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Hii! I have two ideas I don’t mind if only one is written: Could you write head-canons or like anything about Inosuke with a s/o whose love language is physical touch? Or could you write head-canons about Inosuke with an artist gf who maybee has a whole book with drawings of him 🤭🤭? Whatever is easiest tysm!!

⋆˙ inosuke with an artist s/o who loves physical touch !! ⟡♡ headcanons / fluff

gender neutral

omg hi anon !! and yes ofc i can :)) im making this whole thing gender neutral but i can do a separate fic of inosuke with an artist gf and he find out she’s been drawing him since the very start and how he reacts if you’d like ?? anywho, enjoy !! <3

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- inosuke and you have a pretty stable relationship tbh

- considering the fact he’s a feral boar man

- since you two have been together, you haven’t noticed inosuke having any hobbies

- like at all besides screaming and challenging people (and sleeping…) (…aaannndddd eating)

- but hey! that’s fine! you have yours and inosuke has… his

- now anywho, you were waking up bright and early for another day of training

- when suddenly you didn’t feel the crushing weight of inosuke on you…

- (he always sleeps on you and waits until you wake up! but today he wasn’t… oh god.)

- “inosuke? inosuke!”

- he had been rummaging around in your things while you were asleep !!!

- you rush over to him and jump on top of him to hide what he might’ve saw

- he lets you take him down and looks at you

- he’s doing that weird gawking giddy thing he does whenever he’s happy

- you just stare back at him

- “what?”

- “WHAT IS THIS BOOK?!”

- he holds up a sketchbook, filled to the brim with drawings of him

- you FREAK OUT

- “inosuke!! this is private stuff!!”

- “so?”

- mans does NOT know privacy

- yalls relationship is a one way street for that matter and he sticks to it.

- so he is veerrryyy adamant about seeing the rest of what’s in that book

- finally, you give in and let him look at it

- he’s amazed by the cool illustrations and doodles you’ve made for him

- “these are me?!”

- “yeah…”

- *cue him flipping through them aggressively*

- “i want this one!”

- “inosuke you can’t just take them! well— i mean maybe you can but i don’t want you to!! i spent a long time drawing these—..”

- “i don’t care!”

- “okay. insouke— seriously..!!”

- once he starts ripping some of the pages you snatch the book

- he tries to fight you but realizes you’re being serious so he stops but is still agitated

- he wants them!!

- now, onto physical touch

- honestly i wouldn’t see him having a problem with it, it’d probably just stroke his ego more knowing he’s got a pretty partner like you by his side caressing his arm while he boasts about how he’s the “king of the mountains”

- a real “i’m on top of the world” moment fr

- but he did kind of freak out when you touched him for the first time

- you were walking through the butterfly mansion, on the way to see inosuke

- you two had planned a little first date type-thing

- (with the help from tanjiro and zenitsu..)

- but you were happy and couldn’t wait to go and see him!!

- once you got there he wasn’t dressed up, just in his casual attire

- no clothes..

- anyway, you walk up to him and touch his shoulder

- he turns around so fast screaming “WHO THE HELL JUST TOUCHED ME?!”

- realized it was you and just stared

- the skin to skin contact got him feeling some typa way

- and ever since then you’ve just been doing the same thing you always do

- “hey inosuke!” you giggle as you hug him and he just freezes

- if he’s in the middle of a screaming fit and you go over and wrap your arms around him he’ll stop IMMEDIATELY

- “er—!! hey!”

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·˚ ༘ you’re outside training when you hear screaming coming from the inside of the butterfly mansion, and you weren’t too surprised that when you walked in your boyfriend was being quite the sore loser.

kanao had just beat him in one of the training games, and he wasn’t too happy about it. “she was cheating! she’s cheating! let’s do a rematch!! this time i’ll beat you!” we’re all the words you heard from him as he stomped his feet aggressively.

you sigh and look at kanao who’s just staring blankly at inosuke, “i guess we could have a rematch..” she squeaks, inosuke jumping right for her - and of course he loses, again.

he’s defeated, running back over to the side lines and throwing his whole body into the wall - banging his boar mask against it and throwing a few punches. you trot over to him, your arms extending until you fully fall into his side.

he stops what he’s doing and immediately goes to push you off, not realizing it’s you. until he notices your voice, “inosuke! stop screaming! you’ll have another rematch soon.”

he immediately grabs your arms to throw you off (which he could’ve easily done since you didn’t have your guard up) but he just complained while you were practically on top of him. saying things like - “hey! get your hands off of me! i have another match to win!” or “what’s the deal?! can’t you see i’m busy?!”

of course since he hasn’t pushed you off yet you know this is calming him down, and eventually it does. his anger subsides but only for a little bit, the match eventually redos and kanao gets a few good hits in until he wins.

instantly, he’s rushing over to you and tackling you to the ground!! “i did it! ya see that? i knew i could win!” he’s yowling and jumping around and you just smile at him fondly. “congrats inosuke! but i have to go back outside and finish my training—..”

before you could finish inosuke picks you up and twirls you around before setting you back down, patting your head. “alright! don’t be long. i want you to see me beat the rest of these people!” a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you giggle, a little out of breath.

“heh.. alright! i’ll be back.” you kiss his shoulder quickly before jogging away - causing him to freeze and someone catching him off guard and winning another match…

you didn’t hear the end of it later that night!! but it was all okay when you woke up for another day and inosuke was laying on you per usual, not rummaging through your things this time.

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YAYA I FINISHED !! it’s not as serious as i honestly hoped for but im actually super proud of this i think this is really cute !! hope u enjoy <3

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romance tropes.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 3000 genre fluff varying au fake relationship childhood friends2lovers love at first sight roommates2lovers soulmates enemies2lovers opposites attract warnings not proof-read kissing skinship mention of darkness — more

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fake relationship trope | heeseung

starts with an intent of being a publicity stunt; it’s only meant to create media attention, and promote the release of a drama that you both are starring in.

wanting to make the whole scheme believable to the public, you both devote the highest degrees of effort into this.

wearing each others clothes out in public to ‘keep up with the agenda’; finding yourself wearing his shirts and hoodies far more often than your own.

meticulously planning ‘candid’ photos, and intentionally uploading them to your socials at around the same timestamp.

coming up with more ridiculous stories about your ‘relationship’, and laughing at how unbelievable, yet surprisingly believable, they sound.

calling each other late into the night, under the excuse of ‘fake-dating practise’; it’s not said, but neither of you wish for the conversation to end— you both are secretly enjoying one another’s company.

trying out flirtatious lines on one another, and feeling a light flutter of your heart, as though interpreting the words, which feel far too real, as actual flirting.

suddenly using pet names, like ‘baby’ and ‘love’, just because it feels natural to; gazes that feel like real love, without the need of forcing or pretending.

both subconsciously seeking the other’s hand, fingers interlinked, palm pressed against palm; the feeling of wanting to do this for a lifetime, to capture the snugness and warmth of this moment in time.

after a reminder of it being fake, you both are brought into a state of uncertainty of when, or rather how, the line between your careers and your hearts, blurred into nothingness.

“you didn’t stop me when i kissed you…”

“that’s because i didn't want you to stop.”

childhood friends to lovers trope | jongseong

him leaving a mark on nearly every memory of your life; in photo albums, he’d be there, posed with a radiant smile. in notebooks, his doodles would be left unerased on the corners.

being the first to practically everything in one another’s childhood— first playdate, first trick-or-treating buddy, first photobooth experience.

inside jokes that only you two can understand; mentioning one of them in passing, and watching in pure adoration as the other tries to recollect memories, and has that lightbulb of realisation.

being comfortable to initiate casual affection with one another; hugging each other at random moments of the day, laying your head on the other’s lap, and even holding hands.

creating nicknames for one another, and using them despite the passing years; jokingly calling the other ‘babe’, and leaning into their embrace, eliciting confused brow furrows from surrounding friends.

playfully teasing the other and mentioning childhood experiences, sparking a sense of nostalgic remembrance in the air; jay initially finding your smile a gentle surge of serotonin, a sunbeam that’d grace his mornings, afternoons, and nights. now, he finds it heart fluttering, like a symphony of heartbeats— there’s a ballet of butterflies in his chest, and it feels different from before.

recreating childhood pictures together; going to the ice skating rink, and gauging if your skills have improved. him breaking your falls by offering himself as tribute, and feeling his heart thump at the sight of your face, in close proximity with his.

him holding onto every lighthearted “i love you”, replaying your words in his head, and wanting to hear them slip from your lips once more.

him using the secret language that you two created back in elementary school to write a love letter, pouring out all his feelings.

