#and in return you get some little sneaky hints !!!

[funkyplantguy]

Heyo! Am here to make you think abt ur scarian superhero au, cuz it sounds really fun!

I assume there's superpowers in the universe, but does scar have any? It seemed like he only used the gadget cub made him. What about Grian?

Also, Grian works to convince people that scar is hotguy through youtube essays, right? Is that all he would upload?

And last of all- cumbo???

HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!

first and foremost - i'm going to use you (and this ask) as a bit of a sounding board, if you don't mind! i tend to process best externally, and the more i yap with friends and fellows here on tumblr about this au, the more it's going to expand and grow and solidify. nothing i say here will necessarily be canon, more just...collective brainstorming!

that being said...i don't know that...there actually are going to be superpowers in this universe. this is subject to change but at the moment...i'm rather vibing with the idea of everything being technologically based. maybe some people have certain skills that are enhanced with the use of science and tech, but nobody necessarily has or is born with superpowers/mutations/etc. i think that perhaps scar was someone who was maybe just really athletic - or really talented with a bow - and was "scouted" based on that. ultimately though, i'm not sure! that's one of the main things that i need to work out before actually digging into the writing bit - this au didn't exist until like, two days ago, so i'm still figuring out the general worldbuilding :D however, i do know that grian is not going to start out as a hero or "enhanced individual". he might become one at some point in the narrative, but...that's also up in the air at the moment. smiles.

i think grian started doing video essays as a hobby to practice his editing skills (i think for a brief period, he considered going into video editing as a career, then switched to just plain old editing) but was too invested (stubborn) to give his essays up. i reckon that he started with doing video essays about various media (movies, shows, etc), then stumbled across scar's channel and immediately became borderline hyper-fixed on the (obvious!) similarities between himself and the city's hero, hotguy, and...well...it's all downhill from there!

oh, but of course! live laugh love cumbo. those bitches always gotta haunt the narrative

[catiuskaa]

Game On, Game Boy.

SUMMARY: dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

REQUESTED! here by my pookie dookie @15092000volcano, who OMG LOVE YOU GOT SOME IDEAS™️ and i’m 100% here for it!

WC: 3.8k

CW: extensive use of curse words, use of petnames, gaming lingo that i won’t explain (sorry), a sneaky mention of changlix and a ridiculously explicit mention of hyunin because idk broski i just felt like it

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“Are you sure this is the section you’re supposed to be in, Lee?”

Minho’s eyes turned darker and he chuckled a cold laugh that could’ve frozen the Han river over a hundred times.

No one noticed the slight smile he let out that was quickly hidden again.

“Look who it is,” Minho beamed a newly found energy, as if a dark, bad, and rude soul had just taken control of his mean smile. “If it isn’t other than the wrongly chosen personality hire of… mhh… I don’t remember… sorry, dollface, what’s the name of your team again?”

Behind him, a blond guy stared at him, eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. He turned around and faced one of his other team players.

“Hey, hyung. Does Minho know that girl?” Felix asked in a low voice. “He… doesn’t look too happy.” That was a nice way to put it.

Changbin rolled his eyes at the encounter, throwing his arm over Felix’s shoulders.

“Her username is something like ‘soondondori25”. Minho and her met a while back, in high school. As little as he’s said, one thing’s for sure: they really don’t like each other.”

Despite it not looking too good for the team the fact that its leader wasn’t behaving with their opponents, Seo huffed, not paying any mind to the arguing pair, unlike Felix, whose eyes stayed glued to his other hyung and the new girl, still going at each other.

"I bet you’re still using the overpowered weapon. Can’t really get past Nerf Bastian, can ya?” You stated mockingly, your cheeks red as you kept arguing. “I guess you need all the help you can get."

"Says the one who relies on camping. Can't face me head-on, huh?” Minho grinned with a sense of superiority, stepping forward. “Scared, dollface?”

You bit your lip, your eyes locked on his.

"You won’t need to worry about my team’s name, sweetie. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” Your stare would’ve burnt a forest just by staring at the grass for a bit too long.

“Still can't win without relying on cheap strategies, can you?"

Minho settled his hands on his pockets, halfly staring down at you, as if mocking your height.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You chuckled lowly. You said it with a smirk, which Minho was fast to return. “Still stuck on that low-tier character, right? It seems like you need to step up your game, buddy."

“Oh, please!” Minho passed a hand through his hair, his tone hinting mocked amusement. He bent down lightly, his face in front of yours. “You're just a sore loser who can't handle a fair fight. Go back to your corner and cry some more, dollface.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We both know you're just jealous I'm better at this game than you."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dollface. I still manage to win against you. Seems like you're just bitter about losing."

The battle of comebacks kept going on, both of you stepping closer to each other with each sentence, as if about to throw hands.

“Ah, fuck! They do this every year!” Someone from your team approached the both of you while cursing. You ignored him at first, but then halfly gasped, facing your teammate.

“Jisung, I swear he started.”

“Yeah, Jisung. I started.” Minho cackled mockingly. “Tell Santa so I don’t have toys this Christmas.”

Han squinted at Minho. “Sure. As if I fucking care.” He then turned to face you, handing you a red shirt. “Yours. We’re red for the first round.” He stated seriously, taking on the role of team leader.

Minho and you stared at each other deeply just as Jisung flew the scene, missing how you two were basking in the glow of shared secrets.

“I’m team red, bunny,” you snickered at him in a smug tone. “You know what that means.”

“Superstition is for the rookies, dollface,” he said, his smile confirming the nickname you gave him was well justified.

No one knew the troubles the both of you had gone through. That’s why you smiled, knowing that when the round ended and you were both done for the day, —when you won, of course—, your boyfriend would still owe you a kiss.

All this mean smack talk was purely for the benefit of the other rival teams. Minho was happy to let you prove yourself to those who couldn’t grasp the idea that a girl in sparkly, cute dresses and what some would call ‘over the top’ makeup belonged in the competition. Minho and you both knew that one of the toughest rounds would certainly be against one another. You know exactly how good of a gamer he is, and likewise, his team had already heard about how your team had broken records during trials —named team Levanter, even if your endearing opponent pretended not to know it—, but there was no real animosity here.

Not an easy thing to hide, considering that to you it was obiously noticeable how Minho’s eyes hadn’t left your lips in what seemed like ten minutes. But yeah. No animosity. Just a knack for competition. And a bet that decides who’s making dinner for the night, but right now…

Right now was about the fight.

Both team Levanter and team Thunderous were sat in places, red vs blue once again as several cameras from the streaming platform that broadcasted the event were turned on, recording each player while the ref briefly introduced them with a loud tone for the crowd.

“Levanter, ready?” He asked with a smile meant for the thousands and thousands of viewers streaming online as the camera focused on him shortly.

“Ready,” Jisung smirked, to which everyone in your team logged in the computers before you as a response.

“Thunderous, ready?”

Minho smiled in your direction, holding back a chuckle when he noticed you had already been staring, then threw a wink at him.

“Ready,” he said.

You two exchanged a glance, openly competitive, any other meanings hidden between you two and the red thread that joined your little fingers, a silent agreement breaking the rules —the same ones you broke barely half an hour ago, when his lips consumed yours, or that you’re probably going to be rehashing the whole gameplay in your shared apartment and no one will know.

(And sure, you might do other things, too.)

The sound blasted in your headset when you settled it in place. You gave one last look to Minho, and he mumbled towards you with a smile.

“See you on the other side, dollface.”

“You’re the worst.” An easy shorthand for love you.

He smiled, and there was a knowledge that made your heart smile too, because winning or losing, in the end, you were coming back to his arms.

Your hands tightened and you cracked your knuckles, settling them back in place, one over the keyboard and the other on the mouse. You were nervous, yeah, but not afraid. This was your comfort zone. This is your comfort zone.

“COUNTDOWN,” the ref shouted, the numbers showing up in the complete view in the big screen behind him. “STARTING IN 3…! 2…! 1…!”

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

The vehicle shuddered when you closed the door with a thud.

You two stayed in silence for a bit, merely listening to the rain as the droplets hit the car nonchalantly.

“Can I be smug about it?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just ‘cause I ain’t that much of a sore loser, you get two minutes.” He scoffed with fake annoyance, which wasn’t truly worrying because he didn’t put any effort on hiding his smile, too.

You snickered, turning your body to face him, teasing him even before starting.

“But you owe me something first, dollface.”

You rolled your eyes. “It ain’t even that good of a nickname, Min.”

But then his hand, always a little colder than yours, swiftly gripped you by your neck, fingers stroking your nape as you held back a shiver, easily less than an inch away from him now.

“Would you rather I call you buddy?”

You smiled, eyes wondering where to focus, in a trance between his eyes, deep and enticing, or his lips, sweet and so stupidly kissable.

“Hurt much?” You pouted mockingly. You were obviously not expecting him to bite your lower lip.

He laughed, a menace he was, but he was quickly winned over —dare I say once more— when you pulled him towards your lips by tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Minho smiled as you let him take control.

“Your two minutes are over.” He whispered over your lips, leaving a small peck on your forehead before turning to the steering wheel.

You were about to complain, but that was before his hand, a bit warmer now, was strategically placed just a bit further up your knee.

He gave you a playful side eye.

You rolled your eyes again, to which he chuckled.

“Before you start snickering and bitching about what you want for dinner, princess,” Minho started speaking with a smile, his hand not leaving your leg as he started the engine, “seeing as I didn’t go to the grocery store and neither did you, we’re doing take-out.”

“That’s so unfair!” You argued as he manoeuvred to get the car out of the parallel spot. You stayed silent until he did, faking a pout. “You made me buy groceries last time I lost.”

He cackled. “Because I drive, silly.”

You glared at him. He grinned.

“I’ll call your mom.” You threatened. “I’ll make sure she takes the cats with her the days you have free.”

