#I even asked my partner if they'd take care of my cat

[sylvarantii]

I'd sort of like to go into more detail of my own experience since I didn't want to piggy back too much on the post I reblogged, but it really is very difficult job searching as a person with ADHD and Autism.

I was a caregiver for my brother for around 10 years through the state. It helped pay for my college tuition, but as you can imagine, it didn't leave me with me with much job experience towards my career path.

I didn't really know how to get myself the experience either. I worked up to getting a bachelor's in Graphic Design/Art because I really enjoyed working with the programs and felt it just all fit for me.

But as you can imagine, the job economy is hard to get into and I was not sure where to go from graduation. Obviously internships would've been the answer, but considering I'm a first generation graduate from college and have Boomer parents, they didn't really know what to advise me to do other than what they used to do when they were younger and just keep going to places and handing in my application.

Basically, I had no idea what I was doing and started to wonder after several years if I wasted my time going to college.

I had been sold on that "If you go to college, you're guaranteed a good future" stuff and you can call me gullible, but I just really wanted better for myself. It felt like the only way, unfortunately.

Anyway, after my brother moved into a group home, I was out of a job and my money was draining quick. I was desperate and wasn't getting any interviews no matter where I sent my application in. I tried a call center which was really a terrible decision for someone like me, but what felt like the only choice I had if I didn't want to pursue fast food or retail.

It was miserable. I worked there for 8 months and that job was hell and was so much stress on me mentally. I kept trying to find other jobs, but had no luck with anything. I was unable to sleep some days before going into work and I was having breakdowns.

To add to things, they were forcing everyone to work overtime by the end of my time there and they were incorporating something where you had to work with two screens instead of one. It was just too much and eventually I just had to ask to be let go from the job.

I was fortunate soon after to start a job with an actual graphic design position within a month after that and I loved it. But it wasn't a good fit. I'd make mistakes and I think those mistakes costed my employers a lot of money. I was let go after 2 months of working there and had to keep job searching again.

It takes several months, but I get two job leads. 1 was pretty neat since it was some sort of job where you make designs to place on caskets and pamphlets for a memorial service type of company, but while the offer of getting to work alone was nice, it also felt like something where they wouldn't just ease you into it and you'd have to get the hang of it right away. 2 was with a job that basically was like what I had been doing with the previous one, so I was hopeful it'd be a really good fit and was very excited when they offered me the job. Especially since the other company didn't seem interested in hiring me.

They only kept me for 3 days since I just couldn't work fast enough for them nor get the hang of the job within that time. They never outright fired me, but clearly if they never called me in again, suffice it to say, they found someone else. So we're in the middle of the pandemic, I'm trying to look for work that's remote since I'm too scared to want to work anywhere in office. I fall into a deep depression where I just feel like it'd be better if...something happens. I may not have acted on suicide, but I sure as hell was at my lowest point that I really didn't care what happened to me. It really felt like nothing was ever going to get better.

Eventually, I'm pushed to go and get benefits and am able to get on medicaid and food stamps due to the fact I'm not making an income. It really helped in the long run.

My mom helps me to get an appointment and I go in to get tested, with the doctors confirming that I'm diagnosed with severe depression. I get put on citalopram and suddenly things don't feel so bad. I'm getting better, my body doesn't feel constantly tired and I manage to actually get up and do things again. I over all get a more positive outlook and start to just in general feel better again.

I also get diagnosed for autism and some things weirdly start to make a lot of sense. My mom was hopeful that this would also help me possibly get on disability, but here in America, that is a VERY tricky process and one I tried applying for like twice and had no luck with. I'm personally not interested in trying a third attempt since I don't think the results will be any better.

But! I did soon after land my current job, a graphic design job I've been with for about 2 1/2 years now and it is possibly the best I've ever felt with a job. The work culture is great. People are really nice and pleasant to work with. I feel appreciated in my job and even receive praise for a job well done on things.

It's part time, so unfortunately it's not enough to move out and get a place of my own yet, but it means I can still support myself, help my mom with the house payments and just over all enjoy a much more laid back existence where I can be pretty content.

In the end, it's rough. People like us will have struggles most likely and sometimes you just want to give up. It feels like it's too much. But it's like what everyone says. It does get better. And I'm going to continue to believe it can only (hopefully) get even better from here.

(Knock on wood, anyway)

[she-whatshername]

MORE Tyrrish Men Headcanons you didn't ask for (now with 30% more Garrick)

I was excited to see my last post on this was so popular so here is more. Also a disclaimer: I made all of these up as there is very little information on these characters. They are all Facts in my head...but questionable IRL, haha

Garrick is 100% wingman first and right after that is ladies man, mares in the stable and all that. He knows he's attractive, is a show off about it, and has had many lovers because of it. Relationships, probably none, but countless of trysts and 1 nighters

I think thats probably why he's so on-and-off with Imogen. I think he's ten toes down in love with her, and I think love scares him because love makes you do foolish things (he's watched his parents die for their country and Xaden be...Xaden, to be cautious of giving his heart to someone)

With his father's job being Fen's aid, Garrick is ultra perceptive, loyal, and hella charismatic. When Xaden says that Cat wasn't his first 'by a long shot' It was 100% due to him being around Garrick.

Could you image those two out on campus or in Cordyn before Xaden met Violet The backs hearts these two must of broke...

Should his S/O be in a relationship with him, they'd have to prepare for his quips and gawks at other people, I think his rizz level is so high he couldn't help himself

But, he's so so loyal. He will know everything about you due to how observant he is and will never miss a birthday, solstice, equinox, anniversary, you name it.

Probably has the most thoughtful dates; they are few and far between during his schedule but makes it happen. I imagine he's a bit more long distance (the revolution/being there for Xaden comes first) but when its 1:1 time with his partner, he's 100% giving you his time.

I be he has an excellent mental calendar

Also, he's the BEST person to come to if you need to vent. He will listen and wait until you're done to ask questions/respond. I think a lot of people go to him before going to Xaden so he gives really good advice/leadership.

Maybe a lil spice for this thread but his familial ties to supporting and aiding royalty he enjoys the role power he has as an XO and right hand to the revolution...but I do think he likes being told what to do behind closed doors. When his partner finds this out. Its over Gare.

Did i mention SO. LOYAL. He wouldn't have a who hurt you moment he would totally be that person that would take care of the problem secretly before they could even hurt you. Like your bully/nemeses is suddenly nice to you or randomly apologizes, go thank Garrick for that.

All Tyrrish men have giant sweet tooths, Garrick being the largest (Again, I explore this theory in humorous detail in 'Drifted')

Again, no facts to back this up but I bet he's a good dancer and has dragged just about everyone up on a table at one point to sing a Tyrrish song

He supplies the churam for the group. The man has connections.

Should I do Xaden next?

[artisticxlly]

Arankita headcanons that came to mind as I crave fluff

They love old (mostly romance) movies, and it's one of the things that gets Kita teary-eyed a lot

They also listen to vintage jazz (Michael Bublé, Frank Sinatra, that kinda thing)

Neither of them are huge on pda! They're much more affectionate when in the comfort of their own home (there are rare cases where they do pda, one of which is when Kita gets drunk)

They're really REALLY good dancers. It's a really fun party trick they can do because it's a guaranteed shock to everyone who hasn't seen them dance before. Their strength is West Coast Swing, I'd say? Though I think they would try to learn some ballroom dances as well

Kita has an amazing memory. He remembers even random trivia for a long time. Aran has given up on trying to beat him at crosswords. He's better with numbers (f.e. Sudoku)

Because Kita is very polite, the elderly ladies from his community/neighbourhood gossip and chat with him over tea. He gushes to them how handsome his husband/boyfriend is sometimes when they ask how his love life is as a man his age

Aran usually prefers coffee, and Kita prefers tea. Aran does drink tea with Kita if they eat breakfast together because tea sounds much more appealing on a slow morning with his partner than coffee.

They take in a stray cat, and Kita is one of those people who doesn't really care much for it at first, but then he grows really attached. Aran grew up with a dog as a pet, so he obviously loves having a companion again.

Even though they're not super outspoken about how much they love each other, they're DEVOTED to one another, trust me

They have self-care days! Just,, long baths and massaging each other when their muscles are sore, Kita also likes shaving Aran's beard for him

Putting more emphasis on the massaging thing, this happens more frequently for sure, both of them have professions that can put a strain on their bodies. Winding down in the evening often includes wrist of shoulder massages

Really specific again, but I feel like they'd both smell really good. They have a great sense of combining perfumes and frequently share the products they use because their go-to scents harmonise really well

I think they'd hold hands when things get spicy. idk

Kita beats Aran in pure arm strength (Aran finds this incredibly attractive)

Aran is more visibly muscular than Kita is (I think he'd have a sleeper build?) but both have a tummy due to just eating well and enjoying food :)

Kita doesn't tan, but he gets freckles scattered over his arms and back in the summer. Aran likes tracing and kissing them

They like baking together during fall and winter and frequently try out new cookie flavours. They make a lot and gift them to their neighbours, too.

Anyway again feel free to yell at me about them, they're so,,, such a healthy couple in my mind

[thatanimewriter]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE.

