#but I love him soooo much like an unbearable amount

[earl-grey-love]

Happy one year anniversary to Mephi and me!! I love him so much 🥺 It was over for me the second I saw him and honestly? I'm glad.

The ship took a long time to develop tbh, like I stayed in the closet about it for a while because I thought I'd lose interest and I didn't plan on making it "canon" (I used to only think of him x my si in AUs), but as we can all see it didn't quite go as I expected. The more I learnt about him the more I liked him and now we're here a year later.

He's special and he's silly and he's perfect and he's not going anywhere any time soon. Long live Meph!sto 💕

[whimsicalgoose]

ok ok I would like to bust down the sniperscout autism4autism bc its consuming me

sniper's autism: can only talk so much till he's genuinely exhausted (which isn't a lot). he doesn't find reason in emoting a lot unless the situation calls for it. for this reason, people don't really hang out with him except out of pity because he seems "lonely". in other words, ppl have always thought he's sorta boring. sniper got tired of humoring ppl who talked to him to make THEMSELVES feel better, so he just sorta. keeps to himself. its easier that way, and he enjoys it.

scout's autism: he has to talk and talk and talk and talk and be soooo funny so people will actually like him. unfortunately, this just drives people away and makes them think he doesn't know how to shut up. scout used to easily forget what he's said in conversation because he was too focused on keeping the other person's attention, but he's gotten better. after so long of basically getting his spirit broken throughout his childhood, he found it was easier to be loud/dickish on purpose. partially out of spite, partially because he was tired of seeing himself as the dweeb that couldn't make any friends.

even just platonically, they work out perfectly together. scout can talk about whatever the fuck he wants and sniper can just listen. and scout knows sniper doesn't think he's unbearable and that he's actually listening. and sniper knows scout isnt just doing it because he thinks sniper is all alone, its because he likes his company!!! and scout thinks sniper is literally the greatest person on earth for not shutting him out and even inviting him to just sit with him. and sniper thinks scout is the most understanding guy he's come across, ever, for not demanding too much of him.

(sniper feels bad that scout was ever treated like he was stupid just because he was forgetful and talked a lot. scout feels bad that sniper had to protect his peace so hard that he had to separate himself from his peers (scout wouldn't know what to do if he was alone))

anywho yeah I'm normal i love them an average amount. even if by some chance im not any sort of neurodivergent, i undoubtedly came across as an autistic kid when I was very young, considering how I was treated. i projected very hard on scout. i hope I didn't step on any other autistic ppls toes with this!

[stafyliaa]

"Miles it's me!"

Prowler!Miles x Spiderhero!Reader (gender neutral)

cw: angst,Jeff being funny,mentions of Jeff death (sorry it's earth 42 😭),tears,no comfort (maybe there will be on part two) "betrayal" and a big misunderstanding

Hii! This is my first time writing hehehe give me a chance and please be nice :D im gonna do a ending to this fic but it's gonna take a while

I'm more than happy to write requests so don't be shy!!

You are Miles lover..but you are also the friendly neighborhood Spider hero! While Miles is the Prowler! And the worst..you both didn't know that

But you never thought Prowler was a bad guy,he actually helped people too but- he kinda hates you for some reason

maybe he was jealous of the amount of popularity you have and how you are incredible strong and how your suit was soooo pretty so yeah,who cares about Prowler anyways? He's a douchebag

As for Miles..He is the best!!

He looks like he is trying to poop everytime with that "scary" face of him but he is really sweet and respectful boy

he respects your space and supports your decisions,he is great with gifts (handmade or purchased) and never fails to make you feel especial regardless of anything ♡

You were great friends with his family too! They love you! But, something happened

His dad was captain Morales,he passed away doing his job..being a hero without spider powers or something like that yeah good guy

You remembered that when he was alive he didn't liked the ideia of a masked hero around (another jealous man),but after some events you kinda "worked together" to protect the peace at the city

The Spiderhero and captain Morales protecting our dear Brooklyn! couldn't get better

he enjoyed talking about his son and you can't deny it was fun to see what Miles was like from his father's point of view

"My boy has a beautiful significant other,i consider them as my own child! You know? Don't tell anybody but i kinda get jealous on how much of attention my wife put on them cause like,does she like them more then me?!! That's unacceptable hmfp"

Yeah and things like that was really fun too

But that day you couldn't saved him

You tried.. But unfortunately it didn't worked

Miles was devastated..you felt so guilty every day for not being able to save his dad but you always comforted him whenever he need it and he is very grateful for that

If you thought you were nobody under your hero mask you are sorely mistaken! You are everything to Miles,you are his hero

it's been sometime since that happened and everything seems to be okay

Until now

It was a random night you were patrolling the city when you ended up realizing that you were close to where Miles lived

It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look would it?

But the last thing you expected to see was this

And this i mean

Prowler on the rooftop at Miles building

[•••]

What if he is planning to hurt Miles? You couldn't let that happen, could you?

You were ready to attack him sneakily but his mask came off

Curious to know who your unbearably annoying enemy is you decided to wait a while

Then..you saw him!Miles Morales was the Prowler,and he wasn't alone..Aaron was with him

You were surprised! Who wouldn't tbh

You decided to stay a little longer to see what he is going to do:

- Miles..we will finally catch that spider,i can feel it.- said Aaron

- Yeah,i can't wait for that Tio (uncle) Aaron

You noticed that Aaron seemed to be hesitant to tell Miles something,then he said:

- Look Miles,they.. could be anyone -you thought to yourself "does he know I'm the spider hero!?-

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm trying to say that - he hesitates one more time - don't forget why we are doing all this ok? Mi hermano (my brother) ..Your dad, está muerto (is dead) because that "hero" couldn't save him,they saved everyone but couldn't bother to save him and - Before Aaron could say more Miles interrupt him

- I know tio,don't worry - his mask returns to his face - esta noche(tonight)..I'm gonna kill that spider

You know what he said

You know what he is planning to do

Miles..the boy you love

Is going to kill you

[•••]

You are on the edge of the building

The only thing keeping you from falling is Prowler

He got his claws ready to kill you

Your heart is beating fast

"I don't want to die! I can't die yet! I don't want to get killed by him! Miles please!"you thought:

- Who are you?

- I... - he moves his claws closer to your face

With his claws he slowly takes off your mask

When he took the mask off you ,tears rolled down from your eyes

That look of fear and your watery eyes

Made Miles heart break

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

Miles thought

"Why is this happening?":

- Miles.. - you said whispering looking at him

Miles is feeling a lot of emotions

He is scared

He is angry

He is confused

And he is sad

Miles face is revealed

You see a tear fall down from his eye:

- Amor.. - you can hear by his voice that he is hurt

He don't want to do this,he can't do this!

But still

Miles doesn't let go of you:

- Miles..look i know why you are doing this! And i swear my love i really tried to save him!

"My love" he loves when you call him that,you always call him with so full of love on your voice that always make he feels warm

But is he feeling warm now that you are calling him? With so much despair trying to prove your point?

He close his eyes for a second and looked away as if he was trying to ignore you:

- Please! The fact that i couldn't save him still hunts me..Look at me Miles

He looked at you

More tears fall down from your eyes:

- The hardest thing about this job is that you can't save everybody..It took me a while to accept this but it's the truth

It took a while to accept this? That made Miles wonders if you even asked to be a hero at all

He loosens his grip a little

You wanted to tell him everything

How much it hurts you to be a hero

But you keep it to yourself:

- I know it hurts Miles,i know you want to kill me but please..Those people - you you looked around - they need me..let me do for them what i couldn't do for you

He moves his claws close to your face

You look deep into his eyes and said:

-Please..if you find a little sympathy in your heart.. forgive me for everything- you said honestly - I love you Miles

you shut your eyes and...