He gave you a stare with wide eyes once he encountered a red light.

“But honey, those are my children too.” His fake tone of worry was too funny to not burst out in laughter, to which he happily joined in.

“Shits and giggles aside, don’t,” he smiled. “Last time you did she told my dad and he still makes jokes about it.”

You acted smugly as you fetched for the aux cord and plugged it to your phone, scrolling down through your music app.

“Of course he does,” you snorted with a toothy grin. “I’m amazing. And even if we’re doing take-out I will beat the shit out of you if you don’t make lasagna before Friday.” You threatened again with a silly smile. “You know I can.”

He snorted too, his hand playfully squeezing your leg for a second.

“I know,” he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing patterns over your knee. “But we’re getting sushi tonight.”

The idea seemed nice enough, so in a silent agreement you settled on a playlist you knew he’d sing along to. Just as Wonder Girls started to play, he giggled, his hand tickling your knee —something as ticklish as confusing, really—.

“Cheeky.” He snickered, unable to not join in to your efforts into making the korean lyrics make sense, singing for a fun time, not a long one, specially when after Tell me finished, the next songs calmed down the upbeat vibe and soothed it sweetly, your boyfriend humming only when he concentrated on the road ahead.

He shoved you one of his hoodies that he had kept in the seats in the back, because he knew you’d show up with clothing that as beatiful as you looked with it, he just clicked his tongue and tutted at you when you tried to enter the restaurant after he parked, and sneakily locked the doors. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Put that on, missy.” He snickered, eyebrows up. “As funny as the idea may seem, cold as a concept isn’t psychological.”

You chuckled at his commentary, and quickly threw it on, a silly smile on your face when you realized that it smelled like him.

“Sure, Mr Charmer.” You shook your head sideways, smirking once he unlocked the car and you could open the door. “For the record, pretty boy, I’m just doing it cause you left money on the pocket.” You cackled and skipped inside the restaurant, with him chuckling just a bit behind you.

The restaurant was fairly empty, saving a couple of tables that were reserved for later and other customers that had barely started to eat.

You hid the twenty bucks bill you found in your phone case, and Minho pretended to forget about it when he saw you grin. You smiled at him gingerly, thinking where would it be a good place to put the it in where he could find it later.

He let you choose from the menu, trusting your taste and letting you pick the items for the both of you, doozing off slowly, distracting himself with the strange tipping device that the restaurant had on the counter top. Upon inspection, it was clearly a lucky cat figure, that when coins were placed on its hand, he’d just… eat them…?

“To go, yeah?” the young man at the counter asked with a tiny smile, wearing a small name tag that read “JEONGIN” in big letters.

You nodded, but noticed ‘Jeongin’ gave your really-interested-in-the-stupid-ass-tip-animal-robot company a look, and you stared at Minho too, scratching your cheek absentmindedly.

“Is he with you?” He asked nonchalantly, merely starting small talk.

You smiled. “Yeah. A girl needs a wallet from time to time.”

He snorted, nodding in agreement. “He’s… something.”

“Thanks. He’s rescue.”

You felt a hand slither into the pockets of your hoodie. Well. Technically his.

“Stop telling people that.” He huffed, laying his forehead on your shoulder.

Jeongin snickered at the two of you. “My boyfriend is a rescue too,” he winked. “This is his uniform, because he used mine by mistake and stained it with soja sauce.”

“Oh. So you’re not Jeongin, I guess?” You chuckled gently.

“I’m Hyunjin.” He corrected with a smile. After a bit, he handed you your order in a plastic bag. “It was nice to meet you two!”

You waved back with a sheepish smile as you two exited.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“WHAT?!” You screamed, the mic on your purple headset able to catch it flawlessly, as in response you started hearing laughs.

You stared at the screen, the music lowering as your character approached your house —or what used to be your house—.

“Y-yeah,” Seungmin’s voice chimed in, who tried to explain once more in between laughs, “Changbin added landscape mods o-or something,” he chuckled. “The storms can start fires.”

“B-HUH?” You frowned, trying to extinguish the fire that remained around. “Fuck that! What the fuck was Notch onto with this bullshit?”

Felix and Changbin still were unable to speak, as they continued to laugh loudly in the call. You went to Discord for a second, and muted them both. “You guys, shut up!”

They were muted, so you couldn’t possibly know if they had listened to you —most likely not—. Going back to Minecraft, you went in your house, and started looking around in your chest room if you had any wood to spare to repair the ceiling.

“Motherf- I gotta go chop wood?” You scoffed. “Brother.” You were starting to get pissed off, so you breathed in, fixing your glasses in position and your mind went back to the stream, and you started talking to the chat while getting the materials.

“Shit, I ran out of torches,” you cursed, going on your inventory to see if you had more. Oops. You didn’t. And you didn’t have much food either. Suddenly, zombie noises started to blast in your headset, several arrows hitting you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you used your shield, trying to find your enemies. “Where is this bitch?”

Minho went to the kitchen, that was a door away from your streaming room, able to hear loud noises coming from inside. He raised his eyebrows, wondering what could be happening in the gameplay.

“MOTHERFUCKER?! I DON’T— FUCK THIS SHIT! IT’S DISGUSTING. HEY, IT’S DISGUSTING THAT- THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. HE’S AN IDIOT. HOPE HE CHOKES ON LENTILS, FUCK!”

You stormed out of the room, encountering Minho barely a couple steps away from the door.

He blinked, puzzled. “I’m making lasagna…?”

You struggled to calm down, just knowing you didn’t want to lash out at him.

“Time-out?” He questioned, wondering if you wanted some time on your own.

You flinched when you finally realized he was in front of you, your shoulders lowering and your body physically relaxing as you sighed and shook your head sideways.

“A storm burned down part of my roof and then a creeper blew me up when I was trying to fix it.” You sighed. “And then Changbin stole all my materials.”

“Did you turn off stream?” He wondered soothingly, his hands cupping your face and lightly scratching the back of your head.

You shook your head again. “I just turned the camera and the mic off, but it’s still on.”

“And you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, one of your hands traveling to his. “Thanks, Min.”

He entered the streaming room with you, his arms over your shoulders.

“Where is she though?” Changbin questioned. “She’s not answering.”

“Dude.” Felix let out in shock.

“Lix?” Seungmin questioned.

“Guys, look at her stream.”

Minho left a peck on your head and ruffled your hair.

“Text me if you need anything, yeah?”

You smiled. “Thanks, bunny.”

You put your headphones back on, moving the mouse to turn on the screens again.

…maybe the camera hadn’t exactly been turned off.

You stared at the stream, eyes wide open as the chat started going wild.

…oops.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~kats, who now wants to go play some minecraft.

[simplyreveries]

HELLO BROSKI. I LOVE YOUR WORK. AM SO HAPPY U ACCEPTING REQUESTS AGAIN.

My request is...

Vice-Housewardens getting random love letters and gifts from reader, then accidentally finding out it was them who gave them these things? Like there can be embroidered handkerchiefs and they get kinda sus cause... They got an embroidered handkerchief, obviously handmade in their colours, and the reader has bandages on their fingers? Kinda sus... Or something like that, like they see the reader putting a letter into their locker, or on their table, anything!

TYYY

trey clover

he is surprised, these kinds of things are stuff he is completely unexpecting of. at first, trey did believe that it might've been some mishap that someone accidentally left there. but when it kept on happening slowly, he caught on. he'll chuckle and have bashful smile on his face whenever he finds the various gifts in areas he frequents. he always seems to hear teasing and aweing from cater, he's so nosy about it and is really invested on knowing exactly who did this to him.

honestly, though trey is smart, he is a little oblivious to these kinds of things-- especially when it comes to love. so, though he points out the band aids on your hands, if you made some dumb excuse, he could easily brush it off. may even tell you about his fair share of hand related injuries when baking. it definitely takes him a while to fully catch on.

when he finally does catch you putting a letter in front of his dorms door... that's when he finally clicks two and two together and he's like "oh." "oh". he feels completely dumb for not even noticing sooner because it all made so much sense to him. of course you would do this! he feels pleasantly surprised though, to know its you. he doesn't exactly confront you about it, but he does try dropping hints and saying things that suggest that he does.

ruggie bucchi

hey ruggie is happy with anything that comes for free, so he loves all the little random gifts you leave for him. he may or may not have thought he was taking someone else's stuff originally because he didn't really think anyone at the school had feelings for him. little did he know.

he doesn't say it, but he certainly does seem to take note of your hands and how they seem to be getting increasingly covered in band-aids. he'll make some playful comment or tease, with his usual snicker but the idea that you could potentially be the person leaving the gifts does linger in the back of his mind.

ruggies sneaky, sneaky and observant -- if the curiosity and intrigue hit him enough, he could go out of his way and find out it is you fairly easy. it's almost strange though to him, he is so used to thinking there's some intention behind the gifts like you wanting something in return. but when he sees you carefully folding the letter and placing it in a discreet but seeable spot for him. it makes him feel warm.

jade leech

oh..??? he is finding this surprisingly but amusing that someone would actually do this for him. most people are quite unnerved, or steer clear of him because of what he's affiliated with, he enjoys the delightful gifts. he has a grin on his face whenever he holds and feels the handkerchiefs you made or the letters you've written. he finds himself telling floyd about it as well, when his brother asked him what he was laughing to himself about.

it wouldn't take long at all for him to figure out it came from you, knowing jade. i mean, even when he first started to receive them his first thought was you rather than anyone else, he knows. he's such people observer that he catches onto things very quickly.

he wouldn't tell you he knows; he thinks it's cute to see you try to be nonchalant or sneaky about it. despite him have catching you and watching you "secretly" slip these gifts and letters to him multiple times. jade tends to bring it up in conversation to you, as if he's so confused on who could possibly be doing such for him. he even asks you like "do you know who this could be? I am quite flattered fufu". he enjoys seeing the look on your face. nevertheless, he does find himself liking them.

