#ally again teehee

[yakozy]

Baba posting :))

[reverieblondie]

Be Sweet to Me

Chapter 3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: Eventual smut, Pining, Teasing, Inquires, and Drinking Alternating POVs, What the hell is happening!!

Summary: You find him hurt and bleeding out... super hero or not you have to help him... he's your friend...

A/N: Oh hey... Miggy, I've missed you and this story. If your still following along we will be finishing this story... I have plans... teehee.

Chapter: 2 <- ///////// -> Chapter: 4

Series Masterlist, ATSV Masterlist

It feels like your lungs are on fire as you run through the dark streets. The red and blue lights of the officers' cars cascade over the dark pavement and glow against the buildings. You're careful not to call his name or look suspicious as you pass them, but once out of range, you're back to calling his name as you run down every dark alley. 

Part of you knows that you probably can't do much for the wounded hero, but you want to try…if there is a slight chance it's Miguel, you want to help him. 

Passing by an ally, you're about to rush past it, but a soft rustling causes you to pause from your sprint to look towards the ally. Your slow footsteps echo through the concrete walls, making the rustling stop suddenly. 

"Hello?…" 

Your timid question is greeted with nothingness. Though you are not deterred, you know you heard something. Walking forward, you strain your eyes through the darkness to scan around for any clue, and that's when you see the dark dribbles of blood on the pavement. 

"Spider-man?" 

-still nothing…

Scrunching up some courage, you ball your hands into a fist and try again, "Miguel…"

Doubt starts to swell in your chest, and you feel dread crawling through you. Are you…too late?

"Miguel… Please, if-if you're here I want to help you…please, Mig…" Your voice slightly gives as your worry is getting the better of you…Tears threatening to fall from your eyes. 

“You…You shouldn’t…be here…” 

The familiar voice calls from the darkness, making your eyes widen. Hearing the voice gives you a slight feeling of relief, but not fully; you still need to make sure he is okay, and from the sound of his strained voice, you're not too sure of his state. 

"Miguel!" You call out to him before rushing towards the groan he gives from you shouting his name -probably not the best idea… but you can't help from the relive you feel from hearing his voice. 

As you get closer, you pause when you see the two red glowing eyes in the darkness. 

Walking up slowly, you keep your eyes on his glowing ones. Finally, you get close enough to see him fully. Miguel's large body is slumped, leaning against the building for support. Those red eyes are narrow as he studies your approach. His breaths are labored as he clutches his bleeding side. The outfit is a hoodie that is stained by blood.

Your hands cover your mouth as you try to swallow down your growing panic. It doesn't look good, and fueled by your instincts, you drop to your knees, trying to reach him, to somehow help him up and get him to safety. However, as you try to cup his face, Miguel quickly turns away. Though littered with grim and bruises, his face is still in that same scowl like always. The immediate rejection hurts, but you know deep down he's just scared and unsure, and you can't blame him for that.

"Miguel, I-"

"Leave." His voice cuts you off, that habit of his that makes your eye twitch most days... 

Taking a deep breath, you meet his eyes again. You're not going to let him push you away, not now, not when he needs help. He's getting your help whether he

Like it or not.

Swallowing down your nerves, you reach out again, but this time, he catches your wrist, his intense eyes not breaking away from yours.

"I told you to leave..." -the distrust…

"No, Miguel... I know you don't trust me, but you're hurt, whether you like it or not. I'm going to help you." Miguel's face contorted with thought, and you ended up getting your wrist free and grabbing his arm instead. "Miguel, please trust me. If I really wanted to betray you, I would have done so already!"

Miguel stares at you. You can see in his eyes all the thoughts swirling in his head. Finally, he sighs, the one he does when he knows you've made a point. You smile on the inside, using all your energy to help him up. But you really doubt your much help. 

"Come on, I live close by. We need to get you hidden and patched up." Slinging his arm over your shoulder, you can't help but get a bit winded when you try to lift his weight. Your arm wraps around Miguel's waist, trying to avoid his bleeding side. Miguel lets out a muffled sorry, adjusting before you two head towards your apartment, trying your best not to seem suspicious.  

Though that might be hard, considering it looks like you're dragging a 6'9 man around…

He tries so hard to keep his breathing steady and his cool, but his situation is making it rather difficult…

"I know I have one somewhere, so just hold on!"

Miguel opens his eyes, taking a deep breath. "You're panicking, of course. You just found out your co-worker is Spider-Man, and now he's trying not to bleed out on your couch." Miguel would have been worried if you weren't panicking. That's not the only thing roaming through his mind. How did you figure it out? He had been so careful…

Then a shiver runs through him... What if you're one of those crazed stalkers, one that's been watching him for months and figured out his secret!

Miguel scans your apartment for clues, but everything seems normal and cozy. It's clear you don't have a lavish place, but it's homey. It's filled with things like nicknacks and art, pillows and blankets on every piece of furniture, and a bowl of fruit in your kitchen. Miguel assumes it's for anyone to just grab a snack whenever they get slightly peckish. Your apartment is a clear representation of you, friendly and inviting.

As he stands to take in your space further, he is reminded that even though he has regeneration, he still feels the pain fully. Due to his exhausted state, his body doesn't want to heal as fast as it usually does. This is going to be a long night…

"Found it!" Your voice cheers, and before Miguel knows it, you're rushing to his side with what looks to be a hardly used first aid kit. Though your voice is cheerful, your hands tremble as you try to open the kit. It looks like your panic is worse than he thought.

Miguel can't stand to look at you struggling much longer as he finally grabs your shaking hands. Of course, when he does, it feels like soft lighting warming through him. He meets your eyes and sees them as wide as saucers, though he can tell you're trying…

Miguel lets out a long sigh as he lets go of your hands, wincing as he does, "Do you have any alcohol?"

You keep your eyes in an unblinking stare as they slowly slide over to his side, still wet with blood. Then you nod, rushing off to grab it from its cabinet. Miguel hardly has a second to breathe before you run back in with a bottle of tequila. Well, that's one kind of alcohol…

"I-I... Well, I have this..." You say, lifting the bottle. Miguel must have made a face because you immediately start backpedaling. "Oh, wait, you probably meant rubbing alcohol!"

Of course, you start rambling again, and Miguel doesn't think he can take bleeding out and listen to your panic at the same time, so without saying anything, he simply leans forward, plucking the bottle from your fingers. Miguel winces from the pain before undoing the cap and taking big gulps from the bottle. He thinks this might have perfectly tuned you out for a moment, but when he looks over, you're just staring at him gobsmacked.

