#Who they don't talk to and just observe through their overseers

[tropicalcontinental]

Fucked up slugcat and its iterator

I'll name them uhhh, Two Sided Coin idk

I'm getting more attached to this every passing second it's kinda fun

[hoshigray]

hey there! what do you think would toji’s reaction be when he finds out that you like getting spanked? (your version of toji lives in my mind rent free)

Damn, noonie!! This one was enticing to write, I ain't gon' lie lol had to sacrifice sleep to see it through hahaha. Hope you enjoy it!! And tysmmmm ;w; it's nice to know that others like how I write for my man~~ ♡

Cw: dom!Toji x fem!reader - doggy style/backshot position - Daddy kink - impact play/spanking (obvi) - slight degradation (Toji calls you a whore) - clitoral play (pinches to the clit) - pet names (angel, baby, sweetie/sweetheart, mama) - praise - mentions of drool - unprotected sex but Toji doesn't shoot inside. Wc: 1.4k

The first time it happened was on accident.

You and Toji were sitting on the couch watching television— his favorite basketball team was on, and by the looks of it (and the older man's frustration ticking up by the second), the game wasn't going so well. The score was neck-and-neck; you could tell it was pushing your boyfriend to the edge.

Nervously, you pick up your glass to sip your beverage, only to find it completely empty. You get up from the couch and move past Toji. However, simultaneously, something happened on the program that caused the man to groan in vexation and throw his big hands out aggressively.

The back of his hand unexpectedly meets your ass, causing you to shriek and drop the glass. Toji hears the sound of glass shattering and stops watching the sport to assess what transpired. When he sees you rub your butt where the back of his palm bumped into, apologies enter the scene.

"Oh shit, sorry 'bout that, baby." He gets up to pull you away from the glass, but you forgive him knowing his actions weren't intentional.

The second time, though, was far from an accident.

Toji came home from grocery shopping and walked into the shared bedroom to see you lying on the bed, on the phone with your best friend talking about whatever. A quick smile is flashed his way before returning to your conversation while he removes his leather jacket and exchanges his outdoor clothes for something more comfortable.

When he's done changing, he looks at you, so glued to your device that you don't notice him observing. He notices how laid back you are, lying on your stomach with just an oversized sweatshirt — his sweatshirt — and your panty-covered bottom for his eyes to see.

Emerald eyes linger on your lower half, tracing the lacy material of your undergarment. A smirk sneaks through scarred lips while Toji silently moves towards you, raising his hand before it comes down on your ass. And it comes down hard.

Expected, you react to the sudden interruption. But this time, Toji doesn't hear a shriek leave your lips. No, no. To his ears, it sounded like something with a more pleasant intonation. A moan.

You freeze. He freezes. No one says anything until someone on the other side of your phone comments.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Your best friend has a worried tone in their voice. "Was that a moan just now? Oh, I swear to God, Y/n, you better not be having sex while on the phone—"

You quickly interject. "No, no, no! Sorry, it was just that...Toji!!" With anger plastered on your face, you glare at your boyfriend, who's undoubtedly the culprit of what happened a few seconds ago.

He doesn't explain himself as he straightens himself and exits the bedroom. Even as he escaped, his smug grin remained on his face. "My bad, kid." he laughed and closed the bedroom door.

Fast forward to the present, you and Toji are in the comfort of your shared bedroom. "Nnmph! Oh, fuck...Daddy, feels so goo—Ahhhnn!"

With your back arched and your butt raised, Toji fucks you doggy style. Your mouth is covered by the satin covers of the pillow, suppressing the ecstatic noises from your mouth. His hands are positioned on each side of your hips, stationing you to take in the ruts of his sex. You can feel every dent and vein of his cock scraping your insides, the delicious sensation corrupting your senses.

The man drills his dick deep within you, and the sounds of his pelvis slamming onto your butt fill the bedroom. Toji can't help but admire having you like this for him and him alone: exposing your sweat-covered back and your soft rear being pounded. It turns him on so fucking much. And don't get him started on your pussy. The way your inner walls clench around him every time the base of his cock kisses your southern lips? Oh, it fucks him up so much, using every fiber of his being to not come too quick.

"Hnngh! Fuck, Y/n..." He moans to you, grinding his hips on your butt for his length to further churn your insides. It has you gripping the sheets with a bitten lip. "Feel so good fr' me, mama."

Although, he can't help but notice something. Anytime he brushes his hand on your buttocks, a jolt comes from your body. Along with a quick grasp of your cunt around his cock.

It's been apparent for the past six minutes, yet only now is when it hits him: the accident and his little prank before directly connect to what's happening now. It hits him, and he can't fight the tiny smile that's starting to bloom.

Now, the third time has finally presented itself.

"Hey, sweetie." You moan at the pet name, and hums of pleasure seep out when Toji slows the pace of his thrusts. "Does my baby like to get spanked?

Suddenly, everything in the room feels like it's come to a halt, and your blood runs cold. "H-Huh?" You meekly question.

"Oh, I know you heard me." A chill trickles down your spine when you hear him snicker from behind, and a squeak exits your puffy lips when you feel a big hand slither up and down the cusp of your ass. "Go on. Tell Daddy how much you love to get y'r ass smacked by me, sweetheart."

You can't tell if the sweat on your forehead is from the heat or the anxious pool in your stomach. You try to rationalize. "N-Now, Toji. Let's not try any—Eeeyaaah!!!"

A harsh slap on your ass causes you to substitute your thoughts with a forced scream. Your cunt tightens around his cock in haste, and he hisses. His fingers dig deep into the stinging flesh, and you can only imagine the tiny crescents his nails are branding onto your delicate skin.

"Aaaaahhh, shit...Sorry, angel, I didn't quite catch that." Toji bends down to bite your shoulder, resulting in another choked cry filling the air. "What's my name again, Y/n?" His voice drops to a dangerous low octave that makes you shiver.

"Nnmmm...I'm sorry, Daddy," you purr under him.

He grins hard with his hand kneading your ass. "Y'r grippin' me hard every time I play with this ass." He smacks your asscheek again, tears prickle at the corner of your eyes, and you prove his point when your slit contracts around him again. "What do you want Daddy to do 'bout that?"

With heavy huffs, you try to regain some sense to formulate a proper response for the man dominating over you. Your face is hot with embarrassment coursing through your quivering body.

"I...I want—"

"Speak a lil louder, baby." Fingernails sink deep into the skin of your ass, and you jerk from the pain.

"Pleaseeee, Daddyyy," you know your whines only feed his ego, but that's what he wants. That's how you'll get what you're aching for. "Pleaseee, I want you to slap my ass...I want it so ba—Aaaaahhhh!!!"

And with that, Toji doesn't hold back. Fast ruts to your soaping slit are paired along with strikes to your butt, and there's no use in you trying to conceal the mewls flying out your mouth. Every harsh smack to your bottom forces your pussy to clamp around Toji's dick. The contrasts between the pleasurable commotion and the extreme hits of his hands are too intense for your brain to comprehend.

Toji, however, enjoys this type of change in rhythm. "Aiishhh, damn. Who woulda thought my baby liked gettin' their ass smacked, grippin' me like a dirty whore." Your asscheeks are now stinging and hot from his painful touch, your cunt clenching ahold of him as he bullies your body inside and out. "But—Oh, fuckin' shit...I fuckin' love this."

And you can't deny it either; despite you moaning out loud and having your body be used like a porn star, your arousal is at an all-time high. Tears and drool now fall from your pretty face and stain the satin pillow covers.

So much so that your orgasm hits you without your recollection when Toji snakes down a hand to pinch on your clit. The abrupt, cruel, yet exhilarating tweak to your sensitive bud topped it off, tipping you to experience your long-awaited climax.

Toji knows he'll follow suit when he feels the walls of your chasm flutter around his cock, taking out his member to shoot his load out. His essence paints your ass, striking down slowly to your back.

You two heave through the aftershocks, your body now sweaty and dirty with filth on your back and between your legs. The older man leans down to kiss your shoulders. "Did so good fr' me, mama. We outta do that more often."

[roseapov]

TWST Self Aware AU

The difference between 'The Player' and 'The Overseer' based on my observations and some Headcannons

Warning: Mentions of obsession, slaying people, stalking, cult themes and delusional worshippers

[TWST Self Aware AU] - [Masterlist]

The Player:

Everyone knows that Twisted Wonderland is just a game and they're the characters in it. They as a self aware AU communicate with you through Yuu, as it is their only form of communication with you (unlike the Overseer). They see you as their 'safe space' and can be/are possessive of you, cause of the comfort that you bring to them (some more than the others). They know you're somewhere out there playing and having your own life, so they really appreciate it when you do decide to play.

You don't have worshippers, just a bunch of students obsessively starved for your affection and attention - trying to harbor it all to themselves (Poor boys, shower them with affection - or not, Choose the safest option).

The Housewardens would be the most clingiest of them all. They have some real problems to overblot in the first place (-Kalim, +Jamil), but your presence seems to calm all their worries, so stay with them a little longer. Just. A. Little. Longer.

They're also not above stalking - when you play there's always someone following Yuu around, and when you're offline those with more magic than the others have the chance to infiltrate through your phone and watch your daily life through the camera as well as hear your voice through the microphone.

Since you communicate through Yuu, there are 2 options I see happening when you're offline:

Yuu is living their normal life without your influence as an npc, where they normally talk to everyone behind the scenes

When you log out, Yuu just disappears, which I think is pretty reasonable. Everyone then knows that you're offline and the only thing they can do is wait for you to log in again.

And of course, our very lonely Future Fae King tries to bring you into their world with his powerful magic, so he won't have to be alone anymore💕 The others also approve of this action, so See you soon!

The Overseer:

The characters there are a bunch of lunatic worshippers that see you as a God/Creator, and The Overseer. You're known there internally and Nations are worshipping you (unlike The Player who is only known by the characters they met). Their level of worship is different in each county, when in some (Briar Valley) you're the highest being to ever exist, while in the others you're seen as a respectable person who watches over them, but not as the deity to offer-everything-you-can to (Sunset Savanna, since they already have a Royal Family that rules for centuries - the irony since Briar Valley also have long ruling Royal Family).

You're a perfect being that soothes them, they're totally obsessed and very possessive of your attention. They have no problems with slaying everyone who's not respecting you enough *ekhem* Briar Valley/Diasomnia. They are elated when they feel your gaze linger on them a little longer than on the others.

They can feel your gaze on them, feel your touches but your silhouette is blurred/transparent for them (thanks to the screen, cause as we all know, the screen can't compare to the real experience), so they don't know your exact look (even tho they're dying to know *ekhem* Pomefiore, cause of their Fairest Queen opinion on you).

The Great Seven also met you (thanks to the Fairy of thorns), their God and Creator. They have made various opinions on your person (all positive, cause don't forget - they're all obsessed delulus), like for example: The Fairest Queen opinion on you is that 'You're the Fairest one of them all', all said while kneeling before your beauty.

Of course our current generation is also dying to meet their creator in all of their glory, so our most powerful and most delusional Diasomnia boys (mostly Malleus and Lilia) are trying to find a way to bring you into their world to worship you endlessly like you rightfully deserve.

You're not really communicating with them through Yuu, as they can see you through the screen of your phone (although blurry). They are always talking to you, always looking at you. All those lines, all for you, towards you, so answer them, look at them or things may get really ugly.

Some of my rambling now:

I know many days ago I posted that my first fic will appear in a few days, but it never did (sorry🙏). My first fic project was very ambitious and in the meantime I caugt a cold which numbed me totally, but it did gave me many ideas for fics in the future🤭. So instead of the fic planned to be my first one, this one will serve the purpose of being the first fic - pretty analysational and rational (I hope).

I'm still working on the fic that was supposed to be the first one, yet i have too little information on the topic to write it (it's also gonna be analysis like), so I'm going to take my sweet time with writing it and hopefully after the october (cause of the october writing challenge), succesfully release it.

I hope this fic came out good and y'all are satisfied with it, I am also open to any criticizm towards my works, so please feel free to tell me where i can improve!

I also apologize for all the mistakes that I could possibly have done here👀

Thank you all again and see you soon!💕

~roseapov

[so-sures-blog]

Teenage Mercenary Headcanons

(Most of these are of Dayeon Yu because she's my fave character, but the Numbers are thrown in, too!)

