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asunflowerana · 5 months ago

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sunday couple — satoru gojo

summary: Satoru does anything for good and cheap food, especially making you his girlfriend.

warnings: satoru is on his early twenties, friends to lovers, lots of banter, gojo smooth like butter. wc: 1400+

a/n: satoru could take me to eat crickets, and I'd still follow this stupid gorgeous man.

The red, and yellow lamps hanging on poles illuminate Shibuya’s central square, crowded with citizens scouring the fair full of assorted supplies. The smell of cardamom powder from a spice stall enters your nostrils, making your nose numb as you try to follow your friend Satoru, the one who left you behind for a taiyaki seller.

You never thought you’d be traded for a fish cake, but here you are.

Satoru checks the pockets of his pants in front of him, taking the coins and handing them to the friendly old lady owner of the sweets. She gives him one small cake, and you can almost see him salivating with the piece of sugar in his hands.

“Your grandma taught you to share, Toru.” You counter with arms crossed, at the same time as he fills his mouth with a good bite of cake, the chocolate ganache sticking out to the sides and smearing his fingers. He breathes in pure relief, and you wonder how hungry he really was since you both went outdoors.

“It’s too small for two.” He has the courage — stupidity is better — to eat the last piece of the taiyaki in front of you, rubbing his hands together to get rid of the remains of bran and stuffing after that. You could cut his white hair right there.

“Then buy me another one,Toru! I’m hungry too!"

”Sweets aren’t good for your teeth, little ______.“ He sends you his special sunny grin, moving his hand to call you closer, his black jacket hanging loose on his shoulders. "C'mon, I’ll find you a diner. My treat.”

His smooth manner almost makes you forget for a moment that he had just refused to share that sweet with you. Not even a little apology, what a goon.

“You better,” Mumbling, you join his pace, walking right beside him as you both stroll through the park.

You were supposed to be at home watching the six-hour marathon of your favorite comedy show, but Satoru showed up at your door in the afternoon, puppy eyes asking you to help him pick out a present for Shoko’s birthday next week, and you couldn’t say no. Not only because you wanted her to have something nice, but because unfortunately, Satoru has a special power over your heart, that makes you want to say yes even if he shows up at 4 AM in the morning for a bike ride through town — which actually happened once, but that’s a story for another time.

He had this infuriating power since third grade, when both became neighbors and he decided to kick a soccer ball right to your window, giving you quite the fright. You can remember the way you threw the ball on his chest, mad at the crazy boy who didn’t stop laughing and left without a single scratch.

The crazy boy that owns a part of your heart, a part that you wish could be noticed by him. But Satoru has always been too unpredictable to read, especially when it comes to his emotions.

A new smell, fried fish and miso soup catch your attention, and a man in his forty approaches you both, coming out of a small but attractive restaurant, izakaya type. He wears casual clothes, portraying a very large smile and belly.

“Come close young couple, here at Goro’s house you’ll find Shibuya’s best of the best food to fill your hungry tummies, ho ho ho-” You both look at each other with the same frown on your faces. Does this man think you’re in kindergarten?

Well, Satoru actually has the face, but anyway.

“...and lucky for you, today is a couple's Sunday!” This caught your attention.

“What do you mean by "lucky for us”, sir?“ The man’s eyes pop even more open, excited for more clients.

"Every Sunday couples only pay half for the dinner combo! Here is on our board.” He points at the medium black slate place beside an array of plants at the izakaya’s entrance.

“COUPLE’S SUNDAY: 50% OFF FOR COUPLES BUYING THE SPECIAL GORO’S FISH COMBO."

"Wait,” Satoru gulps down, his hands almost trembling from such good news. “So couples really pay half for dinner?”

He abruptly catches your hand in his, his warmth heating your skin and making your heart flutter in response. “Because we totally are!” He practically shouts that, with a huge grin on face like a kid spotting a candy store. He looks at you, shining marine eyes gazing at yours with excitement.

“Right, baby?"

You don’t even know how to react, completely shocked by the nickname that you’ve always daydreamed of him calling you. The way it comes out of his mouth, with his voice, it’s such a precious moment, you can’t believe it’s all for a ridiculous excuse to get a food discount. Before you realize your situation, you’re already seated by a diner table, your friend on the opposite chair in front of you, his goofy smile still on his face as he checks the menu.

His hand remains holding yours on the table, and you can already feel the sweat forming on your palm from the heat and your nerves.

"What… in the world just happened?” You blurt it out, confused as ever.

“Told you I’d buy you dinner, dear _____. And guess what?” He leans his torso towards you, his chest pressing on the wooden table keeping you both apart. “They have free dorayakis for dessert."

Rainbows could come out of him by now.

”But we’re not a couple, you dumb!“ You hiss, leaning just the same as he did, worried that the customers around might notice your facade.

”I know, we’ll just keep pretending and it’ll all be good.“ Satoru is really good at acting, talking to you like he was babbling sweet praises like those dorky clingy couples.

He’s such a tease, and he doesn’t even know. Actually, you think he does know it.”Toru, this is not a—"

A waiter comes to your table, making you both split from your previous position and sit right in your seats. From his trail, he places on the table bowls of udon, plates of unagi, portions of tempura, and green tea. The smell from the steam coming out of the dishes is so amazing, that the only thing your brain processes now is food.

“You were saying?” Satoru playfully questions, thanking the waiter before picking up his chopsticks and digging the thick noodles before him.

“…..Fine.” You surrender, not really having the strength to refuse this. “But if there’s only one dorayaki later, it’s mine."

"We can share."

”But sweets aren’t good for your teeth, little Satoru.“ You mock him right after sucking a noodle into your mouth, the food tasting much better now that you can see his speechless face scrunching up.

"That’s totally unfair!” He protests, crossing his arms with a pout, a piece of nori on the corner of his mouth. “I’m your boyfriend, you should treat me nice."

You wish your heart wouldn’t beat so fast.

But since you’re both pretending, you may as well enjoy it. "First lesson for you: don’t ever let your girlfriend be hungry. Ever."

"If I give you all of my tempura, will you share the dorayaki?” You hum, pretending to think. “C'mon now, baby! I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’ll think about it.”

In the end, you let him have a good bite of dessert, which is kinda fair since he was the one paying for the whole meal. That dinner really made you heavy, tummy full of food, completely satisfied and pleased. You even wrote down the name of the place, to come back with your friends in another opportunity.

And it seems that your friend also had a similar idea.

“Are you free next Sunday?” He asks, walking ahead of you, his gaze facing the starry sky as he ponders something alone.

You know sometimes he likes to venture ahead to ease his mind when there’s something on it, so you don’t mind him going a few feets ahead, knowing he’s still aware of your surroundings even if you’re behind him.

Satoru never failed to protect you.

“You’re not planning on doing the dating story again, right?” You chuckle, sensing that this will become a Sunday routine for both of you. “They’ll start suspecting if we keep coming every week, you know we’re not really dating.”

“Then let’s date for real.” And again, he turns his wholesome blue gaze towards you, offering another one of the famous, breathtaking Satoru’s grins. But in this case, this one is reserved only for you.

“How about that?”

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thedivineart · 2 years ago

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Confirmation Signs To Determine Your Future Spouse

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one

wishing well, a fountain, throwing coin and wishing in fountain, unexpected meeting, receiving the most special gift from someone, a lost purse/wallet, climbing alone in mountain to reduce stress/ hangout, being alone without feeling lonely, a dog coming towards you, small home in forest, cross roads, being happy in other people relationship, going to building/institutions to fix legal documents, a friends to lovers trope, visioning your past life, a gallantry from someone, aiming financial achievement, lucky money wins, a nest eggs, flames, mutual feelings with someone, being flirt, co-worker, a new friend, ships, a little home/cottage, new house/places, moving to a new place, soulmate connection, meeting perfect person/ ideal lover, seeing lots of abiding love, wedding, wedding rings, hurt/painful feeling, hospital/doctor, unrequited love

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two

changing location whether it is for work or residency, when you heal from the past, starting a new, stork, a invitation for a event, gifts ( receive or give ), helpful advice from someone, receiving lots of good news, a clock/time, your hate and fear towards someone, a handshake, a journey ( travel ), birds, sharing ( partnership), food, restaurant/ fast-food places, notice of correspondence from important bills, writer/ journalist, financial loans/help, being at your lowest point such as feeling trapped/tired/staying at home/unhealthy situation, a friend betrayal, older than you, foreign, lawyer/authority, being attack, an enemy, invitation in weddings or engagements, church, cemetery, thinking negative/ having negative thoughts, a large body of water such as beaches, pools, fountains etc, night, cold weather/winter, locks, fishes, physical union with someone, a mending of broken friendship/ex love, party, clubs

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three

younger, foreign / leader, bad girl & boy image/personality, unexpected kiss, feeling lonely, a new lover/person, family oriented, lady and moody, soulmates connection, unexpected friendship with someone, horse/sagittarius, a good news coming, an artist/poet, student of arts, athletic body or an athlete, lack of focus in commitment, receive or give gifts, fountains, generous, wears uniform that symbolize their position at work, a friend, co-worker, a peer, taking time to heal the wounds of the past, in park, in forest, walking around and meeting someone new, having time alone, wandering in woods, in the big trees, travel, achievement, lucky breaks, successful moving up ( at work or something), the space, distance, someone is far away, delay, receiving love letters and bouquet of flowers, country side, simple life, money surrounds them, professional person, workaholic and less focus on love, a bank; good at handling finances, provides good advice in finance, a happy family, fire/burning, summer, evening, warm weather country, good judgement, social

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four

authority, can be foreign, arrogant, weddings, older, negative emotions, large body of water such as beaches, pool, fountains, lake, pond etc, night, cold weather/winter, a dog, a friend, a church, a purse, money, financially stable/ wealthy, office, jewelry box, a social butterfly, enjoy clubs and socializing, likes to be busy and active, wine, travel, trips via water, clouds, heavy rains, good partner, sensual, good at financial advice, an expensive wedding of a friend, children, financially secure, fixing cars, lily, workaholic, trying their best at difficult situation, lion, a Leo sign, quite, electric, jealous and possessive, like to give great advice, streets of gold

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archangeldyke-all · 7 months ago

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prologue to the next ao3 fic i'm writing! it's childhood friends to enemies (to lovers) with sevika! hope you enjoy <33

30 years ago

Sevika trudges through the streets, kicking a rock along as she goes. Being ten fucking sucks.

At the time, Sevika always thought that six would be the worst year of her life. That was the year her mom died. It was also the year her dad started drinking. But now she’s older and wiser; finally big enough to work in the mines: and Sevika’s beginning to suspect that life just gets worse and worse until you’re lucky enough to die.

Seven was worse than six. Seven was when Sevika learned that if she was going to steal and scam to feed herself, she was also going to have to fight. Sevika got her nose broken four times when she was seven.

Eight was when she got tall and smart enough for her dad to feel threatened by her. It was the first time her nose had ever been broken by him.

And nine was when her childhood cat died. She found poor little Ladybug in the back corner of her dad’s closet, cold and stiff, curled up on top of her mom’s favorite red poncho.

But even in those years Sevika wasn’t constantly sore, and her feet weren’t always blistered and bleeding, and she wasn’t coughing up dust all the time.

And now she is. For less than a hundred bucks a week.

Still. She has found one nice thing about being ten.

“Sevika!” You squeal as you sprint up to your best friend’s side. Sevika tries to bite back her smile. She’s pretty sure she succeeds.

