#I'm gonna say the preference formed first

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𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌

in which chris receives a song request from an anonymous, old pal.

wc: 1.3k notes: writing this in honour of taylor getting her songs back :,)) i can finally say that i've always loved the old versions of her songs because TV just don't hit the same IAMSOSORRY. ok bye for now. will be back soon! divider by @bernardsbendystraws :)

The old radio station booth smelled of dusty vinyls and microwave-heated pocket pizzas. Most probably because that is what Chris tends to snack on during his night shift as a college radio DJ. Alongside the numerous crumpled Pepsi cans and mint gum wrappers that he chewed on to keep himself awake. Being a college radio DJ was not exactly a glamorous job, other college students would prefer working in an environment where they could roam around freely and have their sleep schedule undisturbed during the night. But as someone who loved music and had a knack for talking, it was the perfect job for Chris.

It was nearing the end of an uneventful shift for him, a Saturday night where everyone in his social circle was out clubbing, drinking, partying or even stuck deep in their campus library pretending to not be on TikTok for hours. The brunette stood in a squeaky office chair alone, the green glow from the computer screen and console of the booth accompanying him whilst he played song requests that tend to come sporadically.

No one listens to the radio anyway.

Yawning mid-transition of an ABBA track and an indie lo-fi study song, Chris was notified of a new request at the empty queue— a name, message and song title appearing after an online form was filled.

Yes, finally a real request, he thought.

Upon seeing the details, he blankly stared at the screen, the fading electric piano tune and gentle snare of drums played alongside his confusion before he unmuted the mic to introduce the anonymous wish.

“Okay, who’s pranking me right now?” he chuckled, “Looks like we have a mysterious person requesting an infamous teenage angst classic… for me. Unless this is for some other Chris, I guess I'm gonna be serenaded on air. Here’s a throwback to middle school heartbreak, You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.”

He pressed a few buttons on the console, muting his mic which allowed the first few chords of the song to play. Typically, he would bop his head along to the classics that he knew as a child, but something within Chris’ head nagged at him. The message was intriguing and he understood that it tugged his memories, but who would do such a thing?

Sage, his girlfriend sure loved to play jokes and pranks on him. But it was unusual for her to call during his working hours, especially when she was out at a sorority party with her friends. She was not a big Taylor Swift fan, claiming that it felt too high school for her and it was a phase that she had already outgrown. Considering the time, Sage was probably busy downing shots by now, the chance for her to fill in a form that sober seemed too far. Moreover, she was not the type to exactly write a request as she was not even an avid listener of Chris’ radio segments. Said it was cute, but then simply brushed it off, forgetting about it.

The request felt… different. Something that was carefully chosen and typed. Something that felt personal and not ironic. Nor humorous.

Chris allowed the song to finish, drowning out the last few notes to play out until he unmuted his mic, startling listeners, if there was even any, with a half-laugh on air, “Apparently, that was for me. I don’t know. Thanks Mysterious Requester for the late night serenade. You’ve got great taste in vintage angst.”

After he was done with his short commentary onto why he thinks kitchen tongs would be a perfect weapon against a zombie apocalypse (he debated that the tongs could help in removing the already rotting and peeled-off organs of a zombie), he bid his shift and listeners goodbye with a soft instrumental mix and switched off the lights of the studio, putting his hoodie over the black beanie-clad head while a green backpack clung over one shoulder as the other was putting on a puffer jacket.

Chris opened the door to go outside, waving goodbye to the security guard who knew who he was and tends to listen to his show from time to time, “Nice request ya got there, kid. See ya again next week!”

He was blasted with cool air, the snow now piling up the streets of Boston but he digressed from taking the bus, opting to take a walk instead. Needing some time to think.

“Heard you got a Taylor Swift request last night?” Sage brought up, perched on the edge of his bed, voice casual but knuckles closed into a tight fist, her long burnt orange stiletto nails forming crescents on the inside of her palm.

Chris looked up from his phone and turned around to face her, “Yeah, weird, right? Said it was from someone I had helped once.”

“Helped how?” she questioned, jealousy evident in her tone.

“I dunno,” he shrugged and mindlessly answered, “Maybe someone from my class? The next-door neighbour? Who knows.”

“And she just happens to send a love confession through that song by Taylor Swift?”

“Babe, we don’t even know if it’s a girl. Don’t assume stuff,” Chris answered, voice firm and dominant, clear that he was not in the mood to argue. Especially not on a Sunday afternoon where he was supposed to be spending it with his girlfriend cuddled in between his arms, listening to her talk about last night’s party. The on-going “Will he, will she” between her best friend and a frat brother. The new barman who kept offering her free drinks. Anything.

Chris rested his back against the wall to face Sage, “Besides it wasn’t even a confession. Just an innocent 'thank you'.”

She flicked away his hands that were about to cup her face in reassurance, choosing to cross her arms instead.

“It’s literally a song about stealing someone’s boyfriend, Chris.”

He winced at her actions, eyebrows now raised, “Well, if you put it like that…”

“Right,” her voice flat as her phone buzzed, “You know what? I’m gonna go out. I need some rest.”

Sage stormed out of his room and out of his house, not bothering to say goodbye when she was met with a long silence from Chris, the stillness stretching between them like radio static when he did not answer right away.

Sending her off through his bedroom window on the second floor of his house, he glanced over at the house next door. Brick red walls pestered with ivy but front porch still lively and festive with a bunch of decorated Christmas trees, big red bows and a wreath made of acorns, ivy and poinsettias hung in contrast against their beige-coloured door.

The view of their porch was not the only thing visible from his windows as his room was located adjacent to a particular room. He could faintly see someone's silhouette against the lavender curtains, sitting at their bedroom window with their head down, as if writing something.

Chris tried to remember the girl who used to live there and how she looked like, until a memory played in his head like an old 16mm film, grainy and blurry scenes against a sepia landscape; the voice of a crying girl, the loud bark of a golden retriever followed by the giggling and warm laughter bringing him back to when they first met as tweens.

Could it be her? he said to himself in the silence.

Later that week, during his next shift, Chris refreshed the request queue obsessively, hoping for another ‘Anonymous’ to pop up with a message directed to him. But to no avail.

He played the usual tracks, not ABBA this time, but a classic Fleetwood Mac song and some disco from the Bee Gees before he closed it off with the finishing lo-fi instrumental mix that he always played for students who came across his show while studying.

But somewhere between the static and the tune of the gentle bass guitar humming throughout the booth, Chris found himself staring into the distance, wondering if she was listening to the radio station, or specifically his segment, at this late hour.

The thought of her filled his head as he continued to look vacantly and wonder why that idea did not feel weird at all.

[fxirybun]

☕ PAC: some facts about your next partner

not my usual way of making a pac reading ‘cause this time i'm gonna use the bullet form ^_^

this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly ჱ̒ ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

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𐙚 came from a very rich family or has a wealthy background.

𐙚 they're not into "labels" or jump into a relationship quickly.

𐙚 may possibly have a small circle of friends in their life.

𐙚 an introvert or a quite type , your next partner prefers to be lowkey.

𐙚 has this magnetic charm that makes others feel drawn by them without even trying.

𐙚 mysterious to the point you won't figure them out right away.

𐙚 may prolly be into something artsy stuff.

𐙚 very independent and doesn't like clingy people around them.

𐙚 has a resting b*tch face or rbf look.

𐙚 has a lot of goals in their life they wish to achieved now.

𐙚 is very successful with their career , earns a lot of money from it.

𐙚 you're expected to meet them in some random , unplanned way. a possibility of a friend who will introduce you to this person.

𐙚 may have issues with their family but still has a lot of fond for them.

𐙚 super practical with their things and doesn't tend to overspend.

𐙚 this person is into slow burn romance when it comes to love.

𐙚 it takes time to get to know them 'cause they be hiding something.

𐙚 your next partner has trust issues due to their past.

𐙚 they've gone through a lot which has changed them drastically.

𐙚 knows how to bounce back from whatever the universe has thrown at them.

𐙚 they're worth the effort to go for them so..

𐙚 once they're starting to open up to you , they're all in for the ride.

𐙚 geez once you got into a rs with them , they're gonna be hella flirty.

𐙚 their love language is words of affirmation , a smooth talker.

𐙚 loves giving tons of compliments to make you feel confident about yourself.

𐙚 the type to surprise you with little things that you may not notice.

𐙚 an example is trying to match with your pfp whilst you're unaware.

𐙚 emotional af 'cause they feel things deeply. once they care , they're gonna care hard.

𐙚 is into aesthetics , trying to look good about themselves 24/7.

𐙚 may into decorating their room or space that suits their taste.

𐙚 possibly into spirituality or at least has a belief on something.

EXTRAS : water , fire , & earth energies , leo , aries , cancer , virgo , capricorn , sun , venus , mercury , saturn , very intuitive or psychic , has daddy vibes / dom , puts faith in the universe , sees things that others don't , knows how to balance their schedule , 4 , 6 , 3 , 2 , E , Z , Y , B , L , 10:10 , 3:33 , 666 , 555 , 4:44 , paris , dove , leaf , heart , anchor.

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𐙚 they're a bit guarded with their emotions at first.

𐙚 doesn't fall in love very easily , is lowkey bad at catching feelings.

𐙚 slow to open up at first but once they do they're gonna act deep.

𐙚 very active online , always stay on trends about what's going on.

𐙚 not into dating apps , you may meet them irl , or through social media. may also try to slide into your dms.

𐙚 may not be into oversharing but once they feel comfortable you'll be shocked about the things they gonna say.

𐙚 your next partner can be the type who asks a lot of questions.

𐙚 super curious to know things , can be a yapper at times.

𐙚 loves to engage in deep convos with others , they're very smart.

𐙚 their mind runs in motions ‘cause they be absorbing a lot of infos.

𐙚 knows how to create jokes or just them acting all witty.

𐙚 an info junkie , gives random facts , trivias , or conspiracy theories.

𐙚 the type who's a workaholic , they be grinding their ass off to work.

𐙚 may have multiple jobs : one main & other a side hustle / freelance.

𐙚 has a perfectionist streak , tends to double-check everything.

𐙚 always going through a glow-up process in their lives.

𐙚 your next partner can be a bit sentimental about their past.

𐙚 example is still keeping their fave hoodie back from high school.

𐙚 lowkey a romantic person but doesn't show it in obvious ways.

𐙚 a detail freak , they be noticing the tiniest things you wouldn't even think of.

𐙚 even though they're serious they still got their playful energy within them.

𐙚 not the most to be open but very loyal once they're in for a rs.

𐙚 has a good relationship with their mother.

𐙚 your next partner is wiser beyond their years.

𐙚 they do vibe checks on others due to how intuitive they are.

𐙚 can read the room and know what's going on.

𐙚 very talented in one area , whether it's art , music , etc.

𐙚 if someone did them dirty they gonna cut them off quickly.

𐙚 the type who is "forgive but never forget" kind of person.

𐙚 faced a lot of heavy situations yet they remained triumph over it.

EXTRAS : water , earth , & air energies , cancer , gemini , virgo , scorpio , moon , mercury , pluto , dealt with heartbreak before , likes to form connections , may take time to rest as a way to recharge their social battery , waiting for their efforts to come into fruition , 4 , 3 , 2 , H , O , J , C , M , 444 , 5:55 , 1:11 , 12:12 , 4:44 , 666 , clover , star , cupid's arrow , eyeglasses , unicorn.

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𐙚 your next partner is giving golden retriever vibes , likes to hug from behind.

𐙚 the kind of person who can light up the room by just being there.

𐙚 can turn any bad day around with their sense of humor.

𐙚 this person is very responsible with whatever they're doing.

𐙚 acts ambitious and is seen as a go-getter for some people.

𐙚 is patient with everything but may tend to miss out on things.

𐙚 the reason : they think that the world runs on their time.

𐙚 your next partner always think before they do something.

𐙚 you can always rely on them when you need help with tasks.

𐙚 this person acts or seen as the “mother” of a whole friend group.

𐙚 someone who's faithful but can be a lil bit sensitive at times.

𐙚 very creative with something that is seen as an inspiration for others.

𐙚 may have a hidden talent like painting , writing , music , etc.

𐙚 there are tons of people who look up to them as their role model.

𐙚 this person could possibly be a psychic or has a good intuition.

𐙚 a sharp thinker that enjoys engaging in deep conversations.

𐙚 smart and isn’t afraid to speak up their mind about a topic.

𐙚 they take no bs from others and remains true to themselves only.

𐙚 knows how to balance their time with work and relationships.

𐙚 your next partner values honesty in communication.

𐙚 always down for trying new things or having some fun with you.

𐙚 a good support buddy for their friends , has a "ride or die" energy.

𐙚 has a knack for seeing the bright side in every difficult situations.

𐙚 this person is into friendly debates that challenges the norms.

𐙚 they're all about that getting the "bag" and they're serious about it.

𐙚 somehow i kept on getting the lyrics "i need a big boy , give me a big boy" lmao.

𐙚 lowkey has simp vibes or a hopeless romantic but they don't show it right away.

𐙚 has a chill energy or simply the type who has that go-with-the-flow attitude.

𐙚 this person can act as your safe place when life gets messy for you.

𐙚 they don't stress themselves over the little things.

EXTRAS : fire , water , earth , air energies , leo , taurus , virgo , cancer , pisces , libra , gemini , sun , saturn , mercury , moon , neptune , venus , very truthful with their words , this person is physically strong , a lover boy / girl at heart , loves the whole ides of romance in general , has a strong spiritual ties with their ancestors , 1 , 2 , 8 , 7 , C , I , V , R , S , 12:12 , 3:33 , 999 , 666 , 777 , music note , monkey , made with love , rose , fairy.

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Part One

They don't tell anyone. Not about the marriage certificate, at least. Buck comes back from his conference with a new-old boyfriend and money exchanges hands despite protest from the losers that Bobby had inside knowledge.

(He did not.)

They put the rings away. They talk a bunch of shit out that they'd only skimmed the surface of on the patio of that dingy bar.

Buck buys him that beer.

Finally.

Things are - things aren't easy. Buck skips ahead in his own mind and desperately backpedals before Tommy notices (he hopes). Tommy continues to be tight lipped about things, goes with the flow more often than he should and absolutely hates being called out about it.

Eddie is slow to readjust to having Tommy back in their lives.

With Chris back, he swears up and down he believes Buck that they're both serious about this, but he invites Tommy over less, doesn't involve him in Chris's life as often. Buck tries desperately not to let Eddie's hesitancy inform any of the feelings bubbling in his chest, any of the half-formed futures in his head.

Bobby calls Tommy and they go out for coffee and Tommy spends a week pretending to be so fucking fine about whatever they talked about that Buck starts baking again.

Tommy's abs get a little less defined.

Buck takes him to a gay bar, because they never did that before, never explored anything that wasn't just the two of them, never talked about the community or the history or the impact of being queer. The first time someone approaches their spot at the corner of the bar, Tommy seems to be trying incredibly hard not to read into any of the reactions Buck is having, and failing miserably.