jamil viper

jamil didn't even believe it was for him at first, he simply moved on thinking it was something someone had misplaced. until he kept on getting them and then the letters, you'd write anonymously hit him like a truck, he was very surprised. jamil finds himself almost troubled and with a deep expression as he tries putting together who exactly they're from. he seems to be distracted more and more often from his duties as vice dorm leader or general student work.

he does admit and think to himself, he likes how appreciative and supportive you seem in your letters-- and the handkerchiefs look like they had such effort put into them. he may even pass that into conversation with you, it may feel like he knows it's you- but he genuinely doesn't. he just asks you out of curiosity. he does get suspicious with the band-aids that seem to be multiplying on your hand, he doesn't ask anymore other than inquiring "are you alright..?"

jamil does immediately put it together when he sees you discreetly trying to slip a letter into his bag when he's practicing basketball. he hum and though he is a little flustered at the initial surprise- he feels quite good about himself and even smug as he reads over the letter you carefully wrote for him.

rook hunt

oh he absolutely loves them, he cherishes and keeps any gift you give him. he finds the embroidery so beautiful! he thinks your letters are so sweet and loving!! he has to keep them all obviously. however, each time you gift him something it only heightens his curiously and his drive to figure out who you are. being rook, that doesn't take long... like at all. his infatuation only grows when he finds out its you.

he has no qualms about hiding that he does know, in fact he seems to be almost fretting over you when you seem to be a little hurt from making those gifts for him. he'd be overly dramatic and tell you he doesn't wish to see you with bandaids all over for him...!

rook would probably end up secretly giving you gifts, turning it back on you. he would turn it into a cute little game. and you better believe he keeps every single thing you give; he loves them deeply- with his growing collection of everything you've given him stored nicely.

lilia vanrouge

he just knows it's from you as soon as he gets one, he thinks it's completely adorable and even quite bold of you to do so. he looks forward to every little gift and letter you give him- and finds himself carefully looking over all the details in what you do. he finds your hobby to be cute.

he'll point out the bandages and laugh, "you should be more careful with that, dear" he'd advise. he makes it obvious that he knows- but does it in such a teasing way. he really does find himself appreciating everything you give him. lilia thinks you're so endearing.

he'll return the favor, like rook and leave you letters at ramshackle. expressing his gratitude and much appreciation for them. it is pretty noticeably, from him. with his handwriting and seemingly old style of letters. though, he once left some rough looking cookies in there....

[spiriteddreams]

Your boxer!wriothesley got me melting ><

I'm rambling but HEAR ME OUTT

with the reader and wriothesley enjoying their little talk, dad!neuvillette is watching the whole scene. And the sneaky bastard wriothesley is, he saw neuvillette looking at them. I imagine wriothelesley then randomly asks you to hang out with him in order to risen neuvilette's dad instincts, "say, are you free this Saturday?" praying for wriothesley rn.

Neuvillette would immediately change the pace of the scenery by entering it, "unfortunately, my daughter is busy during weekends due to some other incoming shipments for the gym, may I ask why you're asking her?" with a hint of authority and suspicious voice.

imagine reader silently praying for both to stop

omg YES the little dynamic between the three and i just know wrio will take every opportunity to tease!! also sorry it's taken me a bit to respond i've been a bit busy and also needed to gather my thoughts!

boxer!wrio who turns to neuvillette with that signature grin of his, not backing down even when your father towers over him. it's a tone he's used on wrio many a times, one laced with the undertone of a threat. a threat that the boxer purposefully ignores in favour of looking away from your father and turning to you to ask, "there's a new cafe that opened up just recently. care to grab a drink with me?"

"again, she's busy," neuvillette glares at wrio as you swat at your father's arm. you know your father means well, and you know that if he truly did think that wrio was trouble, he would have put his foot down immediately. but that doesn't mean wrio's constant teasing was helping his case. because boy does wrio seem to get an adrenaline rush when he pulls something in front of your father. the cocky grin on his face is evident of that as he looks between you and your father.

"i'm not!" both men turn to look at you, one with a clearly gleeful expression, the other with one that is darkening with each second. this is perhaps the boldest wrio has been, asking you out so shamelessly in front of your father. and poor neuvillette, left to his own defenses, doesn't know about the little "dates" you've snuck away to since wrio first asked you out.

boxer!wrio, who despite his almost frightening aura, turns out to be a big teddy bear behind his bandaged hands. past his cocky attitude is someone still a little unsure if he's doing all of this right, and you don't tell him that you've caught him staring at you multiple times while you're together, almost as if he's checking to make sure that he's doing this right. at the gym he throws punches with such force that its second nature to him. those easy going grins and flirtatious remarks are made with ease in the comforts of the gym, much to neuvillette's dismay. but on these little dates you find yourself at, watching as he fumbles over his words when he tries to be sly, or jumps at any opportunity to show off, you begin to learn more about him.

in a world of boys he's a gentleman, trying to impress you with the smallest of things from surprising you with mini bouquets of flowers or offering to go fill your water when you're working out alongside him at the gym. there's still some insecurity that lingers in his eyes when he sees you hesitate at times, but the moment you accept his offers with a little smile, that teasing attitude returns.

it doesn't stop at the dates he takes you on. in the gym, he seems to grow bolder with each day and wrio's lingering touches and efforts to bend down to whisper something to you make neuvillette's eyes twitch, his voice and tone growing ever so slightly louder and more aggressive.

"wriothesley." the boxer snaps to attention when your father's voice cuts through the gym. he winks at you cheekily before answering the call of his name, leaving you either with warm cheeks and an effort to hide the growing smile on your face or a classic roll of the eyes.

and poor neuvillette bears witness to wrio's shameless flirting. some of the regulars pat him on the back, commenting on "young love" and "your daughter's found a good man." and while neuvillette may agree, not that he'd say that to you, that doesn't stop the scowl that spreads across his face when he hears wrio's flirtatious comments.

neuvillette's attempts to "prevent" you from going on these dates, he has a feeling you've been on more than you say you have, are half-hearted. he can attest to being a protective father, but he's well aware of your own capabilities. as long as wrio knows that the moment he does something stupid, neuvillette will rain down all hell on the boxer.

naturally, wrio knows his boundaries and he'll back off the moment he senses discomfort but for now, when you're choosing to indulge in his cheeky attitude, he just can't help it. it's just so easy to poke fun at you and see how far he can go without being literally tossed out by your father.

boxer!wrio, who knows he's playing the long game, but he'll wait. he has plenty of patience and more than enough confidence to know that sooner or later, he'll win you over with his charms. hopefully sooner than later.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

"Sorry, I texted you when I was drunk...I just think about you all the time :(("

"She's my best friend, and, yeah, I might be in love with her, what about it?"

Trigger Warnings; talking about breaking into your house (it'll make sense later lol), hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, somewhat gaslighting, reader is referred to as a girl, lesbians ig idk (is that a warning??) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a small scenario about some new ocs! And they come as a pair btw! If you have any other ideas abt them, then request something! Or anything, I'm running out of ideas LOL-! Hope you have a good day/night <333

God, this is horrible...

It's always like this when it comes to them, it's like their water and oil, fire and ice, the moon and sun. They're constantly bickering and fighting, always pulling each others' hair, and there's never a moment where they're not insulting the other. For some odd, reason, which you don't know, they just hate each other.

No matter how many times you've tried getting them to settle this drawn-out dispute, they never solve it. If anything, it makes it worse. It causes them to just argue more and turn to you as the judge, making you choose between the two.

Now, you're stuck in this shitty situation, having to choose between two of your friends. Lovesick!Friend has always been there for you, sticking by your sick through thick and thin, comforting you when you got dumped, and helping you study when you were struggling in math. Lovesick!Friend is a little awkward, but she means well. She can't help if she's a little anti-social, if anything, it's endearing to you.

While, on the other hand, Lovesick!Bimbo has been nothing but a sweetheart, always introducing you to new people, though you suspect they're her ex-hookups. She's always helping you with your make-up, picking outfits, and being a funny companion. Lovesick!Bimbo, though she's an airhead, has a heart of gold and she'll never pass an opportunity to comfort you. She's always hugging your arm, kissing you on the cheek, and providing that feminine comfort.

But now they're putting you in this situation, having to choose between the two. That's the hard thing, you can't. You really can't imagine your life without either one of them. They're both great friends to you and it'd be pretty depressing if you had a fallout with one of them. And the situation hasn't lightened up; it's gotten worse. It's starting to become too big of a problem, one that you can't brush under the rug.

It's escalated to where they're "breaking" into your apartment, and you use that term loosely. As the two aren't even sneaky about it! They both just waltz into your home like they own the place! And all you get in return is a, calm down, I just want to spend more time with you, y'know? I mean, with finals week and all... or a, Come on, babesss!! We're, like, so close! There's no point in trying to get away from me!!

Both trying to spend more time with you. Though, when you think about it, you're not too sure how they got your keys 'cause you sure as hell didn't give it to them...

But that's beside the point, it's getting really irritating for you. You'll be coming home from a tiring day of work, only for you to find LoveSick!Bimbo asleep on your bed or rummaging through your clothes, which you're not too sure on what she's looking for. Or you'll find LoveSick!Friend cooking dinner in your kitchen. Once you even walked into the two having a full-on fistfight in your living room!!

And these little incidents lead to moments like this: where you're pressed between the two, stuck in a drawn-out cuddle session.

...

LoveSick!Bimbo had just stopped by, wanting to drop off some cupcakes for your mama, who was stuck in the hospital after surgery. Such a sweet girl she is, doing such a kind thing for you, though her excitement was cut short after seeing you and LoveSick!Friend lying on the couch. The two of you were far too close for her liking. Baby!!! What are you doing, cuddling without meee! Why are you abandoning me like thiss-!