“Easy.” She grunts as you launch yourself into her arms. You’re clinging around her waist, uncaring of the fact that she’s covered in soot. When you pull away to grin up at her, your cheek is smeared in black dust. Sevika chuckles and wipes it clean for you. “Hey, Honeybun.” She greets. The nickname makes your smile impossibly wider.

“How were the mines today?” You ask as you haul your old flour bag over your shoulder. You’re so tiny, still only seven, and the bag is half your size. Sevika sighs, easily lifting it out of your grasp and hitching it over her shoulder for you.

“Eh. You know.” She shrugs, trying to act tough, like she wasn’t just on the verge of tears from exhaustion. “How’s your Gramps?” She asks. You shrug, digging around in the little satchel you keep slung over your side.

“He says to say hi to you. He said if I sell all these buns I can take five dollars of the profits.” You gesture to the bag hanging off Sevika’s shoulder. “Wanna help? We can use the money we earn to get some spicy slugs from Jericho’s!” You offer. Sevika grins. She’d say yes even if you weren’t buying her food.

“I got nothin’ better to do.” She says cooly as you pull a bundle of fabric out of your bag. You unravel the scrap, and Sevika knows what’s wrapped in it before you can even unveil it. She can smell the cinnamon. You reveal the pastry to her with a grin, and her belly growls. Sevika briefly wonders if the sound is from her hunger, or if it's from the bugs that always seem to be crawling around in her stomach when she’s with you. She snatches the treat out of your grip and tears into it, trying to distract herself from the fuzzy feeling in her chest. “Cinna-roll for my Cinna-Sev.” You sing-song. Sevika rolls her eyes, nudging you with her elbow and huffing an embarrassed laugh.

“Fuck off.”

She follows you blindly, letting you lead her up the winding streets of the Undercity and toward the docks. You’ve got a few spots around the city you frequently visit to sell baked goods, and judging by the way sailors are grinning and waving at you, this is one of them.

“Bread girl!” A woman hauling a net full of fish off a boat calls. You giggle and wave at her.

This has been the best part of Sevika’s days as of late: passing out bread to strangers with one hand, snacking on treats with the other, as you exchange and count coins and loafs with your adoring customers.

Sevika first bumped into you three days into starting work at the mines. You came down to pass out rolls to the miners dismissed at lunch time, and a few teenagers were giving you trouble. Two of them were throwing your bag of rolls over your head in a cruel game of keep away, while the third teen was snooping through the little coin purse you’d dropped. You were pathetic, and clearly about to be robbed blind, and Sevika was tired. But… She couldn’t help herself, and she stepped in to defend you.

You both ended up getting beaten to a pulp, and you still got robbed; but she earned your friendship.

You’ve been there to pick her up from work when she gets off every day since then. She gets teased endlessly for it. She’s ten, and you’re only seven. All the kids she works with want to know what she’s doing with a baby like you. But those kids haven’t tasted your grandpa’s treats. And they’ve never made her laugh like you do.

Sevika watches you work with a small smile. She wonders if you know how cute you are and play it up to sell more buns, or if it’s really just you. Bugs start crawling around in her stomach again, and Sevika tears her eyes away from you, looking up at the sky instead.

It’s rare that she ever gets to see so much sky. Down in the Undercity, the sky is sliced into thin slivers, only visible from the right angles. Up here you can’t escape it. The sun’s starting its slow descent, and the blue sky’s turning a sweet yellow. A storm’s brewing in the west, dark clouds starting to cover the very edge of the horizon.

In the river, the dock starts to fill up with fishermen and tug boats docking for the night. The swell of sailors and seamen quickly buy up all your buns, but you’re in no rush to leave the docks, and Sevika’s never in a rush to get home.

So, she kicks off her shoes and socks and rolls her pants up, sitting beside you at the end of the dock, both of your feet gently kicking your feet in the river below. You’re counting your earnings on your lap, and Sevika watches with a cringe as coins start to slide off your legs and toward the water below. She reaches out and catches a few. “Thanks Sev.” You giggle, reaching for the coins and putting them in your satchel. You snap your bag closed then sigh, leaning over to rest your head on her shoulder. Sevika freezes for a second, and then she rests her head on top of yours.

“How’s your dad?” You ask. Sevika swallows the lump in her throat. She’s never talked about him with you… or anyone, really. But you seem to know anyway.

“Eh. Fine.” She shrugs. You kick her ankle in the water, and a tear falls down her cheek. It's quiet as both of you allow the lie to be true for a while.

“Do you wanna run away to my house? Gramps won’ mind. Y’know he loves you.” You whisper. Sevika’s heart swells, and she wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you to her chest, hiding her tears from you by kissing the top of your head. You’re so young. Nothing’s hurt you yet. Sometimes, Sevika scares herself thinking of all the things she’d do to keep you safe.

“I’m alright, Honeybun. You don’ gotta worry about me.” She whispers.

Across the bay two men chat, waist deep in the water and clinking bottles of ale together as they bait their fishing hooks. You and Sevika watch the pair for a while, one broad tall man, one skinny and short. They seem to be in a deep conversation, and occasionally their laughs will carry across the river to reach the two of you.

“They’re not gonna catch anything. Storm’s comin’ in, the fish’re all hiding.” Sevika says.

“You’re full'a shit.” You giggle.

“‘M tellin’ Gramps you’re cursing.” Sevika threatens. You jam your elbow into her side, and Sevika cackles. “C’mon, let’s go to Jericho’s before it starts raining.” She says once she catches her breath.

Before either of you can rise, shouts float across the water. The fishing friends have started fighting with one another, their rods forgotten as they shout, splash and tussle. “Are they… playing?” You ask.

Sevika studies the scene. An animalistic roar floats across the bay, and the big man shoves the skinny guy's head underwater. Her stomach drops and she springs to her feet, gathering your shoes and trying to tug you away as quickly as she can. “We need to get outta here.”

“Sev.” You whimper, pointing. Sevika’s eyes catch on what’s got you scared: a growing splotch of red staining the water where skinny arms are flailing and clawing at the hulking figure holding him down.

“C’mon, Honeybun.” She grunts, trying to pull you away from the docks. The sky opens up, the first drops of the storm starting to fall.

“S-Stop!” You squeal. Sevika lets go, worried she’s hurt you, but when you fall to your knees and start screaming across the river Sevika’s heart shatters in her chest. “You’re hurting him! Y-you’re gonna k-kill him!” Your screams are ignored, carried away by a strong gust of wind before they can reach the other side of the bay. Sevika’s tugs on your arm cease, she collapses to her knees beside you.

“Honey, let’s go home.” She begs, her voice wobbling as her hands try to guide your face away from the scene ahead of you. Your eyes keep darting between hers and the fight where the skinny man has stopped struggling completely. The surface of the river is still beside the small echoing rings of raindrops falling.

“S-S-Sevika--” You cry as you lean forward, burying your face against her chest. A crack of lightning flashes in the sky. Sevika puts her hands under your armpits and hauls you up, keeping you tucked against her as she drags the two of you as far away from the docks as she can.

Right before she ducks around the corner, a clap of thunder booms, and a skinny arm bearing a knife breaches the water.

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k-nayee · 1 month ago

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Enchanted JJK i

wc: 4.6k a/n: lol, incase its not evident i just love mixing fandoms together. I hope y'all like it!!

Ella Enchanted (2004) x Jujutsu Kaisen

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The stares were the hardest part.

You expected some awkwardness—it came with the territory of being the new kid, a foreigner no less.

You'd been through this routine before: a new country, a new school, new faces sizing you up like an oddity in a museum.

The perks of being a military brat, as your dad liked to put it, included traveling the world, experiencing cultures you might never have otherwise.

But the downside?

Never staying in one place long enough to belong. You were a perpetual outsider, always a step out of sync.

It had been a few days since your arrival at West Junior High School and the pattern hadn't changed.

Whispers followed your every move, the muffled laughter at lunch, the quick glances away whenever you tried to meet someone's gaze.

You told yourself it was fine. You'd survived this before.

But today as the lunchtime bell rang, the quiet isolation settled heavily on your shoulders.

You shuffled toward the vending machines in one of the main lone hallways. Lunchtime wasn't so bad if you kept to yourself.

At least there was a chance to enjoy your favorite drink—a sweet, fizzy soda that reminded you of home.

Peering into the machine's brightly lit display, you sighed with relief; one lone can remained.

Fishing through your skirt pockets, panic flickered when your fingers found only lint. Of course. You'd left your money on the dresser this morning.

Shoulders sagging, you were about to abandon the idea when a glint caught your eye. A dusty yen coin lay nearly hidden beneath the vending machine.

You dropped to your knees and snatched it up triumphantly. This little victory was enough to brighten your mood.

As the machine whirred, dispensing the can, someone shuffled up beside you. A groan of frustration made you glance sideways.

A girl, slightly shorter than you, was glaring at the adjacent vending machine.

Her mousy brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail, thick glasses slipping down her nose.

Freckles dotted her pale skin, giving her cheeks a reddish tint as she kicked halfheartedly at the machine.

Her uniform looked slightly disheveled and there's an air of exhaustion about her. "Of course they're out," she mutters under her breath.

You vaguely recognize her from passing in the hallways—a girl often ostracized by others, though her isolation seems harsher, marked by teasing and ridicule.

She caught sight of the drink in your hand and gives a dry laugh. "Lucky you. [Flavor] soda huh?"

Unsure how to respond, you gave a polite tight-lipped smile.

"Hey," she interrupted, voice tinged with sarcasm. "Give me that drink. I'm pretty sure my day's been worse than yours."

She meant it as a joke—her tone made that clear—but your body reacted differently.

A strange haze clouded your mind. 'She's thirsty...' a voice whispered in your head. 'You wouldn't let someone in need suffer would you?'

Before you could process what was happening, your arm moved almost against your will, extending the drink toward her.

"Uh...thanks?" she says, her brow furrowing in confusion.

You snap back to reality when she takes the soda out of your hand. You blink, disoriented.

The sound of the bell jolts you both out of the moment.

She blinks down at the can before offering you a small hesitant smile. "Thanks again! Maybe we'll see each other around? Oh, and my name's Akio by the way!"

With that, she hurries off, disappearing into the sea of students. You can only standing there, shoulders slumping in quiet defeat.

It happened again.

And here you thought this move would be different—that this time you'd have control over yourself. But no.

"Just great," you mutter bitterly, dragging yourself back to class.

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The weeks that followed blurred into a strange humiliating pattern.

You found yourself spending more time with Akio. Unfortunately, your episodes as you'd started calling them, became more frequent in her presence.

At first her requests were lighthearted—grabbing a book she'd forgotten or sharing a snack when she was out.

You convinced yourself it was just an awkward friendship.

As for Akio, she seemed to think your actions were simply acts of kindness. But as the whispers of your classmates reached her ears, something shifted.

"She acts like a servant," they'd giggle behind their hands.

Akio noticed the attention and popularity she was gaining, all thanks to your constant presence at her side—a foreigner with striking looks at her very beck and call.

And when she realized you didn't follow anyone else's commands the way you did hers, it quickly went to her head.

She began issuing more blatant orders in front of others, her tone was playful but her intent was clear.

"Carry my bag," she'd say, smirking as you complied without complaint. "Try this orange lipstick—it'll suit you better." "Tie my shoes."

Your mind struggled to justify your actions. 'She's my friend.' 'It's no big deal.' 'She needs help...'

