#I have not been able to stop thinking about thAt cG since it came out

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 20-- Best CG

You come home to find Saeran in the maid dress again (723 words). Content warning: slightly suggestive (just in case)

“What would you like me to do for you, my love?” Saeran greets you warmly upon your return home.

“Oh my god,” you manage, a heavy groan escaping your lips at the sight of him in that maid dress once again. “What is all this?” 

Saeran giggles, curtsying at you and lifting his pale pink skirt to show off the tops of those damn socks again. In this moment, he is the entire world, and you’re just a satellite orbiting around him. “I knew you’d be tired after work,” he informs you glibly, steering you over to the couch and sitting you down. You don’t protest, allowing your husband to guide you as he sees fit. “I thought it would be a good opportunity to wait on you.”

“Oh, did you, now?” You ask, cheeks heating. You always feel a bit guilty asking for what you need— it’s possible that Saeran has noticed that this maid character helps ease your undue feelings because he’s making it so clear that he wants you to give him instructions. Perhaps he just wanted to treat you to something special tonight. After all, he does know that you came in early and stayed late at work. Either way, it’s a pleasant surprise. 

“Yes, my love.” Saeran addresses you with pouty lips and big eyes.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Then, louder, “What did you have in mind?”

“I thought I might run you a bath,” Saeran informs you, “Since you’d be tired and stiff after working for so long. Then I could serve you dinner… and maybe dust the living room.”

“You keep circling back to this dusting thing,” you observe. “Are you trying to tell me that you want me to start dusting more often?” Saeran isn’t normally one to default to such oblique forms of communication, but perhaps the gesture is a subconscious one. 

“Why would I want that?” Saeran does a very good job of looking perplexed. Truthfully, you want to kiss that expression off his lips, but you know that the slow burn is a very important element of the fantasy that he’s worked so hard to create. God, he looks so fucking pretty. You’re going a little bit feral just looking at him, “I’m here to serve you, my love. You don’t have to lift a finger, and I’ll take care of everything.”

You bite your lip. “A bath sounds nice, then,” you manage. 

Saeran offers you another giggle and leads you into the bathroom. “I thought you might say that,” he confesses, “I ran the water just before you came home. I made it a little too hot, so it should have cooled down to the right temperature by now.” 

“Wow,” you breathe, your eyes flitting around the room to take in Saeran’s handiwork. Not only is the bathroom impeccably clean— it was his week to handle that particular chore, but normally the counters don’t shine the way they do right now— but it’s full of candles. Your bath is fairly simple, just the way you like it, with steam rising from the water and rose petals floating within. Once again, he thought of everything.

“You can take as long as you need,” Saeran assures you, “I know you must need a moment after such a stressful day.” He grabs something off the table and presses it into your hand— a bell, you realize, by the feel of it. 

“What’s this?” You ask, perplexed.

“You can ring the bell to call me anytime tonight,” Saeran explains with a playful smirk. He’s clearly well aware of exactly what he’s doing to you. Confidence is a very good look on him. “I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and come running. Then… of course, I’ll do whatever you say.” He must have been practicing those big eyes in the mirror or something, because the way he looks at you is targeted and precise. 

“Wow,” you breathe again, “Thank you.” It’s all you can think of to say. 

“Of course,” Saeran’s hands find the collar of your shirt, moving slowly toward the line of buttons beneath it. Fuck, okay. “Now… please, my love. May I get you ready for your bath?” 

Your head is spinning too fast to allow any response more elaborate than “Okay,” but it seems that this is all that Saeran needs. 

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Can i req a cg hotch x reader with this (“it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”) prompt from the drabble list? Tysm in advance if possible💖

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ let it all out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| aaron hotchner x little!reader

warnings: mentions of a bad case, mentions of reader being on the team, crying, hurt/comfort

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Aaron isn’t sure what to do, he hasn’t been for the past hour you two have been sat on the floor. The case this week was awful, finally closing up today after being one of the most horrific either of you have ever seen, and it’s lead to cries filling the night.

You had been handling the weight of the case well earlier, being able to comfort Emily who was having a tough time herself, but as soon as you walked in the front door of you and Aaron’s house it was like a dam broke. Your headspace came on fast and strong, making the tears flow out quickly, cries for your caregiver following them. Hotch could just barely throw his bags to the ground before scooping you up into his arms.

It’s been half an hour since he caved and sat you both down on the floor of your bedroom, the lights are off with only a projector playing, it displays colorful stars and moons that usually help calm you. They seem to be doing nothing now. Aaron’s tried to put you down, immediately picking you back up as your sobbing only got worse when you were out of his arms.

“Shhh baby, Shh.” He tries to soothe, kissing softly at your forehead as your face buries deeper into his neck. The familiar smell of his worn suit and the remnants of his cologne from this morning help the smallest amount, you try to focus on breathing those in, begging your brain to think of anything but the images of the victims the team were too late to save.

The floor isn’t the most uncomfortable thing in the world per the padding Hotch keeps on it incase you fall while regressed; though he wishes he had sat you two on a bed or the couch. The only thing he can think of helping this situation is if you fall asleep, between the plane ride and the high emotions of today, the exhaustion in your cries is obvious.

“C’mon baby, why don’t we try and move to your bed so we ca—.” Aaron stops moving the second you mumble out a ‘no’ and grip at his suit jacket tighter. There’s tears seeped through the thick material, his ties become loosened and crooked throughout everything, and his dress shoes are kicked off somewhere in the hallway.

“It’s okay, we caught the bad guy, remember? It’s all over now.” He’s assured you of this fact over and over tonight, that you and the team did something good today, that the criminal is sent off to jail and won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore.

“It’s okay, baby, just let it all out. I’ve got you, I promise.” Thankfully your back isn’t rising and falling as harshly as it was and your hands are starting to loosen in their hold of Aaron.

“I got you.” He repeats, rocking both of you in place as his hand rubs big circles into your back. You find yourself calming, listening to how your caregiver repeats the words so softly, sinking into his gentle touch and allowing your eyes to flutter shut with exhaustion. You’ll have to talk about this tomorrow, but for now Aaron’s just happy you’re sleeping peacefully.

[hey-august]

It's been a bit, so let's have a life and writing update! ✨

(Spoiler alert: I'm still writing! It's at a slower pace than I'd sometimes prefer, but I'm trying to embrace it.)

Life update:

To start with something that was both obvious to me but also a recent revelation - my irl imposter syndrome has been off the charts and unhealthy. While I thought I was taking care of myself, I was actually giving into the languishing and stagnation.

I knew I didn't feel as comfortable or confident as usual, but I didn't realize there were signs that were becoming obvious to others. Thankfully this came from people I trust and feel supported by. (Of course, now I'm fighting with the thoughts that say "this is proof you're not good enough, because you couldn't do it" and "you are enough, others see your potential and want you to succeed." 😅)

I'm also still digesting something I learned about myself in therapy, which I think contributed to the languishing - I don't share my feelings, including reaching out for help when I need it, because I (falsely) believe that my feelings don't matter.

While I know it isn't true, it's hard to let go of a belief and the wall it created while I was growing up. But I am still growing and I will replace that belief.

There are a lot of other thoughts and feelings I have right now, each with their own ups and downs, but I'm feeling more optimistic and clear-headed. And, finally, ready to reconnect with myself.

This feels like a right moment to bring us to the..

Writing Update:

I'm still writing and I don't plan on stopping. I know I churned out a lot of things much quicker earlier this year. As fun and enjoyable as that was, I think it's time for me to accept that wasn't normal or average for me. 😅 It's not healthy to keep comparing my present to my past.

All that to say, I'm still moving along! Also, one of my favorite childhood books was "The Little Engine That Could," so I'll keep embodying that cute blue steam engine. (But not in a way that will result in burnout. 😌)

Also, I'm going on a weekend trip to check out an Animal Crossing Aquarium Tour, so, uh, I probably won't post much this weekend too.

Alrighty, let's get in a WIP update:

A Line From Me to You is still in the works. I posted a poll and the results were to hold on until it was finished before posting the next part. I might interpret that as "wait until there's more smut," since I have a plan to wrap up this story with more than one steamy session.

...I started a Halloween fic a bit ago. It's mid-November, but I'm afraid that if I stop, I'll never go back to it. The story is like half or two-thirds finished at this point.

I'm thinking of doing a small December event. I have a topic in mind (cough double penetration december cough cough), but I'd like to have some sort of interactive element, while still being able to prepare ahead of time. I'm not completely committed to doing the event yet, but there's one idea that I'll definitely share no matter what. 🤭

I have a few things in my Inbox to get to! One is a request that I have written out, although it'll be in bullet points rather than a full fic. (Maybe I can get that out this weekend...)

CG Carnival. Jeez, this has been fighting me, but I have a good bit written, and outlines for everything else. I feel this story in my bones and I need to let it out.

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Wow, this turned into a whole LiveJournal update, huh? I guess it's time to wrap it up and get sappy.

Thanks for looking and for all of your support - no matter how visible or quiet it is. Truly, I really appreciate it all. 🩷🩷🩷

Keep caring for yourselves, even when it's hard or uncomfortable. Your feelings matter. Go at the pace that is right for you. And **** the clown.

[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 3 of Regressuary:

Theme: Tantrum

Charachters: Berry and Queen Bee

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Berry is sooooo less than happy when Queen Bee, her babysitter doesn't want her to drink so many energy drinks! Absolute toddler terror ensues.

Authors note: Considering besides, Jam none of my other littles have cgs and none of my other cgs have littles I gotta make do and try to write for other canon helluva boss charachters. If you ever wanna make a cg or little for any of my charachters just let me know! And as per usual heres my warning for rusty and janky writing since I haven't written fics since 2020 and I usually don't proofread this stuff either. Sorry!

"Hey! Hey! Just what do you think your doing honey? Wait-no! Come back here you little brat!" Bee shouted as he laughed and started chasing after Berry, she had been having fun all day with her babysitter Queen Bee after she offered to take care of her for the day when she opened up about her regression. The two were like a match made in heaven especially since they not only matched eachothers energy but came from the same ring! Greed! Which could be a good thing or a bad thing, and in this case? Mostly a bad thing.

Bee caught up to Berry and quickly scooped her up taking the can of energy drink out of her hand. "Gotcha brat! Can't outrun the queen of track!" She said triumphantly as she lifted up Berry into the air, berry subsequently stuck her tounge out at Bee as she made grabby hands for the sugary caffinated drink back. "It's mine! Give it back!" She said loudly with a pout. Bee shook her head and clicked her lips "Ohhhh no you don't princess! Littles like you aren't supposed to have energy drinks girl! I'm all for enjoying yourself but that's way too much energy for even me to handle, girl." She said as she put Berry down on the floor. Berry stomped her paw and flapped her arms. "That's not fair! I want my energy drink!" She stated loudly as Bee crossed her arms. Bee loved to be a silly and energetic babysitter but knew when too much was too much. "No princess, you can't have an energy drink. It's time you actually drank some water, you had 5 juice boxes! Too much sugar can get you sick and that's tooooootally sucky! You don't wanna feel toooootally sucky do you?" She asked as she ruffled Berry's hair. Berry slapped her hand away and growled. Bee gasped trying to keep her calm, yet still angry. "Berry! Girl what was that? No hitting that's not nice! You had too much sugar and now I think your getting a little too bratty." She said sternly as she put down the can of energy drink on the table. "If you don't stop acting like this it might have to be a timeout for you!" That was Berry's breaking point, she hated not being able to get her way sometimes. "YOUR NOT FAIR! AND THE LEAST MOST NOT-FUN BABYSITTER EVER! YOUR! THE! WORST!" Berry screamed punctuating every word with a loud stomp to the floor, big tears were streaming out of her eyes now and her fur was standing up. "That's it! Timeout now!" Bee said as she tried to grab Berry's hand to lead her to timeout. Berry bit down on Bee's hand and she quickly let go. "Ow! Son of a-" Bee quickly cut herself off once she saw Berry running away and without a moments notice scooped her up swiftly, even through all of Berry's screaming, kicking, and crying she got her to the timeout room and sat her down. "Not cool Berry, so not cool. Your in timeout for 30 minutes. I know you want your energy drink but throwing a tantrum is no way for you to act okay? I'll be back to check on you." Bee said, as she gently closed the door. She didn't like punishing littles but she realized it simply had to be done sometimes. She just hoped Berry wouldn't be too mad at her afterwards. 30 minutes. 30 minutes was a lot of time for Berry. Thankfully Bee had set up the timeout room with lots of things for her to do while she waited. Berry huffed as she kicked over the blocks stacked up neatly and took a nearby plushie and threw it hard against the wall. She was so angry. She hated feeling angry. It just made her wanna explode! The calm down poster Bee had stuck on the wall caught her eye and she tried doing some of the excersises on it, breathing excersises and some workout excersises too! Soon Berry was calm, although she still was upset she couldn't have any more caffiene or sugar for the day she didn't feel like throwing a tantrum over it again, timeout was too boring for that. Berry sat down at the table before her eyes landed on some fingerpainting and a stack of papers. Well she knew one way how to say sorry now...

To Be Continued on Day 4...

Hope you enjoyed!

[aidensteddybear]

little jake with cg tom?? headcanons or a fic will do fine, whatever is easier for u to write <3

Regressor! Jake w/ Caregiver! Tom

Tonight had been a pretty difficult night for both Jake and Tom. Jake was having an incredibly hard time trying to fall asleep, and Tom was doing everything he possibly could to try and help him. Since nine o’clock, Jake had been trying to go to sleep. It was now a little past two o’clock in the morning.

Surprisingly though, Jake wasn’t very fussy. A bit whiny, sure, but he wasn’t crying or having tantrums, which of course Tom was thankful for.

Though, he’d be even more thankful if Jake could fall asleep. The boy looked exhausted, and at this point, Tom was too. He was just hoping that Jake would fall asleep soon.