LoveSick!Bimbo then threw a hissy fit. She stomped her sparkly heels and pursed her pretty lips, you could even see tears swell in her eyes. She set the cupcakes on the counter and ran over to the two of you. She pushed past LoveSick!Friend and squeezed herself between the two of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her face into your neck, and holding you against her chest like her life depended on it. Of course, LoveSick!Friend wasn't having it. She tried pulling the girl off of you but to no avail. God dammit, you prick, get off of her!! You're gonna kill her!

LoveSick!Bimbo just held on tighter. She pressed herself against you, not wanting to let go. Not even noticing how her tits were right in your face, causing your mind to go fuzzy and face to flush. She even made a smug comment about how you shouldn't be afraid, babes, you can touch 'em if ya' want ;)

LoveSick!Friend scoffed, pushing against LoveSick!Bimbo's face, trying to push her off the two of you. She tried situating herself so that she was closer to you than LoveSick!Bimbo, but the other was stubborn, not wanting to let you up. The two proceeded to have a mini tug-of-war, with you being the prize. The girls shifted positions and moved you around, not seeming to care if they were groping you too much, until they came to an agreed position.

You were stuck between the two girls, lying on LoveSick!Friend, with LoveSick!Bimo pressed against your chest. LoveSick!Friend had her hands playing with your hair, giving you a free massage, while LoveSick!Bimbo was practically groping your boobs. Her face snug in your cleavage, your arms wrapped around your hips, foundling with your love handles. All the while, LoveSick!Friend pressed her face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could feel her bouncy curls tickle your skin, causing you to squirm.

All this was too much, you were feeling too much in too little time. It was all overwhelming, having two, very attractive, girls cuddle up to you. And it feels wrong, feeling this way, seeing as they're your friends. But one can't control their heart...right?

It felt awkward; you really didn't know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around LoveSick!Bimbo's shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours. This only caused LoveSick!Bimbo to squeal, tightening her grip on you and whispering small praises about how you're so frickin' cute! I could just eat ya' up! Love ya' and 'ur sweet curves! EEK-!

Only for LoveSick!Friend to grumble and tell LoveSick!Bimbo to shut it with the squealing, you're hurting her ears, you dimwit.

You could only chuckle at the scene. The constant bickering was growing on you, maybe this isn't too bad...

[triplesilverstar]

Testing boundaries

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Sharing a bed, stolen kisses, fingering, heavy petting

Word count: 1.5 K roughly

A/N: Chapter 2 of Cold Night, Warm Hearts

After a few days of traveling you thought you were recovered, but sitting out in the sun you realize you aren't. Heading back to the hotel room and later waking up to feel a certain blond joining you.

If they say home is where the heart is, then you’ve never really had a home, not for a long time. But since the confession on the ship and that first kiss, you were starting to realize maybe, just maybe, you did have a home. 

Sitting on the park bench, still tired from the previous trek across the burning sands watching as Vash lets some of the local kids bully him around. It warms your heart to see him like that, to see a little bit of the facade he hides behind wiped away. Snickering as they tackle him to the ground stating how they’ve caught an outlaw, unaware just how right they are. As the twin suns start to reach their peak in the sky you watch as the kids leave, Vash seeming to dust himself off before facing you. A soft smile on his face which you can feel the twitch of your lips rising to return. 

“You doing ok?” Voice soft as he joins you on the bench, the wind-worn wood creaking under his added weight while you think about his words. Feeling an arm drop behind your head, eyes glancing to the right to see he’s sitting with both arms stretched out along the top of the bench. Sneaky man. He’s not breaking any of the rules about public displays of affection that the two of you agreed upon, but he’s still getting the briefest form of touch in. 

“Honestly, I think I’m still tired from all the walking.” Turning your head to fully face him, not expecting to see him staring at you, mirrored lenses placed in such a way that if you weren’t looking directly into his eyes you’d only see your reflection there. “I think I might head back to the room and get a nap in” watching as those hidden orbs seem to shine behind the yellow tint. 

“Want me to head back with you?” you wave him off standing and rolling your shoulders, watching the twitch of his lips a hint of a frown before he puts the mask of his jovial persona back in place. 

“Pretty sure those kids will be looking for you, I’ll be fine Vash” Ignoring you he stands, walking along beside you. 

“I’ll walk you back, don’t want you getting lost again” you snort, which makes him laugh, like he’ll never grow tired of your terrible sense of direction. “Come on now, you’re even worse when you’re tired.” Instead of answering him, you grumble tucking your face down into the collar of your jacket and hands in your pockets. “Aw you’re cute when you sulk” 

“Stuff it Stampede” is your response and you don’t miss the shit-eating grin on his face at the return to calling him that in your mock rage. No other words pass between the two of you as you realize without Vash you would have gone in the wrong direction. Once back at the hotel, with a quick glance around the hallway that your shared room is connected to before he acts. A darting movement as he presses his lips against yours, barely a brush before he’s pulling away a dusting of pink on his cheekbones. 

“I’ll see you later Mayfly” rushing to get his words out as they almost tumble over one another, and you have to grin at how adorable he acts sometimes. The fact a barely there peck has been embarrassing, and you’ve done things a lot more interesting than that to the man. You still haven’t seen him naked, but he’s slowly warming up to the more intimate side of your relationship. 

“Don’t let those kids beat you up too much, Sunshine” Your own words are soft, sure you’re annoyed with him about the whole direction thing but really, he’s carved far too much out of your heart for you to stay mad at him for something like that. A smile that lights up his face is your reward before he leaves you alone in the hallway. Slipping inside the room and beginning to remove your boots. 

Once done, you stop and take a moment to take a deep inhale, taking a moment to feel how well and truly tired you actually are. Plans to just flop on the bed in your long sleeve shirt and cargo pants fading from your mind, your body, while you didn’t want to admit it outside, is still beyond exhausted. Digging into your bag, you’re going to get back into your sleep clothes and just sleep instead of napping. Changed into the loose pants and tee you climb into bed, making sure to grab the pillow Vash had slept against the night before, burying your face in it and focusing on your breathing as you quickly slip off to dreamland.

Unsure how much later it is, the sound of the door unlocking and opening wakes you, footsteps that you recognize as belonging to Vash reaching your ears. So you remain in bed, breathing deeply, eyes closed. More noises, the shucking of his coat from his frame, a creak from a chair, the rattle of laces being loosened. Trying to hide the smile on your face, knowing Vash is undoubtedly going to crawl into the space beside you. 

The sensation of the sheet and blanket moving, shuffling, and a warm body pressing up to your back before the sheet returns against your form. A hand coming to rest against your stomach, touch light, and a face nuzzling into the back of your head, his breath warm, leaving you feeling so content in his arms. Though you could have done without his cargo pants, he could have slipped into his own sleep pants, but it’s not like he knew you had changed. 

Starting to drift off again you can feel his hand starting to move slowly trailing down to the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath to press against bare skin. His long fingers spreading out and a warmth is starting to form in your core. It’s taking a lot of your control to not hum in pleasure, as it drifts upwards then down to the hem of your pants before back up again. Pinky toying with the edge of your pants before going back up again. 

“You know you are allowed to explore” You feel the jerk of his body behind you and a sharp exhale in your ear. A quick move and your hand is gripping his to keep him from pulling away through the fabric of your shirt. 

“I didn’t know you were awake” his voice is cracking as he speaks but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away from pressing against your warm flesh any longer. 

A chuckle at his reaction “I’ve been awake since you came in.” Feeling his fingers beginning to trace your skin again, releasing his hand to drop your own against the mattress. “I meant what I said though. You are allowed to explore, whatever you want, my pretty plant man.” At that you feel his face nuzzle further into your neck, the tip of his nose pressing under your earlobe.

His hand dips below the waistband of your pants, pressing circles into your underwear above where you’d prefer for his fingers to be, but you’re not going to tell him that. “I noticed you grabbed my pillow.” He says it as if he isn’t trying to get a reaction out of you which makes you smile hard enough to hurt. 

“Of course I did. I like how you smell Sunshine.” A snort and a shudder as his fingers dip further down two fingers sliding along your covered slit. With the way his face is pressed into your neck you can feel the warmth spreading across his cheeks, it’s rather easy to make him blush. 

“And if I asked for it back?” His fingers have stopped moving and it makes you giggle a bit, as much as he’s slowly been learning your body he still doesn’t want to seem to take too many risks. 

“I’d tell you no.” A squeak from him and a quick jerk of his body around you, so you have to bite your lip to keep the noise you wanted to make from leaving you. Moving to bury your nose more into your stolen prize “but that’s because I like having you so close and sharing a pillow.” 

This time his body stills and you hear his breath stutter against your ear, before feeling him relax removing his hand from your pants to wrap around you, closing any of the remaining space between you. “You really know how to make me blush ya know?” He says it seriously for a moment. Before both of you burst out laughing in bed, bodies shaking from the force of it. 

You really are starting to get used to the idea of having a home, and not the kind that is tied to a place. No. Your home comes with its own brand of chaos and you relish in the moments of quiet in that swirling storm.  

[crisiscutie]

Can I get a Sephiroth, Zack and Genesis catching his s/o running by them after slapping their ass and just waving before running into the nearest elevator to escape but the elevator is out of order..

Yes, s/o is a female and is the only female SOLDIER. Do whatever what you will with that information.

Zack: At first, he is confused, at who or what the hell slapped his ass. But when he recognized the audible giggle (boi is an auditory learner ok?), it's game on. He'll call out her name with a laugh as he runs after her, his pace quickening when he realizes the elevator is stuck. His s/o was in a panic, her fingers flying across the elevator buttons, as Zack was looming closer. She is so scared, no way she will lose so soon. So she just kept pressing those buttons. This elevator was supposed to be fixed, goddamn it!