But deep down you knew it wasn't that simple. It never was.

The fog in your thoughts always followed her commands, a haze that left you dazed and compliant.

The fog wasn't new. It had followed you from place to place, city to city, triggered by the presence of certain strangers.

Akio was different. You couldn't escape her.

The vacant look in your eyes became a permanent fixture at this point; earning you a new nickname among your peers: the Dopey Foreigner.

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The cafeteria was loud, filled with the hum of conversations and the occasional clatter of trays.

You were seated at a table near the corner, quietly eating your lunch and minding your own business.

That was until the crash of a tray and a sudden yelp cut through the chatter.

At first it was easy to ignore. Akio's voice, sharp and teasing, rang out across the room—but that was nothing new.

She loved being the center of attention, and most days, you tried not to think about what she was doing when you weren't around.

Then you saw it.

A quiet lanky boy stood frozen in the middle of the cafeteria, his uniform splattered with curry and rice. His glasses were askew and his hands hovered over the mess.

Akio stood in front of him, her smirk cutting like a blade, a vivid contrast to the boy's horrified expression.

"Oops," she said, her tone insincere as she reveled in the laughter that rippled through the crowd. "You should really watch where you're going."

The student murmured an apology, even though it wasn't his fault.

Your brows furrowed as a flicker of something close to anger stirred in your chest.

You didn't like confrontation, but this—this wasn't right. Before you could second-guess yourself, you were standing and walking toward them.

"Hey," your voice soft but steady as you placed yourself between Akio and the boy. "That wasn't nice. He didn't do anything to you."

Akio blinked. Her gaze swept over you, sharp and calculating, as if deciding how best to respond.

"Oh come on ____," she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "It was just a joke. Right?" She glances over at the boy who stammered something unintelligible, his face pale.

"It didn't look like a joke," you replied, keeping your voice even. "I thought you were better than this."

The silence that followed was palpable.

Akio's smirk faltered, and she turned to fully face you, her expression shifting to one of annoyed disbelief.

Behind her students began whispering, their eyes darting between the two of you.

You could see the crack in her confidence under the weight of the attention. And for a moment, you thought she might back down.

But then her eyes narrowed.

"Oh really?" she sneered, her voice low and cutting. "You think you're so tough don't you?"

Her words were sharp, but the murmurs from the crowd were sharper. The power in her gaze flickered like a fragile flame threatening to go out.

And then, in the way that only Akio could, she reclaimed it.

"Well then. Since you're so eager to play the hero..." the corners of her mouth twitched into something cruel, her hands clapping together as if she'd thought of something brilliant.

She turned toward the boy as she points to the unopened milk carton on the floor. "Give her that."

He stares at her.

"Give it to her," her tone was insistent. "She looks thirsty. Don't you think so?"

The student paused, his eyes darting nervously between you and Akio.

"Now!"

Flinching, the boy retrieves the carton before reluctantly placing it in your hands.

You stared at it confused, the cool surface of the carton damp against your fingers.

Your stomach knotted as you glanced back at Akio who stood watching you with a gleam in her eye.

"Go on," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "Pour it over yourself."

For a moment the world seemed to tilt. "...W-what?" disbelief colored your voice.

"Do it," Akio repeated, louder this time, the command laced with cruel amusement. "Pour it over your head."

Your hand shook around the carton as you looked between her and the milk; mind reeling, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Why would she ask you to do this? That didn't make sense.

"I...but—I don't understand," you stammer, your voice so quiet it barely carries over the chatter of the crowd.

The protest is clear in your posture—the way your shoulders hunch inward as if trying to make yourself smaller, the way your grip on the carton tightens until your knuckles hurts.

"Do it!" she barks and the cafeteria falls into a tense silence. "Pour the milk over your head! That's all you're good for you dumb little puppet!"

Then something changes.

The confusion settled into something softer, your thoughts warping as the curse within you twisted the command into something reasonable.

'She isn't trying to humiliate you.' a quiet, insidious voice echoes within your mind 'she's just trying to help you...Milk is good for your hair after all. A perfect hair mask!'

Your lips curve into a dazed smile as you open the carton and hold it above your head. "Thanks!" you chirp, the words barely your own.

And you tilt the carton.

"Hey Itadori! Stop spacing out!"

Yuji blinked, his chopsticks hovering mid-air as his classmate nudged him with an elbow.

He looked up from his half-eaten bento confused by the sudden commotion in the classroom.

"What's going on?" he asked, setting his lunch aside.

A boy poked his head into the room panting as if he'd sprinted from the other side of the school. "Akio and the Dopey Foreigner girl—something's happening in the cafeteria! Everyone's going to watch!"

That was all it took for most of the students to abandon their lunches and head for the door, curiosity fueling their rush.

Yuji sat there, bewildered, until one of his classmates shot him a knowing look.

"You really don't know about them?" they asked with a laugh. "Man you need to stop thinking about sports all the time. Those two are infamous."

"Who?" Yuji frowned, standing to follow the others.

"Akio—the nerdy girl with the glasses—and the foreign transfer student. Akio makes her do all kinds of weird stuff. Like, really weird. And she never says no."

"Never?" Yuji's brow furrowed. "That's not cool. Why does she even let her treat her like that?"

"No one knows," another classmate chimed in as they walked. "But it's pretty entertaining. Like Akio's a total nobody nerd—nothing special! Yet she's got this foreign exchange student wrapped around her finger like her own personal servant. It's weird though—the foreigner looks like she could be popular, but instead..." They trailed off with a shrug.

"She's probably just too polite to say no," Yuji reasoned, though the uneasy knot forming in his chest said otherwise.

"Nah it's more than that," the first classmate countered. "She doesn't listen to anyone else the same way. Only Akio. It's almost like she can't help it."

Yuji didn't reply, his stomach twisting as the cafeteria came into view.

The gasps reached him before he could even make sense of what was happening.

His eyes scanned the room, finding students clustered in a loose circle, voices overlapping.

He could just make out what seems to be Akio at the center of the crowd, her smug grin unmistakable.

Her mousy brown hair is frizzed slightly from the humidity, but it doesn't dull the sharpness of her grin as she stares down the person in front of her.

You.

You were there, milk streaming down on your head, soaking into your hair and dripping onto your uniform.

Laughter erupted around. Phones snapping pictures and recording videos as you stand there.

For a moment Itadori could only stare. You were...cute. Like, really cute. That much he knew immediately.

Your soft features, the way your expression seemed so kind and sweet. That sweetness only made what was happening harder to watch.

The laughter felt like nails on a chalkboard as he watched what you were doing.

Why were you smiling? Why weren't you stopping?

Finishing the carton, you hand it back to the boy who had reluctantly given it to you under Akio's orders.

"I—I don't think you need to—" the boy stammered nervously, his face is a mixture of confusion and guilt. "Y-you don't have to do this—really! Thanks for helping but—"

You didn't seem to hear him. Your hands hung limply at your sides, still smiling dopily—like you didn't even realize how humiliating the situation was.

Yuji's stomach twisted as the milk began to seep through your shirt, making the fabric cling to your skin and become sheer.

He could faintly see the outline of your bra and his face burned, not with embarrassment, but anger.

"Move," he muttered, shouldering past the nearest student.

"Hey! Watch it Itadori!" someone grumbles as he accidentally elbows them aside. He doesn't stop to apologize.

The crowd barely noticed him as he made his way toward the center, his irritation mounting with every step.

"Perfect!" Akio crooned, handing you another carton from nearby. "Let's do one more! Gotta be thorough."

Without hesitation you take the carton and open it—though your brows furrowed slightly as if some part of you was resisting.

As you tilted the new carton, Yuji finally broke through the last ring of onlookers. "Stop!" he yells louder than intended.

To everyone's shock you listen.

The carton hovers mid-pour, its opening tilted just enough for a few drops to dribble out.

Slowly, your head lifted, your dazed expression giving way to something wide-eyed and confused.

The milk carton slips from your fingers, hitting the ground with a dull thud as milk pools around your feet.

Your gaze flicker down to your shaking hands as if they didn't belong to you. It was as though the spell had been broken, leaving you stranded in the aftermath of your own actions.

Akio's smirk faltered. "What the hell—"

"Enough!" a sharp voice cuts through the tension. The teachers had arrived.

The cafeteria erupted into groans they pushed through the crowd, confiscating phones while shooing students away.

Several teachers surrounded Akio, pulling her aside, ignoring her protests as was escorted out.

You look through your tears to see a teacher approaching you, her stern expression softening when she sees your trembling form.

She said something you didn't register before placing a hand gently on your back, guiding you out of the cafeteria.

You stumbled forward, moving on autopilot, the noise of the crowd faded into a muffled hum behind you.

Everything felt heavy—your limbs, your chest, your head—as if the aftermath of what had just happened weighed heavily on you.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when you finally sat down on the bench outside the principal's office.

The world was a blur; sounds and colors blending together like a smeared painting.

You blinked slowly, the faint scent of milk still clinging to your skin, the cold dampness of your clothes barely noticed.

Inside the office you could vaguely hear the boy you helped recounting what had happened.

His voice wavered as he described the scene, supported by what sounded like the faint playback of a video.

Words like "proof" and "disciplinary action" drifted out along with phrases like "contact parents."

None of it felt real. Your thoughts spiral as you sit there.

'Why...' Your hands clenched tightly in your lap as the smell of sour milk fills your senses. 'Why did I do it? Why did I listen to her at all?'

The question pounded in your mind, relentless and suffocating.

You'd told yourself Akio was your friend, that her requests were just playful teasing. But the truth was impossible to ignore.

A choked sob slipped out before you could stop it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop, but they came anyway—hot and relentless as they rolled down your cheeks.

Head bowed, your shoulders tremble as shame and confusion wash over you.

Why were you like this?

Why did you obey?

Why couldn't you say no?

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but the effort only made your shoulders tremble harder.

All you could do was sit there, shaking, as the tears spilled silently down your cheeks.

"Hey." A voice breaks through the fog.

Eyes fluttering open, you hesitantly look up.

He was crouched in front of you, pink messy hair slightly tousled, the undercut at the sides making the strands at the top stand out even more.

Warm brown eyes filled with a mix of concern and uncertainty meet yours. His expression softened as he noticed the tears streaking your face.

"...you" you croaked barely above a whisper. Recognition flickered faintly in your chest.

It was the voice from the cafeteria. The one who told you to stop.

He offered a small awkward smile. "My name's Yuji Itadori....Are you okay?"

Your lips parted only for a shaky breath to escape, followed by a choked watery sob. You wanted to say something—anything—but no words came out.

Quickly lowering your head to avoid his gaze, you stare at your lap as more tears surface.

You barely noticed the warmth of fabric being draped over your shoulders until Yuji's hands brushed against you.

Glancing down, you saw his blazer now wrapped snugly around you. You looked up in surprise as he gently fastened the top button of the blazer to keep it from slipping.

"There," he murmured, leaning back slightly. "That's better."

The kindness in his action was small but oddly comforting. It made your throat tighten again.

And the scent of him—a grassy smell with a faint freshly washed laundry undertone— it enveloped you, comforting you in a way you hadn't expected.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to talk right now," he added quietly. "But...why did you listen to her? Akio I mean. Why did you do it?"

You trembled as the words struggled to come out. "I...I don't...know," you managed brokenly. "It's always been like this..."

The honesty of your words felt like an admission of guilt. Yuji stayed silent for a moment, his gaze unreadable as he watched you.