Currently, Tom was sitting on a rocking chair with Jake in his lap. He was reading to him, while Jake quietly listened and looked at the pictures on each page. Tom doubted reading to him would work, since this was the fifth book he had read. But, it did keep Jake calm and quiet, so he didn’t mind.

When Tom finished the story, he looked at Jake, who was now just staring at the back of the closed book.

“Would you like another story or-” Tom was cut off by Jake hiding his face into the crook of his neck, a small whine following right after. Tom frowned as he began to play with Jake’s hair.

“I know, Jake. I know it’s frustrating not being able to sleep.” Tom said, Jake immediately nodding in agreement. Tom continued to play with the smaller male’s hair, rocking him a little as he tried to think of something else they could do.

“How about we go for a drive?” Tom suggested. Jake looked up at Tom curiously. “Does that sound good, baby? Do you want to see if that’ll help?” Jake thought about it for a second, before giving a small nod.

Tom stood up from the chair, with Jake still in his arms. He grabbed a couple of items for Jake, before going to get his keys and going out to the car.

“Whenever you want to go home, just let me know, okay?” Tom told Jake as he got him sat and buckled into the backseat. Jake nodded once again, while Tom put a blanket on him and placed a stuffed animal in his lap.

“Do you want your pacifier as well, little man?” Tom asked. “Mhm..p’ease.” Jake spoke tiredly. Tom placed the soother into the regressed man’s mouth and gave him a small kiss on the head, before shutting the door and getting into the car himself.

Tom drove around for a while in complete silence. He wasn’t the biggest fan on his quiet it was, he would’ve rather had the radio on. But he had turned it off since he wanted to get Jake to fall asleep, otherwise this whole drive would be pointless.

After about thirty minutes of driving, Tom could hear very quiet snoring in the backseat. He looked back in the mirror, only to see that Jake had finally fallen asleep.

Tom smiled and continued to drive around for another hour, just in case stopping the car would end up waking Jake up. He wanted to give him at least some time to actually sleep.

When they got back at the house, Tom made sure to be extremely quiet and careful getting Jake out. He slowly took the blanket off of Jake and got him unbuckled. Tom then gently picked Jake up, now cradling him in his arms.

Though when he did that, a small whine came from Jake, followed by him moving his legs a little.

Tom froze, watching as Jake fussed in his arms for about a second or two, before he ended up relaxing and went back to being fully asleep. Tom gave a very quiet sigh of relief, before carrying Jake back into the house.

Tom very carefully and slowly, lowered Jake onto the bed and wrapped him up in a blanket. Jake made another small noise and movement, this time another whine and him moving his head a little, now facing the wall.

But, he still stayed asleep. And Tom was incredibly grateful that Jake was finally able to sleep.

[baby--b4t]

HEY POOKIE ITS FISHIE ANON ONCE AGAIN >^< anygays I have yet another minific idea that I came up with a few mins ago while sitting on my bedroom floor eating candy and bawling my eyes out

little!reader who’s a distant relative to the hydro dragon x cg!freminet who gets to see them while diving (think those videos on tiktok of seals getting excited and hyper when they see their favorite diver)

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OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR!! i just imagined a little guy with a sea tail excitedly swimming circles around an emotional fremi :(( /pos. im absolutely going to feed into this.

(fic below cut once again <3)

Everything had gone so wrong. Freminet reported back to Father, telling of an unsuccessful intervention he had been placed in charge of. It came as no surprise to him when he was reprimanded for it and told he would need to train harder. Of course he did, he was too soft and weak. He wouldnt ever be able to live up to the expectations of others around him. Despite his age and knowledge, he was no stronger than a baby…

Oh gods, Freminet was tearing up. He held it back as he was scolded, but the moment he was alone it hit. Tears pooled in his eyes as if they were trying to mock the dry desserts. He couldnt stop them and that just fueled the storm inside of him. He was quick to find his helmet, darting outside and towards the sea as quick as possible. He didnt want to be percieved like this whatsoever.

Freminet dove as deep as he would, tears still fogging his vision. Thats when a familiar tail grazed across his arm. He was startled at first, but it made his sobs come out harder. The dragonic creature looked at Freminet in confusion. They didnt understand what was wrong with the diver they cherished so dearly. They swam closer to the poor boy and hugged one of his arms. This was something the creature did often as a way of sticking with Fremi so the two could swim together.

Freminet wasted no time clinging himself to the creature, still sobbing. He just wanted comfort. He was too small to be feeling the awful things he did. The dragon understood and just held Fremi as they drifted around in the cold waters. Their head gently nuzzled against Freminets helmet in an attempt to get the boy to look up.

Freminet wouldnt budge. His face was buried into the creatures chest and he had no intentions of changing that. The dragon sighed, trying to think of some other way to calm down their friend. Finally, Freminet felt the two of them moving somewhat. The motion of the water passing around him made him look up for a moment. The dragon was swimming on their back, Fremi on their chest craddled like an otter. Their tail flicked back and forth in an attempt to get the two of them moving through the abyss of the sea. The dragon though the movement may be a bit soothing to Freminet as he was calming down.

Fremi looked at the creature who smiled as they saw the face of the helmet. Their head nuzzled into the boys once again, as if to tell him that he was safe. He was protected as long as he was in their arms. That seemed to calm him down slightly. Freminet rested his head back on the dragons chest as they slowly drifted through the waters, finding himself breathing more evenly and softly. His eyes felt quite tired now as well. The once cold waters that made Fremi shiver were now feeling more like a comforting blanket as his mind relaxed.

It took only a few minutes before Freminet had fallen asleep right on the dragons chest. The dragon swam closer to the surface, gently setting Freminet in a safe place. It wasnt often the creature liked to surface, but they did for Fremi.

The dragon watched from afar until he saw Lyney running over to Freminet. He seemed so worried when he saw his little brother, but relieved that he was alright. Fremi woke up slightly confused but was more worried about how frantic Lyney seemed. Apparently him and Lynette had been looking for Freminet ever since he was scolded by Father.

The dragon, now seeing Freminet with someone safe, plunged back into the waters and swam back towards their den.

[aquariaries]

Reiji Sakamaki 03 - Chaos Lineage + CG

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit me if you do!***

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Yui's Monologue:

It's already been a few days since I came to the Scarlet mansion.

Reiji-san instructs his familiars, as well as Yuma-kun and the others to scout and steadily gather information.

The battle for supremacy ... ... being the reason for a fight to the death among brothers.

Time just continues to pass without any idea of ​​how to stop it.

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PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Spare Room

Yui: (*yawn* ... ... While I was thinking, I ended up falling asleep before I even knew it.)

(I keep thinking and thinking, yet I can't come up with a solution.)

(What can I do, to get everyone's memories to return ... ... )

Since then, I haven't been able to talk properly with Reiji-san. You're so close, yet I'm so lonely ... ...

Besides, it hurts my heart to think that they're still preparing to kill each other ... ...

... ... If I went to his room, would he get angry?

PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Hallway

Yui: (I really came to his room because I couldn't just stay put or stand around)

(I don't know what to talk about, but staying still will just make me impatient.)

(It's right here, be bold ... ... !)

*Knock knock*

Yui: Reiji-san, are you there?

Reiji: Is that you, Eve?

*Door opens, he comes out*

Reiji: To think you'd suddenly come and visit me. What is it that you need from me?

Yui: Y-you see ... ...

(If I talk about anything like memories or Shu-san, he'd likely get mad. What should I say ... ...)

Reiji: ... ... What is it? It's disrespectful to just look at another person like that. If you have nothing you need, I'll be returning.

Yui: N-no! I have something very important!

Uuuh ... ... Right, the battle for supremacy! It's a situation where you don't know who will attack and when right?

Reiji: Yes. I always scout, but you can't let your guard down.

Yui: That's why I thought I should stay by Reiji-san's side instead of wandering around the mansion.

Reiji: ... ... By my side?

Yui: (I wonder if that was a bad excuse ... ...)

Reiji: I see. You chose me over anyone else. That's a wise decision.

It seems that you have finally come to realize who you, as Eve, should remain by.

Yui: (Oh? His mood seems to be better. Is he really this happy to be chosen by Eve ... ...)

(No, I'm glad it's been decided. All he can remember right now is becoming overlord ... ... )

Reiji: Just how long do you plan to keep standing there? Hurry up and come inside.

Yui: Y-yes!

PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Reiji's Room

Yui: Umm, pardon the intrusion ... ...

(This place is Reiji-san's room! It's very calming and organized however ... ...)

(Is there some kind of information on that pile of paper over there? There's lots of books too.)

(They appear to be tactical books.

It's just like Reiji-san to be such a hard worker.)

(As I thought, even with his memories out of whack, Reiji-san is still Reiji-san after all.)

Reiji: What's the matter? Instead of being enamored, why don't you sit down on the sofa?

Yui: Ah, yes. Thank you very much.

Reiji: I'll go and brew some tea. Please sit over there and wait.

Yui: Eh!

Reiji: What is it?

Yui: Is that really alright ... ... ? Even though I rushed in without permission, I'm being treated to tea ... ...

Reiji: I was the one who invited you into the room. It is impolite to not be hospitable.

*He leaves*

Yui: (Even at times like this, he's really still Reiji-san ... ...)

(The side of him preparing tea has not changed at all.)

*He returns with tea*

Reiji: Here you are.

Yui: Thank you very much. Itadakimasu.

(Wow ... ... It has such a mellow taste. The color is very warm.)

It has very little astringency, and is very easy to drink.

Plus, this flavor is ... ... bergamot right?

Reiji: ... ... Indeed, you know it well. To think you'd have such interests like this as well.

If you drink this tea straight, you can really appreciate the aroma. I've taken a liking to it recently.

Yui: From the second cup, it becomes astringent, so you can mix it with milk.

Reiji: Indeed ... ... However, you are really knowledgeable about black tea. I was surprised by something unexpected.

Yui: (That's because Reiji-san had brought me tea every day.)

(But if I were to say that, he wouldn't believe me would he ... ...)

Reiji: The appearance of you tilting the cup looks really good. My impression of you has changed a little.

Yui: Eh? What kind of impression would that be?

Reiji: Not long after arriving to the mansion, you broke one of my precious plates. That goes without saying.

Yui: Th-that's right ... ...

(Yeah, my first impression really wasn't the best.)

( ... ... Conversely, if we can get along little by little from now on--)

(Would he eventually end up believing in what I have to say?)

Reiji: I have another cup of tea for you, so please tell me when you want to drink it.

Yui: Ah, yes. Thank you very much.

Reiji: However, this is troubling.

I don't mind having you in my room, but I have a big task ahead of me.

Yui: Ah ... ... ! A big, task ... ... ?

(He isn't possibly planning on attacking another family, is he? What should I do ... ...)

(I at least have to prevent that. But, how!?)

Reiji: It's extremely tough work.

It is difficult to cut off the root part of the problem ... ...

But I can't help but give in.They're going to break their bones as time goes on ... ...

Yui: Wh-what do you plan on doing ... ... ?

Reiji: I'll be cleaning up.

Yui: ... ... !? *Yui chokes on her tea and coughs*

Reiji: What are you choking on? Wipe yourself off with this.

Yui: T-thank you very much.

For letting me borrow your handkerchief ... ...

(But, cleaning? "Cleaning is a big task", just what does he mean by that!?)

Reiji: Kino is always going around creating messes and doesn't clean them up at all.

He's my younger brother, but he doesn't know how to clean?

He's truely troublesome.

Yui: I-Is that so ... ...

Reiji: Yuma doesn't even try to clean things up and is as if he doesn't want to live here. And Shu is just out of the question.

Yui: Out of the question ... ...

Reiji: If I don't do the cleaning, then before you'd know it this mansion would be overflowing with garbage and junk.

Yui: That sounds like a picture straight out of Hell ... ...

Selection:

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-> Why don't you ask a familiar? ♟

Yui: Can you not just ask a familiar to do it?

Reiji: I don't mind letting them do it however unless I do it myself I'm not satisfied.

Reiji: The mansion's corners, the window's sashes. Familiars don't pay attention to even the smallest of details.

Yui: (That's right. Even the Sakamaki mansion had that feel to it ... ...)

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-> That's a tough job ♙♡

Yui: That's a tough job. This mansion is very large after all.

Reiji: Yes ... ... However, there is sense of accomplishment when you clean up a room. Nothing can replace that.

Besides, if you don't do it yourself, you'll end up worrying yourself over the details.

Yui: (That's right. Reiji-san was this type of person ... ... But doing the entire mansion seems hard ... ...)

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Yui: Um, Reiji-san. Would I be able to give you a hand?

Reiji: You want to help? To want to clean must mean it's something you enjoy doing.

Yui: (Those words, I want to throw them right back at Reiji-san ... ...)

Look, I want to thank you for the delicious tea, and it's safer to stay by Reiji-san's side.

Even so, I'm pretty good at cleaning.

Reiji: Very well. You'll be of much better use than my younger brothers.

Yui: Yes, I'll do my best!

(Even thought my first impression wasn't the best, as I thought if we can talk properly then we'll be able to get along ... ... !)

(Right now, I'm still a stranger to Reiji-san. Little by little, we have to get closer.)

PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Entryway

Yui: Phew ... ... There, I wonder if this is good?

(The hallways and entrance way look beautiful! However, Reiji-san is quite strict after all ... ...)

Just in case, I'll wipe it down one more time ... ...

*Reiji appears*

Reiji: It looks like you're done.

Yui: Reiji-san!

Reiji: I wasn't expecting much, but it worked out quite well.

Yui: Is that so? Thank you very much.

Reiji: If it's like this, it looks like you'll be entrusted with one room.

I'll tidy up the kitchen, so can I ask you to do the living room?

Yui: Yes, no problem.

(Thank goodness ... ... ! I'm happy to be entrusted with work, as if I truely am trusted.)

(I'll try my hardest with the living room too, I'll make it look beautiful.)

PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Living/Dining Room

Yui: Alright, I think this should do it.

(Everyone gathers in the living room, so if I make it sparkling clean, they will surely be happy.)

