to move her with him, stepping farther into the aisle, stopping only when they were closer to the wall where they’d be less likely to be seen.

He played with the fabric of her clothing, fingers moving across the cloth, sliding up to her ribs as his nose traveled to rest just under her ear. “It’s so quiet.” He took an even softer breath and moved back so he could use both hands to pull her hair so it rested on the other side of her neck, nestling back into the warm skin where he’d been before. “You wore this dress for me?” He smiled into her neck, placing both hands at her waist just to pull her closer, if at all it was even possible. “I love this color on you.” He started placing kisses at her neck, innocent and short at first, then taking his time, careful of the spots he was learning were most targeted nerves, fingers curling ever so slightly into her body as he felt his desire growing. “Have you been avoiding me? Be honest.”

“I have a very photographic memory.” He was quick to retort, some of which was true. Sure, he was much better with faces and recollection of information that would be of more use to him - none of which necessarily included what was actually on her shelves at home. Nathan gathered it didn’t matter much to either of them because the point itself had been shot and all that was left to it was the memory of what happened instead of the titles of unremarkable books on a wooden shelf. He was sure if it crossed his mind it would be doing much worse with hers and the thought made him proud, most of it rooted in how much he enjoyed making her squirm.

“Why not?” He almost seemed offended. It was in her best interest to be so averse to the idea, as only one of a few things were certain to happen if she did. But it wouldn’t stop him if they were at her place or anywhere else for that matter, and at this particular moment, especially in that campus library. “If you’re more comfortable in your home we can go there.” He encouraged, fully serious. “Whenever mom and dad aren’t home. I’m just across the way I could watch from my window.” Nathan loved to remind her that he was so close, and that she was so visible, only just a curtain slide away from his grasp.

“I’m sure some people still do.” His head tilted to the side for a moment, watching as her face turned another color, the pink and red forming in the apples of her cheeks. It went without saying that her resistance was futile, and even now she knew that fighting back was hardly worth it. Maybe this was the only game he really had to worry about, and already she was at a loss. “No,” he sighed tentatively. “But you can.” A smile began to curl the ends of his lips.

“Get up and show me.” His voice darkened, a seriousness replacing the jests before it, and even though they’d been playful just moments before he suddenly became stern. “Be a good girl, close your book. Take me to the tapes.”