Then he broke the silence.

"I don't know what's going on," he began lowly. "I don't know why you listened to Akio—or why you even listened to me back there. But..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's not your fault."

You blinked at the quiet conviction in his tone. He met your gaze, his warm brown eyes filled with determination.

"It's weird," he sheepishly admitted scratching the back of his neck, "but it's pretty clear you're not doing this because you want to. And whatever it is, I don't want it to happen to you again."

He leaned forward slightly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that felt both grounding and reassuring.

"We'll figure this out okay?" he said firmly. "Whatever this is, whatever's causing it—we'll find a way to break it...together."

The sincerity in his words—the warmth in his voice...it broke something inside you, but in a good way.

It caused the tight knot in your chest to loosen just a little. And for the first time in years, you felt a fragile sense of hope.

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It's been two years since the incident at junior high—the milk, the laughter, the phones raised in cruel fascination.

Akio didn't stay long after that.

The expulsion came swiftly when the evidence against her—videos, testimonies, and accounts from the few students you'd unknowingly helped—painted a clear picture of her manipulative bullying.

Her presence was considered detrimental to the school's environment, her behavior a bad influence on others.

Without her, life should've gone back to normal. No more orders, no more fog clouding your mind. But it didn't.

Because there was Yuji.

Yuji's presence in your life was like the Sun breaking through storm clouds—warm, constant, and impossible to ignore.

He became your protector, always at your side, his easy grin and boundless energy a shield against the whispers that followed you both.

No one could explain why his voice carried the same weight over you as Akio's once had.

But unlike Akio, Yuji didn't use it to hurt you.

If anything, he seemed determined to protect you from it, stepping in whenever someone else came too close to testing the limits of your strange compulsion.

The "Tiger of West Junior High," as he was called, had a reputation—an untouchable combination of strength, speed, and charisma.

He could bend goalposts, outrun the fastest sprinters—once even lifted a car during a neighborhood emergency.

His athletic feats alone made him a legend, but his warm personality cemented his popularity. And yet, despite his social status...

Yuji spent every free moment with you.

Lunch breaks? He'd ditch his friends without a second thought to sit by your side, ignoring their groans and teasing.

Even during class Yuji managed to find ways to check in on you. His notorious bathroom breaks soon became a common occurrence.

Teachers groaned, your classmates giggled, and you could only stare in horror as he popped his head into your classroom door.

"Hey ____!" he'd call out cheerfully giving you a quick wave.

"Itadori!" your teacher groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you need something?"

"Nope! Just saying hi," he'd reply, completely unbothered by the mounting irritation in the room.

Despite the detentions and scolding from his grandfather, Yuji never stopped.

Eventually teachers relented—begrudgingly accepting his antics as part of daily life.

After all, he brought the school number of medals and trophies. A little leeway because of his stellar performance in sports if you will.

His spontaneous visits left you embarrassed, face furiously hot as you'd bury your face in your hands.

Still, you couldn't deny the warmth his presence brought.

Though you always found a way to get him back.

It was during school tournaments where his athletic prowess won him so many victories it was almost absurd.

You'd be at every game; decked out in homemade Yuji-themed outfits as you waved signs and chanted his name like a dorky cheerleader—much to his embarrassment.

But he never told you to stop. If anything he ran harder, jumped higher, and fought stronger whenever you were there.

And while Yuji had become a constant in your life—his grandfather had so too.

The front door opens.

"Gramps?" Yuji is seen at the front entrance "I'm home!"

A nervous yet bright smile sits on the pinkette's face as he turns behind him.

"Try not to take it personal about how scary he is..." he said, scratching the back of his neck. "He's like that with everyone. But don't worry! I'll be there so it'll be fine!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth a slipper came flying through the air.

"Where the hell have you been brat?!" an old man's voice barked from inside.

Yuji ducked with a squawk, the footwear bouncing harmlessly off the wall before he straightened with a groan.

"Gramps wait! I was just—"

But Wasuke Itadori wasn't waiting. A second house shoe was already in hand, poised to launch.

He stepped into view, his thin frame wrapped in a wooly green sweater and a pair of pajama pants that looked like they'd seen better days.

"You told me nothing! No call, no heads-up! You think I've got all day to wait for your sorry ass?! You're lucky my hip's been acting up or I'd come over there and—" before Wasuke could launch the next slipper, the door creaked open wider, revealing you.

You stepped inside, wearing an oversized orange t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that looked suspiciously like Yuji's gym clothes

For a moment Wasuke blinked. He lowered the shoe.

The harsh lines of his face smoothed into something softer as he took in your quiet frame. "And who's this?" Wasuke asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Offering a polite bow you shyly introduced yourself.

"My....my name is ____! I'm a friend of Yuji's. I'm sorry for keeping him out so late—it's my fault. He wanted to check on me after something happened at school. And sorry if this may be sudden, but..."

The grip on the strap of your bag tightened as you nervously met the older man's gaze. "...would it be alright if I stayed over until my parents get off work? They don't want me home alone right now."

Wasuke's eyes flicked over to Yuji then back to you. Then, to the pinkette's utter shock, the older man's lips curved into a genuine (and rare) smile.

"Ah don't worry about it Sweetheart!" The Senior Itadori waves off your apology with a dismissive hand. "Come on in. Don't want you standing out there any longer."

He shuffled forward, gently placing a hand on your shoulder to guide you inside. "You're here welcome anytime! And no need to cover for that idiot. He's always getting into trouble."

Yuji's jaw dropped at the entire exchange. "Gramps?!"

"Shut up," Wasuke shot back without missing a beat, giving his grandson a light shove against the head with his free hand. "And quit blocking the damn door like that!"

Yuji stood frozen, watching as you and his notoriously grumpy grandfather made your way into the house like old friends.

"Make yourself comfortable," Wasuke said, gesturing toward the couch as he shuffled to the cupboard. "You hungry? Thirsty? Yuji's got snacks hidden in the bottom shelf over there. Don't tell him I told you."

You laughed softly, your shoulders relaxing as the tension melted away. You couldn't help but be reminded of your own grandfather who had passed not too long ago.

Like Wasuke, your grandfather had been crass and sharp-tongued with most people but endlessly gentle with you. The thought made the corners of your smile lift just a little more. "Thank you. And...I won't tell him."

Yuji finally stepped inside all the way, shutting the door behind him as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

His mind raced to catch up with what was happening.

Wasuke Itadori—the same man who could nag for hours about the state of Yuji's room or the amount of rice he ate—was smiling.

You and Wasuke were already deep in conversation. He asked about your day, listened with surprising attentiveness, and even made a few dry jokes that had you laughing.

Yuji couldn't help but stare as his disbelief slowly softened into something warmer—a quiet sense of pride.

"Welp. If Gramps likes her...that must mean something, right?" he muttered under his breath before walking over to join the two of you with a fond smile.

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ohbabydollie · 9 months ago

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Schlatt said he doesn’t want a daughter because who’s he gonna pass his stuff onto? Ex. His gun. But imagine him having a girl? I can totally see him as a daddy’s girl!

he’s 100% a daughter dad, he loves his little girl

but js hear me out

he gets her into more masculine hobbies like guns and stuff. so now you have this adorable 7 year old who loves wearing pink and frilly little dresses and bows, loves having her nails and hair done, loves putting makeup on her dad, telling everyone about how her dad pinky promised he would take her to shoot guns when she’s 16 after she cried when he wouldn’t take her.

she loves going fishing too, she’s great at it and schlatt even calls her “lucky penny” because she found a coin the first time he took her.

she’s such a daddy’s girl too, loves spending time with her dad watching movies and cuddling. she loves him so much and loves his daughter too, even when she gets older and starts to be more masculine, he absolutely loves her and tells her she’s like the son he never had (even though she has a younger brother) (he’s just more into science and dorky stuff than guns and fishing bc is scares/grosses the shit out of him)

#schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #dollie yaps 🗣️

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Signs and Portents Deleted Dialogue

In Entropy’s Grasp: Banter

Dialogue is sorted in scene order to the best of my ability.

Signs and Portents Masterpost

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Harding: So what're you doing out here?

Neve: So, what brings you to these woods?

Bellara: I'm looking for something. Specifically, the artifact making this bubble. Though it just started doing that.

Rook: Why that one?

Bellara: Because it has a weird resonance. One I haven't seen before. And so it doesn't tear reality apart. 'Cause that would be bad.

—

Harding: More demons. Great.

Neve: Oh, good. More demons.

Rook: Yeah, but no Venatori. That's something, at least.

—

Rook: Two.

Harding: What's that?

Neve: "Two" what?

Rook: Just counting the number of times I've been sucked into the Fade today.

Bellara: We're not in the Fade. We're beside it. Technically.

Rook: Got it. So one-and-a-half, then.

—

Rook: What is all this?

Bellara: It focuses magic. Big rings to the little rings, and little rings to the building. Less magic used. But same amount of power.

Rook: And the things you could do with that kind of power…

Rook: First time I've seen something like this.

Rook: You know, I almost understood that.

—

Rook: So whose temple was this?

Bellara: Oh! Did I say temple? Less a temple, more a workshop. Kind of.

Rook: What kind of workshop?

Bellara: Not sure. But we'll see when we go inside! Isn't it exciting?

Harding: That's one way to look at it.

Neve: Not the word I'd have chosen.

—

Rook: How does this work?

Bellara: There should be… something. Some way to make a bridge. Keep an eye out for artifacts.

—

Bellara: Okay! Give me a minute. Gotta deactivate this. Keep the demons off me! Should be okay.

Harding: I definitely like her optimism.

Neve: She’s certainly optimistic.

—

Bellara: Shit. That's not good.

Rook: What's wrong?

Bellara: Oh, this artifact. It's not working. Broken.

Harding: So, what now?

Neve: All right. So what now?

Bellara: We look for the next artifact. There's always a next one.

—

Rook: Another one of those things.

Harding: Same dance as before?

Neve: Same deal as last time?

Bellara: Yep! Almost certainly more demons.

Rook: Who doesn't love a routine?

—

Bellara: Damn. Broken.

Rook: On to the next one?

Bellara: Yep! Let's hope enough of them are still working.

—

Rook: And another one.

Harding: I'd like to be done with demons.

Neve: Fingers crossed. We've had enough demons for one day.

Bellara: Believe me, I hear you.

—

Harding: We're pretty high up, aren't we?

Neve: We're some ways off the ground, aren't we?

Bellara: Hard to tell. In a reality distortion, I mean. Up and down don't mean as much.

Rook: So if one of us falls off…

Bellara: You might fall forever! Or immediately hit the ground at full speed.

Harding: Oh. Good.

Neve: Now there's a fun coin toss.

—

Bellara: One time, I fought an ogre in a reality distortion. It charged me. Missed. Then fell right off a cliff.

Harding: Oof. Did it…?

Neve: Lucky break for you.

Bellara: It stopped falling. Then it exploded. Pretty violently. Lots—and I mean lots—of little pieces. All over the place.

Harding: Mmm. Wonderful.

Neve: Well, that's… dramatic.

—

Bellara: Good idea. Otherwise it'll spoil.

Rook: Sorry, what was that?

Bellara: Right. Other people. I'm used to talking to myself. Not a lot of company.

Harding: What did you think was a good idea?

Neve: Fair enough. So what was the good idea?

Bellara: Oh! Supper. I decided I was going to have the smoked fish tonight.

—

Bellara: Almost there. Should be the last one.