➳ synopsis: the boys can't help but micromanage the catering at their wedding and he really needs to just sit down and enjoy his special day

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing (soma), cameos of other cast members, could be taken as platonic or romantic, ryo wants to be husband material

➳ notes: i just think they'd never let someone take care of cooking at their own wedding without coming over to check to make sure everything is perfect, so here are some short ficlets

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── ��𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

he knows his dad won't royally fuck up his wedding (he thinks) but there is an inkling of anxiety when he's reminded of his disgusting creations, especially when his dad got up to do his little speech. it's not like his dad was the only chef for tonight, ryo and hayama had also joined the fray, perhaps to honour their previous victory as the top 3 at the autumn elections.

"stop hovering," joichiro grumbled, seasoning the meat at his work station. "you're supposed to be sitting down with your partner, go do that."

soma whined in response, reaching to grab a knife but got his hand slapped away. "what if you serve something gross?"

"i won't, i won't."

"soma!" you called, arms crossed. "you asked them to cater, let them do their thing," you said, pulling him away from the kitchen.

he sighed as he was dragged along, but called out to his dark-haired companion before he was forced out. "i can cook better than you, i'm married and you're not!"

"HUH?!"

"even hayama got married before you," he continued, a mischievous grin glued to his lips.

"I'LL CATCH THAT BOUQUET AND SHOW YOU I'M HUSBAND MATERIAL!" ryo yelled, earning a cackle from soma as he ran back into the reception hall.

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

they say old habits die hard, and that certainly is the case for tsukasa. shuffling his way to the kitchen, he twiddled his thumbs as he watched his elite ten cohort churn out dishes with knitted brows and a trembling gaze.

"tsukasa, you're the one who stopped us from having fun at your wedding, at least let us do our job," rindou teased, searing the meat in her pan.

he gasped in horror, "you're not having fun? should i have asked someone else to do it? what if the others aren't having fun? what if people are only here because they felt bad-"

"come back to the reception hall, tsukasa, people want to talk to you and congratulate you," you stated, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "they've got it covered, you know these people are good."

"ok..." he mumbled, timidly walking away.

"oi, tsukasa! you owe us a round of drinks after we're done here!" rindou called, a cat-like grin on her features.

"ah, please don't get drunk at my wedding!" he cowered, immediately running back to the kitchen.

"you're being a bad husband by leaving your spouse alone," she joked, shaking her head in faux disappointment.

"am i?!"

"yup," you confirmed, gripping his hand and dragging him back into the reception hall as he fretted over his capabilities as a husband.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling my partners I'm a system?

💚🐻

To preface this, I don't use Tumblr and I'm using my partner's account, so I would rather ask this anonymously. Forgive any non-tumblr-isms 😅.

This happened a while ago, but to be honest I can't let this go. I feel so horrible about it despite being reassured and I figured Tumblr, who has a lot of systems/people with DID/OSDD, would be able to give me an unbiased (as much as I can give an unbiased account, anyway) answer.

I, (24M), am a system with one headmate, P, (??). (Neither of us are sure how old he is, since it seems to change on the day). I don't want to get into exactly how I got him, but I believe the term for what we are is "traumagenic"? Sorry, again, I'm not really familiar with everything.

Anyway, I've had him since I was 8, and he's been... well, a real pain in the ass, to be frank. I understand now that he's a defender by nature and was trying to protect us, but when you get expelled from middle school for several physical attacks and almost get sent to juvie you start to resent the guy a bit. He's a bit like a sleeping bear, except if the sleeping bear had one eye open and killed you before you could hurt him.

Back when I got out of my abuser's house and went no contact at age 20, I moved in with my current partners, Bonfire (24M) and Greenhouse (25NB) (names changed for privacy, obviously.) At the time I didn't know them, but they were looking for another roommate and I desperately needed somewhere to live.

So I moved in with just the clothes on my back and my wallet (bad move, I know, but I didn't have anything anyway). I didn't care to interact with them all that much, not wanting P to get defensive and attack them for no reason, but they just kept pushing and eventually I relented and hung out with them some.

"Some" turned to "often," and then "often" turned into "sleeping-in-their-bed-and-sharing-our-clothes." At that point I was too far into it and embarrassed to admit I'd been hiding a whole other person from them in my mind. I wasn't sure if they'd even like me after, what with P's history of violence.

...so I never told them. I did my best to forget about anything that ever happened and tried to just enjoy the future I'd always wanted for myself. Bonfire and Greenhouse are lovely people and I was finally, maybe just a little happy. I'd never been a happy person and I was content to bask in it for as long as I was able.

This, of course, backfired immensely. P and I didn't have the best relationship at the time, with both of us wanting to do very extreme things to get away from the other. He wanted to kick me out and be by himself in my body, and I wanted to kill myself to be rid of him. We've since reconciled and made strides in accepting ourself for who we are- it hasn't been easy by any means, but that isn't the point.

I recognize now that he was afraid of being hurt again, not wanting to get out of that survival mindset in case Greenhouse and Bonfire turned out to be super-secret mega abusers taking advantage of our trust, but I also know what he did after was wrong.

He got physical with Bonfire, screaming at him and threatening to kill him if he got any closer. I don't have any memory of this happening, so some details may be incorrect, and I apologize for that. Bonfire, not knowing that P was not, in fact, me, (coupled with the fact that he's a fucking idiot (meant with affection)), he got closer and tried to talk me (him) down. P punched him in the face and broke his nose, after which he ran out of the house and left me to "wake up" a few miles away curled up under a tree.

P left me a note a few days later that said he didn't mean to break his (Bonfire's) nose, but that he was lucky he hadn't done worse. This, in P speak, is probably the most sincere apology I could get at the time.

To try and keep this as short as possible, I'll summarize what happened next. I told Bonfire and Greenhouse about P because at that point the cat was basically out of the bag. They said they'd wished I'd told them sooner, and that they were a little uncomfortable being in the same house as "the lean, mean, stabbing machine" (- Bonfire) but that they were willing to help me manage him if I promised to tell them everything I knew about how he worked.

I did, and it's been years since then, and now P and I are, as stated before, closer than ever. I recently asked my partners whether or not they were still upset with me for not telling them, and they just said that they weren't entitled to my medical history and trauma (which, yeah, but he did break Bonfire's nose) and that they didn't care because, "hey, we basically got a free dog out of it" (- Bonfire), and "we made a promise to love you, including all the less-than-savory parts." (- Greenhouse).

Sweet, yes, but I think I might be TA because, um, P LITERALLY BROKE BONFIRE'S NOSE AND THREATENED TO KILL HIM? AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF I HAD TOLD THEM?

TL;DR: I didn't tell my partners about my headmate that's prone to violence and he did violence on them and I feel bad.

AITA?

(P says hi, by the way, and he also wants me to tell you that he isn't like this anymore and much prefers soft blankets and eating fruit to breaking his family's noses.)

What are these acronyms?

[nikoshinigami]

My Takes on KHR Pairings

No one asked for it, but I do so love me some character analysis and head-canons. So here are my personal justifications and thoughts on 8059, D18, 6927, and 10051

8059 This is canon, isn't it? I don't even need to explain how Gokudera is the pressure Yamamoto needs in his life to apply himself and Yamamoto is the grace Gokudera needs in his life to not be so hard on himself? Even their fighting styles support each other. They are dating in the manga as far as I'm concerned. If you didn't read the manga and think half the reason Gokudera was so loud about his hate for Yamamoto was basically Unresolved Sexual Tension and Gay Panic, then I can't help you. The canon speaks for itself, and it speaks loudly. Where most KHR pairings tend to be of the 'two sides of the same coin' verity, these two are opposites attract.

D18 Dino and Hibari have the same core values. They protect their territory, they inspire their subordinates, they are respected leaders, and they love a good fight. They both admire and respect individual potential and don't garner unrealistic expectations of others--they know there are exceptions and not everyone can rise to their level, but those who can had better get their act together.

Dino initially sees a wild and beautiful brat of a creature when he looks at Hibari but learns to see his kindness and fairness as he reflects on their similarities. Hibari sees a never-ending battle that in truth he hopes does go on forever, because he's never before had someone in his life who could break him down, bare and bloody, no tricks and no respect lost, day after day, and follow it up with the proper care after to ensure they can both continue in the morning. There's the rocky post-trauma start considering the last time Hibari thought he was walking into a fair fight, he was deceived, tortured, and kidnapped all thanks to mafia foolery (Fuck you, Mukuro~). But after a while in the woods, knowing this time he won't be left to rot with many of his bones broken, trust and respect are built and last a lifetime.

The man with the bronco on his arm hasn't broken in the wild creature, because he himself has been considered a force of nature and he knows it's best to let wild things run free. Hibari is allowed to be his weird, unintentionally funny, and aggressively possessive self, while Dino gets to bask in that feeling of being the only one at a house party that the cat will let pet it, seeing the softer side of Hibari that others might see but still never quite understand the meaning behind.

Respect and admiration turn to passion and reverence. Even if mafia politics only ever let it be sexual trysts, their mutual assertiveness makes it a high-adrenaline encounter that lets Dino really let loose and enjoy enforcing his dominance since his partner needs him to prove he's worthy every single time, even if only for pretense. Meanwhile, Hibari gets to be gentle and quietly seductive with Dino in ways no one would believe, relishing in the power he has over the allied Don even without lifting a finger. In the end, it's a power play for both of them that works because Hibari doesn't prioritize a win so much as he is enjoying each fight, and Dino, head of his territory's criminal organization by birthright, needs to feel like he earned it sometimes in a way only adversity can prove.