☆☆☆

— Dayeon absolutely knows Ijin's secret, but she isn't confronting him because she wants him to trust her and come forward himself. Dayeon is sweet, not oblivious.

Who do you think sews the clothes whenever he gets slashed? Washed out the blood? Takes out the trash that has all his bloody bandages? She's literally seen him try to stab someone's eye out with a chopstick. Fight against experienced killers when she was kidnapped with Yeona. It only takes a quick google search to find out Dushik Cha is the biggest gangster in Seoul, Korea — and Ijin has him on speed dial. When the Congressman and his childrens' crimes broke the news, you think Dayeon didn't see it — didn't notice that with all the videos posted on the internet, only hers wasn't shown?

Ijin got a job at SW, the most prestigious company in the entire world, as a bodyguard. You have to have an extreme amount of fighting talent and skill to be able to become a bodyguard there, even as a part-timer. Normally, that would take months, years to be accepted. Nobody knew how he was scouted, not even the higher-ups. Which would mean Ijin was personally hired and got the job through connections with the CEO of SW.

The point is that Ijin is the most unsubtle person on the planet, and Dayeon is ready.

— The Numbers have tattoos! After they got initiated, they all got tattoos of their numbers. It serves as a reminder that they belong to The Camp and have no identity beyond that.

— I feel like Dayeon would be really into psychology. Being bullied by Huijin for years, I think that Dayeon would pick up behavioral cues from her as a coping mechanism. She is very observant, so I imagine she psychoanalyzes those around her to determine whether or not they are good people. I also see her use her psychology skills to translate into being a detective for learning about Ijin and the Numbers. I can picture her basically backing the Numbers into a corner and forcing them to talk about their feelings. She has a lot of impromptu therapy sessions.

— Ijin and Dayeon go to a rich kid school but live in a bad neighborhood. Yeona Sin, granddaughter of the SW CEO, goes to their school, and so did the Congressman's children, so it has to be a rich kid school. I headcannon that Grandpa Yu worked hard to send Dayeon to a good school, so that's why she goes there even though they don't have money. Also, they live in a bad neighborhood because how else would Ijin beat up high-school assholes and live within motorcycle-riding distance from Dushik Cha, Seoul's #1 gangster?

— The Numbers speak multiple languages! Being sent on multiple assignments in different continents, I feel like they would pick up different languages in order to blend in.

— Dayeon is good with first aid! It's not through want, but when she was being bullied, she had to patch up her own injuries by herself, so she became well practiced in it. And, when she was younger and first learning how to cook, she kept on getting cuts on her hands from the knife. But she didn't want her grandpa to worry and send her to the hospital for stitches, so she learned to do it herself! 

(Inspired by my mother, who cut herself with a knife and promptly sewed herself up with a needle and thread with no tears or medical experience whatsoever.)

She helps heal her brother's injuries. She's not as good at stitches as Ijin is, but she insists she has to when he comes home with injuries, and it's the thought that counts, right? Also, she took it upon herself to learn CPR for her grandpa when she was really young in case he had a heart attack from his weak heart ;(

— Dayeon steals her brother's jackets and wears them around. At first, it was merely coincidence — her just grabbing the first thing when she's in a rush — but soon it becomes a habit to reach for Ijin's jacket instead of her own. They're comfy and oversized, and she loves it. Her favorite is the grey one with white armbands Ijin often wears. Ijin doesn't mind. Her wearing his jackets actually protects her more even when he is not around. He goes out and takes care of high school jerks often so that they start to recognize the clothing he beat them up in.

High-School Gangster: (sees Dayeon walking home alone innocently) Ooh, cute girl!

Gang: (goes up to harass her before pausing when they see her jacket.) Wait ...

(Recognizing Ijin's jacket, paling, and realizing that he with absolutely fuck them up if they mess with his little sister.)

Gang: (jumping the guy who pointed out Dayeon, beating him up.) You piece of shit! Don't you drag us into your goddamn death wish!

Ijin traumatized all the gangs in the area, and it's beautiful.

— Ijin and Dayeon have dimples! At first, it was only Dayeon because I researched and found dimples represent a sign of beauty and cheerfulness in many cultures, which I thought suited her perfectly. But then I wanted Ijin and Dayeon to have something in common due to resemblance, and the dimples appeared. Also, I wanted the Numbers to have that extra wow factor when they see Ijin's smile and realize he has dimples.

— Grian is a melting pot filled with orphaned children of all ethnicities. I imagined that missionaries from all countries came to Grian to try and "fix it up" before having children with the locals. Maybe the parents were killed, or they abandoned them, but the point is that most of the children there grew up orphaned before they were inducted into military camps.

— Besides Ijin and 032, all of the other Numbers are in their mid-to-late twenties. Think about it — it's been 10 years since the plane crash, and they were all teenagers when they were in the Camp. And none of them look especially older or younger.

— Ijin takes after his parents in looks. He has his mom's hair and his dad's face. You can tell he was their son just by looking at him. That's why Grandpa Yu was so emotional when Ijin came back. It was like seeing his son and daughter-in-law come alive again within his grandson. But Dayeon?

Dayeon looks exactly like her grandma, so much that sometimes it literally hurts Grandpa Yu to look at her. It almost seems like a cruel twist of fate — to leave him with the little girl that looked exactly like his wife to raise when he should've been left with Ijin, so Grandpa can still have some part of his son and daughter-in-law with him (Dayeon internalized these thoughts when she was younger).

— Dayeon knows how to do makeup! Again, this was mostly out of necessity — she had to learn how to cover up the bruises when she was being bullied. The bullies were smart enough to not go for her face, but sometimes when she fought back she'd catch a blow across the cheek — hence, she was forced to learn how to cover it up with makeup and over the years has perfected the art of hiding bruises. Sometimes, when Ijin comes home with bruises, she drags him to her room and helps him cover it up with makeup.

— Ijin and Dayeon actually have a lot of similarities and neither of them realize it. They have the same habits and quirks, and subconsciously hold the same fears of revealing their past traumas. It's honestly a bit ironic and hilarious, seeing as physically Ijin and Dayeon look nothing alike for siblings. For example, Ijin works out and goes on runs when something is weighing on his mind while Dayeon paces the floor until it is practically worn and tries to busy herself with chores.

It always makes Dayeon petulant when one of her friends or the Numbers point it out because she knows firsthand how frustrating her brother can be.

— When Yeona gets drunk she has the habit of buying an excessive amount of things for her friends. Dayeon's cold? Watch her buy a full set of expensive winter gear for her. The guys are feeling hungry? She'll clear out the entire convenience store. She has zero recollection of what she bought the next day and Hyeokjin and Jaehyeong find it hysterical when they see all of the absurd, random things she's bought. The whole group makes fun of how much money she wracked up in a single night. Seokju always has to take away her wallet beforehand whenever they go out.

— After the whole kidnapping arc with Dayeon and Yeona, Seokju took it upon himself to teach the girls some basic self defense. Mostly it's dodging and escaping holds, and they've both gotten pretty good! When they first started out, Ijin would be staring lasers at Seokju on the sidelines whenever he would handle his sister, which he felt he could personally do without. Now, Ijin helps out with the training while Yeongchan, Jaehyeong, and Hyeokjin spectate and cheer. While it irks him, the girls love it and take the opportunity to show off what they've learned.

— Jaehyeong says that he doesn’t know what he wants to be in the future, but secretly he wants to be a race car driver. He loves cars. As soon as this guy gets his hands on a license, he’ll be driving everywhere. Constantly gets pulled over for speeding tickets. If the friend group was ever in an apocalypse, Jaehyeong would be their getaway driver simply because he’s crazy behind the wheel, and can probably pull off all those stunts you see in the movies. His grandpa is the chairman of Gihyeon Motors, so you bet he’ll have access to the best vehicles there is. He’s the guy who’ll pull up to school or a McDonald’s in a sports car just to brag (he’d get it in orange, simply because it’s his signature color and he likes to be obnoxious).

Keeps his dream of being a race car driver private because he doesn’t want his family to take that away from him (which they could). So far, his plan is to complete his military requirement after high school to stall his way from the family business — because unlike Hyeokjin, he hates business — but after that he’s got nothing. However, after seeing Yeongchan pursue a career in streaming, he found he can become much more courageous in voicing his opinion of his future.

— The funniest thing about 004 is that he actually has a resting pretty face but chooses to look like a straight up sewer demon on a regular basis. 005 said once in passing that “004 can actually look good if he just shuts his mouth” and instead of taking it as a challenge of being attractive while talking like a normal person, he chose to twist his facial features into the most horrific expressions possible while spewing nonsense. Still, in the rare moments when he is calm, his face softens and you can properly see the ‘pretty boy’ face he hides behind his ‘bad boy’ exterior.

[seullovesme]

sore arms » park sooyoung

pairing ⥬ park sooyoung

genre ⥬ fluff

summary ⥬ after sooyoung spent a night in your room, your arms seem to be a little weak. weird..

warnings ⥬ mentions of sex

WC ⥬ 0.9k

you walk out of your room, stretching your arms above your head while letting out a yawn. you make your way to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen, and you see seungwan over by the stove and joohyun by the sink.

"morning, sleepyhead. did you sleep well?" joohyun asked after noticing you standing over by the kitchen counter.

you hummed. "i'd say so. why are you two up so early?" the oldest looked over to the clock that hung on the wall, the time reading 9:34. she let out an airy laugh, looking at you with one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"this is early?" you nod, smiling dumbly at how silly it sounded now that she said it out loud. she sighed. "what could you guys do without me?"

"hey, i'm the one cooking over here!" seungwan chimes in and you notice that she was making one of your favorites. she turns around and sees you staring at the food she has yet to cook. "you wanna help me out? the more hands, the quicker we finish."

"sure!" you went over to where she was standing and observed the food laid out. you felt yourself drooling over it, seungwan always made your favorites taste incredible.

she pulls out a pan and a wooden spoon, handing you it before placing the pan in a new spot on the burner. "okay, just put it in the pan and mix it around till it's cooked. make sure not to let it sit for too long or it will stick together." she instructs and you nod, beginning to stir away.

not even 5 minutes in, you feel the muscles in your forearm burn like hell. you try to power through, but the burn is just so strong and your arm is worn "unnie, can you take it for a minute." you give the spoon back to the squirrel as she just judges you with her eyes.

"seriously? come on, don't be lazy, it cooks fast. here." she motions to give it back, but you whine and push it away.

"no unnie, i can't. shit, my forearm hurts so bad." you groan, holding your arm while opening and closing your hand, the sensation intensifying when your muscle contracts. joohyun comes from behind you and grabs you, her face ridden with concern.

she press into the top part of your forearm, the big muscle, and you yelp at the pain, jolting away from her. she grabs hold of you again and continues to press all the spots leading up to your wrist, and you let her do her thing but not without biting down on your other fist.

"all your muscles are so tense and strained, what did you do? were you working out last night?" she interrogates, gently massaging you as she talks.

your face flushes at her last question because you were certainly working out last night. joohyun sees how red your face is and squints at you in a suspecting manner.

you clear your throat. "no, i was just resting all last night in my room, no activities." you state calmly. she was about to say something when the sound of a door shutting startles her.

it caught all your attentions, everybody silently waiting for the person to appear.

"smells good! is the food done yet?" sooyoung says cheerily, trying to fix her messy hair. joohyun glances at her disheveled figure and looks to you, noticing how your hair was messy as well.

she looks back to sooyoung and sees that she was in one of your oversized tees with your shorts on. it was the one always in your basket when she did laundry.

once she realizes, she turns to seungwan who looked like she had seen a ghost. seemed like she realized the same thing as her. joohyun dropped your arm and backed away. "ew!"

she wiped her hands on her pants and rushed to the sink, washing her hands aggressively with soap.

"what? what's ew?" you held your arm.

"you and sooyoung! i touched that hand, gross!" she hollered. your cheeks felt hot as you bit your lip in embarrassment.

seungwan just stared at you with her mouth open in shock. "that's why your arm is sore.. you freak!" she went back to cooking, shaking her head trying not to imagine the two of you in bed together. she was also mumbling something along the lines of 'horny sex addicts'.

sooyoung laughed before coming to hug you from behind. "don't worry, they're just mad they aren't getting any." you snorted a laugh, offending the bunny and hamster.

"as if, i could get anyone i wanted in the snap of a finger." joohyun boasted to deny the statement.