Harding: Oh, thank goodness. I'm not designed for climbing. At least, not this kind.

Neve: Good. More than enough climbing for one day.

—

Rook: Another eluvian.

Bellara: This one's broken, though. Completely. Looks like it was smashed on purpose.

Harding: Why would anyone do that?

Neve: So the question is why.

Bellara: Keep people from coming in? Or from getting out.

—

Neve: That armor. What was it for?

Harding: What was that armor for?

Bellara: Not sure. But it was infused with spirit magic of some kind. Still a little bit left. Reminds me of the Sentinels. At least a little bit.

—

Bellara: And… there we go! Oh! And it worked. Good.

Neve: So there was a chance it wouldn't. Bellara: Oh, always. No one really knows how all of this works. We're just guessing.

Harding: Wait, you weren't sure? Bellara: With this stuff? Never. At least, not completely sure.

—

Bellara: There we go. It's fixed! Hmm… Not doing anything, though. Guess we need an energy source.

Rook: And where do we find that?

Bellara: Thought I saw one? Nearby, I mean. Let's go looking.

—

Bellara: Okay. This one's missing an energy source, too.

Rook: So let's go find one. Should be nearby, right?

Harding: I've been keeping an eye out, but I haven't seen one. Bellara: Well, it has to be somewhere. I hope. Let's go looking for it.

Neve: Can't be the worst odds, given the number we've seen to this point. Bellara: I hope so! We'll go looking. I bet we find it right away.

—

Bellara: And there we go! Easy. Okay. On to the next one!

—

Bellara: Done. Took a while, but we did it! Let's keep going!

—

Bellara: I don't know. Things have been bad here for a while, but… something's changed. The magic's stronger.

Harding: How?

Neve: You don't say. Any theories about why?

Bellara: One of the Evanuris, maybe? They'd be powerful enough to cause those ripples. But they're supposed to be locked up. I mean, you hear talk of Fen'Harel, but still.

Rook: Right. Locked up. Definitely.

—

Rook: So… this is awkward, but we might know why the magic's stronger.

Harding: Uh, short version: We ruined Fen'Harel's ritual, and now the Evanuris are out.

Neve: The Evanuris have escaped. Or so we're told.

Bellara: Oh! Okay. That makes sense.

Rook: You aren't surprised? Even a little bit?

Bellara: Things have been weird for a while. I figured something was changing. Now I know what. Or, I guess, "who."

—

Bellara: Hard to say! Everything the ancient elves built was fancy.

—

Bellara: Hmm. We'll need to find a way to the center.

—

Bellara: Damn! Sentinels! We'll have to fight our way through them.

Harding: Good thing I brought spare arrows, huh?

Neve: Oh, sure! Ready if you are.

—

Harding: That looks like a Grey Warden ballista.

Neve: Is that a Grey Warden ballista? ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Grey Warden Rook: It is. Reasonably new one, too.

Rook: I think it is.

Bellara: Sometimes things just… show up in these Veil bubbles.

—

Bellara: First barrier down! Two more to go.

—

Bellara: Try using that ballista against the demons!

—

Rook: Is this wobbling? I feel like it's wobbling.

Bellara: Ooh! I'm getting that tingly feeling in my legs.

Rook: This seems a little unsafe!

Bellara: Definitely, definitely, do not look down!

—

Bellara: More sentinels! Let's take care of them quickly.

—

Harding: So is it normal for ruins to float in Arlathan?

Neve: Huh. So the ruins here float.

Bellara: Oh, no. This is new.

Harding: So you're saying they could stop floating?

Neve: Ah. And if they stop floating?

Bellara: Umm. Well…

Rook: Oh, good.

—

Bellara: Okay! That's the second one. One more to go.

—

Bellara: That's the last one. Should be clear to the artifact.

—

Harding: Oh, look at that stained glass. It's beautiful!

Neve: The stained glass—now that's pretty.

Bellara: It is! But it's not glass.

Rook: How can you tell?

Bellara: Doesn't break when you hit it. Trust me.

—

Rook: So how exactly do we shut down that artifact?

Bellara: Gotta make it to the center first. Which means disabling the rings.

Harding: How do we do that?

Neve: Right. And how do we do that?

Bellara: The resonance amplifiers keep the rings spinning. Shut those down, and the rings should shut down, too.

—

Bellara: Oh! No, we can make a bridge. See that artifact? Bring that crystal over here and slot it in!

—

Bellara: There. Exactly what we needed. Once I change the polarity, the rings should stop moving.

Harding: But…?

Neve: Right. And the part we won't like?

Bellara: It's going to attract demons. A lot of them. So. Be ready for that!

—

Rook: Oh, good—giant wolf statues. Like we haven't seen enough wolves today.

Bellara: What's wrong with wolves?

Rook: Wolves, generally? No problem. Just not really a fan of this specific wolf.

—

Bellara: Hmm. Door needs a second energy source to open. Look around. It has to be here somewhere.

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Bellara: Okay. This bridge is going to be a little trickier. We'll need to move some crystals around. Get two on the bridge. Gotta be a way to make it work…

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the-chaos-crows-victory · 4 months ago

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any tips on making/collecting the little trinkets you attach to all your stuff? they're so fascinating to me & I'm wondering how one gains an eye for it

Idk about tips exactly but I’ll tell how I got my stuff

A lot of my beads and buttons have been laying around for years but I also browse charity and thrift shops, I’ve gotten a few jars of assorted buttons and random things for a couple €, ask around if anyone you know has broken or unwanted jewellery. Eyes on the floor! Shiny metals, bottle caps, lost earrings, empty lighters, literally anything that catches my eye. If you’re lucky you can find lots of cool stuff completely free (maybe check bins from craft shops and others) or for cheap if you can find a good thrift.

Car boot sales, attic sales and other ways people sell random stuff has a fairly good chance of some nice stuff and if you’re incredibly lucky maybe even a whole box of cool shiny junk.

For my thicker chains and the like hardware shops are a good one, handbags, shoes and belts will also sometimes have some nice parts. At the thrift I go there’s always a box of belts, I like to dig to the bottom and collect any broken stuff and belts made mostly of metal or leather (funky colours as well) bag straps that have clasps are nice too

Don’t be afraid to take something apart if you have a use or idea for it’s parts (try to make sure its something you won’t miss tho lol) a screw driver, pliers and a little metal saw goes a long way in way getting gears and little bits of metal (I once took apart a fishing rod reel, cool find with ball bearings and gears)

For more a diy aspect, bottle caps, safety pins, a steady hand and some nail polish (or just sharpie, but getting white or light coloured polish helps it stand out) can go a long way. Buttons as well can be painted. Also organic stuff like wood, bones, pebbles etc looks cool

Don’t forget fabric and embroidery! It takes longer and a bit of practice to get going but it really adds to a lot.

Bracelets, necklaces, pendents, bike parts, gears, earrings, coins, hell even fake nails and other things I can’t think of can be used in weird and interesting ways that might not be obvious, so mess around and experiment

Hmmm….. that’s all I got, otherwise… check Pinterest or some diy tags here for inspiration, while most of my designs are original it’s allllll inspired by cool things other people have done

Think like a crow

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bressynonym · 3 months ago

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Hello! It is I, the OC loving Anon! I have been sent to ask about your OC... Ahh... *Checks hand* Clover? And his life as he gets together with a certain Fledgling.

Please info dump about this big guy. The people want to know more! 🤍

hello !

HAHA okay so like clover is my combat medic OC that basically just bullies his way into @bunnysnared's fledge's life after his several visits to the medbay.

sit tight and let's talk about all things clover! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

bare essentials (what makes clover... well, clover):

• big lad (6'3ft/190cm) • 31 y/o • rank: sergeant? (he's been PMC for a while) • clover has this choppy mullet situation because he hates short hair, but needs the sides trimmed for his headset to sit snuggly. u won't see his forehead often lol • piercings that def need to be taken off for an op - 3 on his right ear - 5 on his left ear - a labret piercing (lip) - and many more! (😏) • a neck tattoo of a stag skull and a wreath of laurels surrounding it • his lucky coin (that he bets other's lives on) • a freggie charm (a weird frog thing he adores) • an ambiguous accent (sounds like he's from london, but he definitely isn't)

the story so far or whatever:

Clover was a medic for a task force specializing in interrogations and intel gathering, but was thrown to the wayside after a traumatic back injury that temporarily takes him out of the field. Retirement isn't an option for guys like him, so he's made a medic on a uk base with his own little office. he hates paperwork, but what can u do, ykno. his bedside manners are horrible and his superior Fish isn't too happy about that, but he's too good at what he does to let him go (and even has clover trained for a position as head medic to replace him lmao). he settles into the routine of a sterile environment and possibly says goodbye to getting back out into the field. but here arrives fledge, in for a patch up. and another. and another. clover becomes a lil obsessed with him (read: falls in love with him) to the point of training to get back into a task force fledge's on as their combat medic. the captain likes him, so he's inducted in without any problems. or smth. LMAO. the rest is clvrfldg history.

what the bastard is like:

clover doesn't care for regulations. its obvious in the way he looks. he's one step away from being kicked to the curb and dishonorably discharged from medical malpractice. (i.e: coin tossing if u live or die or if he should give you anesthetic lmao) but he's damn good at his job, so they don't want to lose a great asset like him. all smiles that don't reach the eyes, and eyes that never shine, he's unreadable. you won't get a lick about his past or anything about himself. its like pulling teeth because he'll redirect a conversation back to you. very observant (and a bit of a sadist lol). uses it to his advantage as a medic, its what keeps him sharp (and a bit mean). will notice the little details and patterns and use what he can to turn things in his favor. manipulate mansplain manwhore or whatever lmao

also clover isn't his real name it's [REDACTED]

ty for reading this far and for the ask! hopefully this gives a better understanding of my baby boy!!

#btw bunny knows more about clover than i do bc i had to ask her what clover's life story was LMFAOOO #feel free to ask more questions these just scratch the surface of his character #or if anything needs clarifying from the jumbled mess that is my thoughts #both bunny n i can answer clvrfldg related stuff so u can ask either one of us :3 #i also have a ton of art hoarded from all the AUs we have so far HAHA so tune in for those eventually i guess #also ty to gomz for letting me link fish!!!!#coin toss will always be in my heart lmao #my boy has evolved since then #[oc] clover #clvrfldg #cod oc #bressymposium #bressyntax #bressymbols

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acefaun · 2 years ago

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Can you write a drabble about my King Under the Mountain, Lord Smaug? 🔥🔥You need more dragons on your page, mlady Faun 🐉

Smaug~ Treasure Hoarding

Synopsis: Accidentally coming across the lonely mountain in one of your escapades, you find your idol, Smaug, the King Under the Mountain. Making a deal with a dragon who hoards treasure would be beneficial for a little thief like you, wouldn’t it?

🍃Masterlist🍃 Gender neutral MC!

A/n: I should never expect less from a dragon… Well, my liege, I hope you're impressed! You were a bit vague on the details… but I assumed you wanted something good and not an angsty piece about after his death… 😁 So, you get a dragon friend! …Or whatever Smaug is to you!

–Word Count: 2,359 –

The wind practically whistled beside your ear as the arrow brushed past your head. You should have used a little more caution when passing through the little fishing town, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. Well, they weren’t shy in pursuing you well outside of their city, but they were certainly falling behind. You thought men on horses would have a better chance against someone on foot carrying bags of gold. To be fair, you had more than a few bags, but the rest of your collection was waiting for you beside the mountain just across the lake. As soon as these men left you alone, you wouldn’t squander your chance to get back there and add your recent findings.