“there’s never been a day that i haven’t thought about you.”

love at first sight trope | jaeyun

accidentally bumping into the other whilst on a walk, books from the previous hour of library browsing tumbling onto the concrete ground; him scrambling to help pick the fallen paperbacks, hands inadvertently brushing against the other’s.

him taking a glance up at the owner of such a heavy stack of books, and being absolutely starstruck; time wavering, mind absolutely entranced by celestial visage in front of him— that is, you.

breath hitching in a symphony of awe, body frozen in the uncomfortable stance; the cramp forming in his legs being long forgotten, the thought of getting your name being more important than anything else in the world.

the mere locking of your gazes told him words; that’s the one.

he’s almost left second guessing himself; from not believing in phenomenons such as ‘love at first sight’ to experiencing it firsthand.

quick apologies and swift scurrying that don’t seem to process in his mind. his gaze lingering on your fading figure, wanting to absorb everything that’d just happened.

being unable to disregard the incident, head still rewinding images of you; hoping under the stars that’d fate would play its strings.

almost forgetting the radiance of your eyes, and the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, until that one day.

meeting again in the most unprecedented of ways, as though the world had just weaved your paths together, a response to his endless wishing; being united under the shelter of a solitary umbrella in the midst of a sudden downpour, laughter dancing like the falling raindrops.

making sure to get your name this time, not wanting the chance to slip away from his fingers again.

“i’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. but, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

roommates to lovers trope | sunghoon

him hesitantly opening his doors to you, after much conviction from a mutual friend; acquaintances would be the best word to describe your relationship.

being extremely awkward with one another, and hiding behind the comfort of your bedroom doors; the only interactions being short greetings of ‘good morning’ and trips out to the kitchen for a bite.

coincidentally cooking meals at the same time, and having to move around the other, bodies bending in strange directions to avoid the other.

trying not to hit anything, or bump into each other, when there’s a power outage; keeping arms fully outstretched as a distance radar, and keeping communications to short, panicked “sorry”s, and “found the circuit breaker”.

dividing errands amongst the two of you; small quibbles about who’s to take the least liked chores.

getting stuck in the bathroom, as a result of negligence to call a locksmith; the other sprinting to grab a screwdriver, silent hallway being filled with their nagging.

slowly starting to cook for one another, and coming up with excuses to avoid their confused questions.

having movie nights that start happening more frequently the more you two bond; him purposefully choosing a scary movie, because he likes to tease you for clinging onto him all night.

accidentally falling asleep on the couch together, and being flustered beyond words the next morning.

gradually asking to borrow one another’s belongings, like clothes, and realising how the other looks downright adorable in them.

getting worried when the other comes home too late at night, eyes glued on the front door, fingers floating above the call button, hesitant to contact them.

jealousy when you go on dates, and come home telling him all the details; pretending that he’s interested in those little things, and putting up a very straightforward front when responding.

finding it cute when you deliberately avoid him like the plague in the mornings, head constantly turned away from him to hide the redness of your face— perhaps his morning voice is a little too nice to listen to.

drunken confessions, where you go on a spiel on how “unbelievably pretty he looks, especially with his tousled bed hair”, how “your heart aches whenever he falls ill”, and of how much you “like him, more than a roommate, or a friend”; he takes care of you, mind whirling and heart pounding at the suddenness of it all.

pouring his morning cereal into a bowl, and nonchalantly saying “i like you too, yn”; perhaps you choked on your drink, eyes darting up to the glance at him. he’d have the smallest of smiles on his face, as though restraining the urge to giggle.

“i love you, i love you, i love you. and i’ll repeat it how ever much you’d like.”

soulmates trope | seonwoo

the world being draped in shades of black and white, every vista and wisp of existence cast in a monochromatic light; constantly feeling the missing piece of your life.

silently envying those who have cured the phenomenon of grayscale panorama, their arms interlinked sweetly, kisses planted on one another’s cheeks, faces seemingly flushed and pink from overflowing affection— there’s not much of a difference from your perspective anyways.

being desperate enough to scour the streets for your destined other-half, and feeling silly for thinking that the idea would work.

rushing to catch a bus one day, and accidentally bumping into another person, coffee pelting out of the little cup in hand; looking up in pure horror, mouth already opened in the preparation of an apology.

eyes meeting with the equally-as-mortified stranger, and time pausing in response; with the brushstroke of their gaze, the universe looks as though it’s painted anew.

colours flowing into shared reality, the once-muted world blooming with sheer iridescence; gasp slipping from your lips in realisation.

skies painted a shade of cerulean blue, emerald green radiating beneath the feet of surrounding passers-by; being able to see the reddish-pink hue of his lips, the raven blackness of his head of hair, the light blue shirt he’s wearing (though there’s a hazelnut brown stain from the coffee, near the center).

wanting to stay close with the other person, for fear that the ability to see colours might be robbed once again; completely forgetting the incident from earlier, and taking a seat by the nearby park to simply talk.

gradually getting to know the other person— their hobbies, their occupation or schooling major, and more importantly, their name.

establishing a friendship, and starting things out slow; being more comfortable with the other person with time.

him being able to initiate small forms of skinship, such as tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. him being able to be casual with you, often sending pictures and videos of his daily life, and lightly adding that he wishes you were here with him.

being more than happy to make time for one another, wanting to be in the other’s presence for ‘just’ a little longer.

taking care of the other when they’re sick, not hesitating to cancel scheduled plans, being ready to dart over to the nearest pharmacist for medicines; staying over to cater to the other’s sickly needs, and willingly sleeping on the floor next to the bed.

both of you naturally reaching out to hold the other’s hand, finding the action far more comforting that it actually is.

bonding over shared interests and reveling at how common your likes and dislikes are.

“if the multi-verse exists, then i hope that you’re my soulmate in every one of them.”

enemies to lovers trope | jungwon

the classic ‘competition to be the valedictorian of the year’ between the student council president and vice president.

being forced to work together for a project, and deliberately staying up till the late hours of the night to research heaps of information, hoping to out-shadow the other.

purposely going out of your ways to irritate the other person; it’s the small, petty inconveniences that throw you off the most.

banters that are short but potent; pretending that you two weren’t just arguing seconds ago, in front of other students and teachers, wanting to maintain the perfect image in front of their eyes.

comparing marks with the other after every assessment, even small tests that don’t count in the final grade; having the biggest grin after seeing that your score’s even half a percentage higher than his.

being paired together on a project once again, except he doesn’t exactly pull his weight, leaving his portion of the slides empty, to sparsely edited. you’re annoyed, or rather borderline enraged at the lack of participation, only to find out that he’s sick and overworked.

now, you take it upon yourself to take care of him, buying little vitamin bottles from convenience stores, reminding him to take his medications and drink water regularly— for the project, of course.

finding that you’re going out of your way to share your packed lunches with him, but still doing so anyways— ‘it’s for your overall credit score’, you tell yourself.

still caring for the other, even after the project’s been graded; subtly gazing over at his direction, and feeling a smile instantly tug at the corners of your lips when he frowns in a combination of disgust and confusion at your hard staring— great, he’s perfectly okay.

both of you being unable to sleep one night, mutually bored out of your minds; you’d be browsing the internet for some interesting slices of life, when an email notification would pop up; he’d spam your inbox with small, disconnected sentences, hoping that you’d respond and entertain his own state of bore.

somehow staying up most parts of the night emailing, unknowingly spending hours lightly bantering and teasing the other, smiles and giggles uninvitingly appearing every so often.

helping the other with academics, almost as though forgetting the intense rivalry in the air; video-calling one another and sharing opinions on an essay. additionally, giving study tips that are supposed to be top-secret and confidential.

buying the other snacks and little drinks because why not.

him finding you asleep on a table in the library, and draping his school jacket over your shoulders, not wanting you to freeze in the presence of a chilly air conditioner.

sitting beside you during your nap, and convincing himself that it’s to guard your personal belongings; after a mere glance at your sleepy face, his heart skips a beat, heartstrings unknowingly pulled on. he simply wants to stay there.

walking you home after late student council meetings; no matter the weather— it could be thunder-storming— he’d always walk alongside you, disguising his feelings for another lame excuse.

using old nicknames to address the other person, except this time, there’s a sprinkle of endearment lacing them.

being puzzled at how you’ve strayed away from your initial goals, mind now wholly focused on the other.

“why are you doing this to me?”

“doing what…?”

“making me like you. stop it, god damn it, i’m not supposed to— i’m supposed to not— this goes against every moral that i’ve ever set for myself..!”

opposites attract trope | riki

a metal guitarist and a classical violinist having to share the same practice room due to scheduling errors on the school’s part; to sum it up, it’s not great.

the mixture of riffs, which crackle like lightning, and notes, that shimmer like stardust, don’t go well together— similar to how you both don’t get along well (or at least, that’s what you two thought).

with one being an absolute bookworm, and the other pursuing basketball as a beloved hobby, interests clash; it doesn’t seem like there’s a common standing ground for you both to relate to.

going to the library one day, and being in a quiet sanctum of the place, standing before a towering bookshelf; eyes solely fixed on that one paperback at the top of the shelf, the words on the cover calling out alluringly.

tiptoeing in an attempt to decrease the height disadvantage, fingers reaching out and barely brushing against the hard spine of the book.

him coincidentally strolling in with the intent of finding a friend, only to see you by the edge of the library; noticing, and going over to offer his help.

after coalescing his intentions into words, he reaches up and grabs the book of interest, narrowly preventing you from yanking at the very foundation of the wooden shelf.

briefly explaining the meanings behind the paper and ink of the book after spotting the furrow of his brows, and the brief turn of the paperback.

standing against the shelves, and flipping through the book, rippling the silence of the air at that particular corner with the flutter of pages; inadvertently giving him a form of motivation and inspiration, like a fresh look into his music.

going back to the practice room, and sitting on the polished wooden floor to continue the flip through; he can’t quite tell if he’s more interested in the knowledge-filled content, or if he’s more intrigued by the constant flipping of his stomach and the racing of his heart, at the sight of ethereal grace in front of him.

him looking forward to attending practice, because he genuinely wants to hear more about these book anecdotes and undermined poetry.

him being keen to know more about you; your favourite foods, your go-to ice cream flavours, your hobbies, vice versa.

bringing a bottle of your favourite drink the next practise session, and leaving it at your designated area; not forgetting to stick his sticky note on the table surface, the words ‘good morning’, and the doodles, being greeted by the morning rays seeping through the windows.

exchanging contact informations, and smiling a little too hard whenever you both text one another.

him developing a habit of patting your head, or ruffling your hair; finding it really cute whenever you tiptoe, and stretch your arm outwards to give him a pat back, standing victoriously afterwards.

 buying you a cute stuffed animal for valentine’s day, and being a tad bit too embarrassed to admit that it’s out of genuine love; using lunch period to try out boxed chocolates together.

cheering one another before an important musical performance; tight hugs, gentle hair strokes, light shoulder squeezes and reassuring smiles.

finding it ironic how your differences became the very threads that stitched you both together; perhaps it’s possible for there to be a portrait of harmony amidst a canvas of diversity— you two simply just compliment and complete one another.