But the thing is. The thing is Buck did this on his own. Petty, unhappy, Tommy's words swirling in his head, he's tried a few dozen times to find another person remotely as appealing as the one at his side, and they'd all fallen short.

When the guy asks Buck if he wants to dance Buck blurts out words before he can think about it that he's absolutely certain are gonna send Tommy spiraling. "Appreciate the offer, but I'm here with my husband. We're celebrating."

The guy blinks. He's young. Younger than Buck, slim and attractive, dark brown eyes and light brown skin that glows golden even in the crappy bar lighting. His gaze darts almost eagerly between them, like he's seeing something he hadn't expected. Something hopeful blooms in his gaze, and Buck - oh.

Buck gets it.

That's a lot of weight to carry just for existing in the world and trying to snatch some happiness from it.

Buck smooths a hand over Tommy's knee and smiles at him, something soft and settled that has been harder to find this time around but still curls up against his spine like it belongs there.

The kid buys them a round and leaves.

"What are we celebrating?" Tommy asks, and Buck pretends not to notice the way his thumb is rubbing over the bare patch of skin where Buck had slid a ring, a few months ago. He's not freaking.

"Whatever we want," Buck says with a shrug, and doesn't mention that neither one of them have brought up the marriage certificate tucked away in Tommy's safe since they got back from Vegas.

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"The Abby thing is still weird," Buck says, breath heaving as Tommy rearranges Buck's legs and tucks himself into Buck's side. They'd spent an evening talking candidly about their exes because Buck can't understand how they went six months without realizing.

Tommy's hands shift through the hair Buck stopped shaving the first time Tommy admitted he preferred it to the baby smooth skin Buck had tried desperately to maintain for the first four months. It's just now feeling normal, after so many years of keeping it smooth.

"I think she'd freak more than you did."

"I managed to implode a six month relationship with my freak, Tommy."

Tommy chuffs a laugh. Slides his calf up and down Buck's lower leg, and despite the fact that Buck has a few more notches in his belt that'd had that same scritch of hair against his, Buck relishes the feel just because it's Tommy.

"You had help." He pauses, though, tips his chin and tucks it against the give of Buck's shoulder. "I'm not implying her reaction was particularly homophobic, but - I think that was the worst part, for her. The fact that I hadn't just lied about how I felt. It was - she assumed I couldn't feel it."

Buck can't help the brow raise. "Tommy, you're a Kinsey six."

"I still loved her."

He's been working his way through romantic vs sexual vs platonic and learning a whole hell of a lot in the process. He gets Tommy's point. He's thrilled that Tommy is still in a sharing mood. It's just -

Tommy shifts, noses into Buck's underarm. Breathes deep, and Buck has to fight the urge to shove him away.

"If I'm totally off base here tell me, but I think you loved her like I love Eddie."

Tommy narrows his eyes. Contemplates. "Tell me again how jealous of his hair you were when you met," he decides on, and shrieks when Buck digs a finger into his ribs in retaliation.

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They fight, and it's thrilling.

They never did that before. Minced their words and apologized and let it all drop away but never actually let it go, and when Tommy gets on a roll he's bitchy as hell. It drives Buck insane. He wants to wring his fucking neck. He wants to take him to the mat and actually learn enough about Muay Thai to stand a chance lasting two minutes. He wants to throw him against a wall and jack him off until he sees stars.

"He wouldn't do the same for me, Evan, so why should I bother?!"

Tommy's dad is dying. According to Tommy, it's days or weeks, not months or years, and Tommy had said it so emotionless that Buck had jokingly tried to check him for panels and plugs and wiring. Tommy hadn't appreciated the robot joke.

"Screw your dad, Tommy! Do it for yourself."

"I'm not like you, Evan! That bridge burned a decade ago. I don't need - ." He pinches the bridge of his nose. Grimaces and sucks in a breath. Usually that means he's yanking back words he knows he'll regret. Rearranging them in his mind until they're less likely to sting. "I don't want a death bed reconciliation any more than I want to be proven right about him."

Buck takes two weeks off to help Tommy plan the funeral.

Tommy tosses the contents of the urn into the ocean two weeks later, and when Buck asks about it, Tommy gives him a shifty look, like he thinks the answer might send Buck running. "He hated the ocean."

It's the last time they talk about his dad, for a while.

[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart, part 15.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of mate marks, trust issues

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Note: I know, I know... It's been wayyyy too long. What can I say? Live happened. Also, I was super unmotivated to write since I didn't know where this story was going. But... I had some intense thoughts about it. So... voilá!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

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Carefully, y/n traces the soft pink skin on her neck. She wishes she had a mirror and looks at the scar that Katsuki left behind. She presses her lips together. Right now, she's sitting in the tub washing off the grime and sickness of the past week. Ever since waking up, Katsuki has been uncharacteristically attentive and careful around y/n.

Part of y/n still wants to be angry with Katsuki but she finds it hard to be harsh towards him when he lingers around her like a shy dog who got punished by its owner. She notices how he tries to keep his hands on himself. Only late at night can she feel him touching her gently when he thinks she's already deep asleep.

There's a rustle from the curtain that marks the doorway back into the tent. Katsuki enters the bath hut without announcing himself. Quickly, y/n tries to cover up herself with her arms.

“Nothin' I haven't seen yet, doll.”, Katsuki comments dryly.

It sours his mood that y/n is clearly uncomfortable with him seeing her naked. He thought that after the marking, she'd feel more relaxed and secure around him, but clearly, that's not the case. Instead of strengthening their relationship, the marking pushed them back. Y/n doesn't seem to trust him like before.

He strides over to the tub and holds out some fresh linen for y/n. Hesitantly, y/n takes the cloth and gestures for Katsuki to turn around.

Katsuki turns around in defeat. He tries to suppress the feeling of annoyance rising within him. He promised to take care of y/n, but he also wants them to be happy, preferably together. This also means gaining her trust again and making her see that there's nothing for her to fear.

He hears how y/n gets up and dries herself with the linen. When he turns around, he helps y/n get out of the tub by extending an arm to her.

Y/n waddles into the tent leaving wet footprints behind her. Katsuki watches for a moment how the footprints start to fade before following her.

Maybe I should get her some slippers. The floor must be cold, Katsuki thinks.

When he enters the tent, he sees y/n wrapped in the linen on the bed brushing her hair with her fingers.

She might need a hairbrush for that long-ass hair, too, he ponders.

Y/n looks up and meets his eyes.

“Are there any fresh clothes?”, she asks him and points towards the pile of old clothes on the floor.

Katsuki understands and pulls out a dress he asked one of the older women to make for y/n. He picked the color red to match his eyes and Drami's scales.

Y/n pulls a face. The dress Katsuki is presenting to her is way too revealing. Not in a I-don't-like-showing-off-what-I've-got way but in a it's-way-too-cold-for-that way. Y/n shakes her head disapprovingly. She doesn't fail to notice the disappointed look at Katsuki's face.

“I can't wear that. I'm gonna be sick. Again. Do you want that?”, she tells Katsuki.

Y/n hops off the bed and strides towards Katsuki's closet and starts pulling out more suitable clothes. Katsuki watches her with a scowl. While he finds it endearing that y/n keeps wearing his clothes, he's a bit disappointed that she refuses the dress he had made for her.

When y/n has found everything she needs, she gestures for Katsuki to turn around again. Katsuki sighs and drops the dress on the bed. Adverting his gaze, he starts peeling an apple.

He hears the rustling of clothes. He looks up again when he feels a dip in the bed. Y/n sits there bundled up in way too many layers of his clothes. Katsuki thinks she looks like a drowned rat in it. None of her attractive features are visible in the baggy clothes she's wearing. For a moment, he wonders if that's how her people dress their women but then he remembers the dress she wore when they first met. Actually, where did that dress go? He should keep an eye out for it.

Katsuki sighs and hands y/n the peeled apple slices he cut for her. Y/n happily grabs the plate and starts munching on one of the apple slices.

“Katsuki, you in there?”, he hears Kirishima call from outside the tent.

“Yes, what do you want?”, he calls back grumpily.

After a short moment of silence, Kirishima calls: “Can I come in or are you indecent?”.

Katsuki can feel the blood rising to his face as he gets up from the bed.

“Shut up shitty-face! Come in and tell me what you want!”, he yells back.

Swiftly, Kirishima enters the tent. His eyes fall onto y/n who gives him a small wave.

“The missus is happy, it seems?”, he asks his friend and leader who only gives him a low grumble in return. Kirishima sighs and shakes his head.

“Look, I know you're the leader and everything but let me give you some advice: Spending time with the mate is all good and well. Y/n having a baby would sure be good news to the tribe, but...”, Kirishima starts and Katsuki throws a mean glace his way.

“... but you also should show your face around the settlement. People are starting to question where their boss is.”, Kirishima finishes.

“What are you telling me, Kirishima? That I'm neglecting my role as chief?”, Katsuki barks back.

Kirishima gives him a blank look.

“Yes, Katsuki, that's what I'm saying.”, he answers his friend. Katsuki growls at that and turns around to y/n who almost finished her apple.

“The men talk.”, Kirishima informs him.

“They always do. What do I care about?”, Katsuki answers.

“They talk about you. That you neglect your duties. That this foreign woman bewitched you. That the course we're steering isn't for the good of the people.”, Kirishima says carefully.

“What course?”, Katsuki snaps at him. Kirishima holds his sharp gaze.

“They say that you're in over your head. They think you're afraid and therefore you restrict the tribe's movements. Some even express that the plan of focusing on women probably won't work considering that your own mate almost passed.”, Kirishima explains matter-of-factly.

At that, Katsuki grinds his teeth. Kirishima is loyal, so he's sure the man is telling the truth. But who do these men think they are? They've never led a whole tribe, let alone trying to save one from extinction.

“Fine”, Katsuki says, “Then let's give them something real to talk about.”

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Y/n watches Katsuki put on his armor. He's been on edge all morning and she doesn't dare to question him about what's going on. He won't understand anyway which will probably put him into an even more sore mood.

Suddenly, Mitsuki enters the tent. She's holding a bowl with a blue paste inside.

“You're a fool.”, she tells his son.

“What?”, he snaps at her while sitting down at the edge of the bed securing a dagger to his side.

“You can't tell me that you think this is a good idea.”, she says but Katsuki only scoffs.

“I'm sure you heard what they say. They start to think I'm an unfit leader. I guess it's time to remind them why I've become their leader in the first place.”, he tells her as he gestures for his mother to

come closer.

Mitsuki only sighs and looks disapprovingly at her son. Then, she steps closer and starts painting stripes and other patterns onto his face and body. Y/n watches intently. She notices that the patterns are different than the ones that were put onto her when she was shown off to the tribe.

“You know I shouldn't be doing this.”, Mitsuki comments.

Katsuki doesn't answer.

“Painting you for war is your mate's task.”, she tells him and Katsuki scoffs again.

“She'll learn in time.”, he replies.

Mitsuki throws a glance at y/n.

“If you say so.”

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After Mitsuki finishes painting Katsuki's body, she leaves the tent. Katsuki takes a moment to ready himself. Once they leave the tent, it will be all high energy until he returns.

He turns to y/n who is watching him intently. When he doesn't say anything, she tilts her head

questioningly.

Katsuki pats her head and gets up. He grabs his sword and secures it to his belt.

Suddenly, they hear drums outside of the tent.

“The drums of war are calling us.”, Katsuki tells y/n, “Time for us to go.”

He gestures for y/n to get up and follow him outside. Y/n does so without complaining.

Outside, it seems as if the whole tribe is on the street. Y/n sees all men wearing similar paint on their faces as Katsuki. Also, they're all heavily armed.

Y/n looks around alarmed. What's going on? Are they being attacked?

Suddenly she spots Kirishima in the crowd. He's wearing a dim expression. Kirishima makes his way over to Katsuki and y/n.

Y/n oggles at the swirling red patterns that were drawn around Kirishima's armor. Katsuki elbows her roughly and she quickly adverts her gaze.

When Kirishima reaches them, he only says: “You're a fool, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I've been told so today already.”, Katsuki grumbles.

“I'm not sure if organizing a raid in Todoroki territory is a smart way of securing the loyalty of your subjects.”, Kirishima points out.

“They need to be reminded that I can easily kill them if I have to. The best way of reminding them is to wring a few necks of Todoroki soldiers.”, Katsuki tells him.

Kirishima gives him a long stare.

“I'm sure that's the best way to make your men believe in your leadership skills.”, Kirishima says sarcastically.

A blonde man passes them and gives Katsuki a clap on the back. Y/n remembers that she had seen him before on the day that they arrived at the settlement.

“We're gonna blast these suckers!”, the man whoops and disappears in the crowd again.

“Denki seems to agree.”, Katsuki notes and Kirishima sighs.

“Denki's an idiot. He'd pick a fight with a bear naked and still think he could win.”, Kirishima complains, but Katsuki only shrugs.

“Do you really think we'll have to fight Todoroki soldiers?”, he asks his chief. Katsuki nods.

“Considering the scouts report and the rising military presence even in the outskirts of the kingdom, we need to be prepared to fight trained soldiers with swords instead of scared farmers with pitchforks.”, Katsuki points out.

Now it's Kirishima's turn to sigh.

“Well, your plan for this raid better be good. I'd really hate to die because our chief's a fool.”, Kirishima replies and starts walking. Katsuki gestures y/n to follow him.

Y/n notes how the entire tribe is walking in the same direction. She didn't know that many people lived in the settlement. There are mostly men and some elderly people. However, she also spots some women here and there. When she tries to smile at them, they quickly avert their gaze.

Katsuki tucks at her arm and pulls her forward. Only then she notices where they are going. Towards the gorge where the dragons live.

The dragons are lined up infront of the gorge. Y/n spots Katsuki's dragon almost immediately. The red one is a lot bigger than all the other dragons, even the mean-looking black ones. At least the green one's not here, y/n thinks and shudders.

She watches as some of the men say goodbye to their loved ones and then heave themselves up on their dragons. She sees a man kissing a woman who looks just out of place like herself. She doesn't seem to enjoy the kiss.

“Y/n”, she hears Katsuki say and she turns to him.

Katsuki is staring sternly in the dragon's direction before turning around to meet her gaze.

“I'll bring glory to you and our tribe.”, he tells her. He doesn't know why he does. It's not like she'd get it.

Softly, he traces the side of her face. Y/n looks up to him with big eyes. He grips her hips and pulls her hips against his.

“I'll come back to ya.”, he promises while running his hand through her hair. Y/n steadies her stance by putting her hands on his chest. Katsuki runs his hand up and down her back before placing it in her hair again. Slowly, he pulls her face towards his and kisses her deeply. Y/n's frozen for a moment, but then she kisses him back carefully.

Eventually, Katsuki pulls back. He places a last kiss on her forehead. Y/n watches Katsuki striding over to his dragon and mounting it. The men cheer.

