#and all the other characters look all happy and high energy and stuff!!

[hiya-im-mary]

Here’s my hot take!!

When people try to make sexualities into Oc’s or characters,they always make their interpretation of asexuality a sad,serious,low energy “emo kid (derogatory)” ,while all the other sexuality characters are happy little goobers…it honestly irks me a lot >:(

Here’s an illustration to show what I mean!!

I’ll just say this!! If you’re gonna try to force the diversity of a single sexuality into one characterisation…

LET 👏 ASEXUALS👏BE👏GOOBERS👏👏👏

(Please <3)

[grandline-fics]

Hi!!!! I love your stories so much mua mua mua😭😭😭can I request for how the monster trio (+any character you like!) gives their s/o aftercare? Thank you so much!!

DESCRIPTION: How they give aftercare

WARNINGS: It goes without saying that the characters are age appropriate for this. While it’s not too explicit, just to be on the safe side, everything is under the cut. I might try something more detailed or explicit in the future. MDNI

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

WORDS: 1,126

A/N: Thank you for requesting this. This is my first time dipping my toe into more NSFW centered stuff so hopefully you like it.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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LUFFY

As much as he is naturally affectionate and will seek out physical touch but when it comes to sex, Luffy isn’t the one to initiate things with you. Don’t get him wrong it’s enjoyable when you both take things further but it’s never his ultimate end goal for gratification when he can get that same feeling from just holding or kissing you. It’s all on you to tell him when you wish to have sex and he is more than happy to give you what you want. In that same vein, the tone and duration is all up to you too. Luffy is a quick learner and thanks to his boundless energy and related demeanour he will go for as long as you need until you’ve gotten your fill. You never need to worry about Luffy’s enjoyment because as long as he’s with you and you’re happy, so it he and if anything the aftercare is his favourite part of these moments. 

When you’re satisfied and content, you lie back against Luffy with a breathless smile as you come down from your high. When Luffy’s arms tighten around you, you let out a hum of appreciation to just bask in what just transpired. You slowly wrap your hand around his arm, enjoying the feel of him pulling you as impossibly close against his body as his warmth seeps into your skin. “Thank you.” You always need to verbally tell him of your gratitude, knowing that sex isn’t as high on his list of needs as it is on yours. 

In the beginning you’d never wanted to feel like he was being forced into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with and had insisted that the two of you didn’t need to have sex in order to be a couple. However Luffy understood what the level of intimacy meant to you and always wanted to make you happy. He doesn’t need you to thank him for what he sees as spending time together. You both tend to just lie together in the cosy embrace for a while, talking about funny adventures the crew had before you joined or even getting to hear Luffy’s stories of when he was growing up with Ace and Sabo. Finally you only untangle yourselves from each other and get cleaned and dressed when the need for food overtake you both. 

ZORO

Zoro adores you and any moment he gets with you, he relishes. With the hectic life on the sea it means privacy can be lacking at times so when he truly gets you all to himself he makes sure to indulge himself completely. He does all he can to savour the feel of your body that he has all but memorised by this point but it’s never lost its draw. Each sweet moan and cry of pleasure he can pull from you is his reward for each moment he had to endure sharing you with the others throughout the day, especially the stupid cook that still thought he had a chance with you. Sometimes these moments cause Zoro to overindulge and it means that the aftercare that is always routine is now absolutely essentially. 

He silently lets you catch your breath, only lightly running his fingers through your hair as a way of letting you know that he’s still with you as you come down from your final high. Your body has reached its limit and he knows the telltale signs that your entire body is hypersensitive but he won’t leave your side just yet. His gaze remains tried on your face, patiently waiting for the moment that you’re coming around. Your eyes slowly crack open and fix on his face, tired but thoroughly blissed. “Stop looking so worried.” You find it cute how worried he looks and how your hoarse reassurance makes all the difference to him. “I’m fine, Zoro.”

Zoro can’t help but let out the faint breath of relief and sink down to lie beside you, finally allowing himself to look over his handiwork with a grin. “Just fine?” He teases, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, grinning to see you roll your eyes. 

“If I could lift my hand to smack you I would.” You joke, trying to test moving your heavy limbs only to wince at the dulled ache spreading through you. “I’ll just save it for tomorrow.” You muse, making the mental note to follow through on the threat once you had control of your body again. You smile at the sound of Zoo’s deep laughter from beside you and let out a small groan of relief when his fingers begin their routine work of rubbing your sore limbs, taking moments to lean down to press a soft kiss against particularly sore knots that had formed or certain bite marks he was proud of while voicing your praises and telling you just how much he adores you.

SANJI

Sanji knows how varied sex can be and how different your tastes might be depending on the day or both of your moods. Whether it’s something spontaneous or planned, quick and hot or slow and tender, he’s able to cater to it all. Whatever you need, you need only ask. To Sanji there’s no greater honour than tending to your every whim and need. Getting to hold you, touch you, kiss you is the greatest reward and he thanks any God listening every day that you picked him out of everyone else.

Regardless of the type or pace of sex, the aftermath is always the same. Sanji always asks what you need. He knows that it won’t be the same every time and he’s prepared for any request that falls from your beautiful lips. In this instance after he finishes helping you get cleaned up, you request a snack. 

Sanji can’t help but grin, loving these requests the best. Refusing to be apart from you for any longer than necessary but also refusing to let you strain your body he insists on lifting you into his arms and carries you to the kitchen uninterrupted in the quiet night. Sanji always decides to ignore your protests that you’re more than capable of walking with him. “You need to rest and save your energy, love.” He’ll alway tell you with a lovesick smile. Sanji sets you on the counter with utmost care and begins to prepare the snack you want. 

As he cooks, the two of you talk lovingly and when the food is finished, Sanji stands between your legs, offering you the bites of food that are always followed by a kiss or two, ranging from quick and soft to those that get progressively deeper, all conveying just how much he desires and loves you. 

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

💘~Let me see you~💘

Genshin men brushing your hair away from your face.

Ft. Itto, Diluc, Xiao, Tighnari

Tags: long-haired!reader, pre-relationship, huge crushes, fluff, meet cutes, a little gaslighting for flavor, flustered dorks, extremely PG here just sweet torturous pining.  Note: I'm back! If this looks familiar than it probably is. Other than a few tweaks, this is a repost from my old blog! I will be posting my old stuff and working on new things too! Enjoy!

Itto

Listen…. This man’s impulse control is ZERO. So reaching out and tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear was never a second thought.

Itto has always been a touchy person. You are no stranger to being included in elaborate handshakes, crushing hugs, palm aching high-fives, and the occasional holding of the hand while he leads you to the next bout of mischief the gang is getting into.

This touch tho….. was so much softer than you've ever thought the oni capable of. You'd question whose hands they were if not for the soft graze of Itto’s long pointed nails.

It's not weird unless you make it weird...... Please don't make it weird.

If you point out the gesture, he insists that he was just helping a homie out. Bro is DENSE, absolutely clueless that he has a big ol' crush.

Everyone in the Arataki gang was dying to know what would happen next in the newest adventure novel from Yea Publishing House. This volume of the popular story had just been released and if they weren’t quick enough it was bound to sell out! Sure, it was only going to take a couple days to restock but the spoilers were guaranteed to be all over the streets by then. Itto was at the forefront of the line, insisting the whole gang camp out early to snag one. It became evident that this is where the Oni’s foresight had ended. The rowdy bunch was standing in front of the seller when the realization had hit; you were all too broke to get copies. In an act of impulse desperation, you had the bright idea to ban together. One by one, members emptied each of their wallets of what little mora they had. You could hear the grumbles and complaints from other people waiting in line as you quickly added it all up. Shinobu would definitely scold you all if she there and not caught up in ‘cool ninja stuff’ as Itto calls it. You proudly announced it was enough for one volume.... and a couple snacks.  Overall, a complete success in Itto's book!

“Great going Y/N! We have the next volume of ‘I Stubbed My Toe And Became A Vampire Magical Girl In Another World’ AND we have enough tri-colored dango to go around! See? What did I tell ya? We keep nothing but the best here in the Arataki gang!” The oni bragged with the widest grin stretching from ear to ear. He laughed as he wrapped one beefy arm around you and punched the other triumphantly in the air. Itto’s energy was contagious and soon even you were also holding the book up and exclaiming with the others just how much the Arataki gang rules. 

Broke and happy, the ban of hoodlums cheered for their victory and gathered on the beach. You’ve learned a thing or two since joining the Arataki gang, like how to get comfortable almost anywhere. You handled getting the bonfire going as Mamoru was already poking sticks through lavender melons. The rest of the guys were off grabbing makeshift seats like stumps or big rocks. It didn’t take long since this was far from their first rodeo. Once the fire was big and healthy, Itto boisterously bestowed upon you the honor of storyteller. The boys eagerly sat around the fire to finally enjoy the fruits of their labor. You chuckled at his antics and dove right into the first pages. You barely registered how Itto diligently chose the closest seat and hung off your every word. Everyone was a great audience, ooo's and ahh's were always right on cue. 

The main character just discovered their newest magic vampire power and were heading into the heat of their latest battle when…. you froze. The words on the page stopped computing as soon as you felt a feather soft touch on your skin. Tentative fingers swept across your forehead and lingered for just a moment behind your ear. You must have been so caught up in the excitement that you didn't think to tie up your hair. It was spilling over your face while you were reading. When you glance over, you are met with Itto's complete and utter attention. His intensely crimson eyes are locked on only you, listening intently with a relaxed smile across his features. He looked at ease and entirely oblivious to the fact that he just made your heart skip a beat. 

"Boss you can flirt with Y/N later! The big fight is about to happen!" Genta complained loudly, followed by agreeing groans from the rest of the boys. 

"Pffft flirting?!?!? I was just looking out for my bud here! As a responsible leader of this crew its my responsibility to-... to make sure Y/N doesn't get hair in their mouth and choke! I just saved their life! It’s foresight like this that makes me qualified to be the head honcho around here!" Itto's ramblings got louder and more confident with each word, thoroughly doubling down on his point. The Oni stood at full height and began spewing his facts about the serious dangers of choking and the statistics of deaths by hair per year, most of which you were sure were untrue. 

"Ok! Ok boss! Sure, please can we get on with the novel?"  Akira groaned, not fooled for one second, but wanting so badly for it to end. 

You put the bumbling man out of his misery and cleared your throat loudly. Itto’s ego was stroked enough and took the hint to settle down. The man reclaimed his spot next you without a fuss, his dopey smile returned yet again. You attempted to cover your heated cheeks with your book and willed yourself to forget the tingling on your skin where Itto's touch had lingered. You shook your head up clear your thoughts enough to get comfortable once again. There were still the final chapters to get through and the show must go on!

Diluc

LET ME TELL YOU! This man has TOO MUCH impulse control.

Diluc is so well-versed in etiquette and would never carelessly reach into someone's personal space without permission. Unless it’s a FIGHT. 

Something about you makes all that etiquette go right out the window. He is doing it before he can think himself out of it. 

He would scold himself for overstepping and possibly making you uncomfortable. He apologies earnestly, ever the gentleman. 

Internally flustered, but hides it a little too well. Composure is this man's bread and butter after all. 

Is acutely aware of the fondness they have for you. He often busies himself with other matters to keep from dwelling on it too much.

To say you bit off more than you could chew would be an understatement. The sack of potatoes you bought from Springvale looked deceptively light before. In your rush to get back to Dawn Winery, you didn't even think to use a wagon or bring any help. You were sure Adelinde was going to be so disappointed at how late you were. 

As the newest maid, you were eager to prove yourself. Everyone at the manor was nice, but Master Diluc seemed particularly reserved with you. The master of the house was quite friendly at first, often sharing a few conversations with you as you cleaned around his office. You deliberated whether it was the vases of flowers you switched out in his office. Cecelias just seemed to brighten up the place more. Or maybe it was when you arranged his meals to resemble cute animals sometimes. But you only did that when you notice him having a particularly rough day! Ugh, he must think you're so unprofessional.

You let your thoughts wonder as you miserably carried your potato’s. Soon you felt your steps become sluggish and a slight tremble in your arms, signaling you couldn't go much further. The winery was still another half mile away but you had no choice. You slumped down in defeat on a near by rock. You were sure definitely going to be fired for this, how careless of you to not think ahead. Even if Diluc disliked you, you really enjoyed your time at the winery and getting to know everyone. You hung your head in shame, praying that you at least got to say goodbye to the rest of the staff before getting kicked out the manor. 

"Y/N? Are you hurt?" A hand cut through your curtain of hair that blocked your view of the approaching figure. Gingerly, the gloved hand guided the strands away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. Diluc was crouching in front of you, his intense gaze scanned your features for discomfort. 