6927 Put each on either side of a window and they'd think they were looking in a mirror. Mukuro was a child abused by the mafia, his future stolen from him for its ambitions without any consideration for his own wants and desires, made close friends with others put in the same position as him, has a strong desire to protect those close to him even at the sacrifice of his own life and security, and tends to overcome adversity against the odds--prison even proving only an inconvenience as he continues to exist in the wider world mentally at least. Tsuna is a child currently facing abuse within the mafia, his future stolen from him because Vongola decided his fate without any consideration for his own wants and desires. He's made close friends with others now pulled into the mafia's schemes beside him, has a strong desire to protect those close to him even at the sacrifice of his own life and security, and tends to overcome adversity against the odds--even seasoned assassins failing to take him down. In the end, they both came to the same conclusion: the mafia is corrupt and should be burned to the ground. Mukuro has been planning the destruction of the mafia since childhood, and Tsuna told Primo he would not uphold those evils but tear it all down. Mukuro's abuse is exponentially more egregious than Tsuna's, but with that, his reactions and responses to that trauma are also more exaggerated. At the end of the day, though, you have Tsuna forced on a transformative journey, and Mukuro who, having been there and come through the other side, possesses the knowledge that there is no excuse good enough to excuse this and no punishment more fitting than annihilation.

Because of this, though, Mukuro has a kindness towards Tsuna. A curiosity. He recognizes the fact that the mafia as it exists will destroy Tsuna and try to reshape him into something else. He didn't know Tsuna before their fight--he expected someone like Xanxus, someone already made cruel and warped by ambition. He didn't know he was advancing Vongola's objectives by engaging with him, but in his defeat like saw like. Their mental bond is almost a subconscious reaction to guilt at being a pawn yet again in another mafia family's power play and wanting to warn against obeying the established authority presented to Tsuna. Mukuro refuses any show of vulnerability, but without thinking about it, has shown Tsuna that he cares about people and that he's suffering. Reborn does not want Tsuna to forget about Mukuro's crimes and to potentially stop seeing him as a threat just yet, but Tsuna has regret about the Vindice taking the Kokuyou crew back to prison--sees them rightfully as victims and wants better for them than more mafia 'justice' when it was the mafia that created them in the first place.

Tsuna, whether by their bond or his intuition, sees through Mukuro in a way no one else can. He can cut through his bullshit, recognize when he's lying or being obtuse to avoid vulnerability, and see the frown hidden behind the smile. Mukuro, on the other hand, keeps Tsuna from the evils of complacency. Cognitive dissonance makes it easier to stop fighting your morals and go along with what everyone else is telling you you have to do when you have no alternatives. His right hand is a mafia shill, his other friends trust him and the mentors who have gotten them this far which were supplied by the mafia. Mukuro alone can and will comment on the true moral failings of the mafia and has no reservations in doing so. If ever Tsuna needs to feel like he's doing the right thing, all he needs to do is look to Mukuro for confirmation.

Mukuro is also the only one Tsuna can let his guard down around fully as a mafia boss. Gokuders is a fixer--if Tsuna vents to him, Gokudera takes it upon himself to tackle the problem rather than simply listen. Yamamoto is an optimist--if Tsuna vents to him, Yamamoto tries to cheer him up and make him feel better. When Tsuna vents to Mukuro, it's shit talking time and every petty bone in the illusionist's body is happy to be in on the action. Gurl, go on~ He enjoys some catty behavior and acknowledging that a lot of people are the worst and everything sucks is a topic he is here for. Does it help anything? No. But Tsuna feels heard and seen and validated and that is important. They grow closer because it's only with Mukuro that Tsuna gets that validation and he trusts Mukuro's perspective because they understand where each other is coming from. And Mukuro is never so loyal as to hold back on telling him he's being a dumbass--something the others might refrain from doing out of respect for their Boss.

Neither of them has strong, familial bonds. Tsuna was neglected and Mukuro was.. given up to human experimentation. They both crave soft, cozy, warm love and affection. Cuddles on the couch, maintaining touch throughout sleep to feel assured the other is there and assure them of the same, gentle caresses and soft, sweet kisses. It's almost a platonic love where playing with each other's hands and fingers is a high level of intimacy. They could probably be fulfilled and happy and loved without sex in their relationship. Which is good, because Tsuna is trying so hard to conform to what he thinks a straight teenager should be, he hasn't even had time to figure out who he actually is, while Mukuro has spent his life so untrusting and full of hate, the question has never required an answer.

10051 If Amano had written Byakuran a backstory, this would be easier to defend. What is Byakuan's perfect world? What's wrong with the current world in his opinion? What is he? Where did he come from? These would be really helpful to know. But instead, we learn about him through Shouichi. We learn they went to the same university so Byakuran is likely similarly a mechanic/engineer--or my choice of physicist (theoretical) if going to a school for sciences. We know they collaborate well together since they devised Choice, and that Shouichi is a simp for his charisma. We know Shouichi trusted and believed in Byakuran enough to join his mafia family and take on ranks and titles under him. We know Byakuran believed in Shouichi enough to give him it all, and even after their time at college, they both wanted to be invested in each other's lives forever (the mafia is not something you walk away from). We know Byakuran legitimately thinks the world of Shouichi, his best friend, even if he would sacrifice him for his ambitions. We know Shouichi legitimately thinks the world of Byakuran, his best friend, even if he would betray him.

While Byakuran is effortlessly endearing and boisterous, Shouichi is quieter and enigmatic. They are the Extrovert who adopted the Introvert trope except Shouichi is no wallflower. Shouichi is courageous, cunning, and manipulative while Byakuran can be playful, caring, and genuine--as well as the reverse. Neither is, necessarily, a better person than the other at their core, and their actions are equally as grey when we don't know what it is that Byakuran wanted to give the world that everyone was trying so hard to stop. Would World Peace have been worth a handful of deaths? The ambiguity leaves a lot to question if you don't fall into the "any sacrifice is too high a cost" set of values.

Strong headcanon, but I believe Byakuran wanted a world that he could be a part of. He is obviously not human, even without the Mare ring he was able to see across alternative dimensions, and he seems to be completely detached from consequences. If you've seen an infinite number of Shouichi's, is there such a thing as the 'real' Shouichi? If you've seen kingdoms rise and fall based on a butterfly's wings, is there any permanence in institutions? If people love you in one world and are indifferent to you in another, which is the truth of their feelings? If all things are possible, then nothing is concretely true, real, or genuine. You are a player character surrounded by NPCs and worlds you can load up as you like where you can simply move on if you get tired of the scenario. Byakuran was already a god, but he was a god railroaded into living a life of limited possibility despite infinite options. I think he wanted one timeline, one truth, one world in which things were perfect and he knew he was with the Shouichi, and he was the Byakuran who got to live his life. This makes the most sense of why they had to stop Byakuran in that future specifically--because all other parallel worlds would cease to exist if the Byakuran of their future specifically won. And if the toll of his victory is an infinite number of casualties, then the stakes are so high that it makes sense why the burden of it crushes Shouichi and physically pains him at every step but also why he still cares deeply for his best friend despite it all. Because he can't offer an alternative solution; there is no cure for the level of insight Byakuran has gained and the level of detachment it has caused him over the decade. Even telling him that no matter how many Shouichi's exist, he is himself and unique and special to Byakuran is hollow because surely every version of himself would wish to think so too. He knows how happy Byakuran would be to live in a "real" world with "real" people and there is no way to give it to him--in fact, he knows he is what caused Byakuran to begin to lose his connection with reality in the first place.

Both of them will lie, cheat, steal, and murder to get what they want. And I think Byakuran is constantly amused when he is reminded of how calculating and cold Shouichi can be. Shouichi, on the other hand, is exasperated by Byakuran's childishness, but uncomfortably attracted to the sheer force of his personality. They are a switch couple. Shouichi hates it when Byakuran starts to treat him like his sweet, docile bottom and will turn the tables on him to prove he is and has always been a perfect match for Byakuran's cunning. And Byakuran doesn't care if he's baby girl or daddy so long as he has a good time. Friends, to lovers, to enemies, to… friends? Their relationship is tangled in the memories of people they will never become. And that makes them even more fascinating.

[shotmrmiller]

Hi Toni :)) I’m on my period atm and my mood swings are mood swinging so I’m either gonna adopt a cat from the shelter or set a mans house on fire I haven’t decided yet. BUT all this to ask could you maybe write a lil blurb about maybe Alejandro or Rudy and how they’d take care of their partner on their period with rly bad mood swings? I never rly see anything on my Las Almas bbs and I think they deserve more love :(

oh man. comfort foods. beef soup with tons of limón. un pozolito bien rico. maizena. strawberry maizena cuz it hits different. ik the boys were taught right. they dote on you like nothing else. water! pain meds (motrin)! blankets upon blankets. they'll even share one of their precious mexican cokes <- my stepdad wouldn't share those even if i was on my death bed

and they'd let you step on em the entire time. go be angry, be sad. hysterical. so long you apologize after i think they'd take it with too much grace. more than any of us deserve when we're yelling about nothing of importance 😔

[lupunsus]

i want to write fluff. i (you people) need to remember the good sides of this au (non-existent) because yanderes can be nice (questionable)

Anyway, amputated mouse reader with Al-Haitham and Kaveh bc i finished the story quest, and they're literally fucking each other every other day istg

based on genshin hybrid au idea by @cinnamonest

while writing this, it was pure fluff... but my demons whispered in my ear, so there's nsfw in it. im sorry, but my resolve is weak against poly relationship with Kaveh and Al-Haitham.

warning: masturbation, the hybrid is actually the pervert in this one, a bit of angst bc hybrid thinks they aren't good enough to be sandwiched between two hot men despite being loved lots but they want their pp even though they know nothing about having sex with a human

Kaveh is too kind, really.