With a mighty gust of wind, Katsuki and his dragon rise to the sky. Y/n watches as the men follow him. The swarm of dragons set off east and the drums are pounded until the dragons look like tiny ants in the sky.

Y/n turns around and watches the remaining people retreat to the settlement. She's a bit unsure what to do next. Most likely, she can return to Katsuki's tent. But then what? Katsuki and Kirishima are gone and it's not like Nadia will be of any help. Speaking of which, y/n hasn't seen Nadia around anywhere. Did she not come to send off her husband? Probably not, y/n concludes.

Suddenly, a cold, strong hand wraps itself around her arm. Y/n whips her head upwards and is met with a pair of ruby eyes. For a moment, she thinks that Katsuki has returned for her. Of course, that's not the case. It's the woman that Katsuki argued with.

Great, y/n thinks, from all the people helping me out, it just has to be her.

Mitsuki yanks her arm and y/n stumbles after her. They walk back into the settlement in silence.

Mitsuki takes her back to her tent. Inside, her ladies-in-waiting are working on a variety of tasks. Mitsuki points her toward an ancient-looking woman who is sewing. Y/n walks over timidly and the old woman pats at a cushion beside her while talking. Obviously, y/n doesn't understand her but when she hands y/n a torn shirt, a needle and yarn, y/n understands that she wants her to help sewing.

Y/n isn't a great seamstress but she's repaired enough clothes to know what she's doing. Her family never had much money, so she's used to repairing things over and over again. Also, it's kind of a meditative task.

For the next few hours, y/n keeps sewing one clothing piece after another while listening to the chattering of the old woman. She has no clue what the woman is going on about, but she doesn't seem to be unsatisfied with y/n work. Maybe she's just trying to make conversation, y/n thinks. Y/n decides that she likes the old woman.

Eventually, the pile of clothes that needed mending is worked through. The old woman puts the clothes into a basket and with a few words to y/n, she's walking outside the tent. For a moment, y/n thinks about following her. However, the woman gave no indication that y/n should follow her.

Maybe I was just supposed to help out with the clothes, y/n thinks. She turns around looking for Mitsuki. Maybe the woman has a new task for y/n, but the woman cannot be found anywhere. None of the other women are paying attention to y/n, so y/n takes a moment to observe them.

There are two older women peeling potatoes. The women are engrossed in a loud conversation. A young girl is sitting next to them cutting the peeled potatoes into thinner slices. She looks timid and doesn't chirp into the older women's conversation.

Best not to bug these two, y/n decides.

On the other side of the tent, there are two other women around Mitsuki's age, sharpening knives. The one with the blonde hair and the black streaks looks kind of brutish. Y/n contemplates approaching them since her father showed her how to sharpen knives before. Before she can decide against it, she forces herself to approach the women.

The women look up when y/n approaches them. They ask her something but y/n doesn't know how to respond, so she only points at the knives. The women exchange a glance but then make some space for y/n. The woman with the blonde hair starts showing y/n how to sharpen the knife, but y/n already knows the procedure, so she simply takes one of the knives and starts sharpening it. The women watch her for a good minute before deciding that y/n doesn't need any help.

The three of them work in silence which y/n appreciates after the old woman has talked her ear off. Also sharpening knives is a more demanding task than mending clothes. Y/n has to concentrate so that she won't slip and cut herself.

She's so deep in concentration that she doesn't notice Mitsuki entering the tent again and approaching them.

Y/n continues her work and when she thinks the knife is sharp enough, she lifts it against the light to inspect the edge of it. When she lets down the knife again, she notices Mitsuki standing next to her.

A shiver runs down her spine. Gods damn it! How did I not notice her?, y/n thinks.

Mitsuki takes the knife from her and inspects it. The other two women and y/n watch her intently. Eventually, Mitsuki lowers the knife and nods. The blonde woman claps her back. Mitsuki barks an order towards the women and they go back to work. Mitsuki swirls around and leaves the tent again.

I guess that's as much approval as I will get from her, y/n thinks taking the next knife.

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[1standthe4th]

Dadbod!Toji this, Dadbod!Nanami that. Alright. I raise you all Dadbod!Sukuna.

The man loves to eat, as a hard to please food critic when he finds something that pleases his palate you bet he's digging in. He's just as likely say your cooking keeps him around as your body.

(It's not just that but it certainly doesn't hurt)

They say the way to a mans heart is through his stomach and oh boy when Sukuna finds out you make a damn good salmon wellington he might have felt his heart beat a little harder. That might have also been from the double serving of basque cheesecake.

"How's the food Sukuna?"

You can hardly believe his arrogance but your friend Yuji slaps his large back.

"I'm eating it aren't I? If it wasn't worth a damn I would've spat it out."

"oi! If you like something tell them."

"It's good."

"It is really good if Sukuna's gobbling it like that. Told you y/n was an amazing cook!"

Sukuna finds himself grumbling, his stomach feeling warm, and content.

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It became habit at that point, Sukuna would either tag along with Yuji or straight up be harassed with whatever cooking attempts (successes) you'd made this week.

One week Yuji has to call out one of his obnoxious friends needed him more. So Sukuna's stuck (happily) with just you for tonight.

-Chef Brat 4:35pm

Oh, that's too bad! 😕 Oh well if Yuji can't come I don't think I'm going to be able to cook tonight... Sorry Sukuna, might have to miss it this week.

No way in hell is he missing you..r cooking...

-You 5:00pm

So what you're not gonna eat tonight? When was the last time you had someone cook for you? Get dressed, I'm taking you out to one of the only restaurants in this city worth eating. I'll be at yours in 20

There's no room for debate. This was a date. Sukuna's just secured a date with you. Shit...

It all goes ridiculously smooth, you're pleasant conversation and incredibly sweet offering to pay for a bottle of wine when he waives your attempts to go half with him on the bill.

He finds himself falling into flirty conversation with you, tracing the way your hand fiddles with your necklace, the neckline of your dress... He wants to bite chunks out of you. Gnaw on your bones and suck the marrow out, consume your certainly sweet cunt until there's a snail trail of your slick dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He swears you're the sweetest thing he's ever had on his yongue when you cream on him

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It really made sense to have you move in he has the nicer place, and really you can't imagine him using all the various rooms, and getting to have him in his big tub whenever is definitely tempting.

Not to mention his insanely teched out kitchen, the place even has a prooving drawer. He watches you fluttering around the kitchen already seeing the list forming in your head of all the new things you can try out.

"How do you feel about sourdough? Would you be alright feeding a starter? Do you prefer dark bread or-" he shuts you up with a searing kiss. Grabbing you and pulling you into his giant chest feeling you dissolve into him.

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It really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise when the fat first came on relationship weight or whatever the fuck.

He can't say he particularly minds it. It feels... Solidifying, like even despite his brick shit house body he's even more rooted then he way before. He does still grumble a little when you paw at it like a needy kitten. Your fault he doesn't even dislike it. The way you jump his bones when he stretches his beefier arms up exposing the littlest bit of lower tummy, his trail leading to his crotch exposed.

Which is what's led him to pounding you out after he got back from the gym, you curled around him spent and a little limp, kissing softly on his belly.

He glares at you, but there's no heat behind it. He just huffs and lets you stroke his lower belly fat.

"You feed me too well woman, make being in bed with you too good. "

He pulls you against him nibbling your neck.

"I can stop feed-"

"Don't even think about it. " he growls grabbing your hand cupping his softness.

His glare definitely has some heat into it now, you giggle knowing you adore his happy growls and satisfied groans as he devours your lovingly made meals.

"I'm making paella tonight"

"mmm good. I've been craving seafood"

[p1eceandharmon1]

how they react after hurting you ┊ p1harmony (part 1)

fluff! (with a bit of angst!) ┊ gn!reader ┊ word count: 2406

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a/n: heyy, it's been so long TT. this was requested a while ago, i'm sorry it took this long :(( i've been very busy with work and school but now that all of that is over i'm so happy to be back. anywayss i hope you like this one <3

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➳ Keeho ┊ 윤기호

With your anniversary with Keeho just around the corner, you had been coming up with ideas about how you could celebrate it together. It was not your first anniversary as a couple, but the past few years, you haven’t been able to do anything special due to Keeho’s schedule. But this year, you were especially looking forward to it as it seemed like your boyfriend’s job wouldn’t keep you apart.

You couldn’t wait to bring the idea up to Keeho, already daydreaming about how you could spend that day without any distractions getting in the way. So, as usual, you were waiting for him to return home from the company, trying your best not to let your eyelids close due to sleepiness. The sound of the front door unlocking startled you a bit, but a smile quickly formed on your lips the moment you saw Keeho stepping in.

You noticed straight away the bags under his eyes, as he was making his way towards you. He greeted you with a quiet “hey” and a peck to your lips as he plopped down on the couch next to you. He rested his head back, closing his eyes and leaving out a deep breath. “How was your day?”, you asked as you ran your fingers through his hair, which you knew he loved. Keeho leaned into your touch, enjoying the sensation of your nails slightly scratching his scalp. “Exhausting. Good thing is that I don’t have to come back until Saturday, so I can stay home tomorrow”.

“You have a schedule on Saturday?”, Keeho looked up at you when he felt your hand stopping abruptly. “Yeah, why?”, he asked, obviously oblivious. “You said you were gonna be free on Saturday. It’s our anniversary”, you were clearly disappointed. “It was a last minute thing, I can’t do anything about it”, he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. You scoffed and looked away.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re mad now,” the tone of his voice changed into a sharper one, “you know my schedule can change any minute”. You could sense the argument approaching. “Of course I knew; it has been like this hundreds of times before. But still, I preferred to believe you would make an exception for a day as important as that”, your frustration grew word after word and you could feel your face heating up.

“How could you be so unfair? You knew what you were signing up for when we started dating. You knew work is one of my main priorities” his voice was still cold, so unfamiliar to you. “You’re not being very fair either when you’re completely neglecting your other priority, which is supposed to be our relationship”, you remarked with a shaky voice. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have started this relationship in the first place if I knew you were going to be this inconsiderate”.

His words broke your heart in million pieces and you felt tears gathering up in your eyes, but you did your best to hold them back. You didn’t say anything at all; instead, you stood up and went to your shared bedroom, leaving Keeho with a serious expression on his face.

Hours passed and you were still in different rooms; you sitting on the bed trying your best to stop crying and Keeho going up and down the living room, too ashamed to go talk to you. He couldn’t believe he had the guts to say such harsh things to your face when he didn’t even mean it. Stress from the last few weeks made him take his anger out on the person who deserved it the least; you.

He finally built up the courage to knock on the bedroom door, his heart beating faster when he heard you telling him to come in from inside. A tight knot formed in his throat when he made his way closer to you in silence — neither of you was good at apologizing first, especially after an argument like that. He sat beside you on the bed and tried reaching for your hand. He could see the dried tears on your cheeks and the pain that still lingered on your eyes when you looked at him, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled you closer into the tightest hug ever and blurted out an apology with a shaky voice.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I swear I didn’t mean what I said. I’m such an idiot,” his voice was filled with honesty. “I know I don’t deserve it but I hope you can forgive me”.

You wrapped your arms around him, returning the hug, and you felt his body slightly relax. “You really hurt my feelings,” you whispered. “But of course I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean it”. He pulled away only to capture your lips into a sweet kiss filled with emotion. “I promise it won’t happen again”.

➳ Theo ┊ 최태양

Theo was in the midst of the promotions for the group’s new album, and that meant them attending multiple music broadcasts, radio programs, press conferences and interviews. You always tried to keep up with all the new content to support the boys from the shadows because, as you and Theo had already agreed, it was best to keep your relationship secret. Theo was the one who suggested this as all he wanted was to ensure your safety and privacy, and protect you at all costs from nosy reporters and crazy fans.

You were watching this interview that was airing live when, all of a sudden, the interviewer changed the course of the conversation towards a more personal field. “So, I’m sure many of your fans are very curious about your off-camera lives, right? May I ask you, is there anyone special in your lives? Theo, for example”. You watched as your boyfriend grabbed the mic to answer, not really sure about how he would respond. “Actually, no. There isn’t. My only passion right now is music and I wouldn’t change it for the world. In fact, I wouldn’t want to date anybody if that meant it would take time away from making music. I’m happier being single”, he replied calmly.

You would be lying if you said those words didn’t sting. You knew he was probably lying, that he couldn’t tell the truth, but the honesty in his voice kept ringing in your ears. Maybe he was just a really good liar, or maybe there were some truth in what he said. Questions and intrusive thoughts kept popping in your head, not leaving you alone throughout the entire day to the point you couldn’t concentrate one bit in your daily chores.

Finally, it was time for Theo to come back home, where you were waiting for him, doubts still running through your head. You heard him opening the front door and taking off his shoes at the entrance, before he went towards you to greet you with a kiss. He frowned when he felt your tense lips against his, and also when you avoided his gaze when you pulled apart.

 You prepared dinner and ate it together as always, but Theo noticed you were so much quieter than ever, only giving him short answers every now and then. He knew something was very off; you were always like this when something bothered you.

You stood up, grabbing the empty plates to put them in the kitchen sink, and he went behind you. “Is there something wrong, love?”, he tried testing the waters. Whenever you were angry or sad, his approach was always to ask you right away and encourage you to open up to him, as you tended to bottle up your feelings and that was the last thing he wanted. “No, I’m fine”, your voice sounded weaker than you intended.

You tried to get past him but he grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him. “I know you’re not,” he spoke softly. “I just need you to tell me what’s making you this upset”. You finally met his gaze and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I watched the interview from this morning,” you admitted, your cheeks suddenly feeling hot. “Would you really be happier if you were single?”.

At first, he looked at you with confusion, but when he knew what you were talking about, he engulfed you in a rib-breaking hug, shaking his head slightly as a little smile played on his lips. “Is that what all of this is about?” he asked with a playful tone. “You sounded very genuine”, you said as you rested your head on his shoulder. He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, making you look at him directly in the eyes. “None of that was true, I promise,” he pecked the tip of your nose. “I just wanted to make sure no one suspected a thing, but I’m sorry it bothered you. The question was totally out of place; it took me off guard”.

He slid his hands down to your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s okay. I’m glad to know,” you said as you felt the knot in your stomach loosening. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I got insecure and I should’ve trusted you. I’m sorry”. He shook his head. “Don’t say that. Don’t invalidate your feelings like that. You were hurt because of something I said and I am the one to blame. But I want you to know that I love you and that I can’t imagine a life without you by my side”.

You reached up to kiss his lips softly but passionately, feeling so much warmth from that confession. He wasn’t the type to express his love with words, and you were grateful he had reassured you of his feelings.

➳ Jiung ┊ 최지웅

It had been such a terrible and hectic day for Jiung at work. Nothing seemed to go as he planned, which made him frustrated, and he had a hard time focusing on his to-do tasks, so he had to stay longer to finish them. The only thing he could think about was getting home, changing into comfortable clothes, eating some dinner and go straight to bed.