Lucky for you, those humans seemed to know when enough was enough and failed to follow you closer to the mountain.

You jovially hummed to yourself, heading over to your hidden wagon, dripping with gold coins and various other treasures and jewels. Though, you knew your beloved treasure would get attention, so you decided it was time to find a good hiding place to settle down. Nothing, you thought, was better than a mountain where humans were wary to follow. Besides, if you were lucky, you’d find treasure already in there. All you’d have to do was fight off whoever owned the treasure. Then you’d have both treasure and a mountain to hide. Besides, this had to be one good mountain for a thief considering no one else dared approach.

Densely neglecting and disregarding the surrounding scenery, you excitedly entered the entrance of the mountain, a wide opening which looked like it should have had closed gates. Lucky for you, this seemed to be a mountain abandoned by dwarves. Giddy with excitement, you pulled your load of treasure behind you, traveling deep into the mountain. You’d only settle for the best hiding place for your collection. After all, you couldn’t have someone just happening across your belongings and mistaking them for unclaimed things; they were yours.

However, it seemed the deeper you went, the heavier the air became. It was as if some magic hung over this place… Ah well, that was none of your concern. If there was a foreboding presence, then there was no doubt your treasure would be safe from intruders.

Standing in the door to another hall, you paused, your eyes glittering. With the lone bag on your back, you abandoned your cart in the hall, sprinting for the large doors before you. Your wide eyes scanned the room you found yourself in, flickering to and fro across the sea of gold. You’d have missed it before had it not been illuminating the entire area with a sheen of golden light.

This was perfect. If those humans didn’t dare enter and find this trove then how could they dare to follow you and find yours? Feeling cocky and certain of yourself, you left your wagon at the door, carrying with you a few bags of gold, the start of your collection if you were to find a good hiding place. You didn’t want to just dump it in with the rest of this collection, you’d never be able to sort yours from the ones already here. Besides, you were prideful and wanted to keep track of how much treasure you personally collected before happening across this magnificent trove of sparkling wonders.

The path was tricky and you, too many times, slipped upon the piles of gold. It was more difficult than walking upon sand dunes; these coins would like to devour you whole. Though, you thought you were having a fairly easy time of it, until the ground beneath you shifted.

Frantically, you clawed at the mountain of coin to gain proper footing, but it was all in vain. Tumbling down, down, and further down the clattering gold, you were nearly buried under the tumbling coins. It was all you could do to keep your head above them, scrambling to free yourself. You suppose people weren’t exaggerating when they said too much gold could kill a person. You hadn’t taken it literally before now as you dug your way free from your shimmering prison.

Feeling a puff of air blow your hair into your face, you froze in place, realizing just why no one had pursued you. This mountain… was the lonely mountain. You were in Erebor. And this dragon that gazed down upon you as if you were a mouse was none other than Smaug, the King under the mountain.

You should have been terrified, you should have feared death, but you could only kneel in awe of your idol from the stories. Once again, your eyes were glittering in delight, and this dragon seemed to sense that odd emotion coming off of you—it wasn’t fear.

The great dragon hissed, “What mortal dares to enter the domain of the Great Smaug?” He meant to intimidate you, but you adored the intensity of his voice. He had astonishingly accomplished the complete opposite of what he intended.

“My Lord Smaug,” you praised him as though he were a god. “I should have realized sooner—an embarrassing mistake on my part that I shan't make again,” you promised vehemently. Despite your mortification at not recognizing the domain of this great King, you soon collected yourself as you continued to praise his magnificence, “The stories speak for themselves, your excellency! The ability to steal a trove of treasure but in a single moment…” You trailed off, ogling the great dragon.

“And you dare threaten to steal from me?” Smaug tilted his head, regarding you with his sharp, serpentine eyes. “I will not part with a single coin; not one piece of it.”

“Of course not, my Lord!” You waved him down from a near tantrum, well aware of just how territorial dragons could be of their gold—you weren't all too different from him, after all. Eagerly, you presented your bag of treasure to him. “I… have a request, otherwise,” you timidly suggested. “I'm not here to steal, but rather… I'd like to strike a deal with a wise and powerful dragon. If you were to permit me, your excellence.”

Your heart raced as his head drew nearer to you. He was so much larger when he was hardly a foot away from you. But the sudden puffs of air that fluttered your hair made you quickly come to realize that he was sniffing you.

“This treasure is not of this mountain,” he huffed, pulling away and laying back atop his hoard. Luckily, you weren't perceived as a threat for the moment. “Speak, mortal.”

“Well, then, my Lord, I just so happen to be a distinguished thief! Similar to you, my great excellency, I, myself, have accumulated a vast wealth of treasures over my time!” You proudly proclaimed your accomplishments, despite many of those treasures being lost. “Well… I've had the misfortune of never having a great place to safekeep them exactly… Until now! Great Smaug, with all your wisdom, would you allow me, a poor soul, to add my bountiful treasures to your hoard for your safekeeping?”

It was quite agonizing for you, waiting for him to deliberate and contemplate. However, only after willingly displaying your wagon of treasure was a deal struck. You were a fortunate soul to be able to store your various treasures in the hoard. Of course, you had your own pile, separate from his on a ledge that hovered over the large trove.

And day after day you would leave, sometimes you wouldn't return for days, but when you did return it was always with trinkets and treasures and gold to add to Smaug’s unnoticeably growing treasure hoard.

However, your back and forth traveling only leads others to become interested in the abandoned, lonely mountain. After all, if someone like you could go in and come back out alive then surely the dragon had either fled or perished. So certain of their beliefs, they entered the mountain after their notorious thief, determined to get back their gold and steal from the limitless and bountiful riches within the depths of the mountain.

Unfortunately for them… You led them to exactly where they wanted to go, only to vanish the minute they lost themselves in the heaps and mountains of gold.

“L- Look at all of this… We'll never have to work a day in our lives!”

“But that bastard thief… We can't have ‘em snatchin’ our gold. Where's that little rat?!”

“Here,” you announce, revealing your position atop a pile of gold, high above where they stood. You held a sword in your hands, but you weren't intending to use it. Your eyes narrowed, but the smile on your lips betrayed your glee. “You've made a mistake in coming here. This gold is not yours for the taking.”

“We're not here to ask for permission, thieving scum!”

“I can't pity a poor soul like you,” you solemnly replied, unconcerned with their approach. “Your excellency, these mortal men mean to steal from you.”

The men froze at the foot of the gold lump, their eyes widening as the gold coin began cascading down like a waterfall. However, the more gold that fell, the more horror filled them.

“That… That’s the dragon, that is!”

“Smaaaauug! We're gonna die!”

Their squeals didn't last long as blazing heat filled the room, burning the foolish men to a crisp. The sight enthralled you as you grinned, standing atop the head of your beloved King under the mountain. “We surely make a great team, my Lord.” You hummed in content, sitting down as you leaned against his horns. He too burrowed himself beneath the cool coin that surrounded him, relaxing atop his hoard. “You know,” you added thoughtfully, “I put a lot of my stuff in here and I really owe you for taking me in and protecting all of it. If there's anything you ever want, lemme know! Nothings off limits!”

Though Smaug remained silent, his inaudible rumbling revealed his intrigue to your offer. Finally, he revealed his desire, “There is a golden ring that interests me… A golden ring of power. It is easy to recognize… Should you come across such an invaluable treasure as this, I should command that you bring it to me.”

“Yes, sir, my Lord! That ring is as good as yours if it ever crosses my path!” Your promises are always well kept, though he knew the chance of you coming across the ring was slim to none… He had to demand it.

Well beyond that day, you continued to bring to him your trinkets and treats for months… years… centuries. Such a long, long time. Smaug would have otherwise not cared for the passage of time were it not for your coming and going, and his occasional leaving the mountain.

Again sitting with you amongst the piles of gold, he commented, “You… are an odd human.”

You inclined your head curiously to regard his larger figure. “Human? My Lord, I'm half human.”

His hums of intrigue vibrated the gold you sat upon as he mused aloud, “That explains the odd inhuman scent that follows you. An impressive little mortal.” Only being half human, it was no wonder you could accomplish the feats you did and bring back as many gifts as you have the past centuries.

“I’m sure I smell profusely of dragon and gold at this point,” you couldn’t help but joke in response. But even if you did smell of nothing but dragon and gold, you were proud of it. You’d wear this scent like a badge of honor, proud to be the mortal companion of the great and powerful King under the mountain. “I’m glad to be with you, my King.”

You sat relaxed atop a gold hill, a reddish scaled tail trailed around you, peeking out from beneath the thousands of golden pieces. Beside you was a full view of your dragon friend amidst his hoard. You were determined to stay by his side and continue bringing him treasures until you found the ring he once mentioned. It was the only desire he’d ever named to you and you were determined to one day come across it and gift it to him.

Smaug, on the other hand, was content with you going and coming with your menial treasures as if you, yourself were a mouse-sized dragon with your own nest-sized hoard. You were oddly adorable, something he didn’t imagine he could feel about another living creature. Knowing what he knew… it was safe to say he was fond of his little half-human.

His tail coiled further around you, not ensnaring you or trapping you, but comfortingly surrounding you, claiming you. “My precious little treasure…” His voice came out as a low rumble as he buried his head further in his pile of gold.

You were convinced he was muttering about his hoard of gold, ignorant to the way his tail curled possessively around you, the scales nudging against your back. You simply took this as an affectionate brush, leaned further against his tail, patting his scales in return. How were you supposed to know that you’d suddenly become a part of a dragon’s hoard? And should you fail to ever return to him… Well, those unfortunate cities would understand why it is unwise to part a dragon from his treasure.

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr smaug #middle earth #the lonely mountain #the hobbit fanfic #lord of the rings fanfic #smaug x reader

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a-killer-obsession · 6 months ago

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Some thoughts on the female crewmembers of the Kid Pirates? How do they interact with a big balls guy like Kid? 😅 I mean I see him threating women more disrespectful with a lot of ass grabbing 🤪

I honestly think Kid treats the ladies the exact same way he treats the men. In saying that: the kid pirates need a HR for sexual harassment from kid. He probably gets smacked a lot.

I do have a lot of personal headcanons though for what the girls are like! Behold:

☠️Kid Pirate Female Headcanons☠️

SFW under the cut 😊

Also including what I think their weapons would be!

Dive

I can never decide if she's a kid, or if she's just a short adult. The heels and fishnets make me lean towards adult, but then again her rolemodels for her fashion is the other kid pirates so she might not even realise how provocative those clothing items are. Either way, shes a fucking gremlin. Anger issues to boot but also so very happy go lucky, her mood can flip like a coin. We've seen how excited she gets for battle, I think she love love loves fighting. Shes a nuisance but everyone loves her. Has a massive stuffed animal collection (regardless of what her age really is)

Weapon: teeth

Hobbies: getting into mischief, swimming

House

Little old lady who is sick of everyone's shit. And by old I mean like, late fourties, early fifties perhaps. Ship doctor, but in a witch doctor sort of way. Big fan of dr kureha for sure! Has that same flippant, usually drunk on the job sort of personality. Everyone loves her though, shes the matriarch of the crew, and the commanders always ask her for advice. I headcanon she's related to Heat, perhaps his aunty. I like to think it was her that stitched up his Glasgow smile. She probably didn't want to be a pirate, but as the oldest she probably knew better than everyone what a shit show their home island was. Perhaps after all that gang violence maybe Heat is the only family she has left, so she naturally followed him out to sea.