Ah, what should I do with this chessboard? Can I wipe it off?

(But even so, it's strange. There are only five pieces. You can't play the game like this, right?)

(I wonder if it's an interior decoration that Reiji puts out rather than a hobby.)

(But, I wonder what it is. I think I've seen chess pieces somewhere recently ... ...)

Huh? In a place like this, strings are falling.

(Hm? It seems to be caught. I can't get it ... ... ugh)

(I'll try pulling it harder. Heave!)

*BOOM*

Yui: Kyaaa!?

*CRASH*

Eeeh!? W-what is this? What's going on!?

(Even though I pulled the string strongly, things in the room just suddenly fell down and now it's in this state ... ... !)

(Aaah! Even the chess pieces have fallen!)

Eh? W-wait a minute ... ... ! Over there's where Reiji-san takes care of his treasured--

*Plate breaks*

Ah ... ... The plate ... ...

???: Ahahaha! What a great success! A good thing ended up falling.

Yui: Ehh!?

*Kino appears*

Kino: Hehe. Your expression is the best. Looks like it's the end of the world.

Yui: Kino-kun!?

Kino: You saw that just now? It was hard work. If it didn't fall well, I woulda failed.

Yui: No way, this is Kino-kun's work? W-why, would you do such a thing ... ...

Kino: I've decided to avoid boredom.

After this, it will be interesting to see what happens.

Ah, looks like the annoying one is coming. I'll leave the rest to you, Eve. Later!

*Kino runs away*

Yui: Wa-wait a minute ... ... !

Kino-kun! Let's at least clean it up together ... ... !

*Reiji appears*

Reiji: What is going on? It's so noi ... ... sy ... ...

Yui: Re ... ... Reiji, san ... ...

Reiji: ... ... I see. This was the cause of all that commotion?

Yui: Um, a lot has happened to lead up to this ... ...

Reiji: Has the storm passed? So far, it's been beautifully scattered ... ...

I never thought you'd break my precious plates again.

Yui: Uh, are you angry ... ... ?

Reiji: Heh ... ... as if.

Something like anger ... ... is long gone.

Yui: (Fr- ... ... From Reiji-san, a black aura can basically be seen ... ...)

PLACE: Scarlet Mansion Reiji's Room

Reiji: When you said you wanted to be by my side, I thought you would be able to make wise decisions however ... ...

As far as I can see from the devastation of the living room, I must change my evaluation.

Yui: (Recieving one of Reiji-san's lectures ... ... Ah ... ... My feet have become numb.)

(But if I break my stance, he'll get even more angry.)

Reiji: Breaking a plate not once, but twice, I can only call you careless.

... ... Are you listening?

Yui: Y-yes!

(Uu, looks like this will continue.

I wonder just when I will be released ... ...)

*Slight time skip*

Reiji: ... ... That is all for now.

Be very careful in the future. Understand?

Yui: Yes ... ... ! I really truely, am sorry ... ...

Reiji: All right. You will be forgiven this time.

Yui: (Th-thank goodness ... ... He finally was able to forgive me ... ...)

Reiji: Then, if you understand, go to the living room and clean up. Clean everything up yourself.

Yui: Y-yes ... ... Ah!?

(M-my legs are numb and I can't move ... ...)

Reiji: What is the matter? Are you perhaps saying that you cannot stand up?

Yui: ... ... I, I can't stand up. My legs seem to have gone numb ... ...

Reiji: Good grief ... ... Raise your voice over something like this.

Hurry and stand up.

Yui: Hyaaa!? P-please don't pull me up. I really can't move my legs.

Reiji: How pathetic ... ...

At least try to keep the same posture.

Let's say you're standing for a long time at an evening party. Are you allowed to sit down when you're tired?

Yui: It isn't allowed right ... ...

(But I think there's at least some room to rest ... ...)

(I wasn't at an evening party just now, I was receiving a lecture ... ...)

Reiji: You seem to lack patience. It seems you need a little help.

*He gets closer*

Yui: Kyaah!? If you want to hug something, don't come for my legs ... ... !

Reiji: I will not forgive back talk. For now, sit on the bed. Then stick out your legs in front of me.

Yui: Eh! What are you ... ... !?

Reiji: Being numb is proof of bad blood circulation.

Let's work on improving that.

... ... With some discipline mixed in as well.

Yui: (Blood circulation? H-he couldn't possibly ... ... !)

A-are you going to suck my blood no--

*CG*

Reiji: Please keep that troublesome mouth shut.

Nn ... ..., nnn ... ...

Yui: Ah ... ... Aaah ... ... !

(Even though my feet are numb ... ... As he sinks his fangs in and swallows, ... ... It feels, weird.)

Reiji: Don't raise such a shameless voice that loud. Endure it a little.

You have lots of blood pooling in your calves. You can easily understand by touching.

Yui: Ah ... ... Stop i- ... ...

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[Two roses appear on screen with extra dialogue]

*** Rose on Reiji's hand ***

Please do not move. I will imprint on that body of yours all that I have to give. If I don't, would you end up making the same mistake again?

*** Rose on Reiji's mouth ***

Good grief. To someone such as yourself, this is called discipline yet it's pointless if it seems to bring joy.

————————————

Reiji: I told you to endure it. Just by stroking it, you will be amazed at how it looks.

Even while being stimulated by my fangs, have it remain still and elegantly upright.

... ... Nn, nnnn ... ...

Yui: Nn ... ... kuh ... ...

(Elegantly he says ... ... I can't do that ... ...)

(From where I was numb, my blood was sucked ... ... it's really, such a strange sensation ... ...)

Yui: ... ... Nn, I can't ... ...

Reiji: Just what kind of voice are you letting out? It's almost like, a prostitute trying to seduce men.

You are the woman who will be standing next to me. Make the effort to strive to become a lady.

Even if you are the legendary Eve, I won't allow vulgar behavior.

Yui: (The legendary, Eve ... ...)

(I thought I was able to find the usual Reiji-san. As I thought, I was wrong ... ...)

*CG END*

Yui: (Even now Reiji-san doesn't remember the time we spent together, and the many feelings we shared.)

(I'm now nothing more than a mere tool to be used for a higher rank ... ...)

(Just how long will this situation last ... ... ?)

Reiji: Urgk ... ...

Yui: ... ... ? Reiji-san?

Reiji: ... ... No, it's nothing.

Yui: (He's holding his head? Come to think of it, the same thing happened when he sucked my blood before ... ...)

(When sucking blood, does something awaken within Reiji-san's body ... ... ?)

(If that's so, just what is it--)

-END-

[thorin-baby-bear]

Wolf’s Den

A Werewolf by Night Agere fic :3 

Tags: little!jack russel, cg!ted, babysitter!steven grant, babysitter!marc spector 

CW: Anxiety, fear, mild swearing Jack being really worried about Ted 

(This wasn’t requested, I just watched WWBN and was like “oh yeah that guys a regressor” and then wrote it lol)

Jack was bored. Sitting out in his little camp and waiting for Ted to get home had proved to be, while definitely safer than going out, terribly uneventful. It had been almost an hour since Ted had said he’d be back, so on top of all the boredom Jack was feeling a lot of anxiety for his friend. It was nothing new, Ted was late all the time, but what if he got hurt? What if someone took him away like last time? Jack wrapped his blanket tightly around himself, searching for the last of the firewood he had grabbed as the sun sunk lower and lower into the sky. The fire in front of him sputtered pitifully, the twigs and branches he’d found were damp from last night’s rain. Growling in frustration, Jack threw the branch he was holding away and sat down with a huff. It was never easy to do things when he regressed. He tried not to go fully little when Ted wasn’t around so that he could have some protection, but this time it hadn’t been entirely voluntary. He had gotten spooked by a twig breaking nearby and in his alertness and fear had begun to slip and hadn’t been able to stop himself. 

So now he crossed his arms huffily, watching as the sun set behind the horizon and the night noises began. It was a bit scary, being all alone in the dark, open area of their camp, but Jack knew he could defend himself. He just had to be a little bit bigger first. So Jack started to try everything he could think of to make himself big again: taking off his blanket, drinking the leftover coffee sludge from that morning, even slapping himself a little, but none of it seemed to work. He started to panic. What if a bear came? What if another monster showed up and wanted his territory? What if Ted came back and was mad at him- 

A twig snapped just outside Jack’s camp. 

“Shit.” A voice hissed.

Jack dove into his little lean to, pulling his blanket up and over his head as he burrowed deeper under it, trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable. He let out a shaky breath as he heard footsteps, quiet at first but then louder and louder until they stopped just by his barely smoldering fire. A pause. A sigh. “Yes, Marc, I know… No, he’s still here, wouldn’t have left the fire burning with no one to put it out… Well I don’t know, maybe because he lives in a forest? I mean, his house is a bloody hut made of sticks for christ’s sake, it could’ve burned down!” The voice was British, and the pauses almost made it seem like he was talking to someone on the phone. The conversation went on like that for a while, reply, pause, reply, pause, until finally Jack got up the courage to peek at the man in front of his lean too. From where he was pressed to the ground, all Jake could see was a pair of nice, white shoes that looked like they didn’t have a speck of dust on them, which was odd for someone walking through the forest. Then the shoes turned to face the lean too, and Jack retreated back under his blanket, shivering slightly from the cold.  

“Look, this is stupid, we’re not trying to sneak up on him or anything… I’m just going to call him.” The voice started, pausing and chuckling quietly before beginning to call out, “Jack! Jack Russell! It’s alright mate, we’re not here to hurt you. Your friend sent us, the big one with the squid face? Yeah, he just wanted us to check in, see how you– no, Marc I don’t think I should be quieter,  what if he’s really far– okay that’s a fair point but– can you let me speak please?” 

At the mention of Ted, Jack shot up from under his blanket, causing the voice to scream a bit in shock. “Ted?” He asked, walking towards the man in his camp, who was wearing a funny mask and white suit. Weird for the forest, Jack thought in the back of his head.” “Wh– yeah, Ted!” The man said, backing away as Jack continued to walk towards him. “You uh, you must be Jack then?” 

“Where?” Jack said, stopping and staring at this strange man. The other man paused, put his hands up and took a deep breath. “He’s okay, just a little tied up right now. He wanted me to make sure you were okay while he was away.” Jack tilted his head to the side and frowned, trying hard to keep the quiver out of his lip. “So… not comin’ back?” He asked quietly, his frown deepening when the man shook his head. “Not yet, sorry mate.” He said, shrugging his shoulders with a slightly confused expression. Jack nodded, sitting down heavily on the floor and pulling his knees to his chest, trying to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He didn’t need whoever this stranger was seeing him like this, he was too vulnerable. The camp lapsed into awkward silence as the man stood, rubbing the back of his neck as Jake sniffled quietly. “I’m Steven, by the way.” The man said hesitantly. Jack nodded into his arms and made what Steven assumed was meant to be a wave. 

In the silence, Steven looked over the campsite. It looked quite neat for an outdoor camp, but blankets and little dolls seemed to be placed haphazardly around, some hanging from clothes lines and some just spread across the floor. The dolls were small, handcrafted things with messily sewn clothes that seemed to be made from old scraps, things no one would ever use so they just got thrown away. Messy pictures also hung from the clothesline, pictures of a big green bush looking thing next to a dog, pictures of paw prints, pictures all made in crayon that looked like they were made by a child– oh. Steven looked down at Jack, eyes widening slightly as the pieces fell into place. 

“Marc,” Steven said, making sure to keep this conversation in his head so he didn’t upset Jack anymore. “I think he’s little.” 

“Are you sure?” Marc’s voice sounded in the back of his head, just like it always did. “Maybe they just have a kid who lives here too.”  

“Marc, look at him. He’s literally curling in on himself.”  

On the ground, Jack was in fact trying to make himself smaller, tucking his head between his knees and wrapping arms around himself, effectively turning into a little ball as he failed to hide his sniffling. Marc sighed. “Well what do you think we should do?” He asked. Steven paused, thinking it over. “Well,” He started, “we can’t just leave him here. Somebody needs to stay with him.” Steven could almost feel the way Marc was rolling his eyes. “And by someone you mean us, right?” Steven nodded, smiling slightly at Marc's groan of annoyance. “Who else?” 

Slowly, Steven knelt down, taking off his mask and smiling at Jack. “Hey, it’s alright mate. Ted’s a big guy, I’m sure he’ll be just fine!” He said gently. Jack looked up at him, his eyes glassy and his nose running. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, “bu’ what about me?” Steven blinked in surprise. “You?” He said gently, “It looks like you’ve been doing a fine job taking care of yourself to me.” Jack wiped his nose and looked up at Steven skeptically. “R–really?” Steven nodded, smiling as he sat down fully on the ground. The corner of  Jack’s mouth twitched upwards in a hesitant smile and he picked up a stick, drawing little doodles in the dirt. “Thanks, I guess…” He sniffled. Steven sighed and looked around, taking another slow survey of the camp. 

The fire was going out, so he’d probably have to go grab some more wood if he wanted to keep them both warm, but he was hesitant to leave Jack alone. “Hey, want to come get wood with me?” He asked. Jack squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re not gonna kidnap me, right?” He questioned. Steven laughed and stood up, walking towards the surrounding trees. “No, mate, I’m not gonna kidnap you. I just thought you might want to help is all.” Jack hesitated before rising and starting to search for wood. 

That was… Nice. Marc said inside their head. Steven nodded, staring into the fire tiredly. “Yeah, it was.” He yawned, almost feeling Marc’s eyebrow raise. I could take over for a bit, he offered, if you’d like to get some rest. Steven nodded. “Just wake me when Ted gets here, yeah?” He said, closing his eyes slowly. Will do. Rest well Steven. Was the last thing Steven heard before he drifted off, content with his day's work.