You had been working all day as well and when you arrived to your place, Jiung wasn’t there yet. You left your coat and shoes at the entrance and made your way to the bedroom to get changed into your pajamas. There you were when you heard Jiung entering through the front door — just by the sound of his footsteps, you could tell he was exhausted. He came into the bedroom and gave you a tiny smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t say anything else but you didn’t want to push him too much when it was evident it hadn’t been a good day for him.

“You haven’t made dinner yet?”, he asked and you didn’t like his dry tone one bit. “I didn’t have time. I arrived just minutes before you”, you replied in shock. Jiung sighed and rolled his eyes. It was so rare in Jiung to give you an attitude like this, but you decided it was best to let it slide; you didn’t want to start an argument. You left him changing in the bedroom as you went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cups of instant ramen — it was the easiest and fastest thing to cook.

Jiung joined you and you started preparing dinner together. Looking at his movements, it was obvious that he was still agitated from work; it was almost as if he was in a rush to go to bed and just forget the day. You could understand, of course, because your day hadn’t been easy either, but his behavior was starting to get on your nerves. You put some water to boil for the ramen before turning to face him.

“Are you gonna talk about it?”, you asked, crossing your arms. “About what?”, his voice was low and his eyes never met yours. “You know what I’m talking about. I can tell something happened today at work. Don’t you wanna let it out instead of keeping it to yourself?”. “No”, his sharp reply was your last straw. “Look, Jiung. You’re tired and stressed, I get it. But that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me, especially when all I want is to help you”.

Jiung didn’t say anything at all, nor even looked up at you. He just went past you to grab the boiling water, which made you even more frustrated and hurt. You had your hands wrapped around the ramen cups, securing them in place as Jiung poured the hot water. Unfortunately, his nervous state made him accidentally spill the boiling liquid directly on your hand.

You let go of the container immediately, hissing in pain as you felt your hand and fingers burning. It was like something in Jiung’s brain clicked and the expression on his face changed almost instantly. He let the water aside and grabbed your wrist firmly yet gently to drag you towards the sink, where he held your hand under the cool stream of water. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so so sorry,” he kept apologizing. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry”.

“It’s okay, Jiung”, you tried to play it cool but you kept biting your bottom lip to keep the tears from falling due to the painful sensation coming from your hand. “No, it’s not. I’ve been such an asshole since I came home and now this. And all only because I had a bad day at work,” he admitted. You stayed silent, concentrating on the soothing feeling of the running water. “You didn’t deserve this at all. I hope you can forgive me”.

“I already told you, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it”, he still had a little frown on his face, proof of how guilty he felt. He grabbed your other hand, leading you to the living room and making you sit before taking some cream out of one of the drawers. He sat beside you and started applying the cream on your burnt skin with so much care. Once he was done, you both wrapped your arms around each other without hesitation and you felt him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Neither of you needed to say anything else.

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[fleshandregret]

Were there always 𝘵𝘸𝘰 beasts of deceit?

☆.A list of general headcanons about an au where the witches decided to divide the knowledge in two. Can also be read as: i hate that everyone thinks that Shadow Milk basically kidnaps people instead of being able to love someone and actually be understood :D

☆. This was originally meant to be an au with my oc but I tried to keep the personality for the reader as neautral as possible, no gender or anything specified because if I see that I'm supposed to have long blonde hair one more time I'm gonna kms. 　　

☆. Isn't really nsfw but there is a "suggestive" part, like they don't fuck but it's implicit so before someone comes for my head I WARNED YOU. Anyway I hope you enjoy it :}.

☆. Also english isn't my first language so I'm genuinely sorry if there are any mistakes :/.

-First of all I prefer to think that you didn't meet Shadow Milk after he became the beast of deceit. To have someone understand him in such a deep way it's only possible if you were there since the origin of everything, even his. It's not impossible to imagine how heavy all the knowledge is to bear so it would make sense if the witches decided to divide it in 𝘵𝘸𝘰, no?

-Not everyone knows that it wasn't one being that held all the knowledge in their head but two similar cookies, always together since the start and unable to physically stay away from each other for a long amount of time. It wasn't far fetched to say that after the creation of the academy people considered you to be his shadow and him yours. There wasn't one moment where you two could be found more than ten meters apart and the reason was kind of obvious, even if not to many people. You were each other's half without wanting it to be, if knowledge started with him the only possible outcome was for it to finish with you.

-As much as the weight of knowing literally 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 held the both of you from forming meaningful relationships with other cookies (ignoring the beasts obviously) it didn't mean that you became hermits and went away from society, especially since your role was to spread information and teach others. It was after years and years of having to face thousands of different cookies everyday and try to help them with the infinity of informations you had that it became more of a burden to you.

-If years ago others seemed happy to know every kind of possible thing in Crispia, now it felt as if you were being rude by telling them those truths. Needless to say that having someone able to understand perfectly helped the both of you overcome those moments and push forward. And even if things made you tired it was always okay because you knew that he would have always been there to comfort you and vice versa.

-But the situation changed. It changed that one faithful day when the witches you held so dear to your hearts told you that it wasn't enough, that even if all the cookies preferred 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵 you couldn't agree with them and ignore it because only they could and not 𝘺𝘰𝘶, not the perfect duo they created to spread 𝘵𝘩𝘦 word. From that point on it only went downhill, the two of you agreed that it wasn't 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, it wasn't 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 that only you had to suffer because of those rules and standards while the others could live happily and in ignorance.

-It took some time for the other beasts to start noticing how unfair life was to them too and one by one they fell, the only ones you could think of as friends being held back by forks and chains while you had to pretend that your life was happy. After that everything changed, the knowledge and truth you were supposed to spread became the base for misinformation and lies, those very things the other cookies liked some much became your routine until at some point the witches stopped you, they did what you saw years before being done to your closest friends only now you were being both sealed away in some damn tree for what you thought would have been the rest of eternity.

-Shadow Milk and you weren't the fountain of knowledge anymore, to them at least, but all those things didn't vanish from your minds, all the informations, lies and painful memories were still in your heads like a sea during a storm, unable to stop and become peaceful like it once was. Conversations with the other beasts became rare over time, their rage towards the witches making them unable to care about a conversation with you. It was at that point in your lives that you really understood how important you were to each other, obviously you knew it already but now that it was nothing but you two it became palpable how your souls were interviewed and literally unable to be pulled apart. If the witches thought it a good idea to create two of you it was probably their biggest regret now.

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-It was after 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 that the damn tree opened and you realized that you didn't have your full power anymore. As if being imprisoned for a millenia wasn't enough they had to strip you of your soul jam and give it to some 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥, like he had the right to use it while you two were left to your own demise. Anger, resentment and sadness were the only feelings that your hearts could feel for far too much time and after 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 who it was that stole your power they only heightened, now unable to really understand how was it 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 that everything that made you two who you were in the past was now held away from you while your mere existence was considered a crime.

-The only luck on your side was the one that made you have enough power to escape the situation and find refuge in what was years before known as the spire of knowledge, now a place full of dust and old memories that could once again be considered your home. It's probably thanks to that too that you were, even if only a little, able to partially calm down and concentrate on the situation at hand and how to face those 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 and regain your power back.

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-As for the relationship I'd say that the start was probably the hardest part, but only like the first few days because after those it felt as if you were literally made for each other (lol you were). The type of relationship and friendship where you two are able to talk about everything, and in your case literally 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, from how the universe was made to why some rats look better when they become taxidermy than when they were alive.

-Your life was a constant presence in his and the same was for you, it should feel bad to always be around someone but with him it was as if everything around you was still and the only moving things were the two of you. Needless to say that in the years at the academy you couldn't really show affection to each other because of the list of students always surrounding you two to ask things regarding previous lessons, and even if you two lived together the time was mostly spent working to improve lives and not to really live yours.

-All this started to change when you opted for the lies and deceit road, now able to talk to each other for more than ten minutes at a time and to maybe sleep at least six hours. This obviously meant that your lives were spent differently, you didn't have to care about others too much so it came natural to care about each other even more than before. Now it wasn't a problem if you two were found kissing each other before a lesson and if someone dared to say something bad about it they would 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 have no one to talk to the next day. Totally not because one some rumor that started spreading about them, oh no no, you misunderstand really it was only his fault that made the situatuon escalate like that and so quickly.

-Needless to say that over time people noticed a pattern and opted for staying away from you, not that you minded obviously, it only meant that you two would have finally been able to start living like a normal couple and not like the embodiments of all knowledge. By this I mean that general affection became routine, cooking together every morning was now the norm and things like spending time reading on the couch or watching a movie could finally be considered normal days and not like some kind of taboo.

-The almost non existent 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 moments that for a long time were almost nothing more than an escape from the harsh reality out there were now finally moments of pleasure between two lovers. The attraction you felt for each other now had the time to be expressed and the shame you almost felt in the past seemed to never have existed in the first place.

-Obviously all of this came to an halt when the tree took all you beasts in 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 and it's kind of obviously to say that when it spat you out the first thing you did when arriving at the spire wasn't dusting the shelves and sweeping the floors.

-Now your life could begin again, even if the anger you both felt towards Pure Vanilla was the prime subject of your discussions that doesn't mean that your life as a couple magically ended. It was after some time that other cookies decided to work for you, the first one was obviously Black Sapphire and after some time Candy Apple joined too. As much as it seemed strange at first to have other people living with you, even if not in the same section of the spire, they grew on you both after some time, not that they could be considered your kids but when you started helping the younger one with choosing the hairstyles she preferred for the day and which dress fit her better it did start to feel as if you were some kind of family. As dysfunctional as it could be obviously, but a family nonetheless.

-After the years spent in the tree the clingy side of him started shining through, not that you minded but it sure was way different than the past. It wasn't as if your personal space stopped to exist since you both were always together but a thousand years ago he probably would have never opted for walking with a hand around your waist or literally making out in public, be it in front of servants or cookies like Gingerbrave and his friends. Speaking of that: the expressions on their faces when they first entered the Spire and saw that Shadow Milk wasn't alone but with someone literally sitting on his lap was priceless. What followed was them shouting at him to free you of whatever kind of brainwashing technique he used, only to have you kissing him and showing them your wedding band as an answer. After that they looked more confused than before but it surely wasn't your problem.

-It took some time for you to get used to his way of talking with the others, you too obviously changed and had to craft a mask to show the others and protect your real self but the difference between when he talked with you and when he interacted with other cookies always managed to leave you speechless. After years it became routine and even kind of funny to listen to him talk in such an exaggerated way, only to ask him something and listen to him change his voice completely to the one you always knew.

-Well needless to say that people can believe that the perfect couple doesn't exist but we all know that the world is indeed full of lies, is it not?

[pleucas]

i got a few asks about my process :0 so yea i took some screenshots mid-process of my recent cliff-skk thing just for that

m gonna preface everything by saying that i did have a ref for the environment!! i avoid color dropping from the image and tracing cuz i do want to hone some digital skills. also saying i'm doing an "environment study" when i'm really just drawing skk makes me feel better abt myself

when i don't have a reference, i tend to do some thumbnail sketches in my sketchbook. here's some random stuff of past work, where i rawdogged everything:

but whatever, back to the cliff-skk. i'll also post a timelapse of it for easy ref, but detailed stuff is under the cut :)

first i did some rough sketches on an orangeish background (underpainting etiquette, i find it helps things feel brighter and keep a stable tone when choosing colors to lay on top), and I quickly lined skk :)

then I laid down some flats for the background, again really eyeballing the reference for hues. afterwards i thought it was a bit bright, and i wanted a more sepia/nostalgia feel to it, so i hue adjusted everything to something more uniform

then i lay down flats for skk + the ocean, which i both had to color adjust a lot (you might see that in the timelapse), and then i jump straight into rendering the background. when i render, i always prefer to do it over something lineless, so i turn the sketch layer off. i rarely do lineart for backgrounds.

i also used to render the characters first, but i've found that it's just not a great approach—especially for art where characters and background are interacting, knowing the hues and shades of the environment is crucial to effective rendering on the character that doesn't make them look out of place.

when i'm rendering, i really try to keep in mind tenants of contrast, perspective, form, and light/shadow. ex, stuff "closer" to us has more detail; the hill in the back is minimalist (in comparison); the shadows lean cool-green while the light leans gray-yellow. rake brushes really carried me here idk... my fav brushstyle forever

eventually i reach a point where i'm satisfied (or bored) with the background. for the last stages i usually have the subjects hidden so i can really perfect the details—but then for super duper final details, like the little leaf specks and grass strands, i unhid skk so the poppy details could work around skk. then i get to rendering the characters :)

i forgot to take ss of all the stages when i rendered skk, but here's something from... about the middle of the process? i tend to render characters with the lineart hidden as well, sometimes bringing it back just to clarify things, but ultimately i prefer to define things by form than by line. that's just me tho idk, idt it makes or breaks anything, just a preference

again rlly just thinking about cool/warm, reflective tones (the greenish shadow on chuuya's left inner leg, sky-gray blue on dazai's vest), really just slotting the subject into the environment. after i finish rendering the characters, i usually return to the background and add some stuff—in this one i defined the waves a bit and put some grass around skk

and yeah then we're done idk LOL. sometimes i run the file through camera raw (photoshop) to do some color adjustments—i find that my iPad displays colors super differently, usually making things a lot lighter than they are (u can see how dark the timelapse is...), so i find myself lightening my work a lot. i also sharpen and add noise as needed :)

i think my process has changed a lotttt even in this past year. it's kinda crazy!! it's always fun to do these and just reflect a bit on how i work. mostly just mindless insanity until it kinda works.

thanks for sending in an ask. and if u read all that, thanks to u too lolol

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Hii, I wanted to start off saying that I love your works! You’re writing is impeccable and I’m glad I was able to stumble upon it! 🤍

I wanted to request a Kageyama x reader where they are best friends and there is a lot of mutual pining. I think it would be fun seeing them get jealous and yearn for each other while tension develops around them.

kageyama x reader mutual pining

thank you so so much!!! i'm glad you like it :,) i rlly liked this req!

warnings. none, sfw. minors DNI

details. best friends / mutual pining / jealous!kageyama / distracted!studying / track team!reader / classmate!reader / kageyama teasing you / mutual crushing / tension / questionable touches / 3k words

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"Are you two dating?"

It was a question you were both used to handling, at this point.

A kind, but curt, "No, we're just friends."

Despite how nice you were to anybody who found the need to ask, you wanted nothing more than to strangle the poor soul who started the official rumor that Tobio was your secret boyfriend. You had been friends for years, but it was only just now a problem.

You liked to think it didn't affect much between you. But that was a half-truth; it didn't affect how much you saw each other, but there was this new, sensitive layer to everything you said and did.

The bell rang for lunch and he was standing at your desk, still trying to shake that incessant question. That was the second time today somebody had asked if you were dating.

Tobio swiped his favorite pencil of yours and twirled it between his fingers. He looked like he wanted to ask you something, but his presence grew quieter, darker at the next unwanted presence.

