#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."

[jisungiesvzz]

Only When It's Quiet — Part 1

Yeosang x 9th member fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: an argument in the dance studio leads to something neither of you expected.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, tension?

Author's Note: Not sure how many parts this will have but I've written three parts so far. This first part might seem kinda choppy but I promise the next parts are wayyy better so please bear with me. Anywho, this isn't proofread but I hope you enjoy and let me know of any missed warnings.

The digital clock on the wall of the dance studio reads 1:42 AM. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but you were still here, frustration building with each failed attempt to get the choreography right. The mirrors that line the wall reflected your exhaustion back at you—hair sticking to your forehead, practice clothes damp with sweat, eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Again," you muttered to yourself, restarting the music.

The comeback was in two weeks, and while the others had already mastered the intricate footwork of the bridge section, you were still struggling. As the newest member, the pressure to prove yourself weighed heavily on you. Eight months since your debut with the group, and still you felt like you were fighting to show the company they made the right choice adding a ninth member to the already successful team.

The door creaked open just as you stumbled on a particularly complex transition. You caught yourself, but not before seeing Yeosang standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"You're still here," he said, his voice soft but carrying across the room.

You paused the music with a sigh. "I need to get this right."

Yeosang stepped into the studio, setting his bag down by the door. He was dressed casually in black sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt, his hair a little ruffled like he'd just woken up from a nap. "You've been at it for six hours. I watched you during practice today. You're overthinking it."

"Easy for you to say," you responded, unable to keep the slight edge from your voice. "You got it on your second try."

His lips quirked up slightly. "Fourth, actually. But who's counting?"

You grabbed your water bottle, taking a long drink to hide your frustration. Of all the members who could have caught you struggling, it had to be Yeosang—quiet, observant Yeosang who always seems to be watching you with those penetrating eyes.

"Let me help," he offered, stepping toward the center of the room.

"I don't need—"

"Yes, you do," he cut you off gently. "You're pushing too hard, let me help you."

You hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. He moved to stand beside you in front of the mirror.

"The problem is here," he demonstrated the transition, his movements fluid. "You're trying to shift your weight too quickly."

He stood behind you, hands hovering uncertainly near your shoulders before he placed them lightly on your arms. "May I?"

You nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of his proximity.

"It's about the flow," he explained, guiding your arms slowly through the motion. "Don't rush the moves."

His breath was warm against your ear as he counted the beats softly. "One... two... now transition... three... four..."

You followed his guidance, allowing him to direct your movements. There was something different about the way he was teaching you—not the technical instructions Hongjoong would give or the enthusiastic demonstrations San would offer, but something more intuitive, more patient.

"Again," he said, stepping back.

You tried the sequence once more, focusing on his advice. It still wasn't perfect, but it was better.

"See? You're getting it," he encouraged, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face.

You continued practicing together for another hour, the awkwardness between you gradually dissolving as you focused on the choreography. Yeosang was surprisingly talkative when it was just the two of you, offering little anecdotes about his own struggles with different dance moves.

"Remember that one move in 'Wonderland'?" he asked, demonstrating a complex turn. "I fell on my face so many times that Wooyoung started keeping count."

You laughed, the sound echoing in the empty studio. "How many times?"

"Seventeen," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "In one practice session.

—

By the time you finally mastered the sequence, it was past 3 AM. You collapsed onto the floor, breathless but triumphant.

"Thank you," you said, looking up at him. "You didn't have to stay."

Yeosang sat down beside you, leaning back on his hands. "I wanted to."

Something shifted in the air between you—a subtle change in the atmosphere that made your heart beat a little faster. You'd been group mates for months, but this was the first time you'd spent any significant time alone together. Yeosang had always been the most reserved member around you, and you'd just assumed he was still adjusting to having a new person in the group.

But now, in the quiet of the early morning, his guard seemed to have lowered. You noticed details you hadn't before—the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he genuinely smiled, the careful way he chose his words, the quiet confidence beneath his reserved persona.

"Why'd you come back to the studio so late?" you asked, curious.

He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. "Hongjoong mentioned you were still practicing. I thought you might want company."

"So you came to check on me?"

"Is that so strange?" he asked, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror.

You looked away first. "Just... didn't expect it from you."

His brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing," you said, suddenly feeling awkward about voicing your thoughts.

"No, I want to know," he insisted, his tone gentle but persistent.

You took a deep breath. "It's just that... you've always kept your distance. I figured you weren't that interested in getting to know me."

Yeosang looked surprised. "That's not true. I'm just... I take time with new people."

