#HOW is he still so hard to draw i've drawn him 4 times already

[orsanedraws]

stole Hamish's face to create a little fucked up science freak and play him like a doll

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

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*cough* I forgot this series was a thing I was doing uwu

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DIASOMNIA

Malleus Draconia

"Oh? How bold of you to think you could capture my visage in a mere canvas."

He says with the goofiest smile imaginable（⌒▽⌒）

He's already summoning a chair to sit on

Very experienced with posing so it's a breeze

You have a nice chat about philosophy, gargoyles and culture while you draw him

When you're done he's fangirling internally

Asks if he can commission you to draw a portrait of the both of you tgt

Hangs it up in his room <3

Becomes a regular commissioner

Mostly gargoyles

10/10 honestly nothing bad to say he's lovely

Lilia Vanrouge

"Fufufu, I've been in thousands of portraits over the years, you'll have to try your hardest to really impress me~ No pressure though!"

100% pressure once again

The old bat man will probably be hanging from the ceiling no negotiating

So it's either you draw him upside down or get upside down too

If you choose the second option you best hope no one walks in on you cuz damn wtf

How are you doing that you aren't even using magic???

When you're finished he jumps down and looks and goes

"How nice! Art has truly evolved so much since the last time I had one done~"

Starts showing you some of the portraits he had before like he's showing you baby pics

One of them has him looking like those medieval babies TT

4/10 I can't explain why I'm not giving him a lower score he's just funky

Silver

"No problem. If I fall asleep you can just wake me up, I won't mind."

He doesn't have much experience in posing but he's a natural

He's lookin like a disney princess fr, animals have started gathering

You're having a pleasant chat abou-

Oop he fell asleep

You think about waking him up but like

He looks so peaceful and like he's not even really moving so-

By the time you're done he's probably up and he starts apologizing

Tbh it's Silver so it would've been beautiful whether he was awake or asleep

Bonus points if you include the woodland critters snuggling into him

Human anatomy AND animal anatomy practice!!

9/10 he tried his best and it did turn out well

Sebek Zigvolt

"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS HUMAN! MY VALUABLE TIME IS SPENT GUARDING AND PROTECTING THE HONOUR OF THE GLORIOUS YOUN-"

once again someone kiss him and shut him up omg

Or actually just show him the Malleus portrait he'll shut up

Yeah you have to do Malleus first if you wanna draw him

Stiff like a ramrod his face looks constipated

Ask him a question about his young master and he forgets he's being drawn in exactly 3 seconds

His face really lights up as he talks about him it's kinda cute

By the time you're done he's probably still talking so interrupt in a speech break

Thinks you did a good job and asks for some advice with art

Then starts trying to buy the malleus portrait off of you

I should've tried harder to not make 80% of his just him talking about the dragon boi but it's really hard cuz he's just him TT

7/10 he's not that bad but your ears are bleeding

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

[warywind]

Dergtober 4-8

Time to catch up on derbtober art! I meant to post these more regularly, oops.

Day 4: Pirate; featuring, err, she somehow doesn't have a name yet after 6 years. Current ideas are maybe Seaberry? Nebelung? We'll see. Anyway, she's one of the main combatants of a band of nocturne thieves. While most of the members prefer to stick to indirect combat and poisons should something go wrong with a mark, she's more than happy to start drawing her blades.

Day 5: Map; featuring Jasper. No, I did not draw all this that day, lol. I decided today's prompt was a good opportunity to make myself finish this drawing from March where I'd already drawn and colored everything except the map accent and a few other wing details. I just did not want to deal with that accent haha. The drawing originally was a style test to see how using exclusively hard-edged cell shading would look. It works alright for dramatically-lit irishim, but I don't think it's a style I would want to use for any length of time.

Day 6: Deity; featuring a real quick sketch of what it might look like for the Windsinger to pass by; keeping things loose and rough because if I went much further I'd have to start thinking composition thoughts and I didn't sign up for designing a whole landscape. XD The dragon far below is my random progenitor Aural. He's devoted to his deity and credits the Windsinger for having a better plan for him when childhood blindness made the plans his parents would have had impossible. His faith is a quiet one though, mostly shown through his dedication to individual freedom and making sure his clan is a place where everyone can thrive.

Day 7: Ancient; featuring, uhhh, also doesn't have a name. I guess I never decided how I want to handle Aberration name schemes. I hunted down which of my Ancients is the oldest by hatchdate. By lore, this pair is somewhat unusual among Aberrations in that their brains are linked, so its pretty loud in their heads as they are constantly aware of each other's thoughts. In theory this would allow them to coordinate pretty well, and they can when they are properly paying attention, but just as often they end up getting in each other's way. Such as here, where a noise behind them catches their attention and they end up bonking heads because they tried to move into the same space.

Day 7: Portal; featuring an extra quick sketch of Oneiri and a confused message recipient. Aural's son is close to flightless due to his tiny wing size, but makes up for it with dreameater abilities he gained from bonding with an ancient Baku. Jumping into the ethereal plane is a very effective way to travel! Oneiri's plane jumping is something I've wanted to draw for a while and I hope to make a more serious attempt at it sometime. The clan generally tries not to advertise his abilities because drawing attention is usually more hassle than it's worth, but pranking new clanmates that don't know is still fair game and I couldn't resist adding a startled onlooker in the corner. XD

[maskrosfe]

Hi I was wondering what is your thought process to “OC-ify” matsuda to make kenzou who is absolutely wonderful and I love them so very much whenever you share of them!!!

How do you separate your “matsudas” and your “Kenzous” in your head??

As someone trying to “OC-ify” my faves I have been hitting a wall and would like some advice if you are willing to offer some!

Thank you!! I hope you have a lovely day and your art creations are amazing!!

Hello hello, and thank you so much 😊!! This is a really good question actually! I'll do my best to write some thoughts about it and you can feel it out and see if it works for your OC-ifying project! (which is always exciting! OC-ifying Matsuda and others has brought me lots of joy #^_^#)

Intro: At the point in time that I OC-fied Matsuda and the others, I had been drawing them as cats for a bit already. I had experienced prior to this a feeling of "hehe those are my Ocs" when looking at Matsuda, L, Near and Mello especially. However, having suddenly drawn this very stark contrast (colorful catboys) to how they appear in the original work, it made me connect more to the idea that these guys are becoming something else in my head, more or less kickstarting actually OC-ifying them.

Tip 1: I do believe therefore, that if you wish to OC-ify a character, it can be good to pull them toward some sort of extreme to create a contrast to their "original". This helps with giving them a new home in your head, understanding them more as something different than where they started.

For me that process entailed cute-ifying the characters, taking them out of their bleak epic supernatural crime drama and putting them into a colorful world of love and comfort, but it could entail bringing any sort of contrast to the mix. Tip 2: Spending time with the idea of Kenzou also brought him to life: Drawing him, thinking about him, etc. To find out who Kenzou was beyond who Matsuda was, I had to draw him out of me. Like pulling a heavy anchor out of the ocean. Same with Piyara and the others, and I'm still pulling ^_^ so everytime I draw them I learn more about them! You can also make playlists or moodboards, if you enjoy that sort of thing :-)

Tip 3: To find out who Kenzou was I also had to create the world around him. Contrast here helps a aswell, because if I change the world completely, the character changes almost automatically too.

When you're focusing hard on one character, It's sometimes easy to forget how important others + the surrounding world are to who that character is, so I'm tinkering a lot with those around Kenzou to see what they bring out of him. For example, I'm currently pondering a lot about who his friends are, or co-workers. Removing his occupation as a cop and removing his relations to the task force has already changed who he is / who he appears to be a lot. So, worldbuilding! If you want to Oc-ify a character, it brings a lot to the process by also re-making the world you found them in. (with that said, there's no need to abandon the world you found them in, if the world you found them in is part of what you really enjoy about them. If that's the case, try to imagine a different POV in that world perhaps) Tip 4: Seek inspiration from other places *nod nod* What is your character missing in it's original form, that you would like to give them? A lot of times new creations is a mixtape of things we are drawn to, and this is what is so lovely about creation 😤

When I began working on Kenzou as a charatcer, I was very inspired by the ambience of the manga Hirayasumi by Keigo Shinzō, and I think that affected early choices a lot! Conclusion: Alright, phiouw! I think that's a solid summary of my thoughts on the topic for now. Kenzou is the first time I've so shamelessly and directly made a character out of the shell of an already existing one (that's not mine), so I'll probably have more thoughts on the topic in the future. I hope this could be of interest to your own process anon, and that you have lots of fun with the OC-ifying 😊 Thank you for your question and for your love! Best regards from me :-)

[josukespimphand]

I've been meaning to watch Jujutsu Kaisen. What got you watching? I just finished season one of Delicious in Dungeon.

Ahhh I’ve been watching/ reading it since the first season! I originally got into JJK because of Gojo… I didn’t even know who he was but I remember scrolling on twitter and seeing someone with a cropped closeup of Gojo’s face from vol. 4? But I remember being too shy to ask this person who he was/ what series was he from lol. I remember seeing the art and thinking “not to sound weird but I really love how this guys teeth is drawn…” and so, I reversed image searched the drawing and wala!

This was a few months before S1 had even gotten announced, too. I remember pulling up the manga and reading a few pages and not getting all that far (I was being lazy tbh.) but then, the anime had gotten announced and I was like “wait, isn’t this the series that I just found out about a couple of months ago??? It looks fun :0!!!” But even then, I still hadn’t started on reading it until after the second episode was released lmfao.

