#and I never write or think of the ending so they just sort of go on forever in that time

[just1cefor4ll]

Kind stranger

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant!reader warning. swearing, not proof read, in-ho never reveals his true identity, might be OOC

A/n. this is uh— long. and my first time writing for squid game so I hope you enjoy!

“Miss, are you okay?” A man with the number 388 on his shirt asked, his voice soft and careful. His eyes, curious and innocent, sort of reminded you of a puppy; despite the grim reality around you both.

“Oh, me? Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, keeping your head down. “Just.. shaken up after the first game.” His brows furrowed slightly as he studied you, but he didn’t step closer. “You sure? I could ask for help if you’re feeling unwell.” “Yeah,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Really, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” For a moment, he looked like he might say more, but then he nodded. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” he said simply, before stepping back and going over to the man who supposedly has won these games before.

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders easing. He didn’t push, and for that, you were grateful. The last thing you needed was someone noticing how you instinctively cradled your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

As the room buzzed with hushed conversations and the sound of restless movement, you sank further into yourself. There wasn’t room for kindness here, not when you were hiding something so precious—something that would only make you a target.

Still, you couldn’t shake the warmth in his voice. It was strange, how a simple act of concern could make you feel human again, even for just a moment. But you reminded yourself it was safer this way. No ties, no risks.

The only thing that mattered was keeping you and the life inside you safe. Your baby girl.

Once you woke up to the loud melody of classical music you were immediately hit with a kick to the stomach. ‘Shit— who’d think that a baby could be this strong.’ You think to yourself as you lazily sit up, rubbing the rest of the sleep from your eyes.

“Attention all players, the next game will begin shortly. Please follow the staff’s instructions and make your way towards the game hall.

Right—those death games. You joined the forming line of players, a chaotic mix of emotions filling the air. Some people were pale with fear, trembling as if the weight of the games had already crushed them. Others seemed indifferent, like they’d embraced whatever fate awaited. Then there were those who practically vibrated with excitement, eyes gleaming at the chance to win yet another fuck ton of blood money.

You were firmly in the scared to death category. Money didn’t matter— at least not anymore. Your debt was more than the share you’d get if the first vote had ended in the X’s winning but to you no amount of cash could make this worth risking your baby’s life for.

As you shuffled forward, lost in thought, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see the old lady from the first game, her kind smile somehow both soothing and grating at the same time. “Do you need a hand? I’m sure you’re still tired.” She asked softly, leaning closer as though trying to shield her words from the others. “I heard the next game is dalgona, so please, be careful.” You forced a small, polite smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “Oh, no, I’m fine. Thank you,” you said quickly, brushing off her concern as gently as you could.

She didn’t seem convinced, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than you liked. But, thankfully, she nodded and stepped back into line.

You sighed inwardly, a mix of guilt and frustration bubbling under your skin. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her kindness. In a place like this, it was a rarity you didn’t take lightly, but you couldn’t afford for anyone to notice how vulnerable you really were.

Well whatever theory the old woman heard, it definitely wasn’t true. You were supposed to divide into groups of five and all though you didn’t really remember dalgona being a big part of your childhood, you still knew it definitely wasn’t a group game.

You sigh as you try and look for a team however you forgot that all these men were stuck up and sexist so they all turned you down even if they needed just one last player to make them a full team. ‘Motherfuckers—‘ You bump into a familiar man, the very one who was concerned for your well being yesterday. The impact made you wince and clutch your stomach, mumbling out a quick ‘sorry’. “Oh, miss! It’s you. Are you okay did I hurt you?” He put a hand on your back and looked at you with concern in his eyes— which then traveled down to your swollen belly. “Please let me join your team, everyone keeps turning me away.” You begged, practically bowing to this man to help you. “Of course— please no need to bow I’m glad to help you. Please don’t strain yourself miss, I’ve got you.” He smiled sweetly and lead you to his group— of men.

“I thought you’d bring a man—“ Player 390 started but cut himself off as you placed your hand on your stomach, pulling the ‘i’m pregnant’ card. ‘Whatever needs go be done to survive I guess.’ Every single one of them looked down and nodded, welcoming you with warmth which was quiet unexpected.

The game luckily went well— at least for your team. The other one unfortunately got shot up while you were cheering in victory, bringing you back to the cruel reality you were living.

Player 456; Gi-hun as you learnt once you got back, instructed everyone to put their mattresses onto the ground and make a barrier in case anyone attacked tonight which seemed absurd but you didn’t bother arguing since he did play before. However Young-il voiced his concerns aloud which only made you wince at the bad move.

“Absurd? The moment the lights went out last time, everyone went for each other. People who you thought you could trust. Your most ‘loyal’ ally betrayed you without a second thought.” His voice was sharp, venom dripping from every word, and the room grew colder as his meaning sank in. Young-il smiled faintly, looking down a bit. “You’re right,” he said smoothly. “I apologize for my ignorance. Who better to trust than someone who’s already survived?”

The tension hung heavy in the air for a moment before Gi-hun turned away, giving out orders to the group. Everyone, even the skeptical ones, obeyed without question.

Player 388; Kang Dae-ho and 390; Jung-Bae gathered mattresses and set them down onto the floor while you were tasked to collect pillows and blankets. ‘So you don’t overexert yourself.’ Gi-hun said to you a few minutes back, his light pat on your back a bit comforting but still awkward from the last interaction.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, everyone moving with purpose, glancing nervously at the darkened corners. Gi-hun’s warning echoed in your mind: People you thought you could trust.

Once again when the classical music woke everyone from their slumber— a never ending routine you’ve learned to hate, you knew what was about to happen. ‘The next game..’

You all agreed on voting X, even Jung-bae who previously voted O and told yourselves you’d meet for dinner once everything in your lives was settled which excited your nerves. ‘I got this. For my baby, and my.. friends.’ You thought to yourself as everyone chatted along themselves, you yourself stealing glances from Dae-ho, a reassuring smile exchange between the two of you.

That night while everyone was asleep, Dae-ho was keeping watch with Jung-bae. You noticed how the older man was starting to doze off so you decided to switch with him even after his constant reassurance that he’d be fine and that you needed the rest more than he did.

You sat in silence for a bit before you decided to strike up a conversation. “So, what made you take me into your team?” You asked softly, looking up at the prize money in the see through pig. ‘Your life could be added to that pile any second.’ A voice inside you kept repeating but you shook it off. “You reminded me of my sisters. I knew I definitely wouldn’t want them to be left stranded and definitely not here— plus in your state you could be exposed to any kind of danger and what kind of man would I be if I let a gorgeous lady like you get put into the arms of those assholes..” He stated simply, gesturing towards all the other men who were on the other side. You just nodded, his words kind and genuine.

You talked through almost the whole night, telling him how you ended up here and some personal things which hardly anyone knew about you while he shared things about his toxic household and his amazing older sisters before Gi-hun told you two to catch some sleep before the game that morning and so you did, giving Dae-ho one last glance before lying down on your mattress.

You made your way towards the game hall, your heart beating so fast you thought it’d explode any second. The room looked like a big circus tent, doors going all around the room with a big platform in the middle which reminded you of a carousel. Once the instructions were said, you all formed a strategy. “If the number is bigger then 5 we will find the remaining amount of players. If it’s less then that we split. The most important thing is to stay calm, don’t panic.” You repeated in your head everything that Gi-hun and Young-il said, placing your hand on the pile, taking a deep breath before muttering ‘Victory.’ along with them.

The platform soon started spinning, a nursery rhyme on the speakers with bright lights shining in the middle of the platform.

“Ten players.”

Everyome scathered around, yelling and pulling people into their group like wild animals before a group of people came to you. “We have 4, how many of you are there?” Player 120 asked before getting pushed by a man with wide, psychotic eyes. “There’s five of us, come with us.” However they got pulled away by yet another group.

“15 seconds.”

Player 120 rushed to a woman who looked like she was.. praying? Rushing to the nearest empty door. “Room 40! The green one!” You yelled as you quickly got into the room before it locked itself. Your breathing was quick, sweat going down your forehead but relief washed over you. You were alive. The lady started screaming, something about how you were alive because of her and that you should be thanking her but you ignored her, going back out once the speaker told you to.

The next round was 3 people so you went with Dae-ho and Jung-bae while Young-il and Gi-hun went to find a player. Another round survived.

Six players was the most shattering part. Everything was going fine until the girl who’s name was Young-mi was locked out by player 333. You couldn’t watch the scene unfold so you looked down and covered your ears, a ache in your heart for player 120 who lost a dear friend.

The last was two players and you ran with Dae-ho to an empty room, pushing a few players aside to get an empty room. “There’s 50 rooms and 126 players. 100 players will survive, the remaining won’t be as lucky.” Young-il explained before you all ran off once the platform stopped. A pain in your stomach stopped you deaf in your tracks, getting pushed to the ground by a guy who quickly went into the room with Dae-ho, however he got a punch to the face and got thrown out before he could close the door.

“10 seconds.”

Dae-ho rushed to you and picked you up, sprinting to the room and shutting it right as the lock clicked and shots fired, eliminating the 26 players just like Young-il had predicted. Your eyes watered with relief, getting onto your knees you bowed, choking out your gratitude to the man in front of you. He knelt down next to you, letting your head rest on his shoulder as he patted your head. “No, no don’t cry. I told you I’d get us out of here didn’t I? We’re alive, all three of us.” He smiled, giving you one last squeeze before helping you up, wiping your tears and joining the rest of the group.

Dae-ho stayed beside you the whole time after the game, waiting for the pink soldiers to come and let us take a vote. Your hopes weren’t high, it was pretty obvious since you sat there with slumped shoulders as everyone else after your vote continued to press the O’s and X’s.

“Last 6 votes.” Jung-bae shook Dae-ho with excitement which he returned twice as much. Your eyes began to shine with a little hope as the last two players came up to the voting area.

An X..

You could sense the tension, every single breath, the sound of teeth chattering.. one last vote.

An X.

51:50

You won? You— no that couldn’t be? You won! You jumped into Dae-ho’s arms as everyone from your group started to celebrate. The money was enough for all of you now, it was perfect even! Gi-hun promised everyone to help with the money he previously won if something wasn’t payed for or that they just needed help in general.

There were angry shouts which were quickly shut down with a gun shot to the roof.

“The majority of the players have voted to terminate the games. It’s quite a pity we must say goodbye to you like this, but the games are now over. Your belongings and money will all be returned and sent to your homes. Thank you for your participation.”

You finally felt the cold breeze of air as you were dumped out of the car, hitting your back hard against the pavement. Groaning, you struggled against the restraints on your wrists, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your body. Just as panic began to settle in, you heard familiar voices—voices you thought you’d never hear again. Your friends. Relief washed over you as they rushed to your side, helping you up and breaking the binds that held you, and them captive.

Months passed since the horrors of the games, and life had taken a turn for the better. You moved in with Dae-ho after oficially getting together and deciding to start something fresh. Your apartment was close to almost everyone in your circle, making it easier to stay connected; which is why regular dinners became a tradition, a way to bond and leave the dark memories of the games behind. Slowly but surely, you all began to rebuild your lives, focusing on the present and the joy of simply being alive.

Not long after your release, your baby came into the world—a healthy, beautiful girl, delivered without complications. The birth was celebrated joyously, marking a new chapter in your life. Gi-hun and Young-il eagerly accepted the roles of godfathers, while the kind old woman from the group became the grandmother. Everyone else quickly fell into place as loving uncles and aunts.

It wasn’t a blood tied family, but the love was a stronger seal than anything else in the world.

Tonight, you were hosting a sort of ‘meeting our daughter’ type thing at your home. Everyone was already there but you excused yourself to get a camera to take a few pictures when you noticed Dae-ho standing in front of the mirror. His brow was furrowed, a look you’ve learnt to recognize after being together for a few months now. “Dae?” you asked softly, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the mirror as he fidgeted with his shirt. “I just... I’ve been thinking. What if she doesn’t like me when she grows older? I’m not her real father, after all.” His voice faltered, the vulnerability clear in his tone. You turned him around gently, cupping his face in your hands as you looked into his eyes. “Dae-ho,” you began, your voice steady and full of warmth, “she doesn’t need a ‘real’ father. She needs you. You’re the one who’s been there for us, who’s loved us and cared for us. She’s going to grow up knowing how amazing you are because of the love you show her every single day.”

His expression softened, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a shaky breath. “You really think so?” You smiled, nodding. “I know so. She already adores you. She doesn’t care about blood ties, Dae she only knows the man who makes her giggle and holds her when she cries. That’s what makes a real father.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” he whispered.

The sound of your daughter’s laugh echoed from the living room, followed by Gi-hun’s exaggerated baby talk as he attempted to entertain her. You and Dae-ho shared a chuckle before heading out to join the others. That night, surrounded by your unconventional but deeply loving family, you realized just how far you’d come. The memories of the games still lingered, but they no longer held power over you. Your life was yours to live, and the bonds you’d formed in the aftermath were stronger than anything money or blood could ever buy.

In the warmth of your family’s laughter and the comfort of Dae-ho’s hand in yours, you knew you had found your peace.

© URFAVLARRY

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[yanderes-galore]

Since Lies of P is on the menu, would you write a concept for Pinocchio/P with a Human Darling? -🐈

Sure! I watched a lore video so I know most of the background (That's... one way to cope, Geppetto....). P's personality is ambiguous just like the game, but he is trying to be human (Totally not for you, definitely....)

I got really into this... So that was fun.

❗️Spoilers For Lies of P Lore❗️

Yandere! Pinocchio/P with Human! Darling

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Blood, Kidnapping implied, Isolation, Forced kiss, Dubious companionship/Forced relationship.

Pinocchio is certainly a... lost individual throughout the events of the game.

By the time he awakens, he's barely aware of his purpose.

He's clueless to Krat's problems until he encounters them.

There's the puppet frenzy, the disease plaguing humans, the undead....

Pinocchio, due to how he was created and his purpose, is in a strange middle ground.

He's a puppet... but also not.

Due to his unique creation, he's more akin to a human the longer he interacts with his world.

Unlike other puppets, he chooses his actions, he's sympathetic.

So imagine if he meets you, a human, and starts feeling... strange.

The big mechanic in Lies of P is choosing between two paths.

You can either stick to your programming and stay a puppet, or you can aim to be something more... human.

Imagine Pinocchio trying to be more human because he's attached to you?

Maybe you knew Carlos... or maybe you're entirely unrelated?

Either way, you meet the puppet during his quest through Krat.

Humans were rather scattered in the city due to everything going on.

You either perish from sickness... or one of the mechanical monsters in this place.

You had been scraping by the best you could.

However, just when you thought you'd meet your end...

A puppet stepped in, slaying another robotic automaton and preventing it from harming you.

This puppet... was different from the others.

You don't understand it at first... The puppet is oddly quiet as it observes you.

Yet this one speaks... and you can understand it.

It's a bit stilted at first, as if struggling to find its voice.

But you manage to learn its name... P.

It's a simple name, no doubt a nickname.

You deem Pinocchio/P harmless, despite its surprisingly curious gaze.

Something about this puppet seemed more human and controlled than the others.

All other puppets in Krat are frenzied... This one is not.

Your first meetings with the puppet are... mutually curious.

You've never seen a puppet like him.

He felt so human even as he led you to where most other humans were hiding with Sophia.

It's... uncanny, actually.

For now you can tell the difference... but later it's nearly impossible.

Pinocchio, on the other hand, is just as fascinated with you.

As I said before, this would make more sense if you had some sort of connection to Carlos.

Since Pinocchio seems to act on the memories of Carlos... Maybe you were friends like Romeo?

That or you remind him of someone similar and that makes him keep an eye on you.

Pinocchio is a puppet you end up encountering more than you'd think.

The puppet's attachment to you feels... real in a way.

At first you thought the puppet was simply trying to protect you, no doubt some sort of programming that makes it so humans aren't harmed....

The thing is... It isn't anything like that.

This attachment comes entirely from his decisions.

No one is making him follow you around...

He's choosing to.

When Pinocchio isn't out searching for his father, he looks for you.

You could be scouting or staying in Hotel Krat... and still find that mysterious puppet.

You swear he's following you... and maybe he is.

Something in him wants to understand you.

You can read curiosity in his cold gaze... bug you don't want to acknowledge the thought.

This is a puppet... just like the ones out there... yet it's so hard to convince yourself of that.

Each time you see Pinocchio, he's less like a puppet.

You try to tell yourself it's just because you're used to him...

Although, who keeps changing his appearance then?

Pinocchio is gentle with you, always observing you like you're easy to break.

You can't tell what the puppet wants from you....

At the very least you assume friendship... You see that in the way he talks to you, slowly getting more used to using his voice.

He listens to you, mechanical gears clicking as he watches you.

It's like he's fond of you.

You begin to question his motives once he gets bolder.

Whenever you're busy, you'll feel his cold touch tentatively prod at you for attention.

He often sticks around you to see what you do, watching your every move like he's trying to learn from you.

There's times the puppet will mimic you... and other times he acts on his own accord.

You feel like you never get answers when it comes to Pinocchio.

The puppet is determined to talk to you, to learn from you...

He wants to learn everything.

Pinocchio is used to fighting.

Any weapon he uses is often covered in the life blood of whatever beast remains in Krat.

He's a skilled and determined fighter... he never seems to really die as long as his heart is intact.

He has such a pretty face... yet violent tendencies.

Although, with you, there's no trace of that.

With you he's a genuine pretty face, even if it's all to cover up lies.

You begin to worry as Pinocchio becomes more human... and more bold

If you're upset or scared, he sits beside you and attempts to mimic human comfort.

That... That is okay... at least, you try to tell yourself that.

It's when you notice Pinocchio getting more... insistent? Affectionate?

Pinocchio only ever seems to greet you with a hug the more human he becomes.

It's all very strange... You swear you felt him warmer...

Must just be you.

Others comment on his changed appearance, yet you struggle to grapple with the thought.

He's a puppet... but with you he acts too human...

He hugs you, tells you he missed you...

Yet still observes you from a distance, as if cautious about you being around other humans.

Things hit a peak when Pinocchio's actions can no longer be described as friendly.

At first you thought the puppet wanted you as a friend.

Maybe he has a basic view of friendship?

Somehow... unfortunately for you... it appears he's learned new behavior.

During a conversation with Pinocchio in Hotel Krat, you notice the oddly human puppet acting strange.

As you lament about something, you immediately stop in your tracks when Pinocchio leans closer.

You freeze when the puppet is nearly against your side and chest, mysterious eyes watching you.

When the puppet goes in for what you can only assume is a mock kiss, you gently tilt his head away.

You aren't sure if you should even be surprised anymore when Pinocchio gives a confused expression, neck clicking as he tilts his head.

It feels too wrong... too strange... too artificial yet not....

You apologize to the puppet, stating you can't go through with... that.

The puppet merely blinks, but nods with a mumbled agreement.

Unfortunately, you see the puppet trying again once more time passes.

He keeps trying to gain more humanity, to be more human.

Do you not love him because he isn't a human?

He doesn't get it... He recalls memories of him feeling this way to someone like you...

Why aren't you reciprocating?

The puppet tries to become more human to win you over.

By the end of it with long hair in a silver blue tinge... He hopes it's enough.

He wants to feel your warmth, your lips, your touch...

He wants to feel human.

Even if you refuse him as his most human state, perhaps the puppet may just snap.

He's tired of this, he's tried so hard...

He'll never be fully human or chase those memories again...

So he just needs to force it.

At your final rejection, the puppet pins you.

His eyes are cold, body much stronger and sturdier than your own.

With a click, his eyes look to your lips, before you feel cold porcelain lips on your own.

You push on the puppet, it doesn't budge.

The kiss isn't invasive... but it's bruising, a fabrication of the real thing.

By the time Pinocchio pulls away, he's already decided what he wants.

You'll realize he's human enough for you... He just needs to be patient.

You'll love him like you would a real human, won't you?

Even if it means him keeping you away from any other human?

Perhaps Pinocchio just needs to learn new tricks....

You'll love the puppet eventually...

Especially if he makes it so he's all you have.

[ariadnehelx]

title: YOU'RE ENGAGED??

summary: how does he react when he accidentally hears that you're getting engaged to someone who's not him?

pairings: various x reader. (albedo, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kinich, neuvillette, venti)

content warning: ooc characters potentially, (if you feel like there are ways to make someone go like wow that's 100% like that character please lemme know through asks i want to improve my writing) unrequited love, slight jealousy.

notes: if someone wants like a part 2 like an aftermath please let me know ! or any asks really <.3

“Wait wait wait! Hold on just a moment!!! N-no way this is true!! (Name), you’re… ENGAGED??!” 

The Traveler’s silver-haired, fairy-like companion, Paimon, visibly wasn't able to keep her surprise and excitement to herself. She and the Traveler had known you since forever, so when he heard that you were going to get married soon just seemed like something so surreal to her; to both of them. And yes, immediately, the Traveler created a mental list of potential fiances, since you were set on hiding the person’s identity until the wedding out of your own embarrassment.

“Sh-shush!! Paimon!! People are going to find out! I’m trying to keep this under wraps until a few weeks before the wedding!! But… Yes, I am.” Some passerby turned their heads at Paimon’s outburst, and your cheeks suddenly felt warm. But your eyes were alive with an unbridled excitement and anticipation for your wedding, because you were truly happy with this arrangement.

“Well,” the Traveler, also your best friend, Aether, stepped towards you, before enveloping you in a hug. This had been a dream of yours since forever, he was so happy for you! “You’ll invite us to your wedding, won’t you?” Aether joked, but he already knew you would. Of course, neither he nor Paimon would miss it, even if it took some time away from their journey on Teyvat as this was something they both wanted to be here for.

“There’s no way I wouldn't! You know…” But for someone who happened to be listening in on you, the rest of your conversation tuned out as time suddenly stood still for said person as he thought about what had just come out of your lips.

–

ALBEDO

Happened to stumble upon you all by chance.

One time, Sucrose told him that he’d been writing the wrong formula for some chemical for some time now, he was doing this absent-mindedly, and she understood that something was distracting him. 

So, in order to get rid of the distraction, he confided in her the odd feelings that he felt whenever you’d come around to help. Sucrose chalked it up to a crush.

A crush… Albedo didn’t understand fully what it meant to “have a crush” on someone. 

But maybe, just maybe… the tightening feeling in him… was part of that “having a crush”. He did know, however, that he didn’t like this at all.

ALHAITHAM

Was sort of surprised to hear about it at first.

When he went back home to his books, the word “marriage” somehow came up in his texts, and he remembered what he’d heard earlier.

Skipped past that page as the chapter later branched into a new topic, but he was still thinking.

Though he’d never seen you as a potential romantic partner before, he couldn’t deny the distaste he felt as he pondered the idea of you being called someone else’s wife. 

Still, doesn’t want to think that he feels anything for you.

CYNO

He’d actually been infatuated by you for quite a while, and he’d only told Tighnari about this.

Because of his job as the General Mahamatra, he knew that if he tried to pursue a relationship with anyone, it would put their life at risk: so in this case, it would put your life at risk. So in the end he just decided it would be best if he kept his feelings to himself.

Who knew that you’d be snatched up by some other man so soon? Well, he had anticipated it… but perhaps he should’ve done something about his feelings before it was too late. And now it was.

Finds himself trying to find out about this person when he’s supposed to be doing his job.

KAVEH

Stunned, but knows he should’ve expected this. He’s absolutely heartbroken.

He makes an effort to avoid you whenever he can, drowning himself into his architectural work and goes out to drink more often. 

He accidentally spills his emotions to Alhaitham one evening when he came home after drinking particularly heavily one night. Alhaitham doesn't quite comfort him, the two having a strained relationship after all… but Alhaitham did know about your engagement before Kaveh did, but he chose not to tell him himself.

In the end, he accepts that he’s lost you, drowning himself in his work more often.

KINICH

Mualani was walking with him when this happened, and she hadn’t known about Kinich’s infatuation with you, so she kinda fist-bumped the air in a fit of giggles, she was so happy for you! So happy that she didn’t realize Kinich was walking away until a bit too late.

He goes on with his day, his thoughts somehow always tracing back to you no matter what they were.

In reality, it doesn’t affect Kinich the way it might affect someone else, and that was solely because Kinich understood he had a price to pay for not acting on his feelings quick enough. He didn’t even know if he had the courage to ever try anyway.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t upset though.

NEUVILLETTE

Being the Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette never had the time for relationships. Not until he met you, when he found himself wanting to see you happy, liking it whenever you visited him, for any personal matter or work-related. 

The reason he didn’t tell you how he felt was because he was always so busy, and for some time it didn’t occur to him that he didn’t exactly have eternity to spend with you.

Even though the look on his face is apathetic, he truly does feel remorse for not telling you how he felt before it was too late. It rained heavily for the rest of that day.

VENTI

Doesn’t take it seriously. But perhaps he was just denying it in his mind; you couldn’t be engaged. You were his best friend, how would you have time for him if you had a husband?

Spends his days with you normally, even forgetting what had occurred earlier and enjoying his time with you more – not that he notices how you don’t look at him much at all anymore.

One day while at the tavern, drunk and playing his songs for anyone who spared him a glance, he heard some gossip, as he does whenever he’s there – but it’s about you. You, and that hottie who is your fiance, how cute you guys looked together, how–

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like hearing that.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi ;) I really like your works!!!! But I'm craving for II (really). So I would be glad if you would write something very sweet related to him. For example, inside the mind of II: how he secretly cares about reader more than she know.

All of the small things that you do

He is super attentive but as I have said before I think he’s more of a do not tell guy. So if he is doing something for you you would never catch him going “Yeah… well I did that or this for you”. He just does it. It’s second nature for him. And the range is wild because he loves to look after you.

So we could go from house chores. While it usually flows dynamically, there are parts that you had split and it worked just fine for you two. There are times when ii can tell that you are not in the right mindset to worry about a dirty bathroom or laundry. So he’s ticking your to-do list off for you. Sorting out your product for you on your side of the sink. Ones you had left scattered in the morning. By now more than aware of how you placed them. That’s also the time he looks through your product. Taking pictures of the ones that were running low so that he could simply show the picture and get the right thing.

“I think I’m tripping”, you would step out of the bathroom making ii lift his head from the wordle game he was playing. “I swear this morning the tub was almost empty”, you lift your moisturizer, holding the towel wrapped around your body with the other. “Am I tripping?”, you ask and ii can see the weight of the day still making your brain turn. “I grabbed it for you while I was out with the boys today”, he says so casually and you can’t help but look at him for a heartbeat. “You… you went to the makeup shop with the boys?”, you ask making ii shoot you one of his signature glares. “Yeah? Is there an issue we were in the area anyway”, he shrugged, “The lady recommended iii olaplex for his hair”, you can’t help but snort slightly at that, sitting down on the bed before leaning in to kiss your boyfriend, “you didn’t have to”. “I didn’t but I wanted to”, he cups your cheeks, squeezing them, “Put it on and come to bed”.

I can also see him packing lunch for you the night before. Idk tell me you can’t see him with a towel thrown over his shoulder, chopping up some vegetables for a salad. Cause I sure can. And the little sticky notes would probably make an appearance. A whole cheesy ass “Can I get a smile? Here we go, now that’s my pretty baby”. Would he ever admit to it? No. He’s not mushy and lovesick what do you mean? But his heart never fails to skip a beat when you end up sending him a pic of you holding the note and smiling at the camera.

Whatever he does, ii never expect praise or anything in return. It comes naturally. If he can make your life easier why wouldn’t he? But there are nights when you just end up staring at him. Thinking of all the ways he showed up for you throughout the day. “What is it?”, II would shift slightly taking his eyes off the screen. You just shake your head continuing to look at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”, wrapping his arm tighter around your shoulder he would let his gaze linger on you. “Just thinking of how much I love you”, you mutter, watching how the look in his eyes shifts even if his face stays the same. “Are you now?”, “Yeah, I wonder if you know just how much I love you”, you shrug, letting your fingers trail over his jaw. “I know that you love me, darling”, ii reassured you, letting his fingers tangle into your hair. “But do you know how much?”, he can’t help but let out a slight chuckle before muttering, “The question is if you know just how much I love you in return”.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! 8th Anniversary - MANKAI Company's Second Special Performance: Le Cadeau's Blessings

Two conclusions are bestowed upon them — either live for eternity, or pass in an instant of suffering...

collab with and graphics by myuntachis! text version under the cut!

Upon the vast ocean floats a small island guarded by the Four Great Nations and the Sacred Isle alike.  Since time immemorial, many a great author has dwelled upon this island to produce their works, and before long it came to be known as “The Island Where Stories Are Born”. Stories continue to be created upon this island to this very day. With the intent of protecting and passing on such precious and sacred stories, an academy was founded to raise new librarians.

... Le Cadeau Academy.

This year, 12 new pupils have enrolled into this prestigious institution holding deeply rooted traditions. With an incomplete book given to them as proof of their admission in hand and their unique goals in mind, these pupils take their first steps along the journey to becoming librarians. However, this academy hides a certain “secret”. This secret will bestow upon them choices that will determine their stories’ outcomes. Now, will the stories they weave tell of a happy ending? Or perhaps…

Aubrey (Sakuya Sakuma | Tenma Sumeragi)

“Come, let’s go! Towards a story no one has read before…”

The youngest. When he was but a baby, his grandmother read picture books to him. His honesty and charm make the people around him want to fuss over him.

Kieran (Tsumugi Tsukioka | Banri Settsu)

“I’ll have become a real hero by the time I graduate from this school!”

Jared’s childhood friend. He’s a young boy brimming with curiosity who admires the heroes in the stories he reads. He came to confirm whether the rumor that “librarians don’t age” is true.

Kenneth (Tsuzuru Minagi | Kazunari Miyoshi)

“To think I’d even be noticed by royalty. Haha, that spells the end of my school days.”

The class representative. He had thought of graduating without attracting too much attention, but had the ill fortune to be nominated as class representative. He’s a serious person and tries to do everything he's asked to thoroughly.

Amalia (Yuki Rurikawa | Azuma Yukishiro)

“I’ve been looking for a book since long before I came here. All I remember is its cover.”

A discreet young woman who observes her surroundings from a distance. She can’t forget the book she happened to come across when she visited a bookstore as a kid. Just as she had finally saved up the money to buy it, the bookstore had closed down. She has been searching for that book ever since.

Leroy (Muku Sakisaka | Citron)

“I want to find a chance to become closer to my big brother… That’s why I began writing stories.”

Gordon’s gentle but flunky younger brother. He feels a considerable amount of guilt towards his brother, and is rather self-conscious as a result. Due to that, he’s considerate and capable of maintaining the balance in all kinds of situations. He began writing stories in hopes of repairing his relationship with his brother, but has yet to show them to him.

Gordon (Kumon Hyodo | Omi Fushimi)

“… So sharing things with someone can be fun… I’ve never had this kind of conversation with someone before, so this feels sort of strange.”

Leroy’s older brother. His parents stopped paying attention to him once Leroy was born, and he filled the loneliness in his heart with books. Because of that, he is introverted and taciturn. Put nicely, he’s a low-maintenance young man. He doesn’t understand why his little brother, who has a great many friends, came to the academy with him, and is perplexed by him. (Although not aware of it himself, he’s afraid that just like with his parents, his little brother will take away his beloved stories as well.)

Joachim (Juza Hyodo | Sakyo Furuichi)

“I’ve memorized all you peasants’ faces. You better prepare yourselves this upcoming year.”

He is royalty, the third prince of the Le Cadeau Kingdom which houses the academy. As he will not inherit the throne, he enrolled in the academy in hopes of fulfilling his duties in other ways. Due to having the highest social standing amongst the students, he believed he would be elected class representative, and is hostile towards Kenneth as a result.

Henrick (Taichi Nanao | Guy)

“Sometimes all someone needs is a single story.”

He has a single story he can never seem to forget, and he wants as many people as possible to find such a story for themselves. He’s somewhat narrow-minded and self-righteous. He believes you’ll be okay, so long as you find the one book that will change your life. He often clashes with Meredith due to their difference in values.

Meredith (Masumi Usui | Chikage Utsuki)

“I simply love each and every story that is born in this world.”

He loves every story and every human in this world. Because of that, Henrick finds him to be not serious enough and they often clash.

Jared (Azami Izumida | Homare Arisugawa)

“Crossing paths with a black cat so soon after enrolling has to be a bad omen… Maybe it’s some kind of warning… Trying to tell us not to solve this mystery.”

Kieran’s childhood friend. A gloomy young man. He enrolled after Kieran dragged him into it. He actually wishes he hadn’t enrolled because he finds the idea of a librarian that never ages scary. All his thoughts tend to err on the negative.

Vance (Tasuku Takato | Misumi Ikaruga)

“You choose me? I don’t mind. Looks like we’re going to have a fun school life.”

The vice-representative. He’s a prankster who loves having fun and easily agreed to becoming the vice-representative exactly because he believed he’d enjoy it. He saw a librarian use magic when he was a kid and enrolled in the academy, believing that his life would be more fun if he could do that as well.

Abel (Hisoka Mikage | Itaru Chigasaki)

“I’m not very fond of being left behind, you see.”

He enrolled with a certain purpose in mind. He’s sociable, has excellent grades and conducts himself as a problem-free student, gaining the trust of his classmates and teachers alike.

[dickgraysonsptsd]

what are ur thoughts on nightwing yr 1 (the chuck dixon comic)?

mixed! i love the version of the firing and dick getting the nightwing identity there, and in theory i like dick going back to his roots with the circus to get a version of his dad's costume, and i'm glad it gives additional context to the jason-dick relationship, and it's very fun to see jason's gauntlet as a callback to dick's gauntlet ("batman chronicles: the gauntlet," 1997).

all the PARTS in there are things i enjoy, and i personally take #101-102 as part of my like comprehensive Mental Canon for dick because i enjoy the brudick drama of those issues so much. which sort of requires me to take the rest of it too because of how my comics autism works (i personally feel weird taking a single scene or event from an arc and ignoring the rest of it).

but i never really find myself wanting to reread it or revisit it for any reason other than pulling screencaps...?? just like, as a story itself it doesn't particularly compel me. idk if it's the pacing, if it's the fact that it's set in the old days of ntt but the art and writing are so distinct from that era that it doesn't fit with it in my mind, if the sudden jump from grayson's writing to dixon's threw me off too much the first time i read it... i just don't feel the connection with it that i do with robin: year one (also by dixon) or with batman: year three (also a brudick-centric story that invokes jason's memory and deals with dick's personal history and his relationship with his mantles).

i think it's partly that dick seems to have so little connection to the titans in nightwing: year one... like, they're around, and it ends with dick going back to titans tower iirc. but given that nightwing was originally created to help separate dick from bruce and establish the ntt version of himself as distinct, and nightwing's history as a character is so deeply tied to dick's role as the leader of the titans, it feels odd to me that nw:y1 isn't more concerned with the titans and dick's relationship with them. i feel like that was deliberate on dixon's part to make his version of dick more of a solo character across his entire history to line up with how dixon's nw96 run is about making dick a true solo character after a long history of being a partner/team character... idk. it makes sense to me as a writing choice but it's one that makes the comic itself less appealing to me.

rating: 4/5, good source material for ao3 tag Dark Bruce Wayne

[harleybird]

"But is it - We couldn't travel with you."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you, sir, are not one of us."

Doctor Who | Dot & Bubble

Bonus Dumbass:

[reallyhardy]

Sorry what’s up w the Ethan slater stuff? I know him only from your posts / SpongeBob stuff

HI HELLO please buckle in

yep -- the same guy from the spongebob musical, and my posts abut the spongebob musical.

he blew up completely and now the general public knows him as 'ariana grande's new boyfriend' - their relationship seems to have started off the back of co-starring in the upcoming wicked musical film adaptation.

it's just been like. a monkey's paw curling sort of a way for him to get catapulted to fame, as i had always really enjoyed him as a performer (as spongebob, yes, but also in the other roles i'd seen him in,) and my biggest hope back around 2017 was that he would continue in and be really successful in theatre, get a lot of broadway roles, maybe take on some existing parts i thought he'd really suit, like seymour in little shop or ogie in waitress.......... but instead he booked the role of boq from wicked in a massive hollywood film production instead, where he met ariana grande. THE ariana grande.

and then yeah. at some point, he and grande broke up with their respective partners, (slater leaving both his wife AND newborn son) jumped into a new relationship, and now the whole wider internet knows who he is but certainly not for the right reasons.

there's been speculation regarding whether or not grande and slater had cheated on their previous partners before their relationship began with various sources coming out of the woodwork saying "yes they did" and others saying "no they didn't" -- humans are all perfectly capable of making stuff up, the media especially, so i simply don't know who to trust and i admit it had completely shattered my whole good impression of him - PLUS it gave the wider internet an absolutely awful first impression of him, resulting in, yeah, the (frankly, unflattering, sometimes downright cruel) memes of him popping up on twitter and, as i discovered yesterday, in non-theatre youtubers' videos who would literally never have heard of him if not for the slater-grande romance 🥲

FULL COVERAGE of the situation as it was happening can all be found on the lovely @notasimpleslater's blog under the tag 'ozgate' if you want to delve deeper!

[choking-on-roses]

Colleague called me a Luddite today because I wrote the abstract for a book chapter submission by hand without using ChatGPT

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[topicaltropic]

oops! all wips

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)

[ghostlightfic]

anyways i made some good headway on back to one chapter 8. we're getting there. however the demonic thing is that my scope keeps growing and god is not smiling upon me

[orcelito]

OK so I have an inkling of an idea for a trigun ficlet. A one-shot, really. Not really any plot, but I just have the urge to write my own interpretation of Weird Plant Shit. Like for how much ppl tag this stuff as xeno, most of it's honestly pretty tame. Which kinda makes sense, considering a lot of this is being based off of the plants in stampede, which While uncanny are not NEARLY the amount of inherent horror of the plants in the manga. There's some FREAKY shit going on there. So like. You know. What if I took more inspiration from That for Vash's freaky shit?