"Eight months is a long time to just observe someone from afar," you pointed out, trying to keep your tone light.

"Everyone connects differently," he said, his voice taking on a slightly defensive edge. "Just because I'm not instantly buddy-buddy with someone doesn't mean I don't care."

"I understand that," you said carefully. "But sometimes it just feels like you're... evaluating me. Like you're waiting to see if I measure up."

He frowned. "That's not it at all."

"Then what is it?" you asked, your voice so low you weren't sure he heard you. "Because most days I honestly can't tell if you even want me in the group."

Yeosang sat up straighter, looking taken aback. "Y/n, of course I want you in the group. You earned your place here."

"But?"

"There's no 'but,'" he said, though his expression suggested there was more he wasn't saying.

You pushed yourself to your feet, suddenly feeling the late hour and the exhaustion in your bones. "It's fine. We should probably head back. We have an early schedule tomorrow."

Yeosang stood as well, hesitating before speaking. "Look, I know I'm not the easiest person to read. But don't mistake my quietness for disapproval."

"It's hard not to when that's all I ever get from you," you admit.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "That's not fair. You haven't exactly tried to talk to me either."

The comment hit unexpectedly hard. You had tried—small conversations in the practice room, questions during group meals, attempts to include him when you were all hanging out. But each time, his responses were polite but brief, giving you little to work with.

"I have tried," you said quietly. "You just never seemed... interested."

"That's not—" he started, then stopped himself. After a moment, he continued more carefully. "Maybe we just have different ways of connecting. What looks like disinterest to you is just... me taking my time."

"Eight months," you repeated softly.

He looked at you for a long moment, something complicated passing through his expression. "Some things are worth being careful about," he finally said, his voice so low you almost missed it.

There was a weight to his words that you couldn't quite decipher, and before you could ask what he meant, he turned away, gathering his bag.

"We should go," he said, his voice returning to its usual measured tone. "You're right about the early schedule."

The brief connection you'd felt earlier had dissipated, replaced by a tension you didn't know how to break. You nodded, collecting your own things in silence.

As you headed for the door, Yeosang paused. "You did well today. With the choreography."

"Thanks to your help," you acknowledge.

He shook his head slightly. "You would have figured it out eventually. You always do."

It was a small compliment, but something in the way he said it made you wonder if there was more behind his words. Before you could dwell on it, he was already heading out the door, leaving you to follow in thoughtful silence.

Three days had passed since your late-night encounter with Yeosang in the dance studio. The tension between you had been palpable during group practices, though neither of you had mentioned what happened. You'd caught him looking at you several times, his expression unreadable, but he always glanced away when your eyes met.

It was a rare afternoon of downtime at the dorm. Most of the members were out—Wooyoung and San went shopping, Hongjoong and Mingi were at the studio working on new music, while Jongho and Yunho headed to the gym. Only Seonghwa remained, preparing a light meal in the kitchen when you had entered.

"Thirsty?" he asked, noticing the empty water bottle in your hand.

You nodded, heading to the refrigerator. "Yeah, dance practice took a lot out of me."

"Hongjoong pushes harder when comeback gets closer," Seonghwa said with an understanding smile, chopping vegetables. "How are you feeling about the choreography now?"

"Better," you admitted, filling your bottle from the filtered pitcher. "I finally got that transition in the bridge section."

Seonghwa hummed in approval. "I noticed. It looked smooth during practice."

You leaned against the counter, watching him work. There was something calming about his presence—his quiet efficiency, his gentle attentiveness. Of all the members, he was perhaps the most perceptive about group dynamics.

"Is everything okay with you and Yeosang?" he asked suddenly, eyes remaining on his task.

You nearly choked on your water. "What do you mean?"

Seonghwa shrugged lightly. "Just seems like something changed between you two recently."

"It's nothing," you said too quickly. "Just... professional differences about the choreography."

He gave you a look that clearly communicated he didn't believe you but was too polite to say so. "You know, Yeosang doesn't always express himself well, but he means well."

Before you could respond, footsteps sound in the hallway, and Yeosang appeared in the kitchen doorway. He was dressed casually in black sweatpants and a matching oversized hoodie, his hair slightly damp as if he'd just showered. He froze momentarily when he saw you, then nodded in greeting.

"Hey," he said quietly, his eyes flickering between you and Seonghwa.

"Perfect timing," Seonghwa said, wiping his hands on a towel. "I need to do laundry. Can you make sure the vegetables don't burn?"

Without waiting for an answer, he handed the spatula to Yeosang and gave you a meaningful look before slipping out of the kitchen, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

Yeosang moved to the stove, stirring the vegetables with careful attention. "He isn't very subtle," he finally said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You took another sip of your water. "Not really, no."