"(Y/n)!" A couple friends from the guys' track team you hadn't seen since your last practice came into the classroom with a few other students, also looking for their friends for the free period.

You grinned and waved them over, taking to a knee on your seat.

"I didn't get to talk to you Wednesday, but I wanted to say congrats on your record!"

"Yeah, that was sick."

Only you could hear Tobio sigh. It was subtle, through his nose, and impatient.

They were excited about the new record you set for the school in your event, making technical jokes, being a little too sparing with the compliments.

You passed a look to him, grin frozen for a second. He was eyeing your friends, head down toying with all the stuff on your desk, glancing up at them through his brow at times, pissed off. He looked like an asshole. Your track friends were picking up on it, too.

"Thanks, guys," You waved them off, trying to be nice enough to make up for Tobio, "See ya at practice."

It was quiet between you until they were completely out of the room. You tried to stifle your smile at what you could only rationalize as jealousy, or possessiveness.

"You gonna be okay?" You joked and sat back down, just to lighten the mood. He would only get defensive if you were direct.

His gaze softened, eyes gently searching your own face as he crafted a tentative, late reply.

"Yeah," Was all.

The subject changed quick, your shared tension simmering back down, "What's the test over?"

The pencil slipped from his fingers and spun to the floor with a quiet clatter- he dove after it and bumped the back of his head on the way up.

Your hands stifled your amused grin in a flash. He was onto you anyway when he resurfaced, staying in a squat, embarrassment taking the form of a frustrated attempt to flick you in the head-- you slapped his wrist away with an uncovered laugh.

"Stop-," You grabbed the other wrist snaking around to finish the job, eye contact friendly and serious at first, "Stop it."

The look he returned seared into you.

It was too much. Tobio gave up quicker than usual. You let out a sigh, both of you unable to joke around like that for long anymore.

This was commonplace behavior at this point- he liked teasing in the form of physical contact, his specialty being flicks, jabs, soft punches, grabs. You preferred the verbal alternative. Insults to his intelligence of all kinds were your favored choice.

"It should be over chapters six through... ten, I think. All the methods, at least."

"I'm so fucked..." He sighed almost immediately.

You rolled your eyes, "That's your problem, you give up too early and don't study."

His pretty blue irises scanned your open notebook, full of highlighted paragraphs, hand written notes, and graphs he couldn't read.

"You hear me?" Your two finger nudge was ignored. He just let his shoulder be moved, as if a ghost was up to it, "Study?"

"Do you even know what that word means?" You chortled.

"I know what study means," He hissed, only making it funnier.

"I'm sure you do," You teased with a stretch over the back of your chair. You leaned far so you could pop your back, and settled down with a groan.

Tobio was looking at your shirt. You adjusted it, pulling it, fluffing it. When he realized you were aware of his staring, he sighed and looked elsewhere.

"Go eat your lunch," You put your cheek against your fist.

It served as a gentle reminder to leave you alone or people would start talking about you again.

"Why can't I eat it over here?" He squinted at the rest of the room, full of groups of people eating their lunches with their friends.

Why was it only different with you two? He could scope two other guy/girl pairs in this room that weren't dating, to his knowledge. While he was at it, he watched for anybody that might start another rumor.

"Well-," You also eyed the room, "Fine, hurry up though."

Tobio quickly unzipped his bag from two desks over and threw the container to you without warning. You caught it, but it was only thanks to your hand-eye coordination. Good form aside, it could've been disastrous.

"Don't throw shit-," You started, but he was hot on your tail before you could call him a dumbass, equipped with an argument as he swiped a chair and pulled it right next to you.

"You caught it."

"Yeah but-,"

"You caught it-," He shoveled about a third of his lunch in his mouth all at once, "I'knew you woul' catch i'."

He could truly be such an ogre. You tried to act disgusted, but there was something cute about his lack of manners- and your suspicion that he may have actually thought harder about that throw than you wanted to give him credit for.

Through the next half of lunch, you watched a mix of clips on your phone from the last year's Olympics and national level matches of multiple sports. Maybe it was because you ended with volleyball that made him so hesitant to stop watching videos and let you alone so that you could study for the exam.

"I dunno why you're studying now," He used one forearm to wipe his chin, the other hand to flip, disinterested, through the pages in your notebook, "It's Friday."

A moment to digest that. He sat, waiting for you to respond to him with an emptiness behind his eyes.

"And...? The exam is Monday."

He nodded.

"You're going to fail. And I'll have no sympathy for you," You laughed, unable to understand what was clogging up the neurons in his brain to trigger such a severe blockage of learning.

Tobio was quiet and still for so long that you were starting to get some quality time in, reading over your notes, highlighting from your text, making some new notes for later. You thought that there was a possible balance to be struck between how attractive somebody was, and how much intelligence they were allowed. Clearly, he was all pretty face, tiny brain.

You glanced a couple of times across your shoulder to him. He wasn't on his phone, and he wasn't looking at you, you could deduce after a few minutes.

It felt tense anytime you weren't speaking to each other. That's why the two of you made an unacknowledged point to talk often, or do an activity together. It was made of lengthy conversations about your respective sports, talking about your own separate friend groups, or going on a run right after school- not much in between.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

The question was quiet, like he was embarrassed, or mulling over exactly how to ask it the whole time. When you looked at him, you were glad he was avoiding you by staring at your notebook. You didn't want him to see the initial reaction on your face.

Tobio didn't sound too terribly invested, but you considered that he could've been asking it that way on purpose.

You hated when it got weird like this. It was like you were confirming the rumors. It was his fault for being so hot and asking weird questions.

-

All he wanted to do was study. You blew a long breath into the cold evening air and watched it rise until it spiraled into nothing. All he wanted to do was study.

Your foot was tapping, impatient, focused on the new chill creeping down your neck past your coat. It was ten minutes past when he wanted to meet you after his practice. The walk to the library wasn't long, but it was Friday and you had some shows to watch, some supper to eat. You enjoyed playing the intellectual high ground around him, yes, but you had no real plans to study before Saturday afternoon- until he asked you.

As you shivered outside, squinting at the frosty, dead grass, you realized you wouldn't do this for anyone else. That freaked you out just a little.

"Hey," He was jogging up to you from the gym- you turned to the side to face him in the covered walkway.

You sighed, just to express your disdain, but you were unable to control a vicious, goofy tremble in the process.

Instead of the look you were trying to conjure -apologetic, penitent-, he broke out into a half-cocked smile. But Tobio didn't acknowledge anything. No a smartass comment about your giant puffy coat, no jab at your dramatics, not even a mockery shiver.

All he did was bump your shoulder and walk in the direction of the library.

You lagged behind, all of a sudden warmer than you needed to be, and mulling over how cute he looked when he smiled. A genuine one. Not a sly, ill-intended snicker or the smirk he had when he stole your things and held them over your head.

This creeping fondness had to be shaken out of you.

Your legs carried you stronger, faster, to catch up to him. He hardly had a second to turn and look at you before you gave him a playful shove back, your grin ungovernable in such cheesy conditions.

"What was that look for?" You laughed, dodging a smack to the back of the head for such a big and surprising shove. You usually didn't return his touchiness, which in turn kept it at bay, so he took a minute to decide if he wanted to escalate things. You stayed ready at his side as you walked, just in case.

"What look?" He mumbled, careful not to look at you.

His hands were deep in his pockets. His jacket was zipped open, giving him some room to operate, but it was a sign of surrender. You put your guard down.

"You smiled at me," Was cautious in nature, but not in tone.

It was friendly and not indicative of anything- purely observational- but you wanted to know if there was more.

A tiny sideways glance told you so much.

Tobio's face was redder. You weren't imagining it, because he actively avoided your staring.

Hand still in his pocket, he went to shove your shoulder like usual- you dodged it with a laugh, about to punch his side, but got caught short when he grabbed you.

"I dunno what you're talking about," His voice was dripping in sarcasm.

His arm was wrapping around your side, keeping you from fighting back, grabbing firm at your waist through his pocket and pulling you into his warm body, into his jacket with him.

It knocked you completely off balance. Stumbling, pressed into the side of his chest for a few moments, you were trying to keep up with him before he did you the favor of squeezing you closer, taking most of your weight.

He rubbed his arm real tight along your side; it was all you could feel, aside from the floating sensation. His strength took you by surprise.

"This is why people think we're together!"

You pushed out of his loosening grip at a good time. The joke was starting to feel too intimate. You were at your destination, too.

"Well," His defensiveness was so exaggerated it looked like he was upset you wiggled away from him, "I'm not gonna take my hands outta my pockets. Are you kidding me?" He scoffed, leaving you to spiral in the act all by yourself, "It's cold."

As you entered the building, it dawned on you that it was going to be one of those things that didn't get talked about again. You had a built up quite a few moments like that over the past few years- but lately, they seemed to be a more frequent occurrence.

The table you chose was out of the way and quiet. It was far away from the sports section or any screens so neither of you were tempted by any distractions. Tobio took it upon himself to grab the extra book you needed before you got settled in.

You had time to sit and think about it. His argument made no sense. Many arguments wouldn't have held well to that little move he pulled.

When he put his arm around you, his strong, warm arm-- you were breathing in a little too much cologne, mixed with his sweat that you never seemed to mind the smell of-- the smile in his eyes but not his mouth-- the mint on his breath. Was all that really for a bad joke? Just an embrace between friends?

It was all you could think about, but you knew you had to get it together when you saw him coming back from across the library.

He got stopped short by a girl you didn't know. She asked him something and pointed at the shelf.

Your nails raked at the lining on your pants. Your eye twitched and you knew you were too far gone. Your eye was twitching at some girl talking to him.

She reached up on her tippy toes for the novel she wanted.

Sure, he was tall and she was short, but was that really necessary to communicate the point?

"Ugh," You spat- you couldn't help it, you hated those girls that acted like babies for attention. It made everyone look bad.

Tobio grabbed the novel and handed it to her like a dirty rag, chin turned towards you with a big frown that said 'Yeah, yikes.'

You were beyond thankful he hadn't fallen under her spell. But, on the downside, he caught you staring. Staring hard.

When he returned to your table and took the seat across from you, he already looked like he was about to address it. That tiny smirk said it all.

"Don't look so upset," He scanned over your unamused face and reeled it back, opting for a softer, candid, "She's not my type."

This was getting weird and stilted. You both understood there had been too many mentions of dating-adjacent topics. It was about 300% more than usual. There stood a decision to make.

To take advantage of the fact that what was on your mind finally held relevance to the conversation, or to switch the subject and risk never getting the opportunity to talk about it, nor entertain it?

You tried to strike a balance between nonchalant and inquisitive, but it wasn't possible. Your fingers tapped a dull eraser onto the table. You thought it might make you feel better, but it didn't.

"Then--," In fact, you realized you couldn't ask anything at all without looking too interested.

At the last second, you pulled back, your expression impossible to read because you felt a million different ways at once, "Let's just- um-... let's start with chapter six."

He frowned, his gaze anywhere but you. The quiet was heavy.

Without a word, he cracked upon the new textbook in a similar way to yours.

You regretted it. It would be long, uphill battle trying to facilitate a conversation like that again.

As your study session passed in mostly silence, you began to gain a sense of growing respect for the newfound presence forming between you. Whatever was changing needed to develop on its own time.

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Long Awaited Wish: Descent of Our Beloved Star (5)

I'm gonna be so honest, I think this one is probably my worst other than a few bits about doubts and thanks. Otherwise I think it's kind of meh. Ngl, I think part of it is that I just want to get to certain parts that are coming up closer to the end. Still, I want to finish this so I can improve. Based on where we are now, I'd say that there will be two more parts and then multiple endings, one for each nation. I'd prefer to release them all at once but that's still about 6 chapters so after Mondstadt it will probably be awhile before those get posted unless I don't try to fill it up more

Part 1, Prev

Back and forth in circles the god of eternity paced. She was rarely one to obsess over the opinions of others regarding her, but this time was very different. This time was about you. 

You were surely on your way already, yet she heard nothing of your arrival. 

Though she wanted to put it behind her, she was aware that her own actions were to blame for the land of electro’s lack of general appeal. The nation was still largely in shambles in the wake of the vision hunt decree and the havoc that she allowed the Fatui to wreak. 

She worried that you would simply skip Inazuma, then found herself disgusted by her own doubt. How could she believe that the guiding light would do such a thing? Even if not for her, at the very least for the people. 

She heard a playful “ahem” and turned around to find a familiar grinning kitsune. “Miko,” Ei greeted with a nod, trying not to let her mood seep into her otherwise calm voice. 

“Don't tell me you're still worried you'll be skipped,” Yae teased, placing a hand on the god’s shoulder. “Do you really have such little faith in Their light?” Despite the clear joking tone, Ei couldn't help being offended by the suggestion regardless of the fact it was true.

“Of course not,” she replied, sounding to Yae’s ears like a huffy child. “Mhm,” the kitsune replied, clearly not believing her. “You know, you really have no reason to think that anyway. After all, who was it who guided the Traveler, other than myself of course, to get through to you in the midst of your grief?”

Ei looked away and crossed her arms, mildly ashamed. “Their Luminescence…”

“Right. And who introduced you to the new Inazuma, explaining to you things that others would lack the patience to teach because of how normal they are now?” Yae asked with a light poke of Ei’s arm.

“... Their Luminescence…”

“And who, other than me, was there to assist in some form or another when you were locked in battle with your puppet?” Yae questioned. “I get the point, Miko,” Ei grumbled. Despite her huffyness, the kitsune’s words were reassuring to her.

“Besides, I don't think They're able to skip any nation anyway,” Yae Miko said with a wave of her hand. “And why would They? After three festivals in a row, why wouldn't a more relaxed celebration be perfect?”

………………………

You arrived in Inazuma the day after you finished Sumeru, ready for whatever festivities there were. Unlike your first time in the nation, you were welcomed and let in very quickly. The (first) clan personally made sure the Traveler was escorted to the next island without a hitch despite the fact they could easily handle anything on the way there. 

Naturally the Kamisato clan was incredibly involved given their main responsibility. You were invited to stop by with them to say hello and play the (hotpot?) game. Technically they were supposed to be getting the finishing touches on the later events finished, but nobody in the house could resist inviting you over. Even Ayato, usually nowhere to be found at times like this, was there. 

Afterwards you, through the Traveler, were brought to the next island, straight to Inazuma city. Kujou Sara was tasked with escorting you to the winged statue. The nation took this very seriously, cautious to avoid any opportunity for someone to even think about an attack of any sort, not that anyone would try. Other than the fact that the Traveler was generally well liked, heralded as a hero, and would easily take on any random attacker, why would someone want to? Especially now that, while not to your knowledge, basically everyone was aware that the Traveler was your primary vessel. To harm them was to harm you, and who could ever do such a thing?

In front of the statue, you were met by Ei, who arrived much more humbly than her first appearance. She walked down the steps to greet you, just as anyone else would. She wouldn't dare do anything more, lest she remind you of the time she'd attempted to strike your vessel down and had the audacity to declare you, of all beings, an enemy of eternity. It was embarrassing. To declare your very existence a crime, when you were the ever-changing eternity truer than her forced stagnation could ever wish to be. How foolish.

