#I feel you Kcalb ;w;

[kandyrezi]

(if y’all request naughty headcanons, be mindful that they’ll be rather mild. also, make sure to write it like “n/s/f/w” next time otherwise it won’t show up in any of the tags... anyway, under the cut just in case!)

[ ♡ / ♢ ] Etihw x Kcalb NSFW HCs.

kcalb, being shy as all hell, prefers positions where he doesn’t necessarily have to look at etihw’s face, like doggy style or reverse cowgirl. etihw likes to tease their devil about this, but then will reassure them they’ll only do what he feels comfortable with.

etihw loves to whisper sweet nothings into kcalb’s ear, their hot breath fanning against his neck, which in turn, only edges him on more and pick up speed in whichever way he was pleasuring them, causing etihw to become overwhelmed and overstimulated rather quickly.

hand-holding and lots of ‘i love you’s during their love-making is a given.

etihw is very vocal during funtimes, while kcalb mostly sticks to small grunts and sighs, almost as if he’s afraid of making noise. etihw tries their very hardest to get kcalb to not hold back.

kcalb is very cuddly during aftercare, as is etihw, and it’s obvious how they adore this side of their devil as well. they tend to be very giggly during their afterglow cuddles and will try to engage in pillowtalk, but kcalb is mostly just a blushing mess the entire time and will try to hide it by burying his face into the pillows (or the crook of his god’s neck if they’re huddled close enough)

etihw loves to tease kcalb when they’re only partially hidden away from the eye of the other residents in the castle, just to see what they can get away with. such as ‘accidentally’ touching his butt, sitting on his lap and grinding against him during dinner time, or murmuring all the things they’ll do to him when they have him all to themselves.

it’s very much possible someone unfortunate (wodahs) has walked in on when they’re in a semi-compromising position at least once... twice.

it’s not that kcalb doesn’t enjoy the god’s attention, he does, he just believes all their intimate moments should be kept in their shared bedroom, and not something for the watchful eyes of everyone else.

[funamuseawritings]

o o f this blog is hot........ please i need some fluff (cuddles and kisses are my weakness) Kcalb x Yosaflame n o w

The demon’s body dragged heavily. He was filled to the brim with exhaustion, a hand moving to support his head. His neck ached so much, it felt like his head would just roll right off his shoulders. Yosaflame sighed softly, slowly opening the door to his bedroom, his eyes blinking open as he spotted a resting king in sheets.

Yosaflame opened his mouth to speak, but nothing really came out, as he was so dumbfounded. The melon colored demon glanced down the hallway, remembering that his resting area was placed next to the devil’s not too long ago. He must’ve mistakenly took Yosaf’s place in a fit of anger and tired. The demon resisted the urge to chuckle from his devil being so serious yet silly at the same time, before slowly looking over at his resting body.

The demon thought to himself that he should perhaps either sleep in Kcalb’s room for the night or assist the devil by either waking him up and informing him of his mishap (which Yosaflame didn’t want to do, he simply looked too peaceful) or transport him from one room to the other as gently but quickly as possible. However, he stepped closer to the devil, letting his curiosity take control for a moment. For someone who was always so intimidating, he looked so peaceful when asleep. Yosaflame felt a smile creep onto his lips, slowly leaning in to get a better look at the devil’s face.

The demon barely let his knee onto the bed before his collar was grabbed roughly, yanking the demon into bed. Yosaf restrained his startled sound, feeling himself be roughly pressed into the devil’s body, a tight grip wrapping around him as the devil curled into place. Yosaflame took a few seconds to recover, adjusting his glasses, realizing he was trapped right with the devil. The demon squirmed a bit, chuckling and telling him that this joke was funny and all, but he’d like to be free. But he wasn’t joking. Actually, he doesn’t even seem aware, that, or he’s really good at acting to be asleep.

After about a minute of soft struggling, just enough not to jossle Kcalb awake, he let out a sigh, finally accepting his fate of being a cuddle pillow. He wished he could’ve at least gotten Kcalb and himself more dressed for bed. Oh well. He almost thought he could enjoy this a little, indulge on himself? The demon pulled the spectacles away from his face and rested them onto them next to his pillow, as he couldn’t reach his end table. He slowly rested his head in front of the devil’s. He felt his heart flutter for a moment, staring at the devil’s face closely.