“i know i say this a lot, but i really do adore you.”

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ James doesn't realize he's doing anything wrong.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 james potter being james potter 𖦹 hurt/comfort (i think this is normal hurt/comfort. idk tho) 𖦹 shitty writing. like genuinely shitty writing. do not expect much. 𖦹 a sprinkle of remus lupin being hot bc im me 𖦹 hurt/comfort 𖦹 shitty ending 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 1.1k 

In every sense of the word, James Potter was mesmerized by you.

He loved how your eyes would brighten when you talked about your passions and how your bows would furrow when you took notes. And your smile. Your smile was his favorite.

You were his favorite.

You, of course, knew of James Potter—the whole school did. That didn't mean people knew him. You were one of those people. You weren't even sure he knew your name until he said it. You melted.

He had come sauntering up to you., holding himself high as he silently sat next to you.

"I'm James," He smiled—that toothy grin you adored.

As you began saying your name, he cut you off.

"I know," He smirked, "How could I not know who you are? A pretty face like yours," He tapped his forehead, "Sticks in the noggins of people like me."

Your face got hot at his words, and you looked down with a smile. James fucking Potter knew who you were.

"People like you?" You tried to sound like your heart wasn't pounding so hard that you felt it in your head.

"Lovesick fools," He offered. His words were casual, like he hadn't just said he was lovesick because of you.

The rest of the class went by fast. You giggled at everything James said—which he immensely enjoyed. He would pass you stupid notes with bad drawings of him. He would always label himself in the picture to show that, under his clothes, he had a six-pack. You easily believed that part. What you didn't believe were the "facts" he would write himself saying.

For example, he talked about possums being allergic to citrus fruit.

This went on for weeks, but only in Transfiguration. In your other shared classes, he pretended you didn't exist. Your friends warned you, saying, "He'll break your heart."

You should have listened.

One day he walked into Transfiguration, strode right past you, and sat next to another girl. 

Your heart plummeted with your smile, and you felt sick. Your mind was clouded with the sight of it. Her touching his arm, him smiling that stupid smile of his—it was all too much.

And he did this day after day, and you felt your heart deteriorate.

"Y/n! Wait up!" You heard someone call from behind you. It was James, of course. 

Your body, against your own volition, halted.

You turned to look at him.

"Hi," His white teeth beamed at you while his eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

And as much as you wanted to hate him—to curse him out—you couldn't bring yourself to do it, "Hi, James."

"So," James hooked his arm around your shoulders, "How've you been?"

"I've been—" You hesitated, "I'm good."

"Great!" He beamed.

You made light conversation until you reached Potions. He sat next to someone else, and your heart broke.

Soon holiday break rolled around. You loved your family, but you didn't love your mother trying to cram eighty activities into one day, so you stayed at Hogwarts.

You were doodling the snowflakes falling from the Great Hall's ceiling when you heard laughter. 

You, of course, knew this laugh. It was hearty and deep. It was warm, just like he was.

You tensed as you felt him sit beside you, and two boys quickly sat across from you. They were eager.

"James," You greeted, looking up from your paper.

He was looking at you with those pretty eyes and that lopsided grin. 

Your heart smiled.

"Whatcha drawing?" He drawled, peering at the paper.

"Snowflakes," You gave. He took the pad of paper and held his hand out. "Pencil?"

You handed him your pencil, smiling as you did it.

Sirius shot a look to Remus, then mouthed: "idiots in love."

Remus kicked him, "Look who's talking," He muttered. Sirius pouted.

"James, what are you drawing?" You whined, leaning over in an attempt to see.

"No looking yet," He swatted you away, then huddled around the pad, hiding the drawing.

You waited in silence. 

You watched as he concentrated, "Done!" 

He had drawn a smiley face. Underneath, he wrote: 'Go to Hogsmeade with me?' With two boxes beneath, both marked with a yes.

Your eyes went wide as you read it. You swiftly stood up, grabbed your pencil, and left. 

James was feeling particularly discouraged.

"Maybe she's going to her dorm? To... get ready?" Remus said with a sheepish smile, trying to make James feel better.

"Thanks, Remus," James slouched, "I highly doubt that."

He sighed, "What did I do wrong? I've been flirting with her for months."

"I'm not sure, mate," Sirius shrugged, "Just go talk to her."

"No," He frowned as his heart did.

You were eating breakfast, lamenting. Yes, you would have loved to go on a date with James, but then again—

"Excuse me!" Your thoughts were interrupted by a rather loud Sirius, "You have a lot of nerve showing your face here!"

You stared at him, "You mean at my school? Where I'm staying for the holidays?"

"Yeah!" Sirius nodded.

"And why is that?"

"James is heartbroken in our dorm right now!"

"Why?"

Sirius scoffs, "Why? Why she asks!" He threw his arms up, "Because you rejected him! Honestly, woman!"

"I never rejected him!" You shot back, "I'm just confused!" 

Sirius halted, "Why are you confused?"

"'Cos James is constantly flirting with other girls. Like, all the time," You pouted, "How am I supposed to know if he actually likes me?"

"Well, I'm sorry for yelling at you," Sirius crossed his arms, "I'm going to go yell at him now."

You giggled as Sirius stormed off; Remus sat across from you.

He took a bite of his eggs before speaking, "You know, he probably didn't even realize he was flirting. James is quite dense."

You laughed a little "You're funny, you know?"

He held his fork up in agreement, "Hm, I guess I am quite funny."

"Don't let it get to your head."

"Oh, but darling, it already has," He took another bite of eggs.

Soon, Sirius returned; James was dragging his feet behind the boy.

"James," You greeted.

“Sorry, y/n,” He mumbled

It made you smile a bit, his head was hung, and he was staring at his feet, glasses sliding down his nose.

"Did Sirius yell at you?"

He solemnly nodded his head.

"Okay," You started, hiding a smile, "well, I forgive you." You smiled, "As long as you don't continue to do it."

He nodded again.

"So, my answer to your question is yes."

His head shot up, and his big goofy grin was slapped on his face, "Really?!"

"Yes, really."

here's a gold star for putting up with my shitty writing🌟

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[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #19

Riddle's Extremely Specific FOP Problems

Just came from looking at screenshots I'd saved of Dev, like these ones from "A New Dev-elopment":

I don't think I've said this yet, but the funny thing about Dev is that his hair reminds me of how I draw Happy Peppy Gary, who's been one of my main doodle muses since 2016. They both have ginger spikes:

This week I actually redesigned Gary's hair by letting it grow longer and more curly in the back, so I'll keep Dev's short in the back and only spiky in the front.

They have different skin and eye colors, etc., but it is funny that like, 6(?) years ago, I put Gary in a zipper hoodie.

I do a lot of traditional art, and I'm really gonna have to do a sketchpage nailing their designs down so they look different in pencil.

My current Gary design does have a spiral in his hair since I do that for all my witches, and I don't think that'll ever come up for Dev, especially if Dale Dimm really is Dev's ancestor - the one person who's extremely UNlikely to be a witch - so... there's that.

Some old Gary sketches where he IS in his Learnatorium clothes:

I feel like I could redraw any of these poses with Dev, lol. The freckles do a ton of heavy lifting here.

....... I've been writing Ed Leadly and Gary as rivals for YEARS and this is once again adding a cruel layer of irony to my "Ed Leadly as Dev's grandpa" situation.

Every time I see this kid, I see My Boy in him.

They are the same person to me...

The Haunting of Wells House

I like how Marcus keeps calling his daughter Hazelnut. It's cute. I'm glad to see him ready to hunt the "apartment ghost" he's been after since Episode 1.

Hooray for Cosmo and Wanda acting like neighbors!

I feel like they shouldn't be giving a horror movie to a child if they haven't seen it themselves and then walk back to their room, especially since their line of work is about trauma recovery (or at least... helping kids avoid hurt). They should know better than that.