"Master Diluc! No I'm alright! I'm so sorry I-" You quickly explained your situation and tried to stay focused while Diluc's gentle touch lingered on your skin. He seemed visibly relieved to learn you were unharmed. It was only then he noticed his encroachment. The man jerkily retracted his hand and leaned away to give you some space. The red haired man seemed alarmed for but a moment before clearing his throat to recompose himself.

"My apologies, I heard you gone alone to Springvale and had still not returned. This path can be dangerous when it gets late. I saw you crouched over and I thought.... Regardless I apologize for my boldness.” Diluc stated awkwardly. Despite his shyness, he still looked every part of a prince when he stood and offered you his hand. 

“Thank you for being concerned.” You smiled and took his hand. “I’m just lucky to have such a thoughtful master! There was no need to come all the way out here for me.” You lied through your teeth and turned to attempt to lift the sack once again. Diluc cleared his throat and visibly clammed up once more. Wordlessly, he lifted the potatoes in your arms and began walking back to the winery. You tried insisting that you could do it, but he stubbornly declined and refused to meet your gaze. It was quite endearing to see the confident master of the dawn winery made such a bashful gesture. Perhaps your boss didn’t dislike you as much as you think....

Xiao

Be nice. Dude doesn’t understand the intimacy of the gesture. Why are you suddenly acting so strange? 

Xiao was just annoyed that it was in the way. As a man of action, it was only natural to moved it. It is nothing more.

He wasn’t going to let a strand of hair keep him from looking at your face. Why is that such a big deal? Why are you red? He’s just telling you the truth.

Nah, it was you and your mortal reactions that is making him flustered. It was you staring at him with those big cute mortal eyes that’s causing this. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss)

Is either clueless or refuses to connect the dots that he likes you a lot. Its probably a mixture of both.

Working at the Wangshu Inn came with a few perks and stargazing after your shift was by far your favorite. The view, sounds, and atmosphere were wonderful. And it wasn’t just anywhere that you also get a quality companion to share it with. You had just settled in and laid the two plates of almond tofu next to you. It took but a few moments from when his name left your lips for Xiao to appear. The stoic man wordlessly walked over and took his usual seat nearby. Routine took over from there but getting to this point was akin to pulling teeth.

Xiao was annoyed when you initially took a liking to his vantage point. The adeptus could see all the surrounding hillychurl camps from the spot you insisted on sitting at for hours. He took no joy in intimidating humans, but his looming presence usually worked to deter mortals from he didn’t want them to be. Imposing aura or not, everyone has to share. You stubbornly stood your ground and stated the roof was plenty big enough for the two of you. Xiao would never resort to physically moving you, therefore was forced to relent. He remained out of sight but you sometimes caught glimpses of him when he would arrive there first. You couldn’t help the small inkling of guilt in your chest from forcing the other out of the spot. You really didn’t mind sharing. As a peace offering you began to leave small gifts behind. Sometimes they were small trinkets, some folded origami, or occasionally fruits and other snacks. When you saw your gifts still there, you would simply take it and replaced it with something else. It took nearly two months but when you returned to see your gift gone for the first time, you couldn’t help but smile the rest of the night. It became like a habit, not unlike befriending a crow. 

Learning Xiao took a liking to almond tofu was the real game changer. You made your best effort to cook the dish yourself, cutting no corners. When you left the meal box there you expected it to be like the other gifts that disappeared into the night. It was a shocking to see something in return the next day. It took only a few more days for the yaksha to finally cave and joined you. He primarily insisted that you didn’t have to keep making your offerings. You laughed when the realization hit you. You spent the last months quite literally making offerings to an adeptus, praying for forgiveness. 

Over time, the company became expected on the rooftop and the silence was comfortable. When conversation was sparked it flowed naturally and cemented an unlikely friendship. Although friendlier, Xiao could still be blunt and dismissive at times. It happened especially when he became frustrated with understanding mortal’s ever changing customs.

“You can’t just hold people’s faces like that!” You squeak, hiding your burning face in your hands. 

“I wasn’t holding your face. I was moving your hair away, its blowing everywhere. I can’t even see you when its this windy. You should be wearing it up so I can look at you while you’re talking.” Xiao responded defensively but his tense tone didn’t match the words leaving his mouth. It especially contrasted the way he had used both his hands to smooth down your hair on each side, pausing to look back into eyes. When his stare hadn't let up, you were the one to break away. Your heart was damn near about to beat out of your chest. 

“That’s something that.... lovers do! It’s embarrassing in this context.” You try to explain, noticing his frustration. Xiao’s eyes widened just a tad before avoiding eye contact altogether and crossing his arms.

“That doesn’t make sense. Just forget it happened then and keep telling your story about the inn guest.” The yaksha stated, grabbing his plate and turning away as he listened. The moon was just full enough for you to spot a small dusting of pink on Xiao’s ears. You decided to show him mercy and didn’t push it further. After all, it would probably take weeks of offerings for him to forgive you for teasing him.

Tighnari

No sweat. Doesn’t even bat an eye at the physical contact. He’s just being practical.

It doesn’t stop there. This dude will give you a whole up-do. It’s dangerous to keep your hair loose like that in the forest. He’s seen plenty of cases.

Your safety comes first and foremost. As soon as Tighnari notices it obstructed your vision he is on it. He’s surprisingly good at styling it too. Its not unlike braiding ropes and vines.

More insistent than normal on the matter. He claims it’s because you’re still relatively new to the forest. But other forest watchers may beg to differ.

He considers you a good friend, but it does confuse him when he notices these odd waves of protectiveness. It’s something he’s going to have to research further before coming to any solid conclusions. 

There is extensive in-depth training that each forest ranger must go through before being allowed to step foot outside the marked trails of the Avidya Forest. It was grueling, but totally worth it when you saw you were finally scheduled for your first real patrol! As part of training, Forest Watcher Tighnari was assigned to accompany you and show you the ropes. You meticulously poured your lesson notes and made sure you had all necessary equipment on hand. Tighnari was the best there was and there was a part of you that really wanted to impress him. He was sure to quiz you right? There is no way he would let someone into the dangerous parts of the forest without being sure that you knew your stuff right? Nerves were definitely getting the better of you.

In hindsight it was quite silly to have worried so much. Tighnari was surprisingly easy to get along with and not afraid to get straight to the task at hand. As the week went on, you eagerly accompanied him on his routes and witnessed first hand just how brilliant the forest watcher was. 

You didn’t expect how down to earth the revered Chief Forest Watcher Tighnari turned out to be. It was common for him to go off on tangents and lectures here and there, but it never felt like he was just trying to flex his knowledge or question yours. He was kind of excitable in that way, and you couldn’t help but find it quite endearing. You picked up on the quirks that indicated that was become accustomed to rangers spacing out while he talked on and on. Tighnari even seemed surprised that you had follow up questions about the topics he was just rambling on about. His ears were always a dead giveaway that he was caught off guard. Even someone without a big ol’ stupid crush would have found it cute. 

The tall fluffy ears in question may or may not have added to your carelessness on this particular hike. Perhaps it was why a tiny little branch sent you tumbling down into a ravine. Later you would be corrected that the ravine in question would more accurately be labeled a gully, though that specific fun fact was far less welcomed. 

“Y/N?!? Are you alright? Don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Tighnari called out urgently and hurried over to you. 

“I’m okay. I don’t know how well you can treat a bruised ego though...” You called back. Attempting a joke to hide how embarrassed you felt. It wasn't your smoothest move. Tighnari was there in moments to help you sit up. His nimble fingers began untangling your hair from your face so that he could to get a better look at you.

“This isn’t a time for jokes Y/N. That could have been a serious fall.” You've heard this tone before. It was usually reserved for reckless forest visitors or rangers that didn't heed his instructions and cause trouble. This was your first time being on the receiving end and to make things worse you looked a mess with twigs and dirt covering you from head to toe.

“I know. I’ll be better next time.” You replied dejected. Tighnari managed to brush your hair back to take a look, but your eyes darted anywhere else while he examined you. 

“You're lucky enough to walk out of that with just a couple minor abrasions. Just be careful alright?” Tighnari concluded, his tone softened considerably. You braved yourself to sneak a small glance up at him and he offered you a comforting smile. “Although, I do have an inkling of what caused you to misstep in the first place.” The forest watcher continued.

“And what would that be?” You asked far too quickly. The only way you were ever going to admit to ogling over your boss’ cute fluffy fox ears was over your dead body god damn it! 

“Having your hair loose at this length can prove quite hazardous while paroling. I must have overlooked it before. Here, come sit I think I have a solution.” A careful hand guided you over to a nearby log. Next you felt the small tugs and pulls of the remaining twigs being dislodged from your hair. Tighnari was gentle but efficient while he worked behind you. 

The ambiance of the forest made the silence quite enjoyable. It became so relaxing you could fall asleep if you wanted. You probably would have too, but you became hyper-aware each time Tighnari's gloved fingers brushed past your skin. After some time he announced he was done and you reached behind your head to feel what you could only describe as an intricate braid leading down your back.

“Wow! I didn’t expect.... thank you!” You said, in awe at his handwork. 

“All in a day’s work. Come on we should be heading back before dark.” Tighnari led the way back to the trail. “And uh, watch your step.” He added with a sly grin. You rolled you eyes and chuckled at the playful sass. There’s plenty interesting specimens to learn about in the Avidya Forest and you were sure you just found your favorite. 

<A/N: Thank you for anyone still here support my little writings! Replies and feedback always appreciated as I'm starting again from scratch!>

[allzelemonz]

Developing Powers: Clark Kent X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbation Summary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Clark’s pillow hits your head and you fall backwards onto his bed with a grunt. Before you can react, he’s on top of you with his hands pressing you down on your chest as he laughs in victory.

“Not fair, Kent.” You huff, struggling to reach for your pillow.

He grins, grabbing your wrist. “You started it.”

A knock prompts you both to look past the foot of Clark’s bed to the door. Pa Kent stands in the doorway, laughing lightly. “You boys are supposed to be in bed, lots of work in the morning.” He looks down at you. “And I won’t have your father thinking I ruined your work ethic, young man.”

Clark moves off of you. “Just messing around, Pa.”

“I know.” He smiles. “But I let him sleep over so you two could get to work early.”

“We’ll go to bed, sir.” You say, sitting up. “Sorry if we were being loud.”

“Just get your showers and get in bed, boys.” He turns to you. “We milk our cattle early, up by four.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

Pa Kent gives one last fatherly point before he closes the door and his footsteps creak over the floor towards his and Ma Kent’s room.

Clark tosses you a towel, hitting you square in the head as he giggles. “You can go first.”

You stand, giving his shoulder a light shove as you grab your backpack and disappear into the hall. Clark giggles to himself, just happy Pa agreed to let you stay the night to help with farmwork over the weekend. He flips through his homework packet, trying to find the energy to actually read the questions. He doesn’t. It’s Friday, his best friend is staying over, math homework can wait. He tosses the packet onto his desk, writing a note to do it on Sunday. With any luck, his developing super-speed applies to his math processing too.

When Clark looks up, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He can see you. His x-ray vision has slipped before and he’s been practicing his control on it, but it’s never caused him to glance up and see his best friend naked. Not just naked either, naked with water dripping over your skin and absolutely no limbs obstructing his view of your hanging dick.

Clark’s face turns bright red and he slaps his hands over his eyes. His skin has turned hot and his heart is beating a mile a minute. Sure, he’s been in a locker room with you and you’ve used urinals around each other but he’s never got such a full frontal in his life, there’s always been a wall or arm or folding pants in the way. Clark takes deep breaths, trying not to think, but when he looks back in the direction his eyes peer through without control. His breath hitches, he nearly chokes, watching your hands run over your dick. It's just scrubbing, just washing, but Clark’s mind wanders to images of you alone in your bedroom and he has to bury his face into the pillows of his bed to get his head back.

He’s sweating, face hidden in his pillow as he tries to breathe. He shouldn’t think about his best friend like that, he shouldn’t even be able to see you through the stupid walls. When Clark catches his breath and shifts to sit up, he freezes. The cotton of his boxers rubbing with the rough denim of his jeans, all making sparks of sensitivity shoot down to his toes by shifting against his now hard dick. Clark wants to scream. He just got hard at the mere thought and sight of his best friend touching himself.

The water shuts off and Clark scrambles to grab his stuff, holding it in front of himself as you walk out. His heart skips as you do, your hair still a bit wet and the pajamas clinging to your body from only just being put on.

You stop, looking at him strangely. “Uh, you okay?”