Once satisfied, he returned the bottle to you, saying, "Take some…" To his surprise, you actually did take a swig before coughing from the burn.

The sight alone is enough for him to forget this odd situation and scoff a quick laugh.

You look up at him, trying to mask your grimace, "Why did you have me do that?" 

Miguel keeps his face neutral as he looks down at the wound, starting to wipe away the blood with a towel. At least he's beginning to stop bleeding... 

"I didn't think you actually would… But it helps numb the pain, and hopefully, with enough, it will calm you down." You give him a frown at his quip. Miguel can tell you to give your own comeback, but before you can, he clicks his watch and makes the top of his suit disappear. He waits for your response as he begins to patch himself up, taking the alcohol and pouring it on his side before quickly wiping it away. The contact stings enough for him to hiss. It's not rubbing alcohol, but those lizards can be nasty, and he can't risk infection… 

Miguel looks up to see what your problem is, and that's when he sees your eyes wide on him and your face thoroughly flushed. He lifts a brow towards you, and all you can do is swipe up the tequila bottle for one more gulp before placing it back and excusing yourself. 

Well, at least he knows how to finally shut you up…

Your face feels like you have a fever, and now you're here. Hiding out in your bathroom. It's all so surreal; you were right... Miguel is Spider-man; this whole time, you thought drugs, or maybe he was sneaking off a quick fuck. But no, he's simply putting on a costume and fighting crime. Like that's normal... 

And what's with that suit?! Why is it just dissolving away? Revealing his immaculate build like that… Did he design it? Well, duh, this is Miguel the brain… is it nanobots? A hologram… is he wearing underwear? Because you have not seen one underwear line… 

Shaking your head, you force yourself to think about more pressing things, like what this means for you and for him. What is supposed to happen next? Does he trust you? Do you trust him? You want to, but is he hiding more secrets?

Not that you can really blame him for this huge secret... It's just so weird... Miguel is always so dependable, quiet, and hardworking. He's juggling a whole other life; how can anyone manage that without imploding? Then again, he has been tired lately…

Actually, the more you think about it,  the more obvious it is. They do have the same builds… same butts… and that's because it's the same guy! Guess people can recognize each other by their asses. 

Perhaps people just don't pay close enough attention to others...

With a breath, you look to your mirror and decide with everything you should wash your face to bring yourself back to reality a bit and hopefully fix your bright red cheeks in the process. As you splash water on your face, the cold water starts to ground you, and you feel the panic begin to fade slowly. Hopefully, he's done bleeding… Maybe you should look up how to stitch up someone? Or wait, doesn't he heal fast? Maybe make him some soup to get his energy up? -does he eat soup… there was a rumor he drank blood for energy…

You reach for your towel to wipe your face but can't find it. Peaking through one eye to see it, you meet with your towel... floating? Not only is your hand towel floating, but your toothpaste, hair brush, and hair dryer—everything is floating around like it's suspended in water or something. Looking over to the door, you see a kaleidoscope of colors shining from underneath. What the hell is Miguel doing now?!

Rushing out of the bathroom back to your living room, you see the floating happening everywhere. In the middle of your living room, you see an odd-looking, colorful portal pulsing. You look over at Miguel, who's just standing there watching the portal with a glare. Naturally, you do the wise thing and hide behind Miguel's back for cover. Sure, you're touching him while he's shirtless, feeling his smooth skin that is so incredibly hot. 

Miguel must feel your clinging because he suddenly speaks to you as he keeps his eyes forward: "Don't be scared. We're okay."

We're okay?! How is he so calm! You lean in further to look at the old thing, but you feel Miguel's large arm holding you back as his hand rests on your hip. Looking up at him he doesn't meet your eyes, but the furrow in his brow and the set of his jaw, you know this look… he's irritated.

"How can you say we are okay? There's a... thing in my apartment!" You say frantically, holding onto his massive arm like it alone could save you. 

"Because I know the people on the other side." 

Before you can ask anything further, a figure begins to appear, and you cling tighter to Miguel. The closer they get, the more you can make out its appearance. Tall with fluffy brown hair, he looks a little bit older than you and Miguel. Then his outfit—red and blue spandex—with a spider in the middle of the chest! Once fully through, you see the man smiling towards Miguel. 

"Miguel! You're okay; we were worried!" The man greets Miguel with a smile. He looks like he might go in for a hug until Miguel snaps at him.

"Peter, why are you here? You shouldn't be here!" Miguel's hand tightens on your hip. You swear you feel slight poking. 

Peter, apparently, tilts his head confused, asking why. Before finally taking a look around the space, the man lets out a quick, "Huh, no wonder it wasn't the usual place?" 

As the hazel-eyed man looks around, he spots you clinging to Miguel's arm. Peter lifts his brow, showing clear confusion before it changes to a mischievous smirk. 

"Am I interrupting?" Peter wags his eyebrows up and down for further effect. Miguel is not amused by the intruder, which only makes Peter laugh more. As he does, his gaze goes back to you before stilling. He observes you like he's thinking hard before suddenly snapping his fingers and pointing at you in recognition. "It's you! I thought you looked familiar your the-"

Before he can reveal more, Miguel is letting go of your hip and slapping his hand over Peter's mouth, restoring his spider suit to normal. "Peter, quite." He turns to you, his eyes intense. And you... you're coming with us..."

You blink at him for a moment before responding… "Where are we going?" 

Miguel steps closer, invading your space as he looms over you, "HQ." 

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Heist

Mob!Azriel x reader AU

Note: another day another Mob!Az fic for you all to think about teehee.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood

You giggled as Azriel lightly nipped at your cheek, his hand trying to sneak into the bowl of cookie dough. “Az,” you laugh out, smacking his hand away. “You can have some later when the rest of the Boy Scouts show up.”

Azriel rolls his eyes at the nickname. “I’ve told you, we are not Boy Scouts, we are-”

“A highly trained and dangerous group of powerful families that are allied.” You say, mimicking the overused statement. “Yes, yes I know Azzy, geez.” You tease, bumping him with your hip.

Moving from his grasp you bustle around the kitchen grabbing ingredients and plates. Azriel’s kitchen was gorgeous, and criminally under utilized. When you moved in it was all black and white, barely any ingredients or extra appliances.