I'm so glad you can see into their apartment from the hall. Literally nothing stops you or hides their magic stuff. You can just do it...

Marcus sniffing the video while fancy dinner music plays is my everything. They're BOTH silly.

I like how Cosmo and Wanda poofed up a TV for the apartment and included cobwebs and spiders on it. I guess that makes sense; they were giving Hazel a horror movie.

Ooh, ghostly lightning spirit of the actress trapped in the video?

Hazel has learned nothing from her last experience of wishing to be part of a TV show. She's 10.

Wait, so... Cosmo and Wanda can hear Hazel's casual wish from across the hall? And poof over?

Uh, maybe we don't tell that to Dev, who just flipped out last episode when Peri didn't show up despite Dev whisper-calling for him when Vicky was putting him to work...

She... Also, I can't believe Marcus left his daughter under a heavy machine for 4 hours.

So far, our only canon fairy death fits the OG series' implied canon that only non-magical items can kill Fairies [i.e. "magic doesn't affect magic" from "Abra-catastrophe"], so I like that.

I don't have much to say. Pepper seems interesting I suppose, and I can probably have her be a friend of Blonda's in 'fic.

I enjoy Jorgen grumpily cleaning up magic messes. That feels right.

... Unclear if Jorgen is keeping a bunch of fairies locked in the basement or if he just has a shelf full of similar-looking items.

[iheartz4starzz]

"ੈ✩₊˚ OPPOSITES ATTRACT~

"ੈ✩₊˚ — 15! dazai x fem! reader (royal au)

SYNOPSIS: Prince Dazai is bored as he sits in the royal garden. His curiosity peeks when he hears a rustle in the tree leaves. Who might that be?

NOTE: first one shot, and i've been distracted for more than 5 times. enjoy this mess of a one shot. <33

AFTER DIPPING HIS pointer and middle finger into the cold waters of the architectural fountain in the royal gardens, he then drew little doodles with his damp fingers on the concrete ledge. Prince Dazai sighed in dismay as he picked up his head and looked around the beautiful garden, observing the abundant and fragrant flowers that had just bloomed as it swayed with the springtime breeze.

Although the enjoyment of plants and other forms of nature were pleasing to guests who came to visit, it wasn't enough to satisfy the boredom of the prince.

Much to the Dazai's boredom, his curiosity was struck when he heard a rustle in the large oak tree, which made a few leaves gracefully fall from the branches and onto the grass. Dazai picked up his head and gazed at the tree, spotting to find if there was a small critter in the branches.

Dazai did not see anything, but yet the trees leaves kept shaking, peeking his curiosity. The prince had decided to walk towards the tree and investigate further. When Dazai looked up into the trees leaves and branches, he tipped over and stumbled onto the healthy green grass with a small gasp when a girl about his age dropped down from the branches, startling him unintentionally.

"Oh, hiya Prince Dazai!" The girl greeted her prince with a bright smile and waved at him, a slight warmth growing on her cheeks from being active.

Dazai gazed at the girl in front of him that somewhat acted like an animal in his opinion. [E/c] eyes and [s/c] skin that had specks of dirt sticking to her cheeks, [h/c] hair that was tied into a ponytail and had a few leaves sitting in it, and not to mention the dirty clothes that she was wearing, which did not seem to be sewn with the finest material.

Dazai could easily tell this girl was a peasant, a commoner. Or in a more positive way, a residence from the village.

Compared the newly dubbed peasant girl, Dazai was much more cleaner and had clothing that was obviously skillfully sewn with the finest material in the land.

The prince's eyebrows furrowed at the girl who acted so casual with him. Who does she think she's talking to? As a lady, she should act more respectful with proper etiquette towards the prince who is next in line to the throne of the kingdom.

Dusting himself off, the prince stood up tall and cleared his throat. "What are you doing here in the royal garden... peasant?" he asked, hesitating in a way as he looked at the girl in a judgmental way. "A lowlife commoner like you wouldn't be in an elegant place like this."

The girl pulled herself back up onto the branch so she was sitting upright and jumped down, landing in front of the prince with a crunch from the leaves under her feet. "I help my mother with cleaning in the palace. But since she doesn't need my assistance right now, she suggested to go explore in the gardens!"

Dazai hummed in response and held his hands behind his back, seeing that the girl didn't take his insult personally. "I see, so you're the maids daughter. And how may I address you, miss peasant?"

"The name's [Name]!" [Name] exclaimed in a pep tone, raising her hand up as if she was called on the teacher to introduce herself to the classroom. [Name] then stuck out her hand, expecting for the prince to shake her hand.

Before [Name] could speak up again, her [e/c] eyes widened in surprise, a pink hue of blush spread across her cheeks, and a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she watched as Dazai took her hand gently, raising it up to his lips and placing a light kiss on the back of [Name]'s hand.

"W-What are you doing?!" [Name] yelled in a flustered way, snatching her hand back and holding it, as if Dazai gave her hand a disease.

Dazai raised an eyebrow and dropped his arm, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "Just a gesture of politeness, is it not? To kiss a ladies hand when you greet them? That's what my etiquette instructor had explained to me."

[Name] looked down at the back of her hand where Dazai had kissed it and blushed, laughing awkwardly and giving the prince a crooked smile. [Name] rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment, understanding how differently her and Dazai were taught how to greet one another.

"Ah, I see..." [Name] trailed off and averted her gaze away from Dazai. "Sorry, it's just that people in the village usually greet each other with a friendly handshake!"

[Name] gazed back at the prince and smiled brightly, taking his hand and connected it with hers, then shaking it positively. The prince blushed at the sudden actions of the peasant girl who acted so kind and casual with him. Her burst of energy overwhelmed Dazai, but oddly made him feel comfortable with her.

Dazai nodded in response to [Name]s explanation, retracted his hand, and dusted it off. "Uhm, right. Changing the subject, may I ask for your age, miss [Name]?"

"I'm 14!" [Name] beamed with a bright smile. "By the way, you don't need to call me miss. It makes me feel old," [Name] giggled lightly to herself.

"Understood." Dazai firmly spoken and rubbed his arm, his gaze falling to floor, unsure about what to say next.

"So... do you wanna be friends?" [Name] suggested out of the blue in such a nonchalant way. Dazai's eyes widened to [Name]'s request. It had been a very long period of time in which Dazai had a real friend. Ever since his mother had died from an illness, his father prohibited Dazai to go outside of palace grounds since then.

Hesitantly after a moment of thinking, Dazai answered [Name]. "Sure..."

[Name] squealed in excitement and was just about to attack Dazai in a bone crushing hug when she heard a voice call out for the princes name. [Name] looked over Dazai's shoulder, spotting one of his many butlers searching for him.

"Oh, it's Hirotsu..." Dazai mumbled to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He then sighed and walked towards his butler.

"Ah, Master Dazai. Your father is requesting for your presence." Hirostu informed Dazai with a slight bow in respect. Dazai nodded and followed Hirotsu to the palace large doors. Before Dazai entered, he gazed over his shoulder, waving to [Name] before walking inside. [Name] smiled back at Dazai and returned his wave, although it was more energetic than his.

As Dazai walked with Hirotsu through the palace halls, you could only notice a faint smile tugging on the corner of his lips. Perhaps the prince grew a fondness towards the commoner who's called [Name].

And so the story begins of a friendship (or maybe more?) of the prince and the peasant girl. Dazai, who has been confined in the palace walls most of his life with the addition of more grand, rich, and lavishing lifestyle, and a stoic, blunt personality. [Name], who has lived in the village her whole life and struggles to help provide with her mother. Despite the dirt on her shoes, her energetic and happy personality could always keep Dazai and others hopeful and entertained.

Although the two are complete polar opposites, they say that opposites attract, am I right?

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

Don’t judge me!! I have an itch that needs scratching but Ghostface! Kirk stalking reader for weeks and finally decides to make a little visit. A little somnophilia? CNC maybe?? Idk all I think about is Ghostface Kirk breaking into the house and taking what he needs :(

yesyesyesyes

this is...an amazing ask

cws: stalking, dubcon, panty stealing, you can't have ghostface without his knife :3, that being said, some knifeplay, somno, choking kink, bondage

The office you worked at. Your gym. Your relatives' houses. He had been everywhere you had. He had been documenting your life for weeks; 7 and 4 days, to be exact. Hundreds of photos, unsent letters, and other paraphernalia littered his desk. His obsession with you began when he saw you in the record store on 5th. You were wearing casual clothes; sweatpants and a Hendrix tee. A claw clip barely held your hair together. Your Converse, falling apart at the seams and littered with various sharpie doodles. What caught his eye though, where your necklaces. 3 or 4 hung at various points down your chest. His first thought was how easy it would be for him to use them to choke you, winding the chains around his fist and yanking. Making you gag and splutter, only breathing when he allowed you to. He followed you home that day, a fixation festering deep within his heart.

Thats how he came to this point: staring at you through the sheer curtains that hung in your living room window. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he took a mental note of your every move. It was at least midnight before he saw you stand, set your dishes by the sink, and vanish into your hallway. He crept through the bushes lining the house and made his way to your bedroom window, pulling out the panties he had stolen from you a week ago. You were making your weekly grocery trip, accidentally leaving your door unlocked. He remembered rifling through your underwear drawer searching for the perfect pair. A pair of boyshorts caught his eye, black, with red seams. He twisted the fabric between his fingers before bringing them up to smell them. Lavender fabric softener. Too bad.

