#I worked for so long for this WAAAA

[lovinglin]

Silly Narrators with their Silly Parables 💛💖💙

GOSH I’m so proud of how these turned out, especially the first drawing <3 anywhoo- Welcome to the Swap AU!

Pretty self-explanatory, but I have 2 AU’s for it since there’s 3 of them hehe

( S/I (in pink) uses any pronouns but prefer he/him! )

[gu6chan]

went onto the old pokecharms website and after days of careful analysis i made leonard a little pokemon team. did i hit chat

[crabsnpersimmons]

OUGH gummies for meeee! NIIIIIICE THANK YOU!

Trick or Treat! Hope you're having a good day or evening ^^ Oh and don't worry about the compulsion you feel to visit the lake near Faerie Forest… > u >

oooou! hello hello!

the persimmon crab reaches into the pumpkin bucket and takes out a pack of fruit gushers! 🍓🫐🍇🍋🍊🍏

hm

why does a trip to the lake sound good right about now?

but that would involve leaving my cave

the persimmon crab, who is borderline a hermit, decides instead to stay home

Happy Halloween!

[roolette]

Bi han,johnny cage,raiden with a fem reader who's a golden retriever vibes(especially bi han I'm a slut for golden retriever and black cat duos)

Waaaa this is so cute omg!!

Bi-Han

A pairing that surprised most people, yet works out so well

You balance each other out, and that’s what’s great about it. Bi-Han has the tendency to get in his head and take himself too seriously, so having someone like you in his life is really helpful

You’re the best at getting him to laugh. People think he’s tough to crack, but those people don’t know him like you do

Don’t tell anyone, but he likes to lie against your chest after a long day and let you run your fingers through his hair. No one else is allowed to see him like this. He trusts you

On the other hand, he helps you know when you need to slow down, relax, and focus. He admires your energy, but everyone gets burnt out sometimes. He reminds you to pace yourself

Please surprise him with random kisses. Please do it. It catches him so off guard and it’s so cute

Basically you guys are the couple ever and it’s so sweet

Johnny Cage

Golden retriever for golden retriever couple Fr

Sometimes you too get into such energetic, fast and heated conversations that literally no one around you can decipher what you’re saying

You two are SO cuddly with each other. You’ll sit in his lap and pepper his face with kisses. Did I mention he’s ticklish?

Late night conversations that leave your stomachs hurting from laughter

You two keep up with each other’s energy easily. He makes a movie reference? You’re shooting back with one right away. 3 am snack run? He’s already at the door

Random piggy back rides from him. Need I say more

On a serious note, Johnny really cherishes your relationship. It feels like he’s found someone who sees his more outgoing and extroverted traits as positive traits, not just something they have deal with. You’re someone who likes all of him, not just selective aspects of him

Power couple Fr

Raiden

PLEASE. Give him ALL the love and affection in the world

He loves your energy, and with the two of you together, there is just so much love to give. He likes to hold you in his arms and just kiss every inch of your face

Your energy matches, but you can EASILY fluster him. Whisper in his ear, run your hand across his arm? He’s swooning immediately

He’s someone who has a lot of love, and needs someone who can match that. Luckily, you’re the perfect person

He’s easy to make laugh, so you gotta use this to your advantage. His nose scrunches up when he laughs and it’s the cutest thing

An achingly sweet relationship

[beiibeiii]

i can't be your love, cause i'm afraid i'll ruin your life

i feel like kafka would be slightly self-conscious about herself when she feels like she loves someone. i just wanna pepper her with kisses and tell her that i love her waaaa

• kafka disappeared without an trace one day. she left both her home planet and you behind for the stellaron hunters. she doesn't think she deserves or deems herself worthy enough for someone like you. she swears to herself that she will learn from her experiences as an stellaron hunter and become a better person for you.

• once a week, shes hidden away in the shadows of the cold night, on an rooftop to check on you. she sees you weeping quietly through your apartment window. she comes out the shadows slightly to get an better look at you. when she sees you, she can't help but let out a sigh.. your body under the covers, staring out the window with teary eyes. your clutching onto the soft plushie she won you at the arcade before she left. her eyebrows furrow slightly as she feels her heart sink. she smiles bittersweetly at the fond memory. she secretly hopes you notice her, you just were so beautiful to her..

• kafka holds back everything in her body telling her to smash that stupid window open and wrap her arms around you again. she'd whisper sweet words into your ears, apologising for her sudden departure that day. she would tell you how precious you are to her.. and how much she missed you. she would hold you tight, in her warm embrace as she presses your head against her shoulder, soaking up the pain she caused you these past months. she hums soft melodies quietly until you fell asleep peacefully..

•the thought brings a warm feeling to kafka and a smile to her face.

• but kafka can only imagine. her phone vibrates again, breaking her out of her little dilemma. her light smile thinning into an line again.

Silver wolf

kafka, the next mission is starting

where are you?

come on!

• she stares at the messages on her phone and back at your apartment window. only a small frown is upon her face. she sees you still silently crying yourself to sleep. she hates seeing you like this but she hates herself more for making you like this. 'its for the better', she constantly reminds herself.

• she steals one more glance at your window again and whispers to herself. 'i won't be long my dear..'

• she disappears again, opening her umbrella as she feels the soft start to raindrops fall. she blends in with the public opening their umbrellas too.

• the frown doesn't leave her face just yet. she promises she'll be home for you soon. just not yet. she still has herself to work on. you don't know it yet, but just a little longer and her presence will soon be known to you. she'll come running home for you, her love. <3

[merakiui]

AAAAA ok so. You're one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr and slkssnlssksn I'm so nervous waaaa thanks for taking your time to brainrot with us <3 I'm in love with your writing and your delicious concepts and how you execute them oh god and when you write about stinky greasy incel Idia OK I'm gonna stop and actually order aaa

Can I please get assorted macaroons with a lacy lingerie along with a hint of sea salt caramels and a finishing touch of a pineapple parfait with Floyd and Jade, together? Something sweet and cute but with a lingering feeling of uneasiness <3 Hope it's well-ordered! Please and thank you very much!! 🥹

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, drugging, implied captivity, brief mentions of implied nsfw, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

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☆ Your “wedding” was unofficial, a quiet ceremony without an audience. Jade dressed you for the occasion, prettying you up as if you were a doll. You certainly felt so as you watched your reflection in the mirror, drifting in and out of a daze. Floyd poked at your shoulder to rouse you, giggling about his “sweet, sleepy Shrimpy.” When the wedding bands were slid on your ring fingers—the left for Floyd and the right for Jade—it became official. They kissed you on both cheeks and promised you a future filled with love and happiness. You couldn’t protest; there was no room for such a thing, not when Floyd’s mouth was already closing over yours.

☆ The first five days are for Floyd, and the next five will be Jade’s. They planned it together, all with your and their shared interests in mind. The first five days of your honeymoon are spent at a tropical resort. You delight in local cuisine and beautiful sights, allowing the twins to hold your hands while you walk between them. They spoil you rotten, buying all sorts of clothes and jewelry to add to your wardrobe, trinkets that catch your eye, sweets you seem to fancy. Money has never been an issue, which is why everything feels so grand and lavish. You’re taken to the beach, to a quiet, desolate strip that few tourists know of. Towels are laid out; an umbrella is propped. Floyd drags you towards the sea, eager to shed his human form and swim with you. Jade reads in the shade, occasionally glancing up from his book to watch you.

☆ As the sun shifts through the sky, you tire yourself out. Between swimming with Floyd, sunbathing alongside Jade, and indulging in a picnic with both, you’re plenty sluggish by the day’s end. They snap your picture just as you feel yourself falling, giggling to each other about how cute you look. The twins intend to capture many of your best (and possibly worst) moments during the entirety of this honeymoon. When the secret contents of your lunch catch up to you and render you sleepy, you assume it’s just the result of a long day sapping your energy. It makes you pliable, has you dragging them into bed when you’re oscillating between slumber and wakefulness. The camera shutters, capturing you curled up against Floyd in bed—perfectly, peacefully asleep.

☆ The twins take turns cooking for you. Mornings are for Floyd. He prepares all types of breakfasts, all with your favorites. You think he has too much fun in the kitchen because some meals are decorated cutely—pancakes looking like cats and bears and fruit cut into stars and hearts. Jade takes care of lunch and snacks throughout the day. They work together on dinner. It’s a guarantee that you’ll always feast on delicious meals regardless of which twin cooks. Strangely, the meals are so delicious that they leave you sleepy or, in some cases, achingly hot. The twins take good care of you whenever this happens. Maybe something just didn’t agree with your stomach… It’s nothing to worry about. They’re here for you.

☆ As the days wear on, you find yourself swamped in love. Whether you’re enjoying mornings down at the beach, exploring and shopping in town, touring popular destinations, or enjoying drinks on the balcony at sunset, the twins are always by your side. Floyd clings, his arm perpetually wrapped around your waist. Jade likes to slide his hand into yours, holding it with such a gentle fondness. He kisses your knuckles softly, eyeing the rings on your fingers with a pleased smile.

