#a slightly smaller one dw

[captainshadowshifter]

Me just casually thinking about au worldbuilding and once again realising everything is linked

[yanyandam]

It's me again 😩 will you indulge me again?? Like a scenario where hanma realizes he's falling for you and how he deals with it (I'd imagine he wouldn't know how to handle it). I appreciate youu!! 💖

HIII dw i love getting requests. I did my best here, tbh i dont really know how he would DEAL with it but i just knew it'd be pretty random. BTW THIS IS PRETTY SHORTTT but i have a lot of projects ongoing

CALL THE 911, I THINK A GANGSTER JUST FELL IN LOVE- Hanma Shuji

For years now, you had known Hanma. Well, “known” was a strong word. You weren’t friends. You weren’t close. Hell, you weren’t even acquaintances. At best, you were just two people who happened to exist in the same city. But still, his presence was impossible to ignore. You were a rebellious girl, a troublemaker. You ran in the same streets he did, sometimes crossing paths with him in the tangled mess of Kabukicho’s underworld. A glance. A smirk. A shared laugh once, maybe twice. Nothing more, nothing less. Because at the end of the day, he was no one to you. Just another delinquent, just another street rat clawing his way through the filth of Tokyo’s underground. Just the Reaper of Kabukicho. A stray dog, like the rest of them.

—

Tonight was the autumn festival. The night was alive with color, lanterns swaying gently in the crisp autumn breeze, casting flickering shades of gold and red across the crowded festival grounds. The air smelled of grilled meat, soy sauce, and the sweet, burnt aroma of candied apples. Laughter mixed with the sound of taiko drums, the chaotic energy of the festival making the streets feel smaller, more cramped, more alive.

And Hanma? Hanma was fucking bored.

He walked through the crowd like a stray dog, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his loose pants, his sharp, lazy gaze scanning the sea of people with disinterest. He hadn’t even wanted to be here, but the idea of spending the night doing absolutely nothing had somehow seemed even worse. Besides, he was hungry, and he had exactly zero yen on him. So when he spotted you standing at one of the food stalls, dressed up like some old-school festival girl in a proper kimono, he saw an opportunity.

He smirked to himself, cracking his knuckles idly as he approached from behind, moving through the crowd like a shadow.

“Hey.” His voice, deep and smooth yet carrying that usual bored, detached tone, cut through the noise. You jumped. He watched with amusement as you turned sharply, your startled eyes widening before settling on him, a lanky, towering bastard who looked completely out of place amidst the festival-goers. His outfit? An absolute ‘fuck you’ to the entire concept of dressing appropriately. White t-shirt, simple pants, and flip-flops. Because why the hell would he care? He could’ve shown up in nothing but boxers and still not given a shit.

He barely acknowledged your reaction before his gaze dragged over your attire, eyes flicking up and down with something caught between amusement and mockery. “What the hell are you wearing? You look even more ridiculous than usual.” His words were calm, casual, and punctuated by that lazy smirk of his, like he was barely holding back laughter.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “It’s called being in the theme, Shuji.” The smirk dropped. His eyes darkened, and that lazy amusement in his face vanished in an instant, replaced by something sharper.

“You know, it’s pretty fucking rude to use my first name when we’re not even close.”

You grinned. "Okay then, Shuji." A sharp laugh burst out of him, an almost delighted glint flashing through his golden eyes before he clicked his tongue. “Shit, you really don’t give a fuck, huh?” He couldn’t say it didn’t amuse him. Ah, thank god you were a woman. Either way you’d already be in hell by now. Hanma leaned in slightly, towering over you with that ever-present smirk. His presence was suffocating, not in the romantic way, but in the way that made you feel like you had just cornered yourself into some kind of trap without even realizing it. He flicked a glance at the steaming food you had just bought, his stomach grumbling slightly. His lazy expression barely changed, but his intentions were clear. “Hey, buy me something.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You heard me. I’m starving. Gimme some food.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why the hell would I do that?”

He shrugged, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “‘Cause I asked nicely.”

“That wasn’t nice.”

He grinned, the kind of grin that made it impossible to tell whether he was actually amused or just thinking about how easy it’d be to fuck with you for the rest of the night. Then, without warning, he snatched the stick of dango straight from your hands, popping one of the sweet, sticky rice balls into his mouth before you could even react. “Oh wow, thanks. You’re so generous.”

Your jaw dropped. “You asshole!”

“What? You weren’t gonna finish it anyway.” You were. You absolutely were. But Hanma just kept chewing, acting as if stealing food was the most normal, natural thing in the world.

“You know, you could just do the smart thing and buy me my own.” He tilted his head, watching your expression with something smug. “Or, I could just start robbing every single thing you try to eat tonight. Your choice.”

You clenched your jaw, debating whether smacking the damn stick out of his hand would be worth the risk of starting some kind of festival brawl, although that would be synonym of suicide. But then, an idea. “Fine,” you said sweetly, reaching into your sleeve. Hanma’s smirk grew as he watched you pull out your wallet. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” And then you threw a single, shiny five-yen coin at his chest. It bounced off uselessly, landing on the ground between his feet.

Hanma slowly looked down at the coin.

Then, back up at you. For a moment, you swore you saw something absolutely feral flicker behind his eyes.

Oh!

He laughed. Loud. The kind of laugh that turned a few festival-goers’ heads, that made people uneasy, as if they had just heard something they shouldn’t have. “You’ve got a fucking death wish, huh?”

You smiled sweetly. "Guess I do."

If Hanma was bored before, he sure as hell wasn’t now. The night was no longer about scamming free food or passing the time, it was about you. About seeing how far he could push you, how much of his shit you’d tolerate before snapping, how much trouble you’d let him drag you into before realizing it was a mistake. You were dumb enough to play along. Hanma didn’t just follow you around after that. Every time you stopped at a stall, he’d be right there, making some dry, sarcastic remark about whatever you were trying to buy. He stole food off your plate. He rummaged through your bag when you weren’t looking just to see what dumb shit you carried around. At one point, he "accidentally" bumped into some dude while pretending to be distracted, just to see if you’d stick around when things got messy. You did. Unfortunately. Dumbass.

He was the literal embodiment of chaos, and you had somehow ended up stuck with him for the rest of the festival. You weren’t entirely sure you minded.

Because as much as Hanma was an egoistic, reckless, adrenaline-junkie freak who got off on pushing people’s buttons…Something about the way he smirked at you, the way his sharp, violet eyes glinted with real amusement, real interest, made it feel like maybe, just maybe, you were more than just another distraction to him. Maybe tonight, you were his favorite one.

The game was still on.

Hanma had spent the last hour stealing bites of your food, making crude jokes, seeing how much shit he could pull before you either snapped or walked away. But you never did. Instead, you kept pushing back. Talking back. Challenging him in ways most people wouldn’t dare. It wasn’t that you didn’t know who he was, because you did. You knew his reputation, knew he wasn’t just some dumbass punk but an actual menace. And yet, you never flinched. He liked that.

But did he love it? Oh my god, did someone say ‘love’? That word? No. That wasn’t in the equation. Not yet.

That moment, that sick, twisted realization, came later.

It happened at one of those dumb festival game stalls. The kind where the prizes were cheap, colorful crap no one actually needed. Some stuffed animals, little plastic toys, a few random trinkets that looked like they’d break within a week. Hanma wasn’t paying much attention, until you picked up a mask. A demon mask. The kind with sharp fangs, hollowed-out eyes, painted red and black like something straight out of a nightmare. You put it on without hesitation, adjusting the strings behind your head before turning to face him. A slow, unsettling grin spread across his face. “Well, well. Didn’t know you had a thing for looking like a fucking psychopath.”

You tilted your head, voice slightly muffled behind the mask. “Funny. You don’t seem scared.”

His smirk widened. “You know me, sweetheart. Fear’s not really my thing.”

You stepped closer. Too close. Your face, or rather, the demon mask, was just inches from his, the hollow eyes staring him down like a challenge. And then, in the most calm, quiet voice, you said: “That’s the problem with you, Shuji. You think you don’t feel fear. But I bet you do. I bet there’s something out there that makes your heart race in a way you don’t like. You just haven’t met it yet.”

Hanma just stood there. Still smirking, still looking down at you with that usual amusement, but for the first time in a long time, he actually felt something flicker in his chest. Something weird. Because the way you said itn it wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t some dumb joke or a casual taunt. It was a fact. A statement so solid and unshakable that for a split second, it felt like you weren’t just talking about him. You were predicting him. And he fucking hated it. Because for once, the thrill that rushed through him wasn’t from adrenaline. It wasn’t from a fight. It wasn’t from danger. It wasn’t from violence or chaos or watching someone squirm.

It was from you.

The way you stood there, unshaken. The way your voice was calm but sharp. The way you wore that demon mask like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you weren’t just wearing it, you were becoming it. It was hot. Not just hot. It was terrifyingly, addictively fascinating. For the first time in forever, Hanma felt like he had just lost a round of his own game. He liked it.

And that was the moment he knew.

That sick, twisted realization that hit him like a drug. He wanted more. More of this. More of you. More of whatever the hell had just happened in that split second, because if there was anyone out there who could actually fuck with his head, it was you. Hanma loved a good mindfuck.

Maybe he fell because you made him feel something he wasn’t supposed to. Something that almost felt like fear, but worse. Love was so much worse.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your voice. “Shuji, you comin’ or no?”

He didn’t speak.

“Damn Shuji, you’re getting too soft!”

Oh oh, call 911. A gangster just fell in love.

Hanma fucking hated it. That weird, sinking feeling in his chest, the one that wasn’t excitement, wasn’t adrenaline, wasn’t the usual thrill of wrecking shit just to see what happens. It was soft. It was slow. It didn’t go away. Every time he looked at you, every time you smirked at him, talked back, threw his own chaos right back in his face, it crept up again. This fucked-up warmth that made his fingers twitch, made his usual cocky remarks feel forced, made him want to grab you by the jaw and shut you up with something reckless just to feel normal again. But he didn’t.