[•••]

Please be patient cause this fanfic will have a ending!! Thank you for reading ♡

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IM BORED. my top three farscape eps from each season::::::: looking at these i think season two has the best EPISODE concepts (it was hard choosing faves from that season bc i love so many) but season 4 is my favorite for just,,,,,,, the hecking Yearning + domestication in each episode but i dont particularly favor the episodes themselves 

Season 1:

through the looking glass - i always saw this ep as being the first completely filler ep that really felt like farscape with the crew all working together and having a VERY CUTE little laugh about it at the end. i love the vagueness of it, it’s not annoying or cliche??? and i’m particularly fond of the yellow moya scenes like rygel’s like “shall i disrobe so it will be memorable” is one of my fave lines from him.

a human reaction - mY TRASH. MYYYY TRASH. just one of those farscape eps that are so Abstract in concept, they are just Default Faves for me like Always haha. so many good little j/a crumbs, the kiss in this ep is one of my BIG FAVES, i love everything about that scene and the ones leading up to it. LOVE THE RAIN SCENE. it’s probably the very first time john is like ‘maybe Earth bad’ and,,, ‘maybe space girl Good’ and i love that thruline of the show. this ep stands soooooo far apart from the majority of season 1 for me.

nerve: the hidden memory - “THE RADIANT AERYN SUN.” stark isn’t unbearable in his debut episodes woah! i like him as a sad boy who isnt a plot device! love gilina, love her death (rip), love seeing how far john and aeryn have come since they’d last seen her, love aeryn and crais’s interaction in this episode like YES GIRL SLAY, love whenever aeryn has to juggle with feeling WEAK and having to put her big girl pants on to save her himbo, love any interaction between d’argo and aeryn LOVE THAT.

Season 2:

crackers don't matter - the DIALOGUE in this episode is Insane and i LOVE IT i think there are so many line deliveries in this ep that are so memorable and Iconic they all just live in my mind rent FREE. i wish the commentary for this episode wasn’t about the more practical aspects of it because UUUHUUH i genuinely would love to just Absorb the mindset behind it. GOD TIER FILLER. 

out of their minds - i am such a whore for body swap tropes it’s humiliating. another ep with a lot of iconic line deliveries! i love cb playing as john! love that for her! bb as rygel too is amazing i love all their stupid accent switching SO MUCH. love the skeksis love that they joke about them looking like skeksis because it’s jim henson and they can DO THAT. 

won't get fooled again - any time i think about this ep im like man how Opened Third Eye was it to have john just immediately be like “haha ok this is fake lmao” like it’s so SUBVERSIVE in what it does pretty much right off the bat in introducing the moya crew as “normal” humans. eps like these are just ALWAYS my faves in tv series because of how crazy they can get and this one does and i love it so much for that.

Season 3: 

scratch n' sniff - any time i get the moya crew on a pleasure planet or at a rave im like HELLO. :) I LOVE RAXIL she’s such a funky little freak. describing this ep is so weird its like Oh Yeah The Boob Juice Sucking One. JUST JOHN AND D’ARGO BEING BACHELORS, WHAT BLISS. i wish i got more john + d’argo shenanigans in this show ‘cause they are like such a fave together dynamically mwah mwah mwah. <3 

into the lion's den: wolf in sheep's clothing - its a little crazy how much i Hate the first half of this two-parter which is super PANDERY AND BAD and then the last half is like so Insane and such a good close for the season. EVERYONE’S SO MISERABLE. the scorp shots with the imploding ship and the water UGHGUGHUGH <33333 love aeryn in this love her trying to save the Peacekeepers, love JOHN, love the little scientist nerd who works under Scorp i forget his name WHOOPS he has a nice design. THE CRAIS + TALYN DEATH IS SO GOOD;;;; LOVE THAT FOR THEM;;;;; <3333

 dog with two bones - i think the fact that literally no other tv show has pulled THIS MESS off really speaks to the uniqueness of farscape and its ABILITY TO TELL ROMANCE??? theres so much in this that is just like WOWOWOWOW THIS EP IS SO GOOD. the part where they kill the rogue leviathan and rygel is celebrating on the comms and it transitions to aeryn Going Insane in her prowler over everything that’s happening. FIRE. the dog with two bones analogy UGHGUGHGUGH <333333 I LOVE THE AERYN > EARTH THRULINE WITH JOHN SO MUCH ITS JUST AT ITS PEAK HERE WHICH MAKES IT GREAT BY DEFAULT. the coin scene is SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD THE ENDING SCENE OF THIS EPISODE IS SOOOO GOOOOOD.

Season 4: 

john quixote - MY FAVE EP OF THE SERIES LOL. love the COSTUMING love the POP CULTURE REFERENCES love that its SEASON 4 love that we GET A ZHAAN CRAIS JOOL AND STARK CAMEO. another conceptually abstract episode so of course i love it lol. love the scene in the end with john and zhaan where he’s kinda a sad boy!!!!! actually funny story about this ep the first time i watched this i was in elementary school still, i grew up on this show this is my Nostalgia Baby series, and did not know what the word “porn” was so like for a very concerning amount of time i always assumed “porn” was an Alien Word and not a real word. BECAUSE LIKE, in context you see chiana holding up a Gooey Boy and going “and this? porn!” and that was all i had to go by the end.

crichton kicks - I LOOOOVE SAD JOHN. I LOVE HIM. I love the character beats we get out of a john that CHOSE THE GIRL over his home and instead of GETTING HER he is punished for it, losing his chance at BOTH OUTCOMES like mentioned in “dog with two bones” despite him having chosen One of the options and not both. love the introduction to 1812 whenever john gets a named thing i am like Yes. :~) my boy, my little man. he’s a little crazy and a little sad.

terra firma - the YEARNING in this ep man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this ep waters my CROPS one of my Biggest Fave scenes is when Aeryn and Jack are in her prowler talking about john and he’s like Do You Wish You Were Human and she doesnt answer and im like LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! more of that John Not Vibing With Earth Anymore trope which I LOVE. literally all fics surrounding this episode i will SNORT LIKE CRACK. 

[r3almellow]

Gavin’s First Time With His S/o

Thanks to the anon that requested this! I must be honest...no amount of writing from me will do Gavin’s First Time with the love of his life justice! Like...I have SOOOO MANY IDEAS! I also didn’t intend for it to be this looooong!  Make sure to hit the read more!

Warning: Smutty

Tagging: @breathe-in-spiration because I love feeding you!

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Your first time with Gavin is one of the sweetest experiences of your life.

Even if you’ve had sex before, he’ll make it feel like its your very first time. 

It probably happens after a night out  with your coworkers after another successful show and he offers to take you home afterwards. 

With it being as late as it is, you invite him to stay. 

Gavin has spent the night twice, but nothing has come from it except heavy make out sessions in your couch.

With the way he kisses you, you’re not sure how you’ve managed this long without jumping his bones. Like goodness... He leaves your lips swollen and you’re practically gasping for air when he pulls away.

Gavin, tries to be the ultimate gentleman when it comes to you. He never wants to force you into anything, but it gets hard (pun intended). Especially when you start grinding on him and the tightness of his pants becomes almost unbearable! He, himself, is not sure how he’s lasted this long. Maybe it was the respect he had for you and the thought of you seeing him as the type that only wanted one thing. 

Tonight, however, the two of you make a mutual decision to take things to the next level.

It’ll start with harmless kisses while the two of you are snuggled up on the couch and end with you taking his hand and leading him into your bedroom. 

This should go without saying, but Gavin will put all his focus on you. He wants to make you feel good in every possible way.

He’s very attentive to your needs and will pay close attention to your movements and the sounds you make. He wants to learn about your body!

Loves leaving kisses along your torso just to have you writhing under him. You’ll be getting a lot of hickeys while hands caress every dip and curve of your body.  

NECK KISSES! Is all for leaving a hickey or three on your neck for people to see.

Feeling insecure? Gavin will pay extra special attention to areas he knows you find unflattering. Worried about stretch marks? Scars? Hate your tummy? You’re absolutely gorgeous in his eyes and he’ll leave a plethora of kisses just about everywhere to make sure you know you’re beautiful. 

Being someone who is really good with his hands, Gavin is a pro with using his fingers. You won’t notice his hands slipping between your legs until you feel him gently glide a finger against your slickness.

And when he slips two fingers inside of you, you can’t help but fuck yourself using his fingers. You’re a goner once he starts using his thumb to brush against your clit.

