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Jamil Viper: A Web, Tangled

Aaand here we go with the Relaxing in Room line of birthday cards :v d ehebkwjw It’s so funny that they chuck pillows to attack??? (By the way, congrats to this Jamil card overloading and crashing the JP server 😂)

For this series of birthday ficlets, I’ll focus on writing each birthday boy preparing to walk to school with the reader (since the duo partner barely appears in the vignettes). Can be read platonically or romantically, whatever you prefer~

Rise and Shine!

You lingered by the doorway, your eyes glued on Jamil.

He was preoccupied with glimpsing himself in a mirror set on a table. Before him were various accessories from a jeweled box. (Judging from the gaudiness of the massive rubies on it, it must have been a gift from Kalim.)

Loose tresses the color of dark chocolate tumbled down his back. When Jamil ran a brush through them, the sun caught and his hair tempered, turning lustrous.

You’d seen him massage his scalp with oil-slicked hands before—and again, he diid it, followed by some sort of a cream. The routine left his head moisturized smelling faintly of jasmine. Jamil never compromised when it came to hair care.

You often had to remind yourself that he was not a princess, entrancing as he was. The sway of his hair, the snap of his steps. Each movement, close to a part in a mysterious dance.

Jamil produced his magical pen. The magestone laid in it was as clear as a cloudless day, and the color of blood that had been left out for a little too long.

Now came the spectacle, the very highlight of your entire morning.

Jamil raised the pen as if he was a conductor waving his baton. A hush fell over an imaginary audience, a collective of breaths held in anticipation. This is it, this is it.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic flowed.

A trail of scarlet light emanated whenever Jamil drew his wand. The accessories laid out on his desk floated up, compelled, in a neat line. A band with a feather dangling from it, narrow golden bangles, flat beads that clinked like coins.

His dark locks lifted, dividing themselves into even sections, then into even smaller ones. They carefully twisted over and under each other, weaving into tight braids. Accessories slid on, effortlessly fitting themselves at his direction.

His intricate hairstyle assembled quickly, as if arranging the pieces of a familiar puzzle.

The red sparkles faded into a fine shimmer and then into nothing at all. As the last traces of magic settled, you bursted into applause.

“Bravo, bravo! Great show as always,” you said appreciatively.

“… That wasn’t a performance,” Jamil corrected as he set his magical pen down.

“It might as well be! It takes some serious skill to pull that off every morning.” You gestured to him. “And so fast!“

“Anyone could accomplish it with enough time and practice.” His words choice was humble, but there was a hint of a smirk in his tone.

A rare moment of triumph for him.

“Not just anyone. I think you’ve got a natural talent for this kind of thing,” you grinned broadly, “like a spider!”

Jamil’s neutral expression splintered, leaving jagged edges exposed. His left eyes twitched, pupils pinpricks.

“Excuse me? In what way do I remind you of a vile bug?”

“Hey, don’t knock spiders! You guys have similar skills. The braids, the webs. You make’m well, all nice and strong. No strands out of place.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” he groused, a hand on his hip. “I’d prefer if you didn’t compare me to them. It feels wrong.”

Jamil shivered. Not from the cold, but with repulsion.

You gave a laugh—soft against the rising morning sun. “Really? But you’re so alike in other ways too.”

His eyes narrowed into suspicious slivers. Mildly offended, perhaps.

“Elaborate,” he commanded.

“They’re hard working and important but under-appreciated,” you pointed out. “Without spiders, there would actually be a lot more bugs around. We should be more grateful to have spiders’ webs.”

There was a pause, deliberate. Then a gentle prompt.

“… Remind you of anyone?”

Jamil scoffed. It was as loud as a thunderclap in his suddenly cavernous bedroom.

“Maybe.”

Two syllables, clipped. An acknowledgment.

“Jamil-senpai…?”

He hurriedly looked away, staring at the wall for likely longer than what was deemed appropriate. Any more, whether in length or in intensity, and he might have burned a hole in it. His face, hotter than the Scalding Sands.

Your brows shot up. “… Ah. Could it be that you’re feeling embarrassed?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Something like this couldn’t possibly ruffle me.”

You craned your body, attempting to meet his gaze. But he wrenched away, denying that to you. “Then why aren’t you looking at me when you say that?”

“I need to get ready for class,” he replied dismissively. “So close the door and wait outside while I change out of my pajamas.”

“Now you’re just changing the subject!”

“Well, we’ll both be running late if we continue to dawdle,” Jamil warned—a tactful evasive maneuver.

His hands found their way onto your arms, steering you into the hallway. You turned back, mouth opening to protest, but Jamil had already sealed himself off.

Banging and calling out to him was no good. Kicking resulted in you gripping onto your poor foot and whimpering. You were left in a sorry state, back to the door as you rested on the floor.

On the other side, Jamil was surely having a little laugh. Cheeks still burning from the praise showered upon him, basking in the afterglow of it.

You sighed.

A spider makes its web to deceive flies into getting stuck in it. Jamil-senpai can be just as tricky.

[captain-of-playground]

-> It was early into the night and Playground was throwing a rather massive party to celebrate the long lasing rule of the kingdom's oldest ruling family! Lights and colors and sound all around! Civilians, knights and all were welcomed to enjoy in the celebration too! -> A certain yellow dove, dressed in his finest with a small, furred cloak wrapped around his shoulders and teal-colored jewelry pieces in his dreads, was pacing around outside of the castle's walls. It seems like he was waiting for someone. -> Or two someones to be exact. - @dove-conductor [IT'S PARTY TIME]

Ego wasn’t used to wearing anything besides his armor. He barely had days off and mostly just wore what was under the armor. He felt…nice.

He walked over to Egg while tilting his head. He was worried for his tiny birdie. He was dressed up in nice black, golds and yellows with golden accessories.