"oh yeah? then what happened with that girl you were going out with?"

joohyun huffed at the mention of her failed attempt at getting her own partner. "im leaving. seungwan, call me when the food is ready." she stormed away, disappearing into the hallway.

as joohyun left, seulgi came in, glancing back at the angry bunny that just passed her. she pointed at the slamming door and looked at you and sooyoung.

"what's up with unnie?" she asked innocently, not knowing anything about what just happened. you both shrugged.

"sexual frustration, it makes people crazy i guess." the tall girl suggested. seulgi nodded slowly, trying to think about that. sounded true to her, so she just went straight to bothering the shortest by eating the food that she cooked, getting yelled at and hit by the little chef.

what an eventful morning after such an eventful night.

[delusionalwriter02]

Hello! If you’re not to busy I was wondering if you could write for dazai, chuuya, fyodor, and sigma with a reader that wears like baggy clothing(kind of like skater style) but one day they’re at a special event and are dressed all elegantly😱

You should dress like that more often

Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma x GN Reader / Fluff / Headcanons

a/n : Thank you so much for your request !! I love the idea so let's goo, hope you like it. I kept the same "environment" but change the dialogues and interactions for them, I'm sorry if the beginning is the same, I didn't really know how to correctly do it.

Dazai :

The grand reception hall buzzed with an air of sophistication as the doors opened to welcome the distinguished guests. Dazai, draped in an all-black attire, strolled into the venue with an air of nonchalance. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the room, ever observant.

Amidst the sea of elegantly dressed peoples, Dazai's attention was captivated by a figure weaving through the crowd. You, typically adorned in loose-fitting clothing and a perpetually disgruntled expression, had undergone a remarkable transformation for the evening.

Dazai couldn't help but stop in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight. The dark fabric accentuated your shoulders and narrow waist, revealing a side of you that had been carefully concealed beneath layers of baggy clothes.

He blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Dazai mused aloud, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

-"Don't act all surprised. Thought I'd try something different for the occasion."

Dazai's smirk widened. "Different is an understatement. I didn't know you had such a figure hiding under those oversized garments. Did you hire a personal stylist, or is this a secret talent of yours?"

You sighed, attempting to maintain composure. "I thought I'd make an effort, that's all. Is it really that surprising?"

Dazai chuckled, circling you as if inspecting the change. "Oh, it is surprising. I never thought I'd see the day when you embraced the concept of form-fitting clothing. It suits you, though."

A faint blush colored your cheeks, and Dazai couldn't help but enjoy the rare sight of you, his partner momentarily flustered. As you both continued into the reception, Dazai couldn't resist teasing you about this new fashion choice. Even if, secretly, he hopes that this won't be the last time you wear these clothes.

Chuuya :

The hall glittered with chandeliers as Chuuya made his entrance. His eyes scanned the room. Amidst the sea of formalwear, his attention was captivated by a figure he recognized immediately.

You, who typically favored loose, comfortable attire, had taken a bold step into the world of formal clothing for the evening. The midnight-blue fabric clung to your frame, accentuating curves and lines that were usually hidden beneath more relaxed clothing.

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Well, who are you and what have you done to my partner ?" he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of mild surprise. "Didn't think I'd see you strutting around like a runway model tonight."

You were caught off guard by Chuuya's observation, you shot him a playful glare. "I can dress up when I want to. Not every day I get to attend such fancy events."

Chuuya chuckled, his smirk growing. "I never said you couldn't. Just didn't expect you to go from baggy to body-hugging in one night."

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Thought I'd give the fashion police something to talk about. You know, keep them on their toes."

Chuuya laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, you've certainly achieved that. I didn't know you had a hidden fashionista side. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time."

You rolled yours eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "Underestimating? Please, Chuuya, I can be full of surprises when I want to be."

"Clearly," Chuuya replied, still grinning. "You're stealing the spotlight tonight. Who knew you could turn heads ?"

The conversation continued at length but Chuuya had a hard time staying focused. One wonders why.

Fyodor :

The grand reception hall exuded an air of sophistication as Fyodor's gaze methodically surveyed the room, searching for you. Amidst the elegant crowd, his attention was drawn to a figure moving gracefully through the gathering.

You, typically draped in loose-fitting garments, had chosen to deviate from your usual style for the evening. The pretty clothes you wore accentuated your form in a way that intrigued Fyodor, in more way than one.

Fyodor maintained his composed demeanor as he went to talk to you, "A departure from the usual, I see. What inspired this sartorial change?"

You, meeting his gaze with a confident expression, replied, "Figured it was time for a subtle transformation. People tend to underestimate the power of appearances."

Fyodor nods, "A strategic choice, then. You understand the impact of perception."

You grinned, "Well, I thought I'd add a touch of intrigue to the evening. Keep things interesting."

Fyodor's lips curved into a faint smile. "An admirable goal. Complexity often begets fascination."

You laughed, “A little dance?” you said, holding out your hand. “I have a partner who will be jealous if they see me in such nice company.” Fyodor said, accepting your outstretched hand.

“You’re really stupid,” you replied, taking him further away, away from the people.

A fascinating evening, indeed.

Sigma :

Sigma in his dark attire entered the hall. Amidst the swirl of activity, his attention was drawn to somebody standing in one of the corner, alone.

You who usually favoring loose-fitting clothes, had opted for something different, very different.

Sigma approached with a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Someone's bringing a whole new vibe tonight. What's the story behind the stylish upgrade?"

You grinned, a spark of confidence in your eyes. "Just felt like trying something out of the ordinary. You know, adding a dash of flair to this boring and stupid party."

Sigma chuckled. "Flair, indeed. It suits you. And here I thought I was the only one allowed to make dramatic entrances."

You teased back, "Oh, there's room for more than one in the spotlight. Care to join me for a dance in the middle of it all?"

Sigma raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded. Let's make tonight memorable, shall we?"

Sigma held out his hand, you took it. He lead you to the center of the room, ready to make this evening trully memorable.

Hey! I hope you liked it? I'm sorry for having kept a certain line for all the characters but I must admit that I lacked inspiration to bring about the different situations.

See you <3

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay fr what do you think scara is like in bed? what’s he into, what’re his kinks, the whole shebang?

modern scaramouche hc's

✭ tags ; sub!chara, dom!reader (they bottom but parts are unspecificed so gn!reader as well), this is also my modern!scaramouche take so just be aware, bratting, rough sex, slapping, hitting, a lil degradation, reader is v careful abt scaramouches boundaries tho, romantic implications reader is stronger than scara + he is short king, etc

✭ wc ; 2.1k (im soooo ashamed. anon im so sorry)

✭ a/n ; this got so out of hand so quickly. this is my personal scaramouche this has nothing to do with anyone but me and my delusions sorry in advance.

like really. cant describe how subjective this is but i also refuse to change my mind or see him any other way. thank u so much for inquiring

my modern scaramouche is usually aged like. 20-something in college. he goes to a nice university (a very competitive school mind you.) he was really concerned about excelling for like most of his hs career. kind of a loner except tartaglia who adopted him into his friend group.

he panics about his degree for the longest time cause he doesn't know what to do - but settles on civil architecture and minors in fine art.

he has his ears pierced and some other piercings too that he was peer pressured into, but overall likes how they look. he's not usually very dressed up and all of his closet is so oversized because comfort > fashion BUT he never looks like a slob either.

has like 3 other friends on campus (kazuha + mona + childe who somehow followed him there)

complicated relationship with his mom + stepmom (he doesn't hate her but they do not communicate so tons of misunderstandings between them. like sooo many)

and. usually not actively looking to date anyone ever. he had like one crush one time in highschool but chickened out so miserably and SEETHED about it the whole time.

after that he swore to never, ever, ever go back to that dark place and sort of just focused on his career and school. his major is pretty difficult so it takes a lot of his time

plus he's a little pretentious, stuck up little shit so only a few people can handle him in the first place.

anyways. u meet through tartaglia who thinks you two will get along really well (and he's trying to set you both up bc he thinks you two could work well together)

its honestly like oil and water. you're personality just rubs him the wrong way. sure childe is annoying, but he's stupid

you're...not stupid. you're kind of clever and you treat him with like. a sense of disrespect he hates. scaramouche is used to people who let him have the upperhand

but you're always pretty quick to shoot him down. you never let him him get away with anything and you guys have this like... insane back and forth for months

its the slowest of burns. he swears he hates you.

(he doesn't though. he thinks its really fucking attractive that you talk back to him and don't let him intimidate you ever. but he loathes that feeling. he also loathes how nice your laugh is and how easy it is to talk to you)

scaramouche spends. AGES. ages in denial. closes his eyes to it. its like 6 months deep into it - he starts having wet dreams and he wakes up HORRIFIED with himself.

WORSE? scaramouche knows about your sex life. not through you but through observation and gossip. he's not fucking you in the dreams. you're fucking him.

humiliated, he simply tries to ignore it. but it's making him so much moody than usual and because you two spend so much time together - you notice almost right away. of course you do.

"whats got your panties in a twist lately? not that you're usually sunshine and rainbows but you're acting like a little kid"

scaramouche says something mean. like, really mean in response. he's just so frustrated. its a personal jab, farther than he'd usually go.

he's expecting to sabotage himself you know? he does that sometimes. pushes people away when they get too close. it's a miracle he has any friends. he's expecting you to get annoyed and leave.

but there's this like. chill to your voice. and you're looking straight at him.

"you don't talk to me like that, understand? i don't care how shitty your mood is."

one hit k.o. he can't even breathe. what's wrong with him and what is happening to him, and holy shit why do you sound like that.

"sorry," he apologizes (him. he's apologizing first) "just. frustrating,"

and you immediately slink back to your usual self. and he's relieved and a little excited and just overall restless because he can't stop thinking about what just happened.

"it's fine. i like being on your ass or whatever but it's bothering me that you're so moody. maybe you really do need to get laid,"

the joke is one you often to make. it's meant to lighten the mood. but scaramouche is feeling pent-up and horny and that's kind of exactly what he needs

"s-shut up. it's not like you're going to do it,"

internally he's hoping you take the bait. he is equal parts horrified and excited watching you take in the information. you give him a lazy smile as you sit up and look at him.

"huh. do you...want me to do it?"

oh dear god. oh fuck.

"so what if i did?"

and then you laugh, which he can't decipher. he's gearing himself to be made fun of. he watches you with big wide yes as you come sit on the desk near him. feels your fingers trail his jaw and tilt his head up and holy shit he might really die.

he can barely look up at you.

"is that why you've been acting weird for last couple of weeks?" your voice is so smug and scaramouche is so turned on it's stupid. he hates it. hates himself. hates everything

"shut up,"

and then, you grab his chin. really make him look at you and it's startling but he doesn't pull away. you look gleeful.

"that why you've been running with your tail between your legs when you see me?" you hum, your eyes almost predatory "cause you want me to fuck you?"

its times like this scaramouche he could be honest. because that's exactly what he wants, but he hates having to say it.

"as if you could satisfy me," he says, instead. your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to register it all in your head.

"you're such a fucking brat," you say, light. affectionate, really. it makes his heart pump "you think i can't?"

"i'd like to see you try," he says, absolutely and utterly in disbelief internally. you grin.

"can i kiss you?"

"why're you asking?"

"cause im an asshole, not a villain,"

you and scaramouche makeout in a study room before he decides to to get ahold of himself and invites you into his dorm. he's never been so thankful in his life that his roomate is gone.

when you get scaramouche into bed - it really dawns on him how out of his element he is. he's not a virgin - a few awkward and usually bad hook-ups in his repertoire.

but you're not like them. he's bitey and on edge but you handle him. ask for permission for little things, clarifications for what he's okay with. you're thoughtful, despite how much he's lashing out.

and it's turning scaramouche so much he doesn't know how to handle it other than doing it again. he wants to provoke you so much. he wants to put him in his place over and over.

it's mid makeout he pulls away, frustration all-welled up inside him that he asks. he's hard and needy and needs something to get him off.

"i knew you were all talk," he sneers, putting as much of himself in it as he can "this is nothing,"

you look at him very seriously "you're really asking for it, huh," you say with a sigh "do you know what you're getting into?"

"nothing serious obviously,"

"usually when i deal with brats like you, i treat 'em real rough. im being nice to you cause you're so pent up, but it's like you don't want that," you grab his face again, getting close and personal this time and scaramouche feels like he'll collapse "want me to treat you mean and put you in your place? hit you and make you cry?"

oh it ruins his life. that's exactly what he wants. what he needs from you so much it aches. so much he chokes.