Instead, he laughed it off. Pretended it wasn’t there. Drowned it in fights, in cheap thrills, in anything that made his pulse race fast enough to confuse it for something else.

Because Hanma didn’t do soft. He didn’t do love. You were turning him into a goddamn liar.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Savory Charm (Ending 1) (Sprout x Reader)

And that's ending 1 of tje dw x 7mih series picked! Of course, a second poll will be posted at the end of this fic to determine ending 2! As mentioned in a news post toon options may be added/removed based on how confident I am in writing the toon as well as time stuff- Mains will be the only toons unaffected by this-- idk what ill cap out the amount of endings at but ill probs also shake up the potential voting options since theres... so many characters and the survey did little to weed people out DFKPMVMPFM

Notes: gn toon reader, first time writing sprout in a fic so he very likely may be ooc so go into this with that in mind, continuation of the opener which can be found in the dw masterlist, personally I adore the idea of sprout being a little awkward with his crushes, pre game antics, you guys dont kiss but something does shift between you two, no confession but OOOOOOOOUH boy my silly berry who doesnt feel like a game is the best place to confess to someone because it feels forced

Word count: 2.2k

CWs: none

Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

Your finger wraps around what feels like a small group of beads- plastic ones… most round and smooth but others were… shaped differently. Your finger hooks around it blindly and carefully pull it out of the sack- the odds of someone putting something fragile into the bag weren’t zero. 

It’s a bracelet- charms of strawberries and cupcakes lightly dangled in the air as the christmas lights caught against the material. If it weren’t for the berries you’d have no clue who this had belonged to… and if you had any doubts Sprout announced the item as his. 

The falter of Dandy’s face wasn’t lost on you no matter how brief it was. The flower nearly instantly tugged his smile back across his face as his green hand lands on your shoulder- lightly rocking you back and forth.

“Alright Alright! You two!” Dandy gestured between you and Sprout before slightly jerking his head towards the hallway. 

“To the gift shop! You’ve got seven minutes so you better make it count!” His tone almost sounded… forced. You hardly have the time to comment on it before Sprout makes himself comfortable at your side. 

Everyone was staring at you and the main… and it was… intense.

Sprout’s hand found itself on the back of your arm and lightly tugged your sleeve… not enough to seem needy or forceful- if anything it felt a little reassuring in the face of all the attention. 

“Come on,” Sprout said under his breath as he lightly pulled you away from the dozens of stares burning into your body. One last glance over your shoulder allowed you to see Dandy nearly begging Vee to time the game. You don’t get to see the rest of the interaction as Sprout leads you to the smaller gift shop that Bobette had Bobette had made home for the holidays- the staff door inside unlocked and open.

The door was hardly ever unlocked- and then it clicked. The game was to be held in the back storage like room instead of the shop itself. Kept away from prying eyes. “To give the lovebirds privacy,” as Dandy had put it. 

Sprout must have felt your body stiffening under the realization- and in an instant he jumps to ease your tension. 

“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” He used his free hand to readjust his scarf… in an almost awkward motion. You shift slightly on your feet… before taking the first step forward. Out of the corner of your eye Sprout pauses his own shuffling to watch your movements. “We still have to hang out in there for seven minutes,” You mumble softly. 

You doubt you’d ever hear the end of it from Dandy- and probably some of the others- if you decided to chicken out and leave the gift shop now. 

Technically the game didn’t need to involve kissing and gushy feelings, right? It was just a waiting game to you at the moment. 

Sprout considers your words for a second. “Yeah I guess you’re right,” 

The toon lets go of his scarf and steps forward- only to pause in his steps to let you walk in first. A second later he closes the door- wincing slightly at the louder than intended closing of it. Even if he didn’t show it in the same intensity as you, his nerves were clear. 

The room was… filled with all sorts of boxes. Candies and toys, mostly… and some merchandise to try to toss at passing visitors to hopefully entice them to travel to the lower floors to purchase even more merch. You move a pebble plush to the side- using it as a barrier between you and the cool wall as you lowered yourself onto the floor… 

Perhaps… one of you should have grabbed some of the plastic chairs as you passed.

Sprout attempted to make himself comfortable on the floor across from you- keeping a healthy distance away from you and giving you your space.

You both sit quietly for a few seconds. Your palms lightly patting your thighs, and him rustling a hand through his leaves. 

You hadn’t even considered how awkward this game could get… especially when neither party didn’t want to step on the other person’s boundaries. 

Times like this called for good communication, you decided- but as you open your mouth to act on your idea Sprout speaks up. 

“Thanks for helping me and Cosmo… and Ginger… in the kitchen, by the way,” Sprout took his hands out of his leaves and offered you another smile. It didn’t seem forced like Dandy had worn minutes ago. His actually carried warmth. “I know I already thanked you, but… I feel like you deserve some extra…” He trailed off. 

You nod slightly as your hands slow to a stop on your thighs. 

“Thanks- I mean-” Your fingers twitch slightly. “You’re welcome-” 

You both share a short awkward laugh. 

How much time was left before Dandy came knocking on the door? The air felt.. Thick. 

Sprout shifted again.

“I hope Tisha didn’t have too much of a hard time cleaning everything up,” You tried to continue the conversation. The toon instantly jumps on your attempt to keep the talking going. 

“We all helped her, don’t worry… Me and Cosmo have been trying to get better about cleaning as we cook- Ginger’s helping us keep on top of that,” 

Another pause.

“Don’t know what we’re gonna do when the holiday toons gotta retire for the year- we’re helpless without her,” He snickered softly. 

“I could help, I mean… I’m not much of a baker- but I wouldn’t mind spending some extra time with you…would give me an excuse to slip away from the visitors for a little while… no offense Sprout but I don’t think I’d be able to handle being a main- all the attention… crowding…” You chuckled softly. 

“It isn’t so bad,” He shrugged. “It’s nice, most of the time,”

The air falls silent between the two of you again. 

Your fingers curl and tense- untense, and then tense again. 

If you had to guess you were both already midway through your seven minutes already… maybe… you wished desperately that there was a clock in the room. 

The lump settling in your throat felt uncomfortable and it refused to be forced down no matter how hard you tried to swallow it… you were slightly grateful that most toons didn’t have visible necks. You could only imagine how that would look to outsiders. 

You force your hands to relax against your thighs and remain flat. 

“How come you put your bracelet into the sack? No offense, Sprout, but you don’t seem like the type to enjoy games like this-” You suddenly blurted out.

Sure Sprout wasn’t the only toon you wouldn’t expect to participate in a game like seven minutes in heaven- but if you were going to be given the chance to ask him about it you were going to take it to soothe your own curiosity. 

Sprout’s brows furrowed together… and the seconds dragged on. 

And a few more seconds pass. 

Did you say something wrong? A passing thought of him wanting someone else made your heart sink for a second before it was forced out of your mind briefly… only to snap right back into your mind a split second later. Did he have someone he wanted in mind?

Regardless Sprout didn’t seem like the type to confess to someone in a setting like this- if anything he seemed more like the type to-

Sprout finally started to speak. 

“Shelly encouraged me to put my bracelet in,” 

Oh.

“I probably wouldn’t have entered if she didn’t say anything if I’m being perfectly honest- kissing people for a game isn’t really my thing…” 

And yet he still put his item in with that idea in mind. 

“Well it doesn’t have to end with a kiss you know, especially if you’re stuck in here with someone you don’t like,” You blurt out before you could even think about the implications of your wording. 

Like as in love or like as in enjoy… it was all up to Sprout to decide based on how your tone slipped through your mouth. 

“Guess that’s true,” He cracked a half smile at you. “But who’s to say I don’t like you?” 

Once more the question of what like meant in this context was asked in your mind. Your eyes picked apart his face but it was nearly impossible to figure it out. Possible nervous sweating could have been attributed to the stuffy air of the room- refusal of eye contact from the awkward topic of conversation- and the grin could have just been a courtesy as far as you knew. 

But Sprout would lightly reject you if he meant “like” as in “romance”, right? He didn’t seem like the type to string things out longer than they needed to be. Your palms feel clammy against your legs- the sensation only making you feel more comfortable as you try to choose your next words carefully. 

If Sprout had any inkling of you having a crush on him that he didn’t reciprocate he would reject you in an instant. He was the last toon to lead someone on. 

“Well I don’t exactly mean me when I say someone- I mean… I think just about everyone put something in so really- the odds of me picking you was kinda… up in the air, you know?” You manage to force out. “I mean you could’ve gotten Shrimpo, I think I saw him put something in… looked like a brick or something?” 

How he even got one… you push on before you can get off track. 

“And I doubt you’d wanna spend seven minutes with Shrimpo,” You joke. 

“I’m sure at least one person would,” Sprout shakes his head slightly. He seemed just as shocked that the Shrimp had decided to participate in the game.

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t wanna be locked up in here with him?” 

The air seemed less heavy… that was good. 

“I’m sure someone would,” He shifted into a straighter position against the wall- perking up with a widened grin. 

Sprout was blunt, but you could at least commend him for trying to not hurt anyone’s feelings… even if they weren’t around, and if they probably wouldn’t care about anything mean said about them… 

At least if he didn’t share your affections you could at least count on him being gentle with you.

And then it falls quiet again. So much for keeping things rolling. 

Before you could think of anything to say, you heard someone come rushing to the closed door and knock on it- rapidly. Instantly Sprout jumped to his feet- already on edge against the urgency of the pounding… and he visibly bristles when it’s only revealed to be Dandy… who’s fist nearly knocks against his chest. The flower stiffens straight up- but not without sparing a glance to you under Sprout’s arm as he held the door open.

“Just making sure neither of you are getting tooooo comfortable in there,” Dandy shoots you a wink before he at least attempts to match Sprout’s stare. The height difference made it a little hard. 

“Time’s up by the way,” His teeth clicked lightly against each other as he stepped to the side… but didn’t slink back to the party. As if he was keeping watch on the two of you- Sprout especially. You hardly ever see such vague hostility from the toon. If anything it felt almost… out of character against the usual cheerfulness he greeted you with.

You decide not to outwardly question it for now as you push your palms to the floor to rise to your feet. 