Clark nods, trying to hide his flushed face. “Mhm, yeah, just really need the shower.”

He rushes past you, disappearing into the hall. He closes the bathroom door behind him, breathing heavily as he tries to clear his head again. When the thoughts remain, Clark turns the water on cold and closes his eyes. The water washes over him, helping his erection die down in the icey temperature.

[yuri-is-online]

hi, i'm not the same anon but i would like to hear more about the fyuuture kid au 👉👈 especially about riddle!!

hello new friend, you picked someone who is having a real bad time in this au (ﾟωﾟ；)

I am going to give some general information about Yutu and then move on to some Riddle specific stuff.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, general au explanation can be found here, and the posts can be found on my masterlist under the series section.

General Yutu Facts

"Yutu" is supposed to be a fake name fyuuture kid is using to help hide his identity, but I am open to suggestions on that. Originally he didn't remember his name and Crowley picked it out for him, but I like the idea of "Yuu two" being a nickname he had in both your world and Twisted Wonderland and picked as his alias to honor his parent. Yutu really admires Yuu, he has nothing but empathy for your situation and respect for your strength, and while he certainly fought with you from time to time (some Yutus more than others) he wants to be like you.

That desire was very much cemented when he heard about how you won against the overblot phantoms. Yutu's unique magic changes depending on who his dad is, but all Yutus have extensive experience in combat magic and have fought a lot of monsters. Including overblot phantoms, same as you. His fights didn't go as well though... he's extremely afraid of the Great Seven's phantoms and has regular nightmares about them.

Back to the names... I didn't have names picked out for every version of Yutu, but Riddle does happen to have been one of them. His real name was supposed to be March, yes like the march hare but if I'm honest I was more thinking about the saying "in like a lion out a lamb" because I thought that described Riddle's temper pretty well.

The other ones I picked out I still like are Merrin (I swear I found it on a list of mountain themed names??? But it means sea born or pearl of the sea), Laurie (yes like little women, his unique magic was supposed to something to do with painting), and Roland (I have an unironic love for French peerage ok please do not judge me).

Some of the Yutus were meant to have older siblings who stayed behind in Twisted Wonderland (Riddle! Yutu wasn't one of them), but that was very much an idea I didn't develop extensively since it was more left over from Fire Emblem Awakening. I wanted there to be a Lucina type older sibling character who was very protective of Yutu and wanting a future where he gets to stay in Twisted Wonderland and they get to be a happy family. But again I didn't cook this idea extensively so idk how to feel about keeping it as a part of the ayuu.

Anyway on to the Riddle specific stuff ¬‿¬

So that bit about Yutu's real name coming from a description from Riddle's temper: I like to leave what Yutu looks like up to the reader, but Riddle! Yutu if nothing else took two things from his father, his (lack of) height and his temper. His facial expressions when pouting and angry are eerily similar, and they both have a strong affinity for fire. Riddle! Yutu is a lot like Riddle Tsum now that I think about it? Very high energy and likes to jump around all over the place, but determined to be at least somewhat dignified.

Since traveling back in time Yutu has been "studying" with Grim to try and get his flames hot enough to burn blue to flex on his dad and to bond with the monster. He usually just ends up watching him though, the mental image he had of Grim vs what the little guy is actually like is really wild.

Back to the temper, unlike Riddle Yutu wasn't home schooled so he got into a lot of trouble for losing it on other students. He had a chip on his shoulder about not having a dad, having a parent with amnesia, and especially about being short oh god he is so spiteful about that. He got sent to detention a lot, and shamefully it made him fight with Yuu a lot too. Not that he hates Yuu, he was just very emotional and not always the easiest to deal with. His last few interactions with Yuu before they died were very strained, and he is filled with remorse for a bunch of stupid things he said.

When he gets to the point where he has to admit to Yuu who he is there is going to be a lot of crying and begging for forgiveness. He was a stupid, angry kid who just wanted to know who he was and didn't feel like he belonged lashing out at the one person who he knew wanting nothing but the best for him. He doesn't really feel the need to ask for forgiveness from his dad (yet)... by the time Yutu was isekaid into Twisted Wonderland Riddle had been corrupted by his overblot phantom and was wrecking the Queendom of Roses so he never really met the real Riddle until he traveled back in time.

He also got compared to Riddle a lot, Yutu isn't stupid by any means but because of all that time spent in detention he is a bit behind on the fundamentals. Not to mention all Riddle has done up to this point is practice magic and Yutu only just found out it was real so of course there was going to be a skill gap! But still, he's Riddle's son and Riddle was a very memorable student for Crewel, so Yutu was guaranteed to hear some comparisons. It didn't help the daddy issues though...

Speaking of Yutu's time at NRC, he did get placed into Heartslabyul by the Dark Mirror and he does know all 810 rules of the Queen's rules. He's not as obsessed with them as Riddle is but he still knows what he's supposed to do and tries to be on his best behavior. He was not interested in being dorm leader and wanted to instead focus on the things Yuu always encouraged him to do, like controlling his temper and getting good grades.

I sort of like the idea of his unique magic being the ability to grow/shrink because in the book Rule 42 of the Queen of Hearts says “All persons more than a mile high to leave the court" and I like the idea of him trying to use his spell to get out of arguments with his dad.

Riddle has no idea that Yutu hates him... at first. This is partially because Yutu is usually very polite to him and partially because he is utterly unaware of how much people are afraid of him in general, but he starts to pick up on it when he tries to interact with Yuu. He wants to have a private tea party with just Yuu? Well Yutu immediately starts acting like this is somehow scandalous and calls him out on his feelings in front of the prefect and he wants to lose it so badly- Yuu agrees anyway and Riddle immediately gets unreasonably smug while Yutu pouts. Take that sucker! He's going to study with the prefect all alone and since it's Riddle you know you really are just going to study.

I don't think Riddle really considers Yutu a rival for Yuu's romantic attention, partially because he isn't fully aware of what it is he feels for Yuu, but even if he was. Riddle knows that Yuu sees Yutu as someone under their care similar to Grim, they actually talk to him about it quite a bit and he has no issue with that. He is actually sort of grateful for Yutu's existence since it has given him an excuse to talk to Yuu more and let them know how he respects them.

Yutu's academic struggles are something that actually bring him closer to Riddle ironically enough. Riddle has created study guides for Yuu and Grim before, he has no problem doing that for Yutu and inviting himself over to give instructions.

"Did you not get a lot of help from your parents?" Riddle sounds nervous, and he should it's an invasive question to ask. Yutu wants to be angry, but when he looks at Riddle, he just feels sad. "Not that it is any of my business really but well. I just noticed you never really talk about them, even to Yuu."

"My dad wasn't really around." He forces himself to look at Riddle when he says it, but it doesn't make him feel any better. If anything it makes Yutu feel worse, he knows about as much about Riddle as Riddle knows about him now that he's forced to look at him. "And my other parent... they tried really hard. But I wasn't always willing to accept it."

"I can't say I understand what that would be like." Riddle looks like he is trying to and that should be what he wants, right? "My mother home schooled me so it's hard for me to understand that someone's parents wouldn't be a constant figure in their schooling."

"You were home schooled?"

Yutu didn't know anything about his grandmother, it didn't even really occur to him that he had one and once he learns about her... well it certainly makes things make a lot more sense. He doesn't want to meet her, but he is curious about what she thought about his parent. What would she think about him? Does he even want to know?

My last concrete thought is that Yutu doesn't really get the whole horse girl thing. He is sort of afraid of horses actually, but I can see him maybe wanting to ride with Riddle once their relationship gets a bit better just to do something with him.

I like the idea of Riddle! Yutu being very into baseball for some reason and there's no way he's going to convince his dad to do that with him ha. Well not in this timeline anyway, I can see good timeline Riddle doing a bunch of research on baseball so he can talk to his kid about it. And showing up to all his matches to scream in support of his kid instead of at the coaches. He is breaking the cycle we love to see it.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

tess’s guide to writing kiss scenes (featuring itafushi)

this is for @sunnyyflowerrs and @kat-likes-writing btw

bye so i am not that good at writing these idk why i’ve been asked to make this.  i read other people’s stuff and their kiss scenes and i’m like hnnnghghfhsnksj GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!!! but alas… i shall deliver what the people want.

before we get into the step-by-steps of writing a kiss scene, i want to go over the general things i try to highlight in a scene that helps me when i write them. there’s the general way that kiss scenes go–build/tension, the kiss, post-kiss. wow, what a shocker, right? but overall, when i am writing a kiss scene, i like to highlight the feelings, the movements, and the energy. feelings being what the characters are feeling of course, movements being what they are doing, and energy being the overall charge in the scene. what is the context? is this a happy kiss? is it desperate? is it fast? is it soft? is it intimate? is it sexual? once you establish the tone of the scene, you are able to start building it.

let’s go.

1. the build up

as you get into building a kiss scene, there’s a lot of high tensions and emotions happening. a kiss is a very intimate form of contact and when you have two characters who are going to kiss, you need to set it up in a way that feels natural.

let’s take a desperate kiss for example. let’s say in this situation, megumi and yuuji both nearly died, and megumi was especially hurt (there will be light angst prob, sorry):

Yuuji stumbled towards the boy on the ground. Fushiguro was lying on his side, back towards him, breaths short and ragged. Guilt rippled through Yuuji the way a stone ripples through still water, jagged as it washed over him. “Fushiguro?” he asked. He could hear how pathetic his voice sounded, small and hesitant as he waited for an inevitable answer. Please answer. Yuuji dropped to his knees, feeling the pain of the fight finally settle in. The adrenaline was wearing off now, everything ached and he had cuts all over. He was sure he looked like hell and he could feel the blood caked on his face slowly dry and crust over. But nothing mattered because Fushiguro was right there. He could be bleeding—he probably still was—he could be missing an arm, he could he dying. It didn’t matter. Everything was shut out, locked away from his mind. Everything other than the body in front of him, chest rapidly rising and fall. He saw a small a shift and instinctively Yuuji reached out towards Fushiguro, only stopping not even an inch away from his shoulder. His hand was left hovering over him, scared to touch him, scared to cross that line. He wasn’t sure he could stop himself if he did.

in what i’m writing, i’m trying to show yuuji’s specific focus on megumi. this is a desperate kiss scene, so what i am trying to go for is this sense of i nearly lost you, so nothing matters other than the fact that you are right here with me.

notice that for this, i have feelings, movements, and energy.

feelings. yuuji is WORRIED, poor guy, all he can think about is whether or not meg is okay. i’m highlighting yuuji’s own pain and injuries, and immediately tossing them aside. yuuji does not care if he is hurting, all that matters right now is if megumi is okay.

movements. yuuji is placing himself near megumi, he reaches out for him, but he stops himself. this creates ~tension~ which makes for a juicy kiss scene. having some sort of tension also helps the build as emotions are rising. even in less /dire/ kiss scene builds, there may be some sort of tension going on. maybe they are both shy, maybe one of them isn’t sure the other likes them back, maybe they’re just plain nervous.

energy. this is the charge of the scene and mainly relies on surrounding context. this may be a bit easier to write based on how the scene is going. for this kiss, what is the overall tone of this that you’re going for? is this romantic? is it comforting? it’s important to have that extra layer so the reader has a better understanding of both characters’ emotions and motives as they reach the kiss.

2. the kiss

the kiss itself is the climax of the scene, everything is leading and converging to this very moment (no pressure right?). when writing a kiss, the feelings, movements, and energy are all VERY IMPORTANT because this is what the readers are reaching for when the scene starts.

let’s have a slow/soft kiss now. for this one, megumi and yuuji have been ~in love~ but they haven’t kissed and this is their first one. the build for this type of scene would focus a lot on the jitteriness in the characters. write in things such as trembling hands, increased heart rates, LOTS of blushing. aight, time to make these boys kiss, you get build and a kiss now:

Itadori was looking at Megumi. His cheeks were tinted a soft rosy color, and Megumi adored the way his eyes shone, despite his overall fidgety demeanor. He was usually so confident and easygoing, why was he so nervous now? Megumi wasn’t really in the position to ask questions, he could feel the heat rising to his face as Itadori looked at him. he smiled and Megumi could have melted right there. His eyes were so warm, his smile was so warm, Itadori was so warm. Megumi could feel his pulse quicken and he felt like his head was spinning in circles. But it was impossible to miss the way Itadori’s eyes flickered down, away from his eyes, a bit lower on his face. Megumi swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Megumi,” Itadori said, stepping closer. Megumi’s face was surely as pink as the hair of the boy in front of him. he nervously fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do as the ever-increasing warmth that was Itadori stepped even closer. Megumi searched his eyes as he took one more final step forward. Itadori stopped for a moment, gauging a reaction, as if he was making sure this was okay. Megumi could feel his breath, their faces just inches apart.   It was like time slowed. Itadori shifted, his hand coming up to Megumi’s face, as if Megumi wouldn’t want anything more than what was about to happen. He felt warm calloused hands lightly brush his cheek and Megumi jumped slightly at the contact. Itadori was already starting to lean in when he stopped at the sudden movement, worried that Megumi was going to rebuff him. Megumi reached up with his own hand, grasping Itadori’s arm and holding him in place. their eyes met. They stood like that for what felt hours and seconds all the same before Megumi started to lean in too, eyes half-lidded as they fluttered from Itadori’s gaze to his lips. Their breaths mixed and Megumi just knew that Itadori could feel his racing pulse beneath his fingers. It didn’t matter. With one final resolve, they both moved in. It was like everything in the world stopped. A burst of warmth spread from Megumi’s chest throughout his body, enveloping him as he sighed into the kiss. Itadori’s lips were soft. Megumi could feel a light tremble that was probably, definitely from the nerves, and he was certain that he was probably, definitely trembling too. Itadori’s hand on his cheek moved a bit lower, fingers ghosting the nape of Megumi’s neck. They tangled in his hair while the pad of his thumb rubbed softly behind his ear. Instinctively, Megumi’s grip on Itadori’s arm tightened. As a result, Itadori pressed himself into Megumi further, other hand snaking around to his back and pulling him against his chest. And god, Megumi wanted to melt. They broke apart, only for a moment, before Itadori moved back in and resumed the kiss. Megumi could feel his mouth part slowly and Itadori responded in kind. Both of them moved with gentle, subtle motions, taking in small breaths in between. Megumi shifted his head, tilting slightly to the right, allowing Itadori to deepen the kiss further. They kept the pace slow, their kisses light. Megumi’s heart was racing a million miles a minute and his mind was overflowed with only thoughts of Itadori—the tenderness in his touch, as if Megumi was the most precious thing in the world to him.

ayyyyyy look at that kiss!! once again, we got the big three.

feelings. for this scene, it was important to show that megumi is nervous (capital n), but he WANTS this. he wants yuuji to kiss him and he wants to kiss yuuji. when they finally do kiss, there’s this overwhelming feeling where all of his anxieties finally calm. notice how i focus a lot on megumi’s feelings to convey the importance of this kiss for them. i also highlight yuuji’s nervousness in meg’s perception through his actions. the constant glancing at his lips and the way he moves in slowly to kiss him help show that yuuji is just as nervous as meg is.

movements. a lot of people thing that writing kiss scenes are awkward and i can see how they would be. you don’t want to focus TOO MUCH on what they’re doing, unless you’re writing more explicit content. in this snippet, i have brief descriptions of their actions, but a lot of movements are also focused outside of what their mouths are doing. yuuji brings his hand from megumi’s cheek to his neck, his other hand comes his back and pulls him closer. but you don’t want to focus too much away the kiss. i bring it back to that by writing how megumi is the one who deepens the kiss, parting his mouth and allowing yuuji to take over.

energy. this kiss scene is meant to be soft and tender. notice how i sort of drag it out bc the boys are supposed to be a lil nervy. i convey the energy by using descriptors of their subconscious actions, bc the body is also reacting to the kiss. heart rates are increased, they’re looking at each other’s lips, they’re lips are trembling. but i also have the feelings and movements be really soft and slow. they don’t crash together, they slowly gravitate towards each other.

3. post-kiss

this part is probably the easiest to write. both characters are coming down from their high and there’s a swirl of emotions that starts to die down. usually nerves dwindle as both characters soften. depending on the situation, you can have them soften into each other, or perhaps they pull apart in regret.

bc i’m cruel, let’s do both! sorry in advance…

Fushiguro was kissing him. It should have been the best thing in the world. It was the best thing in the world, but all Yuuji could focus on wasn’t the heat from his body, the grip on his shoulders, or the soft press of Fushiguro’s lips against his own. All Yuuji could think about was the endless list of lives that he had taken. The people that he should have saved, that he could have saved if he had just died. Fushiguro was kissing him, and he didn’t deserve it. But couldn’t he be selfish? Just this once, could he take what he had always wanted? Fushiguro had asked to be saved, he had asked for Yuuji’s support. Yuuji wanted nothing more than to give that to him. He wanted to give it all to him. And so he did. Yuuji stepped closer, grabbing Fushiguro’s collar and pulling him further in. He could feel a small gasp before he swallowed it with a kiss. Fushiguro was kissing him, how could he not kiss him back? The feeling of Fushiguro’s hand carding through his hair stopped everything. His touch was gentle as he tangled his fingers through Yuuji’s hair. There was a certain tenderness in the way that he moved. No. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be touched, kissed, loved as if he were a good person. Not after everything he did. Not after everyone he killed. And he especially didn’t deserve it from someone like Fushiguro. No, Fushiguro deserved so much more. Yuuji deserved nothing. So he pulled back, his grip on the collar loosening. Yuuji had to force his hands down at his sides as he took a step back. He was still quick to notice the way Fushiguro followed him, only briefly, before he pulled back with a certain look on his face. The kind of look that Yuuji hoped to never see again. “I’m… sorry,” Yuuji said. Fushiguro stiffened and his gaze fell. “No,” he said, face dark as he turned away from Yuuji. Suddenly, everything was so much colder. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have k– I shouldn’t have done that.” It wasn’t you. It’s not you. It’ll never be you. I’m a monster, I’m a murder, I don’t deserve you. You could have so much more, so much better than me. A million thoughts raced through Yuuji’s mind—so many things that he wanted to say to assure Fushiguro that he didn’t pull away because he wanted to. “We should probably get some rest,” was what he said instead, “before we go to the third years.” “Right,” Fushiguro replied. “It’ll be a long day, I’m sure.”

eeek sorry, chooms. i’m just trying to provide ~variety~ here in my kiss scenes. whipping these up on the spot means i just sorta write whatever comes to my brain. this kiss meant to be angstier. it’s bleaker. yuuji’s thoughts are dark and self-depreciating. he kisses meg back, but he immediately feels bad about it because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. this translates to his movements, with him gripping the collar in desperation, but immediately pulling back and restraining his himself at the end of it. as for the energy, notice how in this kiss and post-kiss how there’s an overall darkness in the tone. there is less focus on the kiss itself and what they are doing and more so in the dark thoughts plaguing yuuji’s mind. this adds to the post-kiss, as it sets up his regret in kissing meg in the first place.

Let’s do another one:

Megumi rushed in, crashing his lips against Itadori’s as the grip on his arm tightened. Fuck Sukuna, fuck the higher ups, fuck everything else in the world. They were crazy for thinking the world could ever just be free of Itadori Yuuji. Megumi wouldn’t allow it. Not when he was right there in front of him, real, and alive. Megumi could feel Itadori stiffen in hesitation for a moment before he was met back with the same fervor, the same desperation Megumi had kissed him with. All of the noise of the outside world, all of the noise in his head silenced immediately at the feeling of Itadori’s lips moving against his. His hand was quick to make its way to Megumi’s face, caressing his cheek with a gentleness that he was definitely not kissing him with. Megumi didn’t care about that, though, so he tilted his head and let his arms fall around Itadori’s waist and pulled him flush against himself. A small gasp escaped from Itadori before it was immediately swallowed by the kiss. Megumi drank him in like he was dehydrated and Itadori’s lips were a cold glass of water. They could have stayed that way for forever. Allowing their pace to slow, Megumi’s grip on Itadori loosened. They morphed into a kiss that more loving and intimate. It was as if the rush of emotions slowly recessed back into the ocean of Megumi’s mind—not repressed but rather settled into something a bit softer. When they parted, Megumi held Itadori close and rested his forehead against the other boy’s. He was smiling. That same goofy, stupid smile that he smiled when he was about to watch a movie with Megumi, or when Megumi summoned his Divine Dog, or when he was cooking with Megumi. The smile that Itadori reserved only for him. “Hi there,” he said. Megumi gave a small smile in return. “Hi.” He could tell his heart was racing, he was probably blushing too, but all he could think about was that he kissed Itadori. Even crazier, Itadori kissed him back. Megumi couldn’t help the small chuckle the escaped his lips before it was too late and Itadori was giving him a small nudge. “Are you thinking about me?” Itadori teased. “Shut up,” he said with no real annoyance. “Fine.” And suddenly, Itadori was kissing him again.

For this post-kiss, we have them softening to each other. The kiss was a big boiling point of emotions as megumi kissed yuuji, then after the kiss, they part and it’s a sweet, loving moment between the two of them. we have megumi’s feelings being read about yuuji, we have his movements in resting their foreheads together, and we have the energy shift from a passionate kiss to an intimate moment.

overall

i mean that’s basically it! i didn’t plan on it, but i wrote four kiss scenes (well, three kisses and one build to a kiss) and broke down my little formula for each one. i hope that this provides some enlightenment in how to write a kiss scene and i hope my ramblings make sense here. i was always of the belief that kiss scenes were super hard to write, but after writing one for IYTFPTGFMTFILWH, it just sorta all clicked for me. i hope that this guide helps it click for you too, fellow author.

if anything, i hope you enjoyed the itafushi kisses. happy itafushi friday.

[chainoftalent]

Hmm~ I like yandere Kaede, and I love pregame kaede headcanons a bunch. So can I get yandere Pregame Kaede headcanons

I was listening to some yandere stuff and was like "hm i should probably actually do something"

Yandere Pregame Kaede Headcanons

Alright as usual, my pregame's have a very similar name to canon, but slightly different to differentiate themselves, Pregame Kaede shall be referred to as Kaene

Kaene is a very apathetic kind of person, likely longform undiagnosed depression. So she's very invested in anything that gets her to feel emotions, usually horniness or adrenaline. Your description says you're an adult so I get to go into both, yay! Though above cut will be as usual, maxes at PG-16.

Kaene has no faith in humanity, as we all know, but as such she finds no such desires to apply herself to anything that doesn't bring her the pleasure or emotion she craves. She's too apathetic to be like, openly an asshole or dress really attention grabbing, so on the outside she just looks like kinda bored, but sweet.

However, she won't hesitate to break that vision if she gets a chance to do something risky, like take a photo of something she shouldn't. She's not actively a bully per-say, but she will take an unflattering photo of someone for the thrill of trying to not get caught, not that she'd ever really do anything with it.

There is one secret she keeps though, and that's that she loves sweet cute optimistic kind of characters and people. She thinks its adorable and also kinda admirable that they keep being so kind despite it all. Someone who even in this horrible terribly boring world, they have the power to still be happy and kind and care about people? She loves it. She denies it though, because if she ever faced that she'd have to face the fact she's not happy how she is, and that she secretly wants to be like that.

Very much the kind of person who has Makoto as their favorite character but outwardly talks about how like, someone edgier like Mukuro or Genocider is their favorite.

So if you've got her attention, you're almost certainly a kind person, someone she watches helping people, or even helping her. Someone who radiates that kind of kind "i love the world despite it's flaws" energy. Who is also someone she is attracted too. She has very little experience with a genuine crush, normally just having fleeting sexual interest no strings attached kind of vibes.

So she channels her desire for more of that emotion, and a desire for risk taking behavior into that person! Taking pictures of them secretly, both loving that they get a picture of this person but also how their heart pounds at the thought they might get caught for it. Going for riskier and riskier plays, going from just taking a picture of seeing you randomly in the mall, to taking pictures of you at your house as she needs more and more of that thrill of the potential of being caught.

Really she doesn't even feel super big into the act of taking and having pictures like other yandere's, she's just into how risky it is. She's not going to print them out or plaster a wall with photo's or anything, its just quick to whip out your phone and take a picture. She's going to be doing a lot of other things too, she is going to read diaries, she's going to go bother you on social media, she's gossiping, she's recording you on the phone with someone. Anything as long as it gets her heart pumping harder.

She knows this is wrong, but she's too hopped up on feeling something and adrenaline to really care. Her thoughts get darker and more twisted as she tries to keep going after that high, loving it almost as much as she loves her angel. Finding new ways to risk getting caught, more daring, more dangerous, why just pictures? why not a recording? bugging? Why not steal something! Why not steal something big! She's building a shrine, mostly because she doesn't really...know what else to do with this toothbrush she stole on a whim? Kaene's really not thinking this through.