As you change into your pajamas, he subconsciously lowers his arm, grinding against your underwear. He gasps as the plastic ends of the strings on his pants dig into his erection, almost moaning aloud. He continues rubbing himself, but never takes himself out. He enjoys the ache, the want. He braces himself with a hand beside your window, his hips moving on their own. He knows he can't cum like this, but it gives him a rush, humping his hand like it's your cunt. He'll get the real thing soon enough. He sobers up long enough to slowly slide your window open, carefully climb through the frame, and make his way over to your bed without stepping on a loose board. It took all his willpower to not take you right then and there. It was the middle of summer, demonstrated by your skimpy clothing and lack of covers. He crept onto your bed, straddling your hip. He took a deep breath and slipped his Ghostface mask over his face. He started to grind on your thigh in time with your breathing, leaning to down to nose at your neck. He couldn't resist himself. He flicked his tongue just below your ear and caught a taste of sweat and what must've been your body wash. He nearly came at your taste alone, shuddering and gasping for air as he humped your thigh faster.

He could hear you mumble, stopping him instantly. How could he be so careless? Even in his dazed state, he remembered your restraints. He dug into his back pocket for the 2 sets of handcuffs he had brought. He leaned forward once again, knees digging into the mattress. The sudden shift caused you to wake, your groggy peripheral catching a shadow above you. You didn't have time to scream, he caught onto you immediately. A hand slammed over your mouth as you heard a click above your head. You looked to see your left hand in handcuffs, and your right in his grasp. You thrashed wildly, almost shoving him off the bed.

"Oh baby. You ain't gettin rid of me that easy."

Your eyebrows knit together, your eyes wide with fear. You stopped moving, recognizing him as the man you caught staring at you in the record shop a month ago. You had smiled at him, hoping he had just zoned out or something. He had given you an awkward grin and left, leaving you to speculate on what the hell kind of interaction it was. You had your answer. Your looked him up and down and found an oddly familiar piece of fabric dangling from his front pocket. Your underwear. He had been in your house before. The thought terrified you. He had been watching you for god knows how long. And you had no clue. Not until his face was a foot away from yours.

"You and I," click "are gonna have some fun, sweetheart." The second cuff locked you in place, holding fast.

You attempted to kick him off you, but instead got a razor-sharp knife to your jugular.

"Ah-ah baby. Be a good girl and stay still."

"Oh, nothing to say? 'Cause you seemed dead set on waking the whole neighborhood a minute ago."

"I-I'm sorry."

"You better be. Teasing me for 7 whole weeks, sweetheart. Going out in those slutty outfits to meet below average men. The sex wasn't even that good, baby."

Seeing no other option than to play his game, you responded with a "How'd you know?" You feared the answer, knowing what he was going to say.

"Those calls to... Ally? Or Alex. Wasn't really paying attention to her. Was a little more focused on why the fuck you thought any of those men where worth it."

Gulp. "Ally. I don't know w-why I liked them. They were rude and terrible in b-bed. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Close. I wanna hear why you're not with me. I'm not perfect but I'm a fucking gentleman compared to those apes. And baby. I'll make you scream."

In one swift move, he leaned back and pulled your shorts off, revealing your choice to go commando to beat the heat.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this. Ready for me to fuck you unconscious. Ready to tear that tight cunt open. Is that right?"

Your eyes watered, your throat hurt from trying to swallow a sob.

"y-yes."

Fuck! What the hell was that?

"That's right, angel."

To his dismay, your thinly chained necklaces had broken in your struggle, but it gave him a different opportunity. He laid a hand on your knee, pushing your legs open. He kneeled in between your thighs, and, using a hand by your shoulder to brace himself, leaned over you, his hand snaking up to your neck and his erection resting on your core. You could feel each other throbbing through the fabric of his sweatpants and the cotton of your panties. He stared at you, watching your meager attempts to free yourself, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip all the way down to your collarbone.

He started to grind against you, his hand squeezing tighter. Every other thrust, the cloth would hit your clit just right, and you would whimper, desperate for attention.

"p-please!"

He grinned before undoing his sweats, maneuvering out of them before pulling his length out, pulling the waistband of his boxers just down far enough so it wasn't digging in. Moaning at just feeling of his hand, he pulled the crotch of your panties aside, touching the pad of his pointer finger to your clit soaking the digit in your arousal.

"Go ahead, taste it, angel."

He brought his finger up to your mouth, and you welcomed him.

"That's the taste of a girl who doesn't want to admit she enjoys being raped."

You nearly cried as you realized the weight of his statement.

Leaving you no time reflect, he slammed into you, tired of waiting. Your scream drowned out his moans, your throat nearly collapsing as he held you down by your windpipe. He set a brutal pace, barely giving you time to breathe as you came within the first 5 minutes. His other hand found his knife again and carefully traced the stretch marks and freckles littering your stomach and hips, digging in the slightest bit when one of you would cum. By morning, you had a sore throat, what felt like hundreds of hickies, and several scars. You were drifting back to sleep when your phone buzzed. No caller ID, but you could guess who it was.

so, you like scary movies?

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uuuhbhhhhhhh yeah this one kinda sucks ass but i feel bad for not doing shit on this platform for like a month so here come get your garbage 😀👍

[coqxettee]

How to be Coquette in Spring 🐣🌸

How to be the girliest, coquette forest fairy, in bloom for the Spring season 🍃🧚‍♀️💌

Wake up early every Spring morning. Everything is in bloom! Read a light hearted book in bed. Open your window to smell the fresh air and flowers if your lucky like me and live in the countryside! If your in a city, go for a walk! Have a shower, do your skincare and make a healthy, Spring breakfast. Maybe some fruit with all the fresh colors now the weather is warming up? 🍓🍉

Wear floral print everything! (Especially in Springtime) 🌷 Pick an airy, fairy light outfit. But make sure it’s still warm incase it gets chilly and there are any April showers 🌧 Some Coquette Spring clothing essentials are (milkmaid tops, Mary Janes, floral dresses, pretty skirts, cardigans, flower crowns, satchels, light-knit sweaters, crochet items 🎀)

School or work can be boring. But Spring makes everything better 💐 Walk to school/work if you can and listen to Lana. Make your notes look pretty with some pretty flower doodles, leaf drawings or add flower pressing to your school books/journals. Wear flowers in your hair to school, make daisy chains at break/lunch. Bring in some Spring treats for your friends to enjoy. Maybe buy a new floral backpack and add some pretty flower charms to it, also invest in some pastel highlighters/stationary for Spring. Put some Spring stickers on your headphones/water bottle🌼

Go on a picnic. This is literally the perfect time of year to as the weather is getting warmer. Take a pink, gingham picnic blanket with you and go and have fun! Take some pictures for Instagram and you could even decorate a pretty cake to bring with you 🎂

Do some Spring baking. Heart shaped cookies, cupcakes, pastel rice crispie nests, jam envelope’s, cherry pie, the list is endless. You could also bring these sweet treats on your picnic! 🍰💌

Have a tea party. By yourself or with friends. You could go vintage shopping for some beautiful china teacups/tea sets. Bake scones, but biscuits and pretty sweets like marshmallows, party rings, bon-bons and macaroons. Buy a selection of Tea’s and dress up elegantly. Decorate your table with a pink tablecloth and add pretty decorations all around. Wear silk, lacy gloves too, so you look like a Spring princess sipping her tea 🍵🎀

Do some flower pressing 🌸

Buy anything that is “ditsy floral” print and anything that is Bunny themed 🐰

Have a yellow, pink, cream, beige and baby blue wardrobe all throughout this time of year 💝

Go on long Spring walks. Even if you live in a city. You can take pretty photos and see wildlife as you walk ⛅️

Wear flowers or bows in your hair everyday to really emulate Spring through your outfits. Wether they be casual or classy at all times 🪷

Have a new Spring scent. There are so many floral scented perfumes, and you could correlate one for this season. Then whenever you smell that scent again, you will be reminded of Spring 🌷

Buy a pink raincoat and umbrella to splash in April shower puddles. Take some cute photos with them for Instagram and put a “rainy day” quote as the caption💦💗

Don’t forget to indulge in sweet treats. Especially because it has been Easter. Now winter comfort food is out the way, Spring is a very sweet and refreshing time of year. Treat yourself and venture out of your comfort zone with some yummy looking new pastries or sweets from another country. (I love Japan’s sweets soooo much!) 🍡

Make a new “Coquette Spring playlist” or just add mine to your library 😋 ⬇️🌸

Read light hearted novels or fantasy children’s hooks, outside on sunny days. 📖

Have a “Coquette Spring” movie marathon. Cinderella (2015), Marie Antionette, Tangled, Pride & Prejudice and A room with a view are all beautiful and visually aesthetically pleasing movies to watch this time of year 🌸

And that’s it! I hope you have the most beautiful Spring ever and have fun frolicking around in fresh, sweet meadows, in pretty silk dresses from morning till noon 🌷🐰

- Kellen

[bloodonmysqueegee]

Ok I'm gonna do a bit of a tangent here:

Superior Spider-Man is coming back. Here's some things I'd love to happen, as well as some general predictions :]

(Here's some doodles to start)

We still don't know the time period of when this volume will be like if it's in the past or not, but I'm going to assume it's in the present timeline.