Shortly after the two had a nice fire going, warm enough that it stopped Jack’s shivering and made him look more comfortable than before. Steven made small talk (favorite color? Animal? Movie?) and the two stayed up until well after the sun had set, the elder telling stories and the younger giggling whenever he would exaggerate. The night came to an end when Jack began to yawn, and Steven helped him into the lean to, piling blankets onto him to make sure he didn’t freeze and ruffling his hair. “Night Jack, sleep tight.” He whispered. “Nini Steven, thank you for watchin’ me.” Jack mumbled sleepily. Steven smiled and moved back outside to wait for Ted. 

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystic Messenger 6th Anniversary

I woke up a little late today so you can imagine my surprise when the photo was already out and people were posting it out in the open. However, I had to take a few minutes to collect myself and cry after I saw the photo because it struck me so quickly and hard that my heart couldn’t help but weep. Happy Six Years, RFA. I’m happy to be here with you. Let’s get into it and have our breakdown together for the day.

Now, if you pay close attention to the background of the photo, you’ll notice that there’s CGs from every route. Every character has a portrait on the wall that is a reflection of their relationship with MC. The only photo that isn’t actually clear to me on the wall is the photo from Yoosung’s Route. I can see the outline of that frame but I don’t have enough detail to guess what photo they wanted to use for him. I’ve been hunting the clearest photo I can find of this title screen but this is the only one that’s clear to me enough to reveal details.

I’m doing my best over here since it just came out! Hopefully, we’ll get clearer photos as the day progresses. You don’t know how badly I need to change my icon to this photo. You don’t even know. Anyway, I’ll show you photos that are used in the background if you’re not able to see them! There’s a mixture of the birthday photos and route photos.

So, yes, there’s photos for each member of the RFA on the wall. It’s reflective of the time we’ve spent with them over the past six years. I think this is going to be one of my favorite CGs ever because it contains everyone and it’s a homage to every moment we’ve had with them. Some of the are impactful and others are a piece of love that cannot be contained in mere words.

The love Jumin feelings for you on his birthday because you’re the greatest gift he’s ever received and he will never be ungrateful for your love. The adoration in Jaehee’s eyes as she’s able to realize she’s finally got someone by her side who will never stop trying to support her dreams. The relief on Zen’s face when he’s certain that you love him for who he is on the inside and he will never fear being misunderstood ever again.

The love in Saeran’s eyes and arms as he holds you tightly, knowing that his love for you is eternal as a rose, and he’ll never be sad after knowing your love. The peace in Saeyoung’s expression as he looks to you like you’re his north star and the way for him to find home. The peaceful look on Jihyun’s face as he’s so caught up in the reality that he’s no longer chained by his demons, instead, he’s with you where his heart feels fonder.

Yoosung’s isn’t visible, but I’m certain that they’ve used this photo from his Route where his bravery and determination to be there for you like you’ve been there for him is reflected by a sincere kiss only he can give. I don’t know if that’s what it would be but I feel like this is a good reflection of Yoosung and it’s what I would choose.

The only painting left on the wall is Rika. I was curious how they were going to include Rika in this photo since they usually want to avoid the connection, but this is definitely one way to get her into the photo and not have it be obvious to players what’s actually going on. The implicated of her in this painting does do enough to make me believe this is meant to be a mesh of Mint Eye and RFA to the letter. Cheritz said so themselves.

That’s how I know this photo includes Ray instead of GE Saeran. It’s meant to imply the Routes that you can play in this game. This is the first time in forever that I’ve had a photo of Ray and I’m getting really emotional about seeing him again. I love all the Ray’s and Saeran’s, but everyone knows that my love for Ray is the strongest.

I can say that I truly love the way that this artist draws Rika because her hair is one of her most defining character traits. The add volume, texture, and highlights in such a way that it makes Rika look ethereal. That’s the way she’s meant to be whenever you look at her before you know what’s going on. I can see this as one of the paintings in Mint Eye’s hallways as homage to the Savior that people love and adore as their martyr.

That necklace she’s wearing? Chef’s kiss. It looks like the sun.

I knew the Casual Routes would be together in this photo. I got it mixed up since Jaehee and Zen are on the opposite side but that’s got a lot to do with the way it is drawn. The lighting is normally how I can gauge what’s going on in the photo! I can’t tell in some of these photos because they dim the lighting just enough so it becomes a heroic feat to gauge where Zen and Saeran are. Their hair can be so hard to find. Zen reminds me of his outfit where he played Zoro!

I think it’s that mask that’s doing it. Yeah, it’s definitely the mask that’s doing it for me. Yoosung is really adorable in this photo. I love that they went for something charmingly boyish. His eyes are just... God, he’s looking at you like a love struck puppy. Sorry, Yoosung. I think you’re great but sometimes you’ve just got those puppy vibes that don’t go away. You love that MC, don’t you?

Jaehee’s got it all today, though. Her butterfly mask? The implication that she went through what we know as a metamorphosis to become her dazzling self? You don’t even know. She’s smiling here because she knows you’re his closest friend and partner. I also have to note that Jaehee’s mask looks a lot like the one we see on Rika.

It’s been forever and a day since I’ve seen Jihyun and Jumin standing side by side. I’ve missed that. I miss seeing them together in any capacity, not going to lie about that one. That silly hat that V’s got on? Yeah, that’s very fitting for him even though it’s got The Cask of Amontillado written all over it. I hope nobody’s going to lock him in a dungeon or anything. Haha. But, yeah, I love the way he looks here. It reminds me of the Sherlock outfit he had. Jumin, on the hand, is really doing it today, huh?

That stance? That pose? That aura? Yeah, we appreciate Jumin Han in this house. I love his natural smile. His hair here looks amazing. I have to give him credit for that. I actually love the tailored coat on him since those embellishments really make it pop against his color scheme. I honest to God can’t tell what the masks on Jumin or V are representative of but I think I need a clearer photo to figure it out.

Let me tell you I died when I saw my baby Ray. I died. I am deceased. He is so ominous and attractive. I know that’s Ray because that has to be Ray. I love him so much that I can’t even put it into words. He’s holding that blue rose... but he’s also hopeful. He’s looking at the player, at MC, and he’s hoping that you’ll come to find him tonight and let him whisk you away into a garden meant for you and he both. I will follow him to Hell, I will jump off a bridge, I will do anything he will ask me to do, My God.

I am.

GOD.

I LOVE HIM, YOUR HONOR.

It’s too blurry to know if that’s a flower or a gem. Give me time on that one, you guys.

I love his side-swept bangs so much. I love whenever they draw him like this, I will scream. If you heard screaming outside of your house it was probably the sound I made when I saw him earlier. That’s what we’re doing today, I guess. I will lose my mind again and again.

Although, when I look at the twins like this... I start to notice more and more why Saejoong said that Saeran favored his mother’s looks and Saeyoung leaned a bit more towards Saejoong. I think it’s the way artists decide to draw their eyes that makes me feel that way. There’s something subtle in that. I don’t know what it is exactly. Since, apart from their eyes, there’s not much you could see that will make you see them differently. They’re identical twins, after all.

Saeyoung... honey. You really rock that gothic Victorian aesthetic and I’m going to demand we see that more. I love everything about his outfit and the way he’s standing. He looks so happy to see you and he’s waving with a smile on his face as if to say, “Hey, MC! You’ve finally made it!” You know what stands out to me about Saeyoung? His mask has an hourglass.

Hell, Ray’s mask has the checkerboard pattern from the app that you’ve probably seen before. So, you know there’s a lot of little things in this that I’ve yet to see anyone to talk about since there’s so much information in this photo that you can hardly find everything to talk about! I’m sure I’ve missed plenty of things but I’m scanning this thing like it’s a map to my heart.

It’s been six years in this world since the RFA came into my life. I’m sure it’s the same for many of you no matter how long you’ve been here with us. I know y’all are thinking about how much it means to see every member in this photo and it has to make you reflect on your experiences with the RFA. I’m grateful for every moment that I’ve had with them because every day spent with them has made me feel like I’m learning how to be a better person and I’m slowly realizing how to achieve my goals just like they do in their routes.

I know we help them and save them... but... I can’t help but admit that they’ve saved me, too. I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for the RFA. I don’t like to think about that because the RFA has helped me to be where I am today and I don’t know if I would be as peaceful and content as I am if it wasn’t for them. I’m happy they’re in my life... and I’m never going to lose the connection I have to all of these characters no matter how far I go in life.

They mean everything to me.

I never want to forget that feeling.

There’s so many things that I could say after six years of being with these characters and the things they’ve done for me. But, I think that might just become overwhelmingly emotional for me. I can say this much about the members of the RFA. 2016 was the hardest year of my life by far. I lost so much around me at once without warning, and I was suffering in ways that I still struggle to put onto paper to this day. But, in the midst of that suffering, I discovered Mystic Messenger that August.

I played Zen’s Route first and I remember how he made me feel me feel seen after a lifetime of struggling to look in a mirror. I remember playing Yoosung’s Route after that... and I lost a family member that year, and I felt like Yoosung understood my pain and anger about a lot of that stuff. He helped me find some peace. I remember Jaehee’s Route and how she pushed herself into doing the things that were expected of her instead of following her dreams... and how I’d been trying to do that to myself. We both needed to wake up, huh?

I remember Jumin’s Route... feeling like the world misunderstood the way I saw things and how people never knew the real me. Jumin was kind but people didn’t ever seem to see the true him underneath the public image. He helped me feel a lot better about finding a small circle that mattered the most instead of thinking about what the world thought. I remember Saeyoung’s Route, too. I remember what it felt like to give up everything to save someone you love, and I knew his pain like it was mine, and helping him was a reminder to think about what you want just as much as what you want for others.

I remember Jihyun’s Route... how it feels to refuse help from everyone even if you know it’s wrong to do that. Sometimes, he and I have that in common, and it’s hard to remember that it’s okay to ask for help from people. I learned that through him and he learned that through me. We both needed that, I know that much.

I even learned a lot from Rika along the way about how you should always be willing to accept change and the future... if you don’t, you might lose yourself to the very feelings that you’re afraid of. Sometimes, I feel for her in ways that I’m sure most people don’t, but if anything, she’s a reminder to look out for yourself and find truth in yourself instead of the demons that haunt you.

And... Saeran.

 Unknown. SE Saeran. Ray. Suit Saeran. GE Saeran. 

They’ve been my interest from the start. Ever since I met Unknown the first time I got the Bad Ending in the Prologue, I knew there was something about him I’d never be able to get out of my head. I played Mystic Messenger hunting for him and searching for clues to tell me about him. I learned more and more the more time I spent with the RFA. I came to love him and identify with him the longer I’d played, and I still do.

I can’t put into words just how much Saeran Choi means to me as a person. I’m just another one of his fans. We all see something special in him and the others in this game. But, whenever I see him, it always feels like he’s speaking to me. I guess that’s silly. I know he’s not. But... his words deeply impacted my heart and my soul. He makes me feel safe and understood. I’m grateful for his words and his love.

His journey has kept me going all this time and it’ll keep me going for the rest of my life.

And, so, my dear followers and readers, I finish this post with the most touching part of the photo that most of you might not have noticed. We’re in the photo with the RFA. The fact that it’s Zen’s hand is what’s had me choked up all this time because he was my first route and it’s like he’s leading me to join the others all over again, and I can with certainty, say that I’d do it all again from the start without a moment of hesitation.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Dark [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Laito: Haah...I’m kind of exhausted. A lot went down today after all. 

Yui: Right. But...I can’t believe someone who just came to visit, died right after...I’m shocked about it being Richter-san as well. 

Laito: Really? He brought it upon himself, so I don’t see why you’d need to feel down about it? 

Yui: That’s easier said than done...

Laito: Humans really are a mystery to me. Or maybe you’re just too good for this world? 

Yui: I think I’m pretty average? 

Laito: No way.

It’s quite impressive you haven’t lost your ability to feel empathy after living amongst Demons for so long. 

As to be expected of the Eve selected by none other than that man himself. 

Yui: ( I don’t think he means that as a compliment. I’m sure he’s trying to get under my skin. )

Laito: The silent treatment? You’ve got nothing to say back to me? 

Yui: I mean, there’s nothing I can say.

Laito: Nfu~ 

Yui: I believe you are right...I’m one of those hypocrites you loathe oh-so much. 

Laito: You’ll admit to it?

Yui: It’s the truth after all...

Laito: Hmー...

Laito: Yet you choose not to criticize me for my actions or words? Even though they might hurt or trouble others? 

Yui: ...Do you want me to criticize you? 

Laito: Fufufu...You should hear yourself.

My cold attitude must have really hurt you.  

Yui: ( Just like I thought, he’s purposely trying to keep me at a distance... )

Laito: If this technique proves to be so effective, perhaps I should bully you even more. 

If I do that, you will most definitely start thinking of me even more ...Wait, no. 

I will have complete control over you. ...How nice. That doesn’t sound half bad. 

ー He steps closer

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...

Laito: What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? 

Yui: Don’t worry.

Laito: ...Eh? 

ー She embraces him

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You won’t leave me even if I’m cold to you? Geez, you’re so noble, Bitch-chan~”

“Geez, Bitch-chan...You keep on saying all the right things to upset me.”

Yui: Rest assured. I will accept you, no matter what.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: I’ve made up my mind. Ever since I fell in love with you.

Laito: Bitch-chan...?

Yui: Still, I completely lost sight of that resolve. 

Laito: ...Ah...

Yui: I’m sorry for everything. 

Laito: ...Fufufu. These results exceed even my expectations. 

I’m surprised. I didn’t know that love was also capable of robbing people of their freedom and instead restrict them. 

Yui: I am not being restricted at all. This is my own free will. 

Laito: ...Is that so? After all, you are only saying those things now because I pushed you away.

I don’t see how that’s any different from being restricted...?

ー Laito tries to push her away

*Thud* 

Yui: ...Laito-kun!!

Laito: ーー Don’t lie. 

Yui: ...I’m not lying. 

Laito: You can accept me? Don’t spout such nonsense. 

Yui: ...Why do you think I’m lying?

Laito: I just know.