The kitchen fell silent again, save for the sizzling of the vegetables in the pan. You should leave—that would be the easier option—but something kept you rooted to the spot.

"About the other night," Yeosang began suddenly, his eyes fixed on the stove. "I wanted to—"

"It's fine," you interrupted. "We were both tired and frustrated."

He shook his head, finally looking up at you. "No, it's not fine. I said something unfair."

You set your water bottle down on the counter. "We both did."

"I've been thinking about what you said," he continued, turning the heat down on the stove before facing you fully. "About trying to talk to me. And you're right. You have tried."

The admission surprised you. "Yeosang—"

"Let me finish, please," he said softly. "I'm not good at this—at connecting quickly with people. I watch first, to try and understand who someone is before I let my guard down." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "But that doesn't mean I don't see the effort you've been making."

You took a step closer. "I shouldn't have said what I said. I know we have different ways of connecting with people — I know you try."

His eyes met yours, quiet relief evident in his expression. It was silent again, but not uncomfortable, something shifting in the air that you couldn't quite name.

Breaking the silence, you took a smaller, barely noticeable step forward, your voice quiet. "We're okay now?"

Instead of answering immediately, Yeosang reached for a dishcloth, wiping his hands slowly. "I want us to be more than okay."

Your heart beat faster at his words, at the unusual directness of his gaze. "W-what do you mean?"

He set the towel down and took a deliberate step toward you, close enough that you could smell the clean scent of his shampoo. "I think you know what I mean."

His proximity made your thoughts scatter. You'd never stood this close to him before, at least not without the excuse of choreography or crowded spaces. From this distance, you could see the way his lashes cast subtle shadows on his cheekbones.

"Yeosang," you began, but found you didn't know what to say next.

His hand lifted, hesitant, then gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering against your skin. The simple gesture sent warmth spreading through your body. His eyes dropped to your lips, and he leaned in slightly—

"We're back!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the dorm, followed by the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps.

Yeosang stepped back just as the kitchen suddenly filled with members, all talking at once. San dumped several shopping bags on the counter, narrowly missing your water bottle.

"You wouldn't believe the crowds today," he exclaimed, pulling out various snacks and treats. "Oh, is Seonghwa cooking?"

"He was," Yeosang said, regaining his composure faster than you but still seemingly flustered. "He left to go do laundry."

The rest of the members entered the kitchen, still discussing something about their day. Hongjoong stopped mid-sentence, noticing everyone in the kitchen. "Oh, hey. What's going on here?"

"Nothing," you said, perhaps too quickly. "Just getting water."

Yunho's phone dinged, gifting you momentary relief from Hongjoong's questioning gaze on you and Yeosang.

"Manager texted," Yunho announced as he checked the notification. "Schedule change. We need to be at the company building by 6 AM tomorrow."

A collective groan rose from the group.

"Six?" Wooyoung complained. "That's inhumane."

Seonghwa returned, phone in hand, looking at the gathering with surprise. "Oh, what did I miss?"

"Early morning tomorrow," Mingi sighed. "6 AM call time."

Seonghwa nodded, reclaiming his spot at the stove, quickly glancing at you. "I'll finish cooking for anyone who's hungry but everyone should rest up after."

"Yeah, I think I'll turn in early," Wooyoung yawned, earning sounds of agreement from the other members as they began to disperse.

You hovered uncertainly, caught between retreating to the sanctuary of your room and helping Seonghwa finish up.

Yeosang seemed to notice your contemplation. Hesitating for a moment, he shifted to stand next to you. "I'll finish helping Seonghwa clean up," he said, his voice laced with care you hadn't seen from him before. "You should get some rest."

"Are you sure? I don't mind—"

"Y/n," he gently cut you off, placing his hand over yours. "Get some rest. If not for you than for me."

Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the touch and his thoughtfulness. You simply nodded, giving him a thankful smile as you headed to your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Seonghwa hiding a small smile as he pretended to be absorbed in his cooking.

"Alright, one more time from the top!" Hongjoong called out, clapping his hands to gather everyone's attention.

It was the final rehearsal before your music show performance tomorrow, and despite the exhaustion evident on everyone's faces, the energy in the practice room remained high. You'd been at it for hours, perfecting every detail of the stage presentation.

"After this, we're done for the day," Seonghwa promised, passing out water bottles to the members sprawled across the floor.

You accept yours gratefully, taking a long drink as you watched Yeosang and Wooyoung discuss a particular transition in the corner. Since your conversation in the kitchen, your mind's been on non-stop, thinking about what could've happened if you weren't interrupted. Was anything even going to happen? Did you want something to happen?

"Places, everyone!" Hongjoong called out.

You took your position for the start of the choreography, focusing your mind on the task at hand. The music began, and you lost yourself in the familiar movements, the synchronized energy of the group moving as one.

Midway through the routine, disaster struck. Mingi was executing a powerful move and accidentally kicked over the water cooler in the corner of the room. Water gushed across the floor, creating an immediate hazard.

"Stop, stop!" Hongjoong shouted, quickly running to the speak to turn the music off.

But it was too late for San, who hit the puddle mid-spin and went down hard, sliding across the wet floor with a yelp of surprise. There was a moment of stunned silence before he burst into laughter, still sprawled dramatically on his back.

"I'm okay!" he announced, making no move to get up. "But I think I just invented a new dance move."

Hongjoong looked torn between concern and exasperation. "Anyone hurt?"

San sat up, shaking his head with a grin. "Just my pride."

"We should clean this up," Seonghwa said already looking for towels.

But before anyone could move, Jongho had a different idea. With a mischievous smile, he dipped his hand into the puddle and flicked water directly at Yunho's face.

"Yah!" Yunho exclaimed, wiping his face in shock. "You're dead!"

What happened next was pure chaos. Yunho lunged for the nearest water bottle, squeezing it to create a stream of water that arced toward Jongho but hit Wooyoung instead. Wooyoung shrieked, immediately retaliating by grabbing another bottle and joining the fray.

"Guys, please—" Hongjoong started, but even he couldn't maintain his serious leader persona when San, now fully committed to the water fight, doused him from behind.

You stood back, laughing at the ridiculous scene unfolding before you, until Yeosang appeared beside you with two water bottles.

"Don't even think about it," you warned, backing away.

His eyes sparkled with uncharacteristic mischief. "Think about what?"

"Yeosang—"

But before you could finish, he squirted water directly at your face. You gasped, wiping your eyes in disbelief.

"You're going to regret that," you playfully threatened, lunging for the bottle in his hand.

He dodged, surprisingly agile, his laughter echoing off the walls of the practice room. You'd never seen him this playful, this unguarded. It was a side of Yeosang few got to witness.

Around you, the water fight had escalated. Mingi was using his jacket as a shield, while Seonghwa, who initially tried to restore order, was now fully participating, chasing Wooyoung around the room with an empty water bottle threatening retaliation.

You finally cornered Yeosang against the mirrors, grabbing for his water bottle. In the struggle, you both slipped on the wet floor, and he caught you instinctively, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. Suddenly, you were face to face, breathless from laughter and exertion, water dripping from your hair onto his shoulders.

"Got you," you said softly, holding up the water bottle you managed to snatch from him.

His smile faded slightly, replaced by something more intense as he held your gaze. "Yeah, you did."

The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken words, until a large splash of water hit you both. You turned to see Hongjoong wielding an empty bucket, looking far too pleased with himself.

"If you can't beat them, join them," he declared with a shrug.

The water fight continued for another ten minutes before the reality of the mess you'd created started to sink in. The practice room floor was soaked, and all nine of you were drenched from head to toe.

"Our manager is going to kill us," Seonghwa observed, looking around at the disaster zone.

"Worth it," San declared, high-fiving Wooyoung.

You caught Yeosang's eye across the room, and he gave you a private smile that warmed you despite your wet clothes.

Later, as you were leaving the building together — the practice room officially cleaned up after all the chaos — Yeosang fell into step beside you. "So," he said casually, "I've been thinking."

"Dangerous," you teased.

He smiled, nudging your shoulder with his. "I was thinking we could grab coffee sometime. Just the two of us."

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. "Like... a date?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. Like a date."

You pretended to consider it seriously, though you already knew your answer. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"No water fights."

Yeosang laughed, the sound genuine and warm. "Deal."

Author's Note: scroll back to the top for the next part(s) :D

[shmowder]

okay I'm starting to understand The Focus and the Kains' supposed immortality a bit better now.

Their concept of immortality is built upon the belief that you are not you, but your memories. Every person is not their body, is not their mind, is not even their DNA.

What you are, is a collection of memories, of life experiences, of ideas, beliefs, and observations.

You are, especially, other people's memories of you. That's the stuff your soul is made out of.

You know the saying, even if someone dies, at least they'll always live on in your memories. The Kains took that literally

Imagine with me that we took all of these things about you, and suspended them in air.

In modern terms: copied them on a hard disk and stored them for safe keeping. Then when you eventually drop dead, we simply take that hard disk and slot it into an appropriate device—a biological human body. Just like a virus, you'll begin taking over that person and overwriting their being.

"The Focus" is the storage place. The hard disk itself. It's called that because you *focus* memories inside of it. The Polyhedron and Crucible are just oversized SD cards.

You Focus on your own memories of who you are, your own experiences, and they etch themselves into the wall. Likewise, other people can focus on their memories of you to help shape the stored version of you better. Since we're all different people depending on who's perceiving us, we need many perspectives; you're a different you with your mother than you are with your dog, etc.

But can any random human body do?

No. It heavily depends on the type of memories you stored, and the way in which you stored them. Much like your phone is unable to read a floppy disk.

Georgiy Kain describes a soul not as a phantom manifestation of the person, but more akin to music. Each soul is a melody. Some are a piano solo, other's a whole orchestra. The more complex and deceivingly subtle the melody is—the more life experiences and memories—the harder it will be to replicate and play.

Because they have no feasible way to access the music sheets of the melody that is your soul, they can only hope to reverse engineer it through repeated listening, studies, and educated guesses.

Orchestras require various specific musical instruments to work. To replicate a person's soul—which we have established is their memories—successfully, you'll need an appropriate instrument of a physical body.

So no, not just any human body would do. Much like a Clair de Lune is horrendous on a ukulele.

The Focus places don't just suspend the memories—the soul—in time, but play them as well. At all times. That melody must be actively played. The orchestra requirements of a specific instruments extends to the Focus as well, not just the hosting human body. The SD card must have its own RAM, CPU, cooling, and Motherboard. While a Graphics card hasn't been implemented in a Focus yet.

Artemy talking to a visible Isidor in P2 is actually just the abattoir acting as an accidental Focus with an implemented GPU; meaning the kin succeed in building what the Stamatins failed, In this essay I WILL

Ignore that forget it back to topic :)

Which is why not just any place can be a Focus, why the Polyhedron succeed where the Cathedral failed. This detail enables the Kains to talk to their "dead" relatives whose souls are in purgatory.

Why Maria can talk to Nina and Simon through sleep, why Victor can hear Nina at all times, why Georgiy can consult Simon.

I'm not sure why their abilities to contact the souls encased in the Focus varies in conditions—why can Nina speak through Victor to the player, but Maria has to sleep or journal to talk to her?—maybe it has something to do with who's the biggest contributor to the memory of the person; Victor knew Nina longer and better than Maira, Georgiy knew Simon longer and better than both of them.

Their immortality is not physical immortality, but that of the legacy and memories. As to why Simon was immune to all diseases and sickness, I think it's correlated to how your very own immune system has its own memory, if it learns how to defend against a sickness once, it will always be able to overcome it. It saves the instructions in its own database and makes copies of the white blood cells that previously worked the last time the sickness came knocking on its door. So by virtue of having a varied immune system database, Simon seems immune to all colds and sick throats.

He probably isn't even the original Simon; They're supposed to be twins yet Georgiy is 77 and the other is 200+ years old. So it could be that Simon was recalled from the Focus into the body of whoever Georgiy's twin was.

Think of it this way: there is a far away kingdom where apples are forbidden by issue of the king and queen. Maybe the prince is deathly allergic to it, maybe it's a religion thing, or maybe they just really really dislike apple pies.

But the people really love apples, in fact they believe life isn't worth living without apples.

So they pool their money and hire a bunch of scientists to find a solution around the issue. The scientists can't bring apples into the kingdom, so they look at another round fruit instead, oranges.

They take an orange, selectively breed it and chemically treat it until it tastes just like an apple!

But the people aren't satisfied, sure it tastes like an apple but it doesn't smell like an apple. It doesn't look like an apple, and its texture is not that of an apple.

So the scientists go back to the lab, they try again, with a pear this time around.

They selectively breed it into a round apple-like shape, they inject apple flavouring into it, and they dye its skin the most shiny red.

In fact, it looks so much like an apple post-treatment, that their test groups could never differentiate between it and the real thing. The people are rejoiced! Their apples are back!

And the king and queen can't find a fault in this loophole, and these new apples don't trigger the allergy reaction in their son, so they allow it!

An apple, is whatever other people's memories of an apple is.

This pear acts, looks, tastes, and smells exactly like how other people expect an apple to, then It might as well be an apple.

If a person walks, talks, behaves, and looks exactly like how other people expect Simon to, then it might as well be Simon Kain.

And that's how you fool death and become an Immortal.

You make a copy of yourself which will live, a version of you suspended in time that you'll update every single day by going into your own Focus. And when the time comes, you take a pear, and alter it into an apple. But it must be a pear, the closest relative to apples, otherwise you'll get an orange, that while tastes like an apple, makes the nastiest texture in apple pies.

[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.

— 016 is actually a bit of a baker amongst the Numbers. It was a hobby he indulged in recently when he found he had a bit of free time, and it had appealed to him because it required a lot of measurements and techniques that he — as a sniper — appreciated. It was a lot of trial and error for him since he literally had no idea what he was doing but he picked up the skill quickly and soon was making sweets from scratch that the Numbers frequently stole. He found that he doesn’t agree with having too much sugar in his desserts (hard to have much of a sweet tooth growing up in poverty) so he mainly makes desserts without much sugar, like shortbread.

— Ijin loves stargazing. He’s had the habit since he was a kid, constantly looking up since he knew he came from the sky when he was at the Camp. When he was on the run as a mercenary, he often turned to the stars to guide him when he didn’t have a map. When Major Kang found out Ijin liked stars he made sure to buff up on astronomy knowledge so he could teach him about constellations and such (Ijin never really got it which made him sulk). He thinks that something as beautiful as the night sky should simply be admired, not understood. It was the only thing that brought him peace when he was alone. He likes the silent beauty the stars can bring him; he can get lost staring at them for hours. It was a shame when he found out he can’t see them anymore thanks to Seoul’s light pollution, and it was one of the few things he missed when he was back in Grian.

[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

[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!)

[hidelias]

A bend in space-time Season 1 - [Chapter 6: A pain in the ass]

Chronological markers: this scene fits like a deleted scene from season 1 episode 2, around 32:25 (after Allison and Viktor's talk). TW : Addiction - Petty crimes - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Anxiety & anxiety attacks - (Child) captivity & confinement.

Additional note: I chose to always refer to Eliott's page character as Viktor, even while writing about season 1.

Suggested soundtrack : Paloma Faith - Never Tear Us Appart

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March 25, 2019 - 10h51 am

I tried to calm down in Diego's room, but my mind was a storm. I tried to wash away my anger in the cool water of the bathroom sink, but seeing Klaus's packet of 'chocolate' on the edge of the bathtub made me want to stomp on it. Instead, I finally went back downstairs for - yet - another coffee. Really, it's a good thing I bought several packs, because I can see that Five has already happily raided them.

Once again, I find myself sitting alone at the large wooden dining room table, waiting for the black nectar to run through the machine. This dimly lit room has become something of a refuge for me, since I've been staying at Hargreeves Mansion, perhaps because it's the one that feels most like home. Ironically, it's also the place where I'm most likely to run into someone.

Suddenly, there's a noise in the corridor. Light footsteps. Someone approaching. I stiffen in my chair, trying to regain my composure and hide the tumult of my emotions. Then I see him enter and I can immediately guess who he is: dark hair, oversized black jacket, shifty eyes. Viktor, whom I've never met before, his keys in his hand.

There's a moment of awkward silence, then he clears his throat and says to me:

"Hi. Um, I'm sorry, have you seen my music case? Black and gray. About the size of a briefcase." These very concrete words snap me back to reality. "Oh. Yes, I think I've seen it, next to the shopping bags over there".

I point to the spot by the fridge. I guess Viktor's heard of me by now, just like Five. So has everyone else. He expresses no surprise at finding me there. And looking for his sheet music has just calmed me down a great deal, as if everyday life had come back to me.

"I'm Rin," I say, and he nods. "I know you are. It's nice to meet you."

I don't know if he means it - I suspect he's used to putting on a poker face - but I can see him trying to smile. Then he rummages under the shopping bags, his hands a little shaky, and pulls out the case that was definitely there. He quickly inspects it. Clearly, for him, it's a precious object.

"Did you see anyone touch it?" "No, I didn't see anyone."

And given that all the bags were on it, nobody will probably have noticed. The coffee's finished brewing, and I get up to go to the machine. I take my now usual mug, stamped with the umbrella like the rest of the dishes. It looks like a nerdy collectible, which is somewhat ridiculous. Clearly, Reginal Hargreeves has never moved on.

"Would you like a coffee?" Viktor hesitates, while beginning to unpack his sheet music to check their condition, and finally nods. "Yes, thank you."

So I pull a second mug from the shelf, pour him a hearty glassful of the black liquid, and return to sit at the long table while he finally closes his case, reassured. His gaze meets mine briefly, and he frowns imperceptibly for a moment before saying:

"You already look exhausted after forty-eight hours".