“Didn’t realize we were running out of time,” You mumbled, although silently grateful for the end of the round. “We didn’t even get to kiss,” You lightly teased.

Sprout quickly gives you a look- which you miss as you steady yourself against the wall. You’d gotten up too fast.

“You should go get something to eat, you look a little wobbly there,” Sprout commented. “I whipped up some snacks too, not just desserts,” He added. Dandy finally sulked off to the gift shop entrance without another word. 

“Maybe I will get something… you could come show me what all you’ve made,” You offer him a smile… Now that the two of you were done with the game things felt… more comfortable. Even if nothing was done in the moment, but…

Something felt different in the way Sprout’s eyes rested on you. 

“Yeah,” He stepped out of the doorway, and gave you more than enough space to exit the storage room. “Maybe tomorrow we can cook something up together, just me and you? I mean… Cosmo and Boxten will be there, but… you’re always welcome in the kitchen,” 

You pull the door shut behind you as you consider his offer.

More baking? 

You offer him a smile which he returns. 

“Yeah that sounds nice… Bobette’s been recommending all sorts of treats that don’t sound half bad,” 

“So long as it’s not a gingerbread house,” Sprout laughed lightly as the pair of you walked back to the party- Dandy a few feet ahead of you.

[anonmousegosqueak]

Boo! Did I scare you? I'm back to being alive, and not high off of pain and ickyness meds. So, here's a prompt! Roach and Gaz centric!

It's time for their bi-monthly leave (forced by Laswell), and Kyle and Roach have decided to take it together (pre-relationship). They spend it at Roach's flat, a one bedroom, fairly small place. Roach is fully prepared to grab the foldable cot from his closet and let Kyle have the bed, but Kyle brings up a good point.

"We've slept in smaller places together, bug. At least this time, it'll be in a comfortable bed, right?"

Cue the awkward "sleeping on opposite sides only to wake up cuddling" thing in the morning. They go about their day without mentioning it, and it happens every single night. Until eventually, Kyle says "fuck it" and just pulls Roach into cuddling the fifth night of their leave.

Could potentially lead to nsfw, could just be wholesome cuddle-bug Roach/Gaz. But I love the idea of the team mandated leave (Kate deals with the paperwork and makes them all rest) during the few months before their relationships started.

Johnny takes Simon up to Edinburgh, Price goes to stay with Kate and her wife (wine buddies). But I think Roach and Gaz are just so... adorable.

Like, cuddle-bug Roach and pretty boy Gaz that are awkward around each other, not really wanting to ruin their friendship (and also not wanting to acknowledge the whole "wanting to date their teammates" bit)

-🦴

AGHHHH!! AM SCARED.

Hi Boner! I'm glad you're better! I missed you! I sacrificed my first born for your health!

My first thought? Bi-monthly or BI(sexual)-monthly? ;D

No but seriously- Roach is a *cuddler*. He's small, naturally runs a bit cold, and small. He wants nothing more than to be a blanket. It's pretty normal to wake up with a little guy making sounds in your ear, comes with the job am I right?

Problem is, the homoerotic tension is tension-y.

I think the morning after (NOT LIKE THAT-) is so awkward.

"Seriously bug, it's alright." ← says Gaz despite also being horribly embarrassed because he knows he gave Roach a little kiss on the head.

Okay time for the morning after, exactly like that (aka nsfw)

I think the big "fuck it" moment is when they're already waking up. It's been a few days, lots of words left in the air, ect. Kyle is only half awake, more focused on his morning wood than the fact he's literally got Gary's thighs in-between his legs. He's not thinking about *what* he's humping, just that it feels good.

Gary, on the other hand is redder than a tomato, not 100% sure on what to do. I mean, hot guy that he has a crush on is currently asleep and rubbing on him! What is he supposed to do?

So instead he simply angles his leg just a little bit.

Poor Kyle's moan is enough for Gary's heart to stop beating for a moment or five. He swears he's never heard a more perfect sound in his whole life. And pair that with Kyle's expression? A mix of pleasure and sleep? Gary might have cum just from that (don't make fun of him, he hadn't had time for a good wank in months).

That was the day he learned he had a slight somnophilia kink :D (all consensual and such, dw.)

Kyle's own hips stutter a bit, a soft moan coming from him, and then he's back to sleeping. Literally snoring slightly. Gary is literally staring at the ceiling having an existential crisis and Kyle looks like he's having the best sleep of his life.

By the time Kyle actually wakes up, he's met with 1) a gross feeling in his boxers, 2) Gary's arm wrapped around him, and 3) a panicked bugboy staring at him.

Needless to say, they had a proper talk over breakfast.

And now they boyfriends who smooch and always cuddle~

[subbyboysgalore]

Today is Torao's birthday, so um... May I request birthday s** ?? 👀👀

birthday boy ♡

♥️after a long day of celebrating torao's birthday, you come home with him to have one last present for the both of you. (spoiler alert, it's torao tied up with a bow on his head)♥️

a/n: I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS READY TO BE RELEASED (triple down TRG) but this. I had to answer this quick. I WILL RELEASE TRG SOON DW. and yes, it's the same prompt as my yamato bday one.

tags: bondage, degradation, orgasm denial, tora's gagged, he's being a spoilt brat but guess what. you fix that! also he cries a tiny bit at the end :3

type: minific, 672 words

🔞🔞

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to youu..”

Clapping your hands together, you stood overlooking Torao, cheerfully singing to him. Well, mostly to yourself, since the birthday boy of the day was tied up and gagged on the floor below you. His flaming red eyes stared up at you, lit up bright in annoyance.

“Ah come on, don't look at me like that! I know it's your birthday, but you were acting like such a spoiled brat earlier, I just had to shut you up. Don't try to rush me into fucking you.”

At your crude words, he flushed. Whether it was because of humiliation or arousal, you wouldn't know. Maybe both. After all this time of dating you, poor Torao still isn't used to your harsh ways at times.

That side of you really did come out at times like this, as he fruitlessly tugged against the cherry red bindings that held his arms in place. It matched his eyes, and he silently admired how good they looked on him. Apparently he was being an “impatient little brat that can't keep his hands to himself when he's supposed to go slow”. What kind of ridiculous sentence is that?!

For most of his life, if he asked for something, it would be given to him on a silver platter. It was only quite recently, when he met you and ZOOL, that he learned that he had to work for things. Work for things like skill, awards, cheers, and right now, your touch he yearned for so much.

“I told you, this kind of punishment is what you'll get if you keep trying to complain to me to get what you want. Where's that bratty Tora now, you were so mouthy earlier.”

He tried to reply, to sarcastically attack you back, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a struggling, muffled whine. Right. He'd somehow almost forgot the fact he couldn't speak, the small ball gag in his mouth stopping him. If he wasn't in this situation right now, he would have found the little contraption interesting. It restrained his speech, as well as slightly depriving him of oxygen, making his brain feel cloudy and foggy.

With shaky, shuddering breaths, he tried to calm himself down, to be more in control like he usually is in his life. The steadily rising heat between his legs couldn't be ignored though, but Tora really, really, tried his best to. No, he did not enjoy this, and no, he did not feel so absurdly turned on by the way you threw insult after insult at him with such little care in the world.

His face burned as he looked up at you, glazed over eyes taking in your irritated face. The realisation that you were smaller than him, yet making him feel like this, hit him hard, a tiny groan coming out of him at the mere thought. Right now, he's the one that feels small, and you the one towering over him.

Fuck..

With the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, he looked up at you again, silently pleading this time. Torao hoped you could see how desperate he was for you, and how sorry he was for being a brat earlier. It's been an hour ever since, and it felt like he was going insane from the anticipation. Every muscle in his body had grown tense like a pulled rubber band, and it's not like he could even thrust his hips up into empty air, he was tied up too tight for that.

“Hmm.. maybe a couple more minutes. You can take that right? After all, this view really is amazing..”

You sat down on a chair in front of him, crossing your legs and placing a finger on your chin in fake thoughtfulness.

Fuck- fuck, I can't take this anymore!

If he could speak right now, curses would be falling from his mouth like crazy. Tears threaten to fall out of his eyes, and you simply raise an eyebrow at that.

Cute.

[0littleladybug0]

haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw

YES I CANNN!!!

this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭

Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help

Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!

DNI IF NSFW

It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.

Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.

The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.

You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.

Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.

So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.

You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.

"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"

The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.

you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.

And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.

"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.

"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."

You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.

"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."

"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.

Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.

"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.

He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"

God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.

After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.

You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.

"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.

"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.

You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.

"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.

"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.

He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.

he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.

He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.

"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.

You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.

You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.

After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.

You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.

"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.

That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.

Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.

"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.

Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.

"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.

You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.

You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.

You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.

You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.

But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

[officialdaydreamer00]

I FINT HAVE ANY FICS BUT IMAGINE WEARING MATCHING SOCKS WITH THE TWEELS BUT THEY BOTH WANT TO MATCH YOU BUT FLOYD ISNT WEARING MUSHROOM SOCKS SO NOW YOU HAVE TO WEAR TWO DIFFRENT SOCKS

DW I GOT CHU BESTIE >:D

kinda crack and self indulgent, reader is not yuu, gender neutral reader, reader wears an ankle length skirt bc i love long flowy skirts C:

"hey, prefect, what's with the socks?"

to ace and deuce, you, the prefect, are a modest and kind of secretive person. your modesty even extends to your clothes, as you opted to wear pants and long skirts that cover the majority of your skin. you also wear the gloves provided for students.

today, you wore a an ankle length skirt with a pair of mary janes. it was just another normal outfit you would wear, until they saw your socks. one was plain and in a teal colour, the other one was white with mushroom patterns. it wasn't like you to make mistakes so trivial like that.

"oh, this? i was-" you were rather rudely cut off by grim, who was being carried in your arms.

"myahh, those lookalike guys from the shady dorm somehow got henchhuman to wear 'em."

ace and deuce looked at you in concern. "the twins? why would they do that?" "they didn't threaten you or anything, right prefect?"

you only shook your head. "no, they just—"

"shrimpyyyyy~"

you sighed, a bit miffed. once again, you were cut off before you could explain. a lanky figure draped himself over your smaller form and wrapped his arms around your waist. the distinct laughter you could practically recognise from anywhere rang in your ears.