Yui: ( You say that...Because you don’t trust me. ...Although, I suppose I’m the one who gave you a reason to doubt me? )

( No, perhaps I’ve just been living a lie this whole time... )

( Perhaps I was the only one who thought we had grown closer. )

Yui: ...I understand. If that’s what you believe...Put me to the test. 

Laito: What are you saying? Bluffing has never saved anyone. 

Yui: Don’t run away...Please!

Laito: Heeh. Okay then. If you insist. 

I shall test you. 

Yui: ( ...This might all be for nothing but...Still... )

Laito: You might end up in tears and begging for my mercy? But even so, I won’t stop. 

Yui: Ugh...

( I wonder what kind of response would satisfy him...? )

Selection

→ Bring it on. (❦)

Yui: Bring it on.

Laito: Nfu~ Nice. Like you’re willing to just risk it all.

Well then, I’ll do as you wish. 

Yui: ( ...There’s no turning back now...But... )

( If he actually goes all out...Will I...be able to withstand it? )

→ I think you might want to switch that around.

Yui: I think you might want to switch that around.

Laito: Eh? In other words...I’ll be the one in tears begging for your mercy? 

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Laito: Nfufu~ Nice. I can’t get enough of that. You’re making me shudder. 

Go ahead, Bitch-chan. Make me gasp for air. 

I was feeling irritated up until just now but...Now I’m kind of excited. 

Yui: ( ...He’s getting a kick out of it...But now’s not the time for this... )

( Or rather, if he actually holds nothing back...Will I be able to withstand it? )

Yui: ( Still, I’m the one who brought it up. I can no longer back away. )

Laito: ーー Okay, in that case...

ー He opens the window

Laito: Let’s hit the road right away.

Yui: ...Where are we going? 

Laito: Nfu~ You’ll see when we get there. Come on, let’s leave through the window.

ー Laito lifts her into his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: ...

( I have a really bad feeling about this. )

( I might have really said something crazy. ) 

( No, but even so, Iーー )

Monologue

I want Laito-kun to open his heart to me. So I decided to take the gamble. 

Because I truly thought that if he wanted to test me, he should just do so. 

Since I hoped that perhaps, that’ll get the message across,

and make him realize that I have not been lying, 

nor am I simply saying whatever is convenient to me. 

Speaking of which, something similar (同じようなこと) happened in the past as well. 

Laito-kun wrote love off as nothing but an illusion which doesn’t actually exist,

because he didn’t believe in it himself. 

I believe that this case is no different from that. 

It is due to his traumatic past, 

which has left Laito-kun unable of believing in non-tangible emotions,

as he can only perceive those things which he physically feels as real.

If that’s the case, then I must make up my resolve (覚悟),

and stick with him.

Because I told myself, that I would accept him as a whole.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[littlespace-imagines]

How things came to be

Pairing: Chucky x Reader x Tiffany

Warnings: CG/L dynamics, cursing, reader death (not like permanent though), angst, brief description of a corpse

**All parties are 18+ Littlespace and Ageregression will never be sexualized on my blog**

You had been adjusting to Chucky being back with Tiffany and you weren’t taking it that well, Tiffany insisted she loved you both and that she was determined to make it work. You stayed not because you liked that doll but because you knew he was going to leave Tiff high and dry again. Since he came you had been refusing to regress, not wanting him to see you in such a personal situation. You trusted Tiff, she was your mommy after all, she insisted Chucky would grow on you.

You were currently leaning on the counter munching on an apple as you glared Chucky down. He was in a cage/Playpin thing ‘Where he belongs.’ You thought snidely to yourself unable to stop the hatefilled look from spreading across your face at the doll.

“Take a picture it lasts longer.” Chucky seethed at you. Chucky wasn’t a fan of you either, he shows up to see you living with his girl, he wasn’t pleased that Tiff was replacing him with a baby no less. Chucky already knew about your regression and would regularly take jabs at you. He did have to admit you were a tough cookie to crack, he’d been here for days and not once did you talk back to him or acknowledge him other than your stares. It was infuriating he was THE Charles Lee Ray and you were treating him as if he was nothing more than a pest.

Tiffany had been standing in the door way staring at the both of you, the tension in the room was able to be cut with a knife. She knew you both didn’t like eachother and it hurt her. She just wanted her two loves to get along, possibly love eachother but that wasn’t happening by the looks of things.

“Well, this has got to change.” She says as she steps into the room.

“I have to go run some errands. You Little One are going to regress, and you are going to watch them.” Tiffany says as she shoots a pointed look at you before pulling Chucky out of the cage.

“And so help me god, if I find out either of you tried to pull something, you will never hear the end of it.” She says looking at the both of you sternly before turning on her heel and walking out.

You and Chucky were currently sitting on the couch, you were coloring and watching Cartoons but also not letting the doll out of your sight.

“So, uh, how are you feeling?” Chucky asks slowly and you glare at him

“I’d be much better if you weren’t messing with my mamas feelings.” You huff out, you watch as Chucky keeps opening and closing his mouth trying to find a rebuttal but he just couldn’t, you were right, Chucky had started using Tiff to get him out of tight situations but he just wasn’t ready to settle.

Ofcourse he loves Tiff, and he could definitely get used to you, for Tiff obviously, it’s not like you’ve been growing on him lately, seeing the way you and Tiffany interact nor does he find it cute when you smile. He looks you over in your mismatched Pajamas and a stuffed animal tucked under your grasp. He almost didn’t notice you crying.

“Oh, damn, kid it’s really not that big.” He says, voice shaking, for the first time in a long time Chucky was panicked. Tiff would fucking gut him if she found out he made you cry. You just stared at him with tears flowing down your cheeks he sighed, cursed, then paced a bit trying to figure out how he would handle this adult sized child.

“Alright, listen, if I promise you that I love your “Mama” will you stop freaking crying?” He asked and you nodded and stuck out your pinky he sighed and wrapped his finger around yours.That was the day you began to accept Chucky, and he began to accept you.

(Four months later)

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You sobbed out, staring at ‘your’ hands only they weren’t yours, they were a dolls hands. You couldn’t think straight, your head hurt, everything hurt. You couldn’t really remember what happened.

“It’s okay sweetie, Mamas got you.” Tiff said as she patted your back, holding you for the first time in months since she was changed. You cried harder as your eyes focused on your body.

You looked way too pale, your eyes glassy and distant. You could tell you had died from something unnatural by the way your neck was bent and the blood coagulated around your hair.

He pushed you.

Your vision was suddenly blue, you panicked before realizing Chucky was putting a tarp over your body. You cried harder and watched as he visibly cringed at the sound.

“You! You did this!” You yelled out feeing hurt and betrayed. You watched as Chucky lit a cigarette and stared at you for a moment before sighing.

“Yeah, I did, the cops are on our ass. Real fucking close. It was either make you one of us or ….” Chucky shook his head and took another drag staring at the puddle of blood still leaking on the floor.

“I couldn’t let them hurt you.” He says gruffly before wiping his nose.

He’s crying

He’s actually crying because he killed me

“Tiff, she just couldn’t do it, I wanted it to be fast, I didn’t want you to hurt.” He said looking back at you before flicking out his cigarette, your body being lit up in flames.

“I couldn’t let them hurt my baby.” Chucky says as he pulls you into a tight hug.

That was the day Chucky became your daddy.



[baby-n-boo]

Pink is not a girl’s color- regressor! Tommy, finally big brother tubbo, cg! Wilbur

Tommy was little. There was no two ways to put it. And, as if it wasn’t obvious enough from the fact he hadn't sworn in a whole ten minutes, His thumb was inserted firmly in his mouth as he gamed one-handedly, a small piece of paper over each of the webcams on his monitors, in case someone saw. He had finished his stream that day in rather a hurry, logging off of the dream SMP almost as soon as the confirmation came through that the stream had ended, already feeling the pull of the headspace on his mind, and knowing he wouldn’t have been able to hide it from his friends should he have fully slipped. But, for now, he was idly wandering around a solo server he had made for himself, trying to remember where he had built his home last time he had been on the server. His chair creaked in protest, as he tried to bring his knees up to his chest, resting his feet on the very edge of the seat, making him jump. It wasn’t that he was easily scared when little, but the fact he had become accustomed to the silence that seemed to surround him when he was small, since nobody ever wanted to talk to him without being mean.  

But it was ok. He could look after himself. He was a big boy, really! Mumbling to himself, around his thumb, he tried to direct his character over to the little hill he could see in the distance, not noticing the river running between himself and said mound, and promptly falling right in. At the sudden change of perspective, Tommy panicked, pulling his hand away from the keyboard like it had burnt him, in the hopes it would be fixed if he stopped. But it didn’t, leaving him arrested in fear, watching as the pretty bubbles went away, and his character started taking damage. He didn’t want the pretty red hearts to go away, they were nice!  

Whining slightly as the last one slipped away, and the death message popped up on screen, shading everything in a dim sort of red, Tommy shoved the mouse away too in frustration, refusing to respawn. He wore a stubborn pout as he spun on his chair to turn his back on the screens, just in time for a knock to sound on his door. Worrying for a moment, he yanked his thumb out, and minimised the tab, not wanting anyone to see, before calling out a “Yeah?” that sounded too loud and brash to be right, even for his normal self.  

Wilbur, poking his head through the door carefully, smiled to see Tommy not doing much, before starting to speak. “I, uh, I saw your stream ended? I was wondering if you wanted to come spend some time with real people now?” he joked, referencing how little time Tommy actually spent socialising. Despite how much he really really wanted to nod yes, and go with him, Tommy shook his head, carefully measuring his voice to reply. “Nah, you’re alright, I have masses of women to talk to.” he tried to joke back, his smile just a little too wide, the usual bravado missing from the tone, though Will shrugged it off, sure that if something was up, Tommy wouldn’t hesitate to complain about it.  

“Well, if you change your mind, don’t forget, Toby and I ’re right downstairs.” He reminded Tommy, with a slightly stern look, before ducking back out the door frame. He tried to nod an affirmation, turning as if to go back to his game, but, as soon as he heard the door click back into place, and the creak of the stairs, he pushed up off his chair, padding over to his bed instead. He wasn’t big enough for gaming, right now, and certainly not to go face his friends. Don’t get him wrong, he was glad they had offered to come over and keep him company while his parents were away for some business trip or other, but it was hard to hide his little space from them when he knew they would be watching his streams, and constantly reminding him to actually care for himself. Especially since it had saved him the embarrassment of his parents hiring some babysitter that never actually did anything, once they found out how old he was.  

Tummy rumbling as he sat down cross-legged amid the rumpled sheets, and pulled his favourite blanket out from under his pillow, Tommy whined, having run out of fruit snacks the previous night when he had been streaming till two in the morning. Normally, it wouldn’t be an issue, him just having to sneak down and grab something from the cupboards under the guise of still streaming, but he knew, as soon as he set foot on the stairs today, his friends would be dragging him into a switch game tournament, or a conversation, or, even worse, a trip to the store. Shuddering at the very thought of going outside, Tommy shook his head. No, going hungry was much better than whatever they had in store for him.  

His PC kept chiming with discord messages, probably from his other streamer friends to wonder why he had ended so fast, but he merely ignored them, balling up under the ratty sky-blue blanket, and trying to get his head to stop being quite so fuzzy. It didn’t help as his thumb crept back into his mouth, brushing against the cold metal of his braces, and he curled tighter, the scratchy material of his jeans starting to irritate him, as he slipped further and further. It was only a matter of time before something bad happened, so, desperately clinging to the last shreds of his adult mind, Tommy stumbled over to his closet, kicking off his jeans and baseball shirt in a frenzy of unstable movement.  

Once he was sure that it was all off, he glanced nervously toward the door, and quickly grabbed a bundle of material, throwing it onto the bed before someone could burst in and see it. Yanking a pair of shorts over his boxers, he quickly scurried back to the comfy area, hiding between the sheets as he fought his way into the other thing, a hoodie that was clearly multiple sizes too big, smelling of a foreign but comforting cologne. He’d picked it up from Wilbur’s bag the first night he had been here, thinking it had been his own, and had been reluctant to give it back upon discovering it, in fact, was not, something about how it made him feel small making it appealing.  

Flipping up the hood, so it fell over his eyes, Tommy giggled, flapping around the oversized sleeves in a childish manner, entertained by even the slightest of things in little space. By this point, his adult mind had entirely slipped away, replaced with the simple, cotton candy thoughts of the child Tommy now was. Confused as to why he was being so boring and lying round in bed all day, he pushed back his coverings with a smile, before gasping, looking around for Henry - his cow plush- in between the all-together too mature sheets. Black circles were just so grown up! Where were the dinosaurs? Or the racing cars!  

Temporarily distracted from his search by the thought of cars, Tommy gasped, running over to his cupboard, where he hid away all his colouring books, dragging out some nice-looking ones, and his big box of Crayola pens, giggling as they rattled noisily. Throwing them to the floor, Tommy lay down on his tummy across his rug, pushing up the too-long sleeves until he could see hs fingers. Wiggling them around, he couldn’t help but beam, it being such a silly movement, especially as they all bunched up to try picking up the slippery box of pens, only for it to bump back down. Kicking contentedly as he tried again, it wasn’t long before it was tipped upside down, the rainbow of colors spreading across the rug in a mess only a child could make, blues bouncing and reds rolling. In fact, every color other than pink.  

Not that Tommy noticed this lack, grabbing up his favourite colour, and flipping to a random page, cheering as it was a cool race car, with flames up the sides, all waiting to be coloured. Uncapping the pen with his teeth, he kept the lid in, chewing on the tip of it as he scribbled messily up and down the door of the car, smiling as it got bluer and bluer the more that he scribbled. Even if it didn’t particularly stay in the lines. Blue was nice, it was a boy’s color, like the sky, and the sea, and blue race cars that go nyoom! Will once said blue was a happy color, so that must mean it was good! Why else would he say it?  

It wasn’t like pink. Bleh, pink is a girl’s color, why would he want /that/? Pink was all flowers and dresses and bubblegum, blehhhh. Pulling a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out, which, in turn, made the lid fall out, Tommy shook his head. No, pink was most definitely not for a big boy like him. In his daydreaming, he hadn't heard the stairs creak, nor the tentative knock on the door, not realising as Tubbo crept into the room. “Hey, Tommy? Wilbur said we could ord- oh.” he started, before noticing his friend on the floor, surrounded by coloring pens. Tommy, spinning round at the familiar voice, smiled to see Tubbo, waving gently with his uncapped pen, but making no effort to get up, instead turning back to his coloring once he was done. “Well, I was gunna ask what pizza you wanted, but it’s ok, I'll just say pepperoni. Have fun with … what you’re doing.” Tubbo murmured, not wanting to disturb Tommy when he seemed so concentrated, instead shutting the door behind himself, and heading back down the stairs to where Wilbur was waiting on the sofa.

“Hey. What’d he say?” Will greeted, his laptop open to some takeout website, smiling gently as Tubbo relayed the information for pepperoni, before placing the order quickly. “Alright, that’s done, is he coming down?” he asked, shutting his laptop once he was done, just as Tubbo settled back in the armchair and picked up his switch. “Nah, he’s little.” he spoke simply, as if it was common knowledge, reopening his animal crossing island to keep fishing, like he had been. Confused, Wilbur tilted his head, brushing aside his hair as it flopped over his eyes, and let out a quiet “Huh?”, making Tubbo look up, and meet his eyes. “What do you mean little?” he asked, curiously, not understanding as the teen clammed up, looking mortified. “I shouldn’t have said that. I should /not/ have said that.” He muttered, hiding his red face behind the console. “It’s not my place to say.” he tried to wriggle out of the situation, but, with a stern look from Wilbur, he was pinned in place.  

“um...wow, how to put it...” he fidgeted in place, trying to find the words to explain to a rapidly more and more concerned WIlbur. “um...he’s thinking like a kid...not Tommy?” he tried, but, from the blank look he got back, he knew that wasn’t enough. “It’s...It’s like a response to stress? Or...or just cuz...?” he tried again, watching as Will nodded slowly. “Um...he’s coloring right now...i don’t think he wants to be bothered?” he interrupted, as Will stood, to go up the stairs. “I could...i could try to find a website to explain to you, if you wanted? I'm... I'm not too good at this.” Tubbo offered, reaching for his laptop, silently relieved as Wilbur sat back down.  

“That would be nice, actually, I'm lost.” He admitted, handing it over, and watching as Tubbo struggled to type out whatever he was trying to, eventually finding a page that seemed right. “Uh, it’s a Tumblr page but...i think it’s got the stuff on...” he mumbled, passing the brightly coloured page back over to him. Credit to him, as Tubbo watched on nervously, Will didn’t seem disgusted, reading with genuine intellectual curiosity, before sitting back. “Woah, okay. That’s intense.” He commented, letting out a deep exhale, and rubbing his eyes. “Why is he little, did you say?” he asked, but Tubbo froze. “I’m...i’m actually not sure. Tommy does it both ways, on purpose and not. Maybe the lore stream today? He did end quickly...” he commented mostly to himself, then rubbing his upper arm. “He normally comes and DMs me after if it’s been a hard stream though... maybe cuz you’re here, he didn’t want to talk about it?”  

Throwing out theories, Tubbo tried to hide his confusion and slight hurt that the little he liked to think of as his baby brother when he was in headspace, hadn't told him, chewing on his nails a little. “I do know he calls you his brother though...maybe he was shy in case you didn’t like him doing it?” he murmured, eyes flicking up to the bespectacled 24 year old watching with rapt attention. Luckily, he looked amused, adjusting his beanie. “Hey, it wouldn’t be the only time, I'm practically his older brother all the time.” He chuckled, casting an eye over the page still up on his screen. “It says here about something called...CGs?” he sounded tentative as he looked up to Tubbo again. “It does, and before you ask, No, he doesn’t have one. And yes, he really should, the chaotic doesn’t go down.” he replied, feeling a lot more comfortable now they could make fun of his friend again.  

“Should...should we head upstairs, go make sure he doesn’t like...set fire to something?” Will suggested, after a few moments of chuckling, right before a loud thump interrupted Tubbo’s beginning complaint. “Ok, Ok , maybe that’s a good idea.” he smiled, putting his switch to the side before standing. “I’ll go warn him.” He held out a hand to stop Will mounting the steps before him, smiling as he feigned offense. “Trust me, you wanna prepare for this, he might still be Tommy, but he’s... different.” Running up the stairs, best as he could, with the nerves he now had in every vein, he quickly pushed open the door, to see the little tugging at a stuffed animal wedge in a cardboard box. Carefully pulli ng it out, he easily identified it as Henry, pushing it into Tommy’s arms with a smile. “I have a surprise for you, Toms, you ready?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle as Tommy nodded enthusiastically. “Awe, good!”  

Awkward, shuffling footsteps were the only indicator Will was coming in, before he rounded the corner, with a small smile. “H-Hi Tommy.” his arms were held awkwardly in front of him, crossed across his chest like he didn’t know how to react. But it wasn’t too much of an issue, since, as soon as he saw Wilbur, Tommy jumped to his feet, running to him. “Wilby!” he cheered, hugging him tightly. “Missed chu!” he grinned, as Will hesitantly pet his hair. “Uh, hey kid, whatchu up to?” he asked, as Tubbo watched on with a soft smile, perching on the bed.  “I heard you were coloring?” he asked, looking to the teen for confirmation, as he nodded enthusiastically again, and dropped to his knees, grabbing his pens to keep going.  

“Yeah! Iz blu!” he smiled, thrusting a cyan pen to the elder one. Carefully sitting down between him and the wall, Wilbur smiled and nodded. “You’re right, it is blue. Do you like blue?” Clearly that was the right question, since Tommy started speaking, so fast they could barely get a word in edgewise, about the color, kicking his legs happily as he started to scribble again, starting to color in the fire on the side of the car now, under the watchful eye of his friends.  

Furrowing his brow slightly at the missing color, Will spoke up, after some small humming being the only thing to break the silence. “Hey, Toms, where’s your pink?” he wondered aloud, jumping slightly as Tommy shouted a “No!”, rather vehement. “No,no, no! Pink for /girls/.” he mumbled, when Will shushed him. Curious, he tilted his head, his hair falling agin, and ‘hmm’d  slightly. “Pink isnt a girl’s color, Tommy, what makes you think that?” he didn’t understand, not even as Tommy sent him a disbelieving face. “Pink...pink for princess” he struggled to explain, making Tubbo nod quietly from where he sat.  “But, I like pink, Toms, am I a princess?” he chimed in, taken aback as Tommy giggled, and nodded. “P’incess tubby!” he smiled, making Wilbur chuckle and nod. “That’s right, kid, Toby’s a princess now.” watching the teen stand and mockingly spin around, before carefully bopping Tommy’s head, like a fairy. “ding, ding, Tommy is now a kid!” he laughed, moving over to the cupboard that usually housed the colouring, pulling out a shameful looking pink tub, and placing it on the floor beside the kid. “Let’s try these ones too, huh?” Will prompted, picking up a pastel pink, and doodling a small flower in the corner.  

Tommy nodded, gently, slipping a little, pink pacifier into his mouth when nobody was looking, and hesitantly choosing a maroon pen, trying a clumsy smiley face, soon joined by tubbo doodling a bee, of course. Laughing, Will tried another flower, and a heart, wanting to keep what he did simple, making Tommy smile as a little of the ink went over his fingers. Catching the pen before he tried to draw on his own face, Will tutted gently at Tommy, his new little friend. His little...brother? Before they realised it, the scribbly car had been overshadowed by their doodles, Tommy having branched out into pink the more his friends didn’t seem to mind it being there, slowly smiling more and more, until he was giggling loud and free, fully convinced now, that Pink was, in fact, not a girl’s color.  

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Oooo tell us more about Pup!

Ooooo thanks for asking. I have a lot on him so this is a pretty long post. I hope you enjoy it though, he’s one of my fave OC clones.

———

When he was a cadet, he was very talkative. He loved interacting with everyone he could. In fact he was nicknamed Natter. But the Trainers and Kaminoans felt his personality wasn’t suited to being a soldier.

The Kaminoans reconditioned him (though something went wrong during the process and screwed up some of his memories as well as being far more of a change than they’d planned) and ever since he’s been shy and quiet, he’ll hunch his shoulders and make himself small and keep to the shadows and out of the way. He can get anxious in a loud room with too many people or when he’s singled out for being different.

He kept his bookish want to learn everything personality, but went from being talkative and wanting to tell people to being isolated and keeping it to himself.

He’s still a very skilled shot and fighter and passed all his tests, but he was very isolated and would far rather sit and read than spend time hanging out with his vode. It was a complete 180 and not much more desirable than Natter had been. Of course he didn’t remember being Natter, and he was placed with a different squad. He had a lot of issues on Kamino, never fitting in. He was always a little lonely and never felt like he fit in.

Not only is he shy, but he’s also 2 inches shorter than the rest of the clones. They don’t know why, but he’s closer to Fett’s height than a normal clone’s. Fix will later theorise it had something to do with the decommissioning gone wrong, the mix of chemicals and the issues they had with it, but at the end of the day it was a miracle that he managed to get through Kamino without being decommissioned.

All of these things are reasons he was sent off to the Guard, but it was better than being decommissioned, which would have been the other option, Jedi intervention or not. (You think the Kaminoans really stopped after the Jedi showed up).

When he first showed up he was assigned to be a Senatorial Guard, but within a week he was reassigned to the ARF unit.

He’d been on shift and he’d been singled out for being small, including jokes by the Senator talking about sending him back to Kamino because clearly he wasn’t done growing yet, and as soon as he’d been able to get off shift he’d found a supply cupboard and shut himself in and curled up behind the items in there to cry.

Hound had been walking past with Grizzer and Grizzer had stopped by the door and started pawing at it. Hound of course investigated and met a shiny having a panic attack. He helped him through it and sat with him and made sure he was ok and knew he was safe and that his brothers wouldn’t let him be sent away for his defects.

Grizzer curled up on his lap and he kept himself calm by scratching behind his ear. Hound asked if he’d be more comfortable with the mastiffs and being a part of the ARF and that was that.

His siblings had never put him in harms way before, and a few even tried to cover for him, but he’d never fit in and they’d never gone out of their way to help before. So he latched onto Hound.

Within a month most of the Vode had nicknamed him Hounds little shadow. He’s always a few steps behind him.

Hound trusts him with everything, including his plans to help his vode. Pup is the last person anyone would expect to be a part of anything like that. The library card and access to reading resources was for him more than anyone else.

Whenever Pup finds something that catches his interests, he’ll learn everything he can about it. That’s nothing new, but since his reconditioning he’d keep it all to himself. He didn’t even remember Natter, but he knew the holes in his personality and shaking hand and problems he had came from having been too talkative. Hound is always willing to listen no matter how random it may be and proves himself that it’s safe for Pup to talk. That nothing will happen to him if he does.

It’s actually helped Hound with cases or saved his life more than once. He never thought he’d need to know the difference between yellow tipped giant butterflies and yellow point hawk moths but it saved Hound and a dozen civilians. He gave Pup the biggest hug and a bag of chocolates in thanks.

Pup loves the Mastiffs. The first time Hound ever saw him smile properly was with them, and for too long it was the only time they’d see him laugh or talk. That he’d talk to the mastiffs about everything, conversations his vode were horribly upset to realise he’d never have with them. Hound had noticed, but the others also brought it to his attention. They worried about him, but Hound assured them he’d open up in time if he wanted, and that if they proved they’d listen, he’d start to talk. There were more important things than conversations anyway, and making sure every member of the CG feels safe and comfortable at the very least with each other is a large part of that.

Pup got his name, as previously stated here, after a group of rowdy drunk GAR soldiers made a scene on shore leave. Hound and Pup were on patrol and stepped in. The other clones started mocking them for being paper pushers and spending all their time playing with the doggies and one of them recognised Hound.

They all started making jokes about Hound and his new little pup, mocking his size and the way they stood with Hound slightly between him and them in case they proved a threat. In the end Hound and Pup arrested all five of them, (two taken down by Hound, 2 by Pup and 1 by Grizzer) and they were all thrown in the drunk tank.

While filling out the paperwork Hound called him vod’ika and he relied with Pup.

Hound just smiled and offered a hug.

Pup went back to that supply room for panic attacks or just to be alone and think more than once after that first time, but was more and more willing to call Hound for help. Eventually Hound cleared it out and added other things so he could go there if he needed seclusion without the chance of someone accidentally walking in looking for the supplies.

The Guard is very isolated from the rest of the GAR, but they try to make sure no one ever feels isolated within it. Finding out that Pup had felt that way upset them, but they understood it and understood that sometimes Pup wanted to take some time for himself.

There’s a difference between isolated and taking some time for yourself.

They’re all fine with Pup being on his own when he wants to be, but they want to make sure he never ever feels isolated or alone. That he always knows his siblings are there for him. He slowly started opening up to them too, and he still keeps to himself, but he’s not lonely anymore. He has people to go to and talk to if he wants to now.

It wasn’t long after he got his name that he started to help vode after nightmares. He couldn’t sleep and had been reading when one of his vode had woken with a cry. He’d remembered what Hound always did to Gelo people, and did the same. He’s not sure when it stopped being him going to help and started being their coming to him, but he doesn’t complain. He didn’t want to.

He loves helping them because it’s right and because they accept him and love him. He’s never lonely anymore.

Pup, as I said, is 2 inches shorter than normal clones. His eyes are the typical amber and he kept his hair regulation cut at first, but started to grow it out so it could be longer and curly once he settled into the Guard. He’s wanted to dye it more than once but can never decide on a good colour and as far as the rest of the vode know (except Inky) he has no tattoos. Inky did one on his inner ankle of a mastiff pup. He has a lot of scars, many from trainers on Kamino for growing slowly or hesitating of anything he did wrong. He has scars he doesn’t remember earning he thinks Natter earned. He also has a few from the Guard including missing a chunk of his ear and a scar on his lip. He also has some scary ones on his neck he refuses to tell anyone about. He’s missing two fingers on his right hand, the pinky and ring, but he found a way to pad the glove in his armour so as long as he’s wearing gloves no one ever knows. His medical file states he lost them in a training accident, that’s all he’d tell Fix anyway. (Fix knows he came from a Senators office and not the training yard, but he doesn’t push. Pup isn’t the first to lie about an injury dealt by a Senator who hates the clones, he won’t be the last.)

His favourite colour is the CG red, he painted little paw prints on his armour along with the typical cog and gear designs and his helmet has similar grey and red markings to Hounds but the red and grey are in opposite places. In an act of defiance he painted the two missing fingers on his gloves red too, the rest of the gloves are black.

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So anyway, that’s Pup. He’s one of my fave OCs and deserves love. :-).

Thanks for asking. I love talking about this AU and my characters within it.

[mistymilkweed]

since you write for hypmic, would i be able to request big brother cg!samatoki comforting a little reader who had a nightmare? it’s totally okay if not ^_^

sorry this is pretty late, i've been a little busy recently. anyway, i hope this is okay!!

Characters: Big brother CG! Samatoki + Reader

Genre: Comfort

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Samatoki got home late that day, but he was glad to see you didn't stay up waiting for him like usually, he didn't like having to constantly remind you you needed your sleep. Each time he saw dark circles under your eyes, he'd admit he got very worried and acted like a mother hen, even.

He saw you weren't even sleeping on the couch so he decided to check your room just to make sure you were okay and really not up. He noticed when he opened the door just a crack that you were making small whines.

If that didn't beat at his heart, he didn't know what else would.

Samatoki kneeled down, and noticed your noises of distress only got louder. "Y/n," he whispered. "Hey, Y/n, wake up. Please." He sighed out of anxiety when you wouldn't and pulled you into his arms. "Y/n, please wake up."

He could feel your body trembling against his own, and his heart broke when you started to sob quietly into his chest.

Many assumed Samatoki was bad at comforting people, but that wasn't true. Once he got to know someone good enough, he was actually great at it, as long as he knew what he needed to do and say to comfort them.

You were one of the few people he was sure on what to do and say.

"Hey, shh... Are you awake?" He bounced you lightly in his arms. He pulled your head from his chest to look at you, and then he smiled in relief when he saw your eyes open, albeit teary ones. "Let me just..." He wiped them away with his thumbs. "There." He sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting you so you were in his lap. "Take some deep breaths." He knew you were likely regressed, so he tried to speak in the softest tone he could. "I've got you. I've got you."

After a few more minutes, your sobs turned into sniffles, but he didn't stop rocking you. "Can you tell me what happened, Y/n?"

You sniffed. "I had a nightmare."

Samatoki sighed. He hated that you had to go through nightmares, but it made him feel better that he got here just in time to wake you from one. "Nightmares are awful, huh? Do you wanna talk about it?"

After another sniffle, you answered, "Mm-mm. It was too scary." You clung onto his shirt, which smelt of it's faint cologne. "S'ay?"

"I'll stay," he murmured. "Want me to keep holdin' you, or do you wanna lay down?"

He didn't need a verbal response, all the confirmation he needed was for you to grip tighter on his shirt.

He stood, but only briefly to grab your stuffie that fell onto the ground. He nestled it between your arms, then grabbed your blanket on the bed and wrapped you in it like a burrito. He rested his head on top of yours, humming quietly.

"Can you check under my bed?" you broke the silence after a bit, your voice muffled slightly from your head on his chest.

Samatoki chuckled, realizing what the nightmare was likely about. "Okay. Would you like me to check the closet too?"

"Mhm!"

He looked under the bed while holding you with one hand. "No monsters there." He checked the closet soon after. "And no monsters here. Can you think of anywhere else we haven't checked?"

After thinking for a moment, you shake your head.

Samatoki nodded and sat back on the edge of the bed, you still in his arms. "Great. Now what can we do to get you back to sleep, huh?"

"Sing," you said, followed by a sleepy yawn.

Samatoki grinned softly. He didn't like his voice when it came to singing calmer songs, but you liked it, even if he didn't understand why. He never sung gentler songs to anyone else but you.

By the third verse of the song, you were already back asleep. He didn't leave, instead he laid you on your bed and seated himself next to you, before drifting off himself.

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 3-1: 海水与火焰 Seawater & Flames Translation

“The flames of the sunset flicker within your orbs; and the leaves flutter, falling upon the water surface that is your soul.”

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Brother Mao: It's soooo god-damned hot out today! A new coffee shop opened down the east street with huge grand opening sales. Come on, come on, everyone grab your share!

Brother Mao had just returned to the office after completing his out of office assignment. He didn't even have a minute to spare to put the bag of goodies down, only wiping his sweat before giving said goodies out to everyone.

MC: Thank you, Brother Mao!

Brother Mao waved his hand in dismissal and threw the neatly folded plastic bag into the bin, only for his eyes to suddenly stop on the handle of the door. He incredulously widened his eyes.

Brother Mao: Since when did our door handle get all fixed up?

Li Man'man: No idea. It was already fixed when I came in in the morning.

Hao Shuai: Sister Zheng Lin, did you nag at the administrative department for this?

Zheng Lin: She fixed it. I saw her fiddling around with it when I clocked in this morning.

Zheng Lin retrieved her documents from the photocopier and jerked her chin at me.

Brother Mao: So this is our beloved heroine of the day! Do humbly pardon me!

MC: I'm the one who broke it after all. Plus, it didn't take that long to fix anyway.

Brother Mao poked his head in front of me, curiously twirling the sleeve of the formal dress I was currently fixing up and doing corrections on.

Brother Mao: You're changing it up that much again? You don't have to reply to me, but you're adding these butterflies? That's real creative! ...And they're all made of twisted metal wire?

MC: Yeah. I started out using soft tulle mesh, but it was all droopy and didn't seem very nice for wings that are supposed to look powerful and lively.

Brother Mao: Now not only does this give it a dynamic feel, but also brings about a romantic yet cruel one!

Brother Mao: Not bad, not bad! Keep at it, and you'll definitely be able to finish fixing it up before next week!

MC: But the Deadline got brought forward… She's going to be doing the fitting tomorrow morning, so I have to finish it by today...

Brother Mao: No way! Don't tell me it's that agent again...

He glanced around, checking that no one had their attention turned to us, before leaning down to my ear.

Brother Mao: I asked around about it earlier, and I heard that the agent has a pretty foul temper.

Brother Mao: Not just to the staff, but her daughter as well. She'll start scolding people at the drop of a hat, even if they did nothing!

It felt as if I could hear the piercing and horrid lashing from that day resounding in my ears again. Her words had been ingrained into my very brain like a needle stuck into a pincushion.

Brother Mao: Geez, Lin Yao's such a brilliant kid. What's there for her to be so unhappy about?

Brother Mao: My mom always told me not to blame myself, and that health always comes first, whenever I fail the promotion. She even said that if I couldn't make it big, then I could just go back home and she'd raise me.

MC: I don't know either. Maybe all these feelings we take for granted come on a conditional basis for her, I guess.

He'd stared at the table and spaced out for a long while. It was almost as if he'd retreated into his memory palace as his expression turned a little sad.

Brother Mao: I'll help you twist them into shape too. Just treat it as my way of thanking her for helping us get out of the pickle we found ourselves in that day.

MC: Okay.

Time passed silently, and it wasn't till nightfall that we finished our work. The office had already cleared out a long time ago, and sporadic stars glimmered in the ink-blue sky up above.

Brother Mao: Done!

I nodded at him in gratitude and kept the now completed dress away. That was when a message notification popped up onto my phone screen.

Housing Agent: Miss (Y/n), don't forget that we're supposed to sign the agreement today at 8 PM. Be there or be square!

Brother Mao: What's wrong?

MC: I'm supposed to go check out the new apartment I'm getting with my agent at 8 PM today, and sign the agreement if all goes well.

And the time displayed on my phone right now was… 7:28 PM.

MC: I should run! Thanks for today, Brother Mao! I'll treat you to food next time!

Grabbing my bag and my work ID, I made a mad dash downstairs.

❖☆———————————★❖

I thought that I'd make it there right on the dot if I'd left now, but who knew that the taxi-hailing app had 80+ people waiting in line! Seeing as how the app wasn't an option anymore, all I could do was to run to the nearest taxi stand.

MC: Why's it not here yet…?

I paced back and forth at the stand, but no taxi ever made an appearance. Just as my anxiousness was about to reach a tipping point, a black sports car drew to a stop before me. The car's windscreen slowly rolled down.

MC: ...Evan?

Evan: Waiting for a ride? Headed somewhere?

MC: Yeah. I'm going to take a look at an apartment. The place I'm renting right now is too far from here, so it isn't terribly convenient.

Evan: Location?

MC: Guangqi-Century City.

He slightly inclined his head, glancing at his watch before getting out of his car and opening the door to the passenger seat for me.

Evan: Get on. I'll send you there.

★Night Choice: Turn him down

MC: No need. I'd be causing you too much trouble.

Evan leaned his arm atop the door of the car, beaming as he looked at me.

Evan: Not at all.

Evan: Besides, I don't have anything on tonight. On the other hand, you seem like you're in quite the rush.

Evan: It'll be bad if you end up late for it because you dawdled here.

His eyes were filled with such sincerity that it made me feel like I'd be doing him a disservice if I refused.

I eventually nodded, seeing as there was no way I could shimmy myself out of this without feeling bad about it.

MC: Thanks.

☆Light Choice: Accept his offer

I glanced back at the taxi stand. It didn't seem like a taxi was coming anytime soon. And I'd really be late if I didn't get a suitable ride soon…

MC: Thanks. Don't mind if I do then.

8 PM, right on the dot. We reached the entrance of the housing estate where the agent was already waiting.

MC: Here it is. Thank you for this! I'll treat you to a meal someday!

Evan: Sure.

❖☆———————————★❖

I hurriedly got out of the car as the two agents quickly rushed up to me upon seeing me.

Agent A: You have a good eye, Miss! This apartment's a hot favourite! 10 over people booked slots to come check it out the moment the listing went up!

Agent B: We've kept this apartment for you till now since you seemed especially keen on it!

Agent A: Let's get the contract agreement signed tonight if there are no problems lest it keeps you up at night!

MC: Sorry, but I'll still have to confirm with you again later. Let's go check the house out first.

Both agents sidled up side by side, enthusiastically explaining and introducing things to me on either side as they urged me forwards.

Thud.

The sound of a door closing behind me made me turn, only to see that Evan hadn't left, and had gotten out of his car.

MC: ?

Evan: I'll go with you.

The agents continued their endless stream of marketing chatter as they pointed out every selling point of the apartment.

Agent A: —And that's all from us. If you sign the agreement contract today, then we can persuade the landlord to give us a little discount...

MC: Okay, then I'll-

Evan: Sorry, but we'll think it through a little more. Could you recommend us some other apartments as well? Sorry about that.

I looked at him in surprise, but he gently shook his head. Hence, I calmed my initial excitement down and turned down their request to have the contract immediately signed.

❖☆———————————★❖

The night was already deep into the throes of darkness by the time we returned to the car park.

The riverbank was coloured with streams of yellow light from the streetlamps above in picturesque disorder. I could smell the refreshing scent of blooming greenery that hung in the air.

MC: Was something wrong with the apartment earlier?

Evan: I don't think you'd like to stay in an apartment filled with construction noises, yes?

MC: But I didn't hear anyone renovating anything?

It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized something.

MC: Oh, right. It's nighttime right now, so all the construction workers should be off work by now… Still, how did you know?

Evan: I noticed that there were paint stains at the edge of the neighbouring apartment's door frame upon entering, and it looked rather fresh too.

Evan: Plus, that housing estate was built 10 years ago, yet the elevator has its interiors boarded up with temporary protective boards.

Evan: So, I'd garner that the neighbouring apartment's most likely, not the only one undergoing renovation recently.

MC: I'd never have realized if you didn't point it out…

Evan: And adding on to that, I observed the surroundings a bit when we entered the housing estate and the security personnel stationed nearby seemed rather sparsely spread.

Evan: So it wouldn't be too safe for you to be staying here alone.

MC: Yeah…

Evan continued talking about the pros and cons of the apartment as the enchanting lights from above reflected in his eyes, melding into the smile that wavered within.

MC: You're so knowledgeable when it comes to this. Did you rent an apartment before?

Although, for someone with his family background, he shouldn’t ever need to rent an apartment on his own.

However, Evan nodded, affirming my suspicions.

Evan: I’ve rented a couple of places for my company back when I was in university.

MC: You mean, the company you founded back when you were studying in Lordton?

Evan: You know of it?

MC: I’ve heard of it before! It’s truly a legendary tale!

Evan: Looks like I’ll have to personally clear up the rumours for you then. It wasn’t exactly a smooth experience.

Evan: I, too, encountered a great many difficulties that I hadn’t thought of before during my first time renting an office.

Evan: For example, unreliable agents. The relevant renting procedures never came to pass for a long time due to that.

Evan: Hence, the office wasn’t ready even if all the employees were already in place.

Evan: And another example would be poor property management, with robberies aplenty as a result.

Evan: Also, I had no choice but to take drastic action and relocate the entire office to a new location since I hadn’t initially considered office expansion.

MC: Wow, I never knew that starting a business would be so hard. You’re amazing to have done it!

❖☆———————————★❖

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

[Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Felin Avenue, 199 Street. 1 bedroom and 1 living room. [Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Changle Heights. 1 bedroom and 1 living room.

It was the agent, recommending me a couple more apartments.

[Guangqi Rental] How about any of these?

MC: Now that's way too many…

Evan: You can forward them to me if you don't mind. I can check them out with you.

Evan: I might not be very experienced in this, but nothing will go wrong with having another person to think it through with.

MC: Thank you, Evan.

The night breeze blew past, gently ruffling the loose hairs that had fallen out of place in front of Evan’s forehead.

Evan: We've been talking for so long that I forgot that it's already 9 PM. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything?

MC: I said I'd treat you! How about we do it now?

MC: Is there anything you'd like to eat?

Evan: Just pick anything you want to eat. I'm fine with anything.

MC: Don't say that! I'm going to need a proper answer from you today.

Evan: Alright then. I'd prefer for it to be something cooling, if possible.

MC: Hmm… Something cooling?

I glanced around, my eyes sweeping past the signboards of teahouses, food stalls, fast food outlets… until it finally stopped on an old and aged sign that stood not too far away.

MC: I know! Wait for me for a while!

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Auntie! Can I get two servings of red bean ice and two servings of fruit soup?

Many customers surrounded the small shop. The owner stirred the pot of soft red beans, filling the air with a delectably rich scent of sweetness.

Due to the auntie being the only one manning the store, the demand for the red bean ice far exceeded the available supply. Hence, I had to wait for quite a while before my order finally got done.

Just as I happily took the icy delights from her, the pitter-patter of rain sounded from behind.

The rain came down hard and vicious.

The raindrops that pelted against the roof were akin to silver metal wires, trapping me within the confines of the narrow eaves.

With no other option in sight, I held the two cups of icy treats to my chest using my wrist and freed a hand to shoot Evan a message to inform him of my predicament.

However, before I could fish out my phone… a silhouette had come to a stop before me. He put the umbrella away.

MC: I was just about to ping you. What are you doing here?

Evan didn’t say anything, only smiling gently as he took the icy treats from my arms, quietly standing by my side.

Evan: The rain should cease soon. Let's wait together.

MC: ...Okay.

The curtain of rain secluded us in our own little world, and the puddles, reflecting the neon lights of the signboard above, rippled from the night breeze of summer.

And like a domino effect, this soft and gentle ambience made our moods calmer and much more relaxed in turn.

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: (Chapter 2-24 Light) / (Chapter 2-24 Night) | Next Part: (Chapter 3-3)

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Late Autumn Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

This post is dedicated to @stehkotori​, an incredible woman who created and maintains a home for us on Discord to share our love for MLQC. She’s also very encouraging and sweet 😭💕

Kiss Dates Collection: Kiro // Lucien // Victor

Hearing yet another bout of loud laughter from downstairs, I take up my phone and enter Gavin’s number, planning to tell him to meet me directly in the music room.

Just as the dial tone sounds, I hear a familiar ringtone behind me.

I turn around to see Gavin leaning against the door frame, his lips lifted in a gentle smile.

[Note] He only has one official CG in this date so I made another myself]

MC: You actually found me! I was about to tell you to come to the music room directly.

Gavin: Mr Keller said you disappeared right after signing the attendance, so I guessed that you’d be here.

MC: I’m not the type to participate in such lively events. Mr Keller will understand.

It is Loveland High’s hundred-year anniversary today. As “Outstanding Alumni”, Gavin and I have been invited to participate in the ceremony.

However, it’s a little too noisy with the announcements and music blaring downstairs.

Furthermore, as a mere producer for a small program, I have nothing in common to talk about with the distinguished figures present today. It’s best to stay in the music room, where I can enjoy the peace and quiet.  

MC: According to the schedule, all the outstanding alumni have to go on stage to shake hands with the Principal. While I’m far from being “outstanding”, you’re not.

MC: Ever since Principal Fang heard that the current commander of the Special Task Force graduated from Loveland High, he’s been wanting to meet you.

Gavin: I’ve never liked participating in lively events. You know that.

He walks over, lowering his eyes to meet mine.

Gavin: Are you playing the piano?

I scoot to the side, patting the empty space on the piano bench.

Gavin smiles and sits down next to me.

MC: Do you feel as though we’ve been coming to school quite often?

Gavin: Mm, but I like the feeling of coming back here with you. It brings back many memories.

MC: Things from high school?

Gavin’s gaze falls onto the black and white piano keys, his amber eyes filled with the tranquil daylight of late autumn.

He doesn’t respond to my question, as though recalling something. He seems to have entered a trance, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

I rarely see such an expression on his face.

MC: Gavin?

I tug on his sleeve gently, eyes full of queries.

Gavin: Some things from high school, and some things from the Special Task Force.

There is a smile in his eyes as he speaks, as if all his recollections are happy memories.

Gavin: I haven’t thought about how to tell you about them yet.

Curious, I stare at him for a few seconds. I lean over to pull on his left hand.

MC: In that case, you have the duration of one song to organize your words.

Gavin places his fingers on the keys obediently.

Gavin: All right, I’ll do my best to keep up with you.

As soon as the prelude starts, Gavin instantly casts me a glance – this is the tune most familiar to us.

The chords he plays with his left hand easily match the melody I play with my right. We don’t make a single mistake.

Accompanying the sounds of the piano, many images resurface in my mind.

The scene when I met him again, the ginkgo bracelet on my wrist which accompanies me day and night, every sunrise we waited for together, every starlight we have seen…

If I were to take count, every memorable moment was spent together with him.

MC: Actually, I came here once when you weren’t around. There wasn’t a reason why I did it. I just had a sudden whim to take a look.

Gavin: Did you gain anything?

MC: It was dismissal time, and the field was very crowded. I think there was a class having a basketball competition. You could hear their heated shouts from outside the school gate.

MC: Oh, I even saw two people laying on the flower bed stand doing corrections for a test paper. Maybe the teacher wanted to check them. My language teacher back then used to love checking our test papers during night revision sessions.

MC: When going up the teaching building, I was thinking… did we often meet at the stairway back then? Did we pass by each other, just that we didn’t know one another?

Gavin: We didn’t.

His tone is plain and ordinary, as though we are talking about trivial matters like what to have for a meal.

Gavin: We met often, but never passed by each other. I remember every moment I saw you in school. Time, location, weather, your expression, your clothes – I remember them all.

His fingers linger between the black and white piano keys, sunlight flashing in his eyes.

Gavin: Even now, I still remember.

With the sudden pause of my hand, the tune abruptly stops.

MC: …we seem to have really missed out on a lot.

Gavin responds to my sudden lament with an expression reflecting a lack of understanding. He doesn’t probe, waiting for me to continue.

MC: I’ve thought about a few things since a very long time ago. For example… cheering you on at the basketball court after school. And then proudly telling the entire class that the name of the tallest and most accurate shooter is ‘Gavin’!

MC: Back then, there was a small stall outside the school gate selling red bean puffs. $3 for one, $5 for two. It was crispy on the outside and sweet on the inside, with a generous amount of filling. You’ve definitely not eaten it before…

MC: Now, the Cityscape Management doesn’t allow the setting up of stalls outside the school gate, so I don’t have the chance to bring you there to eat.

MC: We used to have late night self-study sessions and were only dismissed after 9pm. The girls in the same class would find company to walk with. If you were there, you’d have been able to send me home.

Upon hearing this, Gavin hesitates slightly.

Gavin: Um, I didn’t have a car back then.

MC: I’m referring to a bicycle!

Gavin: …you can continue.

MC: Piano lessons were way too dull. Once I sit here, it would be for several hours, playing the same song over and over again. Sometimes, I’d think of going out to have fun - to go shopping, sing karaoke, eat all kinds of good food, or do my homework while having a drink in a small shop.

MC: Also, the 800-metres physical test was literally my nightmare! If you were there to practice running with me, I wouldn’t have passed only after my third test.

The moments I spent in Loveland High replay in my mind, but the things that are brimming in my memory, apart from the purity of youth, blazing passion and ignorance, seems to be missing something.

MC: If I could be with you back then… my deepest memories in high school wouldn’t have just been of exams.

If not for the misunderstanding, if not for us going around in circles – the tedious high school homework and boring practices would have had a completely different experience.

Whenever I think about these possibilities, I feel sorry for us.

I pretend to be angry, loosening myself from his grip. I stand up, wear a serious expression, and lodge a “complaint” against him.

MC: It’s all your fault! …you didn’t give me a chance to know you earlier.

Astonishment flashes in his eyes, and his voice is hesitant.

Gavin: …I didn’t think that you would have such thoughts.

MC: Well, now you do – we missed out on a whole six years! Even if we want to make up for it every day, it wouldn’t be enough even if you spend a full twenty-four hours with me.

Of course, I’m just joking around with Gavin. However, his expression clearly shows that he has taken my words seriously.

He stands up slowly. When his eyes meet mine, they contain a sorrowful smile that I haven’t seen for a very long time.

I’m about to coquettishly say that he has to repay his debt, but he traps me in between his arms.

Before I can react, a familiar scent takes my breath away.

Without a shred of hesitation, he kisses me.

The kiss carries an overtone of recklessness and ravaging – as he fiercely rubs the territory between my lips and teeth, his hands grip my waist tightly.

Searing breaths descend on my lips. I open my eyes slightly and see unsuppressed aggression brimming in his amber-coloured gaze.

I suddenly recall how I had trembled when meeting his eyes for the first time.

MC: Senior…

I try to open my mouth amidst his continuous demands, but am only able to release an incoherent mess of words.

Gavin eventually stops for a few seconds. His breathing is ragged, but he doesn’t pull back.

Gavin: I was just thinking about that.

He lets out an incredibly soft laugh, gently tucking messy strands of hair on my cheek behind my ear with his left hand. His lips follow after his warm fingertips, descending on my cheek again and again.

Gavin: Whatever I owe you, I’ll return them one by one… is that okay?

He leans over to my ear and speaks in a low voice. Mixed with desire, the sound is enveloped with cloudy breaths, and every wisp leads to an itch in my heart.

MC: Gavin.

There are so many things in my heart that I want to say. In the end, I can only think of calling his name gently.

The corners of Gavin’s lips are hooked into a smile. He suddenly lifts me up with a hand.

MC: …!

In my panic, I grab onto his shoulders. He simply tilts his head and smiles, placing me directly onto the piano.

The piano lets out a noise in response to the sudden weight. Just as I’m about to exclaim, my lips are sealed once again—

Student A: What was that sound just now?

Student B: Probably someone in the music room.

Student A: Want to take a look?

Although the footsteps and voices outside grow increasingly louder, Gavin maintains an air of disregard, continuing to encircle me in his arms.

He not only ignores the voices, but also takes a step forward. He puts his knee on the piano bench, pushing me completely onto the piano.

A few piano keys resound at the contact, embellishing our ragged breathing.

Student B: What’s there to see in the music room? It’s definitely someone from our club anyway. Let’s hurry over to the ceremony – I heard that the commander of the Special Task Force would be here today!

Student A: Are you serious? I saw him on television once – he’s super alpha!

Student B: Mr Zheng said so the last time, so it shouldn’t be wrong. Hurry up, we wouldn’t get good seats if we’re late!

Hasty footsteps pass by, not even stopping for a moment outside the music room.

I look towards Gavin, lightly tugging at the corner of his shirt. At the same time, I gently bite his lip, wordlessly expressing the feelings in my heart at this very moment.

As though punishing me for my mischief, his eyes narrow slightly. With a hand on my cheek, he presses my entire body onto the piano.

MC: …

I close my eyes, holding onto his solid arms. I lift my head to welcome his lips, savouring his unique breath.

The person in front of me has shed off the roughness of youth, leaving behind only the purity of youth. He often makes me forget that he once used to be unrestrained like the wind.

He has a body that is stronger than everyone else’s, a tough soul, a will that is as firm as steel, and a heart full of tenderness – it is soft beyond compare.

I cling to his waist tightly using my calves, wanting to brand every part of him into my heart.

I want to bear his everything.

Gavin: …

Another light laugh enters my eyes. I open my eyes halfway, feeling the wind slowly sweep past my burning skin.

Even before I sober up from the deep kiss that almost stripped me of consciousness, the scene in front of my eyes causes me to let out a cry of surprise.

Countless ginkgo leaves are floating in the air, dancing outside the window.

The color gold covers every window. Every leaf seems to be drawn by something, spreading their wings as they spin past the floor.

Students standing along the corridor of the teaching building also exclaim, and are unable to hold back their surprised “wow”s!

Gavin smiles faintly. It’s only after a long while before the repeated warmth lingering on my lips gradually leaves the scorching ambience.

Gavin: Do you like it?

I straighten up, leaping off the piano neatly. I kneel on the piano bench with one leg, pressing myself against him.

MC: I like it. I like it very much.

I raise my head, using my fingers to rub his chin, his lips, the tip of his nose, and the corner of his brow.

MC: I like it so much that… I don’t know how I can prove to you just how much I like it.

Gavin reaches out to hold the hand which has drifted to the space between his eyebrows. He has a generous smile.

Gavin: …we did miss out on a lot. Back then, I wasn’t certain if I could have you for life.

I look straight into his bright eyes, and laugh quietly.

MC: And are you very certain now?

Gavin: Mm.

Gavin responds without much thought. His slightly raised eyebrows reveal a sense of pride.

Gavin: I hope you can give me an answer to this question as well.

He holds onto my waist, leaning over to hug me tightly in his arms. Even though he doesn’t continue with his questions, I immediately surrender.

MC: It’s all yours. The rest of my life is yours. The years we missed are also yours.

Everything I have, I’ll give to you.

I won’t leave anything to myself. I’ll give it all to you.

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🌸 MOMENTS 🌸

Gavin’s Post: Today’s pork rib soup tastes great. 

MC: Is Commander Gavin satisfied with the supper which was prepared with love? 

Gavin: There’s no need to wait up for me next time. 

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Gavin’s Post: Today’s pork rib soup tastes great.

MC: You’ll do the cooking over the weekend.

Gavin: Yes ma’am.

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Gavin’s Post: Today’s pork rib soup tastes great.

MC: Can you taste my new recipe? 

Gavin: You added ginkgo, right?