☆ Jade booked quite the quaint cabin for his half of the honeymoon. For the next five days, the three of you will see endless, sprawling pines from your spot in the mountains. He’s got a vague itinerary in mind, but it’s subject to change as you get through these five days. Surprises are more than welcome. The cabin is so cozy, equipped with all the necessities for a trip such as this one. It even has a fireplace. Jade is much too eager to gather and chop firewood even though it’s already supplied.

☆ He takes you out on hikes through the woods, pointing out flora and fauna as you encounter them. His eyes are sparkling the entire time. Floyd’s not as into it as Jade is, but he does enjoy walking alongside you and taking pictures of your most candid moments. You’ve been feeling groggy ever since breakfast, so you’re not nearly as alert as you usually are. Floyd takes this as his opportunity to snap your photo when you least expect it and to steal quick kisses. Jade thinks it’s so cute that you can hardly keep your eyes open. He promises the lot of you will turn around and head back after he gathers just a few more mushrooms for tonight’s dinner. You’re lying down for a nap by the time you make it back, the sun dipping below the horizon. You think you feel the bed depressing under Jade’s weight, his hands ghosting over your clothes to help change you into something comfortable. You let it happen.

☆ This place is oddly isolated. The locals are sweet, though. When Jade tells them you’re here on honeymoon, they all smile and tell you to have fun, to enjoy these special moments, to feel lucky that you have two husbands who adore you so very much. You thank them with a pleasant smile. Jade and Floyd keep their hands on you beneath the table during lunch. Even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t. They make sure of that. And if you seem paranoid, they wave it off casually. Jade tells anyone who asks that you just love the variety of mushrooms here, especially the fun kinds. You’re not sure what he means until much later when you’ve digested your meal and your vision blurs. Jade’s there to steady you before you can fall over, petting your head in that affectionate way and cooing at you to calm down. It’s your honeymoon. You deserve to relax. His sharp, overly sweet smile is all you see in your dreams.

☆ Honeymoons are especially exciting because they come with amenities fitting for the occasion. A complimentary bottle of wine, luxury chocolates, condoms… Floyd tosses that last one aside. You won’t need them. If you insist on using protection for whatever reason, Jade will ease your worries with a placid smile. He’ll indulge your request. He wears one, yes, but then it’s not a guarantee that this one hasn’t been tampered with in some way. You’ll never know. Floyd’s a bit more difficult to convince. He adores cumming inside and then felching it out of your slick hole. You shiver through it all, clawing at the sheets as you melt beneath them. Your husbands pamper you excessively, so don’t think about anything and just enjoy yourself.

☆ The mountains are peaceful. Unlike the tropical paradise you previously came from, things are slower here. You enjoy watching the sunrise cut through the trees in the mornings, sitting at the window with Jade and Floyd. You sleep late into the afternoon, sandwiched between both of them. Floyd’s an early riser, so breakfast is always waiting for you when you and Jade eventually wake. It’s quiet bliss. You sit and sketch nature alongside Jade in the afternoon, who adores every little line you make with your pencil. He tells you so, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you pout and insist his is better. There’s no competition here, and even if there was he will always love yours more. When night falls Floyd prepares a campfire. You roast marshmallows for s’mores. Floyd dances around the firepit, singing gleefully and pulling you up from the log to dance alongside him. Firelight reflects off of your rings. It’s a wonderful honeymoon.

[rizzyu]

hey there! Could I request luxiem catching you reading fanfiction about them while youre together? thank you in advance :D

When You Read Fanfics About Them HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff

Warning: smol tiny suggestiveness in Vox’s GOOD LORD I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE FOR HIM OTHER THAN SPICY STUFF

Summary: Luxiem when you are doing what you’re doing right now

A/N: Thank yooooooooooooooooooooou for the request, sorry this fic took such a long time ;w; (pls don’t shoot me)

You held your phone in your hand, slowly scrolling through the page of words as your eyes carefully skimmed through each word on each line. For a split moment your eyes darted towards the window. The sky was pitch black, only the thousands of tiny lights coloured either orange or white lit up the outside of your apartment. Your eyes were then once again attracted to the fanfiction you were reading on your phone. That fanfiction was about none other than your beloved (member name), in which you were currently cuddling with. You snickled at a particularly funny part, causing (member name) to turn around and see what you're doing and figured out that you're reading a fanfic. But not just any fanfic, it was a fanfic about him...

Vox Akuma

"So is this what you usually do, read fanfics about me?"

Broski would whisper that in your ear like a seggy demon that he is

"I usually just read them while you're at work.."

"But I'm with you now, aren't I?" He'd speak while letting his hand lift your head up by the chin.

You blushing from his intimacy amused him and made him let out a chuckle.

"How about you show me the fanfics of me that you've read about?"

Uh oh let's just say the fanfics you've read aren't exactly s e i s o 👀

Mysta Rias

"Hey... why are you reading about me?"

"Because it's adorable - you're adorable"

Your response would make him pout and buff his cheeks just like a child. "I'm not adorable!"

"But you are! Otherwise this fanfic writer wouldn't have made you so adorable in this fic"

Mysta would keep on protesting, so in order to make him admit that he's cute, you would begin bombarding him with kisses.

But even so, he still wouldn't admit it.

It was until Mysta had to start streaming, maybe next time :)

Luca Kaneshiro

"Woah you're reading about me! POGGERS"

“Yeah! You’re so adorable in this fanfic!” Yu said as you cradled his face in your hands.

Luca’s hand reached for his phone and waving it in front of you.

“Yknow, I’ve actually read fanfics of you before too”

His response left you flabbergasted

“Really? I never thought you’d be a person who reads that much”

“If it’s about you, then I don’t really mind”

Ike Eveland

"Are you reading about me?"

“Yeah, I really like reading about you when I’m free, especially when your doing work. He want to try to write some too but I don’t know how..”

Ike snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“I can teach you, if you want.”

You lit up with enthusiasm as you urged him to teach you now.

You spent the rest of the evening writing fanfics about each other :3

Shu Yamino 

“Eyy you reading about me?”

“YEAAH You’re so cute in this fanfic WAAAA I JUST WANNA KISS YOU RIGHT NOW”

Shu immediately got flustered from your words and began stuttering.

You chuckled at his cute reaction and laid yourself on his lap

“Wanna read with me?”

Shu managed to bring out a nod in response.

So you both spent the evening reading fanfics, with Shu eventually getting more comfortable being intimate with you.

[fuumiku]

Selkie AU

Ok so on discord we went off. A lot of this is just paraphrasing or copy pasted from buddies hii guys. It’s honestly a fun concept to play with no matter how you turn it around~ I’ll start off with the version I drew these doodles for but it’s all under the cut because it got so long... There’s also always place for different flavors like if they realize the other’s a selkie immediately or over time, etc etc so this is all just food for thought. Marcille is always the instigator though lol, obsessed with him no matter the universe. As a selkie wants to learn more about this human and as a researcher is chasing after this secretive mysterious sea-guy while he very much tries to escape everyone’s attention.

Fisherman Chil & selkie Marcille

Old sad fisherman Chilchuck… He drinks out at sea even. Divorcee dad who’s got nothing waiting for him on land anymore. He’s on the sea every day to get fish to sell at the wet market or to the butcher, the sky and sea’s grey and everything’s dull and tedious. Seals are nothing special either. The only stuff he knows about selkies really could have some selkie storybooks he reads to his daughters. Meanwhile selkie Marcille… You could go a lot of different routes I feel. You know I feel like being a selkie fits with Marcille and her mom, with that interaction of "you’ll have to let others go and deal with that", like in this AU she’ll always be different and will have to leave people behind for the sea eventually here and there and whatnot…

Chilchuck and worksongs... Fisherman Chilchuck singing sea shanties while selkie Marcille sings her songs of the sea and then she hears him and gets curious and follows him back on land or something…… Tries to blend in with humans just so she’s like. What’s his deal. But them only meeting out at sea is very cute as well. Eventually she gets on his boat and they hang out. Melancholic psychological horror sea tragedy-romance would be fun idk. Maybe he starts hearing a woman sing out at sea randomly and thinks it’s the alcohol. But he’d be a goner already lmao. Like don’t get me wrong it’d take a while of actual interactions for him to actually fall in love, but also ~~he’s lonely~~ pretty blonde woman waaaa. Siren imagery hehe. "Hmmm I didn't know selkies had hypnotic voices as well" (they don't. he's down outrageous and he knows it.) Mr "in denial so bad maybe magic is the answer yep for sure". I want her to hear him singing something he used to for his daughters/wife etc and shes like 👁️👁️ who hurt this man........... (Could also work for selkie Chil) What’s his tragic backstory…..