It's not a question: it's an observation, and I let out a heavy sigh as Viktor takes his place opposite me, his sheet music on the adjacent chair. I sense him as someone whom life has made reserved, with decent social skills possibly damaged by a kind of loneliness.

"Yes… but it's nice to meet you too. Klaus talks about you from time to time".

Everything I know about Viktor I learned from Klaus and from the back cover of his book at the bookshop. He looks down into his coffee, thoughtful for a moment. Then, after a few seconds, he repeats, as if to himself:

"He talks about me from time to time…" I shrug. Having uttered Klaus's name has just brought back a shiver of anger. "Sometimes, yes. You know how he is, he doesn't say much about his life. But sometimes something comes out of the blue, especially when he's high. I think he admires your talent for music."

I don't know if Viktor has ever noticed how good music is for Klaus. Maybe it's the same for him, as it is for many people. Like coffee or other psychoactive substances, music acts directly on our nervous systems. By now, I feel Viktor is touched by my words, and when he speaks again, he's finally a little more assertive.

"I'm glad to hear it. He takes a sip of coffee and looks again at the wood of the table. "Are you a musician?"

There's curiosity in his voice this time, and I notice a certain sadness in his gestures. Even though I've only known him for a few moments, in some ways he reminds me of Klaus: a good soul who's pretty much screwed up, trying to protect himself behind walls. I can't help but blame their father. Now that the eulogy is over, I feel I'm allowed to think whatever I want about him again.

"I sing a little," I say only in all sincerity, "but I don't play any instruments. To be honest, my mother couldn't afford it and I don't know if I would have been able to. But I have a lot of admiration for people who can do that.

Five would no doubt joke that I'm into 'a different kind of string theory', and would overwhelm me with equations again. Viktor doesn't seem disappointed by this answer, even if he would have liked to find someone who shared his passion.

"It's already very good. I'm sure your voice is clear and fair". I laugh softly, as it amuses me that he can detect this simply by conversing. "I don't know. Basically, only Klaus and my shower curtain have ever heard it."

Viktor smiles, and I notice that I didn't feel any anger this time when I said Klaus's name.

"How did you and Klaus meet?"

I look at him, but his gaze doesn't stay in mine. I take a sip of coffee. How I met Klaus…

"That depends," I say. "There's the meeting he remembers… and the one he doesn't."

To be honest, I won't discuss the latter here. Besides, I don't think Viktor will be particularly surprised to hear that Klaus often forgets events. I inhale deeply.

"We met in police custody."

Perhaps this won't surprise Viktor either: I don't think he has any illusions about Klaus's acquaintances. I just hope he won't be too disappointed in me, as things were starting out rather well. He leans back against the back of his chair, somewhat uncomfortably.

"Oh. Um… Why were you in custody?"

His question is very cautious, and I feel I don't have to answer if I don't want to. But after all, Allison and Diego already know, and I have no particular reason to hide it from Viktor. And the answer is actually easier than it sounds.

"I don't even know what I'd stolen that day, or where I'd been taken. It happened all the time: we ended up meeting there regularly, he and I. And police custody, you know… it's the only place I can't teleport myself out of. It only makes things worse." I blink, and carry on, feeling Viktor's gaze on me. "I don't do that anymore. Not for ten years. Seriously, I don't do it anymore."

Viktor nods, clearly relieved. And I don't think he'll dig any deeper.

"What a mess", he whispers to himself, but with a kindness that relieves me. Deep down, he's right. And cautiously, he adds: "Are you… are you the one, visiting him in rehab?"

Oh. So Viktor knows that.

"Yes. When he's allowed to. It's far from my favorite place in the world. And sometimes… I don't even know he's been sent there. This time, for instance, I had no idea." I shake my head gently. "Even when he was diagnosed, he designated me as 'relatives' representative."

And none of the Hargreeves. By the way: I don't know if Viktor knows about his brother's diagnoses. But in any case, Klaus himself doesn't remember much either. Viktor's expression becomes noticeably softer, and I get a better-than-ever glimpse of the sensitivity beneath his silence.

"He's lucky he bumped into you. For quite some time, too, I'd say."

His sincerity is clear, but he quickly turns serious and hesitant again, half-hidden behind his mug of black coffee. As if contemplating whether or not to ask. And then finally, he seems to gather his courage, and asks:

"If you think you can tell me… do you then know if…" He pauses for a second, as if this question brings him back to himself. "Do… do you know what he's been diagnosed with?"

Now he looks at me with concerned eyes, and I stare back at him, all the while wondering if it's fair for me to talk about this instead of Klaus himself. However, he'd be incapable of telling something he can't remember, and I sense that Viktor means him anything but harm. I don't touch my coffee any more, just trace around the cup with my finger.