If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have had such a warm and loving home that cared deeply for you. Having the part of your leg below the knee taken away by bad people with awful traps was sad, but Kaveh and his partner, Al-Haitham, made sure to make you forget about that problem!

Of course, sometimes they argued about things relating to you.

"You claim to be so smart, but what's smart about giving them a pegleg?!" Kaveh glared at Al-Haitham while holding you in his arm. The other held out the object, dropping it in front of the gray-haired man. It was cute to see you hobble around at first. But then you fell over, and tears started to form in your eyes. You were so adorable!! But also, you should never be in pain while under the care of Kaveh and Al-Haitham!! You were fine, just a small bruise, but being the overreacting person he is, Kaveh had to make a big deal out of it.

To others, it would seem like he was making the situation sound worse than it is, but Al-Haitham is just like him. He's just a quiet worrier.

"I suppose I should readjust some things. If I were to buy some parts–"

"Peglegs are unnecessary when we can just carry [Name] around!"

"But then they'd have to crawl around the house if we aren't home."

"We'll put soft rugs down!!"

It's a good thing Dori resides in Sumeru. Her nose can smell potential customers all the way to the desert, but the biggest spenders are always Akademiya students. So when it comes to needing supplies for hybrids, Dori's the one to go to!

But that's a lot of soft rugs. What are you raising? A baby? It's okay. Dori won't ask, just hand over the mora. Thank you~

If anyone were to see Al-Haitham and Kaveh while they lugged a load of rugs to their place, they'd assume Kaveh was getting help with a new project. Nobody knows about the lucky little mouse waiting inside, as the rugs are for them. "Thank you masters! [Name] likes a lot!!" The texture was indeed fluffy and soft. One could wrap themselves up and sleep inside of one. That's how cozy it felt.

It's a shame that the pegleg would sit in storage to collect dust. Maybe one day it'll have its use.

Days when Kaveh is out and Al-Haitham is home are the best days. Why? The two of you do absolutely nothing. You make yourself comfy on top of him and take a nice long nap. Sometimes Al-Haitham will read to you, teaching you some words and whatnot. His voice is nice, however, so most of the time, he looks down to see you drooling all over his chest while deep in slumber. It's the main reason why he stopped wearing shirts during those times. Too much of a hassle to wash them. Kaveh doesn't complain, even doing the same.

Both of their chests make for good pillows, and their skin is always so warm. You definitely start drooling more when you're sleeping on them.

Kaveh is fun to be around, too!

He's made some toys for you to play with, but he doesn't mention how Al-Haitham helped. You didn't ask, so technically, he isn't lying to you. Do you know those cat wheels? Kind of big, enough for a human, maybe if they were to crouch down. Anyway, Kaveh made that for you! A nice little wheel to run to your little heart's content. It's super cute seeing you use it, especially when you get tired.

You just lay there in a puddle of exhaustion, and he takes the opportunity to scratch and nuzzle his face in your tummy. If you're ticklish, you try to push him off, but you're too tired to do so. Kaveh rewards you with treats and stuff to chew on, so it balances itself out. Plus, his belly rubs feel good.

Honestly, living with them makes you forget that you're missing half of your leg.

Almost.

You're a bit clumsy, especially when both of them are busy. During those times, they tend to leave a lot of things laying about. Books, well mainly stacks of books, but there's also occasionally some other stuff. And with how often Kaveh and Al-Haitham redecorate the place, things that are usually in a position you're used to are inevitably moved, and objects put in hard to reach places.

So when you trip or hurt yourself because of it, it's hard not to let a few tears fall. Would it be easier if you had two healthy legs? Of course, it'd be easier to balance yourself with two legs instead of one and a half. These negative thoughts start to spiral until you think about how useless you are to your masters.

All hybrids in shelters know that their purpose is to serve and please their masters. You weren't a stranger to the knowledge, even hearing of how if the hybrid is good, they'll be treated the same and even receive assistance during their... spring season.

But you're damaged goods! Unused, but still damaged! You require more care than the average hybrid, needing special attention and accommodations because of your small size. Neither of the men touched you in that way. Instead, they gave you space and sometimes left the house.

You could smell their scents on each other.

Why were you even here if they had each other to pleasure? You were grateful to even have such a nice home, but what were you to them? A pet? Or worse... an experiment? You've heard stories of fellow rodents being used for tests and experiments. They weren't harmed, but they weren't as loved as other hybrids in homes.

Ah, maybe you were a charity case.

A poor little mouse with half a leg missing. Nobody would want them as caring for them is so expensive, and you'd need to rearrange furniture and make the entire place practically baby proof. Perhaps you were a child to them. But you're definitely past that age! And what will happen to you if they do manage to conceive one? It's unheard-of for a male hybrid to get pregnant, but there are rare cases of it happening. Some can happen with the intervention of researchers, but only psychopaths (Dottore) would experiment with that.

Well, whatever. You're exhausted after overthinking and making yourself insecure and depressed.

The two men you loved with your entire being said they would be out late, but were they just having fun without you? Ah, you already told yourself to stop assuming things and thinking negatively, but it was hard. You wanted to be with them, too! Even during those times... There was only one thing that could help clear away these negative thoughts.

That's right. Stealing.

Borrowing would be a better word. You always put their clothes back! ...With the dirty clothes. Kaveh would be confused, not recalling wearing some of them, but blamed it on the alcohol. Al-Haitham made Kaveh do laundry, so he never spoke about it. He did express his impatience at how Kaveh takes forever to wash clothes, but that was it. They wouldn't think that their precious little mouse was to blame for the misunderstanding and confusion.

You'll never know it, but they think you're incapable of doing anything without them. Of course, you get exercise from your wheel, but they still feed, bathe, and clothe you (you're mainly naked unless they have guests over) with their own hands. The only things you should be doing without them are running on the wheel and chewing on your toys.

Going back to your session of "borrowing," it was usually something you did during the day when they were out, but since they're out late, you figured stealing more clothes of theirs again wouldn't get you caught. If they were doing what you thought they were doing, the two of them would get back home when the sun started rising.

So, you had plenty of time to make a nest in your hidden corner and masturbate while being surrounded by their scent.

It was really well hidden! Plus, you still had some clothes from earlier today, so the nest would just be cozier, and the smell of them would be even stronger. There really was nothing better than burying your face in their clothes while getting yourself off. It only helped to fuel your dirty desires.

Would they take you at the same time? You were confident that you stretched yourself to take both of them (you are definitely not), even using 3 fingers instead of 2! Surely, they'll both fit. But would they take turns instead? Impossible. They bicker so often that you think one of them will get impatient. And then there comes with that thing humans do. Kissing? You've only ever received forehead kisses from Kaveh, but you wanted more than that. Both men thought they were secret in kissing each other, and even if they weren't, they explained it as a way to share energy even if they both were out of breath afterward.

That was what you wanted. You wanted to give all your energy to them. To be drained until there was nothing left to give, even if they were insistent and shared with you their energy just so they could take it back.

"M-Masters...!" It was a relief that you came before your arm became weak. For some reason, you could only bring yourself to cum twice before your wrist felt numb. Maybe you needed to exercise more, you didn't know. You were still sensitive, so you opted to grind against their clothes to reach another high.

On any other day, you'd feel horrible for getting the clothes of your Masters dirty with your essence (or, as you like to call it, your love for them), but you were upset for always being left out! And they'd always tease you too. Going around the house topless. You have to hold back from pouncing on them and rubbing your nipples against theirs. You've done it before when sleeping on Al-Haitham's chest, but that time was an accident. It felt really good, though...

And the material of their clothes rubbing against them now felt incredible, but you really wanted to feel their hands and bodies against them. To have them pinched and squeezed even though no milk would come out. You heard hybrids can lactate if their nipples are squeezed and sucked periodically, so maybe if you play with them every day, you can give them a nice surprise.

Milk is delicious, after all!

Bringing yourself to the edge for the sixth time, you collasped onto the nest, exhausted from grinding against clothes. At most, you could only last three rounds, but this is an improvement! Humans generally go for seven rounds, so you are really close! But you're so tired... do humans really do it so many times? Their stamina sure is amazing.

You had time before your masters came back, so a nap wouldn't hurt. Plus, you were very hidden in this corner! Even if you overslept, they wouldn't be able to find you. You even threw a blanket over pillows on the couch just in case :) You've seen Kaveh do it, so it'll definitely trick them into thinking you're asleep.

It truly is unfortunate that you think you could outsmart two Akademiya graduates.

Al-Haitham is used to Kaveh's tricks, so he immediately knows you're hiding. You haven't figured out how to unlock the door, and there's even another few locks that you can't reach even if you manage to figure it out. Windows are too complicated to unlock for you, too. It's while he's narrowing down possibilities that Kaveh is calling out for you, thinking you were playing hide and seek, but fell asleep while waiting for them.

Kaveh thinks it's adorable and fun to look for the obvious tail sticking out from behind something. It isn't until Al-Haitham notices some of their clothes sticking out from underneath a table in the corner that he knows where you are and what you've been doing. How could he not? You practically begged them and threw a fit just to keep the table in its spot. It wasn't really hidden, but nobody would notice if someone or something were under it.