Weapon: stays out of fights, but keeps a pistol on her just in case

Hobbies: collecting vintage medical journals, witchcraft

Hip

Most casual of the girls. Quiet, little bit stoic, bit of a tomboy, probably goes by she/they. Prefers to hang with the more masculine men on the crew, cos she'll gag if she has to listen to Quincy talk about makeup. I actually headcanon she's related to Killer, given they're both tan and blonde, and from the same island (probably, at least I headcanon all the kid pirates sailed out together), maybe cousins even. Strongest and the best fighter of the girls, everyone uses her like guard dog when they wanna go out. As the guard dog shes usually the one to smack Kid when he gets too handsy with one of the girls. He's a little scared of her tbh.

Weapons: the wiki says she apparently has two swords, i think dual weilding short blades would suit her

Hobbies: electric guitar, fishing (she likes the quiet time to think)

Hop

Bad bitch alert!! She's hot and she knows it! Bit of a stuck up bitch but she has her soft side. Gets along best with Wire. Considered the most stylish on the crew because somehow she makes even plain clothes look good, and everyone always wants her fashion and hair advice. I sort of imagine her to be like Nami, very obsessed with money and shopping, and a big time lesbian. Keeps her nails long and sharp as shit, and has a very impressive collection of knives. Her and Hip are very scary when they work together.

Weapon: wiki says she has a sword. I imagine her having a really delicate, slim sword, like a rapier

Hobbies: designing clothes, collecting vintage jewelry (she has very sticky fingers)

Quincy

Super ditsy tbh, really not suited to being a pirate but shes doing her best, its better than staying in the south blue anyway. Everyone makes fun of her cos she has a big obvious crush on kid, she's convinced shes gonna be queen of the pirates. Kid thinks its cute but shes not really his type, he doesnt mind her fawning though. Turns absolutely psychopathic if someone threatens her sweet kiddo! A real girl's girl, she loves anything cute and pink and fluffy, like just so very stereotypically girlypop

Weapon: usually kept away from fights, but like in Wavelengths I'd like to see her use that big chain of beads around her waist like a weapon

Hobbies: makeup and nails, fawning over kid and drawing bad fanart of her and him kissing (yes everyone thinks its concerning, but in an sweet way)

Emma

The quintessential 2010s tumblr scene girl. She reads A LOT of fantasy romance, draws fanart of her favourite book series, she would be a warrior cats girlie for sure. Bit of a scaredy cat and cries when she yells, but shes not afraid to pick up a sword if she has to if its to protect her friends. Really energetic personality though, she's easy to get along with, and she seems to know a little something about everything. Gets along best with Heat.

Weapon: rifle or similar, something long range and slim

Hobbies: reading & drawing

#ask kil headcannon

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owlseeyoulaterpal · 9 months ago

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Like Real People Do, Chapter 3

Gale Dekarios x Named! Tav x Astarion Ancunín

Chapter Synopsis: Seraphina is healing her broken heart in a completely healthy manner. Chapter One. Chapter Two.

Learn more about my Tav, Seraphina.

Chapter Three: Moving On

“You do know how to make a damn good breakfast!”

Karlach.

“Well, thank you, Karlach! My mother would be glad to hear it.”

Gale.

“Send along our thanks to your mother, Gale. Good meals are hard to come by on the road.”

Wyll.

Seraphina was trekking back to camp from washing up in the river that morning when the voices of her companions reached her ears. Karlach had only joined them three days ago and having another exceptionally positive individual – especially another tiefling – lifted Seraphina’s spirits.

A new companion, a balmy morning, and the mouthwatering scent of breakfast. She was convinced it was going to be a good day. Maybe good enough to find a solution to this tadpole in her head.

“Hey, soldier!” Karlach greeted.

“Good morning!” Seraphina chirped.

“What’s the plan for the day?” Karlach asked.

Gale smiled sweetly at Seraphina as he handed her a plate of sausage links, potatoes, and tomatoes.

“We have two main options. We need to investigate the rest of the village, which shouldn’t take long and it’s also on the way to Auntie Ethel’s house, or we can head towards the goblin camp,” Seraphina replied. She reached into her pocket and fished out her coin.

“Is that your lucky coin or something?” Karlach inquired around a mouthful of food.

“You haven’t seen our dear leader’s morning ritual yet?” Astarion asked as he sauntered over from his tent. He winked at Seraphina as he walked past her and settled across the fire from her.

“Heads for the goblin camp. Tails for the village and Auntie Ethel,” Seraphina said, taking a bite of potatoes before flipping her coin. The coin shot up, slightly past her head, and she caught it with her palm. “Tails it is!”

“Chk. You are wasting precious time and leaving our fate up to the chance outcome of a coin flip. We should be making our way to a creche,” Lae’zel interjected.

“We haven’t had any symptoms so far, Lae’zel, and we don’t know how far away this creche is. Auntie Ethel has offered to help us and, if she can’t, at least we’ll be going to get the druid soon,” Seraphina smiled at Lae’zel, whose scowl was unwavering. “I promise we’ll head there.”

“So, what’s this little tradition of yours?” Karlach asked, smoothly changing the topic back.

“I worship Tymora, Lady Luck. Tymorans lean into luck and chance at every opportunity. The greater the risk, the greater the reward from the Smiling Lady,” Seraphina replied.

“Do you consider the tadpole a reward?” Shadowheart asked pointedly.

Seraphina bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying what she wanted to say, something along the lines of asking Shadowheart if she considered turning into a mind flayer and losing her soul a welcome loss in the name of Shar. She and Shadowheart had made some progress in…diplomacy. It was difficult traveling with someone who worshipped a goddess who Tymora did not like. Seraphina could feel the Bright Lady’s discontent occasionally when she and Shadowheart shared a moment that erred on the side of friendly.

“Unfortunate things happen to anyone, regardless of who they worship. That’s why we’re going to go see what Auntie Ethel can do to help us,” Seraphina replied evenly.

As the topic of breakfast chatter changed, Seraphina started going over her list in her head of what they needed for the day. After she finished eating, she hurried over to her tent, scooping some empty potion bottles and quickly beginning to craft.

She had crafted three healing potions when a pouch suddenly dropped in front of her. She looked up to see Astarion standing over her, his arms crossed with his signature smirk.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I picked up a few ingredients for you while I was hunting last night. I would’ve given them to you earlier, but there were more pressing matters when I saw you last night,” Astarion replied.

“Oh!” Seraphina said, opening the pouch to see several bunches of balsam, rogue’s morsel, and wispweed. “Thank you, Astarion. That’s very sweet of you.”

He crouched down so that he was eye level with her.

“Not nearly as sweet as your blood tastes, darling. Your blood has made me curious if all of you tastes as enticing,” he murmured. Heat blossomed on her cheeks as she averted her gaze back to her mortar and pestle, but Astarion put a finger under her chin and, with the lightest pressure, lifted her face to continue looking at him.

“You know, Seraphina, I’ve been thinking –”

“Are we prepared to venture forth today?”

They both looked up to see Gale had approached, his hands clasped behind his back. Seraphina saw a flash of annoyance cross Astarion’s face as he opened his mouth to speak, but she jumped to her feet.

“Yes! Let’s go,” she smiled, putting the new potions, alchemy tools, and the new pouch from Astarion into her bag.

“Astarion, I hope you won’t mind me borrowing Seraphina’s attention for a few moments,” Gale said.

Astarion scowled. “I assure you that I do mind since we were already having a discussion before you interrupted.”

“We will be together all day. There’s plenty of time to chat with both of you,” Seraphina interjected as Karlach walked over. The group started their walk out of camp and began heading in the direction of the blighted village.

“I apologize for the intrusion,” Gale murmured as Astarion and Karlach trailed ahead. “I suppose it’s quite rude to demand your attention as frequently as I have.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Seraphina said, gesturing for Gale to lean in closer.

“You’re my favorite person here. You can take up as much of my time as you wish,” she whispered, brushing her hand along his shoulder.

Gale gave a short chuckle, his face reddening as he stood up straight again. “Don’t tell me that. I may never leave your side,” he replied.

“And I wouldn’t mind that at all. Now, was something on your mind?” Part of her hoped that he would finally tell her why he needed to ‘consume’ magical items. She wasn’t a fan of the complaints and grumbling from everyone else over the loss of powerful gear.

“Right! If it’s not too bothersome for you to recall it, I was quite interested in hearing your story of what you witnessed when Elturel was pulled into Avernus.”

“Oh! Well, I guess to begin, my presence as a Tymoran priestess was requested to assist some Hellriders with an investigation they were doing into some recent disappearances.”

* * *

Seraphina flopped onto a rock, chugging a healing potion, as she winced and breathed through the pain from her wounds. She, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had just killed Gandrel, a monster hunter who was searching for Astarion. Seraphina was usually the first to suggest the peaceful or least aggressive route in any conflict, but when Astarion smirked at her and said, “We should do something about this threat,” she knew that he was, unfortunately, correct.

She had sighed as she replied, “All right, kill him if you must.” Karlach was less than happy about the choice, but Seraphina knew they couldn’t risk having a monster hunter lurking so close to their camp, not when Astarion was so valuable to their team. Taking a life wasn’t something that Seraphina did lightly. She could only pray that protecting Astarion was the right decision.

As Karlach and Gale went off to survey the rest of the swamp and ensure that Gandrel was alone, Astarion walked over and stood in front of her.

“Darling, I was thinking about you before we bumped into that filth,” Astarion said. He gestured at the rock. “May I?”

Seraphina looked at the rock, which truthfully was only fit for one person. She nodded and scooted over, her left leg hanging off. Astarion sat, so close that the sides of their bodies pressed together. She turned to look at him, slightly tilting her head back to avoid catching him with her ram horns.

“And pray tell, what were you thinking about in relation to me?” She replied as she began applying her healing magic on the scratches and wounds on his legs. She could feel his eyes staring at her as she worked.

“Remembering our time together, the things we’ve shared – and I don’t just mean that lovely neck of yours,” Astarion admitted. Seraphina shivered as she felt a finger graze her neck, passing over the bite marks where Astarion had fed from just last night. The finger continued moving up until Astarion softly grabbed her chin and turned her to look at him. She felt like her whole body was ablaze as she looked into his red eyes.

“I’m growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so…” Astarion murmured, a smirk on his face. He seemed absolutely smug at her wide-eyed expression.

“A lady never tells,” She replied coyly, attempting to gain some power back in this conversation.

“You don’t have to say a thing,” Astarion’s hand moved from her chin to cradling the back of her head. “I already know how you feel.” He looked at her lips and his gaze flicked back to her eyes. He slowly leaned forward, and Seraphina felt like she was being pulled on a string, closer and closer, until his soft, pink lips were pressed against her red-painted ones.

The kiss was surprisingly tender until she felt Astarion’s fingers tangle into her hair and pull, simultaneously pressing her even closer. She gasped and Astarion took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, carefully stroking her tongue with his own. Seraphina could feel the butterflies in her belly when she finally remembered that she had hands, and she gripped his shirt. She pressed her thighs together as she felt arousal surge through her. When was the last time she had kissed someone? As quickly as the moment started, it ended as he pulled away, his hand trailing down her neck, shoulder, and arm. His smirk returned.

“We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp – get some privacy,” He murmured seductively. “I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can…indulge in each other.”