"Does the term 'chronic PTSD' mean anything to you?" Viktor listens to me in a focused way, and I can see that my words are echoing a certain way. "'Chronic PTSD'," he repeats, blinking. "That refers to some kind of trauma, doesn't it?" I meet his gaze then return to the wooden table. "It's… it stands for post-traumatic stress disorder. You know, doctors, they talk fast, so I didn't understand it all, but… you know how Klaus is."

Maybe there's no need for a long explanation. Even without knowing Klaus for ten years, one can easily sense his avoidance behaviors, his constant reminiscences of intrusive memories, as well as his obvious dissociative episodes. His agitation and delusional fragility, too. I rub my tired eyes.

"I don't know everything. But it's obvious that part of what hurt him… he has no choice but to relive it over and over again. The ghosts… they never stop haunting him, and neither do the memories. No matter how hard he tries to silence them".

Viktor just listened to me without moving at all, his expression serious and pained. I'm not sure I'm telling him anything new, but I can tell that hearing it from an outsider hits hard.

"I…" He hesitates, but finally decides to speak. "Maybe you should know too…"

I frown, as I see his breathing quicken somewhat. My attention is on him, like a tight rope. I know there's a lot I don't know about Klaus's past, even if bits and pieces of it have occasionally reached me in a fragmented way.

"Our father… when… when we were younger. He…" Boy, this sentence is off to a bad start. And I cross my hands under the table, as if to force myself to focus. "He used to give each of them… 'special training' sessions".

I immediately note that in this sentence, Viktor describes himself as a silent spectator, and this fact pains me as much as what I know I'm about to discover. I see him reach into his pocket and pull out a round tin, swallowing a pill without even taking a sip of coffee. He's struggling with his words now, as if his throat is too tight to let them go.

"Klaus's took place… in a mausoleum."

My eyebrows furrow. I appreciate his efforts, and keep quiet, so as not to close the fragile path that has opened up. He takes a deep breath.

"He would stay there for hours. Sometimes for days. With 'them'".

I look down at my knees. Unfortunately, for the fragments of memories collected over the course of troubled nights, I think I knew without ever having put it that way.

"He was locking him up?" Viktor looks at me above the darkness of his umbrella coffee cup, and his fingers are probably trembling a little despite the pill he's taken. "I believe so."

Several seconds pass, during which I simply can't produce a sound. Like Viktor, it's now me struggling to free my throat from the knot that has formed there. It doesn't matter if the intention was to push his power further, faster. What kind of human is capable of that?

"Fuck" is the only thing I manage to say.

Like a huge blow to my face, I regret having yelled at him earlier, and it's now Reginald Hargreeves that my anger is directed at. I told Klaus the other day that we'd had 'very different lives'. I had no idea how different. And I feel pretty bad about saying that to him.

"I'm sorry for all of you," I say, painfully.

Because the truth is, I also feel sorry for Viktor. I haven't read his book, I probably should have. I can imagine that growing up here as an 'ordinary' child was a different but terrible kind of curse. His wrist has no more tattoo than mine. And although he doesn't say anything, I can see that his expression has become firmer again. Perhaps he has no desire to inspire pity.

"We all have our problems," he says, "we just have to deal with them".

With different strategies and varying degrees of success. I nod, and we both silently drink our coffees again. Now I'm completely calm, almost too calm, and a form of resolution is growing in my mind. I look at Viktor again.

"Klaus… it doesn't change the fact that - sometimes - he can be a real dickhead".

And with those words, a smile stretches across my face, so much so that Viktor can easily see the affection nestled within my insult. He laughs softly, with a brittle breath, and approves.

"An absolute pain in the ass". His laughter fades into a sincere smile, and he finally sets curious eyes on me. "But you like him that way, don't you?" "Yes. And it's really too bad he doesn't remember how much I owe him".

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Notes:

It wasn't an easy chapter, but I think Viktor's personality is what helped me write it.

Even in ten years, there are still many things left unsaid between Klaus and Rin, simply because there are issues he cannot talk about, not deliberately anyway. I tried my best to respect the characters, including Rin. It wasn't easy, but I think this chapter is important.

Rin's last sentence is not insignificant. Could there be a mystery brewing jusst as coffee?

Any comment will make my day! ♡

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A bend in space-time, the masterlist :

- Season 1 (complete): Table of contents - Season 2 (complete): Table of contents - Season 3 (complete): Table of contents - Season 4 (in progress) : Table of contents

[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.