“Is Birdie waiting for me?~”

[mysteriesmuse]

MusicStudent Katsuki Bakugou who’s the same grade and is a member of the ensemble you’re in this semester. As a percussionist he has a lot of spare time in his hands in orchestra and even more at a fantastic vantage point. There’s the barrier of percussion instruments that separates them onto their own little world — the set up spanning across the entire back of the rehearsal room as they all fly back and forth past each other to get to their multiple part assignments. — he’s got a lot of accessory assignments for this semester; and the fact of holding claves, triangles, swiping chimes, and slamming car engines means he’s relatively on the move. However, it also means he’s not assigned to anything during part of rehearsal — that means he can leave early at times. Which coincidentally happens to align with some of the pieces that you’re not assigned on. Not that you couldn’t perform them, but rather there’s no need for you to be there since they cut down on parts for this one piece in particular. But when you are both playing Katsuki tends to rely on his sense of time as his gaze wanders from the conductor to your chair. As he sits in the throne behind the timpani he gets the perfect view of you and your side profile. The perfect spot to overhear your light chatter - to read your micro expressions - to see the way you’ve dressed and the way you slightly mark your music. Katsuki snickers at the way you make haste to make an accusing face at the trombone players for wrong notes or overblasting tone. Katsuki twitches when he hears you frack a note waiting for the flashes of second hand embarrassment to touch your ears, but you pout and sheepishly shrug it away the only tinges of red as tingly thing in his chest. Katsuki who watches you pout your lips and talk as you slather in chapstick during the break and crack open an electrolyte powder into your water bottle and shake it up as the start of every rehearsal.

And you cradle that water bottle with you out into the hallway when you’re not needed and the two of you stand outside in the hallway together — that’s where he learned what you like to eat and drink and how you liked your boba order. And it’s on one day where the schedule declares that you’re on duty for the entire rehearsal and he isn’t that he decides to talk a walk; opening his notes app to make sure he gets your order right, your favorite flavor. And he stops at the boba truck that’s permanently parked on the right side of campus every afternoon and orders you both one. Walking back with the spring sunshine on his face and a black baseball cap sporting the university logo on it with two bobas in hand. The sweet cool breeze mingle with the chill sugary boba on his lips. The jelly tapioca pearls a familiar serotonin inviting sensation in his mouth. The calloused skin on his fingertips getting damp with the condensation - except it’s all more than worth it when he greats you after rehearsal in the room. Katsuki catches you as your packing up a red eye watching your form as the everything gets packed away into the gig bag. He waits until you’re ready and have turned for the door that he calls for you, “Oi’ I got you something,” shaking the second boba in the air. The slow and steady tortoise like walk you has speeds up as you dodge the playful fleeting fist bumps and voices of your cello and trombone friends. You flutter to a halt in the middle of the hallway. “No way, thank you ‘tsuki!”

He grins with a shrug, “You were talking about it before rehearsal and I had some off-time today. S’ no biggy.” The grin you have and the contact of your grabby hands against his has him laughing as you place your lips around the straw like a toddler. “I know you’re a purest about the instrument food thing.” After your enthuastic sip he adds, “Wanna pack up and walk around campus for a while to enjoy these?” He notes you’re dressed for it. In your cute tank top and breezy collared crochet button shirt — you worked on it all last semester and have been loathe to be found without it now that the real nice spring weather has arrived. “Yeah totally, let me put this away first and we can go!” And Katsuki watches you disappear for a few minute before you reappear and playfully knock shoulders with him as he holds the door open for you on the way out into the glorious March sunshine.

[nathscalet]

I think it’s time to show you guys my ability to write smut

A chapter from my unfinished fanfic

Dracula x reader 🔞

Minors do not interact

Warning: pegging, cursing, age gap, explicit sex, use of lube, shibari, drinking blood,top!reader.

I think that’s it’s.

Dracula tenderly kissed your neck insistently, while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"What's the matter, honey? Are you okay? - he checked your temperature

"A little. You were a little too happy to drill your cock into my pussy." Jesus would exorcise you by listening you speak

"Um. Are you still sore? He was clearly worried that he had hurt you, even with the joking tone you used

"A little."

"But it's been 2 weeks."

"10 days, darling."

"It seems longer."

"Unfortunately I'm not in the mood for that right now. Sorry."

"Have I done something?"

"Not really, I just don't feel like riding you."

He raised his eyebrow judging you. "And why can I know?"

You grabbed the vampire's chin bringing him close "I'm not feeling passive today, if you want to take my place you can."

You caught Dracula by surprise when you lifted him by his legs. Dracula's eyes widened before he began to laugh, putting his arms around your neck and his legs around your hips.

"No one has ever caught me like this... I can't say I don't like it ~ he looked at you with a look of lust ~ a strong woman in my life was what I needed ~

You smiled hearing him praise your strength, feeding your ego

"Let me show you what you've missed so far~" you pressed Dracula against the wall.

"Oh? That's definitely new." Dracula's eyes sparkled like crystals waiting for what else you would do, his breathing also quickened in anticipation

You slowly brought your face closer to the brunette, kissing his lips sweetly, moving down and trailing a kiss on the brunette's neck. Dracula was blushing, clenching his legs tighter, and shaking with excitement. When you bit his neck, Dracula's eyes darkened,

You watched the brunette's reactions like a conductor watched the orchestra. He reacted instantly to your touch without even hiding it, cute. You pulled away from his neck, looking into Dracula's eyes that were thirsty for you. You took the air out of him, when you kissed him aggressively, exploring the brunette's mouth, Dracula managed to free himself from your hands and they hugged your neck, trying to bring you as close as possible.

You broke apart, both of you panting from the kiss, Dracula was definitely in the other world. He whispered in her ear "you're so aggressive today baby~ it turns me on~"

"Do you like it?"

"I love everything that comes from you."

"So~ I can take control today?"

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm your only, your slave, your everything. Make me yours~" you felt shivers run down your spine before smiling and throwing Dracula onto the bed

"Then I'm going to do what they've never done to you today~" Dracula continued to lie stretched out on the bed, watching you remove piece by piece of your clothes and accessories.

You lifted the brunette's foot to your lips, kissing it.

"Oh? Do you have a foot fetish? How unusual. I don't care, I still love you the same."

You let out a sarcastic laugh before answering "Jesus washed the disciples' feet as a form of love and devotion, showing how far he would go for the love he felt." This made Dracula smile watching you kiss from his foot to his thighs. He sighed feeling you adore him.(🛐🛐)

You nibbled on the brunette's thigh and he jumped slightly in fright. "Tease" you smiled and continued your work, kissing and caressing the brunette's entire torso.