“Goodness.. You can tell stress has been really affecting you. You’re awfully cold, and you’re even frowning in your sleep..” He murmured softly, his voice soft and rich like fresh cream, reaching to slowly pet through his hair and sliding down his cheek, stroking it carefully with his thumb. He truly was so handsome, even if he was so angry. It was a face blessed to exist, created by a foolish artist, etched with such attention to detail. It was only to be expected of his highness, isn’t it? The perfect man..

The demon smiled wider, leaning in slowly to give a respectful kiss to his lord’s forehead and then cheek, carefully worshipping who was basically his god. He rested his hand on his neck as he kept close enough to keep his scent, giving gentle massages across his obviously weary body. Scars.. He could feel them, all over his body. It was unfortunate, if only he could permanently be his shield. The demon craves for that, to keep him for all harm and even die in his name, but Kcalb insists to only be alone when he fights the god. So foolish and stubborn, yet so courageous and full of honor. The best he can get is to stay at his side as much as he can, and fight for his name, to make him the most successful emperor to ever exist.

Once he was satisfied with his playful affection to his face, he pulled away, nuzzling his head just shy under his chin, hands moving down to hold around his waist. Yosaf let fire fill his body, increasing his body heat to make a toasty temperature for Kcalb and for anybody else in the bed. He really was so terribly cold, enough to feel like ice through his clothing, even under such heavy blankets. The devil wasn’t even shivering, maybe just out of his own will power? Truly impressive, he was, an admirable role model, yes yes. Maybe Yosaflame should learn some cold tolerance tips from him? It should would surely help with that… nuisance.

“It’s too hot…”

Yosaflame’s thought process was interrupted by the grip tightening and hearing a low but sleepy growl, much rougher than how the demon spoke earlier, like feet crunching through gravel. Yosaflame held his embarrassment down, looking passively up. A dark eye opened, peering back down.

“I’m fine.. Your body alone is enough… Now stop it.”

Yosaflame blinked, before letting out an almost girlish giggle, toning down his heat to his normal body temperature. “I’m sorry.. I got ahead of myself. I should’ve been more considerate.” He replied, smile never leaving his face as he placed his head back down. Was he awake during all of this, after all? He truly was full of some many surprises. Yosaflame could feel his head pulled closer to the demon’s body, his face gently pressed into his chest. He huffed happily, gripping gently into the back of his outfit, clinging back just as much as the devil was.

Truly such a selfish ruler.. Yes, this one he had sworn his life to. This was no problem with this. In fact, Yosaflame would even be willing to say this was the most peaceful moment of his life, that he would even admit he could almost forget the gruesome war that has plagued his life everyday. If only it could stay this.. But it’s all the more reason to savor this moment in time.

“Goodnight, my lord.”

“Just shut up and sleep. You had a long day today, and you have a longer day tomorrow.”

“Haha.. Of course. As you wish.”

[quamxmulti]

He looked at Wodahs with hurt in his eyes. There he was, penetrated by his weaponry. His eyes welded with tears, the pain was only vague from the stabbing of his physical body. But the stabbing of his heart felt it the most. "Wod..." Kcalb looked down, now in shock as he watched the blood drain from the open wound. "W-Why?" He knew the answer: War, that's why. Yet, it didn't stop the demon from getting up and running away from him as he began sobbing into his hands. --War!Kcalb

Unprompted @stardustcloaked

🌱 ─ Wodahs had to obey. It was an order.. it was something Etihw had decided.. A war between dark and light.. between angels and demons.. and yet why did it feel wrong..? Why was he feeling like his insides were being torn open..? Like his heart was screaming in pain? Especially when one of the demons he had wounded was his brother..? He had suffered a wound to his face.. by his own brother..

Him and Etihw had been fighting.. Wodahs was one of the people who got injured because of that.

He knew if it wasn’t treated he would probably lose that eye.. and yet.. he had not cared to retreat. Had not wanted it to heal. When he saw the tears, when he saw his brother run away like that he dropped his weapon. No...

Enough..

There had to be a better way. He dropped down and spread his wings, quickly enough he caught up with Kcalb again and tackled the other to the ground. He saw the fear and betrayal in those eyes. But that wasn’t what he was here for.

“Brother.. Enough.. We have to stop this.. We have to stop this fight.. this war..”

There was silence for a bit as the blood kept running down his face, but now it got joined by tears. “I..- I don’t want to kill you.. so please.. please Brother.. stop this fight.”

[dj-yukio]

An over analysis of Obsolete Dream’s prologue

Y’all thought I was joking, weren’t you

Anyway, in this over analysis on the short four pages of the prologue, it’s just going to be me going on about what the heck happened in there using the happy 5Ws without the 1 H.