She's also somewhat protective, not like "someone looked at you so I killed them" levels, but if she thinks someone is being too mean or risking ruining the traits she likes, she is going to step in and cause a scene. She doesn't want what she sees as their naivety to be tarnished, it's important to her. Not super possessive either, Kaene will keep a firm grip yes, but she doesn't care if her angel talks to other people as long as she's got an eye on it and no one's tainting them. She's very casual even as a yandere, type of yandere to make you have a leash, but then go hang out with you at the mall instead of hanging around her house. Her natural apathy makes it harder for her to display more intense behaviors.

It might escalate to a kidnapping eventually, but honestly I feel like she's gonna get caught before it gets to that fact, so it would really depend on how that goes.

Like I said earlier, my girl Kaene is HORNY, she has a rather high libido and sexual thrill gives her a lot of the emotions and feelings she craves. Her definition of a good time is a girl on her lap, wrists tied, squirming. Heavy mean dom energies with her, also kinda shit at aftercare though I will say she at least tries she just struggles with being someone who can do that kind of care.

This will also fixate on her obsession, she's taking panty shots, she's watching them change, she's wolf whistling at them in public, she wants them so bad. Very high chance she'll straight up approach and strongly come on to them. She has no shame, why hide it when she can pin them on a wall and ask how they feel about getting a bit lucky tonight? Even before she tries to get an actual relationship, she's very open about wanting them carnally, trying to get them into one night stands or a friends with benefits situation.

She is not shy at all, she will cop a feel if she thinks she can get away with it, pull you over and press a kiss to their cheek and leave a clear lipstick mark and laugh as they get all surprised even if they've never even interacted once. She is actively staring at their tits or curves as they talk to her. She wants them in her lap making pretty and fun little noises and sounds SO BAD.

Honestly would totally try and pull them into a threesome, her not being shy extends to being like "hey it would be hot if i had them in my lap as they whine while i watch someone else pretty puts their head between my pretty angel's thighs." She is surprisingly brazen and open, as long as she's still the one in charge of a scene and it's going how she likes, she has no problems inviting more people into bed with them. She won't let go, and she won't want to share more long term, but she's not possessive enough to not think about how many fun positions she could do with an extra person assisting.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hmmm… you know what a circus needs? A lion reader! Pretty golden like fur and piercing blue eyes. And a strong silent type. Like the tadc casts very own bodyguard. Reader steps in between the gang and danger without hesitation even allows them to ride on their back for a quick getaway or they pick them up bridal style. They will purr and bump their head against others if they need comfort. And make themselves into a cat loaf when sleeping. Can it be reader x and the characters you think would get along with them best?

Various TADC characters x lion!reader

OOOOUGH my stomach hurts as I write this opening

Characters: caine, pomni, jax

Notes: reader is gn, personality matches your general lion character- brave and strong but also has cat character traits.. quiet and reserved, short post

CWs: none

CAINE

expect him to ask you to do some tricks and stunts for him every now and then! not that you NEED to do them, hes just amused that of all the things you couldve been when you entered the circus... your digital body happened to become a lion... and come on... its perfect... so pretty please launch yourself out of a canon through a ring of fire please please please hes fluttering his eyes at you and ooooooh how could you say no to that look and-

calls you kitty/good kitty but unlike jax hes being genuine when he calls you that. will gently pat your head and ruffle your fur as he calls you the nickname, looks like hes about to die when you purr under his touch

no need to carry him when hes never in danger in the first place... though he sometimes picks you up by the scruff and carries you around as if you weigh nothing to him

POMNI

she... sometimes runs her fingers through your fur when shes feeling a little on edge after a high energy day. your fur is nice and soft, and the vibrations of your purrs add another level of soothing comfort to help reel her back in and relax

it takes her a while to get used to your presence- of course she knows youre a person but you quite literally look like a big fierce cat... takes at least a few times of you picking her up for her to get used to you carrying her to safety in the face of danger

kind of scrunches her face instinctively when you lightly bump your head against hers- not out of pain but kind of... to keep your fur and stuff out of her face

JAX

jokingly calls you kitty, is vaguely disappointed that you dont really give much of an outward reaction to it... rest assured he will try to find a way to break your quiet and reserved demeanor, just give him time

does NOT like being picked up, he can run away from danger on his own, thank you very much! will try to pry himself from your clutches whenever you try... though... hes not totally turned off by the idea of you lingering over his shoulder and giving someone the look when they try to get at him for being an ass... sure you only do it to NPCs but it gives him a sense of power... makes him bolder... look at what youve done... make sure he gets his comeuppance at least once to humble him

will not be happy about that, though... will complain about it for a while to show that

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ethan morgan with a short reader hc???? (gn or fem pls!)

Ethan Morgan With a Short Reader Headcanons

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I think Ethan would love having a short s/o

He’s the shortest guy in the group 

I headcanon somewhere ranging from 5’6 to 5’8

Yea that feels right

But anyway, both of you being short makes you fit together so well

You were used to the boys towering over you all the time. Rory may have been just a few inches taller than you, but his tendency to float or fly made him seem larger. And Benny had always been a lanky giant.

But Ethan was the perfect height, at least in your opinion. He was the shortest boy in the group but was still a few inches taller than you, which you liked. You didn’t have to crane your neck to look at him, and he never had to bend down to hug or kiss you.

“Aw, you guys are like little dolls or something.” Benny teased as you and Ethan met with the group, hand in hand.

You looked at each other, both confused and slightly amused. “We’re not that small, Benny.”

“I don’t know.” Rory egged on. “I think Debbie Dazzle was bigger than you guys.” The blonde sighed, starting to look reminiscent. “I miss Debbie Dazzle.”

Everyone stared at Rory, but you were the one to speak. “You miss the doll that was brought to life, and then tried to suck out all of our energy and turn us into dolls so she could stay alive?”

“What can I say? I like complicated women.”

Sharing clothes with Ethan works out well

Bc even tho he’s scrawny, most of his clothes seem pretty loose

But half the time, his shirts are a bit long, so since you’d be shorter than him, you might still drown in his clothes a bit

Still comfy tho

“Damn.” You muttered, going through your backpack before looking up at Ethan. “I think I forgot my pajamas.”

“Wanna borrow some of my stuff?” He asked, already moving towards his closet. You nodded, and soon, your boyfriend tossed you a shirt and some basketball shorts before leaving his room to let you get changed.

After changing and setting your old clothes by your bag, you looked into the mirror by Ethan’s bed and laughed. You were somewhat drowning in the fabric of his shirt, and his shorts ended at your knees. As you bounded down the stairs to the living room, you wondered how you’d look if Ethan was as tall as Rory or Benny.

Hearing your nearing footsteps, Ethan looked away from the TV and grinned at the sight of you. Even though you’ve worn his clothes before, a blush always appeared on his cheeks. “Comfy?”

“Very.” You responded before settling down next to him on the couch and accepting the remote that he was handing to you.

You know how sometimes with short reader headcanons, the character reaches for stuff on high shelves for the reader?

Or purposefully puts stuff up there?

Ethan kind of does that.. But since he’s only a few inches taller than you, his help isn’t very effective sometimes

Ethan kept waving his hand around and lifting onto his toes, trying to reach the top shelf of a bookcase. You and your friends were at a mall, and you practically dragged your boyfriend to the bookstore to grab some books for your TBR list. You found a book that you’d been wanting for ages, but it was on the highest shelf.

You had already attempted to grab it a few times, and now it was Ethan’s turn. 

“Babe, should we just go get someone?” You asked, watching him struggle.

“No, I’m almost there.” He said adamantly, but you both knew he wasn’t.

Suddenly, there was someone laughing behind you. You and Ethan turned around to see an amused Benny.

“Need help?” He asked before sipping the smoothie he had gotten from the food court.

“Shut up.”

“Yes, please.”

Benny walked up to stand between you and Ethan. He raised his hand, grabbing the book you were after with extreme ease and handing it to you. “By the way, we’re gonna go to Applebee’s for lunch in, like, an hour.” Then he walked away, presumably to the comic section. 

Happy that you now had the book you wanted, you took Ethan’s hand and walked through other sections. 

“I almost had it,” Ethan grumbled, but you both knew better.

“I know, baby.”

[ayabeanworks]

Title: Reach for your Hand

Synopsis: When you started attending Jujutsu High, you realised Shoko was the biggest flirt of the three, and you wondered how you became closest to her before the others.

Character: Ieiri Shoko x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Pure fluff, little bit of angst.

Ieiri Shoko was a nonchalant person - she didn't express much, but she was steady, strong and kind. That was your first impression of her, anyway. She healed you up and patched together your injured leg after you were delivered to her by Geto & Gojo, both of whom saved you from the curse haunting you.

She only asked the most basic of questions, and Yaga, who had come after hearing his students, did most of the talking in the infirmary about what was going to happen to you now that you were safe and your curse exorcised.

While he talked, you couldn't help but watch as Shoko did her thing, seeing her use cursed energy on you to revert any other injuries. It was amazing, and you wanted to know if you could do that one day too.

But, you also had no idea what the hell all this jujutsu stuff was, and there was a steep learning curve to catch up to all your peers. Even though your immediate peers and you were first years at the moment, it was amazing to you that they were already being 'adults' and were far more individual and independent than their non-jujutsu sorcerer counterparts.

To start off with, Yaga had asked you if you wanted to be a jujutsu sorcerer as there seemed to be an affinity with cursed energy and curses from you. That was when you asked if you would be able to learn what Shoko was doing, sparkles in your eyes as you looked between the teacher and your healer.

Yaga would continue on to explain that your cursed energy channels were blocked, and that if you didn't want a similar occurance happening to you that allowed Geto & Gojo to save you, you would want to control and begin to manipulate it, so you can get rid of curses in your own right.

It was then that it was decided that you would change schools and become a jujutsu sorcerer.

The only problem to start, was that your cursed energy output was blocked, and it would be incredibly hard to be a jujutsu sorcerer if it continued to be blocked.

So, you were scheduled for frequent visits to Shoko or other jujutsu related medical staff to control and monitor your condition.

"You have a high capacity for cursed energy, it seems." Were the words Shoko spoke to you after examining you for the upteenth time.

With the current treatment plan and training conducted everyday, you were slowly able to use your cursed energy and manipulate it with hardship, but the support around you was impeccable, except for the occasional comment from Gojo who deemed you 'weak' and teased you about not being able to properly become a jujutsu sorcerer.

When you got into a fight with Gojo and he allowed you to hit him, it was like a lightbulb moment went off in Shoko's brain, and she was amazed at how her two friends were able to get along (or not?) like so (of course she healed him afterwards as a reward for allowing her to see this happen). This was when she realised her teasing Geto about his sadistic streak towards you, was becoming something she had herself, maybe on an even larger scale to Geto.

Her smiles, winks and closeness started from then on. She wanted to get to know you, and see the type of person you were, all the expressions you made, all the noises, everything. She wanted to know you.

For you, you were happy she was becoming more open with you and sought you out to hang out on a daily basis if she wasn't preoccupied with other things. It made you grin ear to ear, since she was so cool, calm and collected. If you could use one one word to describe her, it would be 'COOL' in big, capital letters.

The longer you knew her, the more she teased you. It could be related to anything, and she'd make a joke relating to you, all in a positive light. Initially, you were surprised she was one to joke since she didn't have any difference in tone of voice nor lilt, but when you overheard Geto & Gojo mumble to each other about how it was rare for Shoko to joke around and flirt, you knew right then and there that she was joking around with you.

But even with them telling you that she was joking, you had no way of knowing whether she actually was. She delivered in such a flawless way that when you realise a moment later that she's teasing you, you become a mess, whether it be a new expression, red ears, cheeks or even stuttering.

For Shoko, it was a sight to behold, and she was incredibly satisfied with herself that she had seen those expressions from you. At one point, she started to take photos of your expression after pulling a joke or saying something she knew would illicit a cute or funny reaction.

"They're for my collection. I don't think I need nicotine when I have you." Were her exact words, one which made you become as red as a tomato, the biggest reaction they've ever seen. This was when you ran away and hid behind the other two, hiding your face from Shoko because you didn't want her to see nor take more photos.

Shoko on the other hand, was persistent and tried her best to get to you, but Geto & Gojo managed to get you to safety somehow so you could calm down. You did end up running away from Shoko for a day or two here and there because you knew, with that glint in her eyes, her inner flirt was raging and ready to be set free.

Geto & Gojo on the other hand, having seen everything happening, would look to each other and simultaenously agree that she was incredibly flirty and teased you the most out of the three, and was nearly unstoppable lest you run away.

When Shoko and you got into a fight because you were having a bad day after a tough mission, she apologised and gave you a hug, lightly wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leaning in to rest the side of her head against the side of yours. She was uncharacteristically soft this time around and apologised for not being considerate to you.