Calling over his partner, they looked to see you slumbering on top of their clothes, using their shirts as blankets. It would've been a cutely innocent sight if not for the fact you hadn't cleaned yourself up. "They've used more clothes than usual, but their heat is 3 weeks away.." Al-Haitham gently rubbed the inside of your thigh, causing your body to shift. Kaveh moved some of the shirts aside to see your reddened nipples perked up. He wanted to pinch them, but he settled on flicking one, smiling when you mumbled incoherently and squirmed a bit in your sleep. "Maybe they missed us~ We were out longer this time."

"Because someone can't play cards."

"I'd like to see you beat Cyno in less than 7 rounds!"

Realizing his mistake, both men looked towards you as you shifted. "Masters...." Nuzzling your face into their clothes, you let out a content sigh as their comforting smell seemed to be stronger than usual as if they were beside you.

"My skill is not provoking him. You'd have lost in 4 rounds if you had drank alcohol." This time, Kaveh chose to glare at Al-Haitham. The reason he didn't drink tonight was so that he'd be sober enough to remember being welcomed home by someone much cuter and nicer than the Acting Grand Scribe. But seeing you curled up in a nest of their clothes is definitely better.

Al-Haitham only sighed at the sight. "They took the pants I was going to wear tomorrow this time. I'll have to start hiding clothes I need."

"Wait, you knew they were the reason our clothes ended up in the laundry so often?" Al-Haitham only gave Kaveh a look that screamed, "Was it not obvious?" before rearranging the clothes to cover your entire body so you wouldn't get cold. If you weren't peacefully sleeping right in front of them, Kaveh would have yelled some very mean things at Al-Haitham. But that could wait for another day.

After all, they've left their cute little mouse waiting too long.

[sammorallee]

i don't even remember when i finished them i think several weeks ago but.

meet the Mayday twins // my Veroval fankids

they are both adults! tho im pretty bad at drawing characters that look older that idk maybe 16-17 no matter how i try lol

idk how old they are in hellish years but basically like... 24+,y.o. adults kind of age range

Scarlette Mayday (the youngest twin) — is a pretty hyperactive and cheerful person. They (really) enjoy music, growing wild plants and changing their mind frequently. Like, changing their mind is their passion. Scarlette, unlike Verosika, is pretty chill with break ups and changing relationships (even settled ones), which Verosika is (maybe strangely) very proud of.

Her friends and family would most likely describe Scarlette as a "sweetheart", as she's usually kind and supportive, but when needed, they can show their sharp nature and act like a real meanie.

She does have some "super cool demon powers" as she says. The most important of her abilities is the flexibility of her body and arms. She's an excellent dancer — in any genre, if you ask — and her dancing, besides being mesmerizing, can literally hypnotize, which she often takes advantage of when she wants a one-night stand or something.

Some of her ex partners will say that she is a monster, some will say that they have never seen such support after such a rough breakup (she is a therapist for those who have had their hearts broken by her), and some will say that their relationships with her were the best of their lives.

Scarlett is not looking for and is unlikely to be looking for a long-term partner. Many of their former partners remain their close friends.

If you ask, yes, she was named Scarlette instead of Scarlet just because Velevette wanted her to be more like herself.

Scarlet is faeflux and abrosexual.

She has a tendency to munch on lots of delicious food and frankly, she's proud of it.

Sage Mayday (the oldest twin) — is the complete opposite of their sibling. Although reserved and not particularly sociable, under the right circumstances Sage still makes contact with others quite easily — their nature doesn't allow otherwise. But he does not intentionally seek contact and relationships with others.

Sage wasn't always like this. As his sibling would say, he "hadn't ever outgrown his teenage phase". However, the restraint and resilience in their character allows Sage to make rather cold-blooded but important decisions when needed.

Sage rarely uses his ability, but he is easily able to materialize any objects or creatures from sketches he draws. They have a pet, which, though no one has ever seen (not even his own sister), that Sage created himself. They describe it as "an entity similar to an Earth cat, with three pairs of paws and three pairs of eyes, a fox tail and parrot-like wings hidden under a ton of fur".

They may have a few murders under their belt that their parents don't know about, but it's hard to count the exact number because some of them were committed not by Sage himself, but by his creatures.

Sage is demi-rose (demiace + demiaro), androgyne and omniflux.

They're not very skilled romantically, tho they assume that in a relationship they'd have been an amazing partner (at least that what their mums tell them).

Although Sage can basically find anyone attractive at some point, he's really into transgender girls in particular.

There can be disagreements between the two twins and the ongoing battle for parental attention from childhood (the usual sibling stuff), but they are still each other's main support. Even though it's hard to hurt both of them — Scarlett doesn't care much for anyone's opinion, and Sage often doesn't take anyone he doesn't know well seriously — if it can be done.... One can only sympathize, because they can and will gnaw for each other (perhaps even literally)

There are no favourite kids in this household, too! So Velvette and Verosika both found their quarrels on that matter silly from the beginning.

im pretty bad at creating OCs imo (especially at creating fankids) but yeah i hope this doesn't look as messy as it seems to me

sorry if there's any typos i've got no sleep

[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

[greatprotector-if]

Sorry if this has been asked (tumbler is being bad)

What are the ros cuddle preferences?

Personally, if we aren't melding into one being. Hearts beating as one. We just aren't close enough <3

anon. no this has not been asked before and from the bottom of my heart... thank you for this... you are so real

Kallias - Likes to cuddle completely entangled, making contact everywhere possible, bonus points for having their partner's head on their chest. Just like you Anon, it is NOT ENOUGH until there aren't seams left between the two of them!!!! Isn't enough unless they're sharing organs!!!! Very tight grip, very clingy, doesn't care about sweat. Serves to be an issue later if they wanna escape, but in the moment it feels like the best possible idea. Kallias has to be the big spoon in order for them to actually be comfortable though, otherwise they'll simply be very... Not comfortable. LMAO

Galen - Kind of just likes when their cuddle partner just... lays right on top of them. Weighted blanket vibes, you know <3 But if it's like sleepytime cuddling, it would take them a very long time to get used to actually physically sleeping in the same room as someone else, even without the cuddling involved. Oftentimes I think they'd just lay awake until morning, listening to the birds' dawn chorus, watching the light from the window turn blue, then orange, then yellow. They'd pretend to have been asleep out of considerations for the other party's feelings, and no one would be any the wiser.

V - Not much of a cuddler, especially if the goal is to fall asleep during it. They're a light sleeper to begin with, and the thought of having another person there makes them uneasy. In general, the most they can do is hold hands or touch knees or something, but I can also totally see them coming home after a long day and just laying on their stomach on top of MC, crushing them beneath their weight. Kind of like a cat, I guess! Just build their trust and let them come to you!

[q1ngqve]

Hey, its ✒️ again! I'm glad you enjoyed reading my brainrots ahdvjdnidbd. Now I'm back on my brain rots about the same reader from my previous brainrots isjdjnd;

how do you think Dan Heng and Jing Yuan would (star) rail (aornjdidhidbd sorry I couldn't resist) the insecurities out of anxious!reader???

Honestly I'd imagine them being really methodical and break reader down with bodyworship and praise absibdjdb even one of them holding readers hands down so they can see and hear readers sweet noises as they ABSOLUTELY RUIN THEM.

I think they'd get even more turned on by watching reader trying not to lose themselves in their touches as reader protests everything the two say and it backfires for reader. Immensely. Makes the two more determined to taste their well earned prize.

Them taking turns eatting reader out? Both fingeirng reader with Dan Hengs fingers are deep in reader while Jing yuan is rubbing circles om the outside? Then both taking turns railing reader?

Competing and yet working together on their common goal of ruining reader? Holy shit. These two would be insatiable, especially after their game of cats-and-mouse.

Even after railing reader to an inch of their life, I'd think Dan Heng and Jing Yuan would be the KINGS of Aftercare. A bath? Food? Dan heng using cloudhym magic to aid in the aches? (Healing for comfort but leaving the marks in places) Anything for you darling~. Be careful, you might go for another round if you tease them too much.

Bruh imagine waking up the next day sandwiched between the two with a new bracelet instead of the usual two? One with a teal dragon and lion charms and a mix of beads from readers old bracelets? (What happened to the rest of the beads?? Ittle come back later)

Mutual claim???? Ayooooo??? As if the bite marks weren't enough. Apparently not because they want "pesky flies" to stay away. 🙄 These two are soo pleased with themselves too ajdbidn (Jing Yuan more smug, while Dan Hengs tail wraps around reader's leg, giving him away)

If reader isn't able to walk? Guess you'll be escorted (aka carried and guarded heavily) by two verry protective lovers to Jing Yuans abode for those two to continue their spoiling with affection (and aftercare), practically swathed in the nicest of fabrics and the gentlest of kisses and cuddles as overdue conversations involving their relationship occur. (Dw reader aquires very loving and protective partners ifbjdnmd)

(Extra bonus: if the two have strings of beads made up of the old bracelets incorperated into their outfits as well ever since. If asked about it, although they may not give a verbal anwser, the soft look they give to the beads tells people everything that they need)

aidnidbdidb sorry if it's long again, 😅 I needed to get these out of my head akbdidbjdbdh anyway I hope you have a good one akbdjdbhd

i … i literally have nothing else to add 😵‍💫 this is perfect hehe reader has scary dog privileges and i want that too

[skyartworkzzz]

If they were to still be around, what would Lambert's family think of their relationship with Narinder?

SEEING THIS ASK MADE ME THINK OF A COMIc that is in the works atm BUT since that is gonna take a while heres what each of them would think!