Or maybe I’m just slow, but if I am, just pretend this is all new to you for my benefit.

So the text basically goes like this

Olivia : ...Even this place, once so beautiful...

O : By now... it’s all turned to ash.

O : I must live... For even if this land meets its end...

O : Some distant day... I will surely return here.

O : And that’s why... it’s a given that we will meet again, isn’t it?

O : Some day...

O :Surely.

Yep, we’re off to a great start. So, addressing the first W: Who. You can disagree with me all you like, but I think that the first person we get introduced to is Olivia.

Besides, it makes sense. This then explains why she says all that going back stuff, like she’s making a promise to her future self. In all the descriptions of the games, the first character we get introduced to is always the main character. Like for WatGBS, we are introduced into the game by none other that the Great Sea Witch, who is Wadanohara. And for Mogeko Castle, the person in the bed at the beginning is Yonaka. And then for the Grey Garden, we meet Yosafire.

If that is not Olivia, aka past Kurotsuno, it’s going to feel weird, like example WatGBS but it’s not the Great Sea Witch that we see but Chlomaki. Or like MC but not Yonaka it’s Nataka Kurokawa. Or TGG but it’s Ivlis and not Yosafire. You get the gist.

So the character is addressed. Now onto Where and What.

Where is easy. It’s a barren wasteland, but that would be me wasting your time (as if I’m not). Specifically, which barren wasteland is this?

I think that it’s the battlefield of the war between Etihw and Kcalb. Like, the aftermath. The reasoning, other than the fact that there has to be some connection between Kcalb, Sullivan and Kurotsuno, is that we know that the war between the two resulted in there being nothing left. What has nothing? A barren wasteland. I doubt that it is the human world unless she was there in WW I and II, because we know that the human world is functioning alright, and that wouldn’t explain why she is in the middle of a human battlefield.

So, three Ws addressed. Now onto why.

So, first question is why is she in the middle of a battlefield. Easy, she’s fleeing to another place, or in this case, another world. She says that “[she] must live”. Keywords, and understandable, why wouldn’t you want to leave a war. Also, she’s burying something which I can’t really see clearly, but I would assume that it’s the necklace that we see Olivia wearing in the last panel. Maybe it’s supposed to remind her of her past in her old life when she returns, I don’t know.

So why is semi-addressed. Now onto the last W. When is this happening.

Obviously it has to be before the three games based on this current assumption and post war aftermath. This is still the normal bit.

And now, I am going slightly out of topic to bring you to a new point. When does she become Kurotsuno and let the rest of the manga begin?

At this point in the manga, Olivia is not Kurotsuno yet. However, we see that she is holding hands with someone with black hands.

Really, if you don’t get where the wacky shit is, let me just spell it out for you. It’s her, shaking/holding hands with the only two characters that canonically have black hands, either Anten or current Hanten.

For those of you who got it, great, we’re on the same page. If not, allow me to further illustrate where the wackiness is.

If you’re like me, going WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS GOING ON HERE, thank you, you understand my pain.

There are literally four possible scenarios that will allow this sort of circumstances to not clash with each other.

One, I am over thinking this way way too much. I like to think that I’m not insane, so we’re moving on.

Two, there’s some Jekyll and Hyde shit going on. Maybe it’s like a Fiona from Shrek situation, which means that by day, Olivia exists, but when it’s dark, Kurotsuno exists. Maybe that’s why she lives in Pitch Black World and only goes to other places when it’s night time. Again, I refuse to question my sanity, so moving on. In this case, she is already Kurotsuno, which just means I’m bonkers.

Three, that’s Anten. Maybe she’s helping him up, or making a deal with him. I don’t think it’s impossible for her not to know him, because well, war, you see, has mercenaries, so what’s preventing him from being mercenary? But then again, I doubt that this is the case, because Anten seems to not know her very well, and we don’t know if Kurotsuno is actually aware of his existence. This is the one where we can’t be too sure of the moment.

And lastly, four, where their transformations don’t take place simultaneously. In other words, the two changes happen at different times, and in this case, Olivia may be helping her up, because I would assume that being in severe pain (that actually causes a freaking merciless demon who cannibalizes her own kind to cry) leads to lying on the floor. This means that the assumed stabbing occurs soon after she leaves the wasteland.

So, that’s what I think so far of the possibilities that would ensure that these two evidences don’t clash.

And I think that’s all for the over analysis of the prologue. But seriously, if it turns out to be number two, I’m throwing the towel in.

Oh yeah, by February, I’ll start college, so I won’t be as free then. Just saying.