“You’re lucky that I trust you, but I can’t lie that this all sounds mildly suspicious,” She laughed breathlessly. The kiss hadn’t even lasted that long, but she felt like Astarion had sucked all the oxygen from her lungs as easily as he sucked her blood.

“On my honor,” Astarion started, his other hand creeping down to grip her thigh. “The only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust.”

“Sounds like a good time to me,” She replied. She could hear Karlach’s roaring laughter and Gale’s measured footsteps growing nearer.

“Once we can get away, I promise you a night you’ll never forget,” Astarion purred, squeezing her thigh once, before rising to his feet. Seraphina slowly stood with him as Karlach and Gale appeared below.

“Oi! We’ve got an appointment with Auntie Ethel, you slowpokes!” Karlach yelled.

“Lead on, my friend!” Astarion hopped down to join them as Seraphina trailed behind, her lips tingling as she tried to throw water on the inferno that was raging between her legs.

Astarion and Karlach walked on, but Gale waited for Seraphina, sweetly smiling at her as she joined him on the path towards the teahouse. She almost felt guilty for what had just occurred with Astarion, but she quickly buried it. If Gale was taking his time with courting her – if that’s even what was happening between them – what was the issue with her indulging in the very direct attention that Astarion was offering?

She felt like she deserved to languish in the attention and desire of someone else after what happened with Vadan. In the last few days, she’d been able to think about him without feeling a pain in her chest. Moving on was possible. She could see the light. She needed to keep pushing through this fog.

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MYSTERY CAT. (or simply … indigo!)

“simply… indigo? refer to me as mr. indigo; i’ll become an

universal liability if you refuse. i always get my way, after all.”

𑁍 ﹏ sobriquets: mystery cat, spider-cat, indie, fish face, biscuits, indie kitty. mr. indigo, mr. meanie, bs, mijo, son, my son, puppy, mutt, little nimbus, baby blue/twinkie (via ichor 𖤐), little stray, pretty kitty, pretty boy, prince, young master (indigo), jophiel, anja, quidnunc, (big) lotto, lucky charm, gatito bonito, rich bitch, kitty, bell, pussy cat, alley cat, catnap.

𖥔 ﹏ additional photos: ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄.

𖥔 ﹏ general background: Ever seen one of these before? I’m sure you have. The Maneki-neko, also known as the Japanese “beckoning cat” is a benevolent apparition that bestows alms upon the ones who owns them. Usually you would see one of these statues in casinos or small businesses since these feline spirits tend to beckon in customers or good fortune, hence the way their paw lures in whatever their human desires. The left paw invites clients or customers, whereas the right invites fortune or good health; very rarely you’d find a maneki-neko that utilizes both of their paws simultaneously. Indigo is capable of shape-shifting from male, partially male (calico cat demihuman; calico catboy), or simply a norwegian forest calico cat. While his cat form is presentably female, his human/catboy form is not, as for he is a trans individual. A little more about him is that his own, the one he grants wishes to, is Illūnis, a malevolent apparition called a Rusalka. Despite her indifference towards cats, she saved him while he was just a kitten, for he was, no matter the AU, was on the brink of death. You can assume where he gains a few of his esoteric traits from; being raised by a homicidal spirit isn’t something you usually encounter.

𖥔 ﹏ trademark notables: Innately calls people “dear” when you’re concerning or confusing him (or becomes more polite in general). Nabs jewelry or any shiny material (whether it's his owner’s or something from an expensive store). Has purplish dark circles underneath his eyes considering that he doesn’t get a good amount of sleep due to his insomnia. Consumes unhealthy amounts of sugar, and I don’t mean confectionery. I mean sugar. Sleeps in the most unconventional places to feel hidden and safer. Doesn’t enjoy kids much (lacks the patience) but will risk the moon for the elderly. Ears are always in airplane mode in cat (boy) form, especially when he’s in public. Walks around with a gold coin, consider it a lucky one if you will, though if people tend to test him, he flips the coin (heads meaning whoop their ass, tails meaning flee. unfortunately for him, it nearly always lands on tails). Taps his fingers on his lips when he’s giggly, excited, or ecstatic, though if he uses one hand it indicates that he’s nervous or overthinking. Sleep talks and either spouts suggestive or ominous messages. Knows one too many things about most of the individuals of any given AU. Always in the lap of a highly attractive male in cat form. Comedically, he has a job EVERYWHERE… tired of seeing him in every little shop with a wink or straight-faced peace sign.

𖥔 ﹏ genshin notables: He’s a dendro-bearing resident of Liyue, quite the charismatic and memorable one at that. As a kitten, he used to live in Snezhnaya with his previous owner, Dottore, who not only captured him for personal experiments, but thrown him out when he was no use to him anymore, leaving him in the Snezhnayan snow. Because Illūnis was also once a resident of Snezhnaya, she found the poor thing and took him in as her own. Regrettably and reluctantly, of course. Once Illūnis became the Sentinel of Liyue, naturally they would have to reside there, specifically in Lone Cloud Pavilion. Indigo acts as Illūnis spiritual messenger, so he’s quite literally all over the map. He knows… everything and everyone because of this. Anyway, the citizens of Liyue (besides Traveler and Paimon, of course), have no way of knowing that this gift-giving kitty and this narcissistic catboy is the same person, so you can assume that his reputation varies. He’s much more adored in cat form, but as a human, people were weary of him; he enjoys both reputations, however, so he didn’t do anything. Not to mention that he gets custom-made collars from Ningguang, and he uses false visions he wears depending on the form to keep his existence a mystery.

𖥔 ﹏ atsv notables: Uhhh… anti-heroic spider-cat who will save the world if you keep your children on his taxes. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ jujutsu kaisen notables: Uhmmm… a human-born grade two curse who is also a sorcerer for the intel, benefits, and thrill. Anyways, N/A for now.

𖥔 ﹏ yandere au notables: As a yandere, he’d be the possessive and manipulative type, which is practically a given since these traits are in his character. Just not in an extreme degree. Growing up with Illūnis alters his empathy and basic perspectives. For example, stalking could simply be his way of “checking on” someone and manipulation are just as mere as white lies. While he’s not a murderer, he’s not against making scenes look like a simple accident if needed. But first, he’d stick to blackmailing, for, as we know, Indigo is great at finding out every single thing about a person. This could also seem obsessive towards his darling; he knows things about you that you couldn’t even address at the moment since you lacked the proper insight. But he didn’t. A better reason to keep him around, no? Anyway, as I said before, he could get eliminating, but if he has to kill, he’d get something else to do the work for him. He has a voracious, cannibalistic mother after all, so it’s best for his victims to not get too testy. He would also be a self-indulgent yandere, which is the type that prefers to be worshipped incessantly by his love interest. This could also lead to an obsession. If you squint, of course. Indigo is quite the arrogant kitty.

𖥔 ﹏ birthday: april 29th.

𖥔 ﹏ age appearance: twenty (20).

𖥔 ﹏ zodiacal big three: taurus ☼ | scorpio ❍ | libra ⇡

𖥔 ﹏ race, ethnicity, nationality: asian, japanese, nationality varies depending on the au.

𖥔 ﹏ sex, gender, sexuality, pronouns: female, trans male, uranic, he/him.

𖥔 ﹏ mbti: entp-a (the assertive debater).

𖥔 ﹏ likes: bubbles. brain-training (sudokus, anagrams, crossword puzzles, chinese checkers, etc.). honey garlic salmon (reminds him of illūnis and circe). traveling & nature walks or sprints w/ xīn’yuè. taking the longest naps. studying finance/economics, he is a lil’ financial adviser. numismatics!!!!! sitting in laps (‘specially, and only, in the laps of a pretty man). MONEYYYYY WOOOOOO. the elderly, so sweet, so quiet, LIKE JIHANE sometimes. socializing. lipstick (really, it’s a guilty pleasure). gossiping about everything, everyone, doesn’t matter, even matter isn’t safe. dangling earrings, jingly jewelry (often steals jihane’s). icicles! chandeliers (‘minds him of icicles). any self-care methods. physical affection, greatly. words of affirmation, mmh. jewelry or anything sparkling (crystals, keychains, aluminum foil, icicles, etc.). winter!! catnip. journey walks/exploration walks. controversial debates. blumei, best child/puppy ever. kittens, much better than real children. chin/ear scratches. valentine’s day. mmh, fish, but please cook it. why would he want uncooked seafood? diadems & crowns. being called handsome. nami from one piece; y’all sleep on her. kenma from haikyuu; sleeping. nose kisses. bird watching. people watching. romance k-dramas. writing in cursive. yoga!! frankly and secretly? dogs; very energetic like him but they get too loud. puppy/bunny-coded characters. treasure hunting. birthdays, but his.

𖥔 ﹏ dislikes: citrus fruits. spending money cuz be fr. lack of attention/affection. children (kittens are much more tolerable). crying in front of people. pimples.. gross. oversleeping/overexertion. PAIMON, SHUT UP FOR ONCE (genshin au). unnecessarily loud people/music. judgmental individuals (hypocritical ass). hyperactive individuals, what even is zolene. beer, tf? little miss goddamn yashmi-noir (as if she isn’t an upcoming favorite; she’s still an ick tho like maju). over-socializing. too much authority. spicy foods; zolene why. his insomnia. fucking inazuma (genshin au). puppies??! especially if they misbehave?!? seething hot days. FOXES (“they’re catlike freaks despite being another mutt classification… the contradiction is humiliating. y/n, have you seen a tibetan fox? it’s not safe for work”…). needy fucking individuals and they don’t even be cute with it (spider-man au). practicality. unapologetic individuals since he’s ironically apologetic. GREEN, ironically… easter (unless there’s money in one of those eggs). uncooked fish, why does sushi exist, he may ask? the aftermath of a goddamn sugar rush. forest clearings. baths, but knows it’s mandatory in human form too. the fourth of july, LOUD. unnecessary sleepless nights or nightmares. unrequited love. flower crowns, mightest well give him the real thing. & emhalo plants… ew.

𑁍 ﹏ quotes:

About Us: Mystery Cat ୨୧ “Why is the title so indistinct? Mystery cat? Really? What does a man have to do to free himself from this tree? Induce his ethanol intake? Please, a flea could come up with something better.”

About Sentinel Illūnis ୨୧ “Selenic Sentinel number three… What did she do this time?… Nothing? You just believed that I’d know of her? Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not on speaking terms at the moment. She frightened me with her behavior, then—… Huh? Oh no, she didn’t try to eat me. She simply has the audacity of a toddler, feeding me raw fish straight from the sea like I’m some sort of animal. I’m… still trying to wrap my head around the situation before I wrap my hands around her neck. *long sigh* …Really, how dare she?”

About Ichor ୨୧ “Really, Illūnis speaks entirely illy of that woman; never a green flag. He’s a Dao, a malicious earth genie who has also created the Selenian race. Again, don’t question me. I know everything. Tokyo—Ichor is a conflicting individual much like their nymph acolyte. Except be has the personality of that sun mutt but knows things even Illūnis has trouble comprehending. Horrifying, isn’t it? An aspirational man…”

About Gojo Satoru ୨୧ N/A FOR NOW.

About Zhongli ୨୧ “A dignified man he is… *long, dreamy sigh* … I’ve always prided myself on the simple fact that I’m well acquainted with him. Though unfortunately, greed runs wildly in my veins *purrs a bit* … this acquaintanceship is entirely dissatisfying. Traveler, he will become my next plaything.”

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