Rest assured his fingers aren’t the only things you’ll be feeling. You won’t even have to ask, Gavin will willingly eat you out.  And he is so good at it! The way his tongue swivels around your clit then slides along your folds has you losing your mind. He’ll have to hold your hips in place to enjoy his meal. 

You’re going to have to remind him that this is a two way street before he makes you forget your own name. This is supposed to be a pleasurable experience for the both of you, so you have to make that be known.

Once you get him on his back, you show him the same amount of love he gave you just moments ago. 

You kiss every scar you can find as your lips travel down his body. You’re already stroking him before your lips make it to his hardened member, precum seeping from him. 

Whether you’ve done this before or your friends are a great source of information, you’ll leave your man shook. It will take everything he has not to cum right there.

When you can see he’s close, you’ll crawl your way back up to his lips and straddle him, kissing him passionately. You love how you can taste yourself as your tongues mingle together. 

Not breaking the kiss Gavin will roll you two over, reclaiming his position on top. 

Gavin entwins his fingers with yours. His gaze falls upon your flushed body beneath him. When the tip of him presses against your entrance, your breath hitches. His cock slides along your pussy, your juices coating him. 

“Just breathe. I got you.” He’ll say this as he slowly sheaths himself inside of you, groaning as he does so.

Once you’ve grown accustomed to his size he begins moving at an  agonizingly slow pace. This is partially because he wants for you to adjust to his size and the other reason being that he didn’t want to lose himself and hurt you with his recklessness. 

The way you clench around his cock made it extremely hard to hold back. The things he wanted to do to you wasn’t how he wanted your first time with him to go. Gavin made it his mission to be gentle with you, but the way you roll your hips to meet his thrusts has him heavily reconsidering his plans.

You can tell he’s holding back and once you feel comfortable enough you’ll encourage him to give you everything. You want him to give you his all. You want Gavin to let go and enjoy this moment with you.

When you give Gavin the go ahead to let loose, there’s a switch within him that flips and that gentleness you’ve grown accustomed to was replaced with something dangerous. 

The way he fucks you with abandon is surprising but definitely welcomed. He’ll cup your ass with his hands, pulling your lower half up to meet his thrusts. You lock your legs around his waist afraid that you’d lose him if you didn’t. 

With the sound of your bed creaking throughout your room, your skin slapping against his and your moans growing louder with each passing second; you might have to apologize to your neighbors later on.

Gavin will praise you non-stop. 

“You take me so well. Keep making that face for me. You look so beautiful when you moan my name. That’s a good girl....ah...hah... You’re...ah...you’re so amazing.” 

The whole experience will be so emotional. ESPECIALLY with the way he looks down at you with a faint blush coating his cheeks and nothing but love in eyes. You can’t help but cry.  

Gavin knows the reason for your tears. He knows that the love between you was overflowing in this moment. He was sure that he too would succumb to such a powerful feeling as it was too much for his heart.

He’ll lean down, his thrusts slowing  as he kisses your tear stained cheeks. 

“I love you so much.”  He whispers against your skin.

“I-I lov...ahh...” Through soft moans and sharp gasps you try to find the words to respond, but words alone don’t seem to express your true feelings. You love this man so much and sharing such an experience with him meant more than even you realized. 

Using your body is the only way you can properly convey what would have been lost on your tongue. 

You reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. Hopefully this kiss is enough. 

Gavin will apologize, afterwards, if he feels like he was too rough with you. You’ll have to remind him that you’re not made of glass and if you tell him you like how rough he is, he’ll turn super red and try to play it off. 

Gavin is a master of aftercare. He’ll have you cleaned up and a hot bath drawn for you to relax within minutes. If you’re up for it you might get a round two in the shower. 

Expect cuddles soon after. What better way to end a night like this than with the person you love holding you in their arms.

If anyone was wondering, no condoms were used. 

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I don’t know how this happened! My fingers slipped and this was the result. This is the main reason it takes me 2000 years to respond to requests. I have no resolve! 

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this! 

If you want to read more of my work please check out my MLQC stuff here! 

[laceymorganwrites]

Filth alphabet: Atsumu

A=Aftercare

He gets super clingy after sex. You´ll have to do most of the aftercare work, but he´ll prepare snacks and water. 

The time after sex is the one where he´ll open up to you in a relationship, he´ll tell you about his hopes and dreams, his fears, his insecurities and so on. 

B=Body part

He seems super arrogant and he certainly is in some ways, he knows he´s handsome but never put too much thought into it. 

He likes his hands though because of volleyball, he also likes holding your hands and touching you with his.

On you he loves your legs and thighs the most, he just loves how soft they are and will not hesitate to make them his pillow.

C=Cum

Atsumu cums quite a lot and loves to cum on your legs and chest and stomach and honestly all over you.

There´s just something satisfying to him about seeing you covered in it.

D=Dirty secret

Wants to have mirror sex with you, but is afraid that he won´t be able to cum looking at himself. And he´d think it´s weird if he does, he´s looking at himself after all. 

E=Experience

If you were high school sweethearts, you would´ve been his first.

Later on he has a lot of one night stands to relieve stress, but he doesn´t gain much experience from it since he´s very selfish in those times.

F=Favorite position

Goes absolutely feral when you ride him, just... the way your legs wrap so wonderfully around him and he has the greatest view, loves to grab onto your waist as well.

G=Goofy

It really depends on the situation. If he wins a game and you fuck afterwards, he´ll definitely be all giggly and excited, it´s really cute.

If he had a bad day, he´ll need either rough sex or slow and comforting one with lots of touching and praise, in those times he´ll be serious.

But overall, he likes it when you can talk and laugh during sex, it´s so much more chill and he thinks that you´re inseperable, at this point in your relationship he really always is reminded that you´re the only one for him and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

H=Hair

He shaves it all off since it annoys him to no end.

I=Intimacy

Again, depends entirely on the mood. But overall he will always be intimate and romantic with you, no matter how rough the sex is, because you´re his S/O and he wants you to know that you´re loved so much.

Also I´m throwing a little headcanon in here because it fits:

I think that Atsumu catches feelings super quick and will never be able to have distant sex, he will always feel something even though he knows that one night stands and flings mean nothing and his partners want nothing more from him. 

J=Jerk off

He is a master at it, it´s not funny anymore. He was super addicted to masturbating in his teenage years and did it anytime and anywhere he could, public bathrooms, in his grandparent´s bathroom while the rest of the family is eating dinner, you name it.

Has done it in some risky places and had to learn to cum really quick before he gets caught (has been caught too many times)

This goes so far that he can be hard by will to a certain extent.

He tones it down a bit once he´s in a relationship, but never fully stops.

Mutual masturbation is a huge turn on for him, please tell him exactly how to touch himself while you touch yourself, he loves that shit.

K=Kinks

Everyone thinks he´s super kinky but I honestly don´t think so. He certainly has some, but things like BDSM are too much work for him, he just wants to have fun, doesn´t want to work too much for it.

That said, he totally has a sir kink, overall voice kink, dirty talk is up his alley (he himself is shit at it, but whisper sweet nothings in his ear and he´ll be putty in your hands), idk where else to put this but he´s a total power bottom. Clothed sex is also great for him, so is face sitting because he loves feeling your thighs up close. 

L=Location

Anywhere at any time. He thinks because he gets away with masturbating everywhere that this translates to sex as well, but boy is he wrong. Doesn´t do it in too public places anymore and especially not in the gym (Bokuto once caught you and Atsumu had cleaning duty for a month so that he wouldn´t rat him out to Sakusa who´d have an even worse punishment for him).

Is really into shower sex for some reason, also on any kind of counter, couch sex too.

M=Motivation

The classic revealing clothing, the way you say his name, making you laugh (yep, he once told you something dumb that happened to him in training and you were laughing so hard he popped a boner), you wearing his clothes.

N=No

Pain play, degregation and most importantly: don´t call him daddy, his fangirls call him that and it makes him uncomfortable.

O=Oral

He´s soooo good at it, could do it for hours honestly. Doesn´t do anything special really, but it just works?? Loves gripping onto your legs while he´s at it, looks up to you all the time and fuck you can just feel his smirk...