When meeting Narinder for the first time, considering their narrative, the entire fam would most likely be wary and not even let Nari into their village or house before being completely sure they can trust him But if good impressions are done...:

Rambert would likely be chill with Nari if Lambert is; he trusts his child's judgment given that they are the most skilled one amongst the others in survival and just knowing people in general If Lamby sees no reason to be wary of Nari, then so doesnt Rammy uwu

Betty is quite the protective mom so I can only assume she would be- nosy AUHUIAJSDMK Just wanting to know how this started, why they like each other, making questions like "what did you see in them" out of the blue to both, she would want to make sure her kid is with someone good to them Should there be any episodes that'd prove otherwise, Betty would be the first to beat the shit out of Narinder-

Cotton follows the personality of his mother and is quite protective as well, but is not as invasive as her. He would instead figure things out with Lambert, asking how they feel around Narinder, making sure that everything is okay and just observing them both from afar most of the time Depending on how well things go, he would be pretty chill too and even be the one calming down their mom about her worries for their relationship xD

Shaun doesnt care as long as Narinder doesnt hurt his sibling He would def be the one to tease Lamby tho, being like "gayass" from time to time or "Lamb and Nari under a tree-" kind of thing LOL But if anything happens, he would do whatever it takes to not let the cat near his sibling ever again

Wooly is likely the most curious one, from wondering how their relationship started to asking Nari why he has 3 eyes LMAO BUT def be the most innocent one to be like "oh thats so cool so happy for you both!!" They'd be the one to comfort Lambert if smtng happens

Dolly would also be just as curious but smart about it, making questions that sound like someone older than her would make despite her age (14-15) She would be fine with Narinder, but def take advantage of his feelings sometimes for shits and giggles like "oh do this or Ill tell Lambert you stink!!" smtg like that yk xD I think she and Nari could make for interesting partners in crime at some point now I think about it help thatd be funny-

ONE DAY ILL GET A COMIc done or get to this part soon enough in my fanfic Death After Life where Nari meets Lambert's family, so we shall see whether these stick til there!

For now hope this answers ur question, tysm for asking! ^^

[eggcompany]

Hysterical Matters BONUS SMUT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!

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“Sherlock, please be careful.” John said, voice forcibly stern to hide away the wavering. 

Sherlock knelt in front of his armchair, his study notebook, the special one he kept all his ‘John’ studies in, sat on the side table, wooden ruler pressed to the underside of John’s erection, pen in his free hand. 

John had just gotten a shower, in just his fuzzy robe and socks, wanting to sit down and watch a show. They'd been running around a lot lately and his knee was aching and his body was tired. He just wanted to relax. Sherlock was doing something in his room, he was supposed to be meeting with Lestrade later that day. It was a quiet day in. Of course there was never a quiet day in, not in 221B. 

Sherlock had come slinking out of his room like an alley cat, a Cheshire grin on his face as he came up behind John. His hands came down to find John’s shoulders, massaging them in a way that had John too distracted to notice his robe falling down. 

“Sherlock, gods” John sighed and Sherlock’s thumbs dug into the knot at the base of his neck. It was sinful, the way those hands worked his muscles. It was one of the more surprising of Sherlock’s talents, the way he could find pressure points and soothe away muscle knots. John adored it. 

“I want to study you John, let me feed my curiosity.” Sherlock said, voice lowered, sultry as it flowed near John’s ear. 

“Sherlock, I'm comfortable. I’m not getting up. I want to sit here watch my show and then go take a nap before dinner.” John explained carefully, not wanting to hurt the other man’s feelings. Then Sherlock came around his chair, wearing just a pair of lacey women’s underpants. 

“Sherlock, that’s not fair at all.” John groaned, hands reaching out to grab his slim hips, feeling the soft black fabric. It was nowhere near fair. The way the dark fabric stood out so stark against his pale skin, the lace so delicate in intricate swirls. 

“Are you aroused?” Sherlock asked and let John rub up and down his thighs. He was looking almost smug, proud of himself that he got his partner turned on. 

“Mhm” John hummed and leaned forward to nuzzle Sherlock’s belly. There was a new dusting of dark hair there, just a small bit under his belly button, but John loved it. Loved how the lace felt against his lips as he pressed kisses into Sherlock’s hips. 

Sherlock pulled away a bit, turning to show the backside, the heart cutout at the waistband. The fabric showed everything, clinging to every ridge and crease. 

John sat back, undoing his robe to give his hardening cock a few strokes, working himself up for it. If Sherlock was going to give him a show, he was going to take advantage of it. 

Sherlock reached out, bending down over John’s chair, one hand on the arm rest, while the other wrapped around his cock. He leaned in for a kiss, tongue filled and nasty. 

“You have an erection.” Sherlock stated when he pulled back, giving John a tight stroke causing the doctor to groan. 

“Yeah, you wanna-” John was about to get up and take it to the bedroom but Sherlock was straightening up with a wide grin. 

“I’ll get my ruler! Sit there and sustain it!” Sherlock interjected as he ran off to get his supplies. Giddy, he was giddy as he pranced back to his own room. 

That’s how they got there. Sherlock occasionally leaning forward to press a kiss to the insides of John’s thighs, his balls, even the base of his cock. Just to give him a little stimulation, and also the little acts, acts of thankfulness. 

“The average length of a penis is thirteen centimeters, your’s is fifteen and a half. Which is almost an inch longer than average. And it’s proportionally girthy.” Sherlock stated as he scribbled on the page of his notebook, ruler set to the side. He looked content, writing down his research. 

John relaxed now that the wooden instrument was away from his neither region. Sherlock was at least being nice, and he was mostly naked which was also nice to look at. His scars were fading a bit, a welcomed change, and his muscles were getting larger, no longer starved for all nutrients. 

“Do you want me to masturbate you?” Sherlock asked as he looked up at John, before continuing to write. Like he was asking a normal question. John sighed and looked up at the ceiling, he couldn’t really think, his dick was hard and so close to Sherlock’s face. 

“Sherlock, I can take of it myself.” John said not wanting to put Sherlock up to anything he didn’t want to do, also questioning whether or not he could hold back at that point anymore.  

“Okay. I am going to get dressed and visit the morgue.” Sherlock said as he got up collecting his supplies and left. Leaving John sat there in his slippers, cock in hand. 

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Sherlock had been left to his own devices, alone in the flat for three whole days while John went to visit his sister. They’d not been apart for the night since John was hired over a year ago. Not spending a night out of each other’s beds in weeks. 

Sherlock wasn’t fairing well. He’d attempted to masturbate, touching himself like John did, which was too overwhelming he couldn’t keep his hand on himself long enough to climax. He’d attempted to use the shower head how John had told him about but it was far too weak to give him enough stimulation to even get close. He’d attempted to rub himself on his pillow, wadding it up between his legs and rolling his hips against it. That had been quite nice, but it was too soft, there wasn’t enough there to cum. 

John came home on a Tuesday, his duffel bag shrugged up on his shoulder as he walked in the front door. Sherlock was asleep, laying on the couch, drooling on a pillow in his dressing gown and sweatpants, no shirt underneath. John was as quiet as he could be as he dropped his bag by the door, shutting it softly before locking it, slipping off his shoes. 

He knelt down by Sherlock’s face, enjoying the relaxed, the angelic look that only ever graced his angular features when he slept. He was so beautiful, and John had missed him so much. He kissed his forehead, ever so softly, and then his cheek, his nose, his eyes, just letting their foreheads touch, sharing a presence. 

“‘Ohn?” Sherlock mumbled as he woke up, voice coming out wispy and dry. John kissed him on his lips and scrubbed a hand through his hair. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” John teased and Sherlock blinked his eyes open, hand coming up to wipe at his eyes and mouth, wiping away the evidence of his rest. He sat up, robe falling off his back to gather around in his elbows, his back exposed. He looked perfect. 

“You’re… you haven’t shaved.” Sherlock said as he looked down at his doctor. He wasn’t smooth and clean shaven as he always kept himself. Instead there was a scruff of his beard, blonde with a spattering of grey. Sherlock couldn’t help but reach out and touch the coarse, scratchy hair. 

“I haven’t shaved since before I left. I forgot my razors here, didn’t see a reason to buy more.” John said, knowing Sherlock had a preference towards keeping his face shaved. Sherlock ran his fingers over John’s jaw, his cheek, his lips. 

“’S fine.” Sherlock forgave and bent down to pull John up into a kiss. It was far from the gentle reunion John was expecting. It was passionate, needy, and telling. 

“Missed me that much huh? Couldn’t get off by yourself?” John teased as he grabbed the sides of Sherlock’s sweatpants, yanking them down to his ankles to be kicked away. Sherlock couldn’t even respond before John was speaking again. 

“No underwear? You were waiting for me. Sleeping right in the entry, making it easy for me.” John teased as one hand came up to play with one of Sherlock’s breasts, the other drifting down to rub over the already wet, soaked heat between the detective's thighs. 

Sherlock moaned, hips bucking over the doctor’s fingers. He was so desperate, already too close. He kept trying to kiss John, trying to show how happy he was that his doctor had returned. It felt strange, the way the scruff felt against his lips, his hands as he cupped John’s face. 

“Lay back, I’ll take care of you before I go put my stuff away. Lay back, it’s alright.” John said and pulled himself away from Sherlock's hands, pushing him to lay back against the couch, moving so he was kneeling between the younger man’s spread legs. 

Sherlock sat there, hips pulled to the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions, hands twisting up in his robe. John was face to face with something he adored, he pressed kisses to Sherlock’s thighs as his hand rubbed up and down the wet folds before him. He looked up at Sherlock, their eyes meeting, as he leaned forward to take his clit between his lips. 