I actually ended up binging the manga in one night and at the time, there were only about 50ish chapters available so I was literally fiending for more if I’m being real 😭… I was so crazwkskakal. I wasn’t too nuts about Gojo originally (I was definitely a FAN but I remember being so normal about him during S1’s original run lmfao. The things I’ve said about that man… I’m a Gojo girl unfortunately….. I’m still kind of normal about him though. He’s a very well written character and deserves all of the love he gets as a character kakakak. It’s so easy to like him!

I do tend to stay away from fandoms in general (I’ve done this ever since I��d started to use social media) but especially regarding the fans of the stuff I actually enjoy. Outside of the classics like Naruto (always in my heart…) and such, I haven’t really enjoyed a new age shounen and series this much with my whole heart since JJBA (not new age but you get it) and if you’ve been following this blog for a while then you must know that I used to be such a huge fan of it! (I still am but I’ve calmed down… I miss it a whole lot actually. I still have to catch up with JoJolands… haven’t gotten that far tbh.)

DM is fun but I haven’t gotten all that far into the manga (only ever read the first chapter and that was years ago) but I watched the first 12 or so episodes and I really enjoyed them! Haven’t looked back (it’s hard to keep up with anime… and the fans make me not want to interact with it as much tbh…. JJK is diff since i genuinely adore it and I don’t interact with the fans at all anyway outside of a few mutuals/friends and I pretend everything else doesn’t exist 😭…… JJK fans are so 👎🏾 but I’m already invested so it’s a little too late for me to turn back 🫨.)

[goldenkamuyhunting]

Hi thankyou for writing very informative analysis on GK!my first encounter with your posts is looking up their heights and then the army rankings in order of our beloved characters. While I try to avoid spoilers, I have already heard from a friend that the manga ending is rushed..

if you are following the anime to s4 is Asirpa's feeling for sugimoto as obvious in the anime compared to the manga? [I'm so far an anime only and will start s3 soon. I also am reading the manga up to Sapporo hotel arc]

Do you know how it's profitable for publishers to rush their artists when obviously it's fans are still willing to buy more of their comics.. like extend their contracts perhaps.. I felt quite sad for how some animes turned out and would hate for GK to go that route

Lol is it possible for Noda to draw Canon extras on his blog of GK despite the end of the manga? Or is he also present in the anime direction? I heard that if he was given more chapters to write, he would be able to elaborate on the character's choices in the ending so hopefully hes got a say in the anime.

Lastly, do you think S5 is the season finale based on the pace? I love to bingewatch shows.

Thankyou

Welcome in the GK world!

If possible the anime (especially in the first 2 series) made Asirpa's feelings for Sugimoto even more obvious than they were in the manga, people who were strongly against the idea of an eventual Sugi/Ripa endgame complained about it more than once.

For start it cut completely Umeko's role (in the manga Umeko was declared in the early chapters as the woman Sugimoto loved) and started giving Sugimoto and Asirpa more space, from ep 16 in which Sugimoto picks up Asirpa in his arms to take her away from Hijikata to an huge expansion of the scene in which they hid in deer skins in Ep 17 to the ending theme of the second series with Asirpa with her hand on Sugimoto's heart, to the finale itself in which Asirpa, who normally doesn't believe in dreams, dreams Sugimoto and believes it's a dream sent to her by the gods and in her dreams Sugimoto tells her the things he wanted to tell her as if they were having a mental connection, a scene that's not in the manga.

Part of the criticism though didn't steem just by people hating the Sugi/Ripa but also by how the second season cut a lot of scenes from the manga to then add this sort of scenes which weren't in the manga and seemed to promore the Sugi/Ripa agenda.

Season 3 and 4 were closer to the manga so didn't got as much criticism.

It's unknown if Noda was rushed by his editor or not. It might be he was bored or got worned out by GK. Or it might be he didn't even realize his work felt rushed, maybe he only wanted to make it fast paced and... well, it didn't quite work.

Of he just did wrong his math, he wanted to end the story at Vol 31 (due to one of the possible reading for 31 being Saichi, Sugimoto's name) but created too many sideplots he had to solve so he had to rush.

This is actually a concrete possibility as the last volumes are REALLY big because they also contain more chapters than usual when he could have instead just put in them less chapters and made one more volume.

Since GK was a successfull manga I honestly find hard to believe Noda was pressured to end it unless there was some problem I know nothing about.

Anime are a different matter as in the last years their main source of income are often the dvd so they're often kept short (12 episodes) in order to sell the dvd quickly and efficently.

I doubt Noda will have time to draw canon extras on his blog, as he's working on another manga. The most he might do is drawing extra illustrations.

Who knows, maybe extra might be drawn if he were to take part to some other GK project.

I don't really know how much involved he is in the anime I've heard he was consulted for some things but, as a mangaka, Noda is already pretty busy on his own so I don't know if he would have the time to get involved more... and I've my doubts on him wanting to expant the anime ending. It's of course not impossible but I'm not sure he would be interested in it.

Currently the anime covers till half of Vol 25. This would mean 6 volumes and a half are missing... but we could also say 7 volumes since as I said the last volumes are bigger than the others.

The remaining arcs are losely 3, the Hokkaido one, the Fort Goryokaku one and the train ride one.

If the anime has 12 episodes, it means 4 episodes for each arc, if they increase the episode number (season 4 has 13 episodes so 12 isn't a given) and let's say go at 15, it would make 5 episodes for each arc.

It's possible to fit everything in, though if we fit everything well or in a rushed manner is up to the authors. Brain's base to me looked better than Geno studio so they could make it... because splitting those 3 arcs in 2 series seems too long to me.

Of course an even better solution could be put 2 arcs in the anime and the final arc in a movie... but I think they're more likely to keep everything in one anime.

Due to Geno Studio's anime poor quality as far as I know the GK anime isn't super popular and it would be hard for a movie to attrack enough audience so it's likely the next series is the final one.

Still, that's just me and I might be wrong so take this with a grain of salt.

Thank you for your ask!

[blxxditout]

Day 10: What does your muse look like? Did anything inspire his looks? From your secret Santa

He has a description in his segment of my google doc, and I've drawn him a handful of times, but I've yet to make a full ref of him. I'll go ahead and lovingly describe him again since his appearance is something that I really like about him. Putting that under the cut though. For inspiration, I'd say that Robert Pattinson was definitely kept in mind. I really liked his face, but I couldn't see it for Sid, nor could I imagine him portraying my character. Face claims are hard, especially when your character looks a specific way that doesn't align with your mental image of the muse. In spite of that and what I've been told though, Simon Henriksson from Cry of Fear wasn't taken into account despite the comparisons that could be made about their characters.

I did want him to vaguely look like a hunter from Left 4 Dead though, since originally he was going to be a zombie.

He is a tall, pale man, as sickly as a corpse but life still persists through him somehow. It couldn't be fathomed with how dull his skin looked besides the norm of a healthy glow. His eyes are sunken are the results of sleepless nights, and days spent rotting away in the dark of his room, though there is something that is unsettling about them. They're nearly unnatural with how light they are, nearing a silver while retaining a hint of blue. They say he has his father's eyes, but they were never this light, a testament of the horrific act that was done unto him by his partner. Even so, it is rare of him to express such through the windows of his soul, as it is often that they are curtained by the black mop atop his head.

His hair is a mess, perpetual bedhead that never bothered to be tamed. It curls slightly, with bangs framing his face to try to draw attention away from his striking eyes. Sid doesn't bother with his hair much, unless it's a hot day or irritating him. What he tends to wear doesn't change often, unless the Entity or someone else has bestowed upon him a new choice of attire, anything would be better than the bland clothes he likes to default to. That being said, his usual choice happens to be: a grey hoodie, black t-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and worn black sneakers. He prefers to dress for comfort rather than to dress formally, there isn't anyone he's trying to impress anymore, or would care to... save for a small few.

General appearances aside, he has a few finer details to his character that is rarely ever brought up. He has a prominent scar over his heart, taking the shape of a half of a heart(ironically) from when he was stabbed by Selene. The hair on his chest has stopped growing around there. His nails are also permanently black since he's reanimated. Even while being brought to the Fog, he still died, and I thought that it'd be neat of him to have. While his abilities are essentially non-existent save for his premonitions of the supernatural(dark sense/spine chill, etc.), he still has Scythe buried in his heart. If a killer stabs him there, they have a chance of hitting it, but they won't ever be able to physically retrieve it(he's not a kinder egg.)

Everything that I've explained here doesn't differentiate much from what I already have listed in his sheet, which is already pretty descriptive enough. Plus I have some other body headcanons: like how his teeth were made sharper upon being revived, or how he has stretchmarks on his stomach and arms. The little changes about his person from when he was alive compared to when he died/got brought back were very subtle, but they're a joy to describe. Regardless, when designing him, I didn't want to do anything grand with his character because he's not meant to be stylized. His whole point is that he was a normal guy, and then his whole life got flipped on his head. As he develops, he's bound to change and have more added onto his character, but as I see him now he is a perfect representation of what I wanted him to be.

[tuxedo-floracat]

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#5

so I redid Garak’s outfit....

64 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

I HAVE FINALLY OBTAINED A FANDRAGON I'VE WANTED SINCE 2014

Transmetal 2 Megatron from Beast Wars!!

I just need to change his primary but since metallic is a gem gene that'll be a while yet. Otherwise he is already complete and I am super happy with him!! Kind of ironic how I dressed him in the dinosaur armor to represent his one form that was not actually a dinosaur, lol.

and for comparison, here are scries I originally made in 2014 (L) and 2015 (R):

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71 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

happy fat dragon friday! first time participating, this is a wip i started a few weeks ago now bc drawing is still hard/slow for me with tendinitis/learning to draw with non-dominant hand (this was actually drawn completely left-handed! digital art w/stabilization tools help a lot lol) BUT i wanted to share him finally since fat dragon friday seemed like the perfect time lol. this is Kalamazoo the grill dad tundra!!! he loves grills, grilling, making burgers for everyone, and wearing socks with sandals.