"Your breasts are huge" you felt them hard and carefully, feeling the texture and softness of them "soft  ~ and all mine" you kissed the breast, specifically the nipple.

"A-ah! That's a sensitive area honey."

You gave a mischievous smile, before licking Dracula's nipple, and giving it a light bite. This made Dracula struggle, not knowing what to do if he wanted more, if he would leave, if he would ask for more

"You're so cute Drac ~" you kissed the brunette's mouth, who returned your kiss with all the passion he had

Dracula pov

You devilish woman.

I feel the rope slowly tie itself around my neck, keeping a strong grip, like a collar against my throat, the next thing is my chest being slowly tightened by the rope, making it snap a little, the burning on my back gives me goosebumps , following the pattern of the nodes.

"You tied me up like a gift"

"Why, you are one indeed. My little gift. Carefully packaged."

You push me onto the bed again, I fall onto the soft mattress. I looked at you waiting, longing for your touch

Your smaller hands followed the rope, checking if it was tight enough. So you gave me a dangerous smile

Sliding those hands up to touch my exposed member, sliding up and down.

“Shit!”

"Breathe, honey." You whispered in my pointy ears

You ran your fingers over my nipples, biting them gently.

My hair was pulled back tightly. Making me look up holding back a pained groan. You kissed my neck, tickling me, feeling the wetness spreading.

Dracula didn't expect you to have a rubber dick. Much less that he would ever have to get down on all fours in his life.

Dracula felt something cold, wet and viscous running down his buttocks and being pushed with your finger. Chilling him He just took a deep breath, relaxing to make the work easier.

I bit into the pillow, feeling the tension in my lower back increasing with the stimulation of the burning.

You wore that bloody headdress, with the red stick. You lubed that up, before spreading my ass, pressing my back

When in my life have I ever knelt? When did I expose my back to someone like that? Even at my human age, I don't think I'd ever-

"Are you ready, Drac?"

"I think you prepared me well." I said this, but I was silently questioning everything that was happening at that moment, when I, dark lord, fell so hard from grace

That head entered agonizingly slowly, filling me with dread and chills. My thighs started to shake, along with my arms. My head felt heavy as I groaned

"Ah! Argh! Hummm!

"Inside~ see it wasn't that bad right?" Dracula trembled a little with the new sensation, there was discomfort in his bottom.

I dragged my fingernails across the bed sheets, tearing them. The rope burning my back and chest. That strange object was poking my prostate,

Weird. All I could think was that it was a strange feeling

Her hands massaged my shoulders and neck, kneeling the area, a strange relief settling in.

I felt my face turn red, the embarrassment made me blush like a little girl. I never considered anything feminine about myself until you mentioned how round and firm my butt was.

Lisa, what in God's name am I doing? Let a young girl fuck me? What Adrian-

My eyes widened when you started messing with me. Shoving that thing deeper in my ass

"You're so cute like that Drac" you praised me

My stomach dropped when I heard the compliment. Shit this is dangerous

Dracula's eyes widened when you began to move your hips more intensely. Lowering its head and letting out grunts and growls. Leaving your nails on the mattress

When you found his G-spot, Dracula began to release thicker, shorter moans.

"Here? Do you like me hitting here?"

"nnh! N-no! I mean Y-yes! It's g-good! Argh!"

You held Dracula against the pillow by his neck, increasing your speed. Dracula trashed again his bidding, his body trembling, heating up as you pushed past new frontiers never explored

(I made a fanart of this scene lmao… help... oh I need help from Christ

Dracula felt that familiar euphoria course through his body, in a more electric and violent way. His cock was hard, begging for attention. He clenched involuntary around the dildo in frustration.

Cock was swollen, pre-cum leaking from the tip onto the sheets, unfocused eyes, open mouth, cold sweat adoring his body

"You're breathtaking like this, Mr. Dracula. I love it. You make me feel so good~" you sang

The eroticism of me succumbing to this human, for a vampire, a king, a man of my size... how embarrassing... How a man is nothing compared to his woman

His woman? It had such a nice ring to it. My woman. Warm goosebumps passed through my brain.

She suddenly slapped me, making me press against the vibrator

"(Name)!"

Her breasts pressed against my back

"Aww! Can't you cum baby? Let me help you!" You began to beat Dracula's member without stopping. He felt his body begin to give in, his vision begin to blur, and his strength fail before his dick shot milk everywhere, his chest expanded, and his legs convulsed.

Dracula lay on his stomach breathing deeply, reflecting on what happened. You ate his ass. He was going through that reminder of My God, I let someone eat me. What did I do.

Dracula felt you hugging him from behind, kissing the back of his neck and back. "Thank you love. That was the best I could ask for. You were perfect~"

Dracula turned his back, hugging you. "That was... strange... at the same time as it was good. I've never felt such strong and inexplicable pleasure like that."

"You must be tired let me clean-" Dracula pinned you against the bed

"..." you looked surprised

"No. I want more." You felt the brunette's fangs on your neck.

"More?"

"More!...Can I?" You nodded, feeling the spikes passing through your skin layer.

You're not usually the one who gets tired in this type of sex, but the vampire's energy + disposition +breath was too much.

Dracula had sat on your lap now, riding the toy while drinking your blood. He had an expression of pure ecstasy, reaching the heavens there.

Dracula let you taste your blood, playing fighting with tongue. Passing this metallic taste to your tongue

You moved my body with incredible ease, spreading my legs, placing them on your shoulders.

As you continued moving, my brain was electrocuted, my mouth couldn't hold back my own drool and your divine blood, feeling our hips connect in this position making me moan, cover my face like a blushing nun, you pulled back by my hips.

"Let me see you." Your hands couldn't cover my wrist, but you managed to pin my hands to the bed

"You're really feeling it, aren't you?" You stole my breath, fighting my tongue so fearlessly, with the burning desire to conquer me... which you did. You stole the remaining shards of my heart, repaired it, and put it to use.

Oh no.

You started to speed up, drilling that damn toy as deep as you could. I closed my eyes, not trusting my expression, as deep grunts and the sound of sex filled the room. The stretching, the firm grip, the possessiveness, his adorable face full of euphoria, that hunter's look... preying on my very existence... too much... I love it.