Predictions:

The way he'll be brought back will be some contrived bullshit. There's honestly no other way to do it aside from maybe a scenario where he comes back as a multiverse variant, but I don't think they're gonna do that. (I don't really mind, things happen, but still)

He'll get at least one change to his suit. Even if it's something subtle like changing the eyes from black to white in vol 2 (not saying they should, but I think it'd be cool to see them cook up a new alt. costume)

His story will have something to do with the multiverse stories that Slotts also been writing at the time (I haven't read those so I can't say if they're good or not, but either way adding superior to anything tends to bring more interest anyway)

What I want:

For Superior to be brought back as a separate entity from current comic doc ock (would he probably be brought back in some bullshit way? Yes.) But imagine the story potential that could have! Also it would potentially save superior from being erased again

For him to have a down to earth conversation with 616 Peter. PLEASE. Just let them talk about their problems, they share so much with eachother! Let Peter confide in him about the bullshit stories he's been in.

Superior is self aware of the current state of spiderman books and how much of an ass pull his vol 2 death was

ACKNOWLEDGE SPIDERGEDDON PLEASE (SUPERIOR HAD A FRI E. ND IN THAT ARC AND HIS NAME IS 1048 PETER)

Allow him and Anna Maria to remain platonic! They were lovely to see as friends in vol 2, I don't really want them to be romantic together though, give us some good platonic bestie rep

Allow superior to be in other media now that he's back! Crossovers! Go nuts! He's such an interesting character to bounce off of.

LET HIM BE HAPPY. GIVE HIM A BREAK. Have him sit down with a coffee in casual clothes and acknowledge that yes, he is doing better

Stuff I REALLY want (but won't happen)

Superior goes back to e-1048. Even if it's for one issue. I know I'm insane for those two, but we really need more content of them. Hell, have him move away from 616 to get away from his past life troubles and live in 1048 with someone that enjoys his company.

Superior gets a moment to just relax. Let the man sleep. I need a panel of him napping or relaxing.

ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HE HAS GROWN AND CHANGED. Yes, there's room for improvement, but he was a generally good person in vol 2 and I don't want them to forget all his development please PLEA

And most importantly: this new arc better not end with him dying or getting erased again or I'll lose I'll hope in humanity.

[lndsarchive]

World Underneath - 03 Bouquets and Dirges

01. Emerald Vines | 02. Wedding | 03. Gardenia | 04. Lament | 05. Bouquet

01. Emerald Vines

"This one is for Talia."

On the trellis are emerald-colored vines. Rafayel holds one of them. Soon, this garden full of exotic plants will be the place where Talia and her lover will hold their wedding. "Not bad. It matches the design of the necklace I gave her."

The garden's owner, Charles, is a jewelry designer. He enjoys gardening in his spare time and has done conservation work for endangered plants and animals. This is how he had met Rafayel.

"Choosing flowers is a psychological experience," Charles says. "It's a process akin to someone trying to understand another person."

"Really?" Rafayel draws a series of random lines on a sheet of paper. "I chose them based on the impression they gave. It doesn't sound as cool."

"People have also said that giving flowers to a lover is a surefire way to their heart." Charles remembers a girl he caught a glimpse of in Rafayel's photo album. "If you ever want to do that, you're welcome to pick any flowers from my garden."

"Stop reading stuff from those weird articles." Charles shrugs and responds with a helpless smile after being teased. He walks back through a path that's adorned in a faint, floral fragrance.

When he returns, he hears a conversation between Rafayel and Talia.

"Are you really not going to attend? It's my wedding."

"Nope."

The aloof artist continues to doodle. His phone is on speaker, and his responses are quick and simple. If Charles wasn't doing a commission for Talia's wedding, he would've believed Rafayel.

"But I've finally found someone I like."

"You said the same thing last time."

"And how long ago was that? Why are you so stingy with your blessings?"

"I blessed you when you made the pact. Any more would be pointless."

"What do you mean? Not everyone is as lucky as you…"

"I'm hanging up."

Rafayel ends the call and hands the sketch in his hand to the jewelry designer.

The once chaotic lines are now an elegant yet fancy bouquet. A pencil may not be able to display any color beyond black, but Charles can still imagine the blue that Rafayel chose earlier.

He carefully takes the sketch and hands over the necklace design. "This is from the plan we previously agreed upon. The gemstone is Talia's favorite and matches the color of her wedding dress—"

Before he can finish his sentence, they hear Talia's laughter from Rafayel's phone. Rafayel's expression changes as he realizes the call is still going.

Talia sounds even happier than before. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me! I'll be waiting. See you then!"

The call actually ends this time.

Charles chuckles and ignores Rafayel's annoyance. "There's no point in hiding it if you're going anyway."

He points out a few modifications about the gemstone setting to Rafayel. "You put a lot of care into the details. I'm sure my plan will be harshly criticized."

Rafayel lowers his gaze and doesn't reply. Charles thinks he's maybe thinking about his lover. Sensing that Rafayel has no intention of responding, he changes the conversation topic to the necklace's color scheme.

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02. Wedding

Passing through the archway decorated with emerald vines, Rafayel reaches the central fountain. The relaxed atmosphere in the garden makes him sigh, even though it's what he had expected.

He picked out two suits for today. But after a few minutes, he ended up not wearing either. Instead, he chose comfortable, casual clothes suitable for dancing, which turned out to be the best choice. If Rafayel wore a suit, he would've been teased by Talia, the same person who's wearing a simple dress and dancing barefoot on the grass.

"He's too plain. If he fell into a pond, let alone the sea, no one would be able to find him…"

"Our Talia is the most dazzling pearl in the ocean. If you can find her, wouldn't you be able to find him too?"

At a small round table, a group of Lemurians are whispering to each other. Rafayel turns to see a familiar face he hadn't seen since "the disaster." He cheerfully plays an ancient Lemurian instrument, a happy melody flowing from his moving fingertips.

"Thank your friend for me. His garden is beautiful," Talia says to Rafayel after she makes her way through the crowd to him. "He was kind to let us hold the ceremony here." Rafayel's gaze shifts to the man not far away from Talia. "He doesn't mind?"

"He likes whatever I like," she says. She spins around in front of him. Her flared skirt twirls, making her look like a graceful, swimming fish. "He designed this for me. It's pretty good, right?"

"It suits you." Rafayel chuckles, recalling Charles's words. The process of choosing flowers for someone is also a process of understanding that person. Maybe the same applies to designing clothes.

He's silent for a few seconds. He drinks his wine and pushes the empty cup back onto the table. "Raymond is dead."

"…"

Talia takes a deep breath, a smile blooming on her face. "Then we can all get a good night's sleep for now."

"Yeah, for now."

She understands the emphasis Rafayel put in his words. Crossing her arms, her gaze wanders over the singing, dancing, and chatting people. "Guess you don't want fleeting happiness."

Rafayel subtly turns away. To avoid Talia, he inevitably has to look at the guests attending her wedding.

Almost all the familiar and unfamiliar Lemurian survivors are present. The music is harmonious, and the singing is rich, but every smile seems to be covered with a gray veil. Then he hears Talia's melodious voice again. "I'm getting married not because I've forgotten the past, but because I want to live in the present… Look at every Lemurian here. They're all looking for an anchor, a reason to live. I've found mine, and others have found theirs," Talia says. Her eyes lock onto Rafayel.

"But there are still those who don't realize how important it is to have an anchor."

Rafayel shakes his head. "Lemuria is more important."

"Lemuria will always be important." Talia puts down her glass, looking serious. "But what about you? When your own heart is devouring you, is there anything that can pull you back? Can you really let her go?"

The light in Rafayel's eyes dims at her last question. "Rafayel, have you ever thought about your own wedding?" He's silent for a while. Then he takes off the boutonnière from his chest, places it on the table, and turns to leave the bustling scenery that doesn't belong to him.

"No."

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03. Gardenia

"Freedom, happiness, and rebirth."

Charles hangs the shovel back on the tool board, nodding at the light yellow gardenia Rafayel has been staring at. "That's what it means in the language of flowers. Are you giving it to someone?"

"A relative's daughter." Rafayel stands under the courtyard door's eaves, tilting his head to observe the flower's petals. "Can you tell me what it means again?"

"People believe it represents freedom, happiness, and rebirth. I highly recommend it for the opening ceremony for the school year or a birthday party."

"I'll take it." Rafayel returns the sample to Charles and walks past him. "Help me arrange a bouquet. I'll take it to her funeral. Her father can no longer give her flowers."

"…Funeral?"

Charles stops counting his tools and makes a mistake on his paper. "Wouldn't that be a bit…"

"It's fine," Rafayel says. "Based on what you told me, it's suitable for a funeral too."

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04. Lament

Rafayel crosses the courtyard as it's bathed in a golden glow. He walks through the corridor where Raymond's glorious deeds are being played on a loop on a digital screen. Then, he arrives at Raymond's house.