“Hello, Traveler. How has your journey of celebration been so far?” Ei asked with hidden hope it wasn't too good. This was a competition, after all.

You hum on the other side of the screen. Though it was enjoyable, there was only so much you can do with a festival when they were so vague but they had to be so they didn't let anything slip. You still aren't even a hundred percent sure what's being celebrated. Obviously the Traveler to some extent, but other than that you weren't sure. 

Just as the words had left her mouth, Yae was at her side. “You must be a bit worn down from all the festivities, right, little one? A bit… same-y, dull even after a few days, right?” It was clear what she was trying to do to everyone there, and you couldn't help snickering a little at her blatant attempt to indirectly diss the other nations.

Ei cleared her throat. “We thought you might enjoy something a bit more calm to… break up the repetitive nature of festival after festival...” She almost felt embarrassed at the contrast between her current talk about avoiding too much of the same and, well, how she used to be the complete opposite.

“Oh! She's come a long way,” you whisper to the screen proudly. “I don't think the way they handled her was… amazing, but it's good to see stuff like this.” Normally the two would have wondered who “they” were, but at this moment they couldn't care less. Your praise is too good of a sign. Too warm to bask in for them to care about the criticism attached to it.

“Let's go relax a bit, shall we?” Yae suggested, but it wasn't really a suggestion. She ushered for both the Traveler and Ei to follow her. “I know the perfect place~” 

Given the timing of this event and the apparent relaxation theme of Inazuma's celebration, you think you know where she’s talking about. The quest prompt tells you to walk with the two electro ladies as they, “they” being Yae, chat with you. 

“Although I jest about the repetitive nature of your journey so far, I imagine for someone who spends most of their time traveling and encountering new things, celebration without rest would eventually become a bore,” the kitsune said as she led a descender and a god to a certain bathhouse. “So let’s rest, shall we? And you can tell us about the interesting things you’ve done since we last saw you. Maybe write down a thing or two.”

You watch quietly, thinking about what Yae said. You again suppose she’s right that there’s only so much that can be done with festival after festival. Something about many of the celebrations felt a little off. Not quite forced, but not completely natural either.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Ei’s sudden “Stop.”

“Let us have something sweet. To. Aid in relaxation,” she said as she stopped next to a stand on the side of the street. Of course for some dango milk. You’re not sure if she really wants it to help the trio relax or she wants it because she just wants to indulge her sweet tooth, but you chuckle at her insistence. So now the trio was taking a short break for some sweets.

“At the end of the day, we will head to Watatsumi Island. You will be free to spend the day how you like, but please arrive at the Sangonomiya Shrine before sunset,” Ei instructed. “Now let’s continue. I want us all to have a good time, including those who are not in our party. Let’s try to enjoy our experience at the bathhouse during the time we’ve reserved so that others may do the same once we are done.”

Ah. She doesn’t want the trio’s stay to take up anyone else’s time. They must have wanted it to be just the three of you them. “Awfully considerate of you, Ei,” you murmur, and she’s so glad she took the things you and the Traveler taught her to heart. For a moment, she’s so sure of the outcome, but Yae pulls everyone back into the walk to the bathhouse. 

The rest of the Inazuma chapter goes by quickly. The trio spends some time in the bathhouse after some banter between Yae and Mizuki. Afterwards, Yae tells you not to be late and Ei wishes you well for the rest of your day. You’re left to do as you please, so you wander for a bit. Meeting up with the Arataki gang, you partake in an onikabuto beetle battle with the group. Itto spends the rest of your time together talking up himself, the idea of spending more time around here, and you/the Traveler until he tripped over himself and Kuki had to take over from there.

As the sunset draws closer, you make your way to the Sangonomiya Shrine as requested. Plenty of playable characters and NPCs alike were sitting scattered about on picnic blankets in soft colors. Yoimiya waved at the Traveler, and they waved back. They stopped to chat with the Kamisatos, a nod of acknowledgement to Kujou Sara. 

The Traveler, as your vessel, was led near the front and told to take a seat on one of the blankets. You can’t feel it, but the way it’s modeled makes you think that blanket is softer than anything you’ve ever touched in your whole life.

Murmurs carry through the air like bubbles as people take notice of Ei walking up to the Traveler. They still aren’t fully used to her being out and about, even for festivities. Although, given the purpose of this particular occasion, how could she not make an appearance. Some others add that they saw the two, along with the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, walking together earlier. Mutters of jealousy, praise, excitement, and speculation on relationships float around, but the god of eternity pays it no mind.

“For centuries I buried myself in my grief and dragged down my nation with me at the expense of many of its people. I declared your anomalous existence illegal because I didn’t bother to try understanding it,” she began, finally choosing not to let her feelings fester. “But you, in turn, came to understand me and my… behavior so you could help me understand. You guided me despite all I’ve done and still have yet to fully face. You showed me the inevitability of change and the beautiful role it plays in the pursuit of eternity. I understand now that eternity does not mean stagnation, regardless of my fears. Your assistance to Miko and the people’s will have made me accept change as I initiated it in myself.”

Ei lowered herself to sit next to you the Traveler on the soft blanket. “Thank you for all you’ve done for me and my nation. Here’s to the hope of finding long-lasting happiness, in all its forms, in the everchanging expanse of eternity that lies ahead.” She took a bite of something that looked a lot like Mizuki’s specialty, one treat out of many she’d been eating the whole day. “And here’s to the hope you’ll be here for it,” she quietly wishes.

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[lunahearts]

Okay I'm doing it. I'm chapter 96 posting.

This is not meant to be a big analysis post this is mostly just me sharing all the little moments that Marcille & Laios show their care for each other because they are SO beloved to me. Join me on the journey if you wish.

(but also the above statement may be a lie. I do have a point here, it turns out, and the point gets at some of my Big Feelings of what Dungeon Meshi has to say about the nature of friendship & living in the world)

So, first of all, the conversation about Laios being king at the start of the chapter. Just in general Laios insisting on presenting himself in his own way here is so good. Character development!!

Before the events of the story he hadn't shared his inner world with anyone but Falin. Now he's like Actually I'm gonna dress up in the discarded remains of my monstersona and that's just how it is.

And even though there are a LOT of parts of the story and bits of character growth that go into this, I think it specifically highlights some interactions from a few chapters ago.

After all, his initial reaction to having been in that monster form & coming out of it was trying to hide from everyone.

And I think everyone helping him put things in perspective here contributes to how he is able to present himself as king. They assure him that he is accepted, despite having just been seen by EVERYONE at his Peak "Weird Monster Guy" mode.

Highlighting what Marcille says here especially:

Going out to "face them with a smile" is EXACTLY what he does. Not right away. He's still pretty stressed in the following scene in this chapter. But he is able to face the crowds with a smile, eventually...

As king. Dressed in the memory of his most vulnerable moments, the most honest expression of his desire.

BUT I'M GETTING A LITTLE AHEAD OF MYSELF. Before the King Laios speech, there's a little moment with Marcille I want to highlight, because...

Did y'all know that by the end of the manga, Marcille isn't like... grossed out by eating monsters any more? Or at least, she's definitely changed her reaction to it. It's Namari who makes the "yeah it smells good despite what it is" comment, not Marcille.

We even get shots later of Tansu, Shuro, and Kabru being kinda grossed out by - but still going ahead and eating - the different Falin foods. Chilchuck also throws out a line about it being surprised that it's good.

But there's no disparaging comment from Marcille, despite the Everything of the situation. I just think that's also a nice little detail. She may not be as far in the monster eating game as Laios, but she's more willing to roll with the weirdness.

So after this little moment, this is when Laios comes out in his new regal outfit. And first of all...

This is such a good contrast to the moment when the group goes to save Marcille in chapter 84. The monsters had stopped attacking, and everyone's reactions to Laios and the others framed him as unsettling. Creepy. Maybe even traitors.

They even use some of the same labels (lord of the monsters/lord of the dungeon, dark lord/demon king)., but the context is that they are disgusted. The parallels in this manga....

Have a tendency to destroy me. What a difference in reception.

Anyway, after this moment, Laios stops to talk to the group... and I'd like to point out again: MARCILLE ISN'T FLIPPANT HERE EITHER!!

Chilchuck is still Chilchuck, of course, and I want to be clear I love that, too. Chilchuck is who he is to his core. His little jabs are very affectionate in this chapter.

But Marcille... Marcille only points to the Winged Lion symbol as being weird, not the monster bits. And like, considering what she's just been through with the lion, being skeptical of that part is... fair.

(don't get me wrong, her "that's fine and all" isn't exactly excitement. BUT the point I'm trying to make is less about her completely changing her feelings & preferences. It's more about how she expresses them, and how she treats Laios and HIS feelings & preferences)

And she continues to be so encouraging!! Wah!! Like, despite, all four of these people definitely caring about Laios, it's Marcille specifically who tells him to relax and just be honest. And you know what? I think that's what Falin would have said, too.

Please also note how cute everyone's little faces are in the crowd:

(see, Chilchuck loves him too!! Look at that fond face, and the cheer. and Senshi! and Namari! They really are such a family)

Laios' short speech actually has a little bit I'd like to highlight as well, since I think it is a nice little reflection of his choice to keep the lion insignia on his new outfit:

"Eat to your heart's content," he says. Not just "enjoy," or "let's eat."

Dunmeshi does such a wonderful job of framing so much about the Winged Lion with nuance, and this is a good example of that. Desire is not bad! Craving and consuming is beautiful. As Laios says when explaining the lion insignia...

It's not just something to get rid of.

So then... on to the feast!

And not only does Marcille not express any grossed out feelings, as I mentioned before... she even helps to gross out Chilchuck!!

Her weird girl powers are only just in their infancy. She will only grow more powerful in time...

As the feast goes on of course we get the group's realization about her hair, and I'd like to point out:

I really feel like they have such similar reactions to finding out about how the other has been affected by the Winged Lion

Just... the quiet concern. Not making a huge fuss, but... worried. Understanding. A little heartbroken for each other.

SPEAKING OF HEARTBROKEN REACTIONS THOUGH. WHAT COMES NEXT REALLY GETS ME.

After Chilchuck braids Marcille's hair for her, the topic of her needing to leave everyone comes up and...

God, these expressions. Every Time I see these panels I think about about what Laios saw in her nightmare. Her fears. The weight of inevitable loneliness, and the way it has marked her. As much as Marcille tries to keep things light when talking about it, he knows what this means to her. And it HURTS.

So he doesn't accept it. But do you notice how he frames this. Do you see. Not "do you want me to fix this." Not "hey I have an idea."

"Would you be willing to stay."

He doesn't know whether she will accept. Whether she will hate the idea, actually, of staying here with him. He's putting himself out there fully prepared for rejection & dismissal, as he has faced many times before.

But his pitch, his proposal to her, it's not JUST an excuse to ask her to stay, either. He's put thought into this. Into what Marcille could mean and do here. Not just to and for him, but for the people of this area. The place he has taken responsibility for.

He's also thinking about Falin. And about all the other little girls, the people of all sorts, just like her. He's thinking about the people who have been killed (burned at the stake???), hurt, shunned. About the people who have been abandoned. The people who are still alone.

He's not just offering Marcille an out from her isolation, he's offering her a new purpose. A new way to continue her work, to do the things she cares about. He SEES her! he understands her.

BUT ALSO HE'S SO NERVOUS OUGH. FIDDLING WITH THE PLATE. UNSURE IF SHE WILL CARE. UNSURE IF HE HAS IT RIGHT.

HE'S NOT GOOD WITH PEOPLE HE'S NOT GOOD AT THIS.

BUT THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. AND SHE WANTS THIS LIFE HE'S OFFERING HER.

Still... it's not that simple for her, even if for a moment she is swept up in how much she wants this.

Again here, Marcille is working so hard to be chill about the whole 'going west with the elves' thing. She looks absolutely devastated in the first panel, but puts on a smile in the second.

Maybe she doesn't want to bring down the mood. Maybe she doesn't want to burden everyone with what seems like the only option she has. Maybe she had already accepted the cost that might come with bringing Falin back. Maybe after everything with the Winged Lion, she doesn't want to risk letting herself fight for her desires too hard.

But hey. Desires aren't always bad. They aren't something to just get rid of.

A small bit of visual storytelling here... I love that Marcille is confined by the panel, but Laios is stepping outside of it. He's literally pulling her outside of the box she feels trapped in.

Also, I love that his first acts as king are:

1) welcome everyone to a big feast

2) stand by his friend and help her find happiness

It's great stuff and it's so Laios.

In addition to that, I love how this whole act actually plays out. I love that, while getting the elves to let Marcille go, he gets to be extremely cool and protective...

but also like. Not THAT cool and protective.

No really, I mean it! I think it's important! It's important that cool 'suave king guy Laios' is a front he puts up when he needs to deal with these strangers, and one that he completely drops once it's just him and Marcille.

He's not trying to impress her, or convince her he's cool and suave. Why would he? He trusts that she's okay with the messy, often unimpressive, sometimes kinda gross reality of who he is.

And isn't that what Dungeon Meshi is all about? Messy, unimpressive, gross reality. And how beautiful, how wonderful, how very precious it is

Especially when you get to share it with your friends.

[louscartridge]

bang chan with a reader who has daddy issues

bang chan x fem reader

cw- daddy issues and everything that comes with it (duh), mentions of sex and cockwarming, fluff, comfort.

a/n- whenever I see things with chan and daddy issues, its never actually daddy issues, its always just a daddy kink or whatever, yk? so this ones for all my stays with daddy issues out there 😞

❥ at first he'd think it was a bit strange, and he was a little confused. however, he wasn't surprised.

Chan had always had a good father, and he'd like to think he'd also be a good one, so he never understood how a dad could just be so rejectful towards their own child, but he knew that sadly, some of them are.

❥ you didn't even have to tell him about you daddy issues for him to eventually realize it. to be completely honest, he didn't ever know if you knew you had them.

❥ it was the way that you would grasp onto his arm, or get weirdly overly excited about small things, and some of your worries or things you would say that made him realize.

❥ but he knows that its the small things that you'd go over the moon for. he'd make sure you guys had movie nights, weather it would be with just the two of you, or the rest of his group, game nights, ect. he knows sometimes going out could be a bit overwhelming for you, so he'd try his best to cook for you. chan would also brush your hair every once and a while.... not only does he know you sometimes have trouble doing it yourself, but he also knows that it brings you some sense of comfort.

❥ one night you told him that you prefer to go to sleep when everyone was awake cause it gave you some sense of security, but you hated how alone you felt when you stayed up all by yourself. so now, he makes sure that you're asleep before he is. he'd lay there with you in his arms awake, for however long it takes for you to fall asleep before he does himself.