"What would Adrian think seeing his father in this position?" You provoked me

You broke me, you succubus in human form. I couldn't bear to think what Alucard and my generals would think if they saw me like this. The chills, mixed with the pleasure and the risk of being found, ripped through my second orgasm. The rope continued to dig into my skin, leaving a delicious burn.

I rested the back of my hand on my forehead, breathless. My hair stuck to my sweaty back. My lower limbs twitched uncontrollably as I came.

You were breathing heavily, with a busty being on top of you, sleeping hugging a stuffed animal, in this case you, peacefully.

"I think I lost my vision." Did you feel the lack of blood affect your brain after the orgasm?

[warmerstranger]

STARFRUIT PICKS AND CARVINGS

。°˖ ʚɞ ꒦꒷⩩ Ft. The Astral Express (Trailblazer, March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt Yang, Pom Pom) x GN! Reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulation, overprotective, controlling behaviors, implied stalking, gaslight, obsession, possessive traits), found family <3

°°``Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

Woo! Finally back :) Himeko is shortest despite being the first part I worked on.. unexpectedly difficult to write for.

✏ Packed up with unknown origins and left to wander as a fresh face with a gaze filled with wonder and raw sincerity like a piece of paper waiting to write out your own life, you're welcomed with open arms to travel between the stars and treated as if you've been around for a longer than even more than the Conductor themself.

☄Stelle/Caelus (The Funky Sibling)

- The one saving and dragging your ass out when you dive into troubles (particularly that is caused with/by them in the first place). You both be topping the most troublesome duo due to them being a calamitous influence on you, literally before you know it, you're already in it together; doing a little bit silly tomfoolery, antics and trash treasure hunting.

Despite them acting out a deadpan humor 23/7, they're gutsy and all when the situation needs it especially on that one time you're to hide in a closet with them from the Goethe Hotel's resident devil. Hands down they would really give a beating/long roast and rant to whoever is the unlucky person that mistreat you they aren't going to let it slide as long as you're under their watch, you have to restrain them back literally if you even could...! Trailblazer is either the living personification of your inner demons, intrusive thoughts, the very lethal temptations that need to be acted upon with you as the enabler or you can be a little goody-two shoes yourself and be the one affecting them under good impact—to be a reasonable member of the society, that's fine too. You can't change them at their core anyway, they're still their own person with a mind to act as they like, the omen of chaotic authenticity (you still play a big role in determining their behavior structure since they would be swayed easily especially if you ask nicely with a cherry on top and puppy eyes).

They like to gift you random trinkets you would've thought that they stole it off from some high class places or people (they might have) but most are actually from trash cans, they don't tell you that of course unless you ask nicely with a Cherry on top and even then you'll have to go through their original recital of the quote unquote, 'enlightening hard-fought' battles and journeys for obtaining the valuable trinkets.

You can count on them for any shiny secret of the stars/universe for sure, they're up to give you some thoughts-empty philosophical preaching that would leave you both more questions than answers. Onward to another illusion of free choice.

❆ March 7th (The Mouthy Cousin)

- The one treating you to accessories or piece of clothing she thinks you would be fit in or anything that might catch your eyes in the shopping sessions with her. You're mostly being treated as her dress-up doll or best companion for her to dump the juicy gossips or trends she got her hands on depending on her mood, no in-between.

March is always gushing about you one way or another, snapping pictures of you with her together so fast in a row of clicks that you can't really stop her from how... active she is. Surely she's just a harmless big fan of yours. In reality, she absolutely have tons of your candid pictures in her another separate limitless-storage camera. Any expressions, poses, and moments about you are a must she couldn't miss it a sec! She's literally keeping a secret album or scrapbook filled with them she could beat Dan Heng's data bank collection in that category at this point. What you don't know, wouldn't hurt you, right? Sometimes she and the Trailblazer quarrel against each other in terms of borrowing you as a partner/company to go with, like March would maximize all her brain cells potential for any reasons she could make up on that occassion or she would just have to delve in the intense battle of rock-paper-scissors.

She's your reliable source for up-to-date information and all the sensational tidbits, so you're very forced encouraged to count on her at that!

✒ Dan Heng (The Silent but Deadly Brother)

- The voice of reason, the dependable go-to in gathering and tidying up your thoughts, undoing the knots of jumbled up thoughts since he has the most braincell compared to the certain two others. Before you realize it, he's the person to depend on mostly—the closest you can reach out to anytime possible, you could be baring your heart to him and you wouldn't possibly realize when he has already keep it safe to somewhere out of reach from anyone else. Now, you would be holing yourself up more often in his room. Since he has this cultured cool air that makes him seem cool and competent, his words are credible ordinarily and thus influence your decision-making ability more like he would only need to tell you not to do something just in a quiet and clear tone and you could feel your temptation to inflict chaos withdrawed for the time being.

More frequently you might start to see yourself hovering close to Dan Heng or, is it him who has been always there from the first beginning as if knowing all your frequent spot and routes? Somehow you get the highest urge to be well-behaved under someone's silent watchful eyes that felt prickly with uneasiness it's almost like he has you on a leash.

You would be more prone to choose this alternative more than that option, taking up that one method because it's proven effective for you. Dan Heng doesn't need to do anything too drastic, what thoughts have he learned and collected about you are rarely let out too, it's giving him a peaceful satisfaction to know you're secured in his lines of thinking unless you start to go off the rails and gets your well-being threatened, that's when he will step in, revealing the moment you could witness he doesn't actually have that much self-restraint to uphold like the two others.

❇ Himeko (The Coffee Aunt)

- The one spoiling you rotten, similar to how March is, but in terms of more lavish things, clothes, and including weapons...!? She would every month give you enough allowance for you to splurge on depending how well you're behaving.

In your life, Himeko has become your driving force in a way you might not notice and you would end up only be ashamed of yourself after she gives you this disapproving look while telling you she isn't one to tell you something because she embodies a spirit of being adventurous herself, but she wouldn't be sure if you could do fine yet getting into specifically dangerous things like that. It's up to you nonetheless, she won't stop you, she wouldn't refuse to give a helping hand even in your supposedly own mess you made and if you had learn something you might regret for being involved with... be sure not to let her know or she would keep impelling you towards those things over and over until you get stronger as her way of training so you could face them by yourself that in the end, you might seek more journey and challenging ways of life to bask yourself in...