You remember there being a time where you were burdened with the feeling of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, since your cursed energy blockage was taking too long to get released, and was taken on a mission with Geto as an assistant.

It was one of the elder's ideas.

Afterwards, you heard Gojo screaming at Yaga from the other room, with Suguru's more levelled, but slightly louder tone, cursing out the higher ups for putting an inexperienced jujutsu sorcerer to this task, even as an assistant, stating the dangers of doing such a thing with a higher grade curse in comparison to level.

"Being a jujutsu sorcerer means being ready for death."

When a response was given directly from the elders, it made your heart drop and Gojo cursed even louder at them for endangering you. Even Geto, who normally doesn't raise his voice much, started talking at a louder volume than before, bordering a shout.

You could feel yourself tear up at everything they said, while laying down in the infirmary as Shoko used her technique on you. Before the tears could fall, a warm pair of hands covered your ears and a shadow hovered over you, pressing their forehead to yours as they instructed you to listen to them and drown everything else out.

"I'm glad you're alive." Were words Shoko uttered when she stayed in the position for what seemed like an eternity.

She pulled away and wiped the tears away with her fingers, shaking her head, "There's no need to cry, you're stronger than this."

Her voice was soft, but she made a good point. In a world with jujutsu sorcerers and curses, you couldn't be weak. You had to be strong. Crying over something like death would make you weak, and fear would make the curses cackle and decide on their next prey.

Once Gojo & Geto finished their screaming match, it was then that they came into the infirmary, all bothered about the whole ordeal. Gojo tapped your forehead two times lightly before smoothing out the area, checking your body for any other injuries, before leaving with a grunt and a curse towards the higher ups, while Geto stayed behind and wiped a stray tear that fell to the side, apologising for raising his voice in the other room and explaining the situation.

Since you had suddently burnt all your cursed energy reserves in an explosive state, you were teetering on the borderline of death for a couple of days because expelling all that from your body all at once was not a good thing, even more so because you didn't know how to control it, and caused more harm than good (even though the main curse was exorcised by you). Geto had freaked out when that happened, and carried you like a precious gem, yet again, to the infirmary, almost a repeat of when he first met you.

Shoko was even more shocked, she nearly snapped.

See, the mission Geto and you went on was the first mission where you activated a extensive amount of cursed energy and burnt your reserves trying to kill a curse that had been a big problem to deal with. Even though Geto had been with you, you were trapped inside a curse's hypnotic gaze, and taken out of Geto's sight. That was when it became frantic, with Geto exorcising as many curses as possible to get to the main curse, who had already taken you to a location away from him. He had no doubt that you were fighting it, but since it attacked your mental state, it was a different matter due to the curse being a higher level than what was previously reported.

And, inside the curse's hypnosis, all the worst things imaginable happened, shoved into your brain and forced to live a life that wasn't yours, in their dreariest moments. Many of them, from people in all walks of life. It was all too much, and flipped a switch deep within you to protect yourself.

After you were brought to the infirmary for Shoko to handle, she didn't sleep much as she focused on your condition, making sure you were going to make it out alive. Occasionally, the others would come and have talks with Shoko, and you would feel some touches on your cheek and forehead.

From then on, Shoko was much more alarmed in making sure you were healthy, and fussed over you like a big sister would their younger siblings, a change to the way she was treating you before. It was heart warming she did all this, and she even brought multi-vitamins, food, super healthy food like traditional herb soups and whatnot, to help with your recovery and making sure your body was tip top condition. She didn't ever want to see you on the verge of death ever again, and nearly considered wanting to ban you from the infirmary.

She also didn't mention that she brought all these nutritional supplements and food with Gojo's money. Gojo & Geto were also tight lipped about it and in on it too, and didn't say a word until one day, Gojo let it slip out when talking about supplements, but immediately regretted his choices as he did promise the other two that they didn't want to make you suspicious.

You gave each of them the biggest hug you could muster, and they in turn, returned it with even more vigor.

When you're able to use your cursed energy better, you request Shoko to teach you her RCT since you were fascinated with how it worked. You come to realise she is a terrible teacher, should never teach, and did not understand a word she said about how to use the technique.

(Gojo & Geto don't either, so you weren't just seeing and hearing things).

She did, however, show you how it was done after you receive light injuries from your sparring with the boys, as you had to train your body to become stronger to withstand more.

Shoko smiled a lot more when she was a teenager. She doesn't smile as much now, but every once in a while, you would see her light up when she saw you and caught up with you, her eyes tired from having to tend to too many emergency injuries as there were more curses springing up.

If she were a cat and you had one like her, she'd be the calm type, but once she was with you, her favourite human, she'd be vying for your attention, clawing at your legs to get you to cuddle and hug her. Either that, or she'd be lying somewhere relaxing or sleeping - no inbetween. And if you have the trio of cats similar to Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko, it would feel like a fun little party.

Ieiri Shoko is steady. She is cool, calm and collected, and you wouldn't trade that for the world. The way she cares makes it seem like she's nonchalant, but actually, she cares more than she cares to show.

So when you reach out to Shoko and grab her hand, she pulls you in closer so your shoulders are touching, making sure to lean her head against yours on the side, just like she did when you had your first fight. It was comforting and let you know that you were not alone.

For a world with jujutsu sorcerers, death is inevitable, and being close to another may be more dangerous than it is not, but who else can you rely on but your friends who are in a similar situation and can understand you on a deeper level?

Maybe you should also take that next step forward, and grab the hands of those you haven't already. But, this time with no hesitation, and with enough strength that it pulls them towards you, so everyone is shoulder to shoulder, standing by each other's sides. And no one would be left alone.

A/N: Here's part 2 from Shoko's viewpoint ✌🏻

I 100% headcannon Shoko to be the most nonchalant and flirty one in the group without breaking a sweat 🤣 this one has more lore and details about the reader as well :) which adds to the information given from Geto & Gojo's fics.

If you want to read it in order, please read Gojo's, Geto's then Shoko's!

For Gojo's one, here ;)

For Geto's one, click here!

These are all part of the same series, and all have information that come together to form a bigger picture 😸

[blueishspace]

Multiverse Library: Mumbo, Scar and Grian.

The trio:

As Fluff, Hurt/comfort and Angst respectively they are commonly put together as the main tone gods while Martyn (Humour) and Oli (Crack) are kept more in the backround.

Can work alone and often do but excel when together to make angst with a happy ending.

Unlike other multiverse library deities they don't have distinct library sections are their domains are much bigger.

The most powerful when working on character driven universes but have to work extra for more worldbuilding based stories.

All have a dark form when working on darker universes, doesn't change their personality, just their form.

Mumbo, deity of Fluff and chain of hearts.

Sceptre cointains pure uncontaminated love and color depends on the type... Sometimes it cracks and when that happens bad stuff soon follows.

Smells of sugar and spice cause he's everything nice.

Actually doesn't really like pink or cream but when he gets a new outfit it starts to fade into pastels so he has just given up changing it.

Cape is actually a waterfall of Steven Universe style pink healing water.

In his Dark Fluff form usually works on possessive/obsessive fluff which is where the chain of hearts title comes from.

Grian, deity of Angst and Sadist Watcher.

Ever seen your blorbo put trough the horrors? Perhaps tortured either mentally or phisically? That's him!

Behind the incredible amount of Grian angst.

Cloak doesn't do anything, Grian just thinks it looks cool and mysterious. Cloak is also made of nightmares so it is not a good idea for a mortal to touch him.

He and Oli share one thing and that is a love of misunderstandings and mistakes born from lack of knowledge.

Fan of Tragic characters who'se downfall is their faul but also tragic characters who couldn't have done anything to prevent it...just likes tragic characters I guess.

Average Fanfiction writer if they were a god with control over multiple universes.

Doesn't change too much in his dark form, just increases the severity of his domain. He watches without helping, that's where his secondary title comes from.

Scar, deity of Hurt/Confort and Toxic Rose.

The oldest and arguably the most powerful of the three as the embodyiment of a much more vast domain. Also the goofiest of the three.

Mood shifts aren't uncommon and neither are long periods of either high energy or low energy.

After Secret Life happened in the main timeline he adopted his mortal counterpart's outfit and has stuck with it since.

When working with Oli often ends up creating "crack treated seriously" types of universes.

In his darker form often works with unhealthy relationships of all kind which is why he's also called the toxic rose.

Is brothers with cub (who will be introduced at a later date).

[ghostingkai]

Not me crying over the Q&A section of the guidebook— the stuff below is absolutely not everything, just the parts I enjoyed the most.

-Oh my god, there is an alignment chart for a bunch of the characters showing “Popular VS Unpopular, Receives lots of valentines VS Doesn’t receive many valentines”. Iori and MIkuni are the two most popular characters (with Lily in close third) but Mikuni is slightly more popular than Iori. Iori, however, receives more valentine gifts than Mikuni (but they are both extremely popular. That’s that trust fund money at work, baby.) Touma is very popular, but doesn’t seem to get many valentines lol

Other alignment charts:

-Housework skills and frequency of chores performed (Mahiru wins at this chart obviously lol. Yumi is second place after Mahiru.) Iori is apparently awful at house work and doesn’t do it often, I’m assuming he has a cleaning person. Touma is amazing at house work, but doesn’t do it much. Tsurugi does tons of house work… but is apparently terrible at it lmao.

-Muscle capability/strength and weight. Hugh and Misono are the lightest and “softest” fighters lol, while Tsurugi is very light but incredibly muscular/strong. Ildio is the heaviest/strongest fighter. Iori is fairly “light” and not very strong, and Touma is stronger/heavier than him by a fair bit. I’ve always wondered about that, so I’m happy to have this chart.

-A chart showing “high energy when drunk” versus “falls asleep” and also alcohol tolerance level lmao. So Nico is the one who gets the most smashed when drunk, but his alcohol tolerance is very high. Touma comes in second place, with Gear and Otogiri in third/fourth. Yumi has the lowest tolerance, but gets incredibly energetic when drunk. Mikuni has high tolerance, but gets really sleepy when he’s drunk. Iori has poor alcohol tolerance levels, but he gets sleepy when he’s drunk instead of wired. And I love that for him… I love that for myself 😭

That’s all for alignment charts!

-Tanaka confirms Iori receives the most valentines gifts, but pretty much all of them are obligatory. That makes me sad ;u;

-Iori plays the violin. Which is not shocking in any way, but it’s nice to have confirmation c:

-Mikuni and Tsurugi apparently have the most horrendous handwriting skills out of everyone by a long shot lol

-Mahiru dreamed of becoming a teacher when he first entered high school ;u;

-Mahiru was 7 years old when his mom died.

-Iori was the one Tooru was talking to on the phone when he and Mahiru met Tsubaki at the sushi restaurant. He was also the one on the phone with Tooru when he was bragging about Mahiru during that one flashback. Which isn’t really relevant to anything except I love how Tooru openly discussed Mahiru with Iori and Iori was just like, ah yes… Touma’s son… I mean, Tooru’s adorable nephew.

-Tanaka confirms Misono continues to grow taller as he becomes an adult lmao

-Misono was 9 when he made his contract with Lily.

-Tanaka talks about how Mikado loves Mikuni, but it doesn’t always seem that way because he was also afraid of how smart Mikuni is

-Mikado knew Mikuni had gone to C3 after running away, and specifically asked them to protect him. Mikuni was in C3 for about three years.

-Tsurugi was affected by “My Fair Lady” because even though he had only killed vampires up to that point, he carried the guilt of having killed someone. Mikuni looked shocked when Tsurugi began to choke because he didn’t think Tsurugi had actually killed anyone until then.

-Mikuni left C3 just before he turned 20, and opened his shop a year later.

-Mikuni and Tsurugi specifically don’t like being addressed by their family names, because… well, you can imagine lol. So they prefer to be called by their first names.

-Mikuni opened a shop because he wanted a place to store all of the magic items he had collected over his travels. He also wanted to put up a false smile in front of C3 to put them at ease about what he was getting up to.

-Mikuni was seven when he proposed to Hokaze 😭

-Mikuni loved Misono a lot and would stop to play with him whenever he wanted 😭 😭 STOP

-Oh my god, Mikuni would force Jeje to perform difficult jobs in order for them to get enough money to travel abroad, where they would then sell magic items to other magicians around the world. He’s such a prick, I love him so much.

-Apparently, Johan showed up one day in Mikuni’s shop and just started doing whatever he wanted and that’s how they met. Lmaooo.

-Jeje receives blood from Mikuni sometimes, but only after Mikuni himself has put it into a container.

-Tetsu’s other sister is a shogi player and her name is Kaoru (Oh, sure, SHE gets a name 😤 )

-Apparently Licht introduced Lawless to his parents as “the demon I purified” and his parents are just happy he’s found a friend ;u;

-Freya feels she gets along best with Lawless. Lawless apparently disagrees.

-Tanaka gives a scale of “mental degradation due to magic abuse” stages.

Stage 1: You can hear people but can’t make out what they’re saying.

Stage 2: You start to hallucinate faceless people.

Stage 3: More hallucinations and memory confusion.

Stage 4: Retirement

She also notes that during stages 1-3, a magician can recover over time if they don’t use their magic. I’m assuming stage 4 this isn’t possible, and I’m pretty sure that’s what stage Iori is at now, since he even mentions retiring in the final chapter. But that’s not explicitly stated.

-Tsurugi’s mom hid the fact she had a child. She left Tsurugi behind after she found another man and ran off with him.

-MIKUNI, APPARENTLY, DOES NOT PROTEST THE SIGHT OF TSURUGI. He is fine with how Tsurugi looks. It’s only when Tsurugi is speaking that Mikuni wants to fling himself into the dark void.

-Someone asked how Akira and Touma got close, but Tanaka only says to leave it up to everyone’s imagination

-Confirmation that Touma had feelings for Akira, and wasn’t the kind of person who would date someone for the sole purpose of hurting someone else (like Tooru.)

-Touma’s scarf is a magic item that makes his invisibility magic stronger apparently

-Touma was angry that Iori saved his life and he owed a debt to someone he deemed the worst type of person. But while he was crashing at Iori’s apartment, he was free to use anything he wanted apparently. Don’t know if that’s info I needed, but I’m happy to have it now.

-When Gear and Touma were staring at each other in that one popularity poll page, Touma was apparently thinking “So this is the werewolf Tsurugi is related to…” While Gear is thinking, “So this is Tsurugi’s brother… that makes him my grandson, too.” PLEASE. GEAR, TRY CALLING TOUMA YOUR GRANDSON. I would die to see that played out lmao.

-Confirmation that when Touma said, “I’ll drag him down!” In that one flashback, he WAS talking about Iori. I knew he was, but it’s nice to have the cold hard proof lol.

-Touma took on Tsurugi’s debts, and Tsurugi pays him back.

-Touma became the vice president at 33. At 33?!?! Holy frick I didn’t realize his promotion from the combat team happened so recently compared to the series timeline. That’s wild. Iori took fifteen years to convince his mother Touma was right for the position (/jk on that last sentence)

-Yumi quit the archery team in high school because he felt he was following the path forced on him by his parents and older brother.

-Miyako and Kei met during a flight. Miyako was really worn down, and Kei’s kindness touched her heart and she quickly fell in love, so from that moment on, she pursued Kei with a lot of passion. I can’t believe we actually got an answer to that question 😭

-Miyako knew about Iori’s real plan the entire time. Which was pretty obvious, but confirmation is still nice.

-All of the Tsukimitsu kids cross dress when they’re drunk 😭 😭 But Iori is careful not to get blackout drunk in front of other people. Bless you for this little nugget of sustainment.

-A C3 agent who moved overseas couldn’t take their hamsters with them, which was how Iori ended up with them, and he just decided to keep them.

-Iori suspected Mikuni could be working alongside Tsubaki when he met him in the control room, but he didn’t know for sure yet.

-Shirayuki met her husband through an arranged marriage and he joined her family. He left C3 early on so he could better support Shirayuki’s schedule. So that pretty much confirms he was a househusband, yes? I think so 😌 (BUT HE WASN’T GIVEN A NAME, AAAAAAAAA—)

-Mikuni didn’t go to college. Shuhei did, and Touma went to college with Iori and Tooru. I love knowing that. I am so happy to know that ;u;

-Iori met Tooru in their third year of elementary school and they became friends after Tooru spoke to him. Tooru would try to talk to Touma in middle school, but Touma ignored him. Iori used to avoid Touma because he knew about Touma’s home life, but after seeing how much Tooru wanted to be friends with him and how hostile Touma was to them, he started becoming interested in him. (Bless Iori for being brave enough to admit his crush started when Touma was the first person to tell him to fuck off.)

-The three of them became friends because Touma was already on the combat team at 15, and when they joined C3 at 17, they wanted to get on the combat team as well. So they all ended up connecting in that manner.

-Working at C3 while a student was easy thanks to flexible scheduling, so the three of them were able to work at C3 and attend university at the same time.

-Iori and Tooru would compete in cross dressing competitions in high school, just like Yumi and Tsurugi 😭 bless

-They don’t typically drink so much that they get drunk. They know the party is over once Iori starts getting sleepy ;u; because he has low tolerance… adorable.

-Tooru likes simple soy sauce ramen, Touma likes tonkotsu, and Iori likes shio ramen.

-Iori, Miyako, and Yumi are all really good at singing ;w; Thank you, that’s good to know.

-In addition to Gear and Yotarou completing odd jobs, Yotarou has an online store where he sells magic clothes and items that he makes.

-Gear rescued a woman (one of Tsurugi’s ancestors) he had become friends with by using his powers to help heal her/bring her back to life. He was afraid what people would do to her/them if they found out about it, so he ran off before the woman woke up and found out what had happened. It sounds possible she had no idea she had been given werewolf genes in order to survive.

[pixeldistractions]

upcoming stories and plans and stuff

Hello, friends, who wants a long texty progress report?!?

Nobody? Well, you’re getting one anyway! 🤪

First, Thanksgiving is about to plow through everybody’s motivation for a week or two, right? Happy Turkey day to all who celebrate! 🦃 Then Christmas and New Year will be right behind it. 🎄☃️🎄 Let’s not set the bar too high, right?

In my noveling life, I have made exactly 800 words of progress on Miserable Ghost Story last month because my brain is stuck on Boxes and Squares instead. (B&S stories got about 12,000 words added, for a comparison.) Oops. I keep going back and forth on what to focus on first. MGS is a good little book, and if I could focus, it would be quick to finish and get out the door, but I’m just so damn obsessed with my B&S characters. My stupid brain writes what it wants to write about. 😖

And mostly, in writing, I feel like it’s a good idea to go where the energy wants to go. When a story is calling, it’s a lot easier to work on something that is calling than trying to force something that is not calling.

But I think also why I’m so obsessed with the story and getting through book 5 is because I feel like it’ll free up my brain a little to work on other things, both in sim stories and otherwise. There’s this mid-story climax point we’ve been building toward and we’re almost there!

So, plow ahead forward? Right? Right???

But wait…

Now I’m kind of picking at some things from book 1 that never got to be part of the blog version, and I want them to be. Some things that were part of old gameplay stories that I want to revise and expand.

Don’t redo old stories… don’t redo old stories… don’t redo old stories!!!

Except I kind of want to go back and redo old stories. 😂🤣😂🤣😵

I guess I’m a bit of a completionist. I know the blog version is not going to include everything from the novels—it could never—but it should include the important things. The things that develop characters and explain motives and maybe just a little bit of the absolutely precious fluff that deserves to be illustrated with sims, just because.

And I do intend to leave the blog version up when the novel version is published (because I’m an indie author and I do what I want!), so I want them both to be as full as they can be for their format.

Because, at the end of the day, this sims story version is here to please me, and please you guys, and it serves no other purpose than that, really. So, it would make me happy to go back and redo some of those earlier pre-story sections, like before even My Sweetheart. So I think I will.

Because I really do want to get back to Colette in #5.3 and she really does need to get laid! But funny enough, after her shock in #5.2 pt 10, then drafting Colette in #5.3, I felt like she was wanting to dig so much into her history of that time and the failure of that relationship. So I’ve been spending a lot of time in that era anyway.

So, a quick flashback story first??? (I said quick, but I didn’t say little. It’s not really very little. But with the writing done and grabbing a few select pictures, I think I can post it quick.)

The flashback story begins almost one year ago in story time, on Maria’s birthday. It’s an expansion/retelling of this gameplay post, which was their first real story on the blog (not as supporting characters), with Maria and Jordan in their flirty coworkers era, and Jordan and Colette in the last months of their quickly deteriorating togetherness. Then it also fills in the gaps in and around “my sweetheart #2” and what drove Jordan to decide to ultimately blow up his life.

As it stands, it’s about 10,000 words (I’m so so sorry! I promise they’re good ones? 😬😬😬) and will be split into 3 chapters of 4-6 parts each.

Some characters are super excited to be back in this era:

Look at her absolutely cheesing at this man! 😆

Girl, stop and get back to work! You’re not even getting a kiss out of him for another 8 months!

Others are not so happy to be back in this time of their life:

He’s like, “Why, oh god why are you doing this to meeeeee?!?!?”

So, coming soon. Unfortunately, I need to build something for the first part, but this is a real historical save point, so all their other houses and locations are ready to be filmed in.

[foundry-fabrications]

Finally, was starting to think I'd never get anything released! Y'all ready to ROCK?!

Now, just to get this out of the way, I was really hoping to have something else done for y'all by now, that thing being the update to Flesh and Bone I mentioned in my last update post. Mechanically, it's done and has been for a while, and I'm VERY pleased with how it's coming along. However, it's proving to be a frustrating challenge to get it formatted with artwork that doesn't look awful. So, I took a much-needed break to work on something else and it's going on the back burner. It'll be out when it's out.

So what's this new thing I bring before you this day? With my main D&D campaign wrapping up, I've been working on a absolute TON of custom stuff for a new character, so that's taken up a lot of my creative energy. Now that we've had our first session and my work is done, I can pretty it up for y'all!

As one may surmise, I'm playing a heavy metal bard, so I put this together based on a combination of an existing college of metal I found on D&Dwiki and Matt Mercer's college of the maestro. The metalheads among you may have also noticed that yes, each feature and solo are named after metal songs, a lot of bangers too. Having run a combat with it, I'm already really happy with it mechanically and since it's my newest character it will be getting LOTS of playtesting. 

Another thing to mention is the little sidebar at the end. For this campaign I'm playing the 2024 playtest version of the new bard so that's what this was originally built for.  However, since most won't be playing it, I reworked it for the existing bard and added a way to "update" it for the new one for those who want it. For future content I would like to do something similar depending on how extensive the changes are, but we'll see how things shake out.

Anyway, I'm really pleased with how it turned out. A little sparse in the art department, but I think the theme I picked does a lot to carry it. Plus, I genuinely couldn't come up with anything that looked better, so hey, I'm not gonna let perfect be the enemy of done.

Anyway, that's all I got for now. So glad to actually be working on stuff again. Stay safe, don't forget to love each other, and I'll see you again soon.

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[alma-amentet]

Why do you dislike the DLC main story so much?

Not to argue or something, just wondering after seeing you ranting in the tags.

I just don't like it. It didn't meet my expectations. In the end, yeah, it comes down to preferences... Though I agree on 'bad writing', and it's just good to know I'm not alone in this.

You know, I'd like it. After all, I knew what I was messing into and didn't expect a happy ending, Age of Abundance (though it was in cut content, so...) or something. It could've been a beautiful tragic story of Miquella loosing parts of himself as a last desperate attempt to fix things but failing.

There are good rewrites, this is one of my favorites

But there are major things that I'll never accept as canon.

Promised consort Retcon. Makes no sense. Bad writing, and I will really die on this hill. Bc no evidence of this in the base game and a weird idea in general. Also how drastically they ruined the battle of Aeonia. Like... really? This feels like fanservice/trollery (assuming fandom's past fights). Horseboy's story should have ended with the festival (for me it did).

'Mohg beating allegations' and all that evil charm thing. First of all, no way he did, he's still an evil bloody cultist. Secondly, him being charmed makes it actually more problematic in some ways. I liked him as a well-designed villain acting on his own and Formless Mother's behalf, the new reveals ruin his character for me. Third, there are known plotholes (like others not acting this way under the charm or why would he travel to the Haligtree and back - could've stayed there or something). In the end, I think it's Ansbach who's a real charmer, charming the fandom. Luckily I'm not into handsome old men, so not buying it. He's devoted to his lord, that's all, no matter how wise and reasonable he may seem (still devoted, mind you).

There are other new bits of lore that look more OK... Though they have plotholes and contradictions, too (questioning ideas of godhood and the Shattering itself - that's what I can remember).

Much's been said in general, not gonna repeat (you can find it in my older posts and reposts). I see people analyzing and rationalizing new lore, enjoying the DLC. Good for them. Even envious at some point. As for myself, no matter how I miss my prev happy times in the fandom, now I see not much sense in discussing it, finding deep meanings etc. Loved to watch lore vids, now I mostly can't even if I want to. Maybe rewatching my older fav ones, but not most new ones. Some content is just upsetting. I'll need it anyway for my own AU and headcanons, so hope I'll find strenght, but not now.