“Oh this won’t do.” You had told Azriel, demanding you go shopping for every and anything you’d ever need for a kitchen. You gave the place a complete makeover, painting the walls and cabinets a lovely sage green and replacing the countertops. Adding an island and dark wood table and cushions to the breakfast nook the room was complete.

Coming back to stand between Azriel and the island you start scooping out the cookies. “You really don’t have to do this, you know.” You shrug, a generous scoop of dough and chocolate chips falling from your spoon. “I want to. Plus, I never really got to bake since work took up too much time. And your meetings go on forever, you guys absolutely need snacks.”

Leaning down Azriel presses a kiss to the back of your head. “You’re amazing, my love.” He says softly. You lean back into his chest, tilting your head back to stare at his pretty face. Turning, you hold up a finger with dough on it. Azriel’s eyes light up at the treat, licking it from your finger. Pushing up on your toes you peck his lips, murmuring, “I love you.”

Before Azriel could pull you to him and go for a more heated kiss, Rhys walks in, clearing his throat. “They’re here Az.” He nods at his brother, signaling Rhys’s dismissal.

A heavy sigh leaves his nose. Holding your face, Azriel gives you one last kiss. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

An hour later you were balancing a tea tray laden with chocolate chip cookies in your hands. The guard at the door smiles at you, knocking and opening one of the double doors for you. You nod in thanks as you quietly make your way to the occupied half of the table.

It was a small group today. Only Helion, Eris, Kal and their second and third in commands, along with a few other key members of their organizations. Reaching between Helion and Rhysand, you gently place the tray in the middle of the table.

The men looked hesitant to reach for the snack at first, but also didn’t want to be rude. “Thank you, my love.” Azriel says, giving you a small smile from his place at the head of the table. “Of course,” you whisper.

Azriel leads the conversation back to their plans, “Now, we can’t stand for this. The Molina family made us look like fools and trust me gentleman, that will not happen again. This robbery has to be big.” Odd, you thought to yourself, Azriel’s MO isn’t home robberies.

The pictures of the mansion in question spread across the table caught your eye. It’s familiarity had you titling your head, wracking your brain for where you’d seen it before.

then it hit you. The paintings on the wall! You knew them because you delivered them! Your lips parted slightly in surprise at your memory.

You felt Helion’s attention on you as he asked, “What’s wrong?” Your eyes snap to his deep brown ones, cheeks tinting red in embarrassment. Azriel takes his tone as rude but you brush it off, knowing he’s just curious about what you’re seeing.

You look to Azriel, not knowing if you have the right to give your input in a meeting. You didn’t want to make Azriel seem less in charge or something.

Azriel gives you a soft, encouraging look. “Go ahead, y/n. Tell us what you see.” You nod at him, dragging the picture of the paintings toward you. “These paintings are fakes.” A confusion spreads over the room as a few huh’s sound around the table.

“My boss got his hands on the real ones somehow, these are like rare pieces, hell museums would kill for these. Before he sold them I honestly thought they were in the Louvre. But he sold them to Molina Jr. who also requested fakes to display, since he bragged so much about buying them. They aren’t very good fakes if you ask me though.”

Helion brought the image closer to his face, attempting his untrained eye to see the falsity of the paintings. Kal snatched it from him, giving him a you-don’t-know-shit-about-art look.

Conversation bubbles around Azriel but all he can focus on is you. You and your beautiful, passionate, intelligent mind.

“Where would he keep the real ones?” Eris asks, breaking up the conversations and Azriel’s concentration on you. Though that didn’t last long. As soon as you opened your mouth Azriel was laser focused on you.

You give Eris a knowing smirk, “His vault, where I helped deliver the paintings.” Cassian and Kal let out laughs or triumph as the others gave you approving looks. Rhysand unrolls the blueprints to the mansion in front of you. “Alright y/n, point us in the right direction.”

Two hours later the heist was planned perfectly thanks to you. You waited in Azriel’s office as he bid his guests goodbye. Kicked back, sitting in his kingly leather chair, your feet propped up on the desk.

Hearing the door click shut you perk up. Azriel grins, strutting over to you. Crossing his arms he leans against the desk in front of you. “I don’t think I could’ve planned that without you.” You shrug at the praise. “Eh, you would’ve gotten by.”

Azriel nudges your feet off the polished wood, chuckling at you. Lifting you up and pulling you into his lap you immediately lean against his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You’re too modest, my love. Everyone was telling me how brilliant you are.” You giggle, burying your face deeper into Azriel’s chest at the compliment. Hooking his fingers under your chin, Az tilts your face up to meet his shimmering hazel gaze.

“My clever girl.” He hums, pressing his lips to yours. You slip your arms around his neck pulling him closer. Azriel stands, gently placing you on his desk. He nudges your thighs apart to stand between your legs, deepening the kiss. “I think you deserve a reward,” his voice had taken on a deep and seductive tone. That smirk promises a very pleasurable reward. Tugging on Azriel’s dark locks he pulls away from you, dropping to his knees.

——

Tonight is the big heist. When Azriel had kissed you goodbye you plastered a convincing smile on your face, trying to ignore your heart pounding so hard against your chest you thought it was trying to escape.

You were always nervous when Azriel went out with his men for a job. Pacing the TV room, more like a theater, you dug your toes into the carpet to focus on something other than Azriel. You had lots to keep you distracted like a book, your favorite show cued up, your phone. However, moving around was a necessity right this very second.

The first time Azriel went on a job after you moved in was a disaster. You had a panic attack so bad not even Baxian, your bodyguard, could calm you down. Baxian was on the verge of calling Azriel as he walked through the front door. It made him contemplate never leaving you again.

You still can’t decide if you’d rather Az not tell you and just be blissfully ignorant. Or if you would still worry if he was out until all hours of the night. You’d probably still worry but worse.

In the silence you paused at any creaking or popping that sounded in the house. About to settle on the couch to pick an activity, the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.

Staring at the doorway to the TV room you held your breath. You didn’t want to see Azriel if he was hurt. You didn’t think you could stomach the sight of his blood.

Footsteps grew louder and louder until Azriel was staring at you. He was unscathed. Safe. And home.

You let out a cry of relief, running into his open arms. Azriel pulls you flush to his body, tucking your head under his chin. You revel in his warm touch. A smile spreads across your lips at having him back home.

Pulling away, you stare up into his tired eyes. “Everything went ok?” You ask softly. Azriel nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It went perfectly, all thanks to you my love.” He says, exhaustion lacing his voice.