“Oh John!” Sherlock moaned out, legs jumping as his eyes slid shut. It was perfect, the mix of the scratchy scruff on his most sensitive skin and the hot warm suction on his clit, the fingers that slid into his hole. He was so sensitive, everything having been drawn out, being so close to the edge over and over again ever since John left.

John hummed, the vibrations shooting up through the bundles of nerves straight up Sherlock’s spine. He missed his detective, his right hand wasn’t nearly as pleasant as the warm clutch of Sherlock’s body. He licked down over him, where his fingers were working in and out of his hole, up to suck on his clit. 

Sherlock moaned, thighs shaking on either side of John, feeling that knot get tighter and tighter inside of himself faster than it ever had before. 

“Close, so close, John, John, John-” Sherlock panted out, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. His voice got higher, until the words morphed into whines. 

John doubled his efforts, crooking his fingers to get that good spot inside of Sherlock. It only took a moment, so fast, John had expected Sherlock to be a little quicker, but he snapped so fast. He pressed a kiss to his clit but kept his fingers pumping in and out of his hole as the muscles spasmed and twitched. 

Sherlock cried out, hands twisting knots into the fabric of his robe, legs shaking, chest heaving. John pulled his fingers out, keeping them from touching anything as he stood up. He sat down next to Sherlock, kissing his cheek, kissing away the tears that spilled over. 

“I missed you Sherlock. Couldn’t stop telling Henry ‘bout my boyfriend back in London. Couldn’t stop bringing you up, thinking about you. I’m taking you with me next time.” John said quietly, kissing the side of Sherlock’s neck, up behind his ear, the underside of his jaw, anywhere he could reach. 

“You gave me beard burn.” Sherlock said with a pout, still turning so their lips could meet in a sweet, slow kiss. 

“Good thing you have a doctor nearby.” John said and brought Sherlock with him to the bathroom to freshen up. And shave. 

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“You need something to help you masturbate. When I don’t want to, when I’m away, whenever you want to cum.” John explained as he rubbed over Sherlock’s back. Sherlock barged into the bathroom as John had been cutting his hair, saying that he’d been ‘holding out’ until the newly instated curfew for sex. It was 4pm. On the dot. 

John was tired, it was barely before dinner and Sherlock would want to have sex again before bed.  

John loved the sex, of course, and he loved fingering the detective and eating him out, but he got worn out. Exhausted. And Sherlock didn’t deserve that. He deserved better than John not being able to give him his all or being lazy. 

“A sex toy?” Sherlock asked, just enjoying the closeness, it was the best time to talk, curled up warm and naked in bed. John smelled nice, like a man, if there was a male specific biological scent, John had it. 

“Yeah, a vibrator or a dildo or something. You tried riding a pillow before, yeah?” John asked, thinking of the best way Sherlock could get off by himself. Sherlock was just an odd thing, always making things complicated because he himself was so complex.

“Yeah, it felt good. Not enough to climax because it was too soft and not… it was too feathery.” Sherlock said with a wave of his hand. He couldn’t think enough to try and describe the lackluster experience already half deleted from his brain. 

“Might get you a vibrator, something you can put on a pillow and rub on. You can get off without penetration, but if you want we can get something else.” John suggested. Sherlock came best, faster, and hardest when his clit was getting the most attention. A vibrator, something versatile and not too female focused, something simple, that could work. Something Sherlock didn’t have to move or maneuver, something he could just lay on or sit on, that would be best.  

“I like penetration.” Sherlock said and turned in closer, nuzzling against the side of John’s pec. 

“Yeah?” John asked, kissing his hair, wrapping his arms around the younger man for a proper cuddle. 

“I like your penis. I don’t want a fake penis inside of me.” Sherlock mumbled, face turning bright red. John just huffed a laugh as the silence settled over them like a another blanket. 

John found a sex shop, well he knew where it was. He’s thought about it before but this time he went in. It was a small selection but good. They had what he wanted. 

He returned to the flat black bag in tow. 

Sherlock was reading a case file, murder photographs spread out on the floor around him. 

“Hey Sherlock, right now, work or play?” John asked, stepping over the photos, careful not to disturb them. Sherlock didn’t move as his eyes scanned over the pictures and reports again and again. 

“Work.” Sherlock mumbled and closed his eyes. The case wasn’t fitting together, there had to be something he was missing. 

“I’ll make dinner.” John said quietly and put the bag under their bed. It could wait. Sherlock needed food and a fresh look at the case. 

However after the case was done, weeks after actually, and the weather had John feeling especially old and aching, the cold making him stiff and sore, he remembered the gift hidden under the bed. John was sitting on the bed, Sherlock kneeling over him, making out like they were still teens. 

Sherlock pulled his own shirt up and off, his binder still tight around him. John ran a hand up and down the side of it, over the clasps.

“I can-” Sherlock said and started to try and pull the garment up and off but it just got bunched at his collarbones. John huffed and flicked the first couple clasps open so it could be fully removed. 

John leaned up to kiss the red marks from the seams of the binder. Sherlock gasped pulling away, hands going to shove at John’s face when he got too close to a nipple. 

“They’re too sensitive right now.” Sherlock explained and grabbed at John’s shirt, he was already dressed for bed. John shook his head and pulled Sherlock into another softer kiss. 

“Sherlock, I’m not up for it, baby. I want you to try by yourself.” John explained and Sherlock looked at him, something in his eyes that was similar to hurt. John kissed him all over his face, his forehead, his nose, his chin, his eyes. 

“Not because I don’t want to, just because I can’t get it up. I’m too… I’m hurting. Just the weather, I’ll be fine. I’ll be right here, I just wanna see you work yourself over. I got you a gift.” John said and Sherlock lightened up, nodding. John reached over the edge of the bed, hand waving under the bed for a moment before grabbing the plastic bag there. 

“Oh! I thought it was a christmas present, I hadn’t looked.” Sherlock said with a delighted look on his face. Of course he’d noticed the bag but he assumed it was early christmas shopping, and John was so particular about him not peeking at gifts. John brought it up, pulling out the box. 

It was unassuming, white and blue, almost looking like a medical device. 

“What does a personal massager have to do with me masturbating successfully to climax?” Sherlock asked and took the device out of John’s hands, ripping the box open to get to the actual tool. He examined it, the long, heft device with buttons. John shook his head, taking the discarded box, digging through it for the charger cord. 

“It’s a vibrator. Take your pants off but leave your underwear on.” John directed and took the toy, reaching into the bedside for a wet wipe to clean it. He’d actually clean it later. For now wiping it off with a wet wipe was fine. He flicked it on for a moment to see if it was charged. 

Sherlock was standing beside the bed, stumbling over his pants at the sound of the vibrator. He kicked away his pants, eyes caught on the plain white and blue, the original hitachi wand. John had been with plenty of girls and out of all the sex toys he’d ever come in contact with, nothing beat a magic wand. 

“Do it again. How does it work?” Sherlock asked, climbing back on the bed to sit beside John, watching as the doctor touched the buttons. The three buttons were in a row on the base of the handle. The power button was obvious and labeled, then two more, and then a row of lights. 

“This turns it on and off, this one controls the intensity, how powerful it gets. You probably need to keep it on low. The last one is the pattern. There’s four settings for both, you can find one you like and just stick to it.” John explained, Sherlock paying rapt attention to the instructions. He took the toy back to press the on button. Even on low it was powerful, a constant buzz in his hands. It was almost like thunder, rumbly. 

“Here, get that under you.” John directed as he handed Sherlock one of his own pillows. Sherlock maneuvered around until the pillow was folded in half and stuffed between his knees, enough so he could relax a bit, let it take some of his weight. John just looked at him, enjoying the lean, long lines of his body, wrapped up in just a pair of black socks and tight little purple briefs. 

“Now situate it so the bulb part is pressed up against your clit, yeah sit down on it.” John instructed, settling back down against the headboard to watch. Sherlock rose up, pressing the toy against himself, rearranging himself a few times before he got settled. 

“If it gets to be too much, sit down harder. Stay on it until you cum.” John said, looking Sherlock in the eye, serious. Sherlock swallowed and nodded, he understood what John meant. He couldn’t get himself to cum but the machine could, stay on it. 

Sherlock had the base of the toy out in front of him, the buttons looking up at him. He reached down and pressed the power on. 

John watched, it was better than any porn he’d watched. Sherlock jumped, body getting away from the vibrations, low and steady, before he shoved his hips down harder. He moaned, knees spreading wider so he was lower, closer to the toy. 

“Find a good spot, however you need to be. Lay down, roll your hips, find that good spot.” John advised, eyes watching as Sherlock leaned forward onto his hands, panting. Sherlock’s eyes were closer, shifting around until there was particularly good zap that made him wanna stop. He couldn’t stop, he needed to- to prove to John he could do it. 

He laid down, chest to the bed, face hidden away from the doctor’s gaze, as his hips ground down on the buzzing toy. It was splendid, Sherlock realized. He could rub against the toy, grinding forward and pulling back. The knot was forming in his gut, quickly and it was amazing. 

John watched Sherlock writhe against the bed, hands clawing at the sheets, hips stuttering as they thrusted on the toy. He was making such enticing sounds, huffing and short squeaky little noises. The buzzing was quieted, the pillow and bed taking most of the sound, but John could still hear it. 