He likes receiving just as much and always makes sure it´s equally enjoyed. Gets so weak when you offer it first, will be so obedient. He still blushes madly when you swallow his cum.

P=Pace

Really depending on the mood, he likes to work up the pace though.

Sometimes he´s really in the mood for slow sex though (especially in the morning or in the night when he comes home to you or you both can´t sleep)

And sometimes he just really wants to fuck your brains out, or his to be fucked out.

Q=Quickie

I mean he´s always ready to go and if you ask for it, he´ll happily oblige. Mostly happens before training, during breaks etc. He doesn´t have that much time anyway, so you´ll most likely often have quickies.

R=Risk

Is always down to try new things as long as they aren´t too complicated.

S=Stamina

He can go all day every day! Has way too much stamina, most of the times you have to tell him to stop when it gets too much. Your sessions therefore also last very long when you have time. It´s really hard to tire him out.

T=Toys

If you really insist on it, he won´t say no of course, but honestly he doesn´t see the point in it. And he´s too impatient and lazy for them.

U=Unfair

He can be quite the tease sometimes, but only in a healthy amount. Would never tease you an unbearing amount, never to a point where it gets annoying and only if you´re okay with it.

On the other hand he likes to be teased and put in his place.

V=Volume

Tries to muffle his sounds as much as possible, he doesn´t like the way he sounds at all, it´s a weird mix of high pitched moans and gutteral grunts, he also hates the way he looks when he cums, so really, he tries to cover all of that up.

It takes him a long time to be comfortable enough around you to just let go and you have to reassure him a lot that you don´t mind, that he´s pretty, that nobody´s perfect looking during sex.

W=Wildcard

Atsumu and you have a list of places where you want to have sex. Osamu´s shop and his place are on top of it because Atsumu just loves annoying his brother.

X=X-Ray

He´s a little above average, really girthy and veiny and a bit more on the thicker side (is always really careful when you two have sex, it´s cute)

Y=Yearning

His libido is super high, he could do it anytime, he doesn´t get sexually frustrated or horny to a point where it hurts, but he´s always ready to go.

Z=Zzz

Sleeps like a baby after sex, especially cuddled up to you.

[kanene-yaaay]

I’m not ticklish!!

Kanene’s note: Yeah, yeah, I have like: two braincells to made titles and they are on vacations at this exact moment, sO-

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Logan and Ler!Virgil (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Analogical).

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site! Like, for real. It’s stunning! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realized I haven’t written any Analogical tickles with Lee!Logan, and???? S h a m e   o n   m e . So I finally decided to change it. It’s a very silly plot, but I kind of had fun writing, soooo... Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português ainda está em reforma! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Play games, don’t cheat, run under some rain and don’t forget to drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

 Thomas has a crush.

 - You aren’t tickling… however I can’t help myself but smile every time I’m near to you. – Logan stared at the computer, lightly biting his lower lip, habit that showed up only when he was nervous. – Do you think this is adequate?

 Virgil only dignited his being to roll his eyes, something that, even if the logic side wasn’t with his eyes captured by the severe amount of sites explaining about feelings, reading profusely every bit of information he could pursuit, the said wouldn’t be able to see since the purple lover decided to lay upside down in the bed, half of him almost falling from the furniture, being almost the fifth or sixth strange position he tried in order to best erase the pain in his back and attempt to change something due the enormous hours both spent in that same conversation.

 - Uhh. This is ridiculous. Are you really trying to find a flirt to every subject that could be brought up in a normal conversation? Tickles? You are taking this too far, and that is something coming from me. Go to sleep, Logan.

- Absolutely not. Any and every point can be crucial in a competition.

 Okay, let us recapitulate: Thomas has a crush and of course, the sides would take advantages of this. No long time ago, it has been proclaimed in all the Mind Palace the start of the ‘Love Games~’ what is, primarily, a series of challenges where who blushed first lost the match and a specifically amount of points (depending of the difficult of the challenge), however, it was possible to recapture or accumulate more points doing random flustering action through the day, as gifts, flirts, carts… anything that leaded the features of the victim be set in flames. Patton and Roman ganged up to explain how much this activity could be essential in order to help to build self-love and the others sides simply couldn’t find something to deny it.

 (Actually, Virgil could think in a great bunch of reasons why all of this could being a very bad idea, but now, think about it and convince them to stop when this competition would mean Free Crofters to Logan, Free Praises to Roman and just Patton showing them all the love he could give was a totally different story. Without telling that he would do anything to see Janus becoming a flushed mess and part of himself was kind of curious to see if someone would succeed in making the Gremlin Boy blush.)

 And, being really sincere, the one wearing hoodie was impressed with how much all the Light Sides matched with the Others in being competitive, until this day Roman already had made five serenates, Patton obtained a good amount of points only with his gifts and zero notion of personal space, Janus got almost everyone with his ‘Appear from absolutely nowhere, grabs your chin, stares intensely, grins, kisses your forehead and go away’ and Virgil kept himself well with his victories in the commons challenges. The embodiment of Flight or Fight instinct have no idea about what Remus was preparing, but as it seems Logan was trying to get in the ranking beginning and winning Flirt Wars.

 - Albeit, I believe you are correct. I’m not even ticklish for this saying.

 Virgil almost fell of the other’s bed with the astonished laughter that escaped from his lips.

 - I choose to ignore your mocking, thank you. – Pointed Logan, his voice in slightly traces of irritation.

 - Mocking? – The one wearing hoodie gave a half spin, sitting normally in a blink of eye. – I’m just laughing about something that clearly is a lie.

 - I think this is an information that doesn’t belong to you.

 Virgil scoffed, rising one eyebrow as he rested his chin in his hand.  

 - I am not ticklish!! – Logan repeated, feeling a bit childish with the tune chosen to defend himself, or perhaps it was the turn this conversation was taking.

 An evilly grin, a bit alike the Cheshire Cat, darkly gleamed in the other’s feature.

 - So you would mind a little… experiment, am I right?

 The logical aspect gulped, adjusting his tie and deviating their glare for a piece of moment.

 - A-absolutely no.

 Fingers quickly found way to his neck, scratching so lightly that barely touched his skin, going up, circling that exact spot behind his ears and appreciating the surprised squeal that floated from Logan’s mouth before focusing some special wriggles in that place. However, don’t taking too much before going down fluttering towards under his chin and in the base of his neck the best he could with the other shrugging and ducking his head in a hope to stop his big wobbly smile to be seen. Movement which also prevented the ‘not ticklish’ one to notice one of Virgil’s hands to travel to his back, being quick in landing spidery tickles in his lower back, sometimes slipping to give his ribs some pokes and prodding, something that finally bring up the babbled giggles to the daylight.

 - -Nahahahahahahahaha!! Viihihihihihihihirgihihihihil!! – And he squirmed, the sensation being as unbearable to ignore as too much good to escape. It was almost… relaxing. In a very electric way.

 - Tsc. – The anxious aspect let go a chuckle, still not believing in how the scene unfold before his eyes, albeit absolutely hypnotized with how the high squeaks and snorts intertwined the low giggles from the usually so contained side. Virgil’s thumbs applied a light pressure in the other’s spine, the attacker smugly watching how this leaded to a gasp as Logan jumped and arched his back, quickly starting to knead and buzz his fingers in each one of the ‘victim’ vertebras, following all the way up, totally unbothered by the, now very much increased, squirming. – And who would say that the embodiment of rationality just need some few tickles to become a helpless, giggly puddle, huh?

 - Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhACK!!! – The purple lover found a particularly sensitive space between his shoulder blades, being responded by Logan’s loud, and endearing childish, laughter as its owner struggled more to be free from the malefic, tickly fingers, obligating Virgil to wrap an arm around his waist and without mercy squeeze his hips in random, quick patterns. – NonononHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE-

 - But what is the matter, Logan? – His voice was a whisper, although not only because it sent shivers down his victim’s spine, but also because he wasn’t really certain that the one with glasses could really hear him in any other way with how much he trashed and crackled, as it seems these two spots being one of his most sensitive ones. – Didn’t you just said you aren’t ticklish? – He gave him a break, going to his ribs in spidering, soft tickles, being sure to surprise Logan now and then with sudden pokes between them. Logan used the opportunity to breathe more evenly, even with the giggly fit and flames that took over his body. – But…no! Maybe you were lying? Perhaps this… - The grin in his lips was almost perceptible in his low tune, the words slowly rolling over his tongue as he digged into his armpits and got a surprised yelp as answer, the giggles getting louder and switched to laughter as its owner shook his head, denying. – can tickle tickle tickle tickle you silly?