“Come on you,” you squeeze him around the middle. “Let’s get you to bed, baby.” You move to his side, pulling him along. “Sounds perfect, my love.”

Tucking into bed you couldn’t shake this feeling in the pit of your stomach. Watching Az sleep peacefully you snuggle into his side, holding on to him. Just in case.

[fumifooms]

Kabuholm

For me the main appeal of Kabru x Holm is that Holm is 1) dependable and 2) casual.

For 1, we see it throughout the manga and whatnot, with his healer role but also with his composure, so relaxed it’s in turn soothing to hang around him. He’s a bit like a turtle, gentle and takes it at a relaxed pace, slows down your frenzied pace, retreats into his shell if too much is happening hehe… The Mick & Kuro bath comic is a favorite of mine on that front! In that one he complains and shouts, but he still lets Mick crash, he still helps, he still makes them tea and makes sure they have a trashbin and makeshift beds and whatnot lmao, and it’s late too… Reliable dependable Holm.

But also he freezes up when too much is happening <3 Gotta protect him a bit teehee, Kabru coming to his rescue and it’s his chance to show off. Except he doesn’t need to show off, it’s not strategical or needed, neither for his plan or to win Holm over as an ally, but he still will <3 Because he wants to and that on its own, wanting to, feels novel to Kabru… Dungeons is the place where he feels like he can show off the most to Holm because he seems so unaffected in general by his charms, and protecting him is one of the things Kabru knows he can do, and the showing off is because…

… of 2! He has that huge casual vibe to him. Holm still has expectations of Kabru as a leader yes, but he won’t voice them unless prompted and on his face you’ll find the same unbothered calm smile as always. Being around him feels like having no pressure. It feels like being trusted entirely even if your actions seem shady at first, because it’s not a vibe or a persona he trusts in you but it’s you, however you are like in the moment.

Kabru spends time with Holm, around this other repressed guy that has his shit put together (even if Kabru does know about Holm’s flaws, and he feels a special kind of way about that… Collecting that info like pokemon cards and finding that he wished he knew even more <3 so so intrigued and "It’s probably just curiosity. If anything I’m just infatuated" when he realizes it feels a twinge different than with everyone else), and he finds that he feels like he can unwind and show himself a bit. Show some flaws too. Holm being so unconditionally casual AND quietly supportive, even if he doesn’t say anything, would be soo important to Kabru in a kabuholm timeline… A telepathic sort of thing would form where Kabru learns how to read his face, and even if it’s always the same droopy eyed smile he starts understanding how he feels, what he’s thinking, what it means when he nods at him in silence and aughh…

Holm DOESN’T push his emotions onto Kabru!!! Holm keeps that shit to himself!!! Kabru doesn’t have to manage Holm’s emotional needs & states for him, when that’s what he usually has to do for everyone!!! Charm them and keep them happy and if this or that happens then you need to anticipate their needs with this and blahblahblah. Holm is low maintenance, he doesn’t take much emotional energy to deal with, he has his own deal figured out!

Kabru in canon knew about the way Holm freezes up in surprising intense situations, a rare time he’s had to cover for him in any way and he was so quick about it, and again, battlefield with humans both physical and mind games is his specialty so if it’s just protecting him from enemies he’s the man for the job <3 Holm’s the healer to his warrior after all, with an impressive dose of defense and offense thrown into the mix too. I will say also, that scene where Holm hesitates when Marcille says not to hurt Faligon… Kabru stepping in and giving Holm the decisiveness he needed to not falter.

With all that said about Holm’s feelings being something he doesn’t make Kabru’s problem to deal with, in Kabru getting infatuated it should be something that eventually gets him like "I wish he’d rely on me a bit more…" Kabru should massage the stress out of him <3 Always keeping himself composed and being dependable and stuff wears down on Holm (and Kabru)… I do think Holm represses to some degree so 1) the pent up stress he hasn’t been letting out 2) "bro, let’s learn to show our real emotions more together… Bro…"

I’m not sureee how the Holm side plays out in my mind yet but either he falls much later than Kabru or he’s just really good at hiding and being casual about his crush which tbf would be thematic lol. But idk if he’d be that good as that… Thinking. Because with the comic about his sister or even the one about Dia’s fiance or Mick crashing at his place, Holm does like, show a lot of emotion and distaste, some anger, he doesn’t repress that much/everything. He has a sense of duty that makes him want to help where he can, he does have desires like say, Kabru not getting it on with his sister, but also he’s not gonna force himself to be a solemn saint always either… Kabru would also find that fun methinks, figuring out the exact duality in Holm, where he cracks and why. Oh nooo I fell in love with my enrichment and coworker. Them just hanging ouuuut at a tavernnn after everyone else leeeeft… Haven’t done a full Holm analysis yet but I’ve started giving him more thoughts bc of kabuholm and diaholm. Because his religion is important to him and it bars him from meat for example, it’s reasonable to think he sticks to an upstanding moral code with awareness and purpose. Despite having been to jail he’s never shown scorn or shittalked elves or alluded to it, either he doesn’t resent easily or he keeps that part of his past on the down-low for whichever reason. His maturity is actually something that’s often pointed to about him, he’s only the equivalent of like 30, but being close in age (as in they’re both older bc they’re long lived races) is cited as the reason for why he gets along with Dia the most in the party for example. He can be lively, but when he is it’s usually because something’s happening that he doesn’t like lol, also usually off the job, wether it be because of being in a different mind state, doing different things in different situations, or because Kui make so him more expressive in Daydream Hour extras haha.

So kabuholm to me is the casual quiet feel-good get-to-know-each-other slow burn ever. They prob never confess if we’re being honest but even just hanging out around each other fills up their battery somehow, like being at a sauna and feeling refreshed.

So yes sort of, the want to show off someone hard to wow and impress someone who’s very well put together and unfazed, in duality with how that person makes you feel like you shouldn’t or don’t have to try so hard, that you can just catch a break and take it easy for a moment, socially.

Holm’s observant and composed. I like that he’s able to keep up with Kabru and engage with his points. I do always like when a partner has the capacity to be critical or skeptical, reign in a bit or balance, but Holm is easily swayed with his trust in Kabru, and easily reasoned with to a satisfied degree. He’s low maintenance but still engaging.

Kabru is not only the main character of the group but also his main character point is being good at reading and remembering people: It’s no surprise that the majority of what we learn about Holm is done through him one way or another, but I still like that he’s got Holm’s quirks down pat, like the freezing up thing. Allow me to find that cute idk. And then the reverse of that too below… Underrated how all of his party knows about how he sucks at taking care of himself and his space.