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#2

sans undertide

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My #1 post of 2022

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[figonas]

feels right - AO3

summary:

Cardan keeps his gaze locked on mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Mmm” he hums in approval, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop. “You always taste better when you’re angry".

Jude tries one of her new outfits from the mortal sex store Dedicated, Cardan likes it very much.

track 2 of DEDICATED - A Jurdannet Revel Collab Fic

with: @hazelsheartsworn @lizziebxnnet @laequiem & @slightlyrebelliouswriter23

rating: E

words: 5293

links:

- MASTERLIST - TRACK 1 - TRACK 3 - TRACK 4 - TRACK 5 -

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- DEDICATED PLAYLIST BY @lizziebxnnet -

- PERSONAL MASTERLIST -

Twisting back and forth for what feels like the hundredth time I examine my reflection in the mirror before me, carefully adjusting the laughably short plaid skirt sitting on my hips.

“Get ahold of yourself Jude,” I mumble, fighting hard against the urge to tug on my hem.

There were a number of different costumes lining the walls of the mortal sex store, dedicated that Cardan and I visited. We saw a nurse costume, a maid, even a mortal prisoner, each one smaller than the last, but without a moment's hesitation I felt drawn to this one. I rolled my eyes as I read the description on the tag. But even still the tiny “schoolgirl tease lingerie costume” seemed like a thrilling idea within the neon lit walls of the mortal world. Now as I stand in my dressing room in the Royal Palace of Elfhame, surrounded by extravagant gowns and glittering jewels the thrill is gone and in its place I feel overwhelmingly ridiculous.

It’s not the only clothing I returned with, indeed a whole drawer now overflows with several pieces of sheer lace and colorful silk. But this, a white collared shirt with its low neckline and skinny plaid tie. Paired with a skirt that barely covers my front and even less of my behind and soft, sheer white socks that reach just a few inches above my knees, well this is something else entirely. A costume designed to allow you to become someone else, if only for a short while.

I blame the unfamiliar clothes for my nerves. Cardan has seen me wounded, ill, fully dressed and completely bare. I don’t have anything to fear from his reaction, but I’m not sure I know how to act in a costume like this. The thought that Cardan won’t know either comforts me as I make my way to our bedchamber.

When I finally emerge from the dressing room Cardan is already reclined in bed, a book perched in his lap, chest bare, the black spider silk sheets pooled around his hips. Standing unseen in the doorway I take a short moment to admire him. Hair mussed from undressing, faint traces of gold smudged along his cheekbones, long limbs sprawled across the coverlet. My husband, startlingly, inhumanly beautiful, even when unkempt and unpolished.

“Hello darling,” He doesn’t turn as I walk forward, keeping his eyes on the book as he calls across the room to me.

I say nothing, knowing the longer I draw out my silence, the more likely Cardan is to turn his attention toward me. It only takes a moment, his gaze drifts lazily from his book to where I stand halfway between the dressing room and our bed. Time seems to drag a little slower as I watch a flurry of emotions cross his features. First confusion, then recognition, surprise, and finally dark, heated desire unfolds in his eyes like the bloom of a rose; soft and beautiful on the surface with a wicked promise underneath.

He jolts from his reclined position as though someone has pricked his back with a sewing needle. The book he’s reading tumbles off his lap to the floor. I can tell I've thrown him off balance, I resist the urge to grin at my victory.

Cardan’s reaction reminds me so much of a night like this long ago, our first time together, when feeling overwhelmed and out of control, I retreated to the dressing room and stripped bare. His surprise was as evident then as it is now, and though I no longer feel that overwhelming loss of control during intimacy that I did once, the intense, heady rush of power is the same.

Cardan fights to keep his expression neutral but his eyes burn as they take in every inch of me. I see his lips part, his breath quicken, I see the violent thrashing of his tail behind him. Though the entire concept of this outfit is foreign to both of us I know he recognizes it from among the selection of various tiny costumes and tinier underthings at the sex shop.

“Jude,” it is both a question and a plea.

My whole body flushes with heat under the weight of his gaze. This is always my favorite part, the anticipation, building and building until it crests and we have no choice but to fall into one another.

He stands, making his way across the room with dark eyed intent. I remain still, letting him look his fill as he circles me slowly.

“What’s this?” facing me once more, he gestures with his chin.

“A surprise,” I reply blithely, shrugging one shoulder. He cocks his head to the side and arches one eyebrow.

Cardan will follow me to the deepest reaches of my desire, but despite my husband’s unswerving trust some of my nerves from earlier return nearly crumbling my resolve. I’ve never been one to back down so instead I flutter my lashes at him and plaster on a grin. One that fits the persona of my costume, equal parts teasing and suggestive.

“Mr. Greenbriar, I wanted to talk to you about my grades,” I say in a soft voice so unlike my own.

Cardan’s mouth quirks at the corners, this is a game we’ve never played before, “Your grades?”

“Yes sir,” the words feel foolish in my mouth. I walk up to him, flipping my skirt, teasing him. His eyes follow the movement, enjoying the sight of even more of my thighs on display. When I reach him he wraps his arms around my waist, enveloping me in a kiss. My arms encircle his neck automatically, all thoughts of our game forgotten almost immediately.

“This is a bit strange,” he smiles softly against my lips, “don’t you think?”

I heave a sigh, “It’s the outfit isn’t it? I was worried the mortal costume might be a bit odd”.

He doesn’t answer, letting his eyes drift, slow and lazy, from my face, down my neck, over the swell of my breasts and the curve of my stomach. Cardan’s gaze is palpable, a soft caress. I feel it as strongly as the touch of his hands.

“No, the outfit I very much like,” his fingertips trace a path down the plunging neckline, lingering over the soft skin of my breast. I suppress a shudder, my skin heating under his touch.

“But I much prefer my wife as herself,” Cardan leans in and sloppily kisses the hollow at the base of my throat, swirling his tongue with a deliberate slowness that leaves me anticipating his wicked tongue travelling to other places. I huff a soft sigh in response, his lush lips curl into a smile against my skin.

With one precise movement I reach up, removing the slim metal knife securing my hair and hold it to his throat drawing his gaze back to mine. His eyes are endless, a starless sky, the ocean at midnight, I want to pitch forward and lose myself in them. The tip of his tongue traces along his bottom lip, a faint blush rising on his cheeks, I feel the hard length of him pressing more firmly against my belly as he leans toward me.

“There you are,” his voice is deep and husky, the way that always has my thighs clenching tightly together.

“Yes the Queen has returned,” my voice is sickly sweet, dripping honey and spun sugar. His eyes say he’d like nothing more than to taste it, but if it’s the Queen he wants, the Queen he shall get.

“Kneel,” I say in the same voice, he does without hesitation my knife's edge still pressed to his throat.

Watching his expression I run the tip of one fingernail along the line of his jaw and down, smirking as he swallows hard. My hand lingers, fingertips dancing across his collarbones. When I reach his shoulder my nails sink into his soft skin, he sucks in a breath clenching his hands into fists as if physically fighting against his desire to touch me. This is a game we know all too well. A test of desire and patience, Cardan cannot touch me, I cannot kiss him. We push and push until straining against our own willpower, stopping only when one of us is begging.

Leaning down I touch my lips to his cheek, a light touch that leaves us both wanting more. Continuing along his cheekbone, I stop just shy of the corner of his lips. He huffs a frustrated breath.

“Is my Queen planning to torture me all evening?”

“Oh husband, to end your torment all you have to do is beg,” we hold each other's gaze as I slip the plaid tie from around my neck. Holding my blade between my teeth I untie the simple knot and watch Cardan’s eyes dip to the swell of my breasts, barely restrained by the thin white shirt, as I bend toward him and cover his eyes.

Slowly, I tie the fabric around his head tightening the bow with a rough motion that earns me a soft moan, tumbling from his parted lips like falling water.

“Now where was I?” I croon in his ear, my lips brushing along the soft pointed tip.

With the point of my slim blade I trace a path down to the hollow of his throat, pausing against the delicate skin for a moment before tracing a path down his chest and abdomen. When I reach the soft trail of hair leading from his navel to the waistband of his pants his breathing stutters hard, his hands twitching violently at his sides.

“Jude,” his voice is strained, laced with danger and obscene promises. Cardan cannot see it, but I answer him with a wicked smile.

It’s been some time since we’ve played the game of seduction against each other instead of together. Before, desire was a chess match. Our individual pieces moving across an invisible board, both sides gaining and losing ground in an endless heated stalemate. Wielding passion with our bodies and hatred with our mouths until we were left hungry, angry, and not the least bit satisfied. But that was long ago, now we are equals, a king and queen on the same side. We play the board together, face our opponents as a team. Our desire is no longer a knifepoint between us but a tether binding us together. Tonight love is like a chess match once again, but this time we will both win.

My lips brush across his, merely a ghost of a kiss; there and gone. I straighten, backing away from where he kneels on the plush carpet. Cardan leans forward chasing my presence as if pulled on a rope.

“Ah ah ah” I click my tongue at him, “you know the rules, don’t move,” I no longer have the magical ability to bend him to my will but he unquestioningly follows my command all the same. He revels in this contest of will just as much as I do. I circle him slowly, my knife still poised at his throat, a predator stalking her prey.

Cardan remains perfectly still as if frozen, only turning his head a fraction to each side as he tracks my movements. He doesn’t move as my fingers comb through his hair, pulling sharply before moving away. I run my mouth along his shoulder, trace my finger down his spine, lick a stripe up the column of his throat. He’s breathing hard and fast, his hands balled into fists, cock straining against the laces of his trousers but still he does not move no matter how badly he wants to.

