#also tried something a bit diff

[gaeulssims]

What a Tuesday morning looks like in the Eon Household

[fleurdriviere]

I have no darn idea how to draw Wally Darling or how to draw at all

[erythristicbones]

my extreme need to have all my OC names to have meaning VS the want to use this name i just find really funny FIGHT

[katanablue]

Me: yeah I just started this blog yesterday so maybe I’ll put some of my writing out in the future

Also me:

Just a lil something to get the ball rolling 🫡

I used a spinner wheel for turtle+prompt+variation

Intimacy prompts!

07 Turtles + Diff Types of Intimacy:

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💙꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Leo + 31. holding someone by the waist

“Now make sure you grip it tight by the base, unless you want it to go flying out your hands.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you adjust the position of your hands.

“How’s this?” You ask after shifting your fingers a bit. Leo nods approvingly, letting his eyes roam over the rest of your form, his eyes squinting the slightest bit when he notices the width between your feet.

“Better. Let’s fix your stance though.” He comes closer, gently nudging your feet apart while his hands hover on either side of your waist. He steps back with a tilt of his head and a raised eye ridge before lightly tutting and coming to stand behind you.

“Okay so straighten up more— yeah like that. Now,” He puts a warm palm on your lower back while his other rests on your hip, once again placing his foot next to yours to shuffle it into the proper position. At first you don’t register just how close he is, truly focused on trying to get into the right stance to hold his katana.

You had asked him to teach you how to wield them and he obliged but not after giving you a whole speech on how “katanas are not a toy, but an extension of a ninja.” And then he started off by teaching you how to hold one before even dreaming about you handling two.

“Okay now bend your arms just a little…” There’s a strong, intimidating presence about him but after knowing him for so long you know that there’s nothing to be afraid of, that he would do anything and everything to make you feel safe and comfortable. You can feel his plastron just barely brush against the back of your T-shirt, his presence like a flame that’s slowly enveloping you.

“Twist your hips now,” He slides his hold to your waist, his grip gentle but firm enough to maneuver you the right away. You can feel the edges of your lips starting to curl into a smile once you feel the warmth of his skin seep through your clothes and onto you. You look back at him over your left, pleasantly surprised to find him closer than you anticipated.

He’s concentrating on your body but once he feels your tender stare at him, his deep brown eyes settle to look right into yours. There’s a half second pause between you two, a flex of his fingers against your waist while his mouth creeps up into a faint smile as well.

“Good?” He speaks softly, the subtle movement of his fingers rubbing up and down not going unnoticed by you.

“Good.”

You don’t miss the quick fleeting look to your lips before he returns it back to your hips.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰❤️꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Raph + 8. interrupting with a kiss

“And then! They really had the audacity to—“

Raph huffs a laugh as he listens to you talk about yet another disastrous day at your job. He tosses a ball into the air while he sits on your bed, propped against your headboard while you pace back and forth in the center of your room. Every now and then you look over to him to catch his reaction, pleased when he makes a face of agreement or says a few words of input. It prompts you to keep going, thinking you’re almost done until you remember something else your least favorite coworker did.

“Did I tell you what they did last week?” You ask with an exasperated scoff.

“Yeah, babe.”

“And what they did later on the same week?”

He snorts, catching the ball in his hand before looking over at you and throwing it. You catch it with ease, tossing it between your hands while you wait for his answer.

“Yeah,” He tries not to laugh at the slightly defeated look on your face. He sits up even more and beckons you to come closer with a simple expression. With a heavy sigh you oblige, crawling on your knees before plopping right in between his legs.

“They’re just so annoying!” You exclaim, giving him the ball back while you adjust your position to sit more comfortably. He puts it down by his side and places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down in a soothing touch and trying to edge you away from the conversation you’ve been having (with mainly yourself) for the past 20 minutes.

“So why don’t you stop talking about ‘em?” He suggests, the faintest hint of sarcasm laced because he just knows how difficult it is for you to actually do so.

You open your mouth to protest, ready to claim yet another thing your lame coworker did that you just remembered.

“But Raph—!”

You’re silenced when you suddenly feel his mouth on yours, his three fingered hand taking a hold of your chin to keep you in place.

“No more talkin’. Got it?” He murmurs against your lips, giving you another peck. You lock gazes with him, those honey gold eyes piercing right into yours. You sigh through your nose, nudging it against his snout delicately.

“You could’ve just told me to shut up.”

His laugh is deep, rich and warm against your mouth, coursing through your chest when he pulls you closer to sit on his lap completely.

“I like this method better.”

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💜꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Donnie + 38. delightful smiles

“Isn’t this just the coolest thing ever?”

Donnie had managed to find a broken down photo booth at the junkyard on their last scavenging hunt, convincing Leo to let him take it back so he can fix it up.

What he left out was that he wanted to fix it for you.

“You really think you can get this thing to work?” You ask him, seeing his shell peak out just barely from the back of the machine. You place your hand on it, inspecting the once vibrant colors of orange, purple and green now a dull shade. You pull back the purple curtain to glance inside, scrunching up your nose when clouds of dust fly up and hit you right in the face. You wave it away, going to sit on the small bench inside and look at your reflection on the screen.

“Uh, have you met me? Been working on this thing for at least a week now.” You hear his voice a bit muffled from the other side of the booth, scoffing a laugh while he continues to tinker away at machine.

“Oh, my apologies ‘oh smart one’.” You remark, sitting back against the wall and closing your eyes while you listen to him fiddle with something metal. It stops a few seconds later and soon you hear Donnie pulling back the curtain to look at you with a teasing unamused expression.

“Hey, this smart one is fixing this booth up for you.”

His statement makes you smile, making you open your eyes to glance at him. You see him sporting a grin as well, warmth flooding his heart when he sees the way you look at him.

“Better have that same delightful smile when this baby is up and running.” He jokes, stepping back to let the curtain fall and go back to his work. You sit there beaming, cheeks starting to hurt from how hard you were straight cheesing.

It’s nearly an hour later when you hear his triumphant “aha, yes!” followed by the click of him closing the panel back onto the machine. Donnie goes to plug it in and the lights above you flicker for a few moments before staying on, the display screen in front of you whirring to life with some kind of electronic song blasting through the speakers.

“No way you actually did it!” You laugh and turn your head towards the curtain when he pulls it aside and sits down next to you. He rubs his hands together and leans forward to begin selecting a frame for you two.

“You doubted me?” He asks smugly, giving you a playful side eye while he scrolls through the selections. You watch him with a content smile, scooting closer to rest your arm against his.

“Never.” You reply softly, leaning forward to stop him from moving the screen to select a frame that’s purple with hearts all over. He looks down at you fondly, throwing an arm around your shoulders to hug you into his side.

“There’s that delightful smile.”

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰🧡꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Mikey + 10. going on a date

“Dude, you are going to love what I have planned for us!” Mikey happily tugs you across the rooftop, your giggling like music in his ears as he brings you closer and closer to the date spot he set up. He had been planning this for at least 2 weeks, scrambling between his brothers, Splinter and April on what to do for the perfect first date.

Ultimately at the end he figured out he should only rely on April’s advice, given that she’s the only one in an actual relationship.

“You’ve been buzzing nonstop, Mikey! What, did you finally get your hands on the ‘Shell Invaders’ remake?” You ask, putting a bit more pep in your step to walk alongside him rather than behind. He laughs and briefly looks at you before returning his attention back to the front.

“Nah, but now I know what to do for our next date.”

That makes your stomach flip, grinning ear to ear and giving a squeeze to his hand.

“Next date?” You tease in a sing song voice, enjoying the way you can practically see his blush cross his cheeks. He lightly shakes your enclasped hands and looks over at you.

“Next date.” He states confidently, showcasing a big toothy grin when you’re the one who ends up flustered. You walk for another minute or so before he stops abruptly.

“Okay, close your eyes.” He lets go of your hand, bouncing on the balls of his feet while he waits for you to do so. When you do he goes to stand behind you and gently nudge you forward and turn left until the tips of your shoes just barely brush against the edge of a picnic blanket.

You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, even when he lets go of your shoulders and instead reaches down to grab your hand once again.

“Okay… open.”

You can hear how nervous he is, the hope that what he did is enough for you.

And it is.

You gasp quietly when you take in the scene of various foods and drinks scattered across the orange and white checkered blanket, perfectly placed at the end of the building. You lean forward to look over, a small laugh passing your lips when you catch a group of people beginning to set up on stage for some sort of performance. You look back to see Mikey practically vibrating in his spot, anxiously waiting for your words or approval at his date.

“Well…?” He asks with a shy smile. You walk closer and place a small kiss on his cheek, interlacing your fingers as best as possible with his three fingers.

“It’s perfect! This is… outstanding for a first date.” You whisper softly. Mikey can’t help but pull you into a hug, squeezing you tight for a moment before letting you go and gesturing for you to sit.

“Awesome, I knew April wouldn’t let me down!”

You enjoy the food and each others company for the remainder of the night, watching the small band perform their set list down below.

Yeah, this is a perfect first date.

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

[julilovesyou444]

ok first of all your writing is so good i’m literally in love????? anyways, could i request a tom x reader fluff with them cuddling but like tom doesn’t rly know how to do it bc he’s used to hook ups and stuff and so it’s diff for him?? i feel like that’s super specific but i think i wld be so cuteee idkk. anyways tysm pookie 💗💗💗

show me how ~ tom kaulitz

AHHHH thank you love!! you are so sweet💟 I’ll try!!! thank you for requesting, this is my first time doing one of these so I’ll do my best!! if you have a request, feel free to do it in the little thingy on my page, this was so fun !! ALSO, if this isn’t what you were expecting or anything, I’ll write it again differently, no problem ☺️

background ~ you and your boyfriend had just started dating not long ago, and there were a lot of things in the relationship that were new to him. he hadn’t been in many relationships at all, so he isn’t sure on everything, for example, cuddling and affection. you show him how :)

warnings ~ none, just fluff and cutesy stuff, tad bit of angst too

I’m Montenegrin so please forgive me if my English is messed up !

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you had been at home all day, just picking up and relaxing. it was a pretty chill day though. you’re boyfriend, Tom, was at the studio all day. At first it was just a couple days of the week for a few hours, but lately it had been everyday for the whole day. You could tell it was taking a toll on him. He was tired and more irritable. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you honestly felt really bad for him. When he would come home, he wouldn’t want anyone to bother him. After dating Tom for a week or two, you came to realize he was not an affectionate person. You thought that he just needed to warm up to you, but it had been almost a month. Besides kissing and sex, he rarely touched you. You couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so you tried to ignore it for the main part.

today was another long day for him. you weren’t living together yet, but he just slept over at your place all the time. you had made dinner for him tonight, not something you always did but you wanted to be nice. you were sitting on your bed, scrolling through random websites on your laptop when you heard the front door open and shut. Tom didn’t call out to you like he usually did. You knew today probably sucked for him. The fear of him rejecting you as he sometimes did made it hard for you to leave your room, but you did anyways.

You walked down the hallway to main room of the apartment to see Tom sitting on the couch, watching tv. He looked angry. The dinner you made him still sat on the table, untouched, and probably cold now.

“I made you dinner.”, you spoke softly. His eyes darted from the screen to yours. Tom looked so upset, almost as if he wanted to cry.

“I know. Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”, he replied coldly.

You took a step closer to him, almost testing the waters.

“How was the studio?”

“Shit. It was shit. Do I need to pause this or…?”, he replied rather harshly, referring to the television.

“Tom…”, you trailed off, very quiet. He saw the hurt in your eyes and immediately hated himself for taking his anger out on you. He grabbed the remote and turned off the t.v.

“I’m sorry, I’m just in a bad mood. I’m really stressed and tired and I don’t know how to get rid of it, but I shouldn’t take it out on you.”, Tom said, sounding genuine as ever.

“come here.”, you said, putting your hand out for him to take. You could tell he was very hesitant, but he took your hand and let you pull him up from the couch.

before he could argue or protest, you pulled him into a hug. you usually didn’t hug, but it felt like he needed it. You wrapped your arms tightly around his torso and pushed the side of your face into his chest. At first, his arms were just outwards, unsure of where to go. When he became more aware and comfortable, and put his arms around your neck, hands on the side of your head as he placed his head on top on yours. you could feel him relax into the hug, and it made you so happy that you were finally able to do that for him.

“I’m sorry for being rude, today was just so so bad, and these long ass days are tiring me out.”, Tom said, his voice muffled into your head. He left a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Let me help.”, you pulled away, looking up at him.

“Help how?”

“Y’know, help you relax and stuff. Make you feel better.”

“I’m not really in the mood to fuc-“

“No, Tom, not that. Like just get into pajamas and I’ll rub your back and cuddle you, yea?”

“Uhh-“

“Please, trust me, you’ll feel so much better.”

Maybe it was your pleading eyes, or the fact that he secretly wanted to be intimate with you in this sense, but it didn’t take a lot for him to give in.

“Okay.”

“Yea?”, you beamed. He couldn’t help but smile back before playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yea.”

“Okay, go get changed into something comfier.”

He nodded and grabbed some of his clothes from your room before heading to the bathroom.

You quickly went into your room and started trying to “set the mood”. You dimmed the lights as much as possible and lit a few candles. You grabbed a bunch of really soft blankets and some water too. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He wasn’t affectionate or that touchy with you, and you wanted him to be.

Tom walked into your room, looking around, admiring your dedication.

“Lay down.”, you instructed.

“So bossy.”, he jokingly muttered.

He laid down on your bed as you walked over.

“Lay on your stomach.”

He groaned but turned over onto his stomach.

You climbed up onto the bed, and then put one of your legs over him so you were straddling his lower back.

“what are you-“

“shhh just relax.”

your hands found their way under his shirt, making their way up to his upperback. You began to slowly massage circles into his back, feeling him instantly become less tense under you. You gradually added pressure in places that felt a little more stiff. You began to knead the knots out of his back too. There were a lot. No wonder the poor boy was so upset, his stress was causing him to get strained.

You went on massaging him for a bit more, and you could tell how calm he was getting.

you climbed off of his back and laid on your side next to him, facing him. His face was towards you and his eyes were shut, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep just yet.

“did you like that?”, you said softly. he opened his eyes narrowly and nodded.

“yes, thank you. you don’t even know how much I needed that. I’m so tired now.”, he murmured.

you opened up your arms. Tom watched you intently.

“c’mere”

“for what?”

“pleaseee don’t fight me on this one. I just wanna hold you.”

“what, like cuddling?”, he questioned, looking doubtful.

“yea… is that okay?”

“um… yea, yea it is. its just that… fuck, this is embarrassing.”, he rubbed his eyes, trying to hide his uneasiness.

“listen, all of the girls I’ve been with before, I never really did anything like that with them. usually we would just hook up and they would leave. what im trying to say I guess, is that I don’t really know how to cuddle or anything like that. I sound so stupid. its kinda just like hugging, right?”, he rambled.

at first, you couldn’t even say anything because you could believe that your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend had never been shown love and affection like that before. he so clearly deserved it, even though he had his moods, he was the sweetest thing. You felt bad for him. That was probably why he hadn’t shown or done anything like that for you before.

“I’ll show you how.”, you responded with a small but sweet smile. his eyes sorta lit up and he picked up his head from the pillow.

“show me how?”

“mhm, c’mere. don’t make me wait any longer, im tired too y’know.”, you teased him a little. Tom scoffed before scooting over to you, waiting for your instructions.

“put your head against my chest, under mine.”

he listened to you, putting the side of his face against your chest. You took his arm and wrapped it around your waist, and he quickly got the memo and snuck his other arm beneath you so that they were both wrapped around you. He pulled you closer, forcing you to smile. you entangled your legs with his.

you two were finally cuddling. you had wanted to for so long, but you didn’t know how to ask. you could feel Tom’s slow breath blow out against you as he got closer to falling asleep.

“thank you, baby.”, he sleepily mumbled.

“of course. I’m sorry your day wasn’t great.”

“it’s definitely better now. I wish we would’ve done this earlier.”

“I thought you didn’t really want me to touch you, or for you to touch me, in this way, I guess…”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to but it was just unfamiliar to me and that kind of scared me, I didn’t want to do anything wrong and I’m not used to this kind of affection.”

“I’m sorry, Tom.”, you said, gently stroking his hair. he breathed deeply, showing you how relaxed he was becoming.

“it’s okay, I have you now.”

You continued to play with his hair as he cuddled you, and you could tell just how peaceful he was. He ended up falling asleep pretty fast. You were so happy that he was able to unwind and open up with you. You reached over to the candle and blew it out. You flipped the light switch off and let yourself fall asleep in Tom’s arms.

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a/n ~ awww this is very sweet to me😭 I love doing these cutesy little stories, they are my favorite to write. I’m in my home country right now so I’m sorry if my posts are very inconsistent or posted at a weird time, thank you for the request!! all of the comments are so sweet too, and they make me feel a lot less insecure about my writing. have a good day !!!💋😽

[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

[prettyboykatsuki]

kaiser with a kind motherly manager who says "you did great!" or "good job!" after a successful interview/press appearance and it sounds like she's praising a dog who just learned a new trick. kind of baby talking him just a little without realizing and he gets so bricked up and immediately bothered by it that he like. speed walks out of the room.

its so bad for him KSDHFJ

its like. the important part of this is that he really kind of rejects the relationship at first i think. kaiser is such a huge pain to deal with and his agency has bounced him through like several diff managers and they've all been driven completely insane by him - men and women. and so they take a different approach and instead of giving someone more professional, they have u step up to the plate

and you're like. an impenetrable wall. you have some experience with kids (maybe your own, maybe just childcare) and it's enough that it makes you this like source of complete Calm. its so easy for people to get annoyed with kaiser

its on purpose too. he knows exactly what buttons to push to make people angry and it's rare someone can get under his skin very sincerely. he figures you'll be just like the rest of them and give up on trying to be his friend or reason with him eventually. they all do.

but. But. you're Maternal in a way that makes kaiser feel like a kid throwing a tantrum any time he does or says things. no matter what kind of insults or berating he does you're just Firm. basically gentle parenting him. AND you're persistent about him.

one time, very much joking, kaiser does something you ask the first time and you practically Beam at him. and maybe just as a reaction, you sort of ruffle his hair and smile with your eyes crinkled and go "see? wouldn't it be nice if you could be a good boy like this all the time?"

instant hard-on. fuck fuck fuck fuck his life fuck everything. thankfully you dont notice but he does and he thinks about ending it all.

and then. subconsciously. he does get just the SLIGHTEST bit more agreeable. just a little tiny bit. and everytime he acts half decent you do the thing again. you really are very Motherly. you're an older woman so he guesses it makes sense but sometimes the way you tell him you'll treat him to dinner after a good match makes him feel the full extent of it. its very mother and her troubled son and he is Less Against that then he should be. the lines are sooooo blurry.

he wants to fight it so bad and he tries so hard but he has a wet dream about you in a way that makes him feel like he's regressed. if he was normal he could pass it off as a crush but the dream is of you letting him suck your tits while you give him a handjob and he stops being able to deny what it is and it plagues and ruins his life.

i think he comes onto you eventually. and it is genuinely in an attempt to push you away and make you disappointed. but then you flip it on him and give him a sexual favor and pull his pants back up for him afterwards and pat his thigh and he's so panicky and Oh No

its so bad JKDFHFSJKD. its so so bad you ruined him and he also becomes possesive over you in a distinct way. it's so misplaced like he's proving freud very right because you're not his mom. you're not.

but the kind of entitlement and the way you are the object of his sexual desire can only be attributed to some weird mother son shit. mind you not a mommy kink. there's not really a roleplay to it for him. he just kind of blatantly wants you to mother him. and it's so so so bad. he's such a freak

[ratskinsuit]

can I request a adhd!reader x any character (pls not Valentino or vox..) any gender

Hazbin Hotel Characters With An ADHD!Reader Headcannons

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A/N: Since I don’t get much info (I’m so sorry) I just decided to do heacanons. Now I don’t do mental disorder specific readers because I don’t wanna mess things up, but I personally have ADHD so I can do this. Although these may be self projecting a bit with my experience so I’m so sorry if it’s not okay.

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Charlie: Also has ADHD (Its just my personal headcanon, it may not be your personal one and that’s okay)

You two honestly can’t be together when you have something to do

Like you won’t get anything down when your together

Because the two of you just feed off each others energy and get distracted the entire time

Vaggie has to physically separate you two so you can focus

Forgetfulness

You could misplace you phone and ask her “Hey Charlie can you call my phone, I dunno where it is.”

And she will just be like “I don’t know where mine is either.” 😭

You two honestly share one single brain cell and switch it every other day (as an ADHD person I can confirm we do this with friends)

Vaggie: Keeps you focused

Okay so If you get distracted a lot she will be there yo try ti get you to focas

Mrs girl has fidgets and things to help you stay on tasks if they gel, if they don’t however,

Well she will try her best

Literally like the mother to you and Charlie so you two don’t do something stupid and he introuble

Melatonin is her best friend

If she can’t calm you down and it’s important, melatonin (unless you take medication)

She makes sure to keep track of all your stuff just incase you forget where you placed it

“Hey Vaggie, do you know where my-“

*Holds out your phone* it was on the kitchen counter

If you take medication (bcs for some people it lowers you appetite) she will remind you to eat.

Alastor: Doesn’t really understand; teases you

When you first tell him you have ADHD his old ass is just like

“Erm, my dear what’s that?”

Thinks you might be crazy till you explain

He honestly finds your energy and do-before-think attitude amusing

Does get pissed when he’s talking to you and you get distracted or forget what he was saying though

Finds it hilarious when Vaggie tries to get you to focus on things

Will finds diff ways to distract you, making it harder for Vaggie

Just enjoys the chaos of your energy

If you take medication for it he may or may not hide occasionally it just to see the chaos unfold (Before you come at me: he . Is . In . Hell . For . A . Reason)

Unless HE needs you to focas

Then you better be focused

Angel Dust: Loves hanging out with you

You two are probubly best friends fr

LOVES your energy because he finds it so fun

You two just go hang out and wander the streets, laughing and giggling together

He’s fine with the distracting and forgetfulness part, he knows it happens

Makes sure you eat. Eat or he will make you.

Honestly he’s just really understanding and knows that it’s hard for you to be able to control it

(Plz send best friend requests for him I did headcanons and I love writing best friend Angel)

While he does understand and love your energetic-ness, he also makes sure that you don’t act ok impulse TOO much

Like, stops you from making rash decisions that could hurt you in the future

Late night sleepovers

You two on the couch packing yourselves full of sugar and watching movies

Husk: Dies on the inside, also designated babysitter (Jkjk. Also I do realize that people with ADHD arnt children or stupid, this is just a reference to the energy)

Giving depressed dad energy

Like he’s just sitting at the bar cleaning up and your just talking at 50 miles per hour

He does however listen to the random things you say, he’s used to listening

Sometimes if you a bit chiller he will be able to follow along better and will input into the convo

Let’s you ramble and doesn’t mind the little quirks you have like interrupting him

He’s delt with worse

He has a alot of different stories, so if you have a lot of energy expect to be dropped off at the bar

His stories are exciting and can surprisingly keep most people’s attention for a while

He knows what it is but not the knowledgeable on it

But understands the basics on what it does and blah blah blah

Generally doesn’t mind the energy or the getting distracted, or the forgetfulness

Once again he’s delt with worse

Velvette: Somewhat gets it, gets pissy sometimes though

So she gets some of the “quirks”, like having a lot of energy, fidgeting, forgetfulness and getting distracted

If your her friend/partner she’s fine with it

She can deal with high energy and talking, she also talks very fast so she can keep up and keep a conversation

Finds different ways to keep you entertained so she can work if she can’t be in the moment

During parties she finds it hilarious

Doesn’t do the best with impulse control, she likes seeing what will happen and where it will go

Doesn’t mind the distractions unless she’s talking to you, then expects you to listen

However if you are one of her models or workers

She takes no excuses

You better pay attention and pay attention well

We all know she’s very demanding of her employees so you better hope she doesn’t notice you

Becwuse if she’s talking to you and get distracted or arnt paying attention…

My guy your fucked

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A/N: So this person asked for anybody but Vox or Valentino. But if anybody wants or if this does well I’ll make a pt 2 with them and more characters.

[nativegirltapes]

I've only read the script for the movie (along with the book) 1. Would you say that Eugene is very cold and detached during the BJ scene when Lee goes down on him. In the script in basically says that Lee keeps looking to see if Eugene is into it but that he is ''neither disgusted nor happy''. 2. How do you inerpret Eugenes back and forth. His tug and pull with Lee essentially. Again, I have not seen the movie, only read the script, but from what I gather, it seems like Eugene does not know what his sexuality is and is exploring it, a bit confused about it. And therefor does not know how to feel about Lee. To me, I think apart of him likes him but then the other part of him, is almost disgusted/confused for liking a man and tries to fight it. 3. I totally feel you on the ''allerton lowkey made me mad''. He is one cold ass bitch. Goes from having intimate moments to just plain out ignoring him in public, or looking bored when they have conversations. Even from reading the script, there was a certain bordom from the intimacy as well ''If you insist''. Like damn. If a man was that disinterested with me, bye. Though it feels a bit icky that they had an agreement to ''have Allerton please him twice a week''. I feel like that makes the ''love'' completley void in my opinion. How did you feel about that? Did you think it effected the ''love story'' 4. Would you say this movie is not fully based in....reality....and a bit....not fantasty, but obviously not reality either. I mean....Lee and Eugene having the same dream. Lee ''thinking'' that he is touching Eugenes hair and therefor it moves....

oooooo love these questions <3 i barely understood what was going on during half the movie but i’ll try my best to answer 💝 talking about queer under the cut !!

1. honestly no? he seemed very into when lee was giving him a BJ, he was panting and he seemed very horny and turned on. and even after that he seemed pretty eager to unbutton lee’s pants and give him a hand job. so id say no? he didn’t seem detached. but honestly someone else might have a diff interpretation. i will be completely honest i was just looking at drews fine ass making orgasm faces sigh.

2. i agree!!!!!!!! i will say it’s so fucking hard to read eugene so it’s hard to know if he’s disgusted with the idea of being gay or if he’s just disgusted with lee. the only time i personally picked up on eugene being disgusted by the idea of being gay was when they were in the jungle and the lady who gave them the ayahuasca, after their hallucination was basically saying “the doors already open why not explore more?” (to me it was her basically saying that she seen how open eugene and lee were with each other and thinks they should explore their relationship further) and eugene just kind of looked at her like he was disgusted with himself ?? the lady also said “you should have seen yourself last night.” or something like that. and it’s like oh! his lil gay ass!

3. YES OMG!!!! also there’s one part where they’re at lunch or dinner or whatever and lee is yapping away and when he’s done talking you see eugene kind of just laugh and not give an answer or response to literally anything lee was talking about and then you see lee kind of scoff bc he’s upset eugene didn’t have anything to say to him ? and then he kind of just ask what he’s gonna get to eat because he realizes eugene literally does not GAF. it’s sad. AND YES the “if you insist.” …. it’s like …. eugene you CAN say no ? this wasn’t even when they went to south america yet so it’s like there was so “agreement” yet. eugene could have said “no i don’t want to do anything right now.” but he just said “if you insist.” … like boy what … almost like he was ashamed that he too wanted to do something sexual so kind of made it seem like he was forced into doing something sexual with him ?? does this make sense?

4. i think i know what you’re asking but also im not sure ?? but also yes ?? like when they’re at the movie and lee goes to touch eugene but he’s not really touching him. like after seeing that i really thought that at the end of the movie we were gonna find out that eugene was just apart of lee’s imagination or hallucinations from the heavy drugs he takes. maybe he is?? idk the movie just fucking confused me.

anyway loved these questions 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🩷

[sadnightforus]

DON’T SAY GOODBYE  (OSR) 

boyfriend!shotaro x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: You both loved each other. So much. But you made the hardest decision to break up while you were dining — one last time together because the love you both shared was beginning to consume every sanity you have.�� 

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reader is implied to be AFAB but i tried making it very gender neutral. codependent couple, emotional pain. Shotaro is kinda needy for reader’s attention and he’s an overthinker so take that how you will. 

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: sorry for making y’all wait. I just began to spam writing my stuff lol. Also, I’m not even listening to bloo when I’m writing this, we just gotta turn up for a diff direction for the writing.

SONG USED: DON’T SAY GOODBYE BY BLOO. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! 

 

Shotaro can feel something is wrong today. However, he doesn’t voice it as he drives to the dinner date that he made the reservations at months ago.

 On his way to the dinner date, he keeps trying to lay off his negative thoughts while driving. He doesn’t know why he feels this unbearable amount of anxiety piling in his stomach and he keeps thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve happened to him and you. 

 Fuck, why would he do that?

 Then, as he drives past the traffic light and nearing his destination, he is thankful that he didn’t crash and die along the way. He wonders if you’ve ever made it to the restaurant.

 But he’ll save all of those concerns to ask you once he arrives at the place. For now, he’ll keep driving until he sees a familiar building, where you both can wine and dine. And kiss, perhaps spend all nights uncovering each other’s secrets and giving into the temptation.

 He hopes that tonight will be a goodnight.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know which floor the table for Osaki Shotaro is at?” You ask the receptionist, who is typing something onto her company’s computer. She looks up at you, almost as immediately when your voice startles her out of the ‘working’ mode she has on earlier.

“I’ll check in a bit. Please wait for a moment.” She responds, voice sweet like honey and graces you with a smile before she goes back to typing on her computer again, this time though; searching for the customer’s information about the reservation.

“Can I get your name?” She politely asks, noting down the information into the database. 

“L/N Y/N.” 

“Table 5, floor 3, miss.” She turns around again to answer your question and you squeak out a small ‘Thank you.’ before you walk off, your high heels make contact with the marble floor. 

 Your hair sways with every movement you make, your makeup looks seemingly flawless today, a killer look that can easily put people in their trance if they walk past you, making your way around as if you’re here to make a heartbreak statement. Or maybe you do, but it’s something that you’d prefer to tell your boyfriend over the dinner table. 

 Your walk soon comes to a halt as you stop in front of an elevator for the door to open. With the metal door opens itself to you, you take a step, then another, then another… until you’re inside this box and your fingers wander off to the 3rd floor. As it closes and shuts itself tight with you as the only person inside, you begin to let yourself drown with the thoughts of your realization. 

 Maybe you’ve been more than being in denial. But you know that the relationship gets worse overtime. You’re not sure if you wish to stay with him or not, and that thought terrified you. Although you wanted to, it seems like there’s no point of dragging it around anymore. 

 You both are a right match at the wrong time. 

 You reminisce about you and him being college sweethearts, with you being in the same class as him, a year older and all. He was a charming and sweet guy, who was attentive to you and your needs, and eventually, he confessed to you, stating that he has always seen you as more than a mentor. You initially turned him down gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings much. At that time, you thought of him as someone who’s younger and you couldn’t see yourself harbor such feelings.

 He never brought up again and overtime, your feelings for him grew. It started off quite simple— one day, he rushed over to your place when you were busy and in need of buying snacks, but it was almost 2 am and you figured out that you should get it on your own. But since you couldn’t get up no matter how much you tried, you decided to call him as your last resort to have your needs fulfilled. Your sleepy voice made his heart beat, as usual, and like a lovesick fool he is, he quickly rushed out of bed, put on his shirt, jeans and jacket and made his way out of the door. He wouldn’t let you sleep without being hungry, ever. 

 And in a blink of an eye, he showed up with the snacks you wanted and even energy drinks, successfully managed to find where you live even though the live location you sent him lagged and the accuracy of the app isn’t the app’s strong suit.

Since then, you developed feelings for him, because of his kindness. You were deeply afraid that he would no longer like you, but luckily, he still has a place for you in his heart. And the love story of you both was something out of a fairytale, with him being the one who’s head over heels and always tends to your heart in every single aspect. He’s a perfect boyfriend. 

 He’s perfect. 

 Too perfect.

 And soon enough, you both developed intense attachment to one another, to the point that everybody noticed that there was too much involvement from him in your life and vice versa. You don’t know how to be yourself anymore, so does he.

 The elevator opens and you quickly exit, the sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor doesn’t startle anybody who eats there, in fact, they’re too immersed in their conversations to notice that you’re the newcomer. 

 Your eyes scan to the 5th table that the receptionist told you about earlier and you see the table, empty on both sides. You raise your eyebrow, puzzled that for once, your boyfriend is running late, instead of you. Usually, you always arrive after him, routinely just a minute or two.

 You tug your dress, then gently pull your chair and sit down, with your designer handbag laying on your thighs. You suppose you can wait for him for once, eyeing the empty seat in front of you.

 Meanwhile, Shotaro makes it to the restaurant on time. As he grabs his phone and checks over for his wallet and seeing it’s set, he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the car, quickly walking from the parking lot of the fancy restaurant to the entrance. 

 He checks the watch, realizing he’s by 3 minutes later. He feels bad, knowing that you’re probably waiting for him. His long legs do help steady his steps to be more precise, as he quickly makes his way to the receptionist desk. He stands there, almost frozen as he doesn’t know what to do next.

 He bites his lips, wanting to confirm his place and wondering if you have arrived yet.

“Hi, sorry. My name’s Osaki Shotaro and I’m just here to confirm if my table was the 5th one on the 3rd floor? And have you seen a person come by, who asked for my table?” 

 The receptionist, bless her, startles out of her trance, asking him to repeat his words again as she was busy organizing the table’s lists and orders, typing all information into the little work website they have. 

 He smiles, embarrassment fills over his face, as he repeats again, this time, gentler but also, slightly more panicked.

“Ah… reservation for me, Osaki Shotaro, 5th table on the 3rd floor. Is that correct?” 

“Yes, sir. That is correct.” The receptionist nods, confirming his words. He then takes the chance to ask about you. 

“Um… Have you seen someone who came and asked for my reservation?” He catches his breath, clarifying. “L/N Y/N, the name of the person I’m asking.” 

 The receptionist nods before responding “Yes, sir, I assume they have gone up there already.” 

 His eyes light up at the confirmation that you’re already here, possibly waiting for his presence. He smiles, nodding like a happy child.

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

 He bows to the receptionist, leaving her stunned as his legs spread and sprinting directly to the closed off elevator. He can’t be sure if there was someone in there or if it’s empty, but he doesn’t want to miss it. 

 His rough and slender finger taps onto the button, frantically pressing onto the G floor like his time would be running out soon. He breathes the sigh of relief, although to calm his beating heart that threatens to fall out of his chest. 

 As the elevator opens, he quickly steps inside, letting it close before he presses on the 3rd floor, letting it lead him to where you are. Thank god it’s empty.  

 Back to you, who is anxiously waiting for him. You keep looking at the time, wondering if there’s something happening and if you should call him. He never once was late for your date nights together at all.

 You take out your phone to dial his number, wondering if he runs late or is there an accident. 

 You were about to call for him when a disoriented man runs towards your direction, hair quite messy and panic scatters all over his face. His cologne is hard to miss— it belongs to the only man you’ve been waiting for. 

“I’m sorry, did you wait for me?” 

 He looks apologetic, his eyes soften as he looks at your polished appearance and the phone in your hand. Your screen lights up and he could sense that you would’ve rung his line if he arrived any later than this. 

“Yeah. Sit down.” You tell him softly, putting down your phone into your handbag. 

 He sheepishly pulls out his chair and then gently sits down, facing you as he combs his hair, trying to look presentable in front of you. 

“I’m sorry I was late. I don’t have any excuse… but I was so anxious that I couldn’t get here on time. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, lips bitten, shame fills deep in his heart. 

“It’s fine. I was really worried that something happened to you during our way here, you know?” You explain, and you yourself, feel that pang in your stomach too. 

 As if your time with him is coming to an end. 

 It’s tragic. 

 He nods before he follows up with another question after some minutes of complete silence. 

“Have you ordered anything?”  

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” You tell him the truth, a little sign escapes your lips, which didn’t pass Shotaro’s observation. 

“Ah… I feel bad.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Should I get your favorite steak?” 

 You nod, not giving much attention to his words. Normally, you’re more attentive to his words, but today, you almost seemed cold and indifferent. Unfortunately, that also didn’t escape from Shotaro’s watchful eyes. 

 Did you stop loving me?

 Those words echo in his brain, as he notices how you’re not as enthusiastic about this tonight. 

 He soon called out for the waiter to place an order. The entire time that you both digest the dinner as the dishes get placed on the table, you both keep quiet, instead of letting the conversation flow like you’d usually would. 

 You’re not usually talkative, but at least, you’d always try to make light of the atmosphere to keep it in a good mood. You find it difficult to do now because there’s a lump in your throat, you can’t talk whenever you want to in front of him. 

 You’re afraid that you’ll break him. But your fragile self will break even more. 

 You gently wipe your lips with a tissue, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You’re thinking to yourself that it’s not worth it anymore. It’s killing both him and you on the inside.

 You loved him as much as you also recognized that the relationship was starting to wear down on you. You both become… too much for each other. 

 You couldn’t exist without him by your side.

 It’s a painful realization that you came to make when you suddenly woke up one day and feel anxious to be by yourself. Deep down, you know that Shotaro will like you no matter what, but you just… you lost a part of yourself. You can see that you both were never meant to be like this.

 Did you fall out of love? It’s more complicated than that. 

 But if anything, you started to recognize the patterns of extreme codependency, whether in emotional or physical ways. You recently started to distance yourself from him, wanting to set both of you and him free.

 The slow flow of grape wine that he pours into the glass awakes you out of the thoughts that battle between your heart and brain. You don’t want to ruin this moment, but the tension becomes thicker as time drags on. 

 This might be by far, the longest dinner date that you both have. 

 You also get the same wine and pour it into the wine glass, lips pressed into the rim and slowly, letting the drop of the bitter taste seep into your throat. 

 You know Shotaro doesn’t drink much. He pours such a little amount because he drives here. So you never asked him why he won’t indulge in the act of drinking. You then gently place the wine glass in front of you, looking at him, heart pounds with anxiety to break this news to him. 

 After awhile, you sigh, your silky voice utters the words that you never thought would be spilled from your lips. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You say it softly, eyes showing the utmost sadness in your words.

 His worst nightmare came true. 

 Chib, chib, chib. 

 That’s the sound of the arrow stabbed right into his fragile heart, your words are the deadliest weapon and the purest medicine that could cure him. But right now, you intended to kill him with those simple words. He brings himself to ask you a question, not sure if he heard you right and he was hoping that you were just joking when you said those words. 

“You’re joking right?” 

 The silence that follows after, tells him everything that he needed to know. 

 He can sense the emotions linger in the air, without you having to ever utter it out. His voice shakes a bit, as he speaks softly, biting the bullet to hear the confirmation from you himself. 

“Is this the end of us?” 

 You don’t know how to act, maybe you shouldn’t underestimate that he would read you like an open book. 

 The silence drags on for a long time, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything— which heightens Shotaro’s anxiety. Maybe he had been wrong about the intuition that you don’t love him anymore. Maybe… maybe-

“Maybe…” You whimper softly, gaze lingers on him and then at the wine glass. “I’m really sorry.” 

“Will I know why?” His voice chokes up as he asks that question. It’s not out of necessity, but mere curiosity… or even trying to see if he’s inferior to the kind of person that you longed for, but he couldn’t give to you. He sighs as his chest is tightening with pain and overwhelming sadness that everything is coming to an end. 

“Did you fall out of love with me?” 

 You shake your head in pure disagreement before you give a reply. “No.” You then hesitate to continue, not sure if it’s what you should be saying, but you decide that you came this far and confessed this much. It wouldn’t hurt to say more “I don’t think… we’re supposed to be like this. This codependent, this attached… that we lost ourselves anymore.” 

 He nods his head slowly, processing your words. It’s true— he loves you more than life itself. But you’re right— it’s not good or healthy for a relationship to progress like yours like this. 

 If only he could turn back time and be a better man. 

 The restaurant is quiet, the slow music is playing to accommodate the tense atmosphere that has been set by you both. People from a few tables away can’t hear the conversation that you both are having. Much less, a break up like this. 

“Can’t we fix this?” His voice gets more panicked, his hands shake, he’s close to losing his mind. His hands reach out to grab yours, all delicate and perfect, with a promise ring on your finger. A ring that he bought for you a year ago. You return the favor, fingers caressing softly onto the matching ring on his hand. 

“I don’t think… It's just our problem together. It’s us that have problems separately that came together and bundled it up.” You suck in your breath, it pains you to say it too. “We had so many of these talks, but it’s like we failed to meet our promises to be the healthier version of ourselves.” 

 His heart drops low, he had never felt so hopeless before. 

 The silence lingers in the air after your statement. The slow breathing from both you and him, as an attempt to calm one another’s hearts down, doesn’t seem to be much of a help. Finally, he brings himself to utter the phrase that he despises saying it. 

“Is there no hope for us?” He asks, voice breaks as he is confronted by the reality to see that the relationship suffocates you, much to his selfishness.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head firmly. Knowing that you both are in too deep and this is doing more harm than good. He is reluctant to accept the extent of their situation, but he sighs, confronting the reality. 

 They’re beyond broken. 

 He braces himself to ask another question, breathing through his mouth, attempting to take control of his trembling voice that only gets worse overtime. 

“We worked it out fine, didn’t we?” 

“I thought we did.” 

 ‘I thought we did.’ 

 Deep down, he knows it. You’ve always been the more mature one in the relationship, but you feel like someone he should be protective over. Maybe it’s because that you always rely on him and in turn, it also feeds into him being your savior that the relationship reaches the breaking point like this. 

“Am I too immature?” He asks, eyes pleading with a look that asks you to stay. To just try for them one last time. “Too intense?” 

 You can’t lie and say it isn’t. Because it is. But it’s also your fault that you allow it to go as far as possible. To the point of no return. 

“I don’t know what went wrong.” You say softly. You don’t remember when it did go wrong. “I wish I knew. But by the time I realized that we’re dysfunctional… It's way too late. All those talks never helped.” 

 You’ve always been the rational one between the both of you. But right now, he wishes you weren’t so rational. 

“I’m sorry.” Shotaro chokes it out, his heartstring is being painfully pulled out as he feels his chest tightens more and more from the pain and shame that he never seems to be bettering himself to be enough of a good boyfriend for you. 

 You sigh, you love him a lot. But it’s so hard on you too, and not just him who has to sit here and listen to how they both messed up. 

“I’m codependent and I’m… a bit starved of validation. I’m sure that it wouldn’t sound much to you but I grow more insecure and doubtful of myself. I don’t know why.” 

 You know why. 

 You were never loved. And when you love, you don’t know how to. You need a lot of therapy and inner healing to do. 

“I’m sorry too.” You try to hold back from crying, this is making your heart hurt, your whole body hurts itself from the intensity of your emotions, mirroring him. 

“Don’t say goodbye just yet.” He whispers, his eyes tell you everything he needs to know— after all, it’s the window to his soul, as slow drops of waterfall coming right out of his beautiful sparkling but pained eyes. 

 You wanted to do that badly, but you prioritize your sanity and his over the love that you both have. 

“We can’t keep going on like this.” 

 He knows that, maybe it’s time to say goodbye. But what will happen to the dream life that they worked so hard towards to achieve it? 

 Will it all go in vain? 

“What about everything else?” His voice chokes up in pain and you want to cry from the pain that radiates from his voice. It kills you just as much as it kills him. 

 You retreat back from his grasp, as much as you liked the warmth of his hands. Right now, it overwhelms your senses, one that you couldn’t ignore and you’d want to cry into his arms and ask for another chance, but you couldn’t do it. You’d be selfish and trapped you both in a relationship of nothing but the unhealthy cycle that won’t be as beautiful as you had hoped for in the long run. 

 He watches you as you remove the matching ring he had gotten for you and it hits him, you both are really over. 

 There will be no more you and him. 

 You used to envision yourself getting married to him, thinking that he’s the perfect man. He still is, but you both aren’t made for each other anymore. Time changes you both. 

“I’m thankful that we had a wonderful time together.” You reply softly, the voice that he always adores, filled with gratitude that he doesn’t want to hear. 

 You let your tears fall onto the silver ring, as you gently place it onto the table with care and attentiveness to make sure that he won’t lose it. Then, you stand up, grabbing your handbag, as he watches you hopelessly. 

 Your tears seamlessly drop onto the silver ring; the ring that once held the promise of the forever future you both will be having are being snatched away by your words. You place the ring onto the white cloth that covers the table, the ring shines with your tears, as shining as the day he first met you, right in front of him. 

 He feels hopeless as you stand up, strapping your handbag and adjusting it accordingly and watching you wipe your tears in front of him like that. 

 You smile bitterly, the sincerity of your smile makes it worse. 

“Thank you for everything.” 

 And as you walk away until you disappear out of his sight in this beautiful restaurant, he knows that it’s time he says goodbye to this relationship, too.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[sleepy0s]

your not helping!

Doc: Do you even have a plan?

EVO!Grian/Xelqua: This is the plan! I break us out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win!

Doc: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!

Grian goes by Xelqua and also looks diff to hermitcraft G so they don’t recognise it as younger Grian.

Bit shorter one, had a busy day

252 words

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Look, Doc had tried so hard to be polite to these people, for a week. But he didn’t trust any of them. Actually, that’s a lie. He trusted Pearl, Martyn and Jimmy. But the rest of ‘em? NAH. And, after they had gotten imprisoned by the watchers, Doc was on his last screw.

Xelqua was currently consoling Jimmy, telling him it would all be fine and they’d be okay. Doc was having none of it. After ten minutes of Xelqua seemingly lying to Jimmy, Doc had enough. “Do you even have a plan!?” He snapped.

Xelqua, shocked, turned to look at the man. Sending a glare of, ‘you're not helping, shut up.’ “Of course I do! I break us out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win!” He snapped back, obviously just as fed up with Doc’s attitude. “You know, the usual.”

Honestly, dude had shown up on HIS server, shown him so much disrespect, and Xelqua literally had done nothing to him! He had given Doc so much kindness! But he only wanted to be around Pearl, Jimmy and Martyn. And Firstly, they are his siblings, and secondly, Pearl and Martyn had told Xelqua to send him to the void the second Doc has spawned. But noooo. Xelqua’s the one who gets the attitude.

“Oh of course. The old ‘something, something, something, we win.’” He snarked, sarcasm obvious. “That’s a terrible plan!”

Xelqua stood up, walking over to Doc, “Well I don’t see you giving any Brilliant ideas! So Shut it!”

[heartsoji]

comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship

suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)

notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy

warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends

notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)

a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn

s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)

-you were clingy.

-and you knew that very well.

-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.

-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.

you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"

the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."

you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.

then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"

you were very taken aback. "what?"

"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.

you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.

although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.

where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"

you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.

you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.

though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.

when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.

when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.

when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.

when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.

rin took note of all of it.

he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.

"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.

you froze. he noticed?

"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.

he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.

you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."

he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."

to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.

but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.

there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.

"same here."

b. koutaro & another girl

-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new

-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.

-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.

his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.

-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.

-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.

-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.

"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.

you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.

but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?

when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?

you wiped your tears and walked up to him.

"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.

at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?

"what did i-" he began.

"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.

you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.

"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"

his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.

"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.

"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"

it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.

that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)

"woah woah woah!" he screamed.

you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.

he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.

he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."

you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.

"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.

"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"

you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.

even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.

s. kiyoomi & time for two

-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.

-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.

-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.

-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.

he was late.

omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.

you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.

you wait an additional 10 minutes.

then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.

and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.

finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.

"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."

"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."

"thanks, babe."

you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.

you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.

the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.

however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.

you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.

on friday, you were having the worst day possible.

your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.

all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.

however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.

when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.

he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.

and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.

"hey, is everything ok?"

you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.

he was alarmed, to say the least.

he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.

"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.

you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.

"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.

"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.

however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."

he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."

"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"

he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.

yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

[kynimdraws]

Top vs Jungle diff standoff Okay I got too much brainworms on this Runeterra-verse K'sante/Yone that I made a continuation from this post LOL

Enjoy my funni story under the cut

After their fateful meeting, K'sante and Yone started to travel together. Yone would silently continue to his azakana hunt regardless of the locals asking for such help, and K'sante visited the various temples of Ionia to expand his knowledge. K'sante enjoyed having company, even if said travel companion…was a little strange.

Whenever K'sante would come into any spot of civilization, Yone would remain a fair distance away, once commenting he would not be welcome given his frightening visage. Even when the two would just be camping out in the wild, Yone would help gather food and fuel…but never join for a meal. K'sante had offered, but Yone would just shake his head.

"Ah, eating. How I miss it…"

Yone joked about this once, and K'sante asked what he had meant. Initially Yone would simply go away and re-appear the next day, but eventually the man would tell snippets of his past. How he was not exactly alive or dead, and how he ended up in this state. And how his crimson mask had appeared and became a permanent fixture of his face.

Between these stories, Yone did not forget his promise about teaching K'sante the way to sense azakana. While Yone did rely on this mask's "vision" to see them, his old training to be spiritually aware of all beings was still a fundamental part of why he was so adept at hunting them. It was hard work, but K'sante took to the lessons wholeheartedly.

It also helped that the two would visit the temples/monasteries that reinforced Yone's teachings in various ways (Yone himself still refused to go in them, maybe out of shame or something else). While these places still were recovering from the Noxian invasions, the community around them were still strong and resilient. K'sante would often remark on this and how such strength was similar to Nazumah. Yone eventually did get curious, and was content to hear K'sante tell tales and history about his home. It was admirable that a man would travel so far to learn, all for the sake of protecting others.

While Yone was enjoying this travel, a small part of him was sad that soon…this will have to end. K'sante did say he will be going back home after visiting all the places that Sett and others had recommended, and that list was finite. Before all this, Yone was fine being alone given his fate. Now, he felt a bit of dread.

Even worse, the azakana of his mask seemed to be much more restless. Shifting…eating away at him. Giving him horrible headaches and eye pain. Was it the fear and other negative emotions that was feeding the azakana? Yone was unsure, and tried to suppress his feelings. K'sante would start to notice too (a downside of Yone teaching the man about how to be spiritually attuned…he was getting too good at noticing Yone withdrawing/disassociating spiritually). K'sante tried to offer ways that he could help, but Yone would always reject them, claiming it is his own burden to bear.

This problem reaches a breaking point during a particularly difficult hunt for a rogue azakana-nearly-demon. After the hunt was done, Yone collapses while grimacing in pain. The wounds during the battle was already hurting, but now the mask now felt like it was about to eat him alive. K'sante rushes over and asks if Yone is okay.

"I'm…fine….this will…pass….on its own…" Yone barely manages to reply.

He feels his body being lifted up by K'sante's strong arms. Yone expects a talking-to the other man but instead feels K'sante freeze in place. Yone looks up to see what is going on despite the pain, and sees why K'sante was standing still.

Kindred was standing in front of them.

"Ina…and Ani?" K'sante stared at the spectral beings of death in fascination (see "A Good Death"). Nazumah had tales about them, but seeing them was a completely different experience. Yone meanwhile, feels a sense of sadness and relief. To him, it seemed that his borrowed time in the living world was finally coming to an end.

"I…have fallen outside your cycle, Lamb and Wolf. Are…you here to…usher me back?"

Kindred does not answer. Instead, Wolf comes over to the two, and bares his fangs.

"Yone-thing could be ripe for picking, little Lamb. Can I please?"

"Dear Wolf, you know we are here for just one of them."

"Fine."

Yone stares in confusion, but also realizes that his mask seemed to be gripping Yone's skull like a vise, trembling slightly. Was it…fearful?

"…Gong'pojun."** The Lamb called out.

An earth-shattering shriek explodes as the azakana of Yone's mask bursts forth. The name revealed, the azakana tries to escape its fate…but Wolf chases after it, howling with glee. As their noises fade away, K'sante looks and sees Yone has fainted. The impression the cursed mask had made on Yone's face was bloody, but the man was still whole....and freed from the mask.

"W...what have you done, Ani?" K'sante asks Lamb.

"Merely hunting our prey. We have come to you, but not for you."

As Lamb finishes her reply, Wolf returned with crimson-stained jaws and a smile.

"That was a fun hunt! Let us go again, little Lamb!"

"Of course, my dear Wolf."

The two turn to leave, but not without the Wolf's final word to the two:

"We look forward to meeting you again, little hunters."

**The mask azakana name I 100% made up based on 공포증 = KR word for "phobia"

[indie-ttrpg-of-the-week]

Voidheart Symphony, Psychic Revolution in a Corrupt City

Guh- Wh- PSYCHIC ATTACK!v

Genre: Dungeon Crawler(ig?), Slice of Life (partially)

Touchstones: Persona, Psychonauts

What is this game?: Voidheart symphony is a game about sieging a conceptual psychic realm, and stopping evil in your city by any means necessary

How's the gameplay?: Voidheart is a 2d6 game, however how rolling works is dependent on the next mechanic: The game is split down the middle between two distinct worlds: The City and the Castle, while in the city you roll 2d6 and need to roll over one of your "Stress Gauges", basically representing your different attributes you need to juggle while in the city, Money, Health, Fame, How onto you the castle is, these are the stats you need to juggle while in the city, rolling under them usually incurs some sort of crisis, maybe you get a disease or a sudden major expense requires you to be homeless for a little bit. Meanwhile in the Castle, you get to break free of these fetters, Physical needs are no longer necessary, Relevant? probably, but you're not required to check in on them, instead you now use a more standard 2d6+stat roll over 6 system, your stats being named after the suits in a minor arcana deck. The game also has a fairly complex Relationship system, named Covenants, Major Covenants are assigned a card from the Major arcana corresponding to how that person is, and their relationship to you, and these covenants give you a power both in the City and in the Castle, which may be used to gain an advantage. This game is… complex and granular, to say the least, but it all wraps together into a great experience overall. Characters have different playbooks, which correspond to their roles both IRL and in the Castle, while there's some standard ones, a Navigator who's good at finding their way through the castle, a Smooth talking Icon, a Community leader Authority, a caring Provider, there's also some funkier ones; the Penitent used to profit from the castle, but no longer does, but old habits die hard, and its hard to trust someone after all the bad they've done. The Inhuman is a creature not of this world, blending into our own. And the Captive lost their body to the void, only able to manifest in the real world by getting help from someone else

What's the setting (If any) like?: Voidheart's setting is an urban fantasy setting where Dracula's Castle (vast oversimplification of the lore) has turned into an ancient eldritch entity creeping into our own world and protecting wrongdoers from consequences, making bad people be able to do anything they want with no consequence, maybe an abusive gym teacher is able to always somehow cover up his wrongdoings, or a social media influencer who steals all her content seems to always have something bad happen to anyone who tries to expose her… Either way, you guys are able to traverse into the Void, an alternate dimension where the castle lies, now in the void you… change, you become something different than what you are in our own world, for the better? for the worse? who knows! either way, the void is alien and you are currently within it.

What's the tone?: Voidheart's tone is of a world in its last legs… but that you can change! Voidheart is a game about revolution and rebellion through and through, you must destroy the castle and take back the world for the common people

Session length: 3-4 hours this game is bulky

Number of Players: 3-5 is a good number I'd say, its a complex game so try to not overwhelm yourself!

Malleability: Voidheart's setting is pretty set in stone, but the City itself can be basically anywhere, from a near future cyberpunk-ish world, to 80s Detroit, to a bog town in Ireland with a population of 400, as long as it can be fucked over by the big guy, the Castle can manifest within it

Resources: Voidheart has an online character keeper, and the game itself points you to many different resources that can be used to run the game

This game is probably one of my favorites, its so densely packed and just full of stuff, but it all works! it all blends together into one really fun seamless experience, its a great game that I highly encourage any prospecting game designers to read, and any player to look at

[ravenwitch45]

Could I request Stolas, blitzø, and Loona (separately) with a reader who was a witch when they were alive and still is in hell.

Having SO who was a witch and still is in Hell

Stolas

Oh okay then!

He's surprised but quite happy at this revelation.

He's also a mage, and while every demon can do magic to an extent, the actual techniques to learn most arts are coveted by certain circles. The only exception are overlords granted powers upon reincarnation. Either way Stolas barely ever sees let alone interacts with other magic users.

So upon discovering the fact you knew and practiced magic before death. He's immediately intriqued, asking all about it. Whether or not your powers were granted or there from birth, How they work, What you like to do with them and of course he loves seeing you use your powers.

After his curiosity has been sated a little, he... well we all know he loves to ramble on about his interests. And while with a bit of time it's easy to grasp the basics of botany, Magic is a lot more complicated, Blitz just kind of tunes it out even though he tries, and Octavia is just starting her magic training.

So he starts rambling on about it all to you, unintentionally of course but he subconciously just feels more comfortable about it with you. You notice it but don't mind, having had no one to discuss magic with either for a long time you welcome it, and start asking him about it actively and making sure to listen, which makes him happier then you could imagine.

One thing he really likes to do with you after discovering it, is mix his magic with yours. It's a very intimate, and powerful technique if used agressivley, generally only done with romantic partners and other learned loved ones. He had never done it, considering... you know but when he does it with you, he just melts.

The spell gives a glimpse of the other person's thoughts and feelings, and being able to literally feel all the love you have for him just makes him a blushing mess in your arms.

He loves you so much.

Blitzo

Oh another Magical Hottie? He's down.

He's familiar with magic of course, i mean his other partner as well as his daughter know magic and he himself has learned a bit from using Stolas's grimoire so he's far from weirded out, surprised of course, but cool with it.

But unlike Stolas, he knows nothing about the complexities, so his questions are a lot more wild guesses? He honestly thought you might have been a sinner who got magic due to ruthlessness like The Vs or Al to which he ain't upset at the idea. He would be impressed if that was true.

Also he of course asks what you can do in bed with it, and no he doesn't mean a card trick.

Depending on how you were treated in life, he'll have some buisness to take care of.

Honestly just watches you in awe if he ever sees you kill with it, probably would run up to you and kiss you after it's over, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and calling you a beautiful badass

He runs on like one braincell most of the time so he might ask for a bit of help with stuff, like if he misplaces one of his horse figures or something, you honestly saying you should just teach him these spells but you never do, he just likes seeing you do it.

He is always impresed by every bit of magic you use, mnot matter how much he sees it.

Had to apoligize profusely when you glared at him for buying a pointy hat, assuming you'd like it, though you both laughed it off

Overall he doesn't care too much, he think it's cool and might make fun but cares more on how you treat him and his loved ones, and if that comes with some magic he's good with that.

Loona

Oh she is interested, in every part.

Her favorite top has a pentagram on it, this girl loves magic. And while officially she's just a receptionist, she's generally the one who handles the grimoire plus she knows how to disguise herself so she's a bit of a mage herself.

While she is very curious about how being a witch is, she's someone who understands how it is to be treated diffrently when you don't want to so she'll generally let you talk when you feel like it.

Eventually will ask for help with some magic stuff if she feels like it's needed. Like asking for help on memorizing spells, and asking her step dad or sister feels daunting to her.

Will totally get you witchy fashion from Stylish Occult if you like that stuff.

One time asks if familars are a real thing, getting the response that she is kinda your familar, a deep and intended to be life long bond a witch has with someone special and she just becomes a blushing mess from that.

She likes it a lot, and is very happy to learn about that side of you, but overall loves you as before

(Sorry for the few here, I've never done Loona before.)

Okay there you go! Sorry this took so long, my birthday happened and I got distracted by a lot of stuff, but I finally finished it! And I'll get to more soon enough!