"floyd." you greeted curtly, letting out an exasperated sigh. grim let out an annoyed 'myahhh', having been passed to deuce the moment you heard the twins approaching.

floyd only laughed, his arms tightened around you ever so slightly. a chuckle echoed from behind you as jade made his appearance, looking as poised and calm as ever.

"i see you have decided to appease us both."

you sent jade an annoyed side eye. "only because floyd didn't want to wear the mushroom ones."

"awe, lil' shrimpy thinking for good ol' me~" floyd giggled shrilly and squeezed you again, the air out of you lungs. he then picked you up and started to walk away with you hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potato. jade followed right behind as they left with you.

you sent ace and deuce a death stare. "traitors. the lot of you." you mumbled under your breath. another sigh left your mouth, you propped your chin up with your hand against floyd's back.

seven, what have you gotten yourself into?

taglist🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @hisui-dreamer @moonlit-midnight @dove-da-birb @cecilebutcher @krenenbaker @ang33333333l @minimallyminnie @siren-serenity @leonistic @red-viewe @thehollowwriter

reblogs are appreciated!

[very-gay-poet]

Warning: I am incapable of taking myself seriously, use “???” and “!!!” way too often as I am afraid of the first mark being lonely, and use “:D” at least once a paragraph, and if I didn’t, dw I used it in spirit Also I talk a lot (this is 779 words)

I love (hate) how jkr made everything so much harder than it needed to be for herself and the fandom lmao like the currency always pissed me off so I fixed it here you go: 

This is based on the British currency (bc I’m most familiar with that and still have no idea why she didn’t just do this considering she just made a normal senior school magical and gave it magical properties for hogwarts?????) 

The ratio to a Galleon to BP is 1:1 to make this simple bc I don’t wanna do more math than necessary :D

(ima leave all the math at the bottom to those who care about that but pls look at it I had to do MATHS. I DID MATHS FOR THIS.) 

and Bc I am full of whimsy, I want them to have a print on them, kinda like how the current royal is on all the notes and coins to stop people from making it themselves or smth idk anyway a Galleon has a dragon on it bc they’re cool argue with a brick wall you have a better chance of winning (I based some of these on familiars which were more commonly associated with smaller animals so none will be as cool as a dragon :( IM SORRY CHARLIE WEASLEY I HAVE FAILED YOU)

Half a Galleon is called a Ullium (named after the first, and best, Minister Of Magic) it’s a silver coin, only slightly larger than a Galleon, in the shape of a decagon, with a print of a cat bc I definitely think they have a saying like “a cat is a witches best friend” kinda like “A dog is man's best friend” bc I love cats and so do they <3

A fifth of a Galleon is a Sickle wow I’m actually listening to canon for once look at that!!! Basically equivalent to a 20p on its own, but looks like a 5p for some reason (small circular silver coin) but with a griffin on it bc why tf not you have something against griffins????

Next up, holy moly replay that clip dude bc I’m following canon for once AGAIN!!!! Be so proud of me chat I know I am, anyways, everyone's favourite the Knut (PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT THAT PUN WAS NOT INTENDED AT ALL LMAOOOOO) a little bronze coin with a goat on it (fun fact that I probably should’ve known sooner: goats were believed to be magical or spiritual powers!!!! sick right???? Anyways thought that was cool, slapped it on a coin what you gonna do about it champ) no one makes a Galleon out of knuts (oh my gods I am a child) but if you wanted to you absolute weirdo you’d have to have 21 of these bad boys

MOVING ON to another one of my own making, a Coronet!!! It's a small reddish coin about the size of a twenty p and isn’t very popular, usually just used as change (bout as useful as a five p or penny) but it has a ferret on it so I wouldn’t be complaining ya win some ya lose some. 

Named it coronet bc it was the name of an actual currency once used in England but bc of inflation it doesn’t exist anymore :( my baby girl was “a denomination of sterling coinage worth a quarter of one pound (five shillings, or 60 (old) pence)” according to google bc you can’t expect me to acatually remember that 

Anyway for all y'all here for the math *cough* losers *cough* come right this way: 

Galleon to pound ratio is 1:1 

Sickle = fifth of Galleon (5 of them make 1 Galleon)

Wanna make a sickle through knuts??? First of all, why?, Second of all you just need 7 of them to make 1 sickle

To make a (1) Galleon through knuts like a dumbass you’d need 21 knuts 

Though maybe not as much of a dumbass as people who wanna make a (1) Galleon out of Coronets HAHAHA have fun counting out 63 of them bitches suckers!!! (Coronets are a third of a Knut bc...I really am in too deep aren’t I) 

Anyway if you wanted to make a Galleon with a Ullium, like the smart person you are, you’d only need 2 

*to the tune of Sabrina Carpenters tour conclusion* 

If you have an issue with my math, no you don’t :D 

if you wanna know another equation of how to make x out of y then figure it out yourself :D 

I am not a calculator I simply work here :D

If you want to use this for inspo or use it as is then be sure to credit/tag me as I love reading things :D

[saelxstia]

to tread the path angels fear (p1)

-

characters: sunday x reader

genre: slight angst to fluff

warnings: im not good with sticking to the storyline

other: you guys speak french at some point but dw theres a translation (i just used google translate but shhh), p2 is posted

it came as a surprise to be invited to the charmony festival, considering *he* was the one who organised it. out of all people.

he and you were not on the best of terms. you used to be innocent lovers who believed their days of serene affection would be endless, back in the distant past, when you were just younglings enjoying the springtime of your youth. and of course, that would never come to pass. in fact, you loathed the idea of getting anywhere close to him, as your breakup was everything but cordial.

what made him invite you, then? that part was a mystery. but, even then, you decided to accept the invitation because he was merely the family's spokesman. it wasn't as though it was a private festivity just for you. and since penacony was both your and his homeland, you had every right to take part in the celebrations and pay a visit to your mother planet.

you were lost in thought as you bathed in the familiar water of your room at the reverie, memories of the past clouding your mind. you shook your head and closed your eyes, trying to push sunday’s memories from your consciousness. you wanted nothing more than to stop thinking about him right now, but the weight of his invitation was wearing you down.

just as you were about to fall into a troubled, but nonetheless comfortable slumber, a hand had forcefully pulled you from the water, and hard. the firm grip on your arm was painful. you opened your eyes wide in horror, trying to see just who had the nerve to storm into your private hotel room and jerk you out of your reverie. you’re greeted with the sight of the man you’re conflicted with the most, and you think to yourself; why did it have to be him, of all people?

“(name), cease your haste. do not enter the dreamscape," sunday warned, his tone carrying the same familiar dullness, but a hint of franticness lied under his infuriatingly composed exterior. despite your rage, you felt compelled to listen, if only for the fact this had been the most panic you'd ever seen him in, even if it was barely discernible. you hated to admit, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the smaller details. "i have lost my dear robin to this nightmare. i do not wish for you to be another loss."

“… what?” you couldn’t believe your ears. you have just returned home and you already ask yourself thousands of questions. first of all, what happened to robin? did she get hurt? is she.. gone? why can't I enter the dreamscape? and...why does he care all of a sudden? you pull yourself out of your thoughts, and focus on the bigger picture. in other words, find out what happened to your best friend. “robin.. what happened to her? what do you mean?”

he sighs, his expression remaining as stoic as ever, although now there was pity in his eyes for you.

"robin passed away as she was exploring the dreamscape last week," sunday says. "she went missing and then turned up dead. they ruled it as an accident, but i saw her body." his tone was steady, but you could see the edges of his lips twitch downward slightly. “i suspect the dreamscape has some sort of malicious entity lurking within it. i will not risk you falling prey to it as well."

your face falls. *robin is dead?* no, you won’t accept this. she was your best friend, the one who supported you and your decision to leave penacony after your predicament with sunday. your heart drops, and you feel devastated. you look up at him, your eyes glossy with tears. he understands what you’re feeling though, and he nods slowly, a somber expression settled over his face. despite the tragedy that had befallen another in the family, he was not letting his emotions overcome him. he was simply stating the facts as is.

"i will not allow the same to happen to you," he declares. "i will not lose another person dear to me." he pauses, his gaze settling on you now. there was such raw emotion in his voice that you could not recall hearing from him before — it was almost as if his facade was crumbling.

you pause. your heart and mind are riddled in confusion as you listen to his last sentence, taking time to reflect on the last three words. “… dear to you?” you ask, tone laced in equal parts uncertainty and hope, and though you want to believe otherwise, you can’t deny that you want those words to be true.

and for the briefest of moments, sunday's gaze falters as if he was contemplating something — whether or not to say something to you, to divulge a secret that he had never shared before. "... yes." he replies finally, with a solemnity you almost can't believe to be coming from his mouth.

"you are dear to me."

you wonder if your ears are deceiving you. you almost can’t believe the sheer sincerity in his words, the slight crumbling of the facade he always has up, and the declaration of how you are, in his eyes. “… really?” you whisper out. he doesn’t answer immediately, and you take a moment to breathe. you look at the floor and squirm under his gaze, unable to speak anything more.

for a moment, he just stares at you, his face unreadable — only pity and sadness can be discerned upon his features. “look at me," he demands. he's not used to asking, used to being ignored, but you had never seen sunday like this — vulnerable, anxious— a different person entirely. so you obey his order, raising your head and staring back at him. a beat of silence passes between the two of you, both of your expressions devoid of outward emotion.

sunday's lips twitch slightly. they twitch again. *he seems to be thinking something over,* you think. finally, he speaks, staring deeply into your eyes as if trying to read your soul, "... i have something to share with you."

you blink, a little caught off guard, but nonetheless opt to hear him out. “what is it?” you ask, looking at everything except him. sundays voice trembles slightly as he speaks. "when you... left. i..." he takes a deep breath before he continues, struggling to find his words, "i was a fool to take it as easily as i did. your departure — from penacony, from..." he takes a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to find the right words, "i was distraught," he suddenly blurts out, his hands tightly clenched together. his hands are shaking now. "... when you left, i was... *lost.*"

you stare at him, shocked, but your shock quickly turns into skepticism at his sudden confession. “why are you telling me this?” you question. he meets your gaze, his stare unwavering, his expression unchanging, and for the first time, you see his facade fall away entirely. for the first time — the real sunday finally shows his face to you.