 The ‘I’m always serious, necktie!’ clapped his arms at his sides and hided his red face and wide smile in his hands. Virgil felt the grin painted in his face only get bigger. Now he was just making this too much easy.

 The one wearing hoodie took a deep breath and released a raspberry right on his poor, forgotten and defenseless neck, the vibrations hitting every single one of his ticklish nerves and leading to a serious shriek to run from Logan’s mouth.

 - VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!! NAHAhahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaHA!! – Logan squirmed until finally escaped and fell in the bed: butterflies flying in his belly, smile from an ear to another, remain giggles, watery, shiny eyes and… a blush that painted his entire face.

 - Thank you for the new score, mister ‘I’m not ticklish’~ - Virgil teased as laid comfortably whilst the mattress, crossing his arms and using them as a pillow while closed his eyes and ignored Logan’s annoyed grumble.

 … And also the way his eyes instantly gleamed when they focused in his unprotected stomach and sides, an evil smile creeping its way to his lips.

[ankhashiva]

Heyaaa~ it's me again •~• Can you do angsty!kid! Julius (after the Midnight Sun Arc) x fem s/o ? But s/o loves him nonetheless. The world just need some more Julius stuff. There are so little ff of that hot guy. *-* Love ya! ♡♧

Hey ! :D I agree, the world needs more Julius stuff soooo I’m glad you requested again O/ Sooooo, I kept the same S/O from your first request, I enjoyed the idea of continuing somehow their romance. I also added one of my theories about Julius in this little scenario, I hope you will enjoy it! What I listened while writing your request: Undisclosed Desires  - Muse

_______________________________________________________________Heart and Soul

Clover Castle, 3 days after the siege of the capital.

The city resumed its life as well as possible, the Magic Knights clearing the debris thanks to their magic. But the city was like the victims of that terrible night: broken. A good number of Magic Knights of each company found themselves possessed by the Elves, the return to reality was terrible. Guilt, doubt, broken pride, anxiety. These feelings haunted these defenders of the Kingdom. And S/O quickly understood that they were also gnawing at the nation’s pillar, Julius Novachrono. 

Since his resurrection thanks to the Swallowtail, the artifact created by Secré, Julius was 13 years old again. S/O had passed from tears of sorrow to tears of joy in a fraction of a second, realizing that the man of her life was alive, in front of her, but by holding him against her, S/O felt like a void. It had disturbed her at the time but her doubt had been dispelled by Julius’s usual joviality. Three more days passed, in a new routine. S/O, herself Magic Knight at the Silver Eagle, helped to rebuild the city. The amount of astronomical work made her return to the palace late at night and completely exhausted. She had little time to give to Julius. But today, she was able to return earlier to see her lover.

S/O wanted to knock on the door when she heard Julius’s voice rise in power. She risked to enter discreetly and her heart tore apart. Julius was out of his mind, swinging the papers on his desk with a loose, fulminant gesture. S/O rushed to him and held him in his arms, to calm him down. He did not push her away. He accepted the embrace without flinching, and embraced her in return with extreme shyness. They stayed like this for a few minutes, S/O slipping his fingers into Julius’s hair to soothe him. When they broke the embrace, S/O picked up the papers, organized them before putting them on the desk. Julius observed it without really observing it, as if it were elsewhere. 

« Why don’t we take a break? Just you and me. » proposed kindly S/O. Julius nodded his head mechanically and both went to their common room. He sat on the couch, in front of the fireplace, and stared at him with his beautiful amethyst eyes. S/Oalso sat near his lover. She knew that Julius could be dispelled (especially if it was about magic) but this case was special. S/O broke the silence. « Julius… Do you know that you can tell me everything? That I am here for you? » Her tone was so sweet that Julius turned to his beloved, his eyes bright. 

« I dedicated my life to making the Clover Kingdom a kingdom where inequality would be one day in ancient story. I had sacrificed my personal life without regret, climbed the ladder to become Magic King. I worked tirelessly but I was careless. And it drove the Kingdom right into the brick wall. I cheated myself, many people died because of it, others are traumatized by the elven possession they suffered. I wasn’t able to protect the Kingdom, and now I’m stuck in my 13-year-old body.” S/O delicately took Julius’s hand, as if to encourage him to continue spilling his guts. He took a deep breath, then continued. 

“I have lost almost all my martial influence to the nobles who possess power and wealth, convincing them will not be easy.” The weight of the role of Wizard King suddenly seemed to become unbearable. Julius put his hand on his neck, feeling uncomfortable. “Worse, all this is not what worries me the most,” he replied, his piercing gaze on his S/O. Before the astonished expression of his beloved, he took gently her hands and confessed. « Ever since I resurrected with this body, I keep thinking you don’t deserve this. That you will be better off with a man who is physically adult. That I make you suffer. And by thinking that, I make myself suffer. Why would you stay with a teenager when you could live a happy life with someone who could back you up, not slow you down? These thoughts loop around in my head like a broken record and I can’t sleep anymore.” Julius’ hands trembled imperceptibly, but not enough to be unnoticed by S/O. She delicately took Julius’ face in her hands, with her eyebrows wrinkled, and looked deadly serious. Julius had never seen this expression on her face before and his heart skipped a beat. After what seemed to be an eternity, S/O broke the silence.« I fell in love with Julius Novachrono. With his personality. With his heart and, above all, with his soul. I won’t deny that your adult appearance also had a pleasant effect on me, but it was you and you alone that I fell in love with.  So now you’re going to listen to me. When I saw your corpse in the city, my world collapsed. I didn’t know anything about the Swallowtail, I really thought you were dead. A part of me died at that time. I never thought I’d see you again. And to have seen you the next day, physically adolescent and mentally the same, I didn’t believe it at the time. It was a miracle. I don’t care if you’re a teenager, because I’m in love with your soul. » Julius spread his eyes and then a shy smile appeared on his face. “Then, if it bothers you so much…” S/O went on, plunged into deep reflexion. Your resurrection spell remains a spell used thanks to an ancient artifact. I am confident that we can find information, people who can help get your body back and your powers.” Said S/O innocently. «Vanessa Enoteca of the Black Bulls is a witch, who knows what knowledge they possess at the Witches Forest» Julius had his magic-mania eyes back in just a few seconds, realizing what his beautiful and clever lover had just said. He was twitching on the couch, as if his fears had been dismissed. “Do you know how much I love you?” He said to S/O, his eyes bright with emotions. The young woman chuckled and he replied « I have my little idea… But do you know how much I love you?» And to turn the words into deeds, S/O slipped a light kiss on the lips of the man of his life. Julius blushed slightly, offering him a gentle smile. Nevertheless, he was lucky. As long as his soul mate was at his side, everything would be fine. “We’ll get through this together”

[zenithlux]

Soooo.... About the rest of Vergil's drunkin' promises... (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

I’ve actually had more than one request for these, and I wasn’t quite sure when I would tackle it. But now that I have this rather adorable request in my inbox, my brain was finally like I GOTCHU FAM(S), so now here we are. 😏 I’ve finally built up the courage edited this story enough to post. 

This is a follow up to Intoxication and Promises (but you don’t really need either if ya don’t want). Also, I’m still practicing the spice, so uhhh… there’s that. 

And it’s also NSFW. So here’s a nice Vergil picture because… I mean why not?

High Praises

Ashira might have wondered how she’d gotten herself into this predicament if Vergil gave her a second to do so. But every time she tried to form a coherent thought, he’d nip at her thigh in a silent “warning” of some kind (though she wasn’t opposed to seeing where that “warning” might lead, given the circumstances). When she tried to admonish him for that he’d lick in just the right spot where her words either died on her lips or came out as a jumbled mess. At some point, she’d given up completely and had pulled on his hair in some kind of lame defiance.