I’ll never become accustomed to seeing the High King of Faerie, a man with power over the very earth beneath our feet, silently begging for me on his knees.

By you I am forever undone, he once said, and since then I have found there is nothing more beautiful than my stunning husband coming undone beneath my hands.

My thumb brushes along his bottom lip pulling a sharp gasp from between his teeth.

“Jude, please,” his voice cracks, I can’t help the delicious satisfaction that curls through me at his concession. “Please what?” I ask innocently, tilting his chin up with the point of my blade. With his eyes covered there’s no reason to tilt his face up, but I know he likes the sensation of my knife at his throat.

“Please,” his fingertips lightly brush along my calves, “Jude please kiss me”.

His pleading finally snaps the control I’d been exercising. Flinging my knife to the side, I bury my hands in his silken hair and crush my lips into his.

Cardan’s hands grip the back of my thighs pulling me down to him. Leaning back on his heels, he parts my legs to straddle him where he kneels on the carpet. One arm across my back pressing me against his chest, the other twisted in my hair. I grasp his neck tightly, nails digging into flesh leaving tiny crescent moon indentations.

We kiss urgently for several long moments, tongues sliding together, hands mapping out the geography of each other’s bodies.

I reach for the laces on Cardan’s pants but he catches my hands moving them back to his neck.

“So eager wife?” He says, panting but still entirely too smug for my liking. In response I scrape my nails down his fluttering pulse and he groans into my mouth.

“And if I am husband?” My words are sharp as I grind my hips down. Our position doesn’t allow for much friction but it’s enough to draw a sigh from both of us.

Suddenly I find the blindfold tied around his head to be a nuisance. Cardan has spent more than one evening blind to my movements as I draw pleasure from him. Being unaware of where a touch or kiss will land always heightens his desire, but tonight I want to see him. I want to see the burning need in those coal black eyes. Reaching behind his head my fingers fumble for a moment working the simple knot loose. It falls away revealing Cardan’s intense stare. He watches as I drape the tie around my neck leaving the ends to dangle across my chest.

He continues to watch as he captures my mouth, eyes fluttering closed as my tongue slides alongside his. The kiss is urgent, feral, a clashing of tongues and teeth. My senses are overwhelmed with him, the air itself seems to grow heated around us.

Reaching up with one hand I fist the hair at the nape of his neck and pull sharply, angling his head, baring his throat to me. I draw the delicate skin between my teeth tasting his faint sweetness, a delicate flavor like light honeysuckle. As my mouth moves on his neck, my hands trail downward once more. Again he catches them pressing my palms against his chest. I can feel his heart pounding out a steady rhythm beneath me.

“Not yet my love,” he leans in and nips my earlobe.

“I want to taste you first,” his hot breath fans across my neck, I arch my body into him.

“That is, if my Queen will allow it,” the lilt of his voice, the tilt of his mouth, the soft stroke of his thumbs along my wrists all drip with sinful decadence, like rich chocolate cake or deep red wine.

I nod and his smile evaporates, he looks determined, a man working toward a goal. The sight sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Cardan kisses me once, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Gripping my waist, he pushes me to stand remaining on his knees before me. His hands skim along my calves tracing a slow path upwards. When his fingertips ghost lightly along the exposed skin above the white, overknee socks I resist the urge to clench my thighs together.

The further up his hands travel the more insistent his grip on me becomes. I shiver as his long fingered hands slip under the insubstantial fabric of my skirt. His warm palms are a brand across my hips, long nails digging into the soft skin of my ass. With the addition of his hands the skirt that barely covered me before covers nothing at all, the sheer, frothy, lace underwear on full display.

Cardan pauses, looking me over with hungry, greedy eyes. After a moment both of his hands travel to my right side, I’m momentarily confused until he tightly grasps the stretchy, insubstantial band connecting the front of my underwear to the back. Pulling sharply, he snaps the band, cleaving the material in two. Moving to the other side he repeats the motion, with nothing left to hold it the fabric falls away leaving me completely bare beneath my skirt.

Cardan flings the scrap of ruined lace to the side, not taking his eyes off my core. He licks his lips as one hand cups the back of my knee and lifts it to rest over his shoulder.

Without warning Cardan bites down on a patch of skin inside my knee, I lurch forward, my hands grasping his shoulders for balance. Mischievous eyes meet mine and suddenly he looks so much like the cruel boy I married and not the gentle man I’ve come to know. But then his tongue flicks out, licking the hurt from his teeth before his lips begin their journey upwards. In less than a breath he is my husband once again; flirtatious and playful equally experienced at giving and receiving pleasure.

Cardan kisses a trail up my leg, wet open mouthed kisses, all warmth and swirling tongue that have me near mewling before he’s anywhere close to the apex of my thighs.

My fingers thread their way into his hair every sense in my body is hyperaware, losing myself I suck in a breath as his mouth skims over me mimicking my kiss from earlier; the faintest touch of his lips, and yet it’s enough to make me want to bow my back and arch into his mouth. Cardan chuckles softly moving down my other leg, slowly repeating his efforts until he reaches my knee.

“You bastard,” my voice is insubstantial, barely a huff of breath. I open my mouth to continue but I'm cut off by a gasp as Cardan dips two fingers between my folds.

"Jude?" Sticky mock innocence coats every letter of my name on his tongue.

“You were saying?” He smirks up at me. It’s difficult to look intimidating with my leg hooked over my husband’s shoulder as his fingers swirl lazily through the wetness between my legs, all while wearing a laughably small mortal costume, but I try my hardest to shoot him a glare. Cardan keeps his gaze locked on mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

“Mmm” he hums in approval, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop.

“You always taste better when you’re angry”.

Time and again my husband proves to be the only living thing in both Elfhame and the mortal world that can effectively rob me of speech. When I say nothing Cardan huffs a laugh through his nostrils and slides his fingers, still damp from his mouth, up the expanse of my thigh. His tail curls around my calf, the furred tip stroking the skin above my stockings.

At the same time his hand reaches my centre his mouth attaches to my clit suckling softly as he gently slides his fingers into me. My head falls back, a low moan slipping from deep in my throat. Cardan slowly draws his fingers out before sliding in again to his knuckles. He sets an agonizingly steady pace, drawing out each tantalizing thrust of his hand.

My legs begin trembling as his tongue works over me in the same torturously slow strokes as his hand. The soft mewls of need only encourage him to continue his leisurely pace. Cardan never tires of this particular intimate act. I seem to be his favorite meal, one he indulges in often, and anywhere I’ll allow him to; the balcony outside our bedroom, our desk in the study, the table in the council chambers, our bed, my throne, his. My beautiful King spends more time before me on his knees than most of our subjects do.

I twist my fingers in his hair, pulling sharply. I’m rewarded when Cardan increases his pace, fingers and tongue moving in tandem. His other hand ghosts up the back of my thigh where his palm spreads out and presses me closer to him. I feel myself coiling like a snake poised to strike, my release already so close. I taunted and teased, relishing in his building need, but I have wrecked myself with him pushing us both closer to a crescendo.

“oh..oh..Cardan,” my breath hitches between each word, a soft whine escaping my lips. He inhales sharply through his nostrils, a rough sound rumbles deep in his throat, I feel the vibration of it where his mouth is pressed against me.

His teeth graze lightly across my clit sending an electric shock of pleasure down my spine. A sound that’s half moan and half growl tears itself from my throat as my climax crashes into me. Cardan’s fingers pumping in time with the movement of my hips as I come.

After a moment my movements still. Cardan withdraws his hand, kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other. Gently he unhooks my leg from his shoulder and stands to his full height. My knees threaten to buckle as his fingertips brush along my core. Aching and overstimulated I gasp at the light contact, hips bucking forward of their own accord.

“Well?” I lick my lips, toying with one of the curved golden bars piercing his nipples, “you’ve had your taste, what now?”

Cardan rises to my challenge, crushing me to him and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. Walking to our bed Cardan lays me back against the coverlet. My knees hike up automatically, sliding higher around his waist, settling him within the cradle of my hips. He trails kisses along my jaw, my throat, down my chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I reach down and tangle my fingers in his soft black curls.

Oftentimes Cardan is the only real thing in this land of fairytale creatures and impossible magic, and no more so than in moments like this; the gentle press of his sharp hip bones against the thick curve of my thighs, his soft mouth teasing and warm as it tracks paths across my skin. It is dizzying and overwhelming and altogether wonderful to lose ourselves this way.

“So beautiful,” his voice startles me from my thoughts, though I barely hear his whisper against my skin, as if he is speaking to himself. I love all sides of Cardan; the deliberate fool, the cunning ruler, even the cruel boy he used to be. But this Cardan is my most favorite, the Cardan who whispers quiet adorations and touches me with a reverence made for gods. The Cardan who is mine and mine alone.

His hands drift up my body, palms smoothing over the thin fabric of my shirt. When his fingers find the neckline he tugs sharply wrenching the shirt open, several buttons clatter to the stone floor beneath our bed. The soft sound of annoyance I make at yet another garment ruined this evening melts into a gasp as the tip of one fingernail traces lazy circles around my hardening nipple.

“Apologies my love, but that was far too many buttons,” his mouth moves to replace his nail, tongue tracing the same swirling pattern before flicking twice across the peak.

“And I’m not feeling particularly patient tonight”.

Dragging his head up, I leverage my weight flipping us to pin him beneath me. Cardan reaches for my hips but I swat his hands away, his responding throaty chuckle brings a smile to my lips. Shrugging my now ruined shirt off my shoulders and unclasping my skirt I toss both aside, completely bare apart from the loose tie draped around my neck.