Of course, you also have the privilege to have her special coffee. In fact, she never stops getting ideas of new blends she could give to you based on your experiences so far—they would give it a more everlasting taste in your mouth that you wouldn't ever forget, don't you think? As reminded of that spacious and overwhelming milky way...

✦ Welt (The Thoughtful Grandpa)

- The one most doting and lenient on you who still keeps you under a protective control. Welt is the perfect balance out of the family; experienced, compassionate, has a boyish charm, sophisticated and wise. He's someone who you can't help but love him simply as the youthful parent he is. Either way, he has become the important part of your life, eager to keep pace with you and find out your latest development or daily journey. He likes to provide you with some of animations mixed of his experiences, everything that had passed up until the current time, your adventure and/or everyday routine as entertainment and even hinted education through clues and points you can take note from whenever you feel like you're in a bind in your life situation. Even just being in his company when you wind down, any conversations with him will result a rich fruitful knowledge and enlightenment philosophy if you let him get carried away with his track of thoughts, though it's still relaxing to hear his voice at least.

There's almost no cons that could trascend past the pros of him overall. No matter the struggles and troubles that you meet, you feel like you can tackle anything and having your hopeful future figured out, laid down to you that the only left thing to do is to believe in it then follow with all the courage you gain from reaching up to this far. Probably since a certain someone has been watching out for you and taking care of you too well as if you're his own child. You may notice Welt is discreet yet quite selective in allowing few people into your life, leading you away from fated encounters with the ones he advised to not get yourself involved, sparing you off the hassle to face a risky battle, and many others that you feel like he's shaping your life sometimes. But it's not like he's all that controlling or restricting, so it should be only wise to just trust him and leaving some responsibilities for him to take on, right? He's the experienced member who acts as if he's from the far off distant future that leaves momentous traces of his presence for you after all...

ᰔᩚ Pom-pom (The House Pet Owner)

- Guardian of the train with their own whole soul, with you as the passenger, they're all the more fussy about you with commands to take care of yourself and not neglect your health if you seem unwell (get ready for a more intensive checkup). At any signs that comes from something off even a slight dust speck or different scent on you will be brought up, interrogated, they need to make sure you're at your best most of the time! They couldn't have you feeling down as well or they would feel (even more depressed throughout the day) -as if they fail to fulfill their main purpose and duty, maybe there could also be something about the train that somehow bug you or dampen your mood...

So it's totally recommended if you depend on them; with some tasks in scope of their abilities (they will make sure to give their all and taking them very seriously), you can tell any nicely worded feedbacks or constructive criticism (if you even have the heart to reprimand them for it, shame on you) and hug them kindly for your needed soft texture of comfort dose (after much convincing, they are not to be treated as a stuffed animal!! but they're most indulgent on you without much consideration, they do appreciate and feel happy for being treated or praised this kindly). Pom-pom also wouldn't want you to tell the others (they still know though) that the conductor has always been giving more bonus rewards for you only.

[paresims]

Cece Collection

Hey everyone, here is an off season collection featuring a top, 4 skirts, a thong, a belt, a hat & a necklace and rope set. This set also features add ons & separate accessories to give you all endless mix & match possibilities. We also wanted to share a sample version of the Cece Mini Skirt since we thought you all might enjoy a cute mini skirt. We hope you will enjoy these pieces as much as we do 💞

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Cece Top

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Cece Mini Skirt

25 Swatches Bottom Category Specular Map for Realistic Shine

Cece Mini Skirt ( Sample )

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Cece Mini Skirt with Thong

25 Swatches Bottom Category Specular Map for Realistic Shine

Cece Mini Skirt with Thong Add On

10 Swatches Gloves Category Use it to change the thong color

Cece Thong

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Cece Long Denim Skirt with Belt

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Cece Long Denim Skirt

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Cece Belt

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Cece Conductors Cap

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[weeping-statue]

Ough I can’t wait for when you start Elden Ring it’s so good!

I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for Andrew Kreiss x Hunter reader that’s super friendly (kinda how Mike Hunter is canonically a friendly hunter) but they especially dote on Andrew and has a super soft spot for him?

Andrew is a little scared of Hunter in the beginning though because they look not very human? (They’re humanoid but they kinda have some animal like features like a long furry tail and animal ears + antler like horns (is it obvious that they’re slightly influenced by vicar Amelia? Sob))

Please and thank you! - 🔮

Also what Overwatch characters would you write for if it’s okay for me to ask?

I’m so sorry I got to this so late but here we are! I dunno if you saw but I did answer your question in this post! Also yesss the Bloodborne reference!! I love Amelia, I hated fighting her cause she was just too pretty!!! <3 Oh btw I just got Andrew’s train conductor skin which I have been trying to pull for, for like ages..

Also this is heavily influenced by Amelia because she’s just an icon

Andrew Kreiss with a friendly Hunter!Reader who just absolutely adores him!!

On one hand, he really enjoyed the attention

On the other, he really didn’t know what the fuck was going on

He saw you around the manor from time to time, but you looked human, at first..

With your pretty lace veils and white clothes that seemed to be adorned with matching accessories. He couldn’t really deny he’d been watching you with a description like that.

But when he finally got to be in a match with you he was terrified.

You were quite tall, and very wolfy-ish.

He’d thought you’d be out for blood but boy was he wrong.

Really wrong, when he saw all the other survivors dangling off of you.

Andrew wasn’t sure he could trust this. It all seemed far too nice. Especially with the way you waved him over, and seemed to show extra attention to him.

Brushing his hair out of the way with a claw and keeping him close with your tail. Or even giving him small kisses to the forehead that he refuses to admit are his favorites.

“Hey! Put me down!” Andrew yelled,

Fussing about being picked up by his teammate Kevin.

“Oh come on! Stop being a baby, their friendly this match and your the only one not having a fun time!” The cowboy retorts back, not listening to him.

Andrew stopped struggling in his arms, clearly given up and was taken to the others who were messing with the snow.

He was weary of you at first, you seemed nice, lovely too, but knowing his luck you’d probably just target him or find him disgusting. But that couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

You liked Andrew, he was sweet, and somewhat straight forward. He had purpose even if he didn’t know it.

You saw the cowboy make his return and waved them over with a smile. The mercenary peeked up from his position, being wrapped up in your tail for warmth before settling back down. Along with memory who had been building mini snowmen around you both.