❥ Chan is so good at reassurance and reading you omg. he can tell when you're having your doubts.... weather you're feeling particularly insecure in the moment, or you're scared that he's gonna leave you, he can always tell. he's so good with his words, and his tone changes slightly whenever he's reassuring you in these moments. his 'i love you' somehow sounding so much softer then it usually does, along with his eyes looking much softer too.

❥ he doesn't want you to push yourself away cause you think he's gonna leave, hell always encourage you to talk to him. if you cant come out and say what you need, hell hint to the convo or start it himself.

using words face to face could be hard, he gets that. when you're too embarrassed to verbally talk to him about it, hell give you a piece of paper, and you could write what you need to on it, and give it to him whenever you're done. he'd never tell you when you needed to write on it though, that was all in your own time. even if you never gave it back to him, he just wants you to know that its always there for you to use and give to him.

❥ speaking of Chan being good at reading you, he can tell when you actually want sex or not. half the time, it's the look in your eyes. they're different, and glassy. not in a needy way or anything, but in a way where you look worried, scared, like you're about to cry.

sometimes you also use sex as a form of reassurance, but he needs you to know that you don't ever need to have sex with him just cause you think it'll make him stay. sometimes the two of you would just resort to cock warming if you really need to feel close to him, but hell try his best to turn you away.

"princess not right now." he'd say with his hands on both sides of your face, pulling you away.

"but daddy-"

"no, baby, im sorry. I'm always gonna be here tomorrow, and the next day, and every other day after, ok? I promise. I love you so much."

"always gonna be here." you'd nod to yourself with a small sniff.

❥ he understands that it might take you a bit to trust him, but he's so patient with gaining your trust. hell do everything he can to get it, and continue to do everything to keep it.

❥ Chan himself is a little possessive and get jealous easily, so he has no problem with that. what he does have a problem with, is the fact that half the time you're acting that way cause you think he's gonna leave or cheat on you. he'd never in a million years do either of those, and it breaks him whenever he thinks that you feel that. he never wants his baby to feel that way ever, but he knows there's not much he can do other then give you everything he has, and time.

you like that your boyfriend can be jealous and possessive tho. whenever he gets that way, you know for sure that he won't leave you. you are his, and he is yours. only and always.

❥ sometimes though, Chan does just need some space. there's nothing wrong with that, you know that. but you cant help but feel bad. 'was I too clingy? was I being annoying? oh god, he's gonna break up with me isn't he.' chan knows that's what you're gonna be thinking, so he always tells you a few days beforehand.

"babe, me and Felix are going somewhere on Thursday morning. I'll be back around 2:00 tho. ok?"

"why are you coming back so late?" you furrow your eyebrows.

"its a long drive is all"

he always comes back with flowers, or a stuffed animal, or something of the sort when he gets back. he'll text you and keep you updated whenever you can on days like that.

❥ since you're constantly around chan, you've gotten mad close to the guys. sometimes you find it funny, the group of you talking about how chan is always gushing about you, sometimes teasing him.

once you trust them enough, Hyunjin and Felix have field days with you telling them little things and details about your relationship.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Kaeya, Neuvillette, Ayato, and Wriothesley with a dragon s/o?

Also, how are you?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yeah!! I kinda sillies in Kaeya's part but I hope it's not a problem- Either way, I'm good! Snd you~? ^^

Hope you like what I wrote hehe

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Kaeya noticed dragon-like looking person when he was walking back home from Angel's Share, so naturally, he thoughts it's alcohol doing...

✧ but who is he to decline his fate? He came up and complimented your features anyway, sure tomorrow he'll see you as normal citizen

✧ from your end, you noticed the man was obviously under influence of alcohol but he wasn't harmful... so you let the conversation go the way you wanted~

✧ and when on next day he discovers it wasn't him tripping... well.. he's glad to have such an interesting friend! Because unless you push him away, he's not gonna back away from this friendship!

"My my~ It's rare to see someone so pretty! That tail must be really heavy, huh? Want me to hold it for you?"

✧ but if you two are lovers and he sees your real form by mistake... he'll be freezed for a second... hehe get it? Because in his ult he- ehem.. sorry..

✧ but when he sees you panicking, he immidietly chuckles and assures you while caressing your cheek with his hand gently and maybe flirt while he's at it as well~

"Why would I ever think you're a monster when you're as stunning as always, my darling? Maybe even more~ This "scary look" definitely makes you look even more lovable~"

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your cavalry capitan~

✧ Ayato, being head of Kamisato Clan, is always trying to be as respectful as possible, be it if you come from different region or aren't human... as long as you're friendly and give him respect back, he'd be happy to chat

✧ but dragons in Inazuma are still rarely seen... so when he noticed you on his walk, he tried approaching you with a soft look

✧ he honestly just wishes to get to know you and maybe realize the difference between human and dragons behavior... and who knows? Maybe he'll get to know even more if he plays his cards right?

"Good evening. I'm sorry it I started you, I just noticed your... rare beauty and wondered if you'd be interested in a little chat?"

✧ tho if you're already partners and you happened to hide your real form well... he'll be even more interested...

✧ how did you manage to hide it from him for so long? He's curious to me know this and many more about you

✧ but if he sees you're stressing yourself over the fact he found out, he'll be quick to calm you down, assuring you he still loves you the same

"Please calm down... I don't see why you hid it in the first place... Did you really thought I wouldn't love you just because you have tail? If anything, I say you only expanded my interest in you~"

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your boba lover!

✧ and so is Neuvillette~ he just has a bit of a better disguise while you're... walking proudly in your form... and that's alright!

✧ if you can be easily found on streets, he'll be happy to see another dragon friend and will probably even approach you himself

✧ Charlotte definitely saw you two interacting at some point, especially since Neuvillette is a big person, but of course she asked first before publishing anything and it's up to you if you were in the news or not!

✧ but if you prefer hiding in quieter places, there's still a chance he found you and yob two chatted either way

✧ he'd probably come off as calm but in reality, he's pretty excited to finally meet another dragon with such a pleasent personality

"I find it quite surprising we haven't met untill today... I'd like to get to know you more if you don't mind."

✧ and if it happens you both are already dating when you spoil your secret identity~ believe me, he won't mind one single bit!

✧ he literally can't understand why you even tried hiding it from him when he already told you he's the same

✧ but don't worry, he's not mad, if anything he's gentle and tries his best to be reassuring

"Why were you afraid? Haven't I already revelead I'm the same? My love for you can't be broken, no matter who you turn out to be."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge~

✧ Wriothesley is already friends with Neuvillette and has pretty sharp eye and ear, there's no way he didn't know his friend is a dragon

✧ so when he got our of Fortress of Meropide to get some work done and saw a dragon, of course he was surprised since seeing one is rare, but he also didn't care to make a scene

✧ he probably ignored you letting you live your life since there was no reason for him to interrupt anything, unless... you're wandering around terrains, the he may

"Excuse me, you may want to keep away from these terrains. You may be taken as a prisoner running away by mistake."

✧ and if you already were his partner, I feel like he'd hear some stories from his dragon friend already... so he'd joke that you act like some dragons in the stories, turning out to be... half joke...

✧ but when you finally reveal the truth to him, he doesn't mind at all! The only thing that changed is the way he may tease you from time to time but that's it

"Walking around in your true form for once? Glad you're comfy. But watch out for your tail or it'll knock down something."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your teddybear duke~

[jollyparaphernalia]

Welcome back to the Kingswap AU Yapping. Todays topic is Party Dynamics

(What's this?) Today we focus in on Clovis (Our swapped King now in Siffrins position). As you can see, his first introduction to the party was a bit of a...mixed affair? Guy's got some anxieties (Don't worry, they caught him later) WARNING: This chatter post i'm just gonna blanket as just being spoilers all around for 'In Stars And Time', and any content warnings that apply to the game also apply here.

First things first before getting into it...WOAH THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE RESPONSE! I wasn't expecting people to resonate so much with the idea, I was maybe expecting a small handful of notes, but seeing people interested and keysmashing in the comments/tags and theorizing makes me very happy! I also appreciate all the asks that have been sent in (Don't worry. I've seen you guys who are curious about how much of a freak Isabeau is re: the Stagemaster. I see you. I love you. I will get to those soon.) But the topic today is focused on Clovis.

Hey Jolly, what's the point of focusing on all this background stuff if this AU ends up in the loops anyways?

It's MY BRAINROT, and I SAY that the Orb Quest and background stuff is ESSENTIAL to the LORE A big part hanging over In Stars and Time is the Team. The Friends. The FAMILY. It is a huge crux of the motivations of Siffrin, and for this AU I wanna sell you on the Swapped King having a place in the party, and how the others bounce off of him and interact with him. It's fun translating someone like The King into a form that is a very different role but keeping some of the themes he comes with.

So, what's the Vibe?

Clovis is an awkward wet dog. He fills a similar niche that Siffrin does, being a semi-forgetful islander who is a complete disaster once you peel back the curtains, and is different in how he intersects with the party.

A small example would be puns. He doesn't make puns - but he ends up being funny anyways

"You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?" He forgets words a lot similar to Siffrin, and is mortified every time - but he says things so seriously that everyone has a great time anyways.

One on One, you can rank the differences between character interactions on...Do they Like Dogs or Cats More? Siffrin is Cat, Clovis is Dog.

Lets Look At The Most Different Dynamic Compared to Siffrin: Mirabelle.

Mirabelle prefers dogs. She struggles to understand Siffrin, and Siffrin struggles to understand her, and that is the crux of a lot of problems that happen in ISAT, with Mirabelle not wanting to seem nosey with Siffrins secrets.

So, she thrives alongside Clovis. A sad, wet dog she found behind a dumpster. Who is very, very intense and gives off unnerving energy.

Mirabelle leash your fucking cryptid. He's scaring the neighbours.

Clovis is slightly more open than Siffrin (Can't hide behind a hat, after all) and he willingly searched out the Party to join them on their quest to save Vaugarde (Though he's a bit cagey on answering why outside of thats what a knight would do, but thats okay). He's willingly pledged his service, and Mirabelle appreciates having someone who is unambiguously on her side without having to be asked. It also helps that he also seems a little scared all the time, but thats okay. They can be brave together. (She just wishes that he wouldn't put himself in harms way all the time)

Mira also considers Clovis to be a bit of a good luck charm, in fact - she's learned she can take him out to do errands, and for some strange reason...She doesn't get bothered nearly as much by strangers approaching her to talk with the 'Chosen of the Change God'. Going shopping is almost pleasant when he's with her!

Clovis isn't really sure why it happens either. (It's because you scare the shit out of people with your neutral expression, dude.)

Hey, wouldn't that kinda dedication be a little weird for Mirabelle?

Maybe. I'd like to think they're on a weird similar wavelength, with Clovis being so deep in his knightly sensibilities and being so polite to her. Some....secret third thing (It's friendship. Ace for Ace solidarity). Clovis would probably catch onto the papers well before Dormont, but, well. He'd probably not wanna snoop about it, cause that's rude!

(He's some flavour of Ace? You decide. shipping ain't off the table, but that's not the focus for this AU. The focus is pain and the agonies). Much like how in the artbook insertdisc5 muses that Siffrin would travel with Odile the longest, I think Clovis would join Mirabelle for her pilgrimage.

So, what about someone who is more a Cat person?

Like, say, Odile! Great topic change. Clovis steals Siffrin's spot as 'Odile's chosen for Secret Quests' because he's good at keeping secrets, though...Odile has to pay a bit more attention to Clovis when left in a book store or library on his lonesome. Guy just hones in on Headache books like candy.

As seen above with the first meeting, Clovis also keeps a lot of Siff's Sus energy. But considering how easily Clovis tends to cave under Odile's pressure, the idea that he could be an assassin from the Stagemaster is laughable at best. (And also easily disproved, considering how active The Stagemaster is in Orbquest for this AU)

You know how in ISAT proper, Odile's Susquest is incredibly hard to get naturally, and often needing a guide to achieve for the typical player? Yeah that's reversed. Clovis can't act for SHIT and Odile can read him like a book. Clovis going through the House of Dormont and has one innocent conversation with the team and you just hear*Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!* Cats can keep secrets, but you KNOW when a dog has done something they shouldn't have. (Odile probably finds that both funny and charming?)

Now, just cause Clovis can't keep a personal secret, and is potentially easy to read...doesn't mean he isn't cunning. After all...The King in ISAT proper is able to deduce that there's something fucky going on with Siffrin, and is perfectly capable of deception.

Clovis voted 'second least likely to beat someone in chess (first being Isabeau on purpose)' but the truth of the matter is he's probably cracked at that. Probably would also love Strategy Games (And is fucking awful at poker).

He'd also prolly join Odile and Isabeau in smoking a bong and going drinking. They're both prolly delighted at this (Out straight edge little knight smoking and drinking? The scandal!)

So...What's Up With Isabeau And Clovis. Is Isabeau...interested in Clovis like he is Siffrin?

WELL. THERE'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING COMPLICATED HERE.

We can't talk about Isabeau and an AU'd KING and not get a LITTLE bit into The Gender. Even in the baseline material, you can probably write essays on the compare/contrast between The King and Isabeau regarding their masculinity and how it manifests (and in fact, i'm almost sure people have!). Seriously, The King literally chose his title. An explicitly masculine title, with him specifically highlighting the ability to make decisions and force his will onto others.

There's shades of it here, but the villainous side of it is understandably no longer present. Clovis...well, Clovis has a complex relationship to his gender? Unlike Siffrin (who is explicitly said to have never done Body Craft) The King is stated to HAVE done Bodycraft at some point (even if it was to BE BIG), so...Clovis maybe has thought about it (maybe even done it?).

I like to say he's explicitly attached to being A Guy. I'm talking full on 'yippee!' if people call him Sir Clovis. Could just be he's happy to be identified As a Knight...could be something more.

I'll leave the interpretation to you.

But wait! You said it was complex, this seems straightforward?

Well. The second half of it is that Clovis...explicitly wants to be seen as a protector. He doesn't WANT to scare people, he doesn't WANT to be seen as intimidating or weird or strange and intense. He doesn't want the Party to see him as dangerous or scary. ('But you're the good kind of scary!' is prolly what Mirabelle would say, the horror loving fanatic she is.)

Not that Clovis would ever -voice- it, but he so very desperately wants what Isabeau has. And vice versa, Isabeau I think would deeply admire Clovis for being practically fearless when it comes to taking on the burdens of the adventure. Clovis takes things in stride (even if in social contexts he's VERY NERVOUS) and yet...Clovis might be anxious...but Clovis isn't a coward. Clovis knows what he wants to be. If shit hits the fan, Clovis is marching forward, focused and unafraid to use what cunning he can muster to get through the obstacle.

So, yeah, Isabeau and Clovis are definitely two bros bonding over being dudes, 100%. Maybe not super outwardly, but it's there. The whole thing smacks of Gender. They both want what the other got.

Does that translate to a crush from Isabeau that Clovis is oblivious to? I haven't decided yet (I lean towards yes? because thinking about Loop having an aneurysm watching Isabeau be an idiot trying to confess to Clovis makes me happy)

They're friends, at a minimum.