I tried compiling all of their moments but I’m sure I missed some, especially Daydream Hours ones. So yeah my kabuholm manifesto. I’m casual about them but they creeped up on me randomly and have refused to leave my heart. Bromance idk idk

[our-queer-experience]

Positive t4cis experience (although i am also t4t obvs teehee): Back when I lived in a different city, I started using Grindr for the first time. At one point this guy messaged me, and was being super lovely and talkative. We hit it off really quickly, and he never assumed what terms I use for my body, and asked me how to refer to things. He was super respectful and made me feel extremely attractive in a way that I hadn't before. This was a cisgay man, so I felt very affirmed in my gender and that he was definitely attracted to me because I was a guy. He came over one day and we made out on my couch (one of the hottest experiences I've had even though we didn't go further than that). He moved to a different city shortly, but we kept in touch, sending each other the occasional lewd snapchat as well (we are both neurodivergent so we would also rant about our hyperfixations). Fast forward three years, and I'm suddenly moving to his city (due to other circumstances beyond my control, but I've always wanted to live here). We meet up again, and the first time we just casually hang out and talk. I ask him if he wants to hang out again the next day, and we end up actually hooking up for the first time! It was super hot, and he was REALLY good in bed, and I felt so affirmed and not dysphoric in any way. He would check in with me, make sure the things he was doing were okay, and do/say things that I told him I enjoy. Two years later we're still great friends and we still have really hot mind-blowing sex. He educates himself on trans issues, and is just the type of person to completely understand a lot of societies bullshit when it comes to gender and sexuality. He still identifies as a cis man, but totally understands how gender is a social construct. He also has a lot of non binary friends, too! Truly the textbook definition of a great ally. Plus he's super hot.

thank you for sharing :D

[givehimthemedicine]

house arrest and boarded up homes

I was thinking about how the only times we ever see Vecna anywhere except at the Creel house (I mean literally in Vecna form) it's in visions, right? which he's conducting from the UD attic, really? can he leave the house?

so then I got thinking about all the "trapped at home" themes on ST and especially the boarded up exits in visions. far from a new revelation, there's not really gonna be anything "new" in this post - but I never realized how extensive it is (this isn't even attempting to be a complete roundup due to photo limit) or thought about what that means for him

OKAY Creelers, your homes are prisons... we got it... smth smth Karen trying to trap her kids at home and in turn being trapped there herself by allying with Brenner...

anyway onto the actual horror boards thing - not all Vecna visions have them.

Fred's visions, Chrissy's clock and bathroom visions, and Max's clock, mom and Billy visions do not have the boards imagery. those are also all the ones which happened outside of or not involving their homes, both in terms of the vision's setting and where the victim physically was while experiencing it.

but the visions set inside of homes got boards [and those are all also the ones experienced while inside of homes irl, though not necessarily those same homes] - the Cunningham house in Chrissy's final vision, the lab in Nancy's (not a house but was technically his home for most of his life, and is referred to as home by Brenner), and ofc Max's in the Creel house.

(honorable mention for Victor's war vision, which wasn't boarded up in the sense of the others, but it was both experienced from and set in a home, and there is some very similar blue-lit-boards imagery in the bombed house. I know there's some question as to who actually did this one but it sorta works)

and when we get to the actual Creel house, whoooboy do we go hard on the boards thing. both in the sense of the IRL house being all boarded up so that the kids have to pry plywood off that door to get in, and of the actual horror boards vision being so much more extensive than Chrissy's or Nancy's.

btw guess how many different boarded up exits Max encounters in her vision? 4. teehee get it

ok, any more homes/boards stuff outside of the st4 visions?

this is kinda Will trying to escape his house, the UD of it anyway. and depending in what way Will's UD experience was affected by what went on in the RU, consider the impys of Lonnie "repairing" that hole, from Will's pov. even if Will didn't literally get the horror boards treatment in there, as a result of this, still. Themes TM

and then much later we have Jon and Nancy boarding up the broken cabin window. yeah I know this is to stop bad guys getting in, not good guys getting out. but is it giving "horror boards but from the wrong pov" again? is this any support for the idea of the final scene being Will's Vecna vision?

and then of course there's the way that that cabin was El's former home, yet also very much a place she wanted to escape from - as was every other place El has ever called home, however briefly. in most cases the word "prison" actually does pop up eventually:

and then there's the mind lair being the fubar Creel house, and the fact that in no mind lair scenes do we ever see Vecna set foot outside of the bounds of the house, right?

in the Dear Billy vision, when it was Vecna in Max's head, he was able to chase her all around the graveyard when she ran. but when Max somehow got into his head, and then Kate Bushed it outta there, he just stood there looking grumpy and tried to stop her by making house parts fall on her, like he couldn't follow her.

[side note: if he HAD scored a direct hit, what then? send a vine out to drag her back? he stopped her that way before, why didn't he just do that again? can his vines not reach beyond the bounds of the mindscape house either?]

even the Piggyback moment where El comes-to and sees him carrying Max in (which. WHY?) he's already well within the house area.

thematically it makes sense that he would be trapped in his own mindscape. psychologically stuck in his trauma... prison of his own making type of thing.. etc etc

image limit. go on without me:

"they're still with me (taps head) in here"

Vecna getting trapped against one of those pillars in his own mindscape by El

boarded up doors imagery vs Flayed Billy and VecnaChrissysmom "open the goddamn door" (not to mention a trillion other instances of "open the door" and door imagery)

Victor telling the story of their home and his trauma from in an actual prison cell (nvm the whole Hopper prison plot)

Kali / Brenner / festering

Pennhurst "can't they just escape?" "they could, but the vast majority choose to be here"

leave your train station

and the only time I can think of that we see Vecna physically outside his house in the UD is when Nancy shoots him though the (boarded up) attic window, after which he disappears somehow. was whatever happened there (at least in part) a consequence of having gone out-of-bounds?

lab duels / if you leave your circle, you lose

Terry stuck reliving her trauma in her dream circle

you have already lost / no you have... etc etc

on first watch I figured he could do whatever and go wherever he wanted but chose to stay at home (like how Will hid at home in the UD)(actually ig I'm basing that on a lot of assumptions) but actually I don't see support for that unless I'm missing something huge.

anyway. just me rolling in the themes like a dog in poop 👍

[signofthefloss]

Ur headcanon to Elderane.