"... because its the only way i know how," he says simply, not realizing the deepness of his words. "its the only way i know to tell you that..." he swallows. "that i need you."

after what feels like forever, you bring a hand up to hover hesitantly over his cheek, “i’ve never seen you this.. sincere. jespere que vous savez a quel point cela compte pour moi.” (translation: i hope you know how much this means to me.)

his breath catches in his throat as your gentle palm caresses his cheek. it's a tender and almost loving gesture — which he hadn't received from you in years. his eyes widen slightly in surprise, a slight flush creeping onto his cheeks. he looks... touched by this gesture. touched and vulnerable. something you rarely, if ever, see on his face. the old sunday was usually all business and stoicism and politeness. this new sunday... he seems — different. *softer.*

but youre still suspicious. your expression changes, and you pull your hand back, “ but i still feel like i don’t know *you* anymore. are you really serious, or are you toying with me? please be honest, je ne veux plus avoir le coeur brise.” (translation: i don't want to be heartbroken again.)

the question makes him tremble for the briefest moment, but he quickly regains his composure. he takes your hand in his own gently, his fingers interlacing with yours. "you have my word — i am being entirely sincere." his tone is firm and steadfast, no longer carrying the faint trace of uncertainty it had before. "i was foolish to let you walk out of my life so easily, i... i regret it deeply. i..." his fingers tighten around yours. "i would be devastated if anything happened to you. please... dont go to the dreamscape."

his words touch your heart, and though the you from a few hours ago would detest the you of now, your gaze softens, feeling like the love in your heart that has been kept under wraps will start overflowing again. “daccord. je te ferai confiance et je taimerai a nouveau. mais sil vous plait, ne faites pas la meme erreur que vous avez faite il y a toutes ces annees. and don’t worry, i won’t enter the dreamscape anymore.” (translation: all right. i will trust you and love you again. but please don't make the same mistake you made all those years ago.) you declare, and move ever so slightly closer to him.

he feels the heat of your breath as you get closer to him — he had forgotten how close the two of you would be when you were young, lovers, partners in life. the familiarity of your closeness to him takes him back to those days. he takes your other hand in his, tightening his grip around it, almost as if it was a lifeline, a guide, to keep your proximity to him. "i know better now," he replies, his eyes never faltering from yours. "back then, i did not know the depths of my love for you until you left."

you forget everything that made you loathe seeing him again, all your rage, all your hatred. as your heart overflows with genuine joy, you are reminded of just how much you used to love each other back then, and you will do anything to get it back in your grasp. you gently squeeze his hand, and lean in close enough that the tips of your noses are barely brushing against each other, “… may i?”

his heart skips a beat. for a quick moment, he doesn't respond — only stares into your eyes, watching you closely. when your noses are only a millimeter apart from one another, when you can smell the subtle scent of his cologne, when the tension and the passion that had built up between the two of you for so long burst at last, he finally gives his answer: *"oui."*

you smile, the joy and love in your heart pouring out of you and into your next course of action as you put a hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, pulling him closer and kissing him softly. sundays heart thumps as you pull him closer to you, his lips locking with yours, the passion, the desire, the years of longing for this moment finally spilling over. he responds with the same ferocity you do, his hands gripping your sides as he pulls you as close to him as he possibly can. the kiss lasts long, almost like a lifetime, and when you finally pull away and breathe, the two of you are panting, trying to slow down the beating of your hearts.

you smile so softly at him, and you feel so at home. “jai attendu ca toute ma vie. je je taime, sunday.”

(translation: i’ve been waiting for this all my life. i love you, sunday.)

sunday, for the first time in a long while, is speechless, the events of the past hour still lingering in his mind. you had shared a kiss — it was as though all that time and distance had never existed, as though the two of you were those two young, naive lovers still exploring the wonders of life. his voice cracks slightly as he replies. "je.. je taime aussi." (translation: i.. i love you too.) you move to embrace him in a warm hug, stroking his head and sighing in satisfaction.

he meets your embrace, wrapping his arms around you firmly, the way he had always done back when you were younger. despite your years spent apart, it feels completely natural to the both of you. as if you were still those same loving partners you used to be. "i will never, ever make the same mistake again," sundays murmurs as he clutches you tightly, a smile slowly forming on his lips. for the first time, he truly lets himself believe — this time, you are here to stay.

"never again," he says with an affirmative nod. "i realize now, that our time together... is fragile."

p2 is posted yay!!

this is the first time ive written something like this so maybe hes ooc and it's kinda bad but whatever. i love u sunday my wife ❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️

[vorish-wonderland]

I got Sebek’s “I’ll swallow you whole…” pre-battle line for the first time today, and it gave me sebek vore brainrot. if you are willing could you please write something with him? Maybe Y/N starts getting too friendly with Malleus, and he gets jealous? Also completely besides the point but I love your icon

Includes: soft vore, unwilling prey, gt vore, ambiguous situation for reader (you can view it as safe or unsafe, whichever you want, though it ends well for them dw)

★✦Nobody But I...✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"HUMAN." You hear from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. You nervously turn around, and see Sebek. "You've been very close to Lord Malleus."

"Oh-! S-Sebek-! Hello... um... the weather is-"

"BE QUIET!" He yells, grabbing at his magic pen. "You will not speak to me in such a patronising way, ESPECIALLY when you've been hogging all of Lord Malleus's attention this past month!!"

"I... what???" You are, genuinely, so confused. What in the world is he talking about??

"You will not play dumb with me, human." He scowled, pointing the magic end directly at you. "Nobody but I should be allowed to be that close to him. Nobody."

A spell is suddenly cast upon you!?

Everything around you starts to grow larger... as you start to get smaller... and smaller... and smaller... until you're almost smaller than a mouse.

A gloved hand suddenly grasps you, wrapping all the way around you and effectively sealing you off from the outside world...

When the hand ungrasps, you're right in front of his face... uncomfortably close...

"You are but a worm... and I will show you your place."

Sebek lifts you up further, over his upwardly tilted head, holding you only by your arm... and he opens his mouth, lined with sharp and crocodilian teeth.

"W-wait, wha-?! Sebek, what the-?!"

...

He drops you into his mouth.

Later at Diasomnia dorm, Sebek was feeling proud of himself.

He was feeling proud of himself... until...

"Ah, there you are, Sebek." Malleus approaches from behind. "Have you seen (Y/N)? I have not been able to find them."

"I have not seen them, Lord Malleus." Sebek lies through his teeth.

"How unfortunate... I really wished to talk to them tonight." Malleus sighs, crossing his arms. "I went to Ramshackle dorm, yet I could only find Grim and the ghosts... do you think they went home without telling me?"

"Why would you care so much about some human? And a magicless one at that..."

"You know not what you say."

"I simply don't understand, Lord Malleus! There are plenty of other people to talk to! I'm right here! And if you're so desperate to converse with a human, then there are many others attending Night Raven College besides them!" Sebek explains, angrily.

"You will watch how you speak of them, Sebek Zigvolt."

"Gh-! Y-yes, I apologise, Lord Malleus..." Sebek quiets down, embarrassed.

Malleus leans over, his hands on his knees, before whispering...

"Sebek... do you know where (Y/N) is?" He asks one more time."

"...no... I do not..."

Malleus waves his hand which suddenly, magically, forcefully opens Sebek's mouth. After inspecting Sebek's mouth, Malleus sighs.

"I deeply apologise for this, but it must be done." That's what he says, right before punching Sebek directly in the gut. Malleus did so very carefully, powerful enough to induce regurgitation, though done in a way that actually gave minimal pain.

And out you go, right into Malleus's hands!

You stare up at him, looking frantically between Sebek and Malleus, terrified.

"Tsu...Tsuno...tarou..." You stutter, before bursting out in tears. "UWAAAAAAAHH THAT WAS SO SCARYYYYY-!!"

"Now now, there's no need for tears, little one~" Malleus pets you, like a baby bird... "Let's get you cleaned up, I'll make you a small, bed-like structure on my nightstand so we may keep you safe tonight."

"R-really...? Thank you, Tsunotarou..."

"Sebek." Malleus turned to his... dormmate, his eyes nearly ablaze with green fire of anger. "You are never to do anything like this again, understand?"

"...yes, Lord Malleus." Sebek grumbles, embarrassed because of his actions being found out.

[bambambunny]

Fatui Cat (Segment edition!) pt. 1

Warnings: like 1 swear and some fear of dottore from his segments. Oh and one of them drops the cat, dw its fine. This is more focused on the segment’s perspective but ill do cat POV next time.

Relationships: Platonic segments / cat!reader

Summary: The segments meet the cat. g/n pronouns pls lmk if i missed something.

Wc: 659 cries

Part 2

—-------------------------------------------------

The pursuit of knowledge never ends and thus, neither does the work of the segments. Each one, varying in ages and demeanors, bustles around the expansive lab with their own projects in hand. Of course, all must work to the Tzaritsa’s coup against heaven but such a large goal requires smaller tasks to build it up. 

One of the younger segments, physically he looks to be about 10, is trying to figure out a better healing formula for the hydro skirmishers (Some blond kid keeps causing trouble and their losses have been too great to ignore). That might seem like a rather complicated subject for a 10 year old, but this is a dottore segment we’re talking about, of course he can accomplish this. After all, failure at such a menial task would result in termination and we can't have that. He starts with a flask of hydro, adds some crushed up violet grass, a bit of this chemical, a bit of that, and a dash of –

Crash!

The young segment yelps and drops the vial and its contents. The other segments look up from their tasks at the sudden noise but the boy doesn’t notice. He looks down at the disturbance at his feet and finds a..cat? What in Her Majesty’s name is a cat doing here? He picks it up to the worried protest of an older segment and raises it up. The little thing does naught but blink at him. It has a belled collar so it must belong to somebody, and oh that somebody is going to be in a lot of trouble when Prime finds out it caused such a disturbance. 

“Ahem.”

The sound shoots a wretched cold up the segment’s spine as both he and the cat are shadowed by the imposing figure of Prime Dottore. He drops that cat and immediately turns to attention. He doesn’t hear the thing yelp in surprise.

“P-prime!”, shit. He’s not supposed to stutter, “Prime, sir.” Better.

“Care to explain the mess in your station?” Prime asks with a chilly calm.

“I was interrupted, sir, by that,” He points to the cat who is now rubbing itself, almost aggressively, on Dottore’s pant leg. 

“They just wandered in like they owned the place,” a segment pipes up, drawing Prime’s gaze. He is older and confident enough to insert himself into the conversation, most of the other segments wouldn’t dare. The young segment is relieved at the shift of attention away from him.

Prime chuckles. It isn’t with malice, thank god. 

“They might as well,” He picks up the cat with a surprising gentleness. Honestly, a few of the newer segments were surprised Prime didn't kick the poor thing.

“This is Zapolyarny Palace’s new royal cat - by order of Her Majesty.” Prime says with a flourish and barely restrained glee. Every segment in the room just stares at him, then at the cat, him again..is he serious? Since when was that a thing? If it has a title, does it have a job? Why then did it wander in here? Is it looking for pests? Impossible, the labs are kept meticulously – obsessively – clean (aside from the spill from earlier, must clean that up). A segment near the back raises his finger to ask a question but Prime cuts him off.

“As this cat has been blessed by the Tzaritsa, you will all treat them with respect. They may go where they please and none but the other harbingers and I may interact with it as I am now.” He puts the cat down and shoots a pointed look to the young segment, “You may return to your tasks. Oh and #7?”

“Yes, sir?” The little boy answers, slightly fearful of whatever punishment may come from dropping the cat.

“Do clean up this mess.”

And with that Prime Dottore leaves and all 7 segments stare at the now much more important feline sitting in front of the doorway

—-------------------------------------------------

A/N: hgnghgng sht im so so sorry this took like a month to write. I fell out of genshin and got obsessed with star wars and cries. I know its really short but im working on a part 2, just cant finish it cuz i have to sleep.

Taglist:

@etherisy @franc-1-s @assassinsnek101

(if you wanna be removed or added to the taglist pls comment)

[littleliterarylesbian]

MORE APOCALYPSE AU RAMBLES !!! Please 🥺 I am literally so in love with this au idea, I just know it’s going to be lovely

I AM LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THE FIRST CHAPTER ALREADY LOL

I shall mention some things that are going to be written in the first chapter as well as some new rambles (along with some of what i have alrdy written down under the cut :3)

First off, Regulus doesn't even remember his own name. He's super chill for the first like 1k words despite being surrounded by dead bodies and blood and waking up in a surgery room.

This is def going to be rated E. not even for violence i also plan to add some little steamy bits later teehee

Harry's last name? Fuck! Who knows! Not Regulus that's for sure!

Also Regulus is convinced that Harry isn't his kid due to how much Harry looks like James. (theres some reg in there too, Regulus just doesn't know what he looks like beyond having pale skin)

Harry is going to be causing problems right from the bat. He's a screamer. Loud baby he is.

Also sorry to disappoint but jegulus and the Black Brothers don't meet (or well... find each other) for a WHILE. I have people to kill off before hand.

But! Sirius and James (Peter is there too guys dw) are together being as codependent as ever (its actually so much worse)!

Regulus on the other hand starts out with nothing but a baby yall, he's kind of fucked.

anyway snippet!!!:

He stands, feet squishing against the tile as he walks up to the screaming infant. As soon as his face comes into view for the baby, it settles down. He watches it, tilting his head as it reaches up to him with wet eyes. Their skin is dark, darker than his own for sure, already has a head of hair with small curls already growing in. Grey eyes stare back at him, they're slightly too big for the baby's face he notes. There's a scar too, a staggering line branching out into other, smaller, lines. It's still slightly puffy, new. He pulls his eyes away from the baby's face when it raises their arms, still pouting and reaching out for him.

He takes a step back, ignoring the whine it brings out from the infant. It doesn't look like his baby. He looks down at his hands, staring at the pale skin that stretches across the bone and presses his lips together. It doesn't seem like his baby at all, why should he choose to care for it? He begins to take several steps back, going to continue looking around the room when the baby starts to wail again now that it can't see him. He looks to the crib and his eyes catch on the name on the side of the crib. It's slightly blood splattered, just like the metal of the crib itself, but it's there in big black ink. Harry J. Po- the blood covers everything else but something in the back of his mind twinges. Like a forgotten memory trying to push to the surface. It aches slightly, and the feeling i for nothing in the end as no memory comes to mind. He frowns, but pushes the thought away for later.

He steps back up to the baby and the wailing quiets down to sniffles. His frown deepens but he finally steps up to take the infant into his arms. A small grunt escapes from the back of his throat unbidden as he raises the baby, Harry, up. They're heavier then he first thought, though a big baby is a healthy one he supposes.

He takes a step back unconsciously, bare foot sliding for a second before he rights himself. He doesn't remember how he knows that. He can't remember if it's a saying or a general fact and that thought starts to eat at him. He rests Harry against his shoulder and the baby doesn't hesitate before burrowing his face in the crook of his neck.

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 13: Cold compress, Infection, “I don’t feel so good”

This was originally day 2’s fic, but looking at the prompts, I decided to swap them because they fit a little better. Course this one didn’t turn out exactly the way I wanted... *grumble grumble*

Also my medical research was a bit stymied by a lot of “if this happens you’re dead basically” but this is fiction so I decided it was fine. He’s fine. Dw.

Read on ao3

Warnings: injury, infected injury, intense symptoms that arise from infected injury.

————————————————————

Warriors hurried through the woods, nearly tripping on a root as the setting sun shone in his eyes through the trees.

He’d been away from the cave where he’d left Four for more than an hour now, collecting water and looking for signs of the others, and leaving the smithy alone had sent his stomach into knots, even though it had been a necessary trip.

He and Four had been separated from the others after a portal the night before, dropped right into a rough fight. Warriors was only superficially injured, but Four had gotten a nasty gash that went nearly from his ankle to his knee.

They’d done their best to clean and bandage it, but they had no potions and few supplies, and the smithy had lost a lot of blood. He put on a brave face, but was obviously in a lot of pain, and couldn’t even stand without Warriors holding him up.

“I’ll be fine,” he’d said before Warriors had left, but the captain had heard the tremble in his voice, despite the easy-going grin Four had shot him.

And Warriors had left him anyway.

You had no other option, he tried to tell himself as the small cave where he and Four had hunkered down came into view. We needed more water, and that stream was the closest one. Leaving him completely undefended and barely able to move was your only option...

Warriors quickly brushed past the handful of vines that half-obscured the opening, and looked around, breathing heavily from his run.

“Smithy?” he asked as he caught his breath, and the small lump near the wall shifted slightly, revealing a few wayward strands of blond hair.

Warriors let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sight and went over to the pile. Two eyes peered at him through tired sockets, pale cheeks making the grey of Four’s eyes seem even brighter, and for a moment when they caught the light, they almost seemed to shine with a faint iridescence.

“...Wars?” Four mumbled, and Warriors quickly got to a knee next to him, studying the smithy.

Perhaps it was because he’d been away from him for a while, but Four looked significantly worse than he had just an hour ago, pale and weak, trembling when he moved. He seemed even smaller like this, and terribly young, but Warriors firmly shook his worry aside, placing a gentle hand on his forehead. The heat that met him made his heart sink, and he leaned back, feeling dread creep up his spine.

If Four had a fever, that could only mean two things, neither of them good.

“You’re back,” Four murmured in a tired voice, and Warriors nodded, guilt threatening to knock him over with its intensity.

“Yes. I’m so sorry I was gone as long as I was,” he apologized quietly, and Four hummed.

“S’okay. I was fine.”

Warriors looked at him a moment, then asked if he could check his bandages.

Four mumbled an affirmative as he stretched out his leg, and Warriors gently began removing the bandages, trying to convince himself that Four’s skin was merely hot from being wrapped in a blanket. He pulled the bandages loose, and stopped short, heart sinking at the sight underneath confirming what he had suspected.

The gash was now an angry red, inflamed and radiating heat. The edges had hints of pus around them, an unpleasant smell hitting his nose, and Warriors swallowed, setting aside the old bandages and wishing fervently he had more supplies.

Infection had set in.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Four murmured when he continued to stare, and Warriors nodded, dread hollowing out his chest. “....it infected?”

“Yes,” Warriors said steadily, hoping his voice didn’t betray his fear. “But I’ll get you through it until the others find us. You’ll be fine Smithy.”

“That’s good...”

He went silent, and Warriors got to work cleaning the wound as best as he could, murmuring apologies whenever Four flinched. The bandages were replaced overtop it, and Warriors leaned back, looking over his work. He had laughably few supplies to be dealing with an infection, or really any injury, but he did his best.

No worse then some of the supply shortages in the war.

He could handle this.

“Wars..?” Four murmured a little bit after he finished, and the captain looked down at him, still swaddled in blankets.

“Yes smithy?”

Four looked at him a moment, his grey eyes looking unnaturally bright, then he closed them, turning his head to the side.

“...I don’t feel so good,” Four admitted quietly.

And that more than anything else that had happened today made Warriors’ heart stop with fear. Four never admitted to feeling anything less than fine.

Ever.

Warriors swallowed, and pushed down the panic that was threatening to constrict him. Focus on the problem!

“Can you try eating something?” Warriors said quietly. “You need to keep up your strength.”

Four nodded in reply, and Warriors handed him some of the food they had, watching him nibble silently at the bread. He only managed about half before stopping, and Warriors helped him lie back down, unable to stop himself from feeling his forehead again.

It seemed even hotter, and he quietly sent up a prayer, hoping fervently that Four would only improve.

Goddesses please let this be mild.

But as the sun sank below the horizon and twilight set in, Four grew more and more hazy, taking longer to reply to Warriors’ questions, hands shaking when he reached for water. With every star that appeared, his shivers increased, and Warriors soon found himself waging war against Four’s raging fever.

The smithy kept turning from side to side, seeming like he just couldn’t get comfortable no matter how he lay. Sweat poured down his face, and Warriors had to stop him from getting up more than once, his addled brain making him forget he was injured.

He’d deteriorated so rapidly, Warriors was beginning to wonder if Four had already been sick.

The smithy moaned, and Warriors replaced the damp cloth over his forehead after it was knocked off yet again, sighing as he brushed some dirt off of it.

“Wars...” Four croaked, and the captain ran a hand through his hair, fingers catching on the sweaty strands.

“I’m here smithy, you’re alright,” he said softly, and Four closed his eyes, face screwed up in a wince.

“Wh-where’s everyone else..?” he asked, cracking his eyes open again.

“We were separated, remember Four?” Warriors reminded him. “I’m sure they’re nearby, they’ll be here soon. I know they have potions, so as soon as they get here we’ll fix you up.”

“Oh... good,” he said hazily, then shivered as he closed his eyes. “Not feeling s-so great...”

“I know, just hang on Smithy,” Warriors said quietly, running his hand through his hair again. “You’ll be okay.”

Four leaned into the touch, and soon fell asleep, still shivering on and off. Warriors tucked him a little closer to his side, and made sure he was wrapped fully in the blanket. All he could really do was keep Four comfortable, and try to ease his symptoms until the others found them.

He just hoped it would be enough.

Warriors spent most of the night in a light doze, tending to Four and keeping an ear out for anything approaching the cave. Sometime before dawn Four began to whimper, and Warriors calmed him down, wiping the sweat from his face yet again. His worry only grew stronger as he felt his temperature, and he looked down at the smithy in dismay.

Four looked dazed where he was lying, his eyes half-lidded, shivers wracking through his body. Warriors had never seen him so fragile-looking before, and it... scared him, honestly.

Warriors admittedly didn’t know all that much about Four, not compared to some of the others. But he knew that he was an experienced young man, and possessed a surprising strength for his size, in both physical and mental capacities. Four always came across as so put-together, strong in the face of pain, and dependable to a fault.

Seeing him laid up by an infection, shivering and moaning, and pale as a sheet, worried Warriors more then he’d care to admit.

He’d never seen Four like this.

Warriors sighed, and leaned away to rifle through his bag yet again, hoping he’d find some supplies he’d somehow missed. But a hand grabbed at his arm, hot and shaking, and he looked back to see Four’s expression had turned to a frantic one, eyes wide and scared.

“Don’... don’ leave...” Four breathed, his voice slurred and panicked. “Don’...”

“I’m not going to leave,” Warriors soothed as he leaned back to where he had been, wiping Four’s face again. “I’m staying right here.”

A violent shiver wracked through him, and Warriors moved Four so he was more on his lap, hoping his body heat would help warm him up. Four whimpered and turned into Warriors’ chest, and the captain ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, firmly squashing his fear.

Four would be fine. He was strong. He would be able to fight through this until the others came.

The words were harder to believe the next day when Four was in even worse shape.

His temperature was blistering hot, so much that Warriors was beginning to run out of water to dip the cloth in. He thought about heading to the stream again, but the thought of leaving Four alone in his condition made his stomach churn. Leaving Four by himself wasn’t an option, unless it was a matter of life or death.

It may come to that, he thought grimly as Four moaned, sweat pouring down his face.

“Z-Zel...” he murmured, shivering under the blankets Warriors had placed over him. “Vio, y-you have t...”

Four’s feverish gaze caught on Warriors’ scarf, and his eyes widened, reaching a hand out towards him.

“W-Wars, don’...” he whispered, and Warriors took his hand in his. “I’m not crazy, I’m n-not... I’m not...”

A tear trickled down his cheek, and Warriors gently squeezed his hand.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Four,” he said in a reassuring voice, and Four closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“Everyone does...” he whimpered, more tears falling. “Th-they say I talk to nothing, a-and my shadow... they don’t think Zel should b-be near... me...”

He let out a hiccupy sob, and Warriors tucked him more into his arms, rubbing his back to try and calm him down.

“Shh, smithy, you’re alright,” he said, and Four buried his head in his lap, a muffled sob escaping him.

“I’m not crazy... I’m not crazy...” Four cried into his tunic, and Warriors continued to hold him until his breathing evened out, and he fell back asleep.

Warriors held him a little tighter, and cleaned his wound again, using up the last of his bandages.

Please, let them find us.

The hours ticked by with nary a sign of anyone aside from themselves, and Four grew weaker every time Warriors checked. He could barely get him to eat anything, no less drink, and his feverish rambling had mostly petered out, replaced only with occasional, faint mumbling.

Warriors never let him go, dutifully cleaning his wound, helping him drink water, and calming him down when he suddenly started crying or otherwise reacted strangely.

Four abruptly woke up again and started gasping that the mirror was broken, and no matter what Warriors did he couldn’t get him to calm down, the smithy either ignoring Warriors’ presence or completely unaware of it.

“Link, easy, you’re safe,” Warriors said soothingly, but Four only panicked even more, nearly throwing himself out of Warriors’ arms.

“He wants to marry her!” Four screamed, and tried to jump to his feet. Warriors put an arm around him to stop him from moving, and Four thrashed, surprisingly strong. “No! No, no no l-lemme go!”

“Four, please, it’s okay,” Warriors tried, and Four screamed again, though it quickly dissolved into more sobbing.

“No, no no no sh-she’s dead...” he wailed, and Warriors held him tight to his chest, trying to comfort him in the only way his addled brain could understand. “Th-the bell... E-Ezlo we were too late.”

He let out an agonized sob, then stared up at Warriors’ face, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Then he abruptly fell limp.

Warriors’ heart skipped a beat as all of Four’s frantic resisting stopped, and his head fell against his arm.

“Smithy?” he asked, but Four didn’t reply, and Warriors quickly turned him over, careful not to jar his leg. “Link. Link.”

Four didn’t move, and Warriors pressed an ear to his chest, blood roaring in his ears. Come on Four, please...

A faint breath rattled under his ear, and Warriors exhaled in relief, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He was still alive. He still had time.

But now he had a choice.

He could stay here, in a defensible position, safe from monsters and other dangers, or... try and find help.

It wouldn’t be the best for Four to be moved, not with his leg injured, and the overall state he was in. But between sitting here and watching more and more life drain out of him, or be out and actively searching for a way to help...

Warriors closed his eyes, and began to shove things into his pouch.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Staying here wasn’t doing Four any favors.

At least out of the cave, they’d have a chance of finding a town, one with a doctor, or maybe even a fairy loose in the forest. If they were truly fortunate they’d come across the others, but Warriors wasn’t confident in that regard.

They might not even be in the same era as us.

Warriors finished collecting all of his things, and he nudged Four, hoping for a reaction of some kind.

Nothing.

“Come on Smithy. We’re going to find the others,” Warriors said softly, and pulled Four up into his arms, blankets and all. “Or a fairy or something, but we’re not waiting here any longer.”

Four’s head flopped against his shoulder, and Warriors got him settled, making sure his leg especially was secure and wouldn’t be knocked around.

Then he set off into the woods, the late afternoon sun lighting his path.

The weight of Four in his arms was a familiar one, and as Warriors trotted quickly along, he couldn’t help but think back to during the war, and carrying around a different blond hero.

He’d ended up carrying Mask around more than once, but he remembered one incident in particular where Mask had broken his ankle, and Warriors had had to carry him since he could barely move. Mask had nearly complained his ear off at not being able to walk, but he’d rested his head on Warriors’ shoulder anyway, and in the end, fallen asleep in his arms.

Four let out a weak moan, and Warriors sped up his pace. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in memories.

The woods went by at a steady pace, Warriors keeping a sharp eye out for any herbs or fairies or anything that could help Four. His eye didn’t catch on anything though, and all he could do was keep walking as the sun began to go down, and the shadows grew longer.

Four remained almost completely still in his arms, and Warriors stopped more than once to make sure he was still breathing. It was hard to make out, but it was there, and as long as Four was fighting, Warriors would keep walking.

As long as it took.

A flicker of light caught his eye, and Warriors turned to it, immediately hopeful.

“Hello?” he called, then immediately cursed himself for giving himself away. If it was a monster, they were dead.

But Four doesn’t have much longer anyway.

The light flickered again, and Warriors stayed still as he watched it, on guard, but hopeful. A blue, glowing creature abruptly poked its head up, and Warriors stared, watching as it wiggled its... antennae?

Is that a rabbit? he thought wonderingly, staring at the little creature in awe. He’d never seen one before, only heard stories. It’s cute I guess... in a weird sort of way.

“...Can you help me?” he asked, slowly crouching down while still holding Four to his chest. “My friend needs to be healed, he’s... he’s sick.”

The rabbit tilted it’s head, then hopped an inch or two forward, it’s heart-shaped face turned towards Four. It’s nose twitched slightly, then it bolted away and disappeared into a shower of sparkles.

Warriors stared, then closed his eyes in disappointment. He should have known better. Strange magical creatures in the woods were rarely helpful, unless they were fairies.

Four let out a weak murmur, and Warriors pressed his forehead to the smithy’s burning one.

“I’m sorry Four,” he apologized in a whisper, listening to his labored breathing. “I’m so sorry.”

A faint flicker of light caught his eye again, and Warriors raised his head, meeting the golden eyes of the blue rabbit.

It blinked at him, then tilted its head, almost as if it was beckoning him towards him. Warriors carefully got to his feet and took a step forward, and the rabbit twitched it’s antennae, taking a hop away from him. Warriors repeated the action, and the rabbit hopped again, and he began to follow it through the woods, hope starting to rise in his chest.

The sun began to disappear behind the tree trunks, the sky darkening and making the glow of the rabbit stick out more.