Except he loved it when she did that, so that “defiance” was very, very short-lived. 

But fuck. All of this - his wicked thoughts, devilish tongue, and the way he just stared straight into her eyes without any hesitation or shame - had her so close to tumbling straight off the metaphorical precipice that she was half surprised she’d managed to stay on the bed. 

Though considering the way his hands had all but clamped down on her hips, maybe that wasn’t all that surprising.

He’d caught her off-guard earlier when he’d quite literally and without warning knelt in front of her when she had tried to get out of bed. And he’d been completely silent as he’d gently glided one of her legs over his shoulder and planted an absurd amount of butterfly kisses along her thigh. “My beautiful queen,” He’d murmured, dragging the silk of her own damn nightgown so tenderly against her skin that all she could do was shiver, eyes locked on his. And he’d stared right back. In fact, Ashira was quite certain his eyes hadn’t deviated from that one spot, even when her own threatened to roll into the back of her head. “It seems I have some… atoning to do.”

“For…?”

She hissed as his teeth grazed along her thigh. “I made a promise,” He said. “And I have yet to fulfill it. A faux pas on my part, but nothing that can’t be remedied.” His voice was unfairly seductive and unbearably husky. Though considering the myriad of ways he’d used it over their rather long married life, she was more than used to hearing it. 

It didn’t make him any less pleasing to listen to. If anything, it made her find ways to hear this version of him more often. 

So, in her haze of arousal she’d smiled back and said, “And here I thought you forgot.”

He slid his hands up along her hips, pulling her nightgown out of the way. “I never forget.”

“Except when you’re hopelessly drunk.”

Ashira fully accepted the more forceful bite she got for that. Not enough to break skin- never that - but certainly enough to leave a mark. “Careful,” He murmered as he drug the pads of his fingers back down her abdomen and along the elastic of her underwear. “Or I may just forget right now.”

“Never,” She said as she drew small, lazy circles along his knuckles. “That would be dishonorable.” And while that would probably be enough permission for most people, Vergil still waited, even as his eyes hazed over with his own arousal. And as Ashira finally felt the last remnants of her sleepiness fade away, she brushed her fingers through his hair. “Which promise, my love?”

“If you put your trust in me,” He said as he drug her panties down in such an agonizing place that it took everything she had to keep from bucking right into his face. “I’ll worship you, as a Queen should be.”

The first time he had said it however long ago (six months? A year? Bah it didn’t matter) had been arousing enough, but she’d brushed it off as it had only been spoken after she’d managed to get him wrapped up in an absurd amount of blankets. And of all the promises he’d made that night, that was the one she assumed he’d never remember. It hadn’t been part of the long, drunk ramble where he’d practically agreed to sleep with her on the moon if she’d asked, so she didn’t think that she’d given him that particular part of the memory. Clearly, it had drifted between them at some point; she just didn’t know when. 

The second time, however, had her stomach flipping in pure desire

His expression turned a touch too smug. “I never forget, my beloved.”

Now here she was, struggling to keep herself upright, much less hold herself back. Vergil was far too good at this; something she had both known and forgotten at some point in the last however long. The reminder, while torturous in all the right ways, was welcome. But beneath her pleasure was a hint of frustration. She wanted more, and was positive that he knew it too. 

“Impatient, my love?” His coy voice echoed in her mind. “This is all for you.” 

She tugged on his hair again in mock annoyance. “Says the one in control.”

A soft hum echoed back as his tongue circled her clit. “Dammit Verg-” Even her thoughts vanished as his fingers slipped through her folds with astounding ease. Her arms shook with a mix of pleasure and exertion, and she wanted nothing more than to just flop back onto the bed and let him do whatever he wanted. But when her eyes trailed to the ceiling, he stopped moving - again. That was quickly becoming his favorite tease - and she forced herself to meet his gaze. His finger pressed against her most sensitive spot in silent praise, and she couldn’t fight back the groan of pleasure. “Why must you do this to me?”

He chuckled, his breath much too warm against her skin. “You would do the same.”

She had done the same, in fact, but she was much too stubborn to admit it. And even if she wanted to, the pressure of a second finger wiped her mind of any suitable response. She barely noticed when his lips drifted to her stomach. She didn’t wonder how he kept such an infuriating pace while completely ignoring her own attempts to push back against him. When his lips met hers, she was too busy trying to find more friction to question how he’d actually gotten there. 

He pulled away far too soon; both his lips and his fingers from her core. She growled, clenching her muscles in an attempt to keep him there. But he simply smirked and slipped right out regardless. “You’re much too wet for that, my Queen.” Her second attempt to intimidation was cut short by a sinful moan as his teeth grazed down on the pulse in her neck. His fingers caressed her spine, painting her skin with her own fluids. 

“You coy, sinful, infuriating devil.”

He bit her neck in response, before peppering her collarbone with a mixture of kisses and nibbles. When he reached the other side, the hand on her back slipped under her thigh as his knee teasingly pressed against her entrance. The silk of his pants was pure heaven against her swollen clit, and she bit her lip to keep from begging for him. Of course, her desire swirled in her mind as often as his name. When she finally dared to speak it, he silenced her with a kiss as he effortlessly lifted her enough to push them both back onto the bed. 

Ashira’s eyes widened as he sat up, stripping off his cumbersome shirt before swooping in for another kiss. She arched into him, sighing in content when he pushed her back down with his chest, pinning her to the bed beneath him. His hands found her wrists, but he lightly scraped the skin of her arms in endless and nonsensical lines. 

“Let me,” She murmured as she tugged gently at his hand. He paused for a moment, face buried in the crook of her neck. Their hearts were in perfect sync, practically crashing into each other with each erratic beat. But that was normal. They both knew each other so well. He the most sensitive pieces of her skin, and exactly how to draw whatever sound of hers he wanted. But she knew what he wanted, too; tender brushes through his scalp (or not so tender, under the right circumstances). Soft lines traced against the muscles of his arms, shoulders, or chest. And as she tugged on those memories in his own head- two decades of knowledge- he eventually let one of her hands go as he pressed his own down to steady himself. She kissed him in appreciation and brushed along his arm. His head didn’t move, and a quiet groan against Ashira’s neck made her shiver. 

“Vergil,” She whispered. He knew she was desperate, no matter how controlled she kept her voice. But she knew he’d done the same to himself. As she pressed her fingers along the muscles of his arm, she gently rolled her hips against the mound he could no longer hide. There was a small attempt to pull away from her, but a second kiss brought him right back. “Don’t hold back, my love.”

He lifted himself just enough to meet her eyes. But even in the clutches of desire, he still managed a smirk. “Is my Queen begging?”

She felt her demon-half bristle before she could stop it. But as her eyes changed, so did his: bright, draconic blue staring down at golden irises. But she didn’t want blind passion. Not after he’d spent so achingly long attending to her while expecting nothing in return. Despite his clear need, she knew from his thoughts that he would be content to drive her to her own peak, and save his own for another time.

But that’s not what she wanted. And this was technically a promise for her. So, she reached up and brushed her thumb along his cheekbone. “If that is what you wish from me,” She said. “Then yes, my king. I submit to you.”

He was gone for only a moment, yet her heart swelled the second he returned. She slid her hand back into his, and he lifted it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with equal tenderness. On the last one, he intertwined their fingers. When he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, he guided himself deep into her core; slow and sensual. A simple gesture that pushed her close to tears. Once he’d pushed himself in as far as possible, he paused, kissing the corners of both of her eyes before capturing her lips again. 

His pace was slow, but Ashira found she didn’t mind it. Life always seemed to move a bit too fast nowadays. Too many people demanding too many things in such a short amount of time. Stolen kisses were often all they could manage. And if they found time for intimacy, it was going to be slow. Not necessarily gentle, as they both found thrill in aggressive love making as they did anything else, but drawn-out pleasure that would tide them over until they had another chance.