“Turn it up. Just once.” John directed, hand reaching out to find one of Sherlock’s against the bed. The younger man shoved his other hand between him and the bed, looking for the buttons. 

Instead of the power flicking up, the pattern changed. Instead of a solid buzz, it started a quick sequence of buzzes, not long enough to get there but enough Sherlock was biting the blankets. His muscles jumped with the quick rhythm, hips shaking as he tried to change it again. John watched as he worked through his own prolonged suffering. 

The quick sequence was replaced with a pulse, a push and pull, a slower longer drag of vibrations. This drew a new sound from Sherlock. A deep punched out noise. His hand drew from the buttons, leaving the rise and falling vibrations set to himself. He laid there, body shaking, forcing his hips to just stay still. 

“So close Sherlock, good, that’s it. Found the right spot for you. So close, sweetheart, let me see.” John said, his own voice dipping down. It was something to see. Next time, he’d need to have Sherlock facing away from him. 

Sherlock whined, hips bucking a bit against the toy, breathing coming out faster and faster, muscles tightening before dropping and doing it all over again. 

“C-can’t” Sherlock whimpered, turning his head to look at John. His eyes were teary and he couldn’t stay on the toy, it was too much. The waves coming and going, coming and going, it felt incredible but he couldn’t get there. 

“You can, you’re so close. Change the setting and I’ll help you. Hit the button twice and stay still.” John said and watched Sherlock huff and reached back down for the buttons. He hit it twice and there was the long solid buzzing. He moaned and lifted up off the toy. 

“Stay down, press your hips down. When you wanna lift up, press down harder.” John said and Sherlock did, the first few times he jerked back up, avoiding the stimulation but finally he got the hang of it. He shoved his hips down, screaming into the blanket as his whole body rocked with pleasure. He did it over and over again, crying out in the bed. John reached out to rub a hand over his back, feeling the muscles twitching and jumping. 

Sherlock suddenly sat up a bit, getting his arms under himself a bit, eyes wide, breath stuck in his throat. Then he jerked, kicking and moving till the toy was buzzing on the bed away from him and he was sucking in air. He reached down to himself, his underwear dark and soaked, pressing over the fabric to feel his twitching entrance. 

John reached over and turned the toy off, just setting it on the bedside to watch Sherlock, sprawled over the bed, panting, hands laying against his stomach, come down from his orgasm. 

“Alright?”John asked after a second, reaching out to bring one of the detective’s hands up to kiss the knuckles. Sherlock nodded, eyes stuck to the ceiling. He couldn’t quite move yet. Or speak. Or think. 

“I love you” Was all he could muster. 

“I love you too, Sherlock.” John said and laid there, just playing with Sherlock’s fingers for a moment. 

Before realizing that was the first time they’d said it. 

[draconicfool]

@shallliveoninsong asked: Jing Yuan was a fair bit tipsy after one of their dates. They'd had a great time and eaten some great food too. After stumbling back home and crashing in bed together he was slap-happy from the festivities. Yet nonsensical chatter came from him even after lying down. "Wonder if Mimi knows how soft her fur is?" The lioness who was curled up at the foot of the bed only stared at her human as if secretly judging his antics. "I bet she does... bet she wishes she could pet cats too, don't you think Eros?" A fit of giggles follows his question. "If I were a cat I'd want my fur to be soft! A well-fed cat--if I have a next life, thas what I wanna be." He giggles again, nuzzling into Eros's hair. "Sorry, 'm sorry..." his lighthearted tone goes somber now. "I'm going to leave you one day... wish I could be there. Dun wanna leave you. Sorry 'm selfish. Deep down I'm relieved that it'll mean for once I'm not the one bury'in a loved one. What are you gonna do once I'm gone?"

For his part, Eros is just as giggly all the way back. Laying on the other's chest when they collapse into a puddle on the bed. His fingers running through Jing Yuan's hair as they often do. Just nodding along and looking up at the other with all the love in the world. As if he understood every little ramble leaving his mouth.

"I bet she does. If y'were a- a kitty I'd take such good care of ya, too. I'd feed ya every time ya so much as looked like y'needed some and brush... brush y'er fur so y'wouldn't get tangles."

Though, his giggling stops when the other's tone changes. Shifting now to sit in the other's lap rather than lie on top of him.

"I don't wanna talk about this." He's so much quicker to cry when he's drank before hand. That wall so easily crumbling as he stares at his partner. Hands moving quickly cover his eyes and try to wipe them away. Shoulders trembling like a little kid. And he's wailing now. "I don't wanna do it again- s'not fair- it ain't fair-! Y'er m'f'er'ever- m'everythin'-- and y'er gonna be- gone!"

mew is hurting me again <3

[flightlesskaz]

Hear me out DL drabble: this is just for my own babble

Warning for grammar errors, shipping, and gore (specifically cannibalism)

It's not actually a secret soul mate. That is to say, Big B knows, Grian knows, and most importantly Scar knows.

It's nothing romantic. On the first day when everyone was looking for that string connection and running around, there was a joke made between two friends eating a bit of food before they continued looking. Grian ate some soft bread, he always seemed to make the best and quickest bread to his own ire. Big B managed to get some pork and quickly cooked it up just before they ran into each other. Now they sat on a small hill eating and chatting as they made a joke, if they didn't fine their soul mates by nightfall they'd try to steal each other from their soul. It's a joke, strictly platonic and only this season. Grian bit his lip in an exaggerated way and said some cheesy pick up line that made Big B ugly laugh and the deal was made.

Unbeknownst to the two, there was a third nearby. Scar was scrounging around when he came across the two at the beginning of their little lunch date. Giggling as their commentary made him want to listen in secretly, as if the espionage of the death game had already started but in an innocent fashion. He smiled along, nodding at good jokes and bitting his lip to not burst out laughing, and subsequently falling out of the tree he's in, at Grians purposeful bad flirting. He thought their little deal was silly but he approved, he was in on the secret even if they didn't know, and it wouldn't effect him either way. Until the next day, when Grian dragged him from the cute stray cats and forced him to stand under a tree.

He still knew the joke and didn't mind, but a part of his heart warmed later that night. Next to a fire, Scar gathered the wood for it and Grian had a flint, his soul told him. Something along the lines of, "I'll never mention this outright again," and, "it'll never really mean anything but I do love him... as a friend." Scar swallowed around a lump in his throat, touched that Grian would tell him and blaming the flutter in his chest on the soul ties.

A different issue is raised later. Scar's taking care of the cats when Big B sneaks over and Scar pretends not to see. That dosen't stop him from leaning on the wall around the corner from them to listen in from where they can't see. Big B decides not to tell Ren, to play it up for fun in the season and that's his decision. He asks if Grian is doing the same and Scar wants nothing more then to walk over and flop over Grians back and join them but he holds off. He's a good partner and respects Grians original decision to not address the elephant in the room. Grian shrugs and tells Big B he mentioned it but would respect Big B's part in this too.

That's why when people tell Scar that Grian is cheating he gasps dramatically and looks around as if searching for God. He laughs once he's out of earshot. They don't see the soft domestic nights with Grian. They don't see Grian sneaking extra cat treats, that take as much time to make that could have been used sharpening weapons, into Scars bag. They don't spy on cozy afternoons of two friends giggling together as they plan ways to pretend being in love. That's why Scar ignores the looks from Scott, he trust Grian 100% more then people think he should in the couple counseling. He scoops up poppies and flowers on their way home and hides them in his pocket to present to Grian later. As they walk it's golden hour and the mischievous smile on Grians face like he's getting away with something silly is worth it. Giving cookies later, and watching the two share them in a secret meet up as Grian looks soft talking about Scar and Big B is attentive and supportive. Scar thinks he can have some secrets too. They don't need to know that Scar knows the secret, I mean, his own mischievous smile just happens to match Grians after all.

When Ren learns and subsequently tries to demand answers, Scar's there. He's holding Grians hand as Ren stands at the wall gate talking at them but not actually trying to get answers. They all know it's something more akin to Ren just getting it off his chest to get his head straight before he confronts Big B at the counseling. Still, Scar holds Grian just a little tighter as if he can swallow him whole and keep him safe. After Ren leaves and Grian looks up to Scar with soft eyes and a hopeless expression as if he can't even begin to form words, Scar just shakes his head. A soft squeeze and a kiss to Grians temple, Scar escorts them inside to make their armor just a little bit better.

Later when their both red and high on bloodlust, trusting their partner after a history like their's is second nature. Scar's canines ache a little but it's easy to ignore as they run around laugh, warm and full of vicious life. It isn't until later when Grian is screaming and giggling madly and beautiful. Scar's quick hands that can pickpocket like it's breathing are holding a knife before he knows it. Taking a second standing above both bodies before he runs after his soul laughing and praising him. Later he'll console his crying soul, remembering the image of two friends sharing cookies. He offer something horrible, but now in a red haze, it's the kindest thing Grian could ever want. Scar pulls out a lump of fabric that's wrapped around something. Even as it drips blood a little too vivid, showing what type of body they were taken from. Grian bites his lip but smiles great fully up to Scar. They lock arms as they each eat a heart in a small hole in a hill deep in the night. A fire is the only witness as the two cuddle a little closer together while eating mouthfuls, two ghost now tied to watch over the two.

The ghost giggle as clarity is restored after escaping the pressure of the death game, now cheering on their secret counterparts. Later, when they loose each other and die separately, one with ringing ears and the other in dead silence, the ghost counterparts will great them and lead them back together. Now the group of four laugh and reminiscent as they watch the last few survivors and wait for a winner.