Raymond's funeral is being held in the living room. At the entrance, the butler mechanically takes the condolence money from the mourners. He looks stiffly and professionally ahead until Rafayel passes him. He narrows his eyes and quickly sizes Rafayel up, seemingly surprised by his presence.

Rafayel ignores these malicious glances and walks straight to the center of the hall where the glass fish tank is placed. He pauses for a second or two in front of the mermaid skeleton inside, then turns to Raymond's coffin and stands with the others.

"Mom, this is so boring. We were supposed to be on vacation in the Arctic!"

The child's voice echoes clearly in the hall. Her innocent comment makes the parent cover the brat's mouth in embarrassment, quickly returning to a sorrowful expression after flashing an apologetic smile.

After all, she had yet to secure the inheritance she wanted.

When it's Rafayel's turn to mourn, he steps forward. He leans over the coffin and places the carefully selected gardenias on it, making sure its most beautiful side faces the fish tank.

In the midst of all the black and white, this bright yellow bouquet is the only burst of color.

He clasps his hands together and closes his eyes. At a barely noticeable angle, he aligns himself with the bouquet, silently reciting a eulogy.

A familiar song begins.

Talia stands at the very front of the hall, singing a dirge. Rafayel opens his eyes. The dazzling sunlight passes through the fish tank, and the skeleton inside silently gazes at the sky in a forever-frozen pose.

He knows who Talia is singing for, just as she knows who Rafayel came here for.

"Murderer! You murderer!"

As Rafayel is about to leave, an elderly woman suddenly pushes through the crowd. She rushes out of the hall, pointing at his retreating figure and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"My boy was only thirty-nine! It was supposed to be a time for rebirth, a fresh start. But he died because of a stupid, frivolous painter! A painting that doesn't make any sense! Rafayel! You killed my son!"

Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the reporters' cameras instantly surround him. The mourners in the darkened hall look on, excited, yet they also carry the right amount of regret. No one steps forward to intervene. The child who wants to go on an Arctic vacation watches with interest, standing on her tiptoes to take a lollipop from her mother.

How sad… With her son dead, the anchor that held her up was taken by a dark tide. Rafayel calmly looks around the room full of cameras and leaves.

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05. Bouquet

Another week passes. Rafayel slips away from his uninspiring new work and Thomas's repeated nagging to visit Talia in a small house in Verono. Talia is admiring a dress. It's one among countless other dresses that her new husband had designed for her. It's entirely black with just a stroke of white. Talia points at the black part of the dress. "He said this is him." Then she points at the white. "And this is me. What do you think? Interesting, right?"

Rafayel pours himself a glass of water and takes a sip without looking. "Has he ever designed a wedding dress?"

"What do you mean?" Talia raises an eyebrow, then she smiles. "No. But if you want to commission him, I can help you get a family discount."

When Rafayel leaves, Talia tosses him a small bouquet of flowers. He turns and catches them.

"I wanted to toss the bouquet to you that day, but you left early. This was what I had left." Rafayel looks down at his hand. An unknown flower sits in his palm, reminding him of someone.

On his way back, he sees many familiar faces among the Verono street performers. Those people stand amidst music, color, and dancing bubbles. They smile at him. Rafayel remembers what Talia said at the wedding. Everyone was looking for an anchor. It's why they're still here.

He waves back, hoping they can make their dream come true. Then he turns around and goes home.

[sanchoyoscribbles]

have a collection of arc v doodles I did while ive been binging it!! i just got to ep 100 a while ago and i've been enjoying it :) this is mostly silly stuff and me trying to figure out how I want to draw the charas!

including: my 3 favs so far, my headcanon that the lancers all start getting reiji VERY silly earrings as gifts for holidays/special occasions but he wears them completely seriously. (aka he has canonly pierced ears and I NEED more ppl to take advantage of this in fanworks), me wanting sora and shun to be a lil silly and interact more, and finally, au where all the charas lean into their deck themes like WAY harder to stand out more as entertainers and have special costumes they wear while dueling outside of just their normal casual clothes (aka excuse for me to do silly little redesigns)

[katygorl]

Calida: 🌊🍪🌱🌲🗡️⚔️🧶☕️💝🧠💭⚡️☔️

🌊 Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Not really. The closest she has to having a "repressed" desire is her putting her dream of establishing her own seamstress business on hold, but other than that, she doesn't have many big desires she is keeping secret or repressed.

🍪 What are their favorite scents?

Maybe a given, but she loves the scent of a fire or wood burning. She is used to it coming from the Fire Nymph Tribe, but it is always a comforting scent that brings back memories from her earlier years.

🌱 Share one of this oc’s early memories.

One of her earliest memories was her parents always reading to her. Since they are pacificists much like her, they always encouraged her to pursue calmer activities than what most of the tribe gets up to. This early memory and fondness for reading is a major underlying reason why she enjoys her work with Warlord Cole in transcribing books for the tribe, as she wants for other fire nymphs to find the simple joy and relaxation from reading that she experienced.

🌲 Do they have a favorite location to hang out in?

Her studio room. She just recently got it set up, but she always finds herself hanging out in there the most on her days off or whenever she needs time to destress. Since she has slowly started getting back into her seamstress work on the side, she spends a lot of time in there planning out designs and trying to bring them to life.

🗡️ Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Her signature objects/weapons would be her giant knitting needles. She first received them on her 13th birthday, and they are enchanted with fire/lava flowing through them to help her in channeling her magic easier. Since she is mostly non-combative she usually wears them to keep her hair up, but she has used them on occasion as actual weapons when needed. Since she has been learning defensive combat lately, she has been using them as actual weapons a lot more and hopes to continue developing her skills with them.

⚔️ How does this oc handle conflict?

In the past, she would do everything to avoid conflict. Since she is more of a pacifist type, and since her near-death experience as a child, she generally tried to stay out of any situation in which conflict would occur, which sometimes is difficult with the largely combative nature of the tribe. In recent times since she has started taking up defensive combat lessons though, she has been slowly building up her confidence and skill set to face conflict head on when it happens. She still tries to avoid it as she prefers living a more peaceful life, but she knows it is better to address a problem rather than avoid it forever.

🧶 Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

Aside from making and fixing clothes, she has found herself dabbling in sketching, collaging, and scrapbooking lately. The sketching mainly comes from testing out some of her designs on paper before making them, as well as some casual doodles and drawings on occasion when she has time or inspiration. The collaging and scrapbooking has come more recently, after helping Warlord Cole transcribe and bring more books into the tribe. With some of the extra copies she gets to keep, she has been enjoying cutting out different images, words, and phrases to create different themed-aesthetic collages.

☕ What is their preferred beverage(s)?

A nice, calming tea. She is not the biggest fan of sweet beverages or alcohol, so a nice hot, unsweetened tea is her favorite go-to drink.

💝 How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

Surprisingly, despite her seamstress work she isn't super focused on her appearance. She still makes sure to be clean and look presentable, but most of the time she keeps more of a simple and casual fashion sense. That being said, she does enjoy wearing at least one statement piece with her outfits, usually in the form of vibrant and colorful shawls, and she will dress up a little more fancy for important events. The most effort she puts into her appearance is her hair, as she likes putting it up most often.

🧠 What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

Either flight or fawn. She mostly tries to avoid conflict or stressful situations by hiding from it when she can, but if she has to face it then she usually tries to appease the other person to avoid becoming involved in a bigger conflict.

💭 How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

Her mental health is okay. She does often deal with anxious thoughts and has troubles expressing her desires to others, which does have her feeling secretly down a lot. But, she does try expressing herself through journaling when she is not able to verbally, so she has her ways of handling it so it does not get too bad.

⚡ Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

Overly-sugary foods. Someone she knew when she was a child had such huge cavities and needed major dental work done, so she was always scared of eating too much sugar and ruining her teeth like that peer. She is also personally not the biggest fan of sugary-sweet foods beyond that, as they are just not in her tastes, so her fear does not bother her that much to have as she already tries to avoid those foods.

☔ How does this oc feel about rain?

She is not the biggest fan of rain, being a fire nymph. Most of the time she doesn't get to experience it so she has nothing to worry about, but the few times she does experience it she is all decked out in protective raingear and an umbrella to keep herself as dry as possible.

[unmotivatedartistry]

GUYS. GUYS. I GOT COOL HEADCANON IDEA

Connor got really into sewing/crocheting/making clothes/that stuff after the revolution because a lot stores were closed out of fear (or lack of staff) since they used androids and Connor wanted new clothes because he absolutely HATED. DESPISED his suit. Because it looks like shit and I also headcanon him having sensory issues so the material gave him a not-so-fun time with the feeling.

So, he started learning how to sew. He found spare fabrics here and there, and he started to practice. Turns out he found it very fun and also he could make some mad good designs. He started off just making little patterns or sewing together small little things to experiment with sewing, but after a while (not really, mostly a week) he was kinda awesome at it. So, he found some more fabric (probably bought it somewhere after making sure it's Connor Approved and not too. like. overwhelming? to feel? ykwim) and he finally sewed together some awesome kickass type uniform for work, and then some good clothes to go out in, and casual clothes.

So, basically, he started making his own clothes because he couldn't/(eventually) didn't want to buy clothes. And he was really good at it and enjoyed the process.