"wh-what the hell are-"

but you make him face forward, look you in your eyes.

"your first lesson is answer me when i talk to you. is that what you want? you can nod if you can't say it,"

so he nods and you laugh.

"yeah? should smack the brat outta you shouldn't i?

you're asking for permission. despite his everything, there's something affectionate about it. he feels his stomach twist with desire.

"just fucking do it already,"

"tell me if you need to stop,"

"i said—"

it's unceremonious, really. when scaramouche feels the palm of your hands on his cheek, landing heavy and hard as you push him back against the bed. you hit him.

he liked it. makes his cock throb in his fucking jeans, feeling the sting.

"your second lesson is don't fucking mouth at me," you practically spit. there's some roughness in your actions that make scaramouche keen as you crawl on top of him "can't even deal with your moods without lashing out."

scaramouche feels his stomach churn as your hands make rough work of him. you pin his wrists over his head, tell him to keep it there.

and of course he refuses, disobeys - gets to feel how strong you actually are when you spit the words back in his face again to hold fucking still.

scaramouche keeps doing it. keeps pushing until you have to put him back where he belongs forcibly. he doesn't know that he's doing it

but he wants something he can't name, a desire that aches so deep in his chest. he wants you to take responsibility for him - like a promise of some kind.

he likes the way your mouth feels on his skin. your teeth feel so good sinking into pale flesh. the scratch of your nails and sting of your palms as you spank and hit and push his body.

you manhandle him so fucking easily, putting him in every position you can think of. on his knees, or his back - naked and waiting.

you tease scaramouche till he's honest, your voice coarse until he starts giving in.

you're so good with your hands. your fingers, your mouth. you know just the right things to get him all squirmy - praising him when he's getting desperate towards the end.

his sense of shame nowhere to be found as he gets close to the edge. as you tip him over it, he can feel all the tension bleed out of him. goes from bitching, to whiny - needy and not above begging.

he doesn't even understand it. can't wrap his head around it all the way - lets you guide him through the feeling as he starts feeling pliant.

you let him fuck you with mercy. don't make him work for it, just sit on his cock and tell him that he looks so much better when he's all messed up for you and he just. melts completely. like feels like he's gonna fall through the floor.

he cries when he cums. sobs a little as he finally gets relief then melts into your bed like a pile of wet sand as you finish yourself off and overstimulate him a little in the process.

after all is said and done - he falls asleep basically immediately after the high.

when he wakes up the next day - you haven't left. he's like kind of nuzzled up in your arms (which. is wild bc he has always hated physical touch but? apparently not with you)

when you stir awake, you're immediately whistling. you even press a kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face.

"you awake? feel okay?" you hum, so stupidly tender and scaramouche has to fight every urge to push you away.

"im...fine. you're still here," he says unhelpfully. you chuckle.

"yeah. figured you would start spiraling if i left in the middle of the night"

he is horrified at the accuracy.

"it's weird when you're being all...nice to me,"

"its a lot easier since i realize you just wanted to be put in your place," you say with a knowing him. scaramouche elbows you "it's cute, it's cute. don't kill me,"

"you're annoying,"

"yeah, i know. i wiped you down a bit but we should shower and i gotta make sure you're not too hurt anywhere,"

"i'm not a flower,"

"i was bein' pretty rough and its my job to take care of you,"

"why would that be your job?"

"cause im a responsible sexual partner and we're seeing each other, i figure?"

he flushes at the implication. he doesn't want to think about it as he cuddles himself into your side. ugh. whatever.

"who said that?"

"do you want me to see other people?"

"i'll kill you,"

"that's what i thought,"

scaramouche hates it but does not have the confidence to protest you.

scaramouche realizes with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he is the most submissive brat in the fucking world

he decides not to think about it for a while

[kaiser1ns]

KIKI KIKI i have a questionnnnn what is ur favorite thing about chika??

NYX MY LOVE , sorry for the delay but here we go !!! this is going to be like a selfship post but anyway enjoy :3

one of my favourite things about him is his eyes — the color and the form. i can stare at them all day and observe the way he expresses his emotions with only just a look: they widen when he is excited, narrow when he is sceptical, when he looks away showing disinterest.

especially love it when his eyes go big and he just stands there with no thoughts in his brain, looking like a cute small kitten.

of course, you would have guessed it ... his arms !!! i don't even have to talk about it, just know that once i get him to hold me, i am not leaving his embrace and he doesn't have a choice letting me go either. i'm also kinda tall, slightly above the average, 168cm (5'6") and chika is 183cm (6'0") so it's gonna be so much easier when we hug or kiss. wrapping my arms around his waist, while he hugs my shoulders. hugs !! from !! behind !! where he wraps his toned arms around my chest and i can feel his heartbeat, resting his head on top of my head or me hugging him from behind, my arms wrapping arous his waist while my head rests on his back. he doesn't have to bend much just to lean slightly forward while i tilt my head up and then steal a kiss.

next is his jaw ! i just found it so attractive for some reason, it's not too sharp just perfect. it's actually a little embarrassing talking about things i found attractive in fictional men because i do find them appealing in real men. neck/collarbone/jaw kisses are a must ! just appreciating every part of him and showing it in kisses, so many kisses!

i have a little bit of a long nails so it's really calming for me when i trace all over his arms, squeezing the soft flesh, scratching it, feeling his muscles tightening... i think he will love receiving massages, and good for him because i have magical hands, gonna make him relax because for someone who looks calm, he is very tense! don't worry baby, i got ya ♡

next his lips, those soft lips, that i can kiss every day and night ♡ tiptoeing to reach his beautiful and soft face, cupping his cheeks with my hands and leaving a loving kiss. kissing his neck if standing close together, as the height difference is literally perfect. surprising him with a quick peck on the lips or cheek by pulling him down by his collar or reaching up. when he smiles, oh my that smile im melting, blushing and giggling because he is just so cute i could nom nom him. i will always nom nom chika !

i'm not done with his arms. play !! fights !! one of my love languages is physical affection and i also tend to show my love by hitting and biting. so i launch at him with all my might, fists flying, slaps landing with sharp snaps. he barely flinches, effortlessly twists out of my grips. i go harder, twisting his arm back, and he responds with just enough force to match me, never more. i know he could easily overpower me, but he’s learned where the line is—never crossing it. i taught him well. play fighting with chika is my favorite time ♡

okay but his fashion sense, im stealing his wardrobe, all of it !!! he dresses so nice i would like to wear his clothes all the time, oh my god his shirt would probably be slightly oversized and i will use them as pajamas. mmm, yes we are the dress to impress couple, hitting pose 28 !!!

LAST BUT NOT LEAST his amazing and pretty long hair. i don't like men with long hair, but there are exceptions like chika, my pretty princess. i bet its so soft and fluffy, running my hands through it will be like me playing with clouds. playing with hid hair would calm me down in seconds, even making me fall asleep on the spot. occasionally dying the yellow tips again almost turning myself into a minion with those yellow painted hands. i love his hair and the style he has it (please bae don't cut it, i will love you no matter what but please dont)

OVERALL I JUST LOVE CHIKA, ALL OF HIM. he climbed the ranks to be one of my favorite characters faster than anyone, so he set a new record !!

(please someone get me a boyfriend because im so lonely and the way i cope is by liking and obsessing over fictional characters, thank you!)

[isaackuo]

What did Wilzig know and how?

So, I'm pretty sure Wilzig died not knowing Lucy's first name. Therefore, he deduced her name from the fact that her goal is to rescue her father, who was taken by Moldaver.

I guess he had some sort of communication with Moldaver, or possibly simply heard about Moldaver and her crew taking Overseer MacLean through the area. I'm guessing Ma June did NOT see or hear about Hank MacLean being dragged through the area, given her reaction to Lucy.

So that just leaves Wilzig's unusual knowledge of Vault 33 in general. I don't think that's something he would have randomly learned from Moldaver. Even if Moldaver were bizarrely talkative with Wilzig, there's no way she could have observed that the projections were images of Nebraska specifically.

I guess Wilzig had information about Vault 33, and presumably other vaults also, from his time in The Enclave or before?

[phantarein]

#phantawrites: see no devil

It's one of my OC projects, so I'm going to start putting progress in the form of little bits :)

It's mainly about a romance between a famous singer who has many secrets and a bartender who has a big heart! Maybe even a polycule as time goes on hehe

Here is what I got so far! It's 4k words ↓

For Dante, the night was his solace, where all inhibitions were thrown away and people's true selves came out.

The bar he works in became his sanctuary, where he can observe the intricate dance of human emotion unfold. Being a bartender was entertaining, where no one would pay him any mind and maybe have a small chat over drinks, besides, nobody questioned why he was wearing a mask.

It was perfect.

Tonight was a normal night, he was just making small talk and serving drinks, nothing special.

"Hm~ This place is lively, don't you think?"

Dante glanced up from pouring a drink, his eyes meeting with those of a white-haired man. He recognized him immediately, Luz Morningstar, the famous singer... he stood there with an enigmatic smile, the dim lights making him look almost ethereal.

"Uh, yeah. It's always buzzing around here." Dante replied with a calm and collected voice, despite being an anxious wreck on the inside, being masked did wonders.

Seeing him so close, he could feel Luz's presence was magnetic as if he was being drawn in.

Luz leaned against the bar, his gaze fixed on Dante. "I've seen you here before, haven't I? You're the one who always wears the mask. It's an interesting choice for a bartender."

Dante chuckled, which betrayed his usual shyness. "Yeah, I guess it's just my thing. Adds a bit of mystery to the atmosphere, you know?"

Luz's lips curled into a sly grin. "Mystery can be intriguing." His voice was like music to his ears, making his heart skip a beat.

As the night progressed Luz kept him company. The mysterious aura surrounding Dante seemed to be a magnet for Luz, who was weirdly drawn to the other man.

Dante had no problem enticing the singer even more, he was usually reserved and introverted, however thanks to his mask he was able to get an unspoken connection with Luz. 

"So... when does your shift end?" Luz's melodic voice echoed through his head, knowing where this could lead.

"In around 15 minutes, why?" He fiddled with some glasses, unsure about the sudden question.

"Hm~ Maybe we could... talk more somewhere else?" Dante gulps, well, maybe this once...

-

Dante feels warm and happy, he had a great dream. He brings his body pillow even closer.

"Hehe, are you usually that much of a cuddler?" He hears someone talk, but, he lives alone... Suddenly he remembers everything that happened last night. Had they really-?

"Um, uh, good morning." He detaches himself from Luz and tries his best not to look awkward, however, he notices he doesn't have his mask on.

"You are so cute, you know that? Despite looking so cute you're a complete beast in bed... I must admit it was one of my best nights." Luz gets up, only wearing one of his oversized shirts. "Hm~ What do you want for breakfast?

"Um, breakfast?" Dante nervously looks at his surroundings, searching for a way to conceal his face. He finds his trusty face mask on the floor, along with all his clothes.

"Mhm, I've been told my pancakes are amazing. I have quite the sweet tooth you see." Luz just stared at him while he dressed, a lazy smile on his face. "So... I can cook for you if you'd let me."

Now with his mask (and clothes) on he regains the little confidence he had. And without thinking he just replied. "Yeah! Sure, I haven't eaten pancakes in so long." 

"Ha ha, then don't mind me." And Luz walks out of the room and into the kitchen with an oversized blouse.

Dante, realizing his situation, just sits in silence.

Not only had he fucked a big celebrity, but he had also made that celebrity cook for him like they were... something.

Still, it didn't appear to be a bad thing. Luz himself looked quite content. But you know what they say about popularity, it gets over your head. So for him, this probably was just a fling and nothing more. Right?

-

It's been a month.

Luz has yet to go back to his apartment.

And the worst thing is that he didn't mind. Dante wasn't sure what to call their relationship. 

Luz cooked for him. They slept together and even watched movies in their free time. 

Just what was going on between them?

"Hey, Dante~" Luz entered his room (their room?) and threw himself into the bed, hugging Dante from behind. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Um... pizza sounds good." Now used to Luz's touch, Dante relaxed and hugged his pillow.

"Anything else you want?" Luz snuggled closer, wrapping his legs around Dante's waist.

"No, I'm fine." Dante tried his best to concentrate on his book.

"Then... What about some dessert?" He felt Luz's hands snake his way toward his waistband.

Dante quickly closed his book and turned to face the white-haired man, a blush creeping on his face.