Hey Wait a Second! How is Clovis with Touch?

He's so-so about it! He has the bonus of having his armor insulate him, so, the party will casually touch his armored bits like his gloves and chestplate, but...he reacts about as well as Siffrin is to sudden touch. He'd like it! But. Uh...Well. Not like he can remember a time when someone hugged him, you know? (He'd like a hug, but that would be weird to ask for. Something something knightly distance something something.)

But Wait! There's One More Party Member! What about Bonnie?

(Yes for the timecraft from the Stagemaster, btw, i'll get into it another time)

Eye incident? What Eye Incident? Bonnies right over there, see?

Bonnies all well and go- what? You want them to turn around? Okay...Hey! Bonnie!

Turn around for us!

See? Bonnies fine. Everything is fine. It's. Fine. Maybe we'll get into the tale there another time. (That's not a typo. Bonnie calls him Cloves :) )

get out of here you cheeky twink

Anyways, what's the Conclusion here?

Clovis wants to support the party. Clovis, just a little bit selfishly, wants to be useful to them just a little bit longer, if only to make sure Bonnie gets back to their sister (and so she can yell at him profusely and maybe beat him to death with a hammer)

If Siffrin's mantra is 'i'm fine', Clovis' is 'I can handle it.'

See? He's strong. That's what knights are for, right? Bearing the burden? He can handle it. He can handle it.

SO WHY CAN'T HE HANDLE IT?!

Once again I hope you enjoyed this little journey here, and i'd like to thank everyone again for being so curious about my brainrot (and a big thanks again to the isat discords AU channel for feeding my worms)

Anyways thank you byyyyeeeeeeeee, have Clovis enjoying a parfait

[tennessoui]

6 from the prompt list please! or 13 if you prefer, thanks :D

6 it is!

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this' (LATEST) - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

6. 'is there a reason you're naked in my bed?'

Logically, Anakin knows he should pinch himself. But he also knows that the likelihood of this being a dream is relatively high. And if it is a dream and he does pinch himself hard enough to wake up, then he's going to be incredibly sad.

He doesn't want to be incredibly sad right now, not when he feels so...well. He doesn't know. He isn't sure he has the words. Not sad, at the very least. Breathless, even though that's not an emotion. Disbelieving? Giddy?

He'd consult his master on the matter, because Anakin's master enjoys nothing more than in-depth conversations involving the act of pinpointing and categorizing Anakin's emotions, but his master is currently asleep.

In Anakin's room.

In Anakin's bed.

Anakin retraces his steps and looks down the corridor, back into the shadowy kitchen area. Yes, these are his quarters. He's sure of it. From this vantage point, he can see the multi-fronded plant--normally green but lately a concerning brown shade--that sits by his sofa.

He gives into the urge to pinch himself as he walks back into his room and sees his master once more. Asleep. On Anakin's bed. Underneath Anakin's covers.

He sucks in a breath when all he feels is a burst of pain radiating from the soft skin of his inner elbow.

Obi-Wan is still there, though he's turned his head slightly. The covers have shifted, tugged down by his master's sleeping body.

A bare, pale shoulder and the upper inches of chest are revealed by the movement, and Anakin's mouth goes dry before flooding with saliva.

He approaches the bed cautiously, heart thundering against his ribs like it's the nebulous and evil form of Darth Sidious he's trying to sneak up on and not his very real, very soft and warm looking master.

Please don't take this from me, he thinks, prays, to Obi-Wan and the Force as he carefully, gently, touches Obi-Wan's shoulder to prod him awake.

"Master," he murmurs when his master's eyes open. They look heavy, his eyelids, and his Force signature itself feels groggy as it butts up against the edges of Anakin's.

"'nkin," Obi-Wan greets. Having taken stock of the situation and, apparently, deciding it does not require him to participate, his master shuts his eyes again and rolls over onto his side.

Anakin tries not to see it as the invitation is so clearly looks like.

After all, he has questions. Very relevant questions. Very pressing ones. Because as far as he knows, and as close as they are--and even though Anakin would much prefer them even closer--Obi-Wan has never decided out of the blue to strip his clothes and sleep in Anakin's quarters instead of his own.

Anakin would think he'd remember it if he had. He thinks it'd probably be burnt into his retinas, like this moment will almost certainly be from now until the day he rejoins the Force.

So he has questions. And even if he would love to strip himself of his own clothes and curl up along his master's very inviting and yes, very warm to the touch, back, he thinks he should probably get all his answers first.

And then, Force be good, cuddling can happen later.

"Master," he says, shaking Obi-Wan's shoulder again, harder this time, until Obi-Wan's back falls back against the mattress once more and his eyes are blearily, sleepily, focused once more on Anakin. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping," Obi-Wan mutters. It has the inflection of one who is extremely sharp and grumpy, but then his master looks frankly too sleep-mussed to pull off the tone. "What d'you need?"

Anakin blinks and then frowns. It's definitely his room. This is definitely his bed. There, on the wall next to the door is an old podracing poster he'd found at a bargain during a jaunt to the Lower Levels. His master would never have something like it.

So it's definitely, absolutely his room.

"Did you touch a holocron or something, Master?" he asks, poking at Obi-Wan's shoulder again when he notices that the other man's eyes have slid shut once more. "Or drink something you're not supposed to? Wait, are you drunk, Obi-Wan?"

"No," Obi-Wan grumbles. "Stop asking questions."

This is, of course, not the first time that Obi-Wan's begged him to do that. So he should know that nothing makes Anakin ask more questions than a verbal kibosh on asking things.

"Right, well, just one more thing though," Anakin whispers. He keeps his voice down out of respect for his sleepy master. His sleepy master who opens one eye to glare at him. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

He doesn't really mean it as a gotcha moment or anything, but that's the way it sounds when it leaves his mouth. To be fair to him, there's not really a better way to say it, and it's not as if he can really follow the question up with addendums like: but of course you're welcome to stay forever if you want.

Even though, yeah, Obi-Wan is welcome to stay naked in his bed for forever.

Should he want.

"Hot," Obi-Wan mutters, and his eyes close again. Anakin peers closer at his face. He'd been distracted earlier by all the bare skin on display, but now that he's really looking, he can see sweat beading up along Obi-Wan's temple, turning the edges of his hair dark with moisture.

Anakin can feel his eyebrows furrow, and he presses his hand against Obi-Wan's forehead and then cheek. "You're burning up," he says, mostly to himself. "Are you sick, Obi-Wan? Do you feel sick?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says. "Now hush."

"Force, Obi-Wan! Why didn't you go to the Halls of Healing?" Anakin gripes, hand loosely cupping Obi-Wan's cheek. He's not really--taking his temperature anymore. Instead, he's just sort of stroking the skin just above his beard.

But apparently his master is borderline delusional with fever, so if he asks about the unnecessary face touching after his sickness has passed then Anakin's just going to remind him that apparently, he crawled into his bed and then took off all his clothes because he felt warm.

"We need to get you to a healer," Anakin decides when Obi-Wan does nothing more than push into his hand, like some pathetic and sickly tooka-cat.

Which, honestly, his master is doing a pretty good job pretending to be.

"No," Obi-Wan protests though, removing himself from Anakin's touch. It feels like a punishment, and Anakin has to wonder if his master meant it to. If he understands how bereft it makes Anakin feel, to stand by his own bedside with everything he's ever wanted in tucked in between his sheets, and not be allowed to touch.

He must not, because a moment later, his master adds, fever heavy in his voice, "Knew you'd take care of me."

Anakin swallows around the heart in his throat. "What?"

But Obi-Wan just hums and rolls back onto his side. "Hold me til the fever breaks," he commands, and Anakin doesn't even bother pinching himself before he's climbing into the bed behind his master. He wants too much. He'll take what he can get. Especially when what he can get is his master pushing himself back into the circle of Anakin's arms with a soft sigh.

He'll take whatever parts of his master he's allowed. Germs and all.

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Some devils(kings n nobles) turn into a plushie n MC finds out thing about themselves. Self indulgent as fuck bc I love this trope

MC: I knew i had something wrong with me. But ur just so cutteeeee ;(((

Mammon, sitting on their lap, weighing MC down so they cant stop petting him: I don't see how this can be wrong

MC: Mammon ur guts gonna spill out, I'm not doing thisss

Beelzebub, on their shoulder: Grinding it is!!!

MC, dying inside: I cant survive this

Satan, can't bite, can't scratch, his punches r soft: u won't

....

Strangling Leviathan is even easier, but it doesn't give the same effect.

Carrying Belphegor is also easier, too much, u forgot him in ur pocket at least 3 times n he didn't even say anything.

Asmo is... Charm still works. His plush guts doo spill out. But damn being a sexless plush does NOT stop him from being a whore. (ITS UR OPPORTUNITY TO BATHE HIM, PUT HIM IN THE DISHWASHER)

Lucifer is chilling. Maybe more than others actually. Gamigin took him in and just carrying him around and treating him well bc he was raised well :) He was forgotten I flower pot 15 different times.

....

Gehhenna camp

Paimon, I think, can sew, so he makes new clothes for himself constantly n makes MC do photoshoots together. How he operates the machine in this form so well? Wouldn't u want to know. :)

Leraye n Zagan hate NOT being carried. They will full on whine if u don't hold them. Talisman r attached to u more easily n u still have no idea when he did that. Ripping cloth sounds the same as thunder if u do it fast enough, pls keep an eye on Leraye.

Astaroths snake carries him in its mouth and stares at u to fix him. He narrates his writings n makes u write for him bc, turns out, having stumps for hands fucks up ur motor skills.

Jjuy looks normal in Belials hands now! He looks like little tsum in his arms. :3

Ppyong is bigger tsum, but still a tsum. He can fly. Surprisingly. Imagine him pulling out that cum bottle from his stomach like normally, but he doesn't have a neck.

Sitri... gets punted out of the window.

Amy... also gets punted out of the window.

Watching the two fight is fun! As always! But stitching them back up, literally, becomes kinda annoying.

.....

Tartaros camp

Valefor tries to protect u from a stray devil cat. But u pick him up and protect him instead bc that cat was ready to kill him. The plushie is heavier than others.

Eligos - the cutiepie got even cuter. MC almost dies from a heart attack. Gets pampered even more than usual, which is... INSANE. But he deserves it.

Bimet... He's so loud. He finds ur wallet n scoffs bc there's not enough money. Steals it anyway. Hides in his small plushie robe and ur wallet pokes out of it.

"Oh so thats whos been stealing my wallet."

"It wasnt hard because ur wallet so thin."

"Give it back."

"No."

....

Hades camp

Glasyabolas hides in his plushies n jumps cares u constantly. He hides in darker parts of the castle making u literally hunt him down n tries to bite ur ankles. (Pretends to be dead well, no blinking or anything, he looks terrifying n gets mad when u dont act out on ur urges)

Badbatos, *sigh*, ull have to bathe him so many times bc he keeps hiding in the flowers n getting dirty. LOVES drying under the sun still, I think that's half the reason why he gets dirty in the first place.

Foras... Also hides. And prefers to stay hidden. Made u trip at least 3, first time it was accidental, every other bc he wanted to feel ur weight on him. Became a pancake.

Orias, ull be lucky if he doesn't stab anyone. Melts in ur hands. Absorbs all the compliments n goes to be a menace to others, be they're a plushie or not. He hunted down devils while in this form. Humorous to anyone who isn't hinted down.

....

Abbyssos/Avissos

Amon - asleep for most time. Sleeps in ur pillow so check before going to sleep. Curls up like a kitten occasionally.

Naberius has two more heads permanently now with dog ears n a tail. He needs to find new glasses bc plushie-ness changed his prescription n glasses became fake.

Stolas is so loud, and so so so so annoying to listen to. He has a lot to say, n u can't even be mad at him bc he's so cute. Denies it bc his pride depends on it. Melts anyway.

Bael sighs bc u have to force him to take a break. It's ur vacation now.

"Im sorry." He says while sitting on the desk with u doing documents for him

"Its okay." Pat his head.

....

Nifleheim camp

Gusion finds new glasses faster than Naberius did n helps him find glasses for him. Actually not chill at all, has no control over his voice n good cranky bc he can't write down his calculations well enough n ure too slow for him.

Bathin stays on ur head. For wherether reason. He just likes being tall. U stuck a star sticker on his forehead bc he misbehaved less than others.

Agares n Vassago stay together in a corner scheming the whole curse duration. Harumon stayed the same n helps u wrangle the plushie in needed places, but refuses to touch Vassago, actively hides behind u when plushie moves towards him. Teach Agares some tricks by throwing orange pieces his way.

Beleth can't smoke, has to go cold turkey for the curses duration n is STRUGGLING. He can't do his job, he drags Belphegor around for u. If u smoke asks u to shotgun him every time u take out a cigarette.

....

Paradise Lost camp

Marbas. U need two arms to hold him in place. Weirdly chill about the whole situation. The blood packets became fake, n he hid it for a few days from u.

Morax, stays on ur shoulder and looks around for u to keep an eye on people. His powers didn't die, but u need fix him together constantly so he's not allowed to heal while he's like this.

Buer is... asleep? Meditating? Smelling the incense? Fuck if u know. But he stays in one place so ure not scared for him. U will pluck him with u if Bimet starts acting out tho. Besties reunite n now scheme together.

Gamigin runs behind u so u either pick him up n suffer consequences of that (he moves too much n smack u a lot with his smaller, still metal, staff) or suffer consequences of letting him fall face first (Lucifer is glaring u down, + ur heart is breaking bc come on its Gamigin, be nice to him.).

....

Abbadon camp

Phenix calms down. Mild calm. He's still horny but almost all plushie follow the same mold so he ACTUALLY feels his brain working! He's so weirdly damp tho...

Ronove is so cute, nuzzles into ur leg, n u get the strong urge to punt him into a window with other annoying plushies. But u control urself. For now. Ronove meets Glasyabolas n now both of them attack ur ankles. Or both of them bully Dantalion n now u have a completely different damp toy to bathe.

N while we talk about Dantalion, use him as ur stress relief, throw him against a wall. He won't die from that N he doesn't have bones! He'll moan a lot but look it's just a side effect for ur stress reliever. Look at the bright side, If he spills a few plushie insides, both of u will enjoy it :)

....

Heaven camp, only seraphim

Micheal hisses at u when u find his new hiding spot, but u pull him out n he melts bc he's so touch starved since Lucifer left. Baby him for a bit n he won't leave u alone. Probably will call u his sibling?? Probably he's a bit out of it.

Raphael can't eat weaker angels, he became the weaker angel, tries to feed himself to u. Fails. Tries to bite u but he's a plushie so it doesn't work either. Throws a tantrum. Second later, nuzzles into ur chest n almost purrs.

Gabriel bites ankles. He tries to slash them too, but fails bc he's weapon is fake. If u pick him up he tries to punch u in the face. He's punches aren't that painful n really ticklish. He gets pissed odd if u laugh.