MY FIRST EVER ASK ABOUT MY HOMUNCULUS. FINALLY /j

im not sure if u want my headcanon for the og Elderane or my self-indulgent AU Elderane so im explaining both if u dont mind

THE METAL OPERA ELDERANE

Elderane is a perfectionist, hes very strategic, but very chill. Down to Earth for a ruler. he can be stern if needed. he has such a big name to the whole realm. other ppl have heard of his name from other allied kingdoms(like the dwarf kingdom or smth idk i need to explore this more) but never rly imagined that he would look like the way he is (hes not built like a tank, he looks like an average elf in a royal costume). mind you, Elderane is like the ruler of the Avantasia world, not just Sesidhbana. So they expected him to look at least a bit... Muscular? Taller? Beardy? Stereotype meaning of masculine. and hes nowhere near that lol

so everytime theres an official meeting with the other rulers of the lands some of them (new subordinates who have to come along) would get a little confused with Elderane's appearance. like no way this is THE Elderane the Elf everyone talks about??? why is there a twink at this round table /j

also info dump out of nowhere but i headcanon Elderane can't be perfect all of the time, he overlooked at some stuff in the past, and that almost fucked them all up, and he crashed out so bad (sitting in the corner crying and expecting the WORST shit that could happen) that he ordered Vandroiy to find a human that can intervene the chaos and possibly stop the war. finding a human to stop it was his last resort, since almost everyone in the realm are starting to hate humans due to their greed (CUE IN GABRIEL "GOATED" LAYMANN). besides i think its in the prophecy that one day someone in the material world would save their realm (i need to read that booklet again oops its been years sorry if some of these sound out of character)

COTTAGECORE AU ELDERANE

this is plainly self-indulgent man idk what to say. Elderane is cuteee and lovelyyy and very hardworking teehee my blorbo. he has that warm aura when u visit ur grandma who'd always feed you and stuff. he smells like pines. okay i should stop now (unless u want me to explain in depth, send me another ask about cottagecore au elderane)(im TOTALLY NORMAL.)

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober- Day 1, Swooning.

Basically Minish gets a lil concussion teehee. It’s short and sweet but I didn’t know what else to do. Hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Minish groaned as he sat up, looking around at the battlefield before him. It seemed to be over, but Minish didn’t recall its ending. He looked around, ignoring the intense pressure in his head, seeing if he could spot his allies. He saw most of them huddled up together, but he couldn’t see what they were doing. He blinked a few times, confused at his blurry vision.

“Hey buddy,” he heard a voice next to him, and he turned to see Legend smiling at him. “Are you alright?”

Minish stared at him for a moment, not comprehending his question for a moment. Legend stared for a moment, tilting his head at his silence.

“Minish, are you ok?”

Minish rubbed his eyes and looked down. “Mm,” was all he was able to muster up in response.

Legend stared at him with a concerned frown on his face, before grabbing a rag and dabbing his head. Minish flinched and hissed in pain, and Legend pulled back.

“Sorry buddy, your head is bleeding.”

Minish blinked again, rubbing his head, feeling the familiar warm liquid oozing out of his head.

“Let me take care of that.”

Legend gently began taking care of his head wound again, wrapping it in bandages while Minish tried to remember what happened. Was he hit in the head? Well, obviously but was it a monster? Did he fall? Minish winced at his throbbing head as Legend finished up.

“Minish.”

He looked back at Legend who was looking more stern.

“Are you ok?”

Minish groaned, suddenly feeling nauseous. “I don’t feel very good,” he mumbled. It hurt to think about how he felt truthfully. Legend patted him on the shoulder and gave him a little nudge.

“You might have a concussion. Come on, we gotta take care of you,” Legend grabbed his arm and gently pulled him off his feet. Minish complied, but as soon as he was on his feet, his stomach lurched and he bent over, emptying his stomach.

“Woah ok, just let it all out,” he barely heard Legend over his vomiting. Minish groaned when he was finished and leaned heavily against the pink-haired hero, and he was gently lifted into his arms. “You’re lucky you’re so small.”

Minish grumbled and smacked the side of Legend’s face.

“I’ll kill you for that.”

“Sure you will. Just wait until after you’ve recovered to kill me?”

Minish smiled and tucked his head into Legend’s neck.

“Fine, promise not to tell anyone about this?”

“What, about carrying you somewhere safer? I guess I could keep a secret.”

“If you don’t, I’ll break your kneecaps,” he mumbled, closing his eyes as exhaustion began to overcome him. The last thing he heard was Legend chuckling.

“I’ll keep that in mind, smithy.”

[storiesoflilies]

HI MY BELOVED LILY!!!!!!! i saw the emoji ask game and wanna play teehee :3

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

💖 What made you start writing?

i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

HIII QUINN!!!

I SO ADORE YOU N THANKYOU FOR SENDING IN SOME ASKS :3

🎶 absolutely!!! in fact, my fics don’t vibe nearly half as well if i haven’t found the perfect song that fits the theme of the piece. and i listened to bon voyage by allie x ALOTTTTT when writing merman!toji.

⏳this honestly depends on my inspiration for it n the length. for one of my shorter drabble pieces, 2-3 hours if i absolutely focus on it.

‘metanoia’ took me a solid week to do, and that was me ABSOLUTELY hyperfocusing on it and oh my did i absolutely COOK when i wrote it (i’ve never been able to blast a fic like that since oopsies) on the other hand, both my longer sukuna fics took me nearly a solid month lol.

💖 hmmm i think it really stems from the fact i was an absolute bookworm when i was a kid. like i really didn’t stop reading. so when i discovered websites like tumblr and wattpad (back in the dayyyy with bucky barnes fanfics lol) i just went for it.

i stopped writing for a long time and picked it back up again this time last year actually heheh and i’m enjoying it ALOT more than i did before :3

Lily xo

ask game.

[mrhaitch]

HIHI Mr. Haitch! Guess who still isn’t really sleeping? YUP IT’S MEEE!!!🗣🗣🗣teehee. I did try though I promise. But… I guess sleep doesn’t like me? Anywhosies I have a few questions today and a fun fact that I’m not sure if I told you about yet. If I have please give me a new one. Thanks for waiting for me to fix my sleep schedule but since that’s not happening anytime soon HERE WE GOOOO!!!