"W-wait, are you asking for"

"Yeah, sex. Is that okay with you? Of course, if you don't want to we can just-"

"N-no! It's okay!" Dante stuttered, a bit surprised at his sudden boldness. "But, could you give me some time to prepare?"

"Ha ha, sure, baby. Take your time." Luz got up and went into the kitchen.

-

As Dante showered, he continued to ponder on his relationship with Luz. He... liked him, liked him a lot. He could even call it "love".

He didn't know him for long, but some part of him yearned to be close to him, it was as if he was bewitched. It felt like a dream to have Luz in his home, he made it a home.

He already got so used to him in his house, that he brought life into his boring world.

But good things don't last.

-

Once he got out of the shower he was pleasantly surprised with a heavenly scent. Luz had somehow finished cooking, just how long did his shower take...?

He sneaks behind the singer and hugs him. "Hi"

Luz giggles. "Hi there~ Are you using the watermelon shampoo? It smells so good." He detaches himself from Luz and starts helping with the table.

-

Luz grabbed Dante's shirt, taking it off in a hurry.

Dante kissed Luz deeper, slowly making his way to his neck. Luz gasped when Dante bit down.

"Babe~ You're so needy today." He moaned as he felt Dante's tongue lick his skin.

"Can't help it, I can't have my fill of you-" He suddenly was interrupted by a loud noise in the living room. They both looked at each other with shock, just what could it be...?

Dante quickly got up. It probably was the wind, or maybe even a ghost—nothing to worry about.

He didn't expect to see a man in his living room... with a bat.

His heart sunk, adrenaline filling his veins. However, Luz got in front of him with an uncharacteristic cold expression.

"Cass." He sighs. "Explain."

The man (Cass?) drops the bat. "Morningstar, It's a pleasure to see you. It's not like you completely disappeared after going to a bar alone. Do you know just how worried I was?"

"I don't have the patience to deal with your bullshit right now. Why are you here?" He glared at the man, a cold feeling creeping on his body.

"Boss sent me, he was worried about your little escapade and wanted me to bring you back."

“Worried? Ha ha, I just can’t deal with this.” He sighs. “Alright, I’ll go. Give me a minute.” Luz said while he went to the bedroom.

Cass looked at Dante with a blank expression.

"Um, sorry, do you know each other?" Dante asked.

"Unfortunately." He deadpanned. "Who are you anyway?"

"Oh! My name's Dante, and..."

"I'm Castiel."

"Nice to meet you, I guess?" He fidgeted with his shirt, still unsure of the situation.

"Sorry to ruin your day, Dante. You two had a lovely evening, huh? I don't get why that snake is so charmed by you..."

Castiel gets closer to him. It felt like he was looking straight at his soul. "Hm, well, I should get going. It was nice meeting you."

He walks away and meets up with Luz. He whispers something, which Dante is unable to hear.

-

Dante was at work in the bar again.

He was alone and didn’t want to be bothered.

He thought he was in love.

It could be one-sided.

He should've known.

People like him didn't deserve love or happiness.

Suddenly, a man approaches. It was Nico.

"Hey, man! I couldn't contact you for so long, what happened? You left me on read for like, a month or so, why didn't you text back?" Nico was a friend he made in college, they were very close. 

"Oh... Nico, sorry, I've been busy." He wasn't in the mood to talk to the ball of sunshine that Nico was.

"Too busy? That's it? C'mon dude, I'm your friend and friends should help each other out!" He took a sip from his drink. "Hey, I can't keep pestering you here. I can tell you're not in a good mood. Want to talk about it over drinks?"

"Sure. Just give me a second." Dante served him another drink and then started pouring himself some whiskey. He shouldn't drink on the job but... it's fine.

He takes a long sip and looks at Nico.

-

"So... you've been fucking Morningstar, huh?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"I can't believe this... You're dating Luz Morningstar. Like, the Luz Morningstar! The singer!" Nico's excitement was palpable, it felt like his eyes would pop out.

"I wouldn't call it 'dating'" Dante looks at his whiskey like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You don't call living with someone for a month 'dating'?! Spending as much time together as possible? You're insane, man!" He then took a shot. "Man... I can't believe this! You have to tell me everything! From the moment you met, the things he does, how is his dick-"

"Hey! Not so loud!" Dante exclaims.  "No, I mean, yeah, we were fucking, but..." He sighed. "We aren't a couple."

"Really? Hmm, that's a surprise. From the looks of it, you're head over heels for him."

"Yeah, but, he has his own life and-"

"Are you dumb?!" Nico's sudden outburst took him by surprise.

"Um, what...?"

"You have the chance to be with the world's most celebrity and yet you're not sure if you're a couple. You're a fucking idiot!"

"W-wait, no. Don't call me that. Besides, you're wrong." He tried to explain himself but, maybe he was a bit of an idiot.

"Nope! I'm not letting this pass! Now, let's plan!"

-

It was 3 AM and Dante was drunk.

They had spent the whole night talking about him, about his relationship, and how Nico would help him.

Dante's phone started ringing.

"Who would call you at this hour?" Nico asked.

"Hm, I don't know, maybe it's Luz."

"Oooh, then answer!"

He quickly answers with the hope that it may be him.

"Hello? Dante?" He could hear the sing-song tone of Luz, which made his heart skip a beat. "Are you at work?"

"Uh- yeah, yeah" He tried his best not to slur his words, however, he was quite tipsy. "Where are you?"

"Hm, are you... drunk? At work?" 

"Noooo, no. I'm fine." Dante was lying through his teeth, he had no idea what was happening.

"Right. Where are you?"

"Uh, The Black Dahlia"

"Hm, stay there. I'll pick you up."

"Oh, sure. See you, I love y-"

"Yeah, I love you too. See you there, babe."

He hangs up.

"Was that him?!"

“Mm, yeah.”

"You two are so sweet! I can't wait to meet him, you gotta introduce us!"

They spent the next few minutes chatting, Nico telling stories about his childhood, and Dante trying to pay attention.

He was too dizzy to think properly.

Suddenly, the doors open and Luz walks in.

"Dante!" He approaches them and from the corner of his eye, he can see Nico visibly sweat "Oh dear- Are you ok? I'll go ask your boss to let you leave for tonight..."

"Mhm, sure. Hey, Luz."

"Yes, Dante?"

"You look gorgeous."

"I know. Thanks, babe."

Luz went to the office probably to talk to his boss, meanwhile, Nico was staring at him.

"Oh my god, he's even hotter in real life!"

"Hah, I know, right?"

"I'm so jealous of you."

“Well… we don’t know each other too well. I’m not even sure what our relationship is… I only know superficial stuff, like how he loves sweets and is a cuddle monster.”

Dante didn't notice, but Luz was already next to him.

"Hm, a cuddle monster? Interesting."

"Uh-" He was flustered, the alcohol wasn't helping either.

"Anyways~ Let's go home. Your boss said it was A-OK!" He said before noticing Nico. "Oh? Didn't see you there, who might you be?"

"I'm Nico! Nice to meet you!" Nico shook his hand enthusiastically. "It's an honor to meet you."

"Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. I'll give you a little something..."

Luz gave Nico his autograph and a few tickets before they started walking to the exit.

"Dante, I'll drive us home, you can sleep."

-

Dante woke up with a horrible headache, he felt like this was happening too much lately. He should cut off from drinking for a bit.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. I've made breakfast."

Dante groans, still half asleep. "What time is it?"

"9 AM, you should eat. Here."

"Thanks."

Dante notices Luz’s phone lights up with a notification, it is from someone called Cass… wait, Cass? Wasn't he…

“By the way, who was the man that came here the other day?” Dante asks, expecting the worst.

“Oh him? He's Castiel, he's technically my guard, but we have a much deeper relationship” Luz said nonchalantly, then he realized something. “OH! We aren't dating or anything, but we do things couples do sometimes. It's an unlabeled game of cat and mouse, I’m pretty sure he hates my guts.” He then sighs. “I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier.”

Dante looked at him in silence. He was not expecting this.

"I'm sorry, I know it was selfish of me. I just-"

"Don't worry, it's fine. I understand." Dante smiled and grabbed Luz's hands. "I like you, Luz. You don't have to explain yourself, I'm just happy to be with you."

"R-really? You don't know how happy this makes me." He pauses "I want you to meet him, properly, I mean. Not like the other day."

"...Why was he carrying a bat?"

"Huh… why was he carrying a bat?"

-

"Hello, Dante, nice to see you again."

"Same here."

Castiel stares at him, a stoic look on his face. "Morningstar, I'm assuming everything went well."

"Yeah, yeah, all good. Anyways, Cass, I wanted to introduce you to him. Properly."

"You're saying it like you want my blessings for your marriage."

"Ha ha, don't be silly” Luz then says in a cheery voice.

"Yeah, you better not. Because I want to be your first." Castiel then grabs Luz's hand in his. "I want to be the first ring in your hand." 

Luz starts maniacally laughing, and between coughs he mumbles, "There's no way you just said that, you're so gross." He then looks at him with loving eyes. "I'll remember that, you just made a deal with the Devil."

Dante was feeling like the awkward third wheel, but still quite embarrassed at the PDA.

"Anywho, you two, please take a seat, I'll get something to eat." He went to the kitchen, leaving them both alone.

There was complete silence in the apartment.

Should he break the ice?

"Um-"

"So-”

They stare at each other, and Castiel makes him a sign to go first.

"Sorry." Dante fidgets a bit. "So, how did you and Luz meet?"

"I wanted to ask you the same." Castiel then looks at the wall, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "He's a complete disaster, without me he wouldn't be able to even get out of bed, did you know he still sleeps with the lights on? It's either that or he just sleeps with someone to keep him company." He sighs and looks at him sternly. "You don't know him, at all, so don't even think you are in my level. You're just another fun toy for him to fool around with, he'll always come back to me. Just to me."

Dante could feel that this was a threat, but... "I don't care, I don't care that this could be just a temporary thing, you do not get to act like he's your property, he's a person." He feels the anger dissipating from himself, but now he realizes his mistake in saying that out loud.

Dante closes his eyes in the fear that he'll get physically harmed, but, shockingly he didn't get his face punched, not even a slap. Instead, he could hear Castiel laughing.

"Hah, good one. Like I haven't heard that before." Then, Luz appears from the corner with some plates full of food. "Hey, Morningstar. For how long will you keep this lie?" Said Castiel smugly.

Luz freezes in place at the question. "Whatever do you mean?" Then sighs. "Don't tell me you're trying to make him run away, too." He sits beside Dante and starts eating, completely ignoring the mood.

"You know, about how you are-"

Luz casts him a deadly glance, clearly pissed. Castiel suddenly shuts up and looks to the side. "I don't see how that is relevant, it sure doesn't matter to you."

Dante was sweating, the awkward tension made him just want to crawl out of his body. "As long as it doesn't hurt anyone I don't mind... Any kind of secret he may have..." He muttered.

"See? You scared him already. If you keep being this overprotective jealous man then I won't let you sleep with me." Luz was already the same as always, and the tension finally lightened. Even Castiel seemed to be in a better mood, although less talkative.

And so, they eat in peace.

-

After he left Luz's house he couldn't help but feel a little off. What kind of secret could Luz be hiding? He was about to text him, but before he did he saw that someone was calling him.

"Hello?" 

"Dante! Dante! Listen to me, I just got an interview for a backup dancer position!" Nico rambled excitedly. "And you won't believe for who!"

"Oh wow, that's super good, Nico, you'll do great!" He was happy for his friend, being a dancer was a hard job, as it wasn't viewed as something you could go into expecting lots of payment. "Who are you dancing with?"

"Luz Morningstar! I can't fucking believe it!" 

"Wait what? Luz?" They hadn't talked that much since the visit with Castiel, since Luz had to go on some sort of trip to visit his parents. But why did he choose Nico? He hoped it was for his skill and not any kind of connection or favor the singer wanted to repay.

"Yes! We met once when you weren't home, and he liked my dancing so much that he got me a spot on the audition, and guess what! He chose me!" Nico was over the moon, and despite being in a rough patch with Luz, he felt happy for Nico too.

He sighs. “That’s great, Dante. I hope he doesn’t overwork you.”

“Of course not, dude! If anything, it would be an honor!” 

“You’re weird.” He laughs, “Don’t let others step over you, you deserve everything nice.”

“Aww, same to you! Anyway- I gotta go practice my butt off! I gotta be in the best shape for work! See you.”

“See you.”

He looks at his phone as the call ends, debating what to do now. If he texted Luz would he look too obsessive? He shouldn’t get his hopes up, it seemed that the end of this beautiful relationship was soon after all.

With a sour expression, he went to the nearest grocery shop.

-

Even going to work felt like a complete disaster, a bunch of drunk people wasn’t a good combination for a broken heart. He tries to keep his mind off of things, but he has to confront the situation eventually. Castiel was his main issue, it was clear they didn’t like each other and were dating the same man. However, neither of them even had confirmation that they were dating Luz, he simply didn’t like labels like that.

It was fine, it wasn’t fine. He wasn’t sure what to think.

It was around 3 AM when he saw his phone light up, he expected it to be just one of his rhythm games telling him his energy was full, but instead, he saw a message from Luz.

‘Home rn, plz come asap’ the text said. It was a weird text, as Luz didn’t tend to use acronyms or not send a full paragraph for each text.

Then that must mean things had come to an end.

His stomach ties itself up to a knot, the feeling of bile rising upon his throat didn’t make things better. Despite not being the most emotional man, he still felt a little apprehensive to the notion of responding. He was afraid.

Mustering up his courage, he texts back, ‘Sure, see you.”

Dante just hoped things would end peacefully.

-

What he didn’t expect was coming to a complete wreck of his home.

The shelves were thrown off, trinkets and books adorning the floor. But what disturbed him the most was the blood-like substance making a trail in his living room.

“Hello?!” He calls out, being afraid of whatever may still be in his apartment. Looking around, he notices that the bat Castiel had brought a long time ago was still near the entrance, he takes it, praying that he won’t have to use it.

Dante follows the trail of blood, the droplets ending at his closed bedroom door. 

Full of adrenaline, he opens the door. The sight was something he wished he had never seen.

Luz was on the bed, surrounded by the bedsheets. But what was the most noticeable was the blood staining the white sheets. Whimpering, Luz twitches in his place but doesn’t get out of his cocoon.

“Luz?! Luz, what happened?!” Dante drops the bat and immediately goes up to the other man. He takes the covers off of his face and notices a blank stare on him, he doesn’t seem in pain, he doesn’t seem like anything. But after recognizing that it was Dante his mouth twitches to a smile.

“Dante~ Dante~ It’s you. Have I told you you look like an angel? Yes, you are my guardian angel.”

“What are you talking about?! What happened, who did this to you?! Are you hur-”

“Shh, hug me.” He grabbed Dante and pushed him on top of himself. Squeezing tightly at the other man. “It’s all fine.”

“Luz…” Dante tries to get out of the other’s hold, he needs to check the source of the blood. He couldn’t handle the thought that Luz had been hurt, or even worse, about to die. “Let me at least check your wounds… Please.”

“Hmm-? Why do you want to see my body? Oh well, my body is yours, so go ahead~” He lets his arms go limp and just lets Dante do his thing.

Dante took this sign as being allowed to check, so he lifted Luz’s shirt, encountering…

Marks, scars, wounds, wounds that weren’t there before. He had seen Luz without a shirt before, he had a few tattoos but aside from that he had never seen these kinds of scars. Not all of them looked fresh, but he could see that there were some burns, even rope burns, and lots of cuts from a sharp object… This wasn’t just a normal assault, it was torture.

“Luz…” Dante was about to cry, he couldn’t handle seeing the man who made him so happy during this short time so hurt. “Let me see your back, and then we’ll start covering these wounds.” He did his best to even his breathing, Luz didn’t seem in pain, but the scars looked so awful, there was no way they didn’t hurt. 

The back was even worse, he could see that the majority of the scars were healed, but god… They were made from a whip. Dante couldn’t help but let the tears stream down.

Just what kind of suffering had Luz gone through? Since when? These kinds of questions just made him want to protect Luz, to never let him be in pain again. He sobs and sobs. Luz notices the change in mood and immediately goes to hug him.

[toadslug]

New Iterators just dropped 🔥🔥 Only two of them are new, but I haven't introduced the other one yet, so I'll do that here! More under the cut:

This is Whirling Ellipse ("Ellipse" or "WE" for short)! She was my first Iterator OC, so she has a special place in my heart 🥺💖 She's playful, talkative, and very friendly, but her deteriorating systems have caused to act more loopy and spontaneous (than usual). She experiences frequent memory lapses, and her communications are shaky. Oh, and her arms fell off... oops. A grumpy Slugcat named The Salvager (who I should also probably make a post about) occasionally pops in to supply her with new parts.

Onto the new Iterators!! This Idle Speculations ("Specs" or "IE" for short); she's the youngest member of the local group. Her can is situated over a desert region, and she's far away from the other Iterators (even her own local group). She's rude, brisk, always annoyed, and easily frustrated... so! Kind of an asshole. It's always the short people istg 🙄

She pretends to like being alone, but she secretly appreciates company. She also seems to be the only Iterator who has caught onto DWOE's recent suspicious behavior...

This is Two Masquerades ("Masquerades" or "TM" for short)! They're slightly older than Ellipse. They're elegant and kind of keep to themselves (they don't mind the other Iterators; they're just very focused on their work). They're super into fashion and love designing clothing. The Ancients of their city would frequently wear their designs. Now that their Ancients are gone, Masquerades has moved onto designing clothes for the local fauna. Do the creatures appreciate it? Not really. But Masquerades thinks lizards look cute in tiny hats.

I'm going to work on fleshing these guys out some more! Thinking about adding one of two more Iterators to the group, but I have no character ideas right now lol. Feel free to check out my Toyhouse if you want lore updates and stuff. I also made a isolated drawing of DWOE (non-possessed yipeee!!!):

Actually, I don't think I've ever gone into his character here...? So I'll do a little of that right now:

Dulcet Warble of Evening was the senior of his local group. He was calm, thoughtful, and rational; his Ancients and other Iterators frequently went to him for advice or consoling. He always prioritized his duties as an Iterator, but he had a greater love for nature. He liked observing wildlife through his Overseers. He started working on a way to detach from his arm so he could explore the world and discover new species, but he never achieved that :( Now he's possessed LOL 🤣🤣

[skybristle]

19 + 23

since u didn't specify i'll do whoever first comes to mind with the question

19 - Does your iterator know who Sliver of Straw is? If so, what do they think of her?

sparks: i think it's interesting because she's basically the only iterator in bh who's still really commited to the great problem after mass ascension [starlight and ash were pretty diligent too but broke off after the ancients left].

it's mainly out of *needing* something to do to distract herself from the pain and the itchiness in her expanded structure. and she's always been a Very innovative and unique thinker, she is genuinely somehwat famous for pioneering a lot of methods and etc that iterators use while iterating. always coming up with new things, always thinking. and i think thats kind of a manifestation of how desprate she is to be free of her pain and escape. she needs out of this can she needs out of this body and it all hurts and she needs *out*, she needs ascension, she needs to leave all this pain behind. if only there was a perfect string of code to execute to do so. and that's exactly what sliver found.

sparks probably WAS one of the people combing through her remains, desprately, desprately trying to find something. as cycles passed and nobody found anything conclusive and that flare of hope began to die.

i honestly think that hopelessness and that denial of an escape and sparks beginning to realize oh god this might all be for nothing and i might never find a way out is what slowly begins her spiral into wrath and eventual violence in an attempt to make it stop hurting.

oops i just talked about sparks. i love you sliver of straw go make my girl worse

23 - When using overseers, what is your iterator's favorite thing to watch/look at?

chimes: there's a slugcat colony near his can he fucking LOVES watching. just. watching them do their thing. the colony trusts him and doesnt' mind him around so his overseers are even allowed to see The Tiniest Babies and yes chimes exlodes into tears every time. theyre so little. So microscopic and weenie. Single celled ass organisms like those really fucked up baby kittens. he just really appreciates their way of life and in a way his relationship with them reminds him of that with his citizens who he misses dearly and used to spend much of his time observing and helping. his overseers also probably act similar to the tutorial one in that it tries to help slugcats find food, warn them of danger or approaching rain, etc etc. he archives and catalougues a lot of the slugcats and their victories and liniages, just as he once would for the citizens of chorus. the local colony is actually quite developed since they refuse to 'leave chimes behind' [as they believe his immobility is something like a disability]

he also does like scavs though they just don't enter his can so he hasn't gotten as close to them. finds their soceities interesting to observe though....

[ghostlycoze]

i am askng about your rw ocs :eyes:

:eyes back:

you have blessed me by giving me the opportunity to ramble about these little idiots thank you very much >:D

claps hands together

So!

The lore of Ever Changing Fates is a total mess rn but it's very fun to just kind of mess with

I kinda like throwing ideas out there and just bouncing off people and seeing what they come up with lmao

The general deal is:

Fates is a newer generation iterator, probably around the same age as Pebbles. Long after the Ancients vanished, he kind of just went.

"Fuck it. Fuck all of this, I hate all of this. I hate being in a damn cage, look at that weird little cat. It looks happy. Why can't that be me? I wanna be a carefree little creature. >:(" (but in a more lighthearted joking way, as he always is.)

And then immediately proceeded to hatch the most unhinged plan and experimentation process ever.

As a result, his local group......... wasn't impressed. (I will detail more about his group later!)

He did not take the discouragement and lack of support well, and ended up isolating himself to continue his work without their constant messages trying to convince him to stop.

This totally didn't have lasting affects. Totally.

He succeeded, he managed to make alterations like the ear-like antennae casing (used to protect the fragile antennae, as well as used for communication and bonding with the scugs), and the tail (for storage of neurons and whatever else he may need).

Those went well. The removal from his can...... less so. (I do have some rough sketches of it, but I may leave it as a little surprise if I ever get around to writing a comic or little drawings as responses to asks maybe?)

Needless to say, as energetic and bouncy as this little guy is, he has some secrets he's hiding. And he probably needs to rest and take care of himself far more than he would like to admit

Lucky for him, he has his two scugs to take care of him!

They were originally designed as messengers, both with skills based on stealth to allow them to travel back and forth without having to worry about fighting predators much.

The white scug, inspired by white lizards, was created first; though after an injury, Fates created another to help; the black scug.

After seeing how dangerous the path was, he designed the black scug after a mole lizard to help it work best in a new path through the darker regions of his local area, which seemed to be less inhabited. It worked well!

And, after detaching from his can, the two sort of just became guards for him.

(They don't have names yet, but I'm slowly working on it!! Suggestions are totally welcome lol. I'm thinking "Light Refracted, Countless Hues" for the white scug? Not sure for the black scug though)

Aaand not only that, but there is another companion who joins Fates on his adventures!

So this is Silent Observation (a prototype design of them at the moment), an iterator oc my friend actually made!

For some info on them, Silent is an iterator who was not part of Fates' group, but a neighbouring one. Fates stumbled upon their can, and managed to convince them to join him. Silent isn't great at resisting curiosity.

Silent is an interesting little character, who is almost always mute after their vocal systems were damaged by a group of scavengers who tried to take over their can. Silent often uses overseers to communicate simple messages, and can still make little beeps and humming noises, but not much else. They CAN talk, and

sometimes do, though it is quite painful and tends to break and skip over itself. So, they usually let chatty Fates do the talking.

And yes. Gay robots. They're lovers and we've dubbed their little ship name as clairvoyance (yknow, perceiving (observing) the future (fate)? credit to my friend for that great name idea!)

So yeah, after Fates vanished, chaos ensued— is he dead? Is he alive? Is he hurt? Where is he???

And then the sightings began. Clusters of slugcats, rushing by. One always slightly taller than the rest, built slightly differently—with garments, clothing. Purple, in green robes.

It couldn't be...

Yeah, he became a cryptid. The talk of the town, if you will. I'm sure Unparalelled Innocence was LOVING the gossip.

Especially when reports of a second creature joined; antennae, familiar robes, familiar markings.

Imagine someone suddenly sprouts wings, teaches one other person to sprout wings, and then starts flying around in front of you.

Naturally, absolute chaos. It was like Sliver of Straw's death all over again—but instead of it being about death, ascension, it was about the opposite. Life, descension, yet freedom.

Groups were divided; Those who believed it was them, and they had found a way to free themselves. Those who did not believe it was them, but it was something to be concerned about, to investigate. And those who did not believe it was anything of note at all.

(Note: this is set in a sort of AU where they find a way to slow Pebbles' rot, to stabilize Moon to a certain degree, and the group is talking again but still. Not doing the best, panicking and trying to find ways to help the two. Fates' big background-event could be the lightbulb above one of their heads to suggest the idea of tearing Pebbles and Moon from their cans to save them from their own dying bodies. Thanks, Fates lol

This AU doesn't focus on the main group much, more just my OCs. However the idea of them interacting is very fun, and I'm sure Fates' actions reach back to the main group and begin an off-the-string streak or at least have some kind of big effects lmao)

But yeah! That's a not-so-quick rundown of the beginning of this little group's adventures. I'll probably share more and detail how their lives go, how their relationship is and dynamics and certain scenes I've written about them—if I receive more asks maybe I could even try a little interactive thing I've seen others do (though I am. not much of an artist so we'll have to see lol). Regardless, I am so grateful for the excuse to talk about them a bit and I'll probably add some more on the others in Fates' group later on >:)

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hi, if it wont take up too much of your time, could i get a match up for obey me?

i'm 20, male (trans), and unlabled in terms of sexuality though i am fine dating any gender.

personality: I am usually very nervous and quiet when I first meet people, (which a lot of my friends call me emo for 😭) but if I do get to know people I become much more friendly and often make a lot of jokes, though i will always be slightly introverted and shy. however, I am kind and show sympathy and empathy regularly, especially when people need it. I have an issue with sort of acting 'head empty' around my friends, but i do trust that i am mature and have strong ambitions for the future. I often don't discuss this with others as the people i'm surrounded by mostly only like me when i'm funny and stuff. i'm not sure if this is more personality or physical, but I also have times were i don't talk a lot. I can get cold and snappy if people irritate me too much, but am usually quite patient.

I can made judgements on people's characters and get their personality down very quickly, and if i do not like them, I will try keep a distance. however, i can sense when people are using coldness or harshness to hide problems and will either try stick around and subtly help them or make sure they're doing well from a distance. I don't like overly energetic and spontaneous people as i get tired and burnt out easily, and often prefer doing less chaotic activities though I do enjoy watching others do stupid stuff.

I'm an intp-t.

physically: I am 163 cm and 52 kg (so basically i have the build of a malnourished child in a charity ad). I am also chinese, so i carry some ethnic features from there. I have relatively short black hair and pale-ish skin. I have a multiple scars and bruises on my arms, legs and elbows which have come from completely random causes, and also some sh issues. I usually wear oversized sweaters and t-shirts with silly goofy cool prints on them. because i'm ftm, I still have female genitals, though i am on testosterone and blockers for the last two years. planning on getting top surgery soon.

hobbies: swimming, baking, cello, aquascaping, botany, chemistry, taekwondo, marine biology, reading, philosophy, drawing.

other-

I have ADD, ASD, and MDD . currently being medicated for major depression, but it's going badly 💀 also had issues with anger and eating disorders in the past but they've gotten a lot better over the years!

I have a higher iq than most but i forgot the exact number

I have daddy issues so naturally my taste in men is immensely fucked up

I don't have much time on my hands due to being in uni, being in a state/national swim team and a strings orchestra, but if i had a partner i would do my best to try spend as much time with them as possible.

I give love through physical touch and gift giving mostly.

I have a dog, but i had to leave him with my parents when I went to uni :( planning to get a cat one day i love cats sm ughhh

I'm not very used to physical touch or words of affection but I do like it a lot!

Thank you so much for your time! Have a good day :))

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchup!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Lucifer is a good balance for you. He’s physical enough without being overwhelming, and quietly supportive.

He’s very observant so he can tell when you want physical affection or words of affection, as well as when you need a break from any displays of affection and will adjust his advances accordingly.

Lucifer’s not excessive with his words of affection. He’d rather let his actions convey his fondness for you. But since he knows you like words of affection, he’ll do his best.

No need to worry about him being overly energetic. I don’t think we’ve ever seen Lucifer “energetic” unless he’s under a spell or someone else is in his body. That’s just not who he is.

His brothers on the other hand…Lucifer knows you’re not fond of people who bounce off the walls every other second so he’ll try to keep his brothers under control. But there’s only so much one demon can do.

Loves listening to you play the cello. He enjoys classical music and finds any little imperfections in your playing simply add character to the song.

[autumnbrambleagain]

Yhelm p11 - readmore for full

Day fourteen.

Day fourteen of Drizzle's stay in Flyhhnemonia, day fourteen of constant, non-stop rains. A few dozen degrees ago--not that anyone could even see Ardet-Argent to measure the angle of time anymore--but a few dozen degrees ago, Princess Flyhh, Heir of Love and Indulgence, one of the creators of reality itself, had finally acted.

Outside was wild, now. A once-in-a-lifetime thing. Princess Flyhh had exercised some great secret of her divine nature. The rain still fell, but in deference to Flyhh's mastery of the world, it did not land. Or more, the raindrops were missing everything they aimed at. They missed the people who walked dry through the sheets of downpour. They missed the buildings. They missed the ground. On her way here, as far as Yhelm could tell, the rain just sort of… disappeared, right when it was about to hit anything.

This was one of those rare moments that everyone, surely, would remember for the rest of their lives, and Yhelm was far too distracted to even enjoy it. She thought that was the worst part of it, really. Whenever, decades from now, whenever anyone talked about the time it never stopped raining, about the time Princess Flyhh changed how rain worked for a day, all she'd have was "Yeah I was going through some stuff then, kinda distracted."

Afternoon Sale, the tall, lace-draped knicknack, was teetering on a single stilt-like foot over Yhelm's head.

"Most people seem to be outside playing in the rain," Afternoon Sale said. "The silly things are merely observing the transient work of a god, when they could be in here, instead, savoring a god's sacred craft with every intimate crevasse of their tongue!"

"Can you actually taste coffee?" Yhelm asked.

"Prim'ent Machato, can I taste coffee! Can I taste coffee! I do not taste coffee, I experience it on levels the mortal mind would not even comprehend. I would need to invent six new words for my six coffee-specific senses that allow me to understand the true nuances of coffee in ways that poor mortals such as yourself can only percieve the shadows of! Taste it indeed!"

Yhelm bite a laugh trying to break out of her muzzle. "You're really leaning into the heir of coffee role today."

Afternoon Sale threw a dramatic, oversized hand to her dainty face and mock-swooned. "Well I must entertain myself somehow! We're practically dead today. As for you! You!" She pointed accusingly at Yhelm. Yhelm just leaned back in her seat and watched. "You are waiting for someone. But no, not one of your regular companions… you are waiting for… someone new, isn't it? You're bringing someone new to me! Ah! Tell me my prognostications are correct and I will develop even greater love for you!"

"Yeah," Yhelm said. "All devotees should turn new worshippers to their god, shouldn't they?"

"You Jayce, but speak red all the same," Afternoon Sale chortled. "Meadoe but provide they arrive timely."

Corbis was a guild miniboss, being summoned by one of his subordinates, of course he'd show up when he damn well pleased, which ended up being who-knows-how-late. In he finally strutted, not walked but outright strutted, wearing tightly buttoned layers of red and browns that clung sleek to his lean runner's body, on all fours with boots and sleeves that went all the way up.

He threw himself into the seat opposite Yhelm with his perfect graceful lack of grace. Tossed his elbow onto the table, and let his head fall onto his paw, making a show of being half asleep. "Sup," he said.

On Hartlight's Ribbon Yhelm wasn't letting this display of sheer Style go unchallenged. Hooking her hoof around the leg of the table, she leaned back in her chair, tottering at dangerous angles, arms crossed, eyelids lowered behind her glasses. "Hey." Don't ever try to out-Style a daughter of Bad Boy.

Corbis' eyes glanced around the dark coffee shop. "Weird place, but all right."

"You haven't met the weird yet," Yhelm said.

Afternoon Sale arrived immediately as Yhelm said that. "Well well well this is a new one! I am sensing: workplace acquaintance! But no, I taste a seedier undercurrent, something deeper beneath the surface… oh my, oh my how scandalous!" Afternoon Sale covered her little pointed face with her thick lace fingers, leaving only beady little glass eyes staring down. "You are more than just workplace acquaintances aren't you! Well it is not to me to judge! You are both young and in the primes of your lives! It is merely mine to provide you with the coffee your soul needs, not to judge it!"

Corbis' eyes slid from Afternoon Sale to Yhelm with a sort of "What the fuck" kind of look, his Stylish composure completely broken. Hah. Yhelm'd won. One of the reasons she had him come here. Second reason was that Afternoon Sale's coffee was so damn good.

"Corbis, Afternoon Sale. Afternoon Sale, this is my--boss, sure. Manager. Whatever he wants to call himself."

"Call myself Corbis most of the time," he said.

"You," Afternoon Sale pointed a finger down at Corbis, "will have, oh, let me guess, let me understand. Oh, really, a liquor-tea, this early in the day? And with a bravan leaf! You do not yet know that you want that minty flavor, but when you have your first sip you will understand the depths of my craft! And Yhelm! I believe… something less bitter than usual, isn't it? Yes, with sugar even, I can see it in how the skin around your eyes holds itself, you are in need of some relief from dark matters! Well! I will go prepare your prescriptions and leave you to your business!"

Corbis mouthed silent confusion as Afternoon Sale spun her way around tables and chairs and to the mass of coffee preparation devices that waited for her touch.

"Yeah she does that," Yhelm said. "I'm not sure if it's knicknack whimsy or if she has some actual Knowing-element power or something. I've honestly never had better coffee though."

"She's a knicknack, though," Corbis said. "What does she know about taste?"

"I'm to understand she has six coffee-specific senses that allow her to experience the nuances of coffee in ways we cannot understand. You'll get it when she brings it out."

Corbis lifted his head lazily off his paw, twisting his wrist with an audible pop. "Speaking of bringing out, why are you bringing me up here for? Is this a date? Normally people go on dates before they start fucking. We going backwards?"

Yhelm huffed. "This isn't a date. I wanted to talk, and I didn't want to do it in your bedroom."

"What's wrong with my bedroom?"

"There's no seats."

"There's a bed."

Yhelm sharpened her eyes. "Yes. Exactly. And I need your mind out of the bedroom."

"Pfft. You know I can have more than just Flyhh's ass on my mind right? What's up?"

She let her chair back down onto all fours. Resting her entire shoulder against the rough stucco wall. And sighed. "You've been in the business a long time, right?"

"You're doing it uh," Corbis paused to think, "roundabout," and twirled his finger in the air to give the words more context. "That's not what you really wanna ask. I've been inside you we don't gotta play coy."

Yhelm grimaced. It was a full tongue-out grimace, like she had a bad taste sensation come over her. "You don't gotta say it like that so bluntly."

"Yeah but I'm asking you to say what's on your mind bluntly."

Blunt. She could be blunt, fine. "Don't you think what happened with Lastsong was fucked up?"

Corbis shrugged. It wasn't even a very committal shrug, it was the laziest shrug Yhelm had ever seen. One of his shoulders barely moved. "I mean, gaitsbird, you know? You beat a gaitsbird at a game enough times sometimes they snap."

"I meant what happened to her. After."

Corbis' big, gold eyes stared at Yhelm, holding time in place for a long, suspended moment. "She almost killed a guy. She got almost-killed herself. That's not fucked up, that's fair. That's as fair as you can get."

"She was locked in a room--"

"Okay, I get it," Corbis said, that irreverent, cocky bravado dropping and a more reluctant maturity poking its head out, eyes blinking, so unaccustomed to the light. "That's why you're asking how long I've been in the business. Because college girl can't deal with the realities of guild life now that she's had to get her hands a bit dirty."

Yhelm's lips raised in a wordless growl that she directed away to the floor. She couldn't be that angry if he was right.

"So guess I can answer the first question then. You know who my dad is, right?"

Yhelm shook her head.

"That might as well be Belham Pio. I was given up real early. Pio took me in, raised me up in the life. So yeah, I'm the person to ask about this. Lemme guess. College girl is used to golden justice, criminal gets to sit in a cell eating dry bread for a year and then they're let out, problem solved right?"

"I guess?" Yhelm admitted.

"The guilds are old, Yhelm. And this is an ooooold city. All this, these lawizards, these courts, that's all extra stuff Aiax tossed on top of Law. You know that? Primal Law's a lot more simple. It's the reason the scale of justice is a sub-symbol of Law's antler. Direct balance. Catharsis." Yhelm hid her surprise Corbis knew that word and could pronounce it right. "The aggrieved party is tendered resolution directly upon the offending party." That was a lot more big words than she thought Corbis could use, wow. What was happening. "Big golden justice gives you, well, the system did its job, hurray for the system, which is great for people the system doesn't fuck. But most of us guild, we're poor-ass cobblepounders. Not even the Is give a damn when a background H-lights. We can't all afford the big lawizards. We can't afford the keys to the doors to get around golden justice. Gold's pricey, college girl, and red's the real color of Law anyway."

… this was all supremely more well thought-out than Yhelm had, had ever even expected Corbis of being capable of. Corbis was usually yelling or posturing and while he was sometimes right he was never articulately right.

"We throw Lastsong to gold justice and the people she hurt, they just sit there and assume price's paid. Trust in a system that ain't even theirs to do it for them? She comes out a year later a few actions proscribed and what, she's still walking around, you assume she got hers but do you know? Anger's still there. Clear it through tables, and now everyone's squared. It's a problem of abstraction, and we cut through it to the red, hard. Lastsong'll be fine in time. Pyrene, gallowc she fived on, she's quiet under Argent well knowing Lastsong got hers. Feud's done. Gold justice works if you let everyone be a rational actor, but you can rescue a princess if you think you'll keep her."

Yhelm shook her head. The basis of academagic was treating reality as a work of fiction. A spell was just a literary essay debating one aspect of it, manipulating it, reframing it. Academages by their very nature had to keep their minds open to new arguments, or their magic didn't work. As a professional academage Yhelm should allow Corbis' argument to stand on its own merits instead of just brushing it aside with a sweep of her emotions. "It's fucked up," but she did it anyway.

Corbis scratched at his chin thoughtfully. "Let's say someone kills Madrigal. Just, doesn't like them being a phanteasel, whatever. Stabs them in the streets, blood cold on the dirt. You find out about it, you're upset, you're angry. Rose Knights collect the killer. Give him a jail cell. Felicity and Falina lock him down so he can't attack anyone anymore. He's let out a year later. Harmless now, the officials say. Learned his lesson. You pass him in the street. Think he survives walking past you?"

"I--"

"Because you're still angry, you didn't get a single paw in on the deal. Someone else did it. You're taking it at someone else's word he's been punished. You didn't see it, you didn't know it, you're full Figments on it, does he survive walking past you."

This wasn't a fun thought experiment. "Probably not."

"Law can't just paint something red and call it red. You have to dye that cloth so it won't flake the moment Drizzle shows up, speak of the lunar," Corbis added a gesture out the window, where the rain fell silently on the dry city. "How long you been guild?"

"A few years?" Yhelm ventured. She hated when Corbis had the better footing than her. "It's hard to say when I exactly--"

"By the Captain I know I've sent you out to rough people up sometimes. You've stolen shit. You've gotten in a few fights. Why this one?"

"Because of how clinical it was!" Yhelm said, forcefully, finally having an actual opening! "Because when I rough people up it's drunks at the gambling loops or people stealing from the guild, or, or! We aren't--we're not the good guys but we're not the bad guys either. I--I thought we weren't the bad guys."

Corbis' eyebrows raised, slowly, showed no signs of stopping until they reached his antlers. "You're wearing a traditional Bad Boy jacket. You worship a literal god named Bad Boy."

"What do you know about adversaries," Yhelm growled.

"I know I might as well've been born one," Corbis growled back. "Freepeople weren't born with a destiny but we sure can inherit it. I inherited Bad Boy's. I try not to be a villain but if guild life's too rough for college girl Trackless built a big old world."

Afternoon Sale, at that exact moment, arrived with coffee. Yhelm's was a burnt, deep orange this time, rather than the usual Void-black. Corbis' was almost clear, faintly green-blue, with a single, multi-bladed leaf floating at the top. It was enough of a distraction the argument fell apart between them as they blew on their cups and sipped their drinks.

Yhelm's was sweet. Vaguely cinnamon. Hint of citrus aftertaste, more in the nose than the tongue. Bitterness and sweet fought in her mouth and neither was winning. Corbis looked suspicious of the leaf but after two sips he'd downed half his cup already.

"This isn't coffee," Corbis laughed. "This is like, a tea--"

Afternoon Sale Yhelm-swore-to-Aiax full-on teleported behind Corbis she moved so fast. "It is in fact made with a glass cultivar that has very little bitter flavor but retains ample caffiene quantities, mixed in equal measure with salaja imported from the Rebant colonies. The bravan leaf denies the more acidic taste of the salaja liquor and grants it a minty kick! It is a very sophisticated blend and also has an inordinately high alcohol content, mitigated by the small cup size. Tell me you do not like it, I challenge you to this very thing."

Corbis shook his head. "Dad taught me never take a bet you've already lost."

"A very wise man to have a very wise saying, and moreso wise are you to use it!" Afternoon Sale said. Satisfied in another conquest, she traipsed about to the next set of customers in need of her expertise.

"It's funny," Yhelm started over, "how it works like that. I was born into a freeperson's life. I choose adversary. I say 'chose,' I'd argue being yourself isn't a choice, but, all the same. You're a freeperson, but you were born adversary. It's a curious parallel. I think I should like you less than I do, but for it. You're an abrasive dick half the time--"

"Oh," Corbis interrupted, smiling, "oh you love that about me though. You choose every time to get into fights with me and goad me on. It feeds your duldge, Fig me not."

Yhelm rolled her eyes dramatically enough that Corbis could see it in the dimmer light.

Corbis' drink was already near-empty. The leaf sat at the bottom, a thin layer of green coffee swirling atop it as he gestured with his cup. "So what is all this, you're doubting your life in the guild now?"

"I've been reconnecting with my family lately. And I had--something of a talk with the Arbitrator. And she--I guess she made me feel bad about some of this? I guess?"

"… shit, okay, I see where this is," Corbis said. He drank the last of his coffee and ate the leaf right out of the cup, grimaced at the mint overload, and forced himself to finish it anyway. "You're not looking to go straight, are you? You got reminded some of the bad parts of the life you need me to remind you of the good, that's it, right? You want me to talk you out of quitting."

Yhelm answered with a drag of her coffee.

"Well, okay, here's the baculum of it. I'm gonna give it to you, nice and peeled."

"Ugh."

Corbis waved away her disgust. "If you really liked college you'd be there. Having your paper fights in the greenlight. But that's polite and fake and you know it. It's fake and you're an adversary. Guild is real. You don't have to fucking, wear six masks and swap 'em out depending on who you're talking to. You got a problem in the workplace you don't, I don't know, have to worry about your grant money and your advisors and whatever they have in college. You don't sit there and go, humdeedledee. Fuck I don't know how publishing works but you aren't arguing with your, what do you greenlights get, magic editors? Publishers? You're an adversary. You have a problem you fix it. Someone disrespects you they pay for it. People don't respect you 'cause a piece of paper you bought, they respect you because you have power. And you have power. And all of that is how an adversary wants to live. You can trust me in that, because with all the freedom Meadoe gave me I choose to be her boyfriend's child instead. And now here's the real good stuff, the top shelf I'm holding out on, I'm gonna reach on up and take it down just for you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Most of the guild is just poor people trying to fucking survive this mess Flyhh dumped us into. And we ain't Apat, we ain't building a party-dome to die in, when a guild in good standing's in trouble, needs something, we play the heroes the Rose Knights pretend they are. That's really why you're guild, cutie. Because you're a hardcore servant-in-the-biblical-sense. You don't have to play games with anyone. And now and then you get to do some good too. So. Dad has me go around to retired guilders who did enough guildshare for a lifetime. Drop off their pension. Make sure they're alive and healthy. Keep them from getting lonely. So you'll be taking that over for me for a bit. How's that sound?"

Yhelm finished the last of her coffee. There was a thin, too-sweet sludge at the bottom of the cup she licked up in a single slurp. It made her fur stand up and it was great. "You want me to go keep old people company."

"Aiax's folly Yhelm you're complaining you had to see something too rough to sleep through and I'm offering you some feel-good work. Take it."

"I will. Thank you. You're not the worst boss, Corbis."

"You're not the most useless enforcer I have to babysit," he said gracefully.

Yhelm spun her cup on its plate, by the handle, in counter-clockwise circles. "You know, I honestly didn't expect you to be so well thought-out."

"Pfft. I'm the boss. You think I can get away with just shouting a lot I have to know what things are." The smirky grin so well worn into Corbis' face eroded a moment. "You ever read Murmur's writings?"

"Murmur. You mean Figments' Servant, Murmur?"

"A person as a fixed crystal."

"Since when the fuck do you know phil--" Yhelm started, and then considered what Murmur, Servant of Figments and God of Philosophy, had actually written 5,000 years ago, and stopped. "We appear differently to different people because of the angle they approach us from and how their own structure reflects light onto us."

Corbis pointed at her with a 'I got you' look. "I have to be in charge. And you have to be full of stupid ideas and go around fucking up all the time. So I have to yell at you and be an ass. I don't think life's so complicated you have to spend your whole life sitting around thinking about it, but that doesn't mean I haven't done my thinking on it already either. Come at me from an angle other than bratty know-it-all college-girl-turned-thug I can give you other angles of me too."

Purely because it would be an appropriate and useful way to delay responding, Yhelm wished she had more coffee to sip. "That's fair. I think I prefer this angle over the Corbis who makes me wait for him to finish jerking off before he tells me what my job for the day is."

"Oh that's too bad, college girl, that Corbis you're gonna see from every angle. Can't help it. Just how your light reflects onto me, you know? That's my way of saying you're too hot to help it."

Yhelm sunk in her chair. "We've fucked already, dude. You can stop hitting on me."

"Unless I'm not trying to get you to fuck me," Corbis said, leaning over, "but just trying to make you miserable, 'cause it's funny to me."

"Sonofabitch."

"And you make it so easy, too!"

[ferromagnetiic]

Deranged Warlord

Indisputable was the fact that the Worst Generation took the world by storm. With their ever-growing reputation also came ever-growing opportunities, some which they had TAKEN, and some which they had IGNORED. Law could’ve been back by his side already if he wasn’t still a rebellious child, Kid had been smart and joined the Underworld to observe and interact with those that decided fates of many, Mugiwara had been an unpredictable illogical force that seemed to attract people and authorities.  Despite different routes taken, these ex-rookies were howling at the beasts before them. Doflamingo had found it rather AMUSING. Seeing WORMS squirm and try to defeat those far above them was a rare spectacle. ( Oh, how they’d struggle before death came knocking. ) As someone who kept the reigns on the Beasts and kept the tides at bay, it was more than intriguing to watch those who attempted the opposite. Hence the sudden visit. Driven by nothing else but a desire to see whether there was any VALUE in the fear-striking pawn of small crews and civilians, it was an opportunity to measure and decide whether there was FUTURE for the red-haired pirate. Whether he was of any USE.

The question and the tone were completely IGNORED, as Doflamingo had no need to entertain such queries. He was a GOD, he answered to NO ONE, and he indulged people whenever he felt like it. ❝ Being in Mugiwara’s shadow must feel nice. He’s all the people talk about. World Government included. ❞ He had just entered the New World and had already declared war on Big Mom, putting all of his rivals in the DUST. ❝ What have you done so far? ❞

Actively seeking out the Supernova Captain and trespassing on his ship with the sole intention of provoking him for kicks seemed like a pretty extravagant theory, but it was hard to tell with this one. Doflamingo never moved in a way that could be readily predicted; he was as eccentric as they came, and took the world in his own oversized, deliberately accentuated strides. It didn't seem particularly likely that he came here without a purpose, but then again, Kid also wouldn't be entirely surprised if that were the case. From all the information he had gathered on him, his verdict was definitive: The man was nuts. Really nuts. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, but regardless of intent, he wanted him off his damn ship as fast as possible. He'd had more than enough of being dragged into shitty faux alliances that ended up being a lot more trouble than they were worth. Fuscia bird-man over here was no exception.

Kid audibly hisses through his teeth, evidently affected by the taunt. Most, if not all attempts at irking him were successful.

❝ You come all this way just to start something? Guess you got a lot of spare time on your hands lately, don't ya? ❞

His shoulders are squared under his own crimson feather coat, and his darkening glare is unwelcoming.

❝ Whatever you're here for, I ain't interested. Get the fuck off my ship; I don't need the Government's leftover trash wasting space on my deck. ❞