“Guess who I found!” Kevin exclaimed, setting Andrew down in front of you.

Andrew hit the snowy ground with a thud, instinctively backing up into Kevin’s legs. Which made him panic a bit more.

In an attempt to soothe him, you reach a hand over to brush his hair back into place and gently graze his cheek with your knuckles. He turns his head away as you do this. Cracking an eye open to watch you, a blush spreading to his ears.

Heart pounding, and thoughts racing he didn’t even notice you drag him towards you and entrap him in your arms.

Kevin whistled before realizing his friend is finally ‘gettin some’ in his words. And bowed his hat in respect, moving to help memory with her snowmen.

Andrew’s daze seems to break when he you nuzzle into his head, puffs of warm air hitting him nicely.

“You’ve got to stop being so paranoid. I’ll mistake it is for you not liking me.” You mumble.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean too.. I just..” Andrew couldn’t finish, his words dying in his mouth. Thoughts all jumbled up and chaotic while he tries to focus on your warm touch. Self soothing in your arms.

When he was calm again, he hanged there limply, watching the serene winter wonderland in from of him. Content to an extent.

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I watched Naruto while making this and it took me about two days to even make a dent.

It’s also really cold where I am and I think I’m turning into an ice cube😔

[peaxhypup]

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Rena Rouge redesign!!!

I took inspo from conductors, mardi gras, and her og design. This redesign was challenging for me to do since I do like her og design and didn't want to just copy-paste that one. My thought process and bts sketches are down below ^_^

My first thoughts were of conductors since she plays the flute, and conductors control the orchestra like her powers control illusions. That's why she has a button-up suit and even a waist-fabric thing in some sketches. The mask follows the same music theme with it being inspired by the phantom of the opera. I wanted to turn her ears into a scrunchie-type accessory and give her curlier hair.

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I thought more of the mask and made it look like a kitsune for a bit before remembering that Alya is Creole. So then I took inspiration from Mardi Gras which is huge in Louisiana. I also experimented with the ears more, making them attached to the mask instead of the hair. There are also more diamonds in her design, and I tried to simplify the design since it didn't feel enough like a hero suit. (No more boots!)

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Colors, design placement, and the hair were a NIGHTMARE and I felt very indecisive, but I eventually settled on something I liked!

[tamapalace]

Bandai Japan Details Tamagotchi Connection Pop-Up Store

Bandai Japan has finally provided more information on the upcoming Tamagotchi Connection pop-up store that will be selling the Tamagotchi Connection 20th Anniversary starting on Thursday July 25th, 2024 prior to the official release on August 3rd, 2024!

The pop-up store will actually move around in Japan from Osaka, to Fukuoka, Hiroshima, Nagoya, and Sendai.

[Tokyo] Holding period: July 25th (Thursday) to August 28th (Wednesday), 2024 Business hours: 10:00-21:00 Venue: Shibuya Sakura Stage SHIBUYA Side 3rd Floor Character Collection ※There will be a pre-sale of Tamagotchi Connection from Thursday, July 25, 2024. Please note that the stock is limited, so please understand when it is out of stock. [Osaka] Holding period: August 2 (Fri) - August 15 (Thu), 2024 Business hours: 10:00-21:00 Venue: Lucua Ire 1F Isetan Seasonal Selection/Promotion 2 ※There is no pre-sale of Tamagotchi Connection. Please understand in advance. [Fukuoka] Period: September 21 (Sat) - September 29 (Sun), 2024 Business hours: 10:00-20:30 Venue: Fukuoka PARCO (New Building 3F Event Space) [Hiroshima] Holding period: October 4, 2024 (Friday) - October 14 (Monday) Businegss hours: 10:00-20:30 Venue: Hiroshima PARCO (Main Building 8F Event Space) ※Venue not decided [Nagoya] Holding period: October 19 (Sat) - October 27 (Sun), 2024 Business hours: 10:00-21:00 Venue: Nagoya PARCO (East Building B1F PARCO BOX) [Sendai] Holding period: November 22 (Friday) to December 2 (Monday), 2024 Business hours: 10:00-20:30 Venue: Sendai PARCO (main building 6F PARCO SPACE6)

There will also be an exlusive Tama Search character to meet at the pop-up stores which is Young Mametchi who is riding on a train! How cute is he in that conductor hat?

All four Tamagotchi Connection 20th Anniversary shells will be available for sale for ¥3,960.

They’ll also be selling the beautiful Tamagotchi Original Tama Time Travel shell that is featured at the Tamagotchi World Tour 2024!

There will also be a bunch of adorable merchandise! Including a 90’s Marutto purse in 3 styles, hand towels in 3 styles, can badges in 6 styles, clear sided pouches in 3 styles, acrylic keychains in 3 styles, glasses cases in 2 styles, trading glitter can badges in 10 styles, trading tv type magnets in 10 styles, bento boxes in 2 styles, memo pads in 2 styles, and flake seal stickers in 2 styles.

There will also be a train Tama Sticker with a limited 16-digit download code for your Tamagotchi Uni! Dream Locomotive Conductor Set Tama Sticker comes with a train and conductor hat accessory.

Greetings wil also be held where you can meet Mametchi and Kuchipatchi!

Shibuya Sakura Stage Schedule: July 31 (Wednesday), August 1 (Thursday) Characters: Mamecchi, Kuchipachi Location: SHIBUYA side 3rd floor OPEN THE GATE STAGE Lucua Ire Date: August 10, 2024 (Saturday), August 11 (Sunday) Characters: Mamecchi, Kuchipachi Location: Isetan Seasonal Selection/Promotion 2 (in-store)

UPDATE: Bandai Japan has extended the touring pop-up store with two new locations in Shinjuku, and Shizouka. Learn more here.

[tmwwriting]

Snippets of a fic I’ll never write: (3/x)

Matt Graver x small town reader

The diner is small, nondescript: the standard four walls and a dingy vinyl floor, every surface peppered with dings and scrapes and carelessness. There's a sign for it just before the freeway off-ramp, generic and unpromising: a deep blue stamped with cartoon cutlery and a fuel pump for the gas station across the street. An H for hotel is on there, too. That one's a lie, but there is lodging, in the dingy strip mall motel further up or the RV parks stashed around the valley. The types that want cash, the paper per diem. All of it—lies included—make up the tiny little holler for passengers who can't wait for the bigger city just up the interstate. Families, mostly, on road trips with children who overestimate how long they can hold it. Some tourists—usually hippies with too much sense of adventure. Van life, whatever that is. Shirking the ocean for the mountain, waves for land. They all move on quickly, though.

No one ends up here on purpose.

The people that do are the people who get stuck. They stay and pretend it's a choice, like pitching a tent by the side of a car-wreck. There’re houses splattering the dirt roads that branch off from Main Street, fences made of wire, posts stuck haphazardly every so often. Bent and wrecked, a hit and run of neglect that means nothing ever looks new around here. It may have been a sparkling little town at one point, a postcard-cute sampling of good ol' country living. Now it's been painted over with a filter called Abandoned.

No police department, nor fire. The county handles all that. "Better for the budget", as though bureaucrats have ever concerned themselves with line items like Affordable Housing or Cost of Living. None of you are worth the investment, is what they mean. Even the YIMBYs and the NIMBYs don’t bother playing tug-of-war with this scrap heap.

But it's enough. It's a life, anyway. Small and boring, a persistent trickle from dilapidated water faucets, tinted brown with oxidized metal. Boil it, and you're good. You've always been an accomplished pretender, anyway. Daydreamer. You have to be, before the day-in, day-out monotony makes you forget what real music is supposed to sound like. But the chime of the diner door brings you back to reality with a thud each and every time, marks the end of whatever symphony was filling your head, like a conductors last grand flourish. By now you have a shorter distance to fall—you know not to stray too far away. Hurts less, this way, as you leave the towel at the half wiped-down table, and head out to the front.

He saunters into this life with the noon day sun, shoulders set like he owns the place. Modestly dressed, an untucked shirt that might have looked nice when he first bought it five years ago. It all fits well, though—certainly not new, but taken care of. No accessories other than utilitarian ones. Watch. Sunglasses.

He's handsome, is your first thought, even though the glasses’ frames cut harshly into the outline of his face. Strong features though, the ones that are visible. Proud forehead, arrogant chin. It juts out when he notices you staring, cheekbones widening in a little grin as he moves the glasses to his collar.

He doesn't wait for you either, just settles himself into a seat at the counter with a view of the parking lot. You wipe your hands on your jeans, hoping there's no damp imprints now, cheeks hot as you approach him like he's the sun. He slides over, eyeing you, and doesn't look away even as you set the plastic menu in front of him. 

He opens with, "Always this hot around here?" Not the worst line you've ever heard, and dropped so confidently you know that's just the way he talks; there’s no stakes in this for him.

"Not even real summer yet,” you counter. “Schools are barely out. You just wait another month, month and a half. Place’ll turn into a sauna. Now, can I start you off with something to drink?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Coffee, but—that thing it? Might need something stronger."

He tilts his head to get a look over the counter. The little drip machine looks as depressing as everything else in the place, but the bitter liquid it spews out can make a horseshoe stand upright. You don’t have time to defend the thing’s honor—just perk upright, hands on your hips. 

"The closest bar is ten miles down the road. Only thing stronger I've got is the bleach under the sink." 

"Stick with the coffee, then." He smiles. "No tiny little cups, ma'am. You bring that thing out in a punch bowl." 

Out of spite you search for the daintiest little teacup you can find in the place. It's certainly not a punch bowl, but he toasts you with it when you set it in front of him, like you've brought him the grail. 

You're bringing another table a refill of ketchup when you see him down the thing like a shot. Doesn’t even make a face, though you’ve seen grown men sputter and cough and choke on the bitterness. You quirk an eyebrow and go back to your cleaning.

He doesn’t want anything else—checking in a few times afterwards only gets you dismissed with grins and a wave of a hand. Finally, he asks for another cup, about thirty minutes after he finished the first. And then he stays, eyes now stuck to the TV up on the wall, wires duct taped strategically out of sight behind it.

Wiping down the counter a few spots next to him is a tad obvious, perhaps, but it lets you watch the news with him: big thick chyron about missing hikers; stone faced reporters with grim tones; a cut away to the grieving families issuing statements, huddled outside what looks like the county sheriff’s office. 

"Awful, all that,” you pretend you’re saying to no one in particular. “Didn't use to be so bad a few years ago. Now people going missing, just on trips to the Park. Even on private land, like a couple months ago. They find ‘em sometimes…after.” 

"Yeah, I imagine AKs shoved in their face didn't make it into the home movie."

He says it so flatly you almost wonder if you misheard. It’s the tone you’d have taken with a cashier who insists on chatting to you about your day, not grisly murders up in the hills. 

But then he grins and stands up, slaps down what you can tell is already a disproportionately high tip, and nods to you as the sunglasses come back on. 

“Excellent coffee here, though. Gonna remember that.” 

The door chimes again—it can’t tell an exit from an entrance—but this time there is no thud of disappointment, no bitter fading of your daydreams as reality bleeds through. Just a thin sheen of dampness in your palms, and a jolt stronger than any caffeine patch as you pocket the tip and the note he left, the news story still playing in the background. 

[imaginatorcreates]

Prompt Foundry Day 31: Celebrating Halloween! | Fictober Day 31: "it's always been you" | 31: Costumes (bweird OC-tober) (what are your ocs wearing for halloween?)

24 September 2024 — 24 September 2024

Word Count: 649 words

Author's Notes: Prompts by @thepromptfoundry and @fictober-event and @bweirdart. Full promptfoundry list here. Full fictober-event list here. Full BeWeirdOC-tober list here.

“Remember Zephyr — ”

“I know!”

“Not too much candy. And please try to stay close.”

Zephyr groaned. “Whynn, I’m not gonna run off super far! I’ve gotta take care of the passengers! And you’re one of them.” Really, it should be obvious from their costume. Maybe Whynn didn’t understand what they were dressed up as. So the child posed in the middle of the dark street, one hand pointing forwards and the other on their hip. “All aboard!” they called out.

Their hair fluffed out, untethered by a hat or other head accessory. While a hat would’ve really sold their costume, they hated the feeling of almost everything on their head. The most that they allowed was a hood, and even that felt too weird if they really thought about the sensation.