But just as the elevator seemed to respond to her input with magical timing, she heard Zack's voice leering her name from behind her, followed by his grin as he lightly returned her slap. His s/o would let out a frustrated huff, reminding him he was supposed to give her a head start. Zack would be confused, pointing out how that's fair when she slapped his ass out of nowhere? The two squabbled for a bit until they both jumped in surprise when they realized they were late for their training with Angeal. Without another moment to spare, they dashed down the hall, the smell of their sweat lingered in the air.

Sephiroth: Like Zack, he would be very confused, and peeved that someone would do that to him. But he'll have the biggest mental facepalm when he catches wind of his speedy s/o's familiar hair color and sweet perfume. But even with her speed, he'd power walk toward her almost as fast as she fumbled unsuccessfully, with the elevator control buttons. His eyes glinted as he flashed a hint of a smirk on his lips. If only his s/o bothered to read the "out of order" sign...

As Sephiroth stepped inside the elevator with her, his s/o would nervously giggle, her hands nervously clasping behind her back. He'll quickly scan his vicinity to make sure there were no onlookers near. Then he'll sternly remind his s/o about his no "PDA" rule, even if seems like no one is nearby. With a playful wink, his s/o remarked that the risk of their relationship being exposed kept things interesting and thrilling. Out of nowhere, Sephiroth roughly grabbed her ass and squeezes it with one hand, pulling her close to him. He spoke in a low, sultry tone, the threat in his words being clear. Do NOT test him. Overwhelmed by a lustful fear, his s/o would meekly obey him, as he chuckles. He'll gently command her to follow him to the briefing room, as they kept Lazard waiting for far too long.

Genesis: A part of him knew it was coming, just not within the Shinra HQ. He and his S/O had been laughing and running around in their mini game of "tag" for some time. They're at even a score now, but one of them gotta break that tie somehow. But to score a point while in a public area is a sneaky and underhanded move. So when Genesis' S/O cheapshotted him in public, he'll chase her down, with or without folks around. He can't allow her to get away with that!

His S/O wouldn't even be in the elevator for a few seconds, as Genesis was hot on her tail. He'd grab her and then give her the hardest slap on the bottom yet. His S/O would be feeling that sting for a little while. She would playfully ask him if he has to hit her so hard, and he would reply with a deadpan yes before laughing his ass off with her. Afterwards, he'll give her a passionate but short kiss and then inquire in a hushed voice if they will ever be able to break away from this tedious tie in their game. With a cheeky smile, she tells him she will never falter. His only response was a small grin. Afterwards, they head to their destination early to prepare for a LOVELESS reading with the Red Leather.

[rfxiii]

Okay but......... Franklin Clinton being jealous/protective

(ik ik this trope is basic and overdone , BUT I LOVE THE JEALOUS TROPE😭)

(so sorry for the long wait! 😭 and tysm for a Franklin ask! there’s a shameful lack of Franklin stuff out there and I’m happy he’s getting some love <3 anyways, I love this troupe and loved writing about it! I hope you like it!)

TW: none

Franklin Clinton Being Jealous/Protective Over A S/O:

He’s so protective over you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and there’s nothing in the world he’s going to let hurt you. Whether it’s one guy trying to flirt and making you uncomfortable, or a whole group of guys catcalling you, Franklin is ready to fight if it means making you feel safe.

Since you are, quite literally, the best thing in his life he does tend to get a little jealous. He’s handsome, smart, talented, but he hasn’t ever had really good luck with a lasting relationship or someone that cares for him like you do. So, he does get a little jealous. He’s proud of the skills he’s learned from Michael, and of how far he’s come. But regardless of if you’re unemployed or a millionaire he’s always going to have this feeling in the back of his mind like he’s not good enough for you.

He lets his feelings fester. He’s embarrassed of getting jealous over things and won’t necessarily come to talk that over with you when he first starts feeling that way. He’ll sit on the feelings until he’s made it into something way bigger than it originally was. It can cause fights sometimes, and if you excuse yourself to get some space and think things over he starts to panic that you’re going to leave him. It’s usually once he’s panicked that he finally opens himself up to talking about what’s bothering him.

He’s not necessarily insecure- but if you’re out and he notices another guy eyeing you, or even if Lamar makes some kind of passing comment about how hot you are, Franklin is instantly on the defensive. If it’s Lamar or another person he’s close with he’ll make some snappy comment about backing off or how you’re out of their league- it usually dissolves into lighthearted banter and taunts after that. But if it’s just some rando on the street or in the club he’ll watch your body language to see if you’ve noticed or if you're uncomfortable then either remove you from the situation or aggressively confront the guy depending on how insistent the offender is.

He’s not the steal your phone, or lurk through your social media following, kind of guy. But if he catches you on your phone during a time where it’s supposed to just be you and him, or if y’all are out and he notices you checking your phone or smiling to yourself he may let his thoughts get the better of him. He won’t take your phone or demand to see texts. But he may get a little grumpy and give you an offhanded “Who got you smiling like that?” or “Who’s textin’ you this late?”.

A master at the discrete death glare. You can have guy friends. But if he catches even a hint of this guy trying to make a move, he’s gonna give him a look that’ll have him quickly reconsidering.

He can be..a little underhanded and sneaky. If you have a male friend that won’t back off, that you don’t realize is flirting with you, he may just send Lamar, or worse, Trevor, to scare him off. It’s not that he can’t do it himself, but it’s a way to keep his hands clean. Having one of his crazy friends do it gives him plausible deniability.

If he misconstrues a situation badly enough, or you ever do break his trust, Michael will be right there to help him pull this guy's house off a cliff or chase him through the city too. Franklin has always had his back and he’s going to help return the favor if he needs it.

But really, Franklin is a great guy. And while he may have his shortcomings or insecurities - as everyone does, he does truly love you. All he needs is a little reassurance and for you to spend some time earning his trust. But once you’ve got him convinced that you do truly love him and won’t leave him, he’s yours forever. He’ll protect you and he’s a little possessive of you. But can you blame him? He loves you more than anything.

[gabessquishytum]

🥰🥰🥰 Hob’s response to Dream being knocked up? I’m definitely open to any and all ideas (sometimes I like to leave it open to see what you come up with, you have such lovely sexy ideas), but here’s how I imagined it going:

I think according to Dream’s “Operation Baby-Trap” plan, at this stage one of two things would happen: one, he’d be able to convince Hob of his feelings the morning after and they’d begin a relationship then and there, and then when he eventually presents the positive pregnancy test he’d treat it as a lovely surprise. Or two, if Hob felt too guilty to start a relationship right away, Dream would graciously back off until he had the positive pregnancy test. He’d then tearfully explain that he wants to keep it, and wants Hob to raise it with him, relying on Hob’s sense of responsibility (and his weakness for Dream) to get him to agree. Then he’d work on wooing Hob into a relationship during the pregnancy.

This is the plan, anyway.

The problem is, Dream is so thrilled to finally be in Hob’s bed, that his plan is working, and while he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d pretended he’s still a little squiffy.

So as he’s being fucked into the mattress, he completely forgets himself and starts moaning how much he loves Hob, how much he wants Hob to breed him full, he’s going so deep inside Dream it’s sure to take, Hob is going to give him such a wonderful baby…

Even a little drunk, Hob can take a hint.

(Also, it causes him to cum harder than he’s ever done in his life)

The morning after, Hob sits Dream down in order to have a serious talk with him (with breakfast of course, he can’t help but dote on his student even now). It all comes out, Dream’s whole plan, his feelings and hopes for their future together…and goddamnit, Hob can’t help but feel flattered in spite of himself. That someone as lovely and wonderful as Dream, someone surely with a grand future ahead of him, would go so far to claim Hob for himself, to keep him in his life, and be so excited at the thought of starting a family with him? And as last night has shown, Hob is not morally upright enough to resist temptation when it’s sitting in front of him so invitingly.

So Hob has Dream dejectedly promise to never try something so sneaky and underhanded again. Then Hob suddenly picks him up and carries him back to the bedroom, saying to a now-delighted Dream that a few more rounds would help make sure he’s properly knocked up 😘

-🪽anon

Yay, thank you so much for giving us more! I absolutely LOVE these ideas (here's the first post in case anyone miss it).

I love the idea of Dream making this grand plan, and enacting it and being all sneaky... and then he literally outs himself by begging Hob to breed him. Incredible, and I can't blame him at all.

Hob is half in love already, so of course he'd let Dream get away with anything. And he's never had such a powerful sexual experience before. The way Dream’s sweet cunt clenches around him and thoroughly milks him of every drop he can give just makes him want to cum again and again and fill Dream up with his baby <3

In the morning poor Dream is convinced that Hob is going to reject him, convinced that he's completely fucked up his one chance to get Hob for himself. He nibbles on his toast and allows Hob to gently scold him, and wraps one arm around his stomach in an attempt to protect the potential life budding inside him.

But Hob ruffles his hair, and kisses him on the forehead. If they're going to try for a baby then he needs to take extra good care of Dream, right? So he tells him that if he finishes his toast and tea then they can go back to bed and make sure that he's well and truly pregnant.

After that, it's time to make some sensible decisions. Dream decides that he'll finish this year of university, and then if (fingers crossed!) he gets a positive pregnancy test, he'll take a year out from studying and return after the baby is born. Hob is more than happy with this plan, and he also arranges to move Dream out of his classes so there's no favouritism. Dream is bummed not to see his favourite professor in class anymore, but at least he gets to go home to him at the end of the day!!

Dream starts taking pregnancy tests way too early but the day he finally gets two lines is one of the best in his life so far. Its the weekend and he's just snuck out of bed early in the morning to do his daily test, and he honestly isn't expecting a positive! He does a second one just in case, and then a third... and then he's running into the bedroom and shoving the tests into Hob’s sleepy face.

Hob pulls him in and covers him in kisses, telling him what a clever boy he is, how he's going to carry their baby so perfectly, how Hob’s going to take such good care of him! Dream is very smug that his plan has worked out so well (with a few bumps in the road). He's definitely going to be telling the story of how he seduced Hob for the rest of their lives together <3

[platinumrosetail]

hi so i love ur ennead x reader andu was wondering if u could do a seth horus anubis x human immortal reader were she is cuddling their animal familairs( they left to look after her) into her cleavage and kissing them. like when seth had a falcon in his lap and horus gets jealous😂. what would the do?

also i always thought seth animal is a serval cat sorry if im wrong but could u use that as his animal 😄thank you

Sure! Also I would think Anubis would be a jackal since you know. also this might be short considering it's a wholesome request so either the number of paragraphs is short or the length of the paragraph is short i don't know it's yet to be confirm, also you're using female pronouns in the request so i'm assume female pronouns in her though it'll most likely not be mentioned much. this is any random appropriate time in the manwha as i don't know where to place it at so you all can choose.

warning: noob author, female reader, and others.

characters: seth, horus, and anubis.

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Seth:

seth was away on another conquest that needed him there, his familiar; a serval cat thought that this was perfect to spend time with it's favorite human and person.

The serval cat decided to soak up all of your attention while its master was gone as it could only get so much from you before it’s master shoo’s it away.

As soon as Seth returns he couldn’t find you anywhere that you usually be when he does return home from previous conquests or other boring things that sadly had to have his attention that must have him away from you. He later finds you and his familiar out in the garden sitting on the ground with that sneaky cat of his snuggled up in your breasts.

He soon grown jealous especially when the sneaky cat of his noticed him first and smirked at him the best it could since it was a cat. He took his familiar by the scruff and your hand before leading you to the bedroom while leaving the cat outside. Seth is thankful that you’re a immortal human as he can spend as much time with you as he want sad thing is his familiar can as well since it’s linked to him and is much of an immortal as he and you are which leads to the two butting heads for your attention.

Horus:

Horus had left for a meeting with his mother discussing about things as king (only thing I’ll say about timeline) that he should know and do which left is darling little familiar to get as much attention from you as it wants.

Not to say it doesn’t get enough affection from you already and it’s not like Horus forbids it in his presence but his familiar is a greedy little thing that loves your attention on it as much as possible.

It does try to stay out of its master way when Horus wasn’t some love and attention but there’s some times it wants to be spoiled rotten even while Horus was there which amused you in all of your immortals years.

Isis jokes and say that his familiar is like both your and Horus child and that it could be a practice baby from when you two decided on if and when you do have a baby. All in all you give it all the affection and love it wants but sometimes you do have to put your foot down when it goes overboard with it.

Anubis:

Anubis familiar loves your attention but is very loyal to Anubis so it mostly stays a bit away from you as it understands that you’re Anubis lover and as such it must protect you.

When it does want your attention it’s usually when Anubis is away and he doesn’t need it at the moment though it doesn’t immediately come to you for affection, you notice that it always side eyes you which made you think at first that it’s just watching to make sure you’re safe and such.

But you soon found out when you noticed it looking at your hand that was petting a fake fur blanket (don’t know if those were made back then but pretend that they do if they didn’t lol 😅) you had gotten the hint pretty easy on what it wanted and started to pet.

So now it becomes a tradition where you and Anubis familiar spend time together with you petting it as it slept and rested beside you when Anubis was gone and wasn’t needed his familiar, he sometimes comes home to finding you and it sleeping next to it with your hand on its back.

(A/n: hope yall liked it!! Sorry it took me so long 😅 I just been unmotivated lately along with busy in real life what with my cat having to be put down cause of her kidneys this year and trying to up myself up to work on my books plus ideas and let’s not forget the poll for the dragon prince x reader idea I have so yea I’ve been busy 😅 I was hoping to get this done when I first got it but sadly that’s when things started happening (minus my cat as that was in October just still been feeling down about it but I’ve gotten better) so I thank you for the patience to the one who requested this and I hope that all of you have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[smallraindrops-blog]

Meet Me in The Sunflower Fields.

(A sleep family series)

Summary: out of order snapshots of the hazy days of summer with cherry popsicles and the distant, happy laughter of family. Modern!au

Word count: 1k

warnings: no beta, hinted at family trauma, cursing

Notes: this will be a daily series for the month of July. Super self-indulgent so beware. I will have a sleep family Masterlist out soon, so yall won’t have to hunt through all the tags.

Also did it as a modern au so to not spoil any upcoming lore.

Prompt list credit

Masterlist for WMFTD

I hope y'all enjoy this first part.

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Summer Kisses

The air felt sticky with heat, clinging to Hypnos’ skin with each step he took into the backyard. The boys were loudly playing in the pool, trying to get their grandpa to join them. 

Hypnos smiled at the sight even as he tugged at his shirt to help cool himself off, but that wasn’t why he was there. He scanned the yard with a frown, looking for his missing husband. 

When he spied both you and your father glaring darkly over the wooden fence at a certain pair of lovebirds, he rolled his eyes before going over.

The thing was, Hypnos knew it was coming. 

Icelos was the romantic of the family. She was the one sighed at the dramatic kiss during movies, her eyes going dreamy as Morpheus or Phobetor gagged with great force. 

Or hiding in the romance sections in the bookstore, trying to read the pages quickly as she could. Hypnos didn’t have the heart to tell Icelos that she wasn’t as sneaky as she thought.

So when a boy, with a car that was far too nice for him to own, drove up to their house and honked loudly and far too long, Hypnos had known. Icelos running out the house only sealed the deal.

You had looked ready to commit homicide the moment you heard the pesky honking.

“Glaring at them isn’t going to help, dearest.” Hypnos informed you, standing on his toes to join in on the staring. 

Icelos was blissfully unaware, twirling her hair as she leaned down to talk to the boy through the car window. The boy however was giving both you and Achilles fearful glances.

So he wasn’t a total idiot, thankfully. 

“It is helping me.” You grumbled. “He needs to leave. Now.”

”Back in my day, the boy was supposed to meet the girl at the door, not having the girl run to him.” Achilles said with a sour frown.

“And meet the parents.” You agreed, looking like you were considering marching over to them.

“Dearest, you used to be like that.” Hypnos said dryly, a smile pulling at his lips. “You climbed into my bedroom window to see me until my mother chased you out.” 

“That was a different time.” You said, dismissed his words as you narrowed your eyes. “Who in the hell let their kid drive a Range Rover?”

Hypnos sighed.

”Achilles. May I have a word with your son in private?” Hypnos gave Achilles a polite smile that clearly told him to fuck off which he did with a muttered ‘good luck’ to his son.

However Achilles didn’t return to Patroclus, he just went farther down the fence line,  never taking his glare off at the poor boy.

”What did I do?” You whispered in disbelief, leaning down to keep the conversation between them. Your arm braced on the fence, your body turned to him, the sheer size of you closing off the rest of the world.

Even after years of marriage and four children, the intensity of your eyes still left Hypnos a little breathless.

For a moment, Hypnos felt the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, like he was an awkward teenager all over again, crushing on his mortal enemy. It took everything in him not to smile at the feeling.

Hypnos crossed his arms, frowning up at you. “You need to handle this with some respect for our daughter.” 

You scowled but before you could speak, Hypnos continued. “This whole scary father with a shotgun thing is only going to push Icelos away. She is a smart, pretty young lady, she is going to have people interested.”

You and him stared each other down, a silent battle of wills in the heat of sunlight. Then you broke, rubbing at your beard with a huff.

“Yeah, but that kid?” You jerked a thumb toward the car. “I get what you are saying but that little shit didn’t show the slightest bit of respect for our daughter. He shouldn’t have honked like that.”

You paused, and placed a large hand on his hip to tug him closer. Hypnos went obediently, lifting an eyebrow when you spoke again. “And he should have come to the door to meet us. I did that for you.” 

Hypnos didn’t disagree but this was one of those moments that they needed to show their daughter that her parents trusted her to make smart decisions. He spent too many years In therapy to not listen to the costly therapist.

“We will speak to her about that.” Hypnos promised quietly, leaning in closer. “I agree. But we can’t handle this like my family did.” 

You ducked your head down to brush a kiss against his lips. “We won’t. I promise you that.”

Hypnos smiled, hooking a finger in your shirt collar to keep you close. “Thank you.”

The next kiss was supposed to be a quick one, but somehow Hypnos forgot that, especially when you gave his bottom lip a playful nip, surprising him into deepening the kiss. 

“Hey!” 

You and Hypnos jerked away like you were the guilty teenagers when Achilles shouted. 

Hypnos blinked, somehow Achilles was already charging halfway down the driveway, shouting at the boy to get his filthy mouth off his precious granddaughter. 

You muttered a swear and in a graceful move, leaped over the fence with one hand to run down the driveway after your father.

With a quiet laugh, Hypnos just watched for a minute as you and Achilles broke up the romantic moment. The boy was hiding in his car seat as Icelos stood toe to toe with her father and grandfather.

Something Hypnos never felt like he could do. Too beaten down by his own family for just existing sometimes.

Maybe they were doing something right after all. But still they were definitely going to have to speak to her about her boyfriend’s disrespectful behaviors. There were boundaries for a reason.

Hypnos decided he would give it another minute before stepping in. He could use the entertainment anyway.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

At Your Service (Dog)- Jasya

I haven't written Jasya in a long time, and I've been missing them a lot lately. Inspired by this post, here's blood sugar detecting Jasmine and Daya, who forgets to take care of herself sometimes.

Daya didn’t want to run any errands today. Driving around and getting things done was the last thing she wanted to do.

It was her first day off from her soul-sucking part-time job in over a week. All she wanted to do was stay home and watch old horror movies. Maybe she could even touch up her roots too, if she wanted. 

But her roommates complained about the lack of good snacks, and her sister, Crystal, needed Daya to pick up a surprise bouquet for her girlfriend‘s birthday. She also had to remind the maintenance guy about the leaky faucet in the bathroom, since the landlord hasn’t done anything about it yet.

Oh, and she needed tampons and toothpaste, so she might as well take a pitstop at Target. 

After a long day of driving around from place to place, she was finally at her last stop for the day. Target parking lots were always a mess of families walking in the middle of the lanes and SUVs sitting way over the line. Worst place to finish off her day, but at least she would be home soon.

After searching the store for the correct department (and avoiding buying what she didn’t need), Daya tiredly pushed her cart into the chips and candy aisle. She was almost done with her list of errands and wanted to return home to relax for the rest of the afternoon. 

Staring at the different flavors of tortilla chips, the store felt warmer than a few minutes before. Ignoring the small amount of sweat gathering on her upper lip, Daya tried to focus on picking out a flavor; hint of lime, light salt, cantina style-

“Ma’am? I think your phone is ringing,” 

Daya looked at the employee stoking the endcap of trail mixes for a moment, before recognizing her ringtone. She fumbled finding her phone in the top of the cart in embarrassment.

“Right, thanks,” she answered seeing who was calling. It was probably Willow asking if she could pick up more dishwasher pods or something. Or it was Crystal asking if she included a little card in the bouquet since ‘Gigi loves getting cards, especially the little ones with a cute message inside!’. 

“Hello?” she asked as she grabbed a bag that had a sales tag on the shelf under it before leaving for the health and beauty department. 

“Babycakes? Did you forget to eat today?” Her girlfriend’s voice came through the phone, immediately sounding concerned. 

“Oh, hey Jas,” Daya said as she avoided shoppers coming the other direction. She thought back and remembered the last thing she ate was toast with some peanut butter for breakfast. She was so busy with her errands for the day, that she didn’t ever consider stopping somewhere for lunch. 

Jasmine continued, “I sensed that something was wrong with you. I’m worried, can you check your blood sugar?” 

“I’m at Target right now, but I’m almost done-” Daya tried to say, but Jasmine was insistent. 

“The one on Hastings Street, by the Italian place we like? I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Jasmine said before the sound of the phone dropping and ending the call. 

Daya sighed, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She felt fine, she just needed to finish her shopping and get back home. Upon reaching for her preferred toothpaste on the shelf, Daya noticed her hand was shaking. 

Okay, maybe checking her sugar wasn’t a bad idea. 

She found an empty seat at the blood pressure machine by the pharmacy, pulling her cart behind the seat. Her hands were barely steady enough to unlock her phone and open the Dexcom app. 

The number was fairly low, which was no surprise to her. Daya looked in her cart and realized she had nothing sweet inside to help boost her sugar. Either she was going to be sneaky and steal from some stranger’s cart, or wait until some employee took pity on her and grabbed her some off-brand orange juice.

Daya tried to distract herself by playing a few levels of some bubble shooter game she rarely opened on her phone. She barely paid attention to her surroundings until she heard a few strangers speaking nearby.

“There’s a loose dog in here!”

“That dog is huge, how did it get inside the store?” 

“It’s carrying a harness, I think it’s someone’s service dog!”

If Daya didn’t feel like shit right now, she’d be smirking at everyone’s reaction to her werewolf girlfriend.

Daya watched a familiar wolf with a tan and white coat look down the nearby aisle and recognize her. The wolf perked up and wagged her tail as she strutted down to greet Daya.

“Hey, Jazzy,” She said as she scratched the back of Jasmine’s furry ears, feeling comforted by her already. An employee followed the wolf to Daya and ran to get more help, as a few employees came from the pharmacy and waited with her.

As she waited, Daya remembered when Jasmine first told her that she wasn’t human. It was after they went on a few dates and started getting serious and started throwing around the word ‘girlfriends’. She thought the blonde was either absolutely insane or just fucking with her. 

But a few days later, she found a wolf on her doorstep carrying the insulin that she left at Jasmine’s the last time she was there. Coincidentally, that moment happened when her blood sugar hit a spike out of nowhere. 

Daya knew Jasmine would always drop everything just to make sure she was okay. 

Within minutes, the employee came back with a freshly opened bottle of chocolate milk and cold water. Jasmine rested her head in Daya’s lap as she slowly sipped on the sweet, creamy drink. The chocolate milk was nowhere as good as what she could make at home, but it did what she needed. 

After she assured the employees (and a few concerned strangers) that she was okay, Daya strapped the harness and leash onto Jasmine and finished her shopping before checking out. The cashier offered Jasmine a dog treat, but Daya had to bite back her laugh and decline the offer. 

“I got some spare clothes in the car, let’s get you back on two legs,” Daya said as she unlocked her truck and let Jasmine jump into the passenger seat. 

 She still wanted to get home and catch up on trash TV reruns and stay inside, but this time, she had someone to happily spend the afternoon with. 

“We sent you out to get chips and some taquitos, and you come back with a girlfriend and tampons that we have no use for,” Bosco said as soon as they returned to the apartment. Daya and Jasmine were hand in hand since the moment Jasmine could shift back and put on clothes.

“It’s in this bag, take it,” Daya said as she dropped the plastic bag of chips on the coffee table, briefly covering the view of the television. She watched Willow find the Cheetos first and happily open them.

Willow looked up at the two before Daya could sneak Jasmine into her bedroom. “Why is she wearing your clothes?” she asked. 

Daya snapped back with a smirk, “Because she looks cute in band tees. Now if you’ll excuse us…,” she said as she pulled the blonde into the hall, and Jasmine giggled behind her. 

“What made you know that my sugar was low?” Daya asked as the two sat on her bed, watching Buffy reruns. Jasmine was curled into her side, with the other’s arm around her shoulders. 

“I don’t know, it was just a feeling I got out of nowhere,” Jasmine explained. “Other wolves explained that it’s common to happen between bonded mates.”

“Mates?” Daya asked. “Does that mean we’re mates, then?”

Jasmine looked up to her, “Maybe? I don’t know how it works between a wolf and a human. It’s kind of, well, looked down upon to date outside our species,” she looked down for a moment as Daya gathered her thoughts. 

“I guess we’re mates, then. If having a mate is important for you, that’s what we are,” she said as she pulled Jasmine in closer.

“Mates and girlfriends?”

“Yes, mates and girlfriends.”

[fanofstuff01]

I know you've read the last chapter of head like a hole

I think this fic gonna give me depression TT

IMAGINE ITS ENDING LIKE THIS

I HOPE NOT BUT I WANT ADAM TO BE FREE

LOOK. DON'T MAKE ME THINK IT ENDING LIKE THIS BECAUSE I WILL CRY. THE CREATOR JUST FUCKING CAN'T.

I have a theory that I will clung onto for dear life until tomorrow.

I'm going to get into spoilers so uh

I think, since Lucifer bound his soul to Adam, his soul will be able to keep itself together AT LEAST a little since a part of it is connected to someone else, THEN either Roo (If she's not perma gone) is going to pull Adam's soul pieces back via that, and will try to re-put the curse since she still has the Eve pieces, OR his soul will stitch itself back together because it has the ground to do so.

I know that doesn't sound very convincing but I truly believe Adam will go to somewhere similar to Roo and I think his contract with Lucifer is going to be used in a way. Like, you know how Roo stitched Adam back together from what's left of Eve's soul, so maaybe since Lucifer's soul is his..?

Whatev. All I want is for it to not end like this and I know, mostly hope it won't.

Because, there are details and author's replies to some comments hinting at a continuation, and are definitely not the things I say to myself to avoid thinking he's gone for good:

-Details I picked up on-

1: The chapter description has no sense of finality, just gives us casual info about the chapter, nor was the chapter marked as the ending. I swear that author is straight up cruel if their tomorrow update is just something like "Oh yeah he died like that and Lucifer grieved a bit then returned to normal the end lol".

2: Roo says, she found a space of nothingness, and Adam says a profound nothing waited for him at the end.

3: They didn't make a suicide warning at the beginning. Just self harm.

-Comments (Which I take as much more accurate)

-I pulled a sneaky on you. You'll be thanking me for not leaving you on tomorrow's cliffhanger for a full week.

-There is going to be an emotional reckoning for sure. Everyone's going to have some serious shit to deal with after all's said and done. (I'm not sure about this one but whatev)

-I'll give you all some consensual Adamsapple smut later. If everyone survives this, that is.

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LOOK I have so much for this fic that I can talk about it for hours. So I'm stopping here lol.

Also I have to say this somewhere, but this would be a marvelous idea for an actual Adam spinoff. I'm dead serious.

[dovesandmagpies]

Thoughts rereading the Lord of the Rings for the first time in 10 years, (in no particular order and with no claim to literary expertise beyond reading a lot of books)

When I was younger I would always skip the old forest, Tom Bombadil and the barrow wites, because I didn't think they were necessary to the story, it still makes sense if they're not there and the barrow wites (is that how you spell it?) creeped me out.

Listening to it now, yes they're not essential, but they make the world feel more real. There are evil things that don't have anything to do with Sauron, old man willow is never explained, he's just there, hating people, with no giant evil plan for world domination or anything.

Tom Bombadil makes much sense when you think that the world of middle earth was sung into being, a guy who sings all the time is (a little) less strange in that context.

And the barrow wites are still the creepyist things in the whole story but I appreciate the creepyness more as an adult.

Merry is still my favourite character, I always feel sad when I remember how reduced his character was in the movies

I find the songs more interesting, I only read the Silmarilion once, and that was over 10 years ago (I am currently rereading it, I am not even half way through though) But the fact that it exists, that the history that is referenced or hinted at in the Lord of the rings is actually there all written down some where so you can read it if you want to know more, it is what makes the Lord of the rings one of my favourite books.

It also makes it a very sad story, yes they win, the villain is destroyed, but the time of the elves is finished, all that history that happens in the Silmarillion has come to an end. There is a deep feeling that something important has been lost and no matter what happens it can't be the same as it was.

The kingdoms of Gondor and Anor remind me very much of the Roman empire in the middle ages, (I feel like I may be pointing out the obvious here, but I never noticed this before) All the lands used to be part of one great kingdom/empire, the kingdom broke in to two halves one of the which fell and the other survived but was not as great as it had been. There are ruins and old buildings all over the place that no one at the time of the story could build. Even though Arnor has been gone for hundreds of years people still refer to it as something to be admired. Most people speak the same or similar languages because of it. Numenor conccered most of middle earth and made it this huge kingdom, which then collapsed and split apart in smaller kingdoms none quite as great as the original. There are probably parallels to other things but this is what stood out to me.

I understand why they didn't put the scouring of the Shire in the movie, but I think it is an important part of story. It shows how evil isn't all huge and far away, sometimes it's small, pathetic, sneaky and done or helped by people you know, and that is much scarier.

I forgot about how many side characters they didn't include in the movie, particularly in the Return of the King.

When Gandalf and Pippin get to Gondor is the point I really remembered that Tolkien lived through WWI and 2, there are little things before that (the dead marshes for instance), but in Gondor they're sending all the women and children to the countryside so they won't be caught in the fighting. There's rationing of the food, all the lights must be dimmed or put out so the flying creatures can't see anything. It's something only someone who lived after WWI would write because before that it just wouldn't enter your head that war could be like that.

Going back to the Silmarillion for a moment, theoretically, if the sons of Feanor had broken their oath, would they have turned into ghosts like the ones in the Paths of the Dead? Or are they ghosts because Isildur cursed them?

I occasionally see people criticising Tolkien for making Eowen marry Faramir and give up war, this is generally portrayed as Tolkien being sexist for letting a female character fight and then immediately taking it away and marrying her off to some random guy.

I disagree with this perspective and I don't understand how you could think that after reading Eowen's part of the story.

By the time Eowen faced the Witch King she had no hope, she thought the only thing she had to live for was the hope of a glorious death in battle, she wanted to die. When she survived what she needed was hope that there was more to life than death in battle, that's why her marrying Faramir is a happy ending for her. He is able to help Eowen see that there is more to live for than she believed and she is able to hope for the future instead of wishing to die from despair.

Is it canon that Feanor made the Palatri or was that just an educated guess on Gandalf's part?

Is that giant "as big as an elm tree and walking" the hobbits talk about in the pub in one of the first chapters an entwife? I always assumed it was but I've never seen anyone else mention it.

Is Goldberry a maia? If not what is she?

Gollum is a lot funnier than I remember, he's just such a drama queen. He can't eat lembas? "oh poor Smegol, he must starve! "

The orcs come across as a lot smarter and more like real people than I remember, yes they're evil but they're just doing their jobs, trying to get promoted and not lose their heads. Also they have wages. I don't know why but this was one of the biggest surprises in the whole book, how "civilised" the orcs were. They, and Mordor in general, are really an industrial power fighting a medieval one. Which shouldn't be a surprise considering what Tolkien clearly thought about industry, but I was caught off guard by it.

That's all the thoughts I have, for now at any rate, hopefully it wasn't too confusing.

[obae-me]

Are you still taking suggestions? If not you don't need to write this as one but

Mc looking at Solomon like a pathetic cat till he gives them affection

Yep! Taking casual suggestions to write little snippets to get me back in the writing groove! (And possibly back on people's radar). Thank you for the suggestion! I don't write Solomon a lot, I'm ready for the challenge. Let's go!

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It's hard to get people to agree on anything, let’s be honest. There are so many personal opinions and biases that communities are always bound to find something to divide them. However, if there was one thing that almost everyone could agree on, it was that homework sucked. And if human homework was awful, one could only imagine how soul-sucking demon homework felt.

"You need three parts lilywart to every one part graven ash for it to...MC, are you listening to me?" Solomon wondered, looking up from the textbook to look at the fellow human. Despite his tutoring being obviously ignored, he just seemed amused. His eyes shimmered in a way that hinted he always knew more than he let on. Such wisdom he scarcely shared.

"I think my brain is melting," they stated, sliding down a little in their seat.

"Is that so?" He clapped his hands together, his fingertips brushing up against his chin. "Well If that's the case, I know several spells that could-"

"No thank you," they quickly interrupted him, a sudden fear running up the course of their spine.

With an entertained hum, he picked up the textbook again, fingers drumming against the leather-bound cover. "Hm, a shame." Once more he returned to his tutoring, putting all of his attention towards the proper methodology of potion making. 

It bothered them. Don't get them wrong, they asked to hang out with Solomon in the first place, but in the quality time kind of way...not the 'I've noticed you've been struggling in class, why don't we go over the subject material together' way. He was supposed to be wise, but today he seemed awfully dense. Unless...this was his plan. Of course...he was probably testing their patience on purpose. Sneaky... So they squinted at him, attempting with all their might to burn a hole in his cheeky face. They could've sworn for a moment his irises flicked in their direction, but he only went forward with his lesson, going on an unnecessarily long tangent on the easier way of prepping a cauldron for use. He absolutely was doing this on purpose. So they changed tactics, going right for his weakness. The eyes. Not his eyes, but their own. Lifting their brows, they pulled off a perfectly innocent look with just a hint of begging. Not too much begging, they didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he’d made them desperate, but just enough to the point they almost looked wounded. 

“What I like to do is just use a pinch of-” He caught their expression in his peripheral vision, his words catching in his throat. Got him.  He was hardly ever caught off guard, possibly being clever enough to see most outcomes, if he wasn’t the one pulling some strings behind the scenes in the first place. So MC adored doing anything in their power to watch that bemused all-knowing persona break. It was like a game in it’s own right. One they refused to lose. Equally as stubborn, Solomon tried to go back to what he was talking about, but his usual precise and in-depth explanations were degrading. He was skipping over details, pausing for thought, clearly distracted. Eventually, he gave in, shaking his head. “I cannot pay attention while you stare at me like that.” 

“Hm, a shame,” they mocked, using his previous words against him. They lowered their head a touch, tilting it slightly to the side, looking through their eyelashes. 

He settled the book in his lap and closed it shut. After a few more moments, he put it aside entirely. He got to his feet and stepped over to them, one finger curling around their chin to direct their gaze up to him. “Why are you giving me that face? Is it because you expected us to do something else today?” 

Now he was trying to win the game. Their eyes glanced away from him, taking his wrist in their hand to remove it from their chin. “I didn’t want to go over class subjects all day, no.” 

Solomon did sigh a little, an apologetic smile crossing his face. “Forgive me. I simply love being the one to teach you.” He placed his free hand atop their head and brushed it down across the outline of their face. “I...always feel like I’m learning all over again when I’m with you.” 

MC allowed the sweet words to enter their heart, and then they squinted at him. “This was just a test to see how long my patience could last.” 

That usual smirk emerged. “It can be both. You lasted a decent while, longer than I expected you to. Would you like a gold star?” His wrist still in MC’s grasp twisted, freeing himself just enough so his palm was against theirs, fingers intertwining. “Don’t worry. Study session is over. I’m focused on you now.” 

[animehouse-moe]

After-School Hanako-Kun and Good News

I had a feeling, a rather strong feeling after a hint left in the PV for After-School Hanako-Kun, and I'm very happy that it turned out correct. There's not a mountain of stuff to cover, but I think it's important (and very interesting!) things that have the chance to be of importance to the Hanako-Kun remake!

So, let's talk details. How about starting with the PV? Lerche was a little sneaky, listing Studio Hibari in parentheses, but I caught it pretty quickly as I was chatting about the PV with a friend. You might think, "Oh, but Hibari is Lerche's parent company, it could have meant anything", and in a way you would have been right. Except, this is the first time Hibari was credited on a Lerche anime- period.

So, everybody already knew about the changes with lead director Masaomi Andou, and character designer Itou Mayuka not returning. What we didn't know is how good the character designs and direction would be. Well, turns out its good, very good.

Lots of little pieces of expression and character acting, as well as some solid direction, culminating in scenes like Nene digging Hanako out of the pile of Mokke.

Depth is actually something that lead director as well as episode director/storyboarder Kitamura Masaki plays at consistently throughout the episode, and it works really well. It puts in perspective how "flat" the first season of Hanako-Kun is, and how much it relied on color design to really bring the best out in it.

Conversely, expressions can struggle here and there compared to the first season. An inevitable fate that the anime would suffer due to Andou's departure considering how they literally use manga panels for their storyboards.

However, the slight differences in facial expressions is something I'll gladly eat if it means that the animation can get a much needed upgrade. Sure, it's not sakuga worthy every other second, but there's plenty of fun and well done cuts like these two Mokke sequences.

And we can owe that to the massive effort Hibari has put into cleaning up this series. Yeah, they essentially dedicated an entire staff dispatch for this first episode. All the first key animators are Hibari, as well as all but 3 for the second key animators. In betweens and other smaller roles for the episode have also been parted out a great deal to Hibari's Vietnam studio, creating a nearly full force effort from the parent to support its child. And it does wonders for the series.

I was intensely curious to see how this spinoff anime would go over with Lerche before this first episode, but now I'm incredibly excited to see how they decided to upgrade the manga they're adapting, and how this might reflect on the quality of the Hanako-Kun remake slated to release this year.