Favourite tattoo? On yourself and Haitch. (I think Haitch has tattoos? It was in one of her photos right? Anyways if you don’t have one just name one you’d get or like on other people)

Can you do a backflip yet? (I’m still kinda hung up on that so please get strong again and do one to quench my curiosity)

Favourite monarch? And are you very patriotic?

FUN FACT: Australia is wider than the moon.

Get some daylight, exercise a little, and try to stay off devices an hour or so before bed. I realise that might all sound pretty unhelpful but it's helped for me in the past.

1. Haitch's without a doubt, largely because I don't have one. I've talked about this recently but the main design I have in mind is a plague doctor to commemorate my PhD.

2. Still no, sorry.

3. Henry I. William the Conqueror's youngest son who was never supposed to take the throne, repeatedly manipulated and betrayed by his older brothers, forever kicked back and forth until he was eventually stripped of his lands. He roamed Normandy for several years, getting up to all sorts, until he returned to quell a rebellion in a Norman town (the name escapes me). He apparently took the leader of the rebellion to the top of a tower and threw him off for his impertinence. Later, his eldest brother died in an accident when they were both out hunting (whether it was or wasn't an accident is still debated), and immediately seized the throne. He would go on to lose almost all of his children and many of his political allies in a single shipwreck (the White Ship disaster, for those interested), and England would descend into a succession war so destructive it was later called 'The Anarchy'.

I love the idea of a vagabond king, the overlooked younger brother who is far more capable and ruthless than his siblings only to then be plagued by disaster and tragedy later in life. Very Shakespearean.

But I'm 100% not patriotic. This is just where I happened to be born and I have no special or distinct love for my country - and am often suspicious of people who are patriotic.

4. That can't be right. I googled it but that can't be right. That's madness.

[torchstelechos]

So I have this buddy, he's cishet and has done a lot of digging into that to see if he's bi cause everyone assumes he's bi, he's not but alas everyone still thinks he is, which brings us into when we met and I informed him that I was acearo. This dude, an absolute bro, decided to make the acearo flag in Minecraft so we can have it on our shields and also to join an acearo Tumblr community cause he thought it was interesting. And again, this dude KNOWS he's cishet. There's no teehee he was actually acearo all along <3 he's just a supportive ally whomst is a great friend, we stan bro

[hoarfrost-tower]

tribulation!dusknoir makes me laugh sometimes why is this 70-something year old guy going around and enacting theatrics in such intense bravado while simultaneously poking his fingers together and going "TEEHEE :3" and doing baby eyes at his allies. don't make me make you confront your son again old man it WILL wreck you

[kindauglypikachuicon]

Finally finished this conventional memoir event! “Luminary Wardance”

To me this is the real character quest for Luka (or at least the second one) cause it showed so much spot light for my boy and I feel so happy for that!!✨

Gepard looks so cute smiling like that

And here’s Bronya imitating Seele’s message to Luka lol

Luka gets a very cute Tuskpir from Lingsha to accompany and help him with his hallucinations

Sushang takes the Tuspir away as Luka and the Trailblazer had something else to do before using the Tuskpir

It made me imagine sleeping Luka hugging the pink Tuskpir and it would be so cute to see!! 💕

Cool artwork that appeared for only 5 seconds straight up

Mr. Tail giving Luka a “pep talk” after losing to Boothill (I super duper loved that they giving a side character more depth thank you so much Honkai: Star Rail developers!!)

Aaaaaaannnnnnnnnd Argenti’s here of course lmao (I am a Guns n’ Roses shippers aka Argenthill, so seeing them in the same place(?) made me imagine so many things teehee)

I loved this side quest in the middle of the main plot. Peaceful Borisins looking for protection from the Luofu?!? HELLO?! This was so interesting to me, rest in peace to Sugata tho he was nice :(

The ‘Claretwheel Temple’ huh I’m sure we’ll hear about them soon enough! As long as they willing to get along I’m sure Borisins and the Xianzhou people can coexist!! >:3

In the end Luka didn’t win the tournament but he was so popular in the eyes of the audience that it didn’t even matter in the end

And we got to learn more about Igor the ancestor of Luka who is friends to General Jing Yuan! (Jing Yuan looked so cute when he was younger awwww!!! 💕💕💕💕 I’m salivating…)

At the end most importantly, Belobog and the Xianzhou have allied with each other!! What great news!!

It’s really nice that they made a replica portrait of Jing Yuan’s present to be immortalized in Belobog’s museum (I want to give him a hug and brush his hair)

I love our Tuskpir baby 💕💕💕

Group photo before the Trailblazers leave the Luofu again :3

(I took so many photos during this and I could’ve made more additional posts for this but it’s too much work :P)

[nekhcore]

wolcred yumetober day 10. fell a little behind. there was a whole post-heavensward scene i wanted to depict, but i changed my mind and stayed simple.

i did actually write that scene though. so i'm going to put it here under the break. because i'm shy about my writing but i still want to post. teehee XP

[1114 words]

Everything hit him at once. 

Feelings that he’d buried deep under more important things, like the crushing weight of his duty both to Ishgard and Hydaelyn. Feelings that he’d felt a passing glimpse of when they pulled Y’shtola out of the lifestream. But that was only an echo—a memory—and there was still work to be done then.

Apprehension. The Warriors of Darkness. Someone else strong enough to defeat primals and not fall to their tempering.

Confusion. Why were the scions their enemy? Shouldn’t they fight together, if the primals were their target?

Surprise. An ally stepped in when they were about to be overpowered. A welcome intrusion, but…

Shock. Thancred was alive.

Relief. Thancred was alive.

A swelling feeling in his heart so intense that tears stung his eyes. Thancred was alive.

When their adversaries were driven off, Misha could only hear one thing.

“Thancred!” Alphinaud had shouted. 

The boy’s other words drowned out like static, but the name rung clearly in Misha’s mind. When the hyur smiled at him, his other thoughts faded way. He didn’t notice that he’d shoved Alphinaud aside until after Thancred extricated himself from his vice grip.

It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be. A vision of his own making, surely. It didn’t quite look like he remembered, but it moved like him. It fought like him. When it spoke with that same voice he’d spent countless nights hoping to wake up to again, Misha knew he was real. He had to be.

The gods could not be so cruel to make such an effective copy of Thancred. They wouldn’t do that to him. Not to the Warrior of Light.