Warriors continued to follow, Four growing heavy in his arms. He was still sore from the battle that Four had been injured in, and gotten barely any sleep the night before. He was tired, and aching, and nearly sick with fear for Four, but he kept going, Four’s head tucked under his chin.

The rabbit suddenly stopped in its tracks, raising itself up onto its haunches and twitching its nose. Warriors stopped as well, and the rabbit met his eyes again, glowing softly in the darkness of the woods.

“Captain?!”

Warriors’ head shot to the side, and he nearly fell to his knees in relief as Sky and Wild ran towards him, their worried faces lit by a glowing rod Wild held.

“We’ve been looking for you for days Captain! After that portal we were all together except you and— what happened to Four?” Wild asked, and Warriors closed his eyes as Sky put a worried hand on Four’s head.

“Infection. We need to get him to camp,” he managed to get out, worry for Four one of the few things still fueling him. Sky gave him a searching look as Wild immediately began to lead them back the way they came, and Warriors didn’t resist when he gave him a bit of support.

“How did you find us?” Sky asked, and Warriors glanced back at the rabbit, not surprised to see the creature was nowhere to be found.

“...long story,” he settled with, and Four murmured something in his arms as Sky nodded in silence. Warriors held the smithy tighter, and ran a hand through his hair.

Hold on Four. You’re safe now, you’ll be okay.

Just hold on.

[just-a-carrot]

Since I’m being rapidly sucked into the mouthwashing fandom, I have a somewhat related question(though one that you can answer without knowing about said fandom dw). For some reason, pre-wonderland Iggy, Genzou, Orlam, Gidget and Bucks just so coincidentally happen to sign up for the same job-a half a year long space delivery mission(the ship is big with a good amount of room to walk around but still only like. 2-3 bigger common rooms and otherwise smaller cubicles for each person. However, half way through the ship crashes and they’re left stranded in space with little hope of survival. What kind of absolute horrors do you think would unravel as the cast began to show their worst sides out of the pure desperation of the situation as well as being isolated together in the very same company for so long?

oh gosh interesting

i indeed don't know anything about mouthwashing besides the basic premise and the fact that i've seen a lot of posts about it from time to time come across my feed. thinking about the OW chars being trapped in a ship like that though is very interesting (reminds me slightly of a fic i wrote a long time ago for a much different fandom, though that one turned ridiculously tragic rather than horrific, so it's a concept in general that has already somewhat fascinated me before... and it's also somewhat in the same vein as the other side game i'd like to eventually make, though that has nothing to do with space and is more just about the idea of being trapped somewhere together)

it's hard for me to say really without putting a lot more thought into it though exactly how i think it would all go down. tensions would start to get really high for sure, especially if we're talking about pre-wonderland so they're all kinda on edge and at their worst with the potential for things to go rapidly downhill. ahhhh... it's really interesting to think about but i can think of a variety of different possibilities for how things could happen so i don't really want to say any one certain way things would go down. though i could see genzou and orlam's fighting getting worse and worse. gidget trying to hold the group together but starting to lose it from the lack of control and starting to get really controlling. bucks completely going silent and ominous and just being this creepy looming presence that the rest of the group is afraid could snap at any point. and iggy seeing everyone fall apart becoming more and more full of anxiety and despair and starting to have worse and worse panic attacks. but where it could go from there is something i'd really have to sit through and think about

[aso-bi]

DIY LoZ Sheikah Slate

Thought it's about time I shared the birthday gift I made for my bestie @tsukinoshinjiu! It's a custom Sheikah Slate! So I'm gonna share how I made it... (finished images at the bottom!)

First I started by looking at in-game references for it and getting a general feel of what it looks like, what pieces I'd need, and what the general shape would be like. I wanted it to be a special box of sorts, so they could hide little treasures or letters...

After getting the general feel of the colors and shapes I'd need as well as what would be sunken and what would pop out, I looked for some measurements I could base myself off of. Luckily I found a Reddit post of someone who'd already done the hard work for me.

I tweaked the sizes slightly (namely putting them in a measurement system I could actually understand) then opened up SketchUp to model it out and simulate my rough idea.

I really wanted to stay true to the rounded corners, so I went for a layered technique, using 3 mm wooden slates.

So I created a "base" piece, a "body" piece, and a "lid" piece. In the end, it ended up being 5 body pieces, 1 base, and 1 lid. (And no, I didn't have access to 6 mm wood, otherwise, I'd simply done 2 6mm pieces for the body instead) In total, the depth was roughly 2.2 cm

Once that was ready, I laid out a simple graphic for my cutter. In it you can see the measurements:

Height: 25,33 cm (~10 in.)

Width: 15,33 cm (6 in.)

Depth: 2.2 cm (0.8 in.)

(yes I named it 6mm, I mistyped dw about it) Once that was done, I looked at the front again and opened up Illustrator to make the vector path for the cutter. I had barely used Illustrator before so I had to learn while I was doing it *sweats* but I got it done, and here's what it looks like. I saved it as .eps (vector) so the cutter could read it.

Once that was done, all that was left was to wait for the cutter to be done with my pieces....

Then I immediately started painting and organizing! Decided to start with something small, so I chose the little triangles, I took them apart and painted each piece individually, then with some scotch tape I held them together and put them aside. Next I painted the main piece as well as the lid, body, and base. I glued the layers first then painted them, same with the rest. The handle was especially fun to do and I think it turned out especially pretty. Always working my way up to the smaller colors. Once all those pieces were painted I glued them in place.

The little lines really tested my pulse *sweats again* I don't think they're perfect, but I tried my best (the circle around the eye is especially scuffed)

Not pictured (because I forgor) I made little stops on the bottom of the lid so it could stay in place and be used as a box. I used some thick 2mm hard grey board to make 4 little rounded stops and glued them to the bottom of the lid. When I was done, I sprayed the entire thing in a shiny finisher!

The inside had a special engraving since I'd originally wanted to throw in the Korok Bookmark I'd made for them in there as a surprise, but since this gift had lagged behind for a while, the bookmark was sent ahead of time along with the other goodies I'd prepared for their bday.

Once it was all ready I threw in some other goodies inside and packaged it for the mail! They got it last week and the reaction was...

In the end, the slate arrived a little later than I had wanted, but it got there in one place and the unboxing video I got from them was priceless hehehe.

So yea, that was my adventure making a custom Sheikah Slate as a bday gift! If I eventually remake it, I'll try to make it look even closer to the original.

And if anyone would like to try their hand at making it, go ahead! If there's interest for the files I'll find a way to make them available as well.

Bye bye!

[bentosandbox]

don't block me for this bento lol but while yes i get that her being Huge is hyperbole, i just can't suspend my disbelief that her being tall for a typical IRL asian woman jives with her in-game quote about having trouble getting through doors. she's the only op (outside mudrock i guess) who even has such a line, while men bigger than her have no problems or worries about banging their heads off the supposed tiny doorframe. i'm just being nitpicky about environmental implications i guess lol like why does she have this problem that no one else seems to have. gacha be gacha c'est la vie

also, what was the right line hoshi said to bagpipe? this is the first i've heard of it being mistranslated? :o (thank you for your TL work btw you're one of the few bastions of sense in this wasteland)

you're welcome + all good dw i have a pretty high block threshold for better or worse

Yeah i get it! BUT here is my copium reasoning

184cm + horn height (if as long as her face + average face length = 20cm) + boot heel height (about 3cm) = 207cm which is just very slightly over average door height (here?) which is 205cm and my view is that just slightly missing a few cm is way more troublesome than going through a door that's obviously smaller than your height since you'll definitely know when to duck than having a perceived illusion that you can make it through without bending down a little and then BANG the rhodes door frame has a little hole or something

I mentioned it here in a little rant i did last july but i'll explain it more in detail below (i thought i did before somewhere. probably twitter but i can't find it so i'll just do another one here)

I'll do a more literal TL first

风笛: 那个......我的钱包和护照都丢在莱塔尼亚了。 Bagpipe: Um...I lost both my wallet and passport while I was in Leithanien. 星熊: ......我是不是该佩服你？ Hoshiguma: ...Should I be admiring you? 风笛: ——被炸得一点不剩了。 Bagpipe: ——They got blown up with not even a shred left. 星熊: 我确实该佩服你。 Hoshiguma: Indeed, I should be admiring you.

And 佩服 really does mean admire

'what's wrong then' But admire has like 2 main definitions

And whoever translated it went with the second definition instead of the first; it's not admire in the 'oooo you have an admirer' (someone who fancies you) way, it's admire in the 'wow i admire your tenacity to make your way all the way from Londinium to Lungmen even after almost getting blown to bits otw'

'what makes you so sure its that reading over the other' just read the context of the conversation + I'm well aware of my bias for the JP loc but like. it's because their TL track record is pretty good (esp with characterisation) so I sometimes check it to double confirm my readings, and they use 褒める here which is homeru for you weebs and for everyone else

So back to the lines, admire sounds strange in context, but the idea is that hoshi is so impressed by her tenacity that she goes 'wow should i praise you?' so I would use 'impress' here

Bagpipe: Um...I lost both my wallet and passport while I was in Leithanien. Hoshiguma: ...Should I be impressed? Bagpipe: ——They got blown up with not even a shred left. Hoshiguma: Yeah, I should be. (Or 'Yeah, that's pretty impressive.' to flow better but it loses the 'should' which I prefer because Hoshi has a tendency to be very passive in her speech)

also also sorry i need to get this out lol i know they want swire to be as bratty as possible or whatever but :\ aghdgfhfgffff as someone who also calls their dad 爸爸 with cantonese tones and not mandarin im just really fucking bummed ok the rep would have been cool it, also has the slightly childish vibe to it that 'daddy' has so (without the discord kitten vibes even /shrug) Yuxia calls her dad 爸 if anyone was wondering

bonus since i mentioned chen's op rec in that og post

insane that swire's oprec was the last of her batch and chen is the first of the batch after so theyre next to each other in the medal list

TL is fine for the most part but man this is some 'parents making you call them by their first name' level of americanization (they took out most of the 警司 especially the one in their 'first' meeting??naur way...)