I think marcille also deserves to go silly and catch a carp between her teeth, giving it to chilchuck batting her eyelashes like teehee... I'm such a good assistant right... He needs them undamaged if he wants to sell them but he still makes use of her gift anyway... Puts it in a stew and shares it with her... Something we made together..… Marcille being able to taste human food with actual spices and actual heat and actual cooked meat... His home is the warmest place on the surface. His hugs are more comforting than even the water’s. AGH and how long hasn’t he eaten a real homecooked meal you’d bet 😭 Marcille notices he’s underweight and is like "he’s always fishing though??? Does he just need like, a lot??" and takes it upon herself to bring him more fish to feed him. "He NEEDS to blubber up. I know it." Do you think when his wife was still there he'd come home to the smell of cooking.... but now there's nothing......... He’s on his own, he sleeps in the boat… It just smell like fish all day. The stench gets to him and even the burn of alcohol in his nostrils is a kinder hell. NOW he comes back to the stench of roting flesh and he's like :))) ahh.... my gi rl firned 💖 /j

Selkie Marcille getting onto his boat out of nowhere and slapping the beer bottle out of his hand. It’d go hard if he’s so drunk once that he’s leaning over the railing with his bottle hanging down from his grip and the beer goes into the sea and she tastes it and is like. Now what the fuck is this. Ew. He doesn’t look so good maybe I should splash him with water. She could save him from drowning... Girl who puts him on a rock somewhere until he wakes up and hides in the water as soon as he comes to… Peekinh at him from the surface of the water because, oh dear we're shy now because it's face to face… Drawing parallels between swaying (drunk) and swaying (motion of boat on the sea). She sways his world…… Makes him feel dizzy in a nice, light airy way…… He crashes into his bed in his home and still feels the rocking of the waves under him, and he falls asleep thinking of her…

Go out to the sea in a storm because you can’t stand feeling useless. The sea is your livelihood, it's where you're good and useful. On land you never know what to do with your hands. Maybe he should just let the sea pull him under. let it sweep him away.  Marcille does exactly that, but it's not something that erases him. It's not something that swallows him whole. It's something that shows him a whole other world- The coral reefs, the schools of fish that exist below, the lush seaweed forests that Marcille treasures so much. It's all been there for him to see, theres so much beneath his feet. And all he had to do was let her take his hand. This world full of fish and creatures he's caught and gutted... that he gets to see in a different light…… The idea of him trusting her enough to let her lead him underwater... I think the time that Marcille leads him into the water should be on one beautiful evening, with the water shimmering, and the sun casting rays onto the waters surface- enough that it's still scary at first, enough that Chilchuck still struggles against the salty grasp of the waves, but when marcille takes him under he can see just how the light of the sun casts its spotlight on the seafloor- and how even in the shallows therein lies a thousand wonders, ones he's stepped right over before. I'm just obsessed with chilchuck experiencing a whole nother world in there. Give me childlike wonder. Give me a Marcille who wants to show her grump fucking fisherman boyfriend the cute fishies and the minnows, the pretty hermit crabs. Something about the sea looking different from beneath the waves... The parallels of him on the beach stepping over shells and urchins in the shallows with his boots and just crush them right over, not even noticing he did from force of habit and routine having dulled everything… Him working on the sea all the time but never really seeing it because he’s so absorbed in his own shit and he always just uses the harbor so there’s never real contact with it anyways. When the sea water laps at his forearms when he reels the net in but they feel like lashes of frost against his skin. She'd look really pretty with her hair flowy in the waves............ Marcille’s hair should get used for creepy compositions more… In the water she takes him under and her hair tangles and latch onto him against his skin. Her hair is long, underwater it could engulf him probably, he likes blonde hair he'd be happy with that… Not the lowkey suicidal ideation of letting the sea take him and how he’d be happy suffocating in her hair when doing a dive wow ok

I keep thinking about the Dredge AU… The video game yes yes. It’d be a mess but ohhh ohh the sea and its wonderful world but also its dark secrets, Marcille researching the depths and finding dark powers and idk the tragedy of a man at sea who can’t forget what he’s lost and the mythical gf he made that was never meant to be and it’ll destroy them both idk idk. Bc of Marcille helping him fish from below as a selkie, Senshi like YOU ARE OVERFISHING YOU ARE DESTROYING THE ECOSYSTEMMM @ them lmao You are feeding the whole town and making big bucks but you’re fishing so much that some fish are starting to get stale without being bought, the sea is bleeding and the leviathan is hungry

Maybe one time, one of them gets upset at the other and holds the seal fur hostage, its sooo mean but it also feels very them. When I think selkie I think of the movie Song of the Sea and in that movie the father of the protags loved a selkie, the mother, but she had to leave at one point for the sea because that’s her nature etc etc, but he didn’t want her to leave so he hid her skin which like. Ruined everything and hurt her. And ohhh the parallels… Leaving him… Just food for thought.

Selkie Chil & marine researcher Marcille

The reverse of that where Chil’s the selkie, Marcille’s fascination for him has the reverse angle, almost like admiration too. Crying she’d be like "who’s this mysterious guy, why’s he look kinda ethereal(selkie fairy blablabla)?" and investigates meanwhile he doesn’t want anyone to see him transforming and such so he’s like "leave me aloneeeeeee!!" Selkie chil? secretive man who just wants to chill gets grabbed by the most enthusiastic fairytale-obsessed girl out there. She WILL almost drown trying to say hi. C’mon mister mythical let’s have a storybook romance <3 Jumping in da water and he has to rescue her and immediately gains 100 grey hairs. She gets her storybook ‘saved by the merman’ moment but at what cost. "WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG" screaming, she gets scolded very much but it all goes in one ear out the other tbh. Selkie Chilchuck is even better with his secretiveness... How do you get around the fact you’re a seal? Iunno I’ve never been a seal Obsessed with the implications of his family in this. Except if his wife and daughters were humans and so his work travels are instead selkie shenanigans going out at sea for months on ends, I imagine they’d be selkies too… Did they get separated? Die? Is Chilchuck’s cowl in this one Flertom’s fur? :(   Once more mentioning sea shanties Chilchuck btw, Roll the Old Chariot comes to mind… Ooough Song of the Sea from the movie that he sung to his daughters <33 I’m fine

With the researcher angle actually being pushed there are interesting plots and scenes you could think of obvi, but uh we kind of went off on the fisherman Chil Marcille selkie AU instead haha. It’d be cute if she ends up teaching him how to live on land in the end. Dresses him up like a funky lil guy. I went with tallman Chil when drawing it and selkie Marcille’s more elf-like, and for selkie Chil I’d imagine it’s the reverse where she’s tallman-like and he still looks like a halfling… Sea-related AUs are my weak spot <33

No matter how you turn it, Marcille is the instigator lol. Selkie Marcille: this little man… I want to know more about this human! Selkie Chilchuck = tries to avoid everything but this Marcille keeps chasing him! It’s her job to, Chilchuck minds his business!! He sees a sliver of something weird out at night? Not his job nope keep your nose out of that it’ll only bring you trouble. It’d have to really itch him at him for him to crack I think… Honestly he’d make a great lovecraftian horror protagonist lol. We love a girl with no chill and her nose in everyone’s business

Shout to to @dayundying, @cabinette, @soappox and @lucky-fydraws!! These people were there for the brainstorming and the writing of the scripture…

[plumadot]

I've made it

And I didn't have white cloth so I tried use paint on fces

(Autocorrecter says I write everything wrong, sorry)

omg it looks so nice!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 this must have taken so long jfvgdbxgd goodness, such precise work!!!!!! i love it waaaa thank you for showing me!!!!!

[kitsuvil]

— like-minded [picturesque/ayato smau]

[masterlist] this chapter has a written part at the end !

— [phone call transcripts]

[Name] — "Hi, Ayato! Did you need something? Is it about the project?"

[Ayato] — "No, no. Don't worry about the project. I just wanted to check in on you. I understand people have a natural desire for drama, news, and gossip. But it's unfortunate that sometimes this can bring disaster. We're lucky the situation isn't worse."

[Name] — "You can say that again. It's ridiculous. We were just chatting about the project. Have they never seen two people have a regular conversation? No one was even near us to hear us talking, so why did they assume..."

[Ayato] — "I wish I understood why. But if you're alright, then my worries are definitely lessened."

[Name] — "You were worried?"

[Ayato] — "Naturally. Anything near the level of a scandal can stress the other party out, and that's what I'd most like to avoid. I don't want you being thrown under the bus only because of my social standing. It's unfair."

[Name] — "Thank you... I really appreciate that. To be honest, I already feel a lot better after talking things out with you. It's a relief."

[Ayato] — "That makes me happy. Oh, I did want to mention something about the project now that I think about it. It seems I've forgotten what it was..."

[Name] — "Could it have been something about the editing? We're nearly done with the important parts, right?"

[Ayato] — "Yes... Actually, I might’ve just wanted to tell you that I really like the photos you took. I've been going over them today. There's a lot of talent and potential in your photography, on top of your skill. I'm not lying when I say that I think we work well together."