A few beings looked at the child, some cooing and others rolling their eyes. Zephyr ignored them at first, but as their gaze drifted between Whynn and the passerby, their bravado slowly faded into something sheepish. “You think my costume is nice, right?”

Whynn stayed silent for about 13 seconds of varying length before they patted Zephyr on the shoulders. “Very cute.”

“Very professional!”

“Professionally cute.”

Zephyr lightly hit their guardian on the arm and whined, “I’m a professional! ‘M not cute!”

“Oh, fine. You’re the most professional one there is.” Whynn fixed their short cape and said something under their breath that sounded like, “Maybe I should’ve done a different costume.”

“I like your costume. Wizards are super cool! They’re also super smart, like you,” Zephyr said. “You’re just missing the big hat they wear where you can shout ‘Sun and moon! Stars and sword! I summon to me, places not explored!’ or something!”

Whynn blinked owlishly behind their glasses, then gasped. “That’s a perfect spell!” They waved their hands with the grace of someone who didn’t exactly know what to do with their hands and recited the rhyme Zephyr made up. “Oh, that’s perfect!”

Zephyr hopped around their guardian. “Is it?”

“It is!”

The child let out a loud whoop of joy. “It is! I’m a spellmaker and a conductor and– AT!” Zephyr’s attention jumped from celebrating their new careers to the familiar conductor. The conductor was dressed in a classic black costume…maybe a vampire? Zephyr guessed that someone at the train depot or station gave it to the robot. “AT! Look, look!” They stumbled into a run towards the robot, leaping into a floating and slow-moving projectile. “Guess what I am!”

AT-1225 caught the light child and put them down. “Let me see…” He looked at their costume, and Zephyr caught the moment when she paused. “Oh? Are you a miniature me?”

“Yeah! It’s always been you!”

AT-1225 did something a little odd: it made a static-filled sound before covering its mouth. The static turned into a crackly laugh that continued even when Whynn managed to catch up to the duo. “Apologies, but — ” He tapped at his throat and static still echoed out. “Come on…” She tapped her throat a bit more before things calmed down. “You dressed up as a train conductor?”

“Of course! Whynn’s a wizard, I’m a train conductor, and you’re a vampire!”

AT-1225 shrugged. “My coworkers insisted.”

“No hat?” Whynn asked.

“My coworkers also insisted that the hat would ruin the overall costume.”

Zephyr watched as Whynn took one of AT-1225’s gloved hands and pressed the back of it to their mouth. AT-1225’s voicebox fizzed and he reached up to grab a hat that wasn’t there. She instead shaded her eyes and crackled out, “Whynn! You — !”

“Sorry, sorry. I had to.” Whynn looked happy, a sheepish smile on their face.

Zephyr on the other hand, pretended to gag. “Ew! Ew ew ew! I’m here for candy and pointing at people, not this!” They circled around the two with increasing intensity until they could finally move forwards.

Halloween, here they all go!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"Mr. Crewel-sensei, can you help me find suitable clothing for me? I barely have enough thaumarks to buy myself something nice, and i don't know where to start. " Yuu stood with their clothes ragged and their appearance dishevelled.

If he doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.

You perched on your creaky bed, twiddling your thumbs while stealing anxious glances at the man digging through your closet. Crewel tossed school uniforms all over the floor, growing increasingly frustrated with each duplicate. As it turned out, you hadn’t been joking when you told him the clothes on your back were all you had.

Clutching a crumbled uniform in one hand, Crewel met your eyes. “This won’t do. There’s no variety in your wardrobe—I had no idea you were in such dire straights.”

“Is it too late for me, sensei? Am I doomed to be a fashion disaster for my whole life?”

He grimaced, letting the vest and jacket fall on your comforter. “Not if I have anything to say about it. There’s still hope for you yet. To begin with…”

Crewel glanced around the room, taking in the grimy, worn interior design. Moth-eaten curtains, dusty armchairs unused for decades, rugs fraying at the edges.

“There is plenty of fabric around us that can be treated and repurposed. We can easily construct entirely new garments.”

He waved his pointer like a conductor’s baton—and at his command, the curtain carefully dislodged themselves and floated over to you. They circled your body, wrapping around you like a gown. It cinched, then a pair of scissors snipped down the line, cutting out a sheet of fabric in a comfortable size.

“Wow,” you marveled, watching the curtain get shaved down into a T-shirt. With expert stitching, a ribbon worked its way up the sides, creating a near criss-cross pattern on an otherwise plain top. “You can do that to replace my entire closet?!”

Crewel laughed, allowing the shirt to settle in your lap. “I could, yes—but what good would it do to spoil you? Growing pups must learn their own tricks and how to fend for themselves, not remain in the shadow of their master for all time. I will instruct you in the way of the needle and thread, then let you loose to experiment with your own style and creativity.

“You should also familiarize yourself with thrifting and taking care of used clothes. You can find fine outfits and accessories at an affordable price if you know where to look. I can give recommendations in the local town if you wish.

“And finally, there are ways to tidy up one’s appearance without breaking the bank. Investing in an iron, conditioning to smooth the flyaways, having a roller on hand to keep clothes free of hair and lint, splashing the face with cold water in the mornings to combat puffiness, brushing the hair, pinching the cheeks to improve circulation…”

Crewel rattled off tip after tip as though he were mid-lecture. You clamored to collect them all, making mental notes of each. When the needle and spool of thread landed in your hands, you hardly noticed them until your teacher clicked his tongue.

“Let’s begin with threading the needle,” Crewel announced, holding up his own. “You feed this through the eye… and be careful not to prick yourself!”

“What if I do?” you asked anxiously.

“Hmph, then you greatly underestimate this Crewel-sama. You have no need to fear. I’m qualified to patch you up, should it come to that. It would be cruel to leave a pup in need.” He gestured at your sewing materials. “The needle.”

“Right, right.” You summoned a grateful smile. “I appreciate the help. Please teach me well, sensei.”

He returned the look. “You’re most welcome—and you needn’t doubt me.”

[hatconfessionbooth]

Confession 7...

i don't like how a lot of the community handle discotrain when people ship conductor and grooves it only ever focuses on conductor and barely gives grooves any character and treats him more as an accessory to conductor