And the gentle rocking of his hips with hers was more than enough. Each thrust pushed him as deep as she could take him, and each pull drew out her own pleasure in an endless cycle. After some time, his head fell back into her shoulder, and she slid her fingers along his scalp before pulling him as close as she could. A comfortable warmth radiated between them. Their intertwined hands were off to the side, anchoring them both into some kind of reality. And as her legs quivered, and a warmth bloomed from her chest, she squeezed his hand tighter. When pleasure ripped through her muscles, all she could do was whisper his name over and over again like a wonderful, reverent prayer. 

And when her mind finally settled somewhat back into her body, his pace quickened, chasing his own pleasure. She rolled with him, rubbing circles along the base of his neck. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and pressed it back against her forehead. “Look at me, Saina.” His demonic eyes snapped open in a heartbeat, and she felt him teeter on the edge, searching for that last little push. “I’m here,” She said. “I’ve got you.”

His hand tightened on hers when he finally found his release. Even as he kissed her senseless, he felt his warmth splitting within her. A breathy moan escaped, followed by his own shudder as her pleasure looped back in on him. She kissed him gently to pull him back, and the two waited in comfortable silence. When their bodies finally relaxed- aside from their deep, content breathing- he pulled away and drew her back toward their pillows. She curled against his chest, smiling as he tried to pry out the blankets from under her. He gave up halfway, oddly impatient, and grabbed a fleece one from under the bed. “At least nothing caught on fire this time,” Ashira mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his stomach and nuzzled his chest. 

Vergil snorted. “Pythy still isn’t over that.”

“And he never will be,” She said as her eyes drifted shut. “He’ll be laughing about it in his grave if the old geezer ever manages to find one.”

Vergil’s gentle laugh was enough for her to ease into a quiet slumber. 

[yukipri]

For the ask: can you tell me about shoreiji? :3

FRICK YESSSSS THANK YOU SOBS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH???? *RIPS OUT MY HEART*

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you: Shorter x Eiji

When I started shipping it if I did:

Ohhhhh SHITE YO

So okay I’m very aware of my incredibly consistent tendency to poly ship Everyone x Protagonist, and even from just the promo stuff (nop haven’t read the manga tho hoooo boy have i read detailed spoilers), it was clear that Ash and Eiji were gonna be the Popular Ship. But then I was like EY who’s this flashy purple mohawk?? And then I was like OH SHITE he’s the Best Friend Type, I’m SUCH a sucker for them??

And then it was like Wait, soooo Ash shoved another guy’s name into Eiji’s mouth? That’s pretty gay (

Beyond me just being attracted to Shorter as a character, I started to REALLY ship them when I noticed just how many times Shorter protects Eiji. True, Eiji’s defs the type that needs protection but…it was just, SO MANY TIMES?? Like dare I say excessive, in the most endearing way?? Their first meeting at the doc’s, and then Shorter literally does the “cover your hands with mine to shoot gun,” and then wrapping himself around Eiji as they jump into the harbor…then it looks like they consistently slept next to each other for most if not all of the trip to LA, and as if he’s already learned that Shorter’s the one who’s gonna protect him, Eiji latches onto him at sight of Mouse LMAO

BUT the one scene that literally gave my life to this ship was after Shorter goes with Yut Lung, and is protecting unconscious Eiji. THAT WHOLE FREAKIN’ SEQUENCE REALLY, but the “If anything happens to him, I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself,” followed up by “We don’t need the fuckin’ wheelchair [because I can effortlessly princess carry him and don’t want to be separated by even the slightest amount]”…like JFC, JFC WHAT A SHIP *straight through the heart* (

My thoughts:

*WILD GESTURES AT ALL OF THE ABOVE* IN CASE YOU COULDN’T TELL, I LOVE THEM???

What makes me happy about them:

The fact that they are alive and well and living happily in a shared apartment with Ash, Sing, and Skip. *COUGHS*

But in all honesty, how protective Shorter is of Eiji, and how naturally and easily he does it. How much Eiji trusts him even in such a short time. How I think Shorter was so essential to Eiji and Ash’s bond too. Just, SO MANY THINGS.

What makes me sad about them:

SO MANY FREAKIN’ THINGS OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THIS A TRAGEDY SHIP IF THERE EVER WAS ONE???? (but that’s also part of what makes it so, SO good RIP)

(too long so under a cut lmao rip)

The fact that Shorter literally would have done anything, would have died for Eiji, and in a way he freakin’ DID. The fact that probably one of the last coherent thoughts he had was the dawning horror that they were going to make him hurt, possibly kill Eiji, and there’s nothing he could do to stop it. The fact that he was forced to be terrified of Eiji, someone he cares about and wants to desperately protect, and that that’s precisely why they chose him as Shorter’s target. The fact that even through all the pain and fear, any part of him left was probably even more scared about what he could do to Eiji. While he asked Ash to set him free from the unbearable pain, I personally interpret that moment as asking Ash to stop him from hurting their Eiji, even at the cost of his own life. I wonder if he died feeling relieved that Eiji at least was safe, or if he died not knowing.

And Eiji, gods, he never doubted Shorter’s loyalty once and reached for him until the end. That FACE Eiji made when he realized what they were going to do to Shorter, do to THEM. The fact that even if it was the drug’s fault, Eiji realized that his very existence was causing Shorter terror and agony so awful that it was unbearable. The fact that Eiji knows, and will always carry with him the fact that Ash had to shoot Shorter in order to protect Eiji. Shorter may have been already lost at that point, but part of Eiji will always blame himself, because it felt like Ash was forced to choose to save one of them, at the cost of the other’s life.

The fact that Eiji had Shorter’s life blood splat onto his cheek, and only Eiji saw that last expression on Shorter’s face. Eiji then felt the heavy weight of Shorter’s body collapse lifelessly on top of him, no doubt felt warm blood from Ash’s bullet wound soak into his own chest. It was Eiji who held Shorter’s body last, who screamed and cried himself hoarse as it was ripped away from him. And then it was Eiji who had to shove his pain aside, because he needed to be strong to keep Ash together.

SO YEAH A TON OF FUCKING THINGS MAKE ME SAD ALRIGHT????

But at the same time, all the sad things just make me ship them more RIP

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

uhhhh not all too much out there, but I guess when Ash is portrayed as an outsider? Regardless of whether he’s involved with them romantically or not. They both absolutely love Ash, and I doubt they could leave him alone.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Reciprocal feelings, a romantic relationship born out of strong friendship that remains strong no matter what else happens, always looking out for each other and Eiji being a strong mental support for Shorter in ways he’s not expecting. I love when Shorter gets flustered around Eiji too?? Also, when Shorter’s always concerned and careful, he knows he’s bold and confident and has experience Eiji doesn’t, so he always triple checks and makes sure Eiji’s completely ok before doing anything, and it’s sometimes so excessive but endearing that Eiji has to just pull him down for a kiss himself. ALSO ALIVE AND WELL THANK YOU.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I thought about saying Ash, and while it’s true to an extent (for either of them), I do strongly prefer this OT3 together ^ ^; But ACTUALLY, for Eiji I’m going to say Sing, because as with Ash, Shorter played a major role in bringing them together, and also I love SingEiji LOL Pulling up a blank for Shorter AHAHAHA

My happily ever after for them:

They live in a fancy ass apartment that’s 80% bought with Ash’s money but they contribute too HAHAHA. Shorter technically owns Chang Dai (his name alone scares off troublemakers) but he actually works at the hair salon next door. He cuts and styles Eiji’s long hair and dyes the slowly increasing number of gray hairs at his temples black. Eiji’s a photographer and Shorter tags along whenever he can to assist and carry his bags along with Sing, especially when Ash is the model. Eiji slowly develops a taste for Shorter’s cooking; it’s not exactly bad, just different. Eiji agrees to a couple ear piercing. They get married. Shorter grows super old to the point his natural hair turns white, and his reaction is, “Sweet! No more need for bleach ;D.”