Thancred led them out of Loth Ast Gnath, and Misha followed without so much as a second of hesitation. He told them how he’d managed to survive after being stranded out in the wilderness. He told them of how he befriended the Vath. When he spoke of the hero that felled Ravana, Thancred looked directly at the Warrior of Light with a look that could almost be taken for fondness.

It was too much. Everything, all at once. Misha stood a healthy distance away from Thancred because he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able stop himself if he listened to what every muscle in his body was telling him to do. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to fall to the ground and become one with the earth and the remains below.

The banquet. Losing Minfilia. Estinien. The Eye. Awakening the sultana. Haurchefant. Losing the key to Azys Lla. Tiamat. Midgardsormr. Thordan. The Eyes. Nidhogg. He could barely breathe. How much had he been holding in? How long had he been keeping this back? How much longer did he have left before everything broke open?

The scions were still gone. But Y’shtola was there now. And they’d found Thancred, finally. They’d found him. Thancred. Alive. Thancred. Thancred. How long had he thought about this? How long had he prayed for this day to come?

The distance was too much for him to bear. Self-imposed as it was. Nobody said a word when Misha came to his side and pressed their shoulders together. When he took Thancred’s hand in his own. When the rogue intertwined their fingers and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Misha felt the heat of the man’s hand through their gloves, and something quieted inside him. He was here. He was solid. He was real. He had to be.

The Dravanian forelands passed like a blur. Thancred followed Alphinaud and Y’shtola, and Misha followed after Thancred, only aware of the dim heat of his skin against the biting cold. Misha didn’t remember taking his glove off, but he held it tightly in his free hand and put all his energy into remembering the curves of the hyur’s fingers. They were rougher than he’d remembered them being. Had they been this scarred before?

“It may be prudent to inform the hunters of the Gnath,” Y’shtola said, as they stood outside Tailfeather. Misha nodded, barely listening.

“You’d be correct,” Alphinaud said, nodding sagely. Misha couldn’t muster up any curious observations about how mature he was attempting to look. “Come, friends. This will be a brief detour, but a necessary one.”

Thancred shrugged his shoulders and gave them all a lazy smirk—a familiar sight. One that should be comforting. Instead it twisted a terrible knot in Misha’s chest. “I’m hardly in a rush. Lead the way.”

And so the Warrior of Light followed the Scions, as he always did, stumbling awkwardly beside a man who seemed far too put together considering the circumstances. People they’d asked for help watched them and their newcomer with curiosity, following their every step. Misha was sure he would have hated it any other day, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He had to focus on what truly mattered in that moment.

It happened so quickly. Their grip on each other loosened. Misha’s fingers slipped, and the rogue got further away. He couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not so soon. His fingers caught the back of his shirt, and Thancred stopped to face him.

Alphinaud and Y’shtola kept walking ahead. It was a perfect moment to say something, but what was there to say? What could he possibly say? He didn’t know Thancred was still alive. He didn’t know he was going to be this close. If he’d known, he would have spent every waking moment searching the foot of Sohm Al. He’d barely given himself any time to actually think about these feelings. He’d had a few chances with Sanson and Guydelot, but traveling with those two had frustrated him too much to help him any.

Misha didn’t know what to say, so he only tugged on the fabric again. It was a nice shirt. The Vath had been taking good care of him. He only wished he could say the same for Thancred himself.

Warm hands against his snapped him out of his haze. Thancred smiled and gingerly pried Misha’s trembling hand away from his clothes.

“I’m here,” he said, with his lips against the back of Misha’s hand. The gesture set the viera's skin alight. “I’m not going to disappear.”

A calloused thumb passing over his knuckles gave Misha the air to breathe again. They’d come this far. Two other scions were here to make sure nothing happened. He could afford to let the man have a little space. They could make it back to Ishgard without incident. He was the Warrior of Light. Of course they could make it back.

Though neither of them mentioned it, Thancred’s hands were shaking, too.

[drizzit]

#14 The Lone Drow

Start: August 2nd, 2023

End: August 6th, 2023

Card: 6 of spades

Tweet: "Drizzt has gone feral and all his friends went home. Obould got a promotion from king to god king. Drizzt gets new friends but swiftly loses half of them. Bruenor is comatose but no one can find his DNR. In the end you win some, you lose some, and sometimes you explode them."

10/10 WIN!!!

This book absolutely fab ;; not a dull moment

So Catti-brie is having sword problems again controlling her bloodlust.

Drizzt very much wants someone like him, and his wish is fulfilled by Innovindil.

The dwarves hang onto Bruenor as a beacon of hope, and that if they had let him die then that symbolically mean that all hope was lost, it was the idea of Bruenor, of an inspiring leader that they held onto. Drizzt in the meantime had a good cry session believing he had nothing left to lose. I don't know where I'm going with this. Hey speaking of his cry sesh he names his losses of Zak, Bruenor, Ellifain, the other companions. It's better that she was left out but at least spare some mind for your sister that raised you, was yet another victim to the lolth cult, and forsaken lolth while dying in your arms dude

Regis my beloved - that is all - actually wait i'm not done ; time and time again Regis steps up for the family who loves him his duty lies with them

Things are getting tense between obould's army and his allies ; i hope gerti decides to team up against him teehee

I hope things turn out alright for nanfoodle - he's not all that willful and shoudra was a very large force in keeping everyone off their suspicious tale.

Pikel should take a page out of Merle Highchurch's book

But now the dwarves (save for 51) are within Mithral hall and a reunion with Drizzt seems very unlikely (although they were very close!)

But obould seems unstoppable now as he just keeps getting upgrades - cant type gotta read nao

[nekomamiiz]

ERMMM HEWWO BABY IZZY

Name: Allie

Favorite color: Vampy colorsss hehehe

Favorite place, season, hobby: i love gardens, i love winter and fall and my hobbies are just being able to get out of the house for any reason like going for a walk while the sunsets or walking around a book store to see books im gonna buy but never read or checking out coffee shops hehe plus reading or drawing of course

Self Ship: Me x Hawks TEEHEE

My personality is hard to describe but im very sweet, goofy, and loving :3 i can be a brat but in the best ways i swear hehee

CONGRATS AGAIN GIRL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND IM EXCITED TO PARTICIPATE IN YOUR EVENT

allie x hawks

domestic life was never keigo's style, not even a little bit, but you came along and turned his world upside down in the best way possible. he takes time to enjoy every single moment with you, right down to saving the last sip of coffee in his cup so you can finish at the same time. as the two of you make your way home, he thinks to himself that he's finally found his place in this world, and that place is right next to you.

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