With my hands braced on his abdomen, I take him in. His full lips pink and swollen, skin flushed bright red, his hair mussed from my fingers. I press a light kiss to his mouth that would be chaste if we had more than one item of clothing between the two of us.

He tucks one hand behind his head in a lazy gesture, quirking one eyebrow in a silent question.

Starting with the underside of his jaw I kiss a path down his chest, pausing to flick the tip of my tongue over a nipple. As I move my kisses grow more insistent, biting softly and sucking marks across the planes of his stomach. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cardan’s hands fisted in the sheets.

He does not stop me this time as I reach the laces of his pants. Instead of untying them I grab either side of his waistband and pull sharply, tearing through the short web of ties.

“Sorry my love, but those laces were far too complicated,” I mimic his teasing tone from earlier.

“And I’m not feeling particularly patient tonight”.

Cardan laughs warmly in response. I move to one side allowing him room to wiggle out of his ruined pants and toss them aside.

My fingers tease small circles along his hip bones and thighs. When I run my nails through the short hair beneath his navel his hips buck in response.

Cardan opens his mouth to speak but it’s cut off with a groan as I take him in my hand.

“Cardan?” I tighten my grip, pumping up and down with deliberately slow strokes.

“You were saying?” A muscle in his jaw ticks and before he can answer I straddle him, lining his tip up with my entrance. Cardan’s hands settle on my hips guiding me downward.

Our faces mirror one another, eyelids fluttering closed in tandem as I sink down onto him. A groan escapes his lips. I pause once fully seated, adjusting to the feel of him inside me.

I lean forward bracing my hands on his chest. Cardan gazes up at me like he had been blind before this moment. He moves against me, rocking his hips into mine. The movement sends the tie, still draped around my neck, fluttering forward into the space between us.

I slip the tie from my shoulders and place one end in the palm of my hand. With slow deliberate movements I wrap the length around my wrist several times before threading my fingers through Cardan’s, repeating the motion. His night black eyes watch eagerly as I wrap the length of thin plaid around our joined hands. Tightly securing the ends I take his other hand in mine, stretching his arms over his head, pinning him to the spider silk sheets. The look in his eyes is heated and hungry. I stand on the cliff’s edge of his desire, a bottomless pit threatening to swallow me whole. As he presses up and captures my mouth I feel the muscles in his hips flex against the soft, bare skin along my inner thighs, I feel his tail snake around my ankle brushing the back of my calf gently. I’m nothing but the sensation of skin against skin and shared heavy breathing as I prepare to dive off the precipice, relishing in the thrill of a fall like no other.

With his arms pinned beneath mine, we only manage slow, shallow undulations of hips. I bite down on a wicked grin as the muscles in his forearms and shoulders flex beneath me straining against my hold.

I am stronger than Cardan but his height gives him an advantage I don’t have. He could move me if he wished, but for all our similarities this is where we diverge. Even when giving in to my desire I crave power and control, and Cardan is more than happy to give in to whatever I want.

I release his unbound hand and lean back rolling my hips before dragging slowly along his length all the way to the tip.

“Fuck Jude,” he gasps.

Blindingly fast Cardan flips us, pinning me beneath him. Our bound hands lay tangled together above my head. He kisses me deeply, his free hand running along my cheek and down my throat.

My vision is filled with him, nothing but his black eyes and sweat-dampened curls as every inch of our skin is pressed flush together.

He cups the back of my knee hiking my leg higher, my heel resting on the small of his back. We both groan as he thrusts into me at this new angle.

“Cardan I-“ My voice sounds helpless, Cardan whines a curse in response.

Time slips away as we both dance closer and closer to oblivion.

Without taking his eyes off mine Cardan brings his hand to his mouth, licking the pad of his thumb and lowering it to circle my nub; tight measured circles that move in time with his thrusts. Panting and nearly spent we watch each other unravel, as if enraptured by a stage performance. Unable to anything but watch in awe at the scene before us.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears. The furred tip of his tail, still curled around my calf, brushes the outside of my thigh. A simple proprietary touch that feels more intimate than anything else about this moment. I squeeze his hand interlaced with mine and feel my chest twinge as he gently squeezes back.

The soft, needy noises Cardan makes as he inches closer to climax are a chorus of my favorite melody. I pull his mouth to mine so I can taste them. Cardan nips at my bottom lip, pulling away but barely so; we’re sharing breath, breathing each other in as we meet each other's thrusts.

His thumb, still circling between my legs, presses down lightly and I cry out coming swift and hard beneath him. Cardan follows me a moment after my name on his lips, hips stuttering at an uneven pace as he empties himself into me.

I pull his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply, unhurriedly as we ride through our aftershocks.

When Cardan withdraws he doesn’t go far, lowering himself to pillow his head on my chest. I unwind the tie from our hands. His lips brush along the valley between my breasts, peppering me with light, gentle kisses.

“I love you,” Cardan whispers against my skin, grinning as I shiver from the sensation that rocks my body.

“I know,” I reply laughing as his face tilts toward me with a sour expression.

“I love you too,” I flick the tip of his nose, he catches my hand before I can pull away kissing the back of my fingers. He studies my wrist, one fingernail tracing over soft indentation left behind by our binding.

“You know,” he skims his nose along the inside of my wrist, kissing the delicate skin webbed with bluish veins, “next time you can bind both of my hands together”.

I raise my eyebrows, heat already pooling in my core at the mere thought of Cardan tied up at my mercy. Reaching up I tug sharply on the headboard above us, as if testing its strength.

“I think that could be arranged.”

He chuckles as he moves up my body until we are nose to nose again.

“My wicked thing,” he murmurs, pressing our lips together. Yes, I think, smiling against his kiss, all yours.

a/n: I spent like a week absolutely hating this but overall I'm very happy with how it turned out! A big thank you to @lizziebxnnet for helping me with the role-play dialogue after I nearly had a meltdown over it <3

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[mimisempai]

Wait for me on the other side 8/8

Summary:

The long awaited end! Will they finally overcome all the obstacles?

Here we go! Enjoy the journey!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82452802

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

The months and seasons have passed for Mobius and Loki.

Mobius moved out of the house on the cliff and into an apartment above the store. After Ravonna's death, Casey saw no reason to stay in TK and joined Mobius at Miss Minutes.

With his client base expanding, Mobius needed someone to help him and thought of Casey, who had been more than enthusiastic at the idea.

They had formed a curious friendship with Sylvie and life was flowing smoothly.

Casey could see that at times Mobius' eyes seemed lost. His face wore a melancholic expression. But Mobius said nothing, smiled and Casey pretended he hadn't seen anything.

On New Year's Eve 2022, Mobius, Casey and Sylvie were celebrating together and as the fireworks started, Mobius couldn't help but think of other fireworks with nostalgia and wondered what Loki was doing, where and with whom.

January 2021 - Miss Minutes

It was already late and Mobius was hunched over his drawing table, looking focused as Casey poked his head through the door.

"Mobius, I'm going in. I've got it all locked up, you'll just have to close the main door and the blind."

Mobius focused, simply replied, "Hm..."

Casey, seeing that he hadn't been listening, approached and looked over Mobius' shoulder at what he was working on.

"A new project?"

Mobius looked up, a little embarrassed, "Oh. No. It's just... a personal thing."

Casey shifted to get a better look at Mobius' work.

Mobius tried to hide it.

"Mobius, let me see."

"No, it's nothing."

"Come on."

Mobius gave in and Casey's eyes widened at the drawing.

It was the house on the cliff but re-imagined. There was a terrace that ran along the back, and stairs that went down to the water - the stairs that Mobius had described to Loki. There were trees planted along the way, and lights shining in the trees. The house was just as extraordinary as before, but much less austere, much warmer, almost romantic.

Casey said softly, "I like it."

Mobius asked casually, "Do you like it?"

Casey nodded enthusiastically, "Before, it looked like a place you would go to be alone. In this one, I can imagine taking someone there."

Mobius nodded. Casey looked at him with his piercing eyes, and asked softly, "Who is he?"

Mobius answered without hesitation, "Loki. His name was Loki."

"When you lived there?"

Mobius nodded and Casey continued, "I knew it, that there was something or rather someone. What happened?"

Mobius replied simply, "I lost him."

"How?"

Mobius replied with a hesitant voice, "It's hard to explain. It's mostly... it was... bad timing."

"You miss him?"

Mobius couldn't deny it and Casey insisted, "Make him come back."

Mobius ran a hand over his face, "It's too late. Or too soon..."

"What?"

Mobius shook his head, "Nothing. I don't even know where he is. And even if I did, I couldn't walk up to him and say, ``Hey, I'm here, let's pick up where we left off."

Casey defiantly asked him, "What would you have to lose?"

Mobius didn't answer.

**********

Loki was still living in the same place and the tree had continued to grow in front of the building.

He spent a lot of time with Thor, who had apparently decided to take him under his wing.

He was alone, but he had a friend, friends even, that he could count on, and if sometimes one or the other tried to encourage him to date someone, they never insisted.

He devoted his life to his classes, the students liked him a lot, and Kamala who kept coming to see him after class had brought other members of the gang with her, and the discussions around Norse mythology had turned into a reading club.

Early February 2023 - Loki's apartment

Loki had decided to clean up, because in two years, he was starting to pile up things, and it was time to sort out.

He was organizing his clothes when he came across the outfit he had never put back on since the missed date. His throat tightened as he was about to put it in the pile of clothes to be thrown away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it and put it in the back of the closet.

Later, as he was vacuuming, he noticed a creaky floorboard. He bent down to examine it and found that it could be lifted quite easily.

Loki pulled the floorboard and to his surprise, there was an empty space underneath. He bent further to examine it. He saw that there was something there, put his hand to grab it and pulled out a package wrapped in dusty plastic. He opened it. His heart leapt out of his chest, it was his copy of PERSUASION.

One page was marked with a rose, now dried and withered by time. He opened it to the marked page and saw that a sentence had been underlined.

There could have been no two hearts so open,

no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison.

He stared at the words, breathless.

February 14, 2023 - September Academy

Thor and Loki, along with the other teachers, were sitting in the school's conference room waiting for the presentation to begin.

Thor leaned over to Loki, "Hey, since Jane won't be able to spend this Valentine's Day with me, how about a hallmark movie night with some popcorn and good beer?"

Loki smiled softly, "Sounds good to me, but in the meantime we've gotta get through this presentation."

Just after his words, a short dark-haired man entered the room and took his place on the stage, greeted by Natasha who spoke up, "Hello everyone, thank you for coming. We are pleased to welcome Casey Fish, from Miss Minutes."

Loki startled slightly, the name ringing a bell.

"Casey is here today to introduce us to a new line of electronic organizers for students and teachers, allowing for better communication between the various parties. Thank you for giving him your attention."

Casey cleared his throat and began to speak, "Hello everyone! Thank you for your welcome Ms. Romanov, Miss Minutes is basically a small watch store, but over the years we wanted to expand its business to include time management in all its forms, and its founder had the idea a little over two years ago to create this."

He pointed to the screen that just displayed a small rectangular device, much like a flip phone.

"Let me introduce you to The Tempad. The Tempad, thanks to its small holographic avatar, allows you to be connected at any time with your colleagues, with your students."

He clicked on the remote control to bring up the next image.

"This is Miss Minutes for you."

Loki gasped, of course he knew Miss Minutes, it was exactly like the little picture Mobius had drawn when he had written to him about his store.

Thor, sensing his friend's confusion, leaned toward him and whispered, "Loki? Are you okay?"

Loki nodded.

He listened to the rest of the presentation in a daze, and as Casey was packing up his things on the stage, Loki rushed in without further ado, almost shoving some of his colleagues in his way.

February 14, 2021 - In front of Miss Minutes

Casey and Mobius came out in their winter coats, but they realized it was surprisingly warm.

Mobius growled, "Honestly, what the hell?"

Casey shrugged as he replied, "Global warming."

Mobius asked Casey, "Do you want to come to my house for dinner tonight?"

Casey replied with a small air of pride, "I can't. I have a date tonight, it's Valentine's Day."

Mobius continued forward for a few steps, then stopped.

"What?"

"What, is it so weird that I have a date on Valentine's Day night?"

Mobius looked around. The day was really hot. People everywhere were enjoying the sun. He turned to Casey, a strange look on his face.

"What's the date?"

"Valentine's Day I told you, so it's February 14."

Mobius repeated, "February 14, 2021."

Casey looked at him, curious, "Yeah. What's up with you?"

Mobius with pensive eyes replied, "He told me about today."

"Who? You mean the guy?"

"Yes!" replied Mobius excitedly, "There's a letter that says where he's going to be!"

Casey understood less and less, "He wrote you?"

Mobius nodded quickly, "Yes. I could see him today. You said it the other day...what have I got to lose?"

Casey replied matter-of-factly, "What are you waiting for?"

"I just need to find the letter!"

Mobius ran to his apartment above the store, rummaged through his old boxes, until he remembered that Loki's letters were still in the house on the cliff, in the attic. He looked for the spare keys to the housel, ran to his old pickup and drove off at full speed.

February 14, 2023 - September High-school

" Mister, uh... Casey, can I ask you something. Miss Minutes' founder, who is it?"

Casey, with a surprised look, answered him, clearing his throat, "He's a friend, Mo... Mobius M. Mobius."

Loki repeated, his heart pounding, "Mobius..."

Casey replied, "Yes. Do you... do you know him?"

Loki nodded, "Yes. He... where is he? Could you tell me how I could contact him?"

Casey suddenly looked very sad, "I'm sorry. You don't know?"

"What?"

Casey replied with a tight throat, "He died. Two years ago." He swallowed before resuming, "Two years ago today, in fact, there was an accident..."

Loki, shocked, gasped, then whispered, "Where?"

A few seconds later, Loki ran out of the school and headed for his car under the rain that had started to fall. Thor was behind him, bewildered, and called him, "Loki! Wait! What's going on?"

As he continued to run, Loki told him, 'It's an emergency! I don't have time!"

Thor asked, "Is that him?"

Loki, while running, replied, "Yes!" and heard Thor shout back at him as he climbed into his car, "Go Loki! Get him!"

Loki drove out of the city toward the house, rain pouring down on his windshield. He weaved between lanes, passing cars, driving recklessly, as fast as he could.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2021

Mobius stopped in front of the lake house. It was closed, empty. He ran across the path and unlocked the front door.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2023

Loki arrived at the house and stopped skidding in the rain in front of the mailbox. He pulled out a notepad and began to write, desperately.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2021

Mobius ran to the attic. Inside was the only box he had stored there when he moved out. He opened the box and searched frantically. He found the bundle of letters from Loki. After a few moments, he found the one he was looking for and read it.

Last February, I remember it was Valentine's Day, but it was really hot for a day in February.

I was at the fountain in Valhalheim Square.

He said aloud, "The Valhalheim Square Fountain."

House on the cliff - February 14, 2023

Loki finished writing the note and jumped out of the car. He put it in the mailbox and raised the flag.

He stayed there, and fell to his knees in front of the box, soaked by the rain.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2021

Mobius jumped into his pick-up , and quickly drove away from the house. He passed the mailbox.

Valhalheim Square - February 14, 2021

Loki closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sunlight warm him. Just aware of the surrounding sounds, the water in the fountain, the splashing and laughter of children playing in it, an old man grumbling about global warming, pigeons landing nearby.

Mobius could see the fountain from inside his pickup. He looked for a parking spot, finally found one and jumped out. He started running towards the square.

In his hand he clutched a piece of paper, the words of which echoed in his head.

Dear Mobius.

I know it now... it was you at the fountain that day.

It was you on the square. Please, don't go there.

Something terrible will happen if you go there.

Mobius continued to run toward the fountain.

He stopped at the curb, separated from the fountain by a dense road full of traffic. He looked away, searching for Loki beyond the noisy traffic, among the crowd in the park.

Please don't look for me.

He finally saw him, a distant figure, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun. He smiled.

Don't try to find me.

They are now only separated by distance.

Don't run to me.

The traffic became less dense and Mobius had a clear view of Loki, straight ahead.

Do you understand? Please. You must wait.

Mobius stepped off the curb, wanting to get closer to Loki.

Forget everything I said before.

We both have to wait.

If you love me and if I love you.

I love you, it's taken me this long to say it but I really love you, so wait for me.

Mobius saw Loki open his eyes, as if drawn in his direction. He looks alarmed.

Wait with me. Wait until time catches up with both of us and we can be together. Please. Just... wait.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2023

Loki soaked, was in tears at the foot of the mailbox and only whispered, "Wait, wait..." and continued to cry.

The rain continues to fall.

Loki, finally, having lost all hope, tried to pull himself together and began, very slowly, to get to his feet.

He looked at the box and gasped, the flag was down.

With trembling hands, he did not dare to open the door and when he did, he saw that his letter was gone.

Valhalheim Square - February 14, 2021

Mobius was standing on the road, straining to see Loki and at the last second, he backed up to the sidewalk, safe. He continued to watch Loki, he desperately wanted to run to him, but he didn't, he folded the letter, put it in his pocket and reluctantly turned and walked away.

House on the cliff - February 14, 2023

Loki looked at the empty mailbox, his face soaked with tears and rain.

A hand came up from behind him and gently closed the box. He slowly turned around.

Mobius stood silently and looked at him, holding the worn letter Loki had just posted. Loki stared at him for a moment, trying to convince himself that this was real.Then Mobius took a step toward Loki and smiled, shyly.

"Have we waited long enough?"

Loki, still shocked, his eyes filled with tears, whispered, "Yes."

Mobius approached again, and smiling more openly this time, brought his hand to Loki's face and wiped a tear with his thumb.Loki rested his head in his palm and then finally they fell into each other's arms, squeezing each other, inhaling each other's scent, prolonging the embrace again and again, making sure it was real. Making sure that each of them was real.

Then Mobius finally pulled back and captured Loki's lips in an endless kiss. For long minutes they separated only to catch their breath before kissing again, over and over again, indifferent to the rain that fell around them.

Much later, they separated to catch their breath and Mobius took Loki's hand to lead him home.

Loki gasped. The house on the cliff had changed.

In the two years of Mobius' life, the life Loki had saved, Mobius had transformed it.

He had brought to life the design he had shown Casey two years ago, with the deck, and the stairway to the water they had talked about, and the trees planted along the path, lit and glowing in the rain.

Loki laughed, astonished, and turning to Mobius he took his face in his hands and kissed him again.

Then they walked together along the path, stopping often to touch and kiss.

As they passed the door, Loki held Mobius by the sleeve, "Wait."

Mobius turned around and couldn't help but touch Loki's face with his fingertips once more.

Loki grabbed his hand and interlaced his fingers with Mobius' as he said softly, "I don't want to wait to tell you for real this time." He paused and with a trembling smile and bright eyes, he told him, "I love you."

Mobius didn't want to wait to tell him in turn either, "I love you."

They hugged each other tightly again, tasting the happiness of hearing those words spoken by the beloved voice.

Then much later, they entered their home, ready to start a new life where everything was still to be discovered. Together.

**********

The house on the cliff - Summer 2024

"Cwoki! Cwoki!"

"Lila! Go slowly honey and wait for your little brother!"

"Wait my love, I'll help you." Clint came to support Laura who was struggling up on the small path leading to the house on the hill. She huffed a little, laying her hand on her belly rounded by her 6 months of pregnancy.

They watched, fondly, as their two children gave gentle pats to a Croki who seemed to enjoy it.

"Lila, Cooper, stop spoiling Croki, he'll keep coming to us for petting afterwards."

Both children stood up and grabbed onto the legs of the man who had just spoken.

"Uncle Mobius!"

He picked them both up, carrying them each in one arm.

"What about me, don't I get a hello kiss?"

Each of the two children placed a sounding kiss on Mobius' cheeks at the same time.

"Should I be jealous?" a voice behind Mobius spoke up.

"Uncle Loki!"

Cooper was already reaching out to Loki, who didn't hesitate. The little boy gave him a big kiss on the cheek and wiggled to be put back on the ground.

Loki and Mobius, side by side, welcomed Laura and Clint.

"Clint, Laura, Welcome!"

They all embraced and then headed to the terrace.

Loki guided Laura to a comfortable chair, stuffed with cushions for her. She sat down with a sigh, "Thank you." then looking around, she continued, "I may have been here many times before, but I'll never tire of this view."

Mobius motioned for Clint to sit next to Laura, before taking a seat as well.

Loki was about to sit down when he heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up in front of the house, Mobius started to get up, but Loki motioned for him to stay seated. "Stay seated, love, I'll welcome them."

He walked down the path toward the cars that had just arrived.

Thor was the first to walk over to him, "Loki! My friend!" before hugging him. Loki was now used to Thor's overflowing affection and allowed himself to be patted on the back.

Soon Heimdall, Bruce, Carol and Natasha joined them and followed his lead into the house. When they arrived on the terrace, everyone greeted each other, and sat around the table chatting happily. Lila was in awe of Natasha's red curls, and Cooper laughed out loud as Thor spun him around at arm's length.

"Is this the direction for the little party?"

Heads turned to the source of the voice as Mobius exclaimed, "Casey, we weren't expecting you anymore!"

Casey laughed lightly and added, "Where do I put this?" he pointed to the cake in his hands.

"I'll take it." replied Loki. He took the cake into the kitchen and there he felt suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. He waited for a while before returning to the terrace.

"Hey handsome, what are you doing here alone?"

Loki looked up and smiled, "Mobius."

Mobius, who after more than a year had learned to decipher Loki's expressions, noticed that something was wrong.

"Loki, sweetheart, what's going on with you."

Loki wanted to start talking, but the emotion was too strong,

"Hey, come here." Mobius took him in his arms and gently stroked his back, waiting for the worst of the crisis to pass.

After a few moments, Loki straightened up, a trembling smile beneath the tears, "I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm not sad, not at all, on the contrary, but I suddenly had this irrepressible urge to cry."

Mobius nodded, pushed a strand of Loki's hair back behind his ear.

"Just too much emotion maybe? What were you thinking?"

"I... I was putting the cake on the table and I thought, if you hadn't read my letter, none of this would be real. I wouldn't be here. There wouldn't be all these people on our deck. And it freaked me out for just a short moment, to realize that I almost lost everything."

Mobius, also visibly moved, pressed a tender kiss on Loki's mouth and said softly, "But on the contrary, you have, we have gained everything. You saved me, gave me a new life, and in doing so you gave us all a different and more beautiful life."

Loki nodded his head, then shook it as if to collect himself.

He kissed Mobius tenderly in turn, then stepped aside and grabbed Mobius' hand and pulled him toward the terrace, a confident smile on his lips.

"Come on, let's go celebrate!"

As Mobius let himself be pulled along and they walked through the living room, his gaze fell on Ravonna's book. His first family. His sister. Then his gaze slid to Loki in front of him and by extension everyone else on the terrace. Their new family. Not by blood, but by heart. All because one day, Loki had posted a little letter.

Dear new tenant.

Hello and welcome to your new home and congratulations, blah blah blah. You have made an excellent choice, New Asgard is a wonderful place and this house is a gem, as you may have already noticed.

I'm sure you'll love living here as much as I do.

Loki had not known that these words would be so prescient, even though they came from the future and were addressed to someone from the past.

Oh yes, Mobius loved living here, but not because of the house, because of the love that filled it. Because of Loki.

Together. For All time. Always.

_________

That's it, everyone is happy, including me. I hope you enjoyed it to the end. 1000 thanks to all the comments left, it's the fuel for each chapter. I love you all!

[hanamakkiss]

Pros and Cons

Matsukawa Issei x reader

summary: Being childhood friends with Oikawa and Iwaizumi had few perks, it's all worth it when one of those perks came in the form of one(1) Matsukawa Issei.

Where Matsukawa gets a nickname.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

a/n: yall rmb y/n talking about a hot vb boy? yea also makki is a lil shit but everyone loves him  UPDATE: reuploaded sorry😓😓😓

You had made it a point to visit trainings whenever you were free now.

Always popping up whenever the coaches left, Matsukawa’s eyes were instinctively drawn to you when you entered, not that it was hard, considering how much ruckus you made.

After greeting everyone generally, you spent some time chatting with OIkawa when you head whips around to-

Kyoutani?

Oh right, this would be the first time you met him after anticipating it for so long. Matsukawa gestures to Makki about your actions and the two of them pause to watch the show.

Prancing over to the cropped blonde, excitement coming off in waves, "Kyouken! I've heard so much about you! I-"

"Stay away from me." he practically growled.

You froze in your tracks.

"Huh?" your head tilts, taking a step towards him.

"Why?"

Another step.

The growling intensifies, "Or else."

"Or else what? What are you going to do to me?"

Another step.

You're standing directly in front of him now, eye to eye. The sound of balls impacting a gym floor has ceased. Matsukawa tenses, holding his breath.

A second passes, then five.

Kyoutani turns and sprints out of the gymnasium.

Jolted by the sound of feet slamming against the floor, you turn around, head resting on your palm, "Oh dear, I don't think he likes me very much. What a pity," you basically spat the last word out. The contrast between your words and your sinister smile sends shivers down his spine.

Wow. He lets out a low whistle, that sure was something. For a second there, you had the same menacing aura Oikawa sometimes sported. He doesn't know if the stuttering of his heart was fear or attraction.

Somewhere nearby he hears Oikawa's laughter get cut off by a yelp and a stern warning. ("I told you to stop influencing her! Now look at how weird she is!")

Makki comments what he thought, “What, the fuck?”

“Amazing, isn’t she? I thought her that mysELF-“ Oikawa is cut off by a blow to the stomach.

“Shut up, stop looking so proud of yourself, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi scowls.

By this time you had made your way back to them, all smiles. “Sure hope I get to talk to him again someday,”

Makki snorts his water out.

The morning for the study session arrives.

As Matsukawa strolls to your house, he briefly wonders how the day might go. He figures it might become a little awkward if it was just the two of you, so he's thankful that Makki would be present.

Your house comes into view when the devil himself texts him.

He doesn't have to wait long before he got his answer. Just as he presses the doorbell, his phone chimes again.

Ah fuck. He doesn't even have time to curse him before the door is swinging open.

"Hi," you greet him, "welcome, to my humble abode," you usher him in with a flourish.

Ah shit, he takes off his shoes, here we fucking go.

Making his way to your bedroom he takes note of the frankly absurd number of houseplants that filled the place. Every free window, corner and crevice was stuffed with greenery. He vaguely remembers a flourishing garden in the front yard too.

Entering your room was no different, every available space on your desk and windowsill had small succulents and tiny flowering plants. He takes a moment to study while you set up the floor table.

“Doesn’t... having a lot of plants diminish your oxygen level at night...?” Your head whips around, scowl already in place.

“That’s just a myth. Plants don’t produce enough carbon dioxide at night to suffocate, otherwise how would forest animals survive?” The agitation with which you reply clues him in that you got this question too often.

“Also, if that works I would have already died,” you add on as an afterthought.

His eyebrows shoot upwards as he blinks slowly, “Um, alright, good to know?”

You grin in response, patting the floor next to you, “Sorry about the mess, I don’t have many friends who visit,”

“Judging by how much time you spend with us, I was starting to think you didn’t have any others,” he teases, eager to clear the awkward air.

“Eh, that’s true,” you shrug, “you guys are kind of my only friends in Seijoh,”

Oh shit, did he just overstep? He cringes inwardly when you interrupt.

“Why else would I spend so much time with a bunch of idiots?” the playfulness of your tone allows him to relax.

“Considering how well you mesh with us, doesn’t that make you an idiot too?”

Your smile drops, making a noise of indignation as your own joke is played against you. He just laughs as he avoids your smack, opening his textbook.

The previous conversation still weighing on his mind, he contemplates asking you about it.

“What is it.” You don’t even look up.

“What?”

“I can feel you staring at me, and your finger tapping is really loud,” looking up, you scrunch your face at him. “If you wanna say something, just say it.”

“Mmmhm alright then, if you don’t mind, are you on bad terms with your classmates?”

You stare back blankly, “Not...as far as I know?”

“Do you not hang out with any of them?” Are you not friends with them? You sense the unasked question.

“Well...” you trail off for a few moments, contemplative, before looking him in the eyes, grimacing.

“It’s... kind of due to Kawa?” at his confusion you rush to explain, “Not that he did anything! It’s more of... us being so close? Even platonically,” you scratch the back of your neck.

“They’re nice until they find out I’m close friends with Kawa and Iwawa. Then they either outright hate me, or get close to me in hopes of a better chance with him. Not all of them are like that though! But, at a certain point it’s easier to avoid that problem entirely rather than sifting through. Some girls look really nice, I just don’t know how to talk to them, I transferred in so late, after all.” you laugh sheepishly.

He hopes he isn’t letting his indignation show on his face.

“Does he know?”

“God no, that’s kind of a bastard thing to do, isn’t it? Hey, did you know I can’t have any girl friends cause they’re all crazy over you? That’s kind of fucked up yea? He can’t even do anything about it.” You wave a hand in the air, dismissing the idea.

“What about Iwaizumi,” he tries.

An incredulous look, “You think he would understand that? He barely even looks at girls! Actually, now that you mention it, a sizeable portion of the girls who befriended me had a crush on him. Guess it’s because he’s intimidating,” you nod along to your own words.

“So you’ve just been alone this time?” He can’t wrap his head around it.

“I haven’t been alone! I’ve got you guys, don’t I? I wouldn’t change that for anything,”

The look of happiness you pin him with causes his heart to flutter, but he’s not entirely convinced.

Sensing his unease you soften, “Besides, there’s only a few more months left, I can handle it,”

He exhales his frustration, letting the topic go. Nothing much he could help with anyway. The only thing he could do now was stay by your side, if you need him.

“Thank you for your concern,” You pat his hand comfortingly, the sides of your lips tug upwards, and you speak the next words gravely. “But,” breath bated, he waits for you to continue.

“sometimes, it really do be like that.”

He attempts to flip the table, causing you to scramble for cover, choking on your laughter as you do.

The two of you fall into a steady rhythm, asking each other questions here and there.

A few hours pass when both phones chime, breaking your concentrations, “Oh! Makkun’s at the convenience store now, whaddya want?”

He tells you his order and while you type it in, he observes your figure.

You’ve got a thing for nicknames, he’s always wondered about it.

“Hmm? What? Oh, yea, I guess I do, what about it?” Looking up, your gaze is pointed.

“Huh?” Shit, did he say that out loud?

“You said I got a thing for nicknames? What about it?” You leaned towards him, a teasing grin forming.

He feels himself begin to instinctively draw back before forcing himself to still. “Just like Oikawa, was what I meant.”

At this, your grin deepens, “Well, duh. Who do you think he got it from?”

Interesting. He nods in understanding.

“Well,” he drags the word out, mirroring your grin, “you don’t have a unique nickname for me, are we not close enough?”

Your smile turns into an O as you process his words. He’s right, you never really thought about it.

“Huh. I guess not. Do you want one?”

Stupid of him to admit, but he didn’t expect you to ask him that, and he takes a moment to decide. Did he want a special nickname from you? Is that asking too much? Moving too fast? Just as he’s about to reply, you make the choice for him.

“You know what? I’m gonna give you one anyway. Just give me some time to think.”

He just shrugs, accepting, and goes back to doing his work.

Some time passes and he sneaks a glance at you. A cute furrow nestled between your brows, you doodled in your notebook.

“I’ve got it!” You slam your hands on the table, shifting to place more weight on your knees, leaning far across the table now.

His pencil slips out of his hands from the sudden eye contact.

“How about,” you pause for effect, so close now he could count the light freckles on your cheeks, “Issei?”

The sound of his name coming out of your lips causes his brain to short-circuit. He never knew it could sound so sweet.

“Well?” You probe, “It’s kind of a cop out but I like how it sounds,” you sound it out a few more times with different intonations.

He thinks he might die.

“Hey, you okay? If you don’t like it you can let me know, yanno?”

“It’s fine,” he chokes out, “go ahead.”

“Great! Then-“

The doorbell rings.

“Oh! He’s here! Be right back!” You don’t wait for a reply before leaving.

Matsukawa has never been more thankful for Makki’s impeccable timing. Lucifer used to be an angel, he supposes.

He passes a hand over his face, willing his cheeks to cool down.

He composes himself just in time for Makki and you to enter.

Makki lets out a hum of appreciation, “Mad oxygen in here,”

He turns to you, “Say, isn’t it bad for you at night?”

“Oh my god, do the two of you share one braincell?”

[atiny-piratequeen]

Thank you for tagging me @cosmicmingi ! I'll tag @san--shine, @wonderlandsobsession and @fantastic-bby and whoever of my writing followers/mutuals wants to fill this out 👀👀 tag me if you do!

1)Okay so Against The Tide was such a hassle for me because I couldn't settle on one name and I resulted in a twt poll and asking my server of kpop friends for their opinions. Alternative titles were Quantum Immortality (from a theory and a Crywolf song), Through the Sea of Time (a pokemon mystery dungeon song, one of my faves), and Through the Eighth Sea (suggested to me by Alma. Bc the "Eighth Sea" is the sea of time. Get it? 8 ateez members, 1 sea to represent them all? Yeaaaaa-)

2) Okay so its so funny because it came before Wonderland even came out, but All Eyes On Me came as soon as I thought of the concept of an ot8 fic centered around Yeosang bc of him being shy and such. That's why there's a lot of cameras and depictions of Yeosang being especially excited at being watched, so I felt it fit perfectly 

3) so I made that AtT playlist (didn't realize the mofo was 6 hours long, jfc that might be why nobody's commented on the songs yet), and I'll just say I listen to a lot of Babymetal and Crywolf when I write. Not just AtT, but in general. Babymetal obviously for the "fie's on her anime fight scene bullshit" and Crywolf for my emotionally challenging (aka fucking HEARTBREAKING) scenes or scenes in general that have a more muted, down to earth feel to them.

4) As far as Ateez goes, I always have an abundance of fun writing Seonghwa and Yunho, tbh. Night Shift has me spoiled and now I'm in love with writing Seonghwa as a sarcastic, slightly passive aggressive being who's honestly just a big softie for those he loves and Yunho...Yunho has a heart of gold and I adore him uwu

5) Jongho is probably the hardest to write for me because I don't want to typecast him as this nonchalant, emotionless smartass, yknow? I wanna give him depth other than "big strong maknae boi" but I feel I might have to do a bit better to write him truer to his actual personality 

6) In All Eyes On Me, San and Yeosang's little cat and mouse game wasn't supposed to take over but I-and a lot of other people-enjoyed the dynamic of Yeosang building his confidence, all while San was getting exceedingly more hungry/sneaky. So definitely San so far.

Though Yunho is creeping up in AtT and yall will see more of that in the near future 👀

7) Reoccurring themes...at risk of sounding like a nut, the stories I put the most time and love into are ones like Against the Tide or for those who have read some of my BTS works, Still Standing. Fics that have intricate stories and characters feel real emotional, mental, and physical trials, but eventually they overcome. I do write these with supernatural, fantasy, and/or sci-fi twists bc i love those genres so much, but I just enjoy writing fics that make me and my readers go through the emotional motions.

8) I've honestly stayed away from hybrid fics for so long bc of how a lot of them sre linked to ABO fics that are written in very...high key problematic and exploitative manners, but thanks to Skunk San, I'm definitely gonna get back into writing hybrid fics. Or at least a oneshot. Idk man I'm giving him a tail. Bitches love tails. It's me, I'm bitches. 

9) I want to get better at making people laugh with scenes without making it seem forced. I've gotten lucky enough to have some people tell me they've laughed from my works and some scenes, so I'm hoping to throw some more giggles in for everyone without forcing it and ruining a scene. Plus we need something to counter all this damn angst.

10) Imagery. Again, back on my anime bullshit, but I've had a lot of people, both close friends and readers, tell me through the years that they can visibly see some of the scenes so visually. From the fighting, to the love making, a lot of people have complimented me on my visuals and descriptive imagery so I'm kinda confident in it c:

11) I know its early, but I'd love to see Against the Tide illustrated. My dream has always been to have something I've written, whether a scene or just my characters, drawn out. Its a little easier since the boys (almost) all have their halloween stages for their demon forms and such. I wish I were a better artist tbh. I'd love to draw some scenes from future chapters I have in my head.

12) I'm gonna pull from my BTS side for this and say Still Standing. Its already based off of a show (sense8) and it would be so neat to see sense8 but with a superpower twist to it~

13) I'd probably cameo in any given fic as that one person in the bg that disses some antagonist to the main charas in passing just bc they're assholes and they aint shit.

14) Hmm...i had an old wrestling fic eons ago that was a hybrid fic. I'd love to revamp it and clean up the wild storyline and make it a kpop fic tbh. It had potential and it incorporated a lot of mythology and I used it as a way to show people about some mythos they may not have been familiar with but I got too ambitious and it went all over the place. I'd like to make it over now that I'm more focused and mature in following my plot.

15) I honestly don't have one off the top :o I never thought about remixing someone else's fic or anything like that.

16) I don't often write about things I'm not comfortable writing with, but I'll probably say my casually unnamed wrestling fic comes close since I was in a very bad headspace at the time and poured a lot of my trauma into the story. It's… graphic. And I probably won't feel comfortable writing that type of content so vividly anymore. So hooray growth? 

17) I've never written an incubus fic to to completion, but @fantastic-bby makes me wanna try 👀

18) Honestly I adore the concept of sensates so much (from the show Sense8, and my BTS fic, Still Standing) and I'd love to revisit it but I'm not quite sure how to do it without making it too similar 😔

19) Both of them are BTS fics, but I've reread @haylokitteh We Need You and @readbeneaththelines Professor's Pet 🥵🥵

20) Hm..that's a hard one because I like to branch out to a lot of genres so it depends on what I'm trying to describe. But since I have to choose, I'll say Against the Tide, since I'm pouring a lot of love and care into this and I intend on showing you all full spectrum of what I can do with it.