Again, It feels like a joke or trollery, and if the authors themselves treat it this way, why should I bother wasting my time/energy?

There are some other details that are still interesting (like Marika's backtory n stuff), yet again, could've been a beautiful tragic story... but oh.

I used to be in kids/tween fandoms, which were silly by default, neither deep meaning nor dark complex philosophy. Yet some of them were making even more sense in writing, while others were not given high expectations right from the start, that's it.

Not leaving the fandom bc it's not done so easily, will even do some fanarts (finally. hopefully). I think I'll dwell solely on AUs / fixes / rewrites and some visuals without much context. Also on things I liked before the DLC and things I still like (like Maliketh/Marika), and filtering unsettling content as much as I can. But yes, you'll see me venting and supporting other people's rants. Untill my passion fades naturally and switches to something else.

I'll pick up the base game back when I can (my current PC won't run it by any chance), but will notbe buying the DLC. At least, for now.

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos

ch. 12

Word count: 2363 Warnings: none A/N: this chapter sucked all life out of me. i hope you like it.

“Ah, Thomas! Come in, come in.” Dr. Duren smiled and pointed at the chair in front of his table. “I was going to see you a little later, after you get used to the asylum a bit, but it’s probably to the better we meet so soon. You sure have grown since the last time we met!”

Dr. Duren was a frequent guest at the Bass’s house, but Tommy stopped showing up to guests two years ago - his parents thought he would ruin their image. He didn’t mind much. All the guests were always too wary of him to his face and joked about him behind his back anyway. Father called him to see Dr. Duren a couple times he’d been over, but Tommy refused every time, and eventually he ceased trying. Well, now he got his way.

“I get that a lot,” Tommy said.

“Of course, I’d rather we met in different circumstances,” Dr. Duren continued, “but God always knows what’s best for us”.

Tommy couldn’t hold back a grimace. He stopped believing in all that stuff at fourteen. That was one of the reasons he was committed, in fact.

Dr. Duren smiled condescendingly. “You may not think so now, but one day you will look back and see that it was indeed the best time and place. Please, sit.”

Tommy sat down. The chair was too low for him, and his knees stuck out too high. He tucked his legs under the chair so it wouldn’t be as noticeable.

“McKagan told me you wanted to see me.” Dr. Duren folded his hands on the table. “Do you have something to say?”

“Yeah, I-“ Tommy began, but then a sudden thought stopped him dead in his tracks. What if this – what he’d heard – was a warning?

No. He wanted to speak on the problem, and he would do it.

“I wanted to talk about the work you make patients do.”

“What about it?” Dr. Duren raised his eyebrows.

Someone breathed down Tommy’s neck. The breath was cold and smelled of rotten leaves.

“It’s…” he swallowed, “not right.”

“What’s not right?” Dr. Duren tilted his head. “The labor therapy produces incredible results. Patients spend their time and energy on something tangible, they know their labor improves their own lives, they can see the results of it. I personally believe it’s one of the best treatments for mental derangement. Benefits both patients and the asylum.”

Tommy found himself at a loss of words. What could he say to that that wouldn’t paint him as lazy and entitled?

“But patients are here to be cured. Doesn’t work take out of that? I mean, they could be doing…” Tommy waved his hand, “healing activities?”

Dr. Duren threw his head back and laughed.

“My boy,” he said, “what ‘healing activities’ do you mean? Water therapy? Art therapy? Behavioral correction? They’ve got plenty of that despite work. You haven’t been to our communal evenings yet, have you? Well, I’ll make sure you get there today. Patients play music, sing, dance, play board games. It provides a perfect opportunity for civil socializing. Patients that need extra therapies at other time of the day skip work to have them. We do not exploit them, I promise. We offer them a chance to grow and change the world around them.”

Well, this sounded damn convincing. Still, Tommy didn’t see any happiness on patients’ faces when they worked in the garden, nor enthusiasm in their movements. They looked more like serfs working on a lord’s field.

“They didn’t look very happy.”

Dr. Duren sighed. “Thomas, no insane man ever thinks he needs to be fixed. But they are, at their core, insane. Their brain is broken. Of course they don’t enjoy labor; that’s a trait of a sane, well-adjusted man.”

“Do you also think that about me?” Tommy asked straight-forwardly.

“Well,” Dr. Duren narrowed his eyes slyly, “you’re here to ask me to free you from work, after all.”

Tommy blinked in confusion. But he didn’t say that!

“How’d you know?”

“Your father gave me a pretty comprehensive overview of your character. I supposed you’d ask me for this favor.”

Tommy’s stomach sank. So his father not only shipped his son off to the asylum, he also told Dr. Duren nasty things about him. Tommy didn’t doubt a second there was no positive descriptions of him in that overview.

“And will you?...” he said quietly.

For a while Dr. Duren was silent. Steps were pacing back and forth behind the door of his office. Finally, he spoke.

“No.”

Tommy foresaw this, in a way. All this talk about usefulness of labor, of insane men not knowing what they need. He wasn’t stupid; he could see that coming. But disappointment filled his mouth with bitterness.

“You see, Thomas, your dearest father expressed only one wish to me: “Make him realise he’s not special”. By freeing you from labor I will go against his wish. I promise as time passes you will realise it’s good for you. You just can’t see it yet.”

“You’re no better than him,” Tommy spat out.

“I’ll consider that a compliment,” Dr. Duren said warmly. “Now, dear Thomas, I have other patients to attend today. We will meet soon to discuss your… condition, though. Meanwhile, try to get comfortable here. Make some friends. You’re going to need it.”

Tommy let McKagan take him away. As he walked down the corridor, his hair was being ruffled by someone’s breath right on the back of his head.

***

“You got off easy,” Mick said after Nikki quietly told him of the punishments Dr. Duren dispensed to them. “You’d go crazy in solitary. Crazier than now, I mean.”

He was restringing an old guitar that had been in the asylum since time immemorial. It had been here even before Mick, and that was saying something. It was a simple acoustic, and its neck bent farther and farther with each passing year, making it sound like shit. So far Mick managed to amend it by shoving thin cardboard stripes over the nut to raise the strings up, but it couldn’t last forever, of course. Soon he’d have to beg for a new guitar.

“I know,” Nikki said, anxiously picking at the skin by the nail of his left thumb. He had already pulled off several layers of skin, and his fingers were smeared in blood. “And Vince’s gonna go crazy too.”

Mick smiled dryly. “In this case it’s hardly possible. To go crazier, I mean.”

Nikki let out an exasperated sigh. “It is. You just don’t know it. And I do. And we gotta prevent it.”

Mick didn’t answer, pretending to be consumed with trying a knot at the end of a string.

“Well?” Nikki pushed on.

“Shitty strings,” Mick murmured, pulling the one he’d already installed. “But what else could I expect from those nurses… Probably the cheapest ones they could find.”

“Oh come on!” Nikki groaned. “I’m trying to talk to you here! About important things! Stop fussing over that old thing already!”

He spoke too loudly; several patients turned their heads to them.

“You want all the nurses to hear?” Mick shushed him, loudly playing the three strings he’d already installed. The heads slowly turned away from them.

“No.” Nikki made a deep breath. That’s right, calm the fuck down. “I know you despise the guy. But could you just entertain a thought of helping him for a bit? For me.”

“They should have put you in the solitary too,” Mick said. “So you have an opportunity to realise what a piece of shit he is.”

“You’ve just said I’d go crazy in there.”

“I’m reconsidering.”

Nikki rolled his eyes. “You’re useless.”

Mick felt a pang of guilt. A very slight pang of guilt, but nevertheless. This asshole somehow crawled into Nikki’s heart and nestled there comfortably, refusing to go away. Mick didn’t know what would it take to exorcise him out of it.

“The nurses always watch very closely that no one talks to patients in solitary. You have no chance,” Mick said.

“So talking is out of the picture,” Nikki concluded sadly. “What about writing? Could I write a note and pass it to him?”

“You could. If we had paper. And a pencil. Which we don’t have.”

“Dr. Duren totally has them in his office,” Nikki said weakly. He seemingly started to see the futility of his endeavor.

“And what are you gonna do, steal them? Really?”

“I could try…”

“…and get yourself a punishment and a lot of unnecessary questions.” Mick rubbed his forehead. “Listen. Your darling Vince has already been through it before. He’ll survive. Maybe he’ll be a little angry with you afterwards for a while. But he’ll come back to you anyway – apparently, he can’t stay away from your juicy ass for long. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“But it’s my fault,” Nikki protested. “I shouldn’t have… taught him a lesson. I don’t know what Hudson did, but it must have been something bad. I feel guilty for it now.”

“Yeah, and let him keep wiping his feet on ya? Does being a doormat get you off or what?” Mick felt anger rise in his chest. Could the boy just stand up for himself and not come back crawling later for once?

“He ain’t wiping his feet on me!” Nikki almost screamed again. Mick sighed and played a short melody on the four installed strings. One of them sounded off; he pulled it a couple times and adjusted the tuner a bit. That was better.

“Yeah he does, and you thank him for it. You ain’t gotta thank people just for paying attention to you. And if they demand you do, you gotta run away as fast as you can.”

“You don’t understand nothin’,” Nikki hissed, jumped up from his chair and rushed away, slamming the door in the process.

“Sure I don’t.” Mick sighed to no one in particular. A nurse would quickly bring him back, so Mick wasn’t too worried.

He was battling the knot on the sixth string when McKagan brought Nikki inside. Water was dripping from his face and hair. The nurse probably had to spray him with cold water to cool him down a bit. McKagan led Nikki to a chair in the corner, sat him down on it, said something along the lines of “behave yourself” and retired to the entrance to watch the community evening from there. Nikki remained on his chair, sullen and bristling like a hedgehog.

The boy needed a friend or a lover that could ease his obsession with Wharton. Mick clearly wasn’t a good fit: he was old and ill and didn’t match Nikki’s destructive youthful energy. He was sure that was what attracted Nikki in Wharton: the readiness to blow up the world given a slightest opportunity. Sure, Nikki didn’t look like the type, often subdued by depression, but it could be clearly seen when he smiled – that toothy too-wide smile that betrayed his true character. He just didn’t smile often enough for others to see it.

No one in the asylum beside Wharton matched his energy. Except maybe the new lad. Sure, he was not that clever, and he still had a lot to learn about life, but there was something in him, some driving force that all other patients in the asylum had already lost. They could hit it off.

Tommy was here today, looking unusually jumpy and anxious, but left soon, not giving Mick an opportunity to talk to him. Nikki, on the other hand, was sulking in the corner the whole evening, the tunes only slightly raising his spirits, even though usually he loved them. Mick tried not to pay attention, but his thoughts kept returning to Nikki and Wharton. What could he even do besides stop Nikki from doing obviously stupid things? Nothing, really.

Nikki didn’t speak to him after the community evening, and Mick didn’t insist. The guy surely needed to unwind and think it all over. For the first time he was thankful Nikki got restrained for the night – at least he wouldn’t do something idiotic. And the head was always clearer in the morning.

His ward was filled with moonlight from the window. It lay in stripes on the floor and across walls, creating a weird, persistent feeling of unease – Mick couldn’t rely on darkness to hide in anymore. He had long been asking for curtains, since his ward was on the sunny side and the light bothered him a lot, but never got them – a safety hazard, he was told. They were probably just afraid he would somehow hang himself on them, even though he’d never shown suicidal tendencies.

Mick looked out of the window in his usual environment check. No strange lights or shadow figures – but that didn’t mean anything. They could hide very well, so well that no one but Mick knew of their existence, and they cleverly manipulated everyone around him to believe he was crazy, so no one would believe him. So Mick had to uncover their plans alone, from behind the bars of his ward or the wall separating the asylum from the rest of the world. Thankfully, these also hid him pretty well. They knew he was somewhere around here, but they couldn’t differentiate faces. They didn’t know which one of the patients Mick was, and they’ve been unsuccessfully trying to find out for the last twenty years-

Wait, no. Something was not right.

The spider web outside of Mick’s window. It was there just this morning, some poor fly having tangled itself in it. It wasn’t there now. Not a trace of it. Like someone swept it off with a broom. But Mick was on the third floor of the building.

Mick ducked under the window like he was being shot at. This couldn’t be a coincidence. The web withstood the strongest of winds on his memory. It was done on purpose. It was a threat. Or a warning.

The rest of the night Mick spent sitting on the floor next to the window, anxiously trying to keep himself out of sight.