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

LMAO Shorter is the big spoon, and he loves curling completely around Eiji who fits next to him perfectly, and it makes Eiji feel super safe try being a big spoon but….lil jetpack AHAHAHAHAHAHA

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

CUDDLING??? Like y’all may or may not have noticed but I have a Thing for Shorter just…wrapping himself around Eiji. They’re such a good size difference for it?? Like when they’re chilling on the couch, Eiji’s seat is always Shorter’s lap (and then maybe Ash leans against them). When they take baths, Eiji also ends up in Shorter’s lap. When Eiji’s sleep and doesn’t want to wake up but Shorter’s gotta go, he just drags Eiji up with him and eats breakfast with a half asleep Eiji still in his lap.

Eiji likes to pretend he’s getting manhandled and he’s Shorter’s body pillow, but Eiji will also literally take any excuse to climb on top of Shorter. He pretends to get scared over things that he isn’t so his boyfriend will sweep him up. He also won’t admit it but loves getting princess carried, and likes saying, “I’m too tired and can’t walk,” even though they both know it’s a lie. When Shorter himself isn’t available, Eiji will wear one of his enormous hoodies and just curl up in it

send me a ship and I will tell you/Give me a character & I will tell you/send me 5 characters and I will rank them in order of preference

Please send me more~!  

[mysteli]

....you know I have to ask for Chris and Aria for this fluff ABC... I miss my man so much 😭😭 (and I also love your writing so it's a win win)

thank you so much @flowerpowell and i miss chris too soooo 

be warned this is a lot (so much that I’m putting a keep reading thing there) 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

It’s pretty obvious that Chris is a very active person. He plays football and attends the gym daily, even works out at home, as well as going on plenty of jogs. Aria is in fact the exact opposite to him. She’s lazy and doesn’t like exercising at all. But sometimes she feels like she needs to wanna do these things with Chris so she will insist on going to the gym with him. Big mistake, she would tell you that. Sometimes a jog is ok but those six hours were unbearable.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Chris adores Aria’s long brunette hair and he likes to smooth it out a lot and tangle his fingers in it and Aria feels the same about Chris’ hair. That’s why Chris gets a little upset when Aria cuts her hair because in his words he can’t “make her moan they way he used to” but it seems to work out eventually. Chris also has a liking for Aria’s lips. They’re soft and plump and it’s agonising when she bites down on her lower lip and she loves to tease him with that because she knows what it does to him. Aria also loves Chris’ sky blue eyes, gazing into them for what seems like forever and seeing how they darken when he’s turned on. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Chris is always having trouble with his skills as a captain and leader and he has a habit of doubting himself. Aria is an expert when it comes to reassurance so she’s always able to find a way to cheer him up. Then that always leads to sweet reassurance sex. Yep.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Aria and Chris are always light hearted when it comes to their future but they talk about it A LOT. Since they’re on their way to getting married, they tend to talk about what their plans are since they’ve left college. Chris gets excited when the topic of their future comes up because he loves telling Aria how important she is and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Sometimes there are more teasing comments about it too, a joke that Aria would be the strict mom and Chris would be the chill dad. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Chris and Aria like to create equal balance in their relationship. Chris doesn’t want anyone thinking that he’s above Aria because he know he’s not and Aria admires that about him. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Aria and Chris rarely fight anymore. Sure, there were problems in college but they’ve managed to put it behind them and work out their issues. They weren’t about to make the same mistakes again. Sometimes they fight over small things but never anything quite like they used to. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Chris thanks Aria all the time on everything she does, even her just being in his life. He doesn’t want her to ever think he’s forgotten how lucky he is and he likes to remind her a lot. Aria sure as hell isnt complaining though because they thank each other a lot

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

No. They hate hiding things from each other. Unless it’s to do with a surprise party but something to do with a friend, they tell each other everything because they have the fear that one secret could ruin everything. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Aria definitely changed Chris, making him feel like he should commit to a relationship and not just fear of getting hurt all the time. When he first came to college, he had serious trust issues but Aria fixed him and he’s forever grateful for that. Same goes for Aria. Chris helped her gain an understanding of the world and realise how misunderstood she can really be. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Chris tends to get more jealous than he should but it isn’t anything major. Aria is just really popular and she’s just so goddamn nice that maybe she doesn’t realise she’s befriending someone who secretly wants her. She loves to see the good in people so she wouldn’t notice or would simply ignore it but Chris... would wanna take control of the situation but he wouldn’t because he doesn’t wanna seem possessive or controlling. He never wants her to feel like property. In fact, that’s the last thing he wants. He may just want her to realise it on her own, by maybe acting a little more distant than usual and later when Aria questions him about it, he’d just let her figure it out. It’s a classic method and it works every time. 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Chris was an experienced kisser when he met Aria but she didn’t have much. They’ve both learned together to improve so it makes their newfound ability reserved for only each other. As for their first kiss, we all know it was that sweet moment on the rooftop that can never be forgotten. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Chris is of course the one who said those three words first and it was such a sweet moment, with him wanting to make Aria feel like the only person to have his heart and make her feel like the only girl in the world. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Of course! They’re ready to get married! Chris obviously proposed at the end of Senior Year and many people would say that’s too soon but they don’t care because they love each other. Marriage would be just like they talked about, not even any different to how they were before. Just both their names on a contract and maybe Aria’s last name being changed to Powell. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Chris is more with the nicknames because he can pull them off a lot better, calling Aria things like ‘baby’ and ‘beautiful’. He’s always been a fan of the more classic ones and he knows how much Aria loves them. Aria can just about get away with ‘babe’ but sometimes she slips out ‘captain’ and that almost always turns Chris on. 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s VERY obvious to their friends. Who could count the amount of times Chris and Aria tell each other they love each other? It’s sweet but it’s also a lot. Chris sometimes doesn’t even express his feeling in his words, just wrapping Aria in a warm embrace and she melts into the natural heat of his body. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

PDA is always a given. They just love each other so damn much and Chris can’t help himself. He always needs physical contact with his girlfriend. Sometimes he’ll hold her hand or pull her onto his lap or simply wrap his arm around her waist. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

For some reason, they can always see right through each other and it almost helps when one of them are sad and require comfort. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Chris is such a cute dork and as cheesy as they come. He loves those classic dates and doing things like taking Aria out to fancy restaurants and giving her flowers and chocolates. Then of course, sometimes Aria’s plan comes in where they order pizza and watch a movie on Netflix. Both ideas work perfectly fine. Just a lot less effort. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Aria supports Chris’ career and she’s never once doubted him, even when he doubted himself. She wears his jersey when she goes to his games and there’s never been a time when he hasn’t spotted her face in the crowd. It’s one of the reasons why he loves her so much because she never gives up on him. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Chris and Aria can get experimental... in bed especially. More focusing on the places where they do it. Their regular life usually follows a simple routine and there are of course lazy days of sitting in and doing nothing. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Aria and Chris know each other like the back of their hand. They’ve learned so much about each other over the four years of having known each other and they want each other to know everything. Past present future. You name it.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Their relationship is the most important thing to both of them. Even when it seemed like a career was more important, they found each other to be the thing that kept them happy all along. Chris is almost scared to lose Aria again so he’s so much more careful with her than he used to be. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sometimes Aria lets Chris braid her hair and the first time he did it was so cute because he didn’t have a clue what he was doing and it turned out so messy that Aria promised he wouldn’t have to do it again and he was very thankful. The cutest thing is he wanted it to go right and really tried hard. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

ALL THE TIME. Chris is so affectionate to Aria, especially in the morning. He loves waking her up in the morning whether it’s sweetly, carefully or even sexually. It’s his favourite part of the day by far. They of course cuddle when watching films or shows and even when they’re hanging out with their friends 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When Chris goes off for games that can last around two weeks, Aria misses him so much and even on breaks when they’re apart. But they text each other non stop and make sure to have regular contact with one another. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Chris would do anything for Aria and she would do anything for him. There have a set an unbreakable foundation for their relationship and they won’t dare do anything to jeopardise it. Not after everything they’ve been through. 

[embersofstardust]

For the OC ask, if you don't mind, all of them? I like all the names and am curious about snake boi! 😊

:D absolutely!!!! But it’s gonna get long, so i’m throwing it under the “read more” (also sorry it took so long! I tried to do it before work, but didn’t have enough