There was a growing smile on Ayato's face as he heard [Name] get flustered on the other line. Something about them made part of his brain ache with a strange feeling he'd never experienced. He was aware of it, but he decided it's better to put that away and unpack it later. For now, he had a project to finish and things to talk about. Apparently, for 4 hours straight, because the phone call that the two shared lasted long into the night. Even when [Name] began to doze off and snore quietly through the glowing screen connection.

— idk how to feel abt this chapter.. SCREAMS WAAAA but it's done so whatever

— taglist; @griseoo @fangygf @boxxd @driftwoodmanor @meigalaxy @kyon-cherri @xiaossocksniffer @quacking-simp

[yuutryingtowrite]

Aww I like Yuuki for stalker a lot!

CEO feels really like a Leon to me and for salaryman mmmaybe something like Hiroto or Nobuhiko??

On a different note, I thought of some things I’d like to learn about characters and since you’re making character profiles soon I thought I’d send it to spark some inspiration maybe? 👉👈 I’m not expecting you to answer all of these ofc, this is chatter and hopefully food for ideas, not a request 😳

- who has visible birth marks, freckles

- who wears glasses/contacts, what do their eyes look like

- who has nervous tics

- what are their signs and when are their birthdays

- lefthanded or righthanded and how does their handwriting look

- how long is their hair, what are their hairstyles & color, does anybody hide their face behind it

- what is their posture like, how do they dress

- what does their voice sound like, at which volume do they normally speak

- what are their hobbies

- what is their favorite food

- do they have something remarkable about their teeth (like a gap, really pointy canines, a little crooked)

- do the characters know each other, does salaryman work for CEO

- what are they like without their crush around

… I had a boring day today with lots of time to think 🙊❤️

Waaaa thank you so much anon! This will definitely be useful for when i establish their appearances and general description, thank you for taking the time to write and send this! A small sneak peek, Salaryman does work for CEO. I am kind of working on a company ? Maybe security guard next…

For the names, I am not sure yet if the company will be located in Japan or not 🤔 So, it is either both CEO and Salaryman with a Japanese name or not. I like your name suggestions though, especially Hiroto.

I like Yuuki too for Stalker! Though, now that I think about it, I will leave the suggestions open until I actually do the profiles, so people can still chime in if they got ideas!

Thank you again for reaching out anon!

[victorthesilly]

ok so what if I remade my multiverse Precognitiverse (precognition-verse) and I made a father-like trope with killer and nm except that it's nm literally being the emobodiment of a child's hate so therefore he's a little waaa waaaa spoiled child while killers a grown man that got kidnapped by a kid and just went "uyyhmm.okay.what" and suddenly he's a babysitter for nm

What if I make it so that instead of the bad sanses I make it just killer and nm while some random horror works at ccinos cafe with no affiliation and some random dust is a regular at ccinos cafe and I make this into an inde animated story where theres a horrordust sub-plot

What if I make it so that dream rarely ever actually attacks Nightmare because nightmare is just. The feelings that passive nm never told him about.

What if I I I I I I make it so that blueberror n core frisk r friends

What if the entire series is just hurt comfort and it's abt 2 brothers trying to make amends in the worst way possible (beating each other up while crying)

What if I already designed nightmare

What if he always smiles and acts welcoming because he hates his brother but also wants to be his brother and wants to feel loved by everyone

What if

The arts unfinished please don't look at the legs for too long thank you

[labselkie]

WAAAA WAAAAAAHH SHE CARES ABOUT HER WORK SO MUCH

[FLASH WARNING. basic itsv stuff]

[Transcript: “I see multiple dimensions opening! Three, four, and five separate dimensions- It’s unstable, we should stop!”]

by this point, she’s been doing this for a long. long time. if i had to work w kingpin for that long you’d never hear the end of it

w this scene, and her concern at alchemax in her own damn office, i like to chock up her practically manipulating fisk (god forbid a woman has hobbies) as just a final “fuck it it’s all for science now”

by the time the forest chase is finished she knows what’ll happen to fisk’s wife nd son if the machine actually pulls them through, so w her “as many families as you want” line i think she’s gonna use nd hide her knowledge as a way to get back at wilson, horribly ruining his life in the process

but naaah who cares abt ⬛️

[elacular-kink]

Poly-techhic 1

So, this is the first (and currently only) entry in a non-fanfic universe for hiccup fiction. It's about four polyamorous women in college who are all dating each other, all complete disasters, and one of whom has a hiccup fetish. This story does have some hiccups in it, but it's mostly dedicated to introducing the four main characters and their dynamics.

TW: Anxiety, Self-deprecation, big autism energy, accidental misgendering, religious trauma

Kinks: Honestly, mainly just hiccups. And not the most hiccups ever. Also Teasing I guess.

"*HIUK!* Oof! Oh fuck, I–*HUK* fuck, that was waaaa–*UCK*–aaaay spicer than I *HUK-UP!* thought it'd be!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Maya, I should have thought of that! Do you need water?"

"Nah, na–*UCK*–ah, I'm good! *HUK-ULP* Oof, I got my soda."

"And also it's not your fault," I managed to force a few words out of my mouth. Across the table from me, my girlfriend Maya was currently gulping down her soda at a truly horrifying speed while her date, Kiran, fretted over her, flapping her hands anxiously. "You tried to warn her it was too hot, but her dumb ass decided to eat it anyway."

"Oh fu–*UCK* fuck you, dude! *HIC-OLP–urp!* Fuck, 'scuse me–*HEEP*. You know that Li–*HIP* Liv's, like, ninety per–*UCK*–percent of my imp–*HUP*–pulse control!" Maya thumped her chest and let out a larger burp, which didn't help her hiccups, because of course it didn't. She knew perfectly well that it wouldn't. "And you're su–*HUP*–pposed to be the oth–*URK* ten percent, Su–*HOOP* Susie! *HIC–bwoorp* So really this is y–*HURP* your fault! *eeuuurrp* fuck, 'scuse me again. *HULP!* Shit, I think I re–*HEEP* really got the hiccups. *HIUP!* Oof!"

"No fucking kidding." I hoped that I could keep my voice as flat and unimpressed as possible. I also hoped that I would spontaneously develop telepathy so that I could yell at Maya from across the table just by glaring at her, but the world sadly continued being free of superpowers for now. Even if it had worked, I doubted it'd make the grin she kept sneaking me any less shit-eating.

Maya Heffernan was a beautiful fucking nightmare of a human being. She was five foot four with a mane of curly red hair that would have gone all the way down to her ass if she straightened it, which she never did. Her skin was more orange-brown freckles than it was its shockingly pale base, and she was built like a tank, her thighs, arms, and trunk all visibly loaded with muscle and fat. Her bright blue eyes looked even bigger than they actually were through the magnification of her glasses, and the rare times she was seen without a smile were only marginally more terrifying than the common times she did wear one.

Right next to her, currently still not getting that this wasn't in any way her fault, was Kiran Mandal, an over six-foot goddess of a trans woman with a soft, fat, feminine body, dark skin, long black hair, and brown eyes that were always desperately, worriedly flickering around. Her hands would flap in response to most strong emotions, no matter how hard she tried to stop them from doing so. It was really fucking cute.

And across the table there was me. Susanna Butler. Four foot ten. Adopted from China. Tannish skin and short, straight black hair. Swathed in a black hoodie and desperately trying to prevent my stupid girlfriend from eating this poor woman alive while she was actively in the process of torturing me.

Absent from this shitshow was my best friend Olivia, who would have made it so that there were two girlfriends to keep a leash on Maya instead of just one. Without her, this whole operation was basically fucked. And it was particularly fucked now that Maya had given herself the hiccups, because that meant that I was gonna have to continue refereeing this date with a large part of my brain turned off. Or turned on, as the case may be.

Perhaps this required some explaining.

Olivia and I had met Maya last year when she barged into our freshman dorm and demanded we join her for Women's Rugby practice. Olivia decided to go and dragged me along with her, where we found out that Maya was, in fact, just a sophomore and not one of the higher-ranking members of this team. Despite this, she'd managed to bring in the most freshman prospects by far, the vast majority of whom lasted less than a single practice. Those who remained mostly did so because they were already athletes, but a few stayed because they discovered that Maya was actually fucking half of the team.

"Solo Poly". That was what Maya said she was. Granted, this was after she used the more widely understood label of "the classic slutty pansexual polyamorous stereotype." While I still didn't really get it, the gist of what that meant to her seemed to be that Maya was sort of open to making out with and/or fucking just about anyone while still maintaining a bubble of personal autonomy. However, she was also open to having closer, more consistent connections (albeit without any expectations of monogamy or enforced cohabitation on anyone's part), which is what she ended up developing with Olivia and me.

And so now, a year later, I was somehow still on the Women's Rugby team despite consistently getting my shit wrecked, Olivia and Maya were still there because they were actually good at it, and this poor freshman goddess Kiran had been wrenched into a managerial position because Maya noticed that I had a crush on her and decided the correct way to "help" me with that was by starting to date Kiran herself and then dragging me into it too.

It seemed she'd also decided that it wasn't too soon for her to start getting my stupid fucking hiccup fetish involved. Olivia's blunt, autistic ass and Maya's drunken flirtations had resulted in her finding out about it within months of meeting me. Weirdly, I think it was part of what ended up attracting her to Olivia and me as more serious partners. I was honestly really grateful for that, even if I wasn't good at showing it. But I was also unbelievably fucking screwed every single goddamn day because she was not afraid to torment me, and apparently not afraid to do so when on a date with another person either.

"But se–*HEEK*–seriously Kiki," Maya just had to give everyone she was interested in (which was most people) a stupid fucking nickname, and Kiran clearly still wasn't used to hers. "Susie's right. *HMK!* It's super not y–*HUP* your fault that I'm *HLP* a total dumbass."

"Yeah, don't try and take responsibility for the shit she does. You'll be cleaning up her messes forever." Maya stuck her tongue out at me and I flipped her off. Kiran looked worriedly between the two of us, though she'd at least stopped flapping.

"I sti–*IC!* still really liked it though! *HIULP!*" Maya was grinning and I braced myself for whatever the fuck would come out of her mouth next. "Totally wo–*URK* worth getting the hi–*ICCUP*–s for! Even tho–*UCK*–ough they're bouncing my gut and my b–*HOOP* boobs all over the pl---place. Thank god for sp–*HUP* sports bras, am I right? *HICCULP!*" Aaand there it was. Maya deliberately leaned back away from the table, giving me (and Kiran, presumably) a much better view of the rounded belly and boobs compressed under her rugby shirt. Despite their compression, all those round parts were, in fact, bouncing all over the place. I took a deep breath through my nose and thought as hard as I could about baseball. "But see? This–*IC!* is why I just brou–*UCK* brought you to the *HUP* cafeteria for this date. *HMK!* I'd need, like, a–*UCK* all the adderall to *HMK* be on my best be–*HUK*–havior in an act---tual restaurant."

"Don't let her lie to you," I grumbled. "...I mean, she's right, she can't behave like a grown-ass adult, but we're mainly here for my cheap, scruffy-looking ass."

"I-I don't mind!" Kiran had understandably been distracted by whatever the fuck Maya was doing, but the little smile that she got on her face when she said that made my heart just fucking burst. Even though she was visibly still anxious, I couldn't doubt that she meant that when she said it. "I-it's very rare for me to have been in establishments like this, and I've been a bit too nervous to try many times on my own, so this is...this is nice."

We didn't exactly know each other very well yet, since we were only a month or two into the school year, but Kiran was obviously from a super wealthy family. I didn't know quite what tax bracket they were in, but I was positive that it was infinitely higher than mine. The fact that she sincerely wanted to experience things like a college cafeteria was ridiculously endearing to me.

...of course, that also begged the question of what the hell she was doing at this school instead of some Ivy League place, especially considering she was studying some kind of supercomputer-type shit, but hey, if that meant I got to meet her, I couldn't complain.

"You're g–*OCK*–goddamn right this is *ICCUP* nice, Kiki," Maya sat back up and slung an arm over her shoulder. Even if I had the bravery to try something like that with Kiran, I doubted I actually could, given our height differences. Which was a shame, because, from the way she was blushing and wriggling, it seemed like she liked it. "I got a cu–*HOOP* cute girl here, I g---got Susie out of h–*URK*–her dorm room...what e–*ULK*–else could a lady poss–*HIP*–bly need?"

"A psychiatric intervention?" Maya pulled down her eyelid and stuck her tongue out at me, and I couldn't help but snort.

"Um, maybe some water?" Kiran said gently? "I think it could help with your case of the hiccups."

God was I glad I kept my hood up all the fucking time. It'd be suspicious as fuck to hide in it in response to that. Since it was already on, my face was already shadowed, so hopefully no one would notice how the H-word made me blush. Fuckin' Maya.

Fuckin' Maya continued to be fuckin' Maya when she sat up straighter and snapped her fingers. "Right! *HIP!* Good idea!" Kiran started to get up, but Maya pushed her back down. "Nonono–*HOP*–nonono, you stay he–*EEK*–ere. I'm a big gal, I'll g–*UP*–get my own water." There was no way she was actually gonna drink any water. No fucking way. And now my introverted ass was stuck alone with the beautiful girl while half my brain was still trying to listen for hiccups. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"I...I hope that this isn't awkward or anything." Well, now I wanted to slap myself. Of course Kiran thought it was her fault. And from the look on her face, she wanted to slap herself too just for saying that. "I mean, I—I-I know that you and Maya are sort of...dating? But I've also gone on a date with her, and I'm still kind of on a date with her but she brought you here too and—"

"Hey, it's fine, dude." I realized what just came out of my mouth and actually slapped myself this time. "Fuck, sorry. I call everyone dude." Kiran looked away and didn't say anything. I sighed and continued. "It's fine, Kiran. I don't really get how Maya works either most of the time. But I don't mind her being with other people, and I don't mind being around her while she does that. It's honestly kind of cute."

Kiran looked uncertainly down at me. "Cute?" I briefly considered the benefits of sewing my mouth shut. 

Rather than vocalizing those thoughts, I sighed and leaned on one hand, wondering how stupid the massively oversized sleeves of my hoodie made that look. "Yeah. Maya's the kind of person to get stuff out of people. She brings things out that nobody expects. Puts 'em off their guard. It's kinda fun seeing people get all vulnerable with her." Kiran went back to avoiding eye contact in the normal way she did rather than in an anxious way. I folded my arms and slumped down into them, then blew my bangs out of my face. "Not so fucking fun when she does it to me, but I guess that's the price you gotta pay. Can't go out with a chaos agent and not expect some chaos."

"You are so–*HOK*–oooo right, Sus–*EEP!*" I turned to glare at Maya as she jogged back over, an empty cup in her hand. "Sorry, water did–*NKT*–n't work. Still got a se–*HEEK*–irous case of the *HIC-CUPS* here." That motherfucker. She did that on purpose. She did every bit of that on purpose.

"N-no need to be sorry, Maya." Kiran continued to be impossibly sweet. "It's not your fault that you have a case of the hiccups."

"Yes it is," I grumbled from where I was hiding my face in my arms.

"I mean yea–*UCK*, she's right, it kinda–*HUP* is." Well, at least she'd admit it. "Spicy and sod---da togeth–*HURK* are a hiccup nu–*HOOP*–uke for me. *HEEKUP!* You got an–*HEEP*–nything like that, Kik–*HEEK!*? Something that ma–*UCK* makes you hic-hic hi–*ILK*–cup as bad as *HMP* me?" Despite my years of churchgoing, God utterly failed to answer my prayers and smite Maya dead with a lightning bolt.

Kiran pursed her lips. She was genuinely thinking about that stupid question. God, she was so fucking cute. "I don't think so. Not off the top of my head." She looked at me before avoiding eye contact again, but that was normal for her. "What about you, Susan? Do you have any foods that trigger hiccups?"

"Nah." Thank fucking god for all of those theater summer camps and oration extracurriculars my mom forced me to do. "I've got Olivia. She does all my hiccuping for me." And thank fucking god that I'd retained enough from them to even get through the fucking word without stuttering. I'd definitely avoid it moving forward, though, no matter how awkwardly I'd have to phrase shit. I didn't trust myself to get through it twice.

"Oh yeah. *HMK* Liv gets the hiccups a-a–*UCK*–aaalllll the fucking time. *HIUP!* I'm pretty s---sure that Susie put some voo–*HOOP*–doo curse on her and a–*UC*–ctually transferred her hi–*IC*–cups over." Maya giggled and grinned like the fucking supervillain she was. "Somewh---where hidden away Su–*HOOP*–sie has a doll that l---looks just like Liv, and whenev–*URK*–er Susie'd get the–*HUP* the hiccups that doll starts bou–*UP*–b-bouncing and squeaking and stuff. *HMP!* Oof. That was a big one." Motherfucker.

"You want me to make a voodoo doll of your ass too, Maya?" I said. "You shed enough hair, I could definitely do it."

Maya laughed. "God, you're fucking ad---dorable, Susie." She reached over the table to muss my hair under my hood and I took a snap at her, trying to bite off her finger. Sadly, she continued to be some sort of sports demon while I continued to be short and angry, so she pulled away just fine. "Aren't I right Ki–*HEEK* Kiki? Isn't Susie fu–*UCK*–ing adorable?"

"A-aah!" Kiran sat bolt upright, and I could see her brown cheeks get even darker. "I—I, um! I just—"

"Chill, Kiran. I know there's no right answer here." I sat up and grabbed a bread roll from my half-eaten dinner and threw it at Maya's head. "And fuck you, Maya. Don't put people on the spot like that."

"Ugh," Maya rolled her eyes as she started eating the bread I'd pelted her with. "If I don't pu–*UK* put some people on the spot then---they'll never get up ont---to the spot themse–*UCK*–elves. Like you."

"Fuck the spot. I hate spots. Fuck all locations and every dog ever named 'Spot.'" Maya snorted and laughed, then half-choked on her bread. Good. Fuck her.

I just barely noticed that Kiran giggled too. That...that was way better than Maya getting her comeuppance. Way way better.

Kiran caught me looking at her. Fuck. She looked away rapidly. Fucking fuck. "I...I think I'll get up and get myself another drink." Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. She walked off quickly and disappeared into the crowd. God fucking dammit.

"You're fu–*UCK*–ing welcome, Susi–*EEK*." I turned my glare towards Maya who was scowling performatively at me. "You are so---o lucky that you've got oo–*HOOP*–oodles of bad-boy charisma, or you'd nev–*URK* never get any girls."

"Have I ever told you you're going directly to hell?"

Her grin came back. "Awesome, I'll se–*HEEK* I'll see all my friends the–*URK*–ere! Especially yo–*HOUP*."

"Mmf. Got me on that one." I sighed and leaned against my hand again. "'Bad boy charisma' though? Don't bullshit me, Maya. I'm creeping her out. And I'm especially creeping her out thanks to you and your goddamn soda."

"Damn, what's it like *HUP* to be super wrong about everything? *HUKULP* Why do you thi–*IC*–ink you radiate this pe–*HUP*–ervy energy all the time? *HIULP* You don't. Is this some kind of we---eird catholic thing? 'Cause Li–*HUP* 'cause Liv isn't like this, she's norm–*MMP*–mal."

"Don't say that to her face, she'd be really offended." I squinted. "Also, aren't your ancestors Irish? Shouldn't you know if it's a catholic thing or not?"

"Bruh you think an---nyone was dumb enough to try and pu–*HUT* my ass in a church?"

"...got me there too."

"Look, your myst---sterious vibes are sexy, dude. Pe–*HEEP*–ople wonder where you a–*URK*–are whenever you're not around. Nobody kno–*HUK*–ows that you just play Mari–*OUP* Kart all day."

"You do and you're still fucking me."

"I mean yeah, but I'm spe–*UCK* special like that."

I huffed out a laugh. "Won't argue with you on that one. You are truly one of a kind, Heffernan. Thank god."

"Yeah, the wo–*URK*–orld couldn't handle two of me."

"Um, h-hello, girls. I'm back." I was surprised I hadn't seen or heard Kiran approaching us. For as gorgeously tall and fat as she was, she could be weirdly stealthy sometimes. She put two glasses of water down on the table, then held out a bread roll to me. "I, um, noticed you...lost your first one."

I snorted. "That's one way to put it. Thanks, Kiran. That's really sweet." She nodded rapidly and I started eating the roll that she'd got me. "You thirsty there?"

"Well, yes, but I also thought that maybe Maya could try drinking water again. It seems kind of dangerous, eating around all those hiccups."

God, she really was fucking sweet. What an angel. And just like an angel, she was also saving my ass. I smirked at Maya. "Well, May-May?" She glared at me, and I knew she hated that. "You're not gonna deny this water of life, are you? Haven't you watched that video about that one Robert Heinlein book with the sex cult? This is a sacred bond you're setting up here."

Maya glared more and huffed, and Kiran started flapping her hands nervously. "Um, you don't have to drink if you don't want to—"

"Nah, that'd be silly. *HMP* Not drinking a thing that a re---ally cute girl brought me? *HIUP* Fuck no." Maya took a first sip of water and I immediately knew I was saved. All it took was a little water and she and her goddamn hiccups would fuck the fuck off. "...shit, it worked this time!" She was good at acting like that was actually a surprise. If my legs could reach, I would have kicked her shins under the table. "Damn! Cute girl water really has some power! Thanks, Kiki!"

Maya hopped to her feet, and before Kiran knew what was happening, she'd stood on her toes and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. A split-second later, Kiran squealed and hid her face in her hands. "Fuck, that's cute," I said, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Right, dude?" Maya smooched the hands Kiran was blocking her face with, getting another squeak out of her. "She's super blushy and shy! Kiki cured my hiccups, but I can't cure all those blushes she's got in her cheeks."

I rolled my eyes and used the opportunity of Kiran having her eyes covered to give Maya the finger. Maya returned one in kind. "Let the girl live, Heffernan. Sit down so she can recover." Despite the grouchy noises she made, Maya complied and sunk back into her seat. Kiran carefully, shakily returned to her own seat, folding her hands in her lap when she saw she was flapping them. "There you go, Kiran. Take a break from Hurricane Maya. You can chill for a minute." After a long moment of squirming and nervous noises, Kiran anxiously tilted to the side, then pressed a kiss as quickly as she could to Maya's cheek before pulling away. "Atta girl."

"Hell yeah, Kiki! Kiss the girl points!" Maya slapped her back and I wondered if I had imagined the popping vertebrae I heard. The noise Kiran made sounded more surprised than pained, so I wasn't too worried. "We'll graduate you to kissing girls' lips in no time, cutie!"

"Eh, what's the rush?" I said. "She may be some kind of genius, but she's still a freshman. She's got four years."

"I don't got four years, Susie! I only got two! And I wanna kiss this girl a lot!"

"You wanna kiss everyone a lot."

"I mean yeah, but her especially!" Maya pulled Kiran's hands away from her face. From the angle, I couldn't see Kiran's expression, but I could see Maya's. It was her other smile. Her soft one. Her warm one. The one she wore for me when we first got together. Damn. She really did want to kiss her especially. Not that I blamed her. "My emo-ass girlfriend is right though." I rolled my eyes, but with how soft her voice was, it felt pretty performative. "You've got time. You've got all the time in the world, Kiki. So kiss whatever girls wherever and whenever you like. I'd love it if one of them was me and one of the places was my lips. And I'd especially love it if the time was soon. But that's up to you." She pressed a kiss to the tip of Kiran's nose, then another to her forehead before letting her hands go and sitting down again. "God knows you'll be good at it, though. You've got super kissable lips." Kiran groaned and covered her face again.

The rest of dinner was relatively incident-free, as much as any meal with Maya could be. But I had a feeling she was planning some bullshit, and at the very end, I realized what it was. "Oh, shit! Just remembered I wanted to go to the gym today! Sorry, Kiki! Sorry, Susie! I gotta go pump my lats or some other muscles, I dunno what they're called." I didn't even get a chance to respond before she leaned down and kissed me on the lips, then popped up and smooched Kiran's cheek. "Bye, cuties!" And she was gone.

"...Somehow I keep forgetting how fast that bitch can move." I stared out into the mid-October dark that'd fallen. "You'd think I'd remember it better with how many times she's tackled me. Guess all those micro concussions are adding up." Kiran didn't say anything, and when I looked up at her, I saw that she was playing with her fingers. She was playing with her fingers in the desperate, uncomfortable way that told me she was doing everything she could not to flap. I'd gotten pretty good at reading autistic people thanks to Olivia. It wasn't one-to-one, but I'd noticed some commonalities, and I also thought I could make an educated guess as to what she was anxious about. "Hey. Kiran." She looked down at me, eyes wide, having flinched slightly at my voice. "Your off-campus place is a little way out from here, yeah?" She nodded. "You want me to walk with you there?"

"I—!" Her back straightened and she started actually flapping, not seeming to realize she was doing it. "I-I wouldn't want to impose or—"

"I'm offering 'cause I'm offering. And you can say no if you want." I shrugged. Hopefully she actually believed me when I said that. I realized after starting on this that I could come across as a creepy stalker.

"...no." Yeah, that made sense. She surprised me by grabbing my sleeve when I started to leave though. "N-no, I mean...I don't want to say no. I'd really appreciate it. If you walked with me."

God dammit. I was smiling like a fucking moron. I just knew I was. And now I'd have to thank Maya for ditching us. Fucking devious. "Alright. Let's get going then. I'll let you lead the way." As we started walking along the campus sidewalks (and Kiran studiously avoided unpaved desire paths carved into the grass), I noticed that she was rapidly rubbing her arms. Her short-sleeved dress had seemed a little off for the weather, now that I thought about it. "Hey. You okay?"

"O-oh, yes, I'm fine!" She tried to smile down at me. I could see goosebumps on her skin though. "I, um, I should have checked the weather report before leaving. That's absolutely my fault. I really need to—" Her voice stopped as I held out my hoodie to her. "...um?"

"It's zippable. It probably wouldn't be able to close over your chest, but you can wear it like a cape and keep your arms warm at least." She stared down at me and my hoodie and I sighed. "Come on, Kiran. Don't make me admit that I'm too short to put it on your shoulders."

"It's...it's yours though," she said softly.

"So? Why do you think I wear clothes two sizes too big? It's exactly for shit like this." As a matter of fact, it was actually because I insisted on not shopping in the kids' section and had to suffer the consequences, but it also happened to help with shit like this. And saying it that way sounded a lot cooler.

"Won't you be cold?"

"Nah." The wind was biting a little, but I shrugged. "I'm wearing jeans, so at least my ankles are toasty. You keep your upper half warm. I've got my lower half."

"Th...thank you, Susan." Kiran slowly took my jacket off of my arm and threw it over her shoulders. She definitely wouldn't be able to zip it, I'd been right about that, but having the dense, black fabric draped over her arms clearly helped. I smiled at her, then motioned for her to lead the way.

The first part of the walk was blessedly silent. Or awkwardly silent. I wasn't sure which. It wasn't raining right now, but it had previously, so the leaves were damp and pasted to the sidewalks. I tried to figure out in my head if I'd be able to catch and stabilize Kiran if she slipped on one of them, despite the answer obviously being "no". While I was trying to make the math math on that, though, my train of thought abruptly derailed with a "*HEEK!*" I turned way too fast and stared way too hard at Kiran, who had both hands over her mouth. She looked down at me and quickly closed her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, excuse me!"

"...'sfine." I just barely stopped myself from automatically adding "dude" to sound casual. "It's just a single."

"A single?" Fuck.

She'd pulled her hands away from her mouth and started walking again, so I kept walking with her, but I could feel her eyes on me. I kept my face turned away, pretty sure my cheeks were bright red, and I shrugged. "Like, just one. When you're friends with someone who h-hiccups like Olivia—" fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck "—you start having to classify shit. Get some fucking...phylums or something for them."

I heard her stifle a giggle, and my brain started being slightly less on fire. It still desperately drooled for one of those giggles to set off another hiccup though. God dammit. "Phyla. I see. That makes sense. Hiccup taxonomy." We kept walking and I kept thanking god for the cold because that was the only thing keeping my head from exploding. "You've been Olivia's friend for a long time, right?"

"Eh, yes and no. I mean yes, we were friends all through high school."

When I glanced back at her, she tilted her head. "I thought she said at some point that you met in preschool."

"We did, yeah. But then she went to public school and I stayed in catholic school. Fuck those little skirts, by the way. Never wearing a fucking skirt again. Not if I can help it. But, uh, I think that she thinks all those years in between didn't count or something, 'cause she just tried to pick right back up where we left off when I met her again. It was kinda awkward, but Olivia's super perceptive, and she was able to tell I actually did want to be friends." She was able to tell a lot of complicated things. I owed a whole lot to her and her ability to hear the words people weren't saying. And her openness. And her bluntness. And her everything. Goddamn, I owed her so much.

"...I'm a bit envious of her for that." I looked up and she met my eyes, then darted away and started flapping anxiously. "F-for her ability to understand people like that! N-not for her knowing you in high school or preschool. Um, n-not that I would have minded, of course! B-but it's probably not an appropriate thing to—"

"Chill, Kiran. Take a breath. You're fine." I took a deep breath to demonstrate, and after a second she nodded and followed along. "I get it. I'm jealous too. I dunno if I'm as perceptive as she is, but I definitely can't just...say shit the way she can."

"You can't?" She sounded surprised. "But you're so ru—...uh!"

I laughed. "Rude? Ruthless? Ruminating openly on ways to kill Maya? I mean, yeah, I can say all that mean shit. And I can tell people exactly what they can go and do with themselves. I'm really good at that. But saying stuff I actually want to say? Nah. Not unless I wrap it in seven or eight layers of irony first."

Kiran looked away in a different way from her normal avoiding eye contact. "...is there a way that I can tell?"

"Hm?"

"A way I can tell. When you're saying something ironically."

I frowned. "I dunno. I guess you could ask me...if you feel comfortable doing that." The way she shrunk in on herself told me she didn't. "...I'm not walking you home ironically, just for the record. Don't even know how I could do that. But I'm doing it 'cause I want to." I bit the inside of my lip and tried to force words out of my fucking face. "I'm doing it 'cause I...know that it sucks when Maya leaves you in the lurch." Dammit dammit dammit!

"Ah." She sounded...disappointed. God fucking dammit.

"...and 'cause I have fun talking to you." Fuck. Okay. Apparently, that was emotionally neutral enough for me to fucking say it. I still felt like I was going to explode though.

The feeling got worse when I felt her eyes weighing down on me. "You do? I..." she laughed softly, and when I sensed her turn away, I looked up and saw a sad smile on her face as she picked at her nails. "I've been told that I'm not much of a conversationalist. I either say too little or I monopolize everyone's time."

Oof. Yeah. I'd heard Olivia talk about struggling with that before too. That gave me a little knowledge of what to do though. "Well, I don't mind not talking. And it's not like I use any of my time wisely. So whichever way it swings, I'm fine with it."

"You are?" 

She was looking somewhere to my left, but I knew I was in her peripheral. So I smiled. "Yeah. And if I'm ever not, I'll let you know. You've seen me with Maya, you know that if someone's annoying me I'm gonna tell 'em about it. 'Cause I'm not much of a conversationalist either. I use words like a serial killer uses upholstering equipment: incorrectly and with malice." Kiran let out a shocked laugh, then quickly covered her mouth. I chuckled.

God, she was so fucking cute.

We'd reached the house that she was staying at. I wondered why she was staying off-campus as a freshman. Was it for privacy? She was openly trans, but having a roommate might have still been awkward. I didn't get much more time to think about it as Kiran surprised me by draping my hoodie back over my shoulders. It was so much warmer from her. "Um, th...thank you for walking me home, Susan. I..." Her hands were flapping again. "I enjoy talking with you too, goodnight!" She spat all the words out in less than a second, then ducked through the door and slammed it behind her.

I just barely managed to keep myself from laughing. Laughing at that would be such a dickhead move, but...fuck. Instead, I zipped my hoodie back up, basking in how warm the body of it felt as I pulled out my phone and started walking back to the campus.

Susie Q(ueer): Date's done. Think I'll stop by the music hall before I head back though.

Olivia E. Jones: Mind if I join you? I'm at a 4 right now.

Susie Q(ueer): Pff. After what Maya did to me a four's fucking nothing.

Olivia E. Jones: I don't think that's how your thing actually works.

Susie Q(ueer): I think I'd know better than you about my own fetish.

Olivia E. Jones: Are we actually using the words now?

Susie Q(ueer): Fuck!

I quickly edited the message above, replacing "fetish" with "brain".

Susie Q(ueer): No! No, we are definitely not using the words now! Fuck, thanks for catching that.

Olivia E. Jones: I still think this is stupid.

Susie Q(ueer): I know. And I still owe you for doing it anyway.

Olivia E. Jones: Maya's going to break you down at some point. And then we can finally use words that actually mean what words mean instead of inventing some kind of dumb thieves' cant for only two people.

Susie Q(ueer): The terrifying thing is that you might be right.

Olivia E. Jones: I'm always right. I'll bring your guitar.

Susie Q(ueer): Thanks.

When I reached the music hall, Olivia was already there waiting for me. She was noodling with my guitar, and I was very happy to hear that she hadn't tried to tune or detune it and was just playing random notes instead. Olivia was tall and thin with very dark skin, and she kept her tightly coiled black hair just a little too long to be called a buzz cut. She glanced up at me when I walked in, her reading glasses hanging from a chain around her neck like she was some kind of librarian. Even after three years of her having them, I still wasn't used to it. "Hey Su---sanna. You look happy. *mmp*."

"Do I?" I touched my face. My mouth didn't feel like it was smiling.

"You look hap---py to me."

"Yeah, well you're psychic, so that doesn't count." I walked over and stole my guitar back, tuning it.

...that left her stomach covered by nothing but her long-sleeved turtleneck. It jolted out hard, and I was close enough to hear the thump in her chest. I blushed. That was okay though. Around Olivia, it was okay to blush.

I still tried not to stare though. "Anyway, you got any requests?"

"Something by Ta---Taylor Swift."

I groaned. "Ugh, why is my best friend such a basic bitch?"

"We can't all be c---cool enough to listen to ban---nds with names like...*hmp* Phallic Cymbal or...*hmp* Üümläüt."

"Love how you waited to make sure you didn't interrupt the names." I glanced at her. "Hey, you don't need to hold those in if you don't want to."

"I'm not, they're juh---just like this tod---day."

"Okay. Cool. Now let me figure out a song that's not about young love or new relationships or some heterosexual bullshit like that."

"Don't pre---pretend that you don't know ho---ow to play them already."

I sighed and put my guitar down, moving over to the piano bench instead. "Yeah yeah, call my bluff, why don't you. Here. Have a sad song about people who suck at relationships."

"Isn't that---also heteros---sexual bullshit?"

"Yeah, but at least it'll make you feel bad." I lifted my hands over the keyboard, then gawked as Olivia hopped up onto the instrument's closed lid. "Hey. Darla Dimple. Wanna get your butt off my piano?"

"It's not y---your piano." She pulled her legs up.

"Oh come the fu—at least don't put your shoes on it, christ." She paused and removed her sneakers, dropping them beside the piano before crossing her legs in just socks. "...yeah, walked into that one, I guess. Seriously, what the hell are you doing?"

Olivia maneuvered herself until she was facing me. She sat mostly straight, so I could see the way each hiccup made her belly punch out, her chest jump, her shoulders rock, and her head snap back. "You ne---need to get better at be---ing distracted while you play."

"Oh fuck off," I glared at her.

She shrugged. "You can't m---make me."

After a long moment, I sighed and started playing the goddamn Taylor Swift song. "Yeah. I can't. Lots of stuff I can't get rid of lately." Olivia, Maya...

But somehow I found myself hoping I'd get even more.

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Hi, there! :D Here again, second and last resquest if it's not too much trouble.

Reader (Fem or Neutral) x Silver

Activity: After the dance

Theme: Angst And maybe Romantic

Scenario:

I was envisioning a angst scenario where Silver asks the reader to go to the dance together, but Silver accidentally falls asleep and doesn't attend the dance, leaving the reader alone. Melancholic Silver meets the reader after the ball; waiting in the dark of the place in complete solitude in the ballroom 🥀

I hope it is not a very complicated request, everything at your time and without pressure, thank you 🌠✍️🌌

Thanks for joining my event! I'm not the best with angst (it just turns so fluffy somehow), so I hope I hit the mark here. Enjoy!

Crowley was the worst.  Or was he?  You can’t say you are very happy with your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) right now either.  He’d ditched you at the dance.  Well, not just the dance, he’d blown you off entirely; not showing up to take you to your planned dinner or escorted you to the venue.  You’d felt sure you’d eventually meet up with him later, but he’d been missing all night.  You’d stood on the sidelines, not feeling right about dancing with other guys when you were in a committed relationship, hoping he’d swoop in at the last minute to whisk you off your feet.  And then you’d forgive him, like you always did.

This time thought, the only one who swooped in was Crowley.  “Ah, Prefect, it appears you are the only one here without a date!  How wonderful!”  You felt your face heat up as you ducked and quickly scanned the room to see who’d heard that embarrassing statement.  “I have a date!” you reply in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.  “Oh!” exclaims Crowley as he exaggerated looks around for your missing date, “Are we pretending to have invisible dates?  Is this what the kids do these days?  Am I on one of those prank Magicam channels?”  You sputter at him, “N.no.  He isn’t here right this minute, but I know Silver will show up soon.”  Really though, you were beginning to question it yourself as well. 

Crowley clears his throat, “Ah-hem!  Well, be that as it may, I need someone to stay behind and sweep up the ballroom floor before they go home.  I wouldn’t want to spoil any budding young romances, so I have, in my boundless generosity, drafted you to fill that position.  Ah, I am so kind!”  You sputter and attempt to follow after him to complain, but Crowley is surprisingly fast when running from problems and you soon find yourself caught up in the crowd with the crow fae fading from view.  Well, this sucks.

“AH HA HAHA!” Ace laughs with a wide grin on his face.  “It’s not fair!  You don’t have a date either!” you complain.  “No but when I saw Crowley coming, I was smart enough to grab onto someone and pretend.”  Deuce guiltily rubs his head, “Sorry, Prefect.”  Then he perks up and places his hand to his chest, “I’m going to go confess to Crowley that I didn’t bring a date either.  Then Ace and I can join you cleaning up!”  Ace goes into a panic, “Waaaa What? No!”  You wave him off, “Nah, its fine.  I have some things to work off tonight anyway.  The solitude will do me good.”  Deuce pats you sympathetically on the back and Ace gives you a small sigh of relief followed by a small smile.  They were good friends but a friend wasn’t what you had been hoping for tonight.

That is how you ended up here, alone in the ballroom pushing a broom long after the party ended.  The rhythmic swish of the broom is meditative, lulling you into a sleepy state.  The lateness of the night and the dimness of the room affect you more and more until you feel as though you might be dreaming.  So, when Silver places his hand on your own, you hardly seem to care.  He was always doing the sweetest things in your dreams, after all.  Then, when he takes the broom from your hands and lowers his head, you realize it is not a dream.  Your dream prince had arrived at last to rub salt in your wounds.  “So, now you can show up,” you reply bitterly. 

Silver hangs his head low, “I know it is no excuse, but I didn’t mean to be late.  I fell asleep again.”  You pull the broom from his hands and turn your back on him as you resume sweeping.  After a few swooshes of the broom being the only sound you ask, “So why show up at all?”  He looks up at you with a sad smile, “Sebek found me and scolded me.  He told me if I left a partner like you alone at the dance someone would steal you away.”  That makes your lips twitch up into a small smile before you catch yourself and return to frowning.  It was hard to tell if Sebek liked you or not.  Sometimes he’d berate you and call you ‘human’ in that belittling voice but then there were times like these where he truly took care of you. 

“Well, he is right.  How do you know some other knight hasn’t come along to sweep me off my feet?” you peevishly ask.  He tilts his head, “If you find someone else, I’ll accept it and be happy for you.”  You sigh and swing around, swatting Silver in the chest, “No, you are supposed to be upset and try to reassure me about your love.”  He smiled at you sadly, “You already know how much I care for you, or you wouldn’t always be forgiving me.”  He had a point.

You kick your foot, sweeping it across the floor while you thought.  “Fine.  Since you didn’t come to the dance to sweet me off my feet, you can try to make it up to me by sweeping the floor.”  Then you hold out your broom to Silver.  “Right,” Silver replies seriously, accepting the tool and setting to work.  You head over to a bench and sit down, glad to have a moment to rest.  The knight was used to physical activity and quickly made progress on your assigned chore.  You drape your arm over the side of the bench and lay your head on top of it to sleepily watch him work.  It was like watching an odd sort of dance between a prince and his ‘princess.’  Somehow, you were jealous. 

“So,” you called out coldly to the ballroom, “you like ‘her’ better than me?”  Silver gives a start and looks at you in confusion.  “Your wooden jezebel there,” you say as you nod your head toward the broom, “Such find golden hair and a slim figure; the prefect princess for you.”  Silver holds out the broom, giving it a long look, “I don’t understand, Prefect, it’s just a broom.”  Maybe it was the lack of sleep but suddenly, you felt compelled to make a move, however silly it was.  “No, that is my competition and I’m not letting them steal you away.”  You cross the room and grab the broom from his hands and fling it away.  “I thought you might need a demonstration and, since I’m in a better mood now, I decided to give you one,” you tell him before doing your best attempt to maneuver him into a dip.

Silver looks up at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape.  Then he smiles slightly, “I see.  What should I say now?  Something like, ‘My Hero,’?”  You smirk back at him, happy that he is playing along, “That’s right.  Now that I’ve defeated my rival and swept the fair maiden off his feet, well, I think its time I finally got my dance.”  Then you pull Silver back up to stand and hold out your hand.  He smiles and places his hand in yours.   You place your hand on Silvers back and shoulder and lead him into a silent waltz.  After a few minutes of dancing you ask, “Well, was it worth waking up for?”  He looks at you with a dreamy smile, “Am I awake?  I remember doing this with you before; once upon a dream.” You smile and lead your ‘sleeping princess’ into another dance.  The night sky overhead was full of stars and you were happy to spend the remainder of the night dreaming with Silver on the dance floor.

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Can we get Ichiro hc's about his type in a person?

NOTE - that's actually such a cute request awie. I can definitely do that for you!

SCENARIO - Ichiro's type in a person?

PAIRINGS - Ichiro x gn!reader

GENRE - hcs, just some sweet wholesome fun!

☇ Ichiro, being that he is the oldest with his younger two siblings, I'd imagine he'd love someone who could easily get along with them, like they'd easily bond with you.

☇ He finds people who are sweet and outgoing his type, like he is able to connect with them more than anyone else.

☇ He loves to be around people who are willingly to let him talk on and on about an anime, or about how his day was,, simple things like that!

☇ He'd definitely like someone who had at least one anime in common. I know for a FACT he would find out you liked one of his favorite shows and start to ramble on about it for hours.

☇ One of my personal HCs for him is that he gets quite nervous or flustered when he is with his S/O. So he'd absolutely love someone who had patience or got as flustered as he did!

☇ He doesn't care much about someone's height, but someone smaller would be ideal for him. He'd love to set his S/O down in between his legs and cuddle them, letting their body just fall into shape with his.

After a long long day of work, both you and Ichiro working at the odd jobs, helping everyone who needed it, you were both stumped! You slumped down onto the couch beside your boyfriend with a huff "there were a lot more things to do today, huh" Ichiro sighed beside you, resting his hand on either sides of his thighs. "yeah,, all my bones hurt waaaa". You let out a small sigh, catching the attention of Ichiro, and his brain. "do you want to-- mm" he was flushed a light pink, leaving you confused when you looked over and he wasn't even looking at you to begin with. "do what?" to your surprise, he just decided to gently grab you and set you in-between his legs, wrapping his arms around you and capturing your hands in his. "you said your bones hurt so. . I am trying to make it better. .?" You let out a short giggle before holding his hands back "you could have just said so, silly"

Hope you enjoys dear requester!