Afterwards he started playing around with other stuff like crochet and shit too. He still prefers finding fabric and sewing it together and seeing what he could do. (also mixing multiple mediums somehow. crocheting and sewing? might be chaotic to make work, but he'd find a way.)

He also started making clothes for other people (Jericho mostly because Markus saw his clothes, asked him where he got them, and was amazed at the fact he made them.) and other stuff fabric related. He made clothes, blankets, patches, sometimes even flags for when Jericho/someone was like "fuck digital flags" or wanted a physical one, and other shit (he made stuffed animals for Alice, specifically friends for her fox, and he also liked to crochet stuff a lot. He made a lot of crocheted flowers once and made them into a bouquet and they're still standing in a vase Hank bought for him as a joke on his drawer. Everyone who ever sees them asks who they're from, he always says "oh idk, RA9 gave it to me" as a joke and they freak out before Connor tells them he just made them lol)

Also, he started making patches a lot after he found out he could make them with embroidery or crochet when he was experimenting like "....can I do this" and turns out. He could. Anyways, he really liked designing these little patches, and then putting them on stuff. And once, he forgot to buy a gift for someone, so he just last minute made a cute little patch that was custom for them. They loved that patch and turns out he liked giving something custom to someone as a gift.

He made every single one of his friends custom patches that following night.

And he still makes a ton of them for his friends and hell, even acquaintances from the DPD or Jericho. Patches are his love language now. Hank has too many because Connor (like the son he is) makes him one every chance he gets since Hank just can't say no to his gifts. Also Sumo has one, and Connor stitched it onto his collar when Hank gave him the okay (Sumo first tried to eat it, so Connor took that as a 'he likes it!!')

Also some doodles to follow along this concept/idea:

and some patches

I'd do more but I'm too lazy lol. Anyway yeah

This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I just remembered about it so haha take it

[signedeclipse]

Omg I'm so glad to see someone doing demon slayer matchups- if your open could I get one? Romantic (demon and demon slayer results if thats ok!) and male results please! I'm a 5'0" girl with a grunge style, with poofy brown hair and bright green eyes, though my hair is usually covering them lol. I'm generally quiet, unless I'm comfortable around others, and then I get rowdy. I tend to space out a lot and fidget with my hands, and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I'm loyal and tend to get into fights over things I'm passionet about, and very stubborn when I think I'm right about something. With an f/o I'm very patient with things, and tend to give gifts or draw things for my other as a love language (i am not good with words). Drawing is a very big hobby of mine, though I tend to get frustrated when a doodle isn't going as planned. I tend to ramble a lot from time to time, not realizing how long I've actually been talking. A bit self consious about my laugh, so I tend to hide it a bit, whether just covering my mouth or stiffling a laugh at all. (Pls let me know if I missed anything or misread your inbox was open!)

You got…Muzan & Sabito!

Muzan knows passion unlike any other, passion is what drives loyalty, love, and devotion. He considers all these things to be what fuels his love for you, not only in that he is devoted to you, but he knows you would never give up on him.

He does not see humour in many things, but he does enjoy hearing your laugh whenever you are out together. You might laugh at how your styles differentiate; him always in fine attire but yourself in casual clothes, or after meetings with the demons, listening to them bicker. It calms him down, and has saved many humans and demons' lives from his wrath.

As much as he loves you, he can be a bit rough when he wants something from you. He would never hurt you, but he might squeeze too tightly or scare you. Thankfully for him, you seem to find his 'tantrums' amusing enough, and brush it off. Still, he tries to make up for it by bringing you back expensive drawing tools and clothes you might like.

His favourite drawing of yours is one you made of a blue spider lily held in his and your hands. He's used it as a study or example for many demons to find it, since you had put hours into replicating all the details from the many small images he's found.

Whether you become a demon or not is up to time, but Muzan would not turn you until you are dying because he wants you to feel the sun, and wants you to live the life you had before as much as you can.

Sabito, on the other hand, is always getting into altercations because of his to-the-point perspective on things. He doesn't like to dance around the point even if it means potentially hurting someone's feelings, and he appreciates that you are similar in that regard. Either fighting with him against someone, when you never give up and are sure they leave educated and all the wiser, or against him, you won't stop until there is a clear solution.

Because of this, your relationship is very healthy. You've both come to understand each other's needs to the details, and when something is bothering either of you it's solved the very same day. Sabito is very good at telling when something is wrong, too, so he usually puts a stop to anything you didn't like before you say it.

He appreciates that you talk a lot, because he never knows what to say or how to say it. Listening to you discuss topics of interest lets him spend time thinking about how he can add to the conversation, and has also made him a lot better at socialising since he's learnt so much from you.

I hope you like drawing, because Sabito wants you to draw a lot of things. He even writes a small request sheet of things he wants to mail to others or to have of the both of you. He hopes those drawings remain preserved, so that in the future people will know of the love he had for you.

Authors Note - This one is a bit longer to make up for both! I know these two are such opposite sbut at the same time both are so stubborn I think it works well! I hope you enjoy <3

[winterlinksandotherlinks]

I bring you: a new character for the Links Winter AU 

Hyrule's vibes are somewhere between 90’s Snufkin (the Moomins), and the Ratcather of Hamel (that one Grimm fairytale that’s just very fey)

Y'know what I mean?

(Thoughts + bonus doodle below)

I've been writing a section of Out of Time from Hyrule's POV, which means I've had to sit down and properly think about him as a character — which led me to watch walkthroughs of his games, which in turn led me to read about the LoZ Valiant Comics, and then to make the executive decision not to watch the cartoon(s), because a day only has so many hours

In the end, I decided to use the games as the base, selectively borrow some flavour from the Comics, and coat it all with some of the more general headcanons I've seen floating around

Cue, thoughts:

Hyrule was brought up by Arn and Medilia in Calatia;

as far as he knows, his father was a Hyrulean soldier who defected to save his son after his wife was killed in one of Ganon's attacks — the soldier was badly wounded and died shortly after handing Hyrule over to Arn and Medilia;

he left Hyrule with a leather cord with three silver pendants (a bunny, a sword, and an apple);

Hyrule wears the cord with the pendants as a necklace under his clothes;

he has a younger brother who is the biological son of Arn and Medilia;

Hyrule's trans (ftm) and took the name ‘Link’ during his first adventure — hasn't had any forms of surgery, but wears a custom-made leather binder;

during his adventures and encounters with fairies, he discovered that his mother was a Great Fairy whose Fountain was destroyed by Ganon;

during his second adventure and thereafter, Miff (a fairy from the Comics) helped him learn how to use his fairy magic;

he's not overly fond of the prophecy that says he'll become king of Hyrule, and avoids it (as much as he can) by travelling;

he stays in Calatia during the winter, and returns to Hyrule every spring;

frequently hangs out at Fairy Fountains, with random villagers (he tends to call himself ‘a Calatian traveller’ to avoid recognition), or small animals (the one in the illustration is a field vole, because field voles are adorable and I encourage you to look up photos of them if you’re having a bad day — it's worth it, I promise);

aromantic pansexual who enjoys casual one-night stands (derived from the Little Shop on the Hill AU by PiningforPines on Ao3);

Ambrosia Lite (if y'know, y'know);

the older he gets, the more difficult it is to accurately pin-point his age (has a ridiculously long life-span, too, because fae ancestry);

current protector of the Triforce;

cursed blood;

Fifty Shades of Green and Brown (might spruce it up with some leaf embroideries or flower embroideries if he has to be fancy);

hangs out with Aurora (Princess Zelda I, from his second adventure) whenever he's at the North Palace — they became close friends after she realises he’s part fairy, but she's still distrustful of men (Aurora doesn’t get all that much screentime in the game, which is what I’m going off of for her, but I think there’s a lot to unpack in what little we do know);

Aurora has a weird crush on him ('weird', because it's more of an obsessive attachment than deep affection, since she used to adore fairies before her curse) and firmly believes that he can return the world to what it used to be — Hyrule has picked up on the latter part (and is very uncomfortable with it), but is still oblivious to the first;

Dawn (Princess Zelda from the first game) is the current Queen of Hyrule (King Harkinian kicked the bucket not long after the end of Hyrule's second adventure), and while Hyrule is acquainted with her, their relationship is more formal than the one he has with Aurora — Dawn still attempts to teach him what she can of royal duties and mannerisms whenever he's around, to prepare him for whatever the future has in store;

Hyrule studies magic with Aurora, and they frequently try to create new spells (for better or worse — there’s only so much mayhem the Triforce of Wisdom can prevent);

he brings Aurora along to Miff's Fairy Fountain every Midsummer to celebrate with the other fairies;

y'know guides on How to Interact With the Fae? They apply to Hyrule (which is why he tends to give his friends nicknames, makes bad food on purpose, rarely gives gifts, rarely gives his own name, and considers his words well before speaking — just to avoid awkward situations);

and, as a side-note, A Link’s Guide to Fairy Etiquette by MonarchoftheCornFields was the excellent fanfic that opened my eyes to the true joys of fey Hyrule.

Do I have a set idea of who Hyrule's biological father was? Yes, yes I do

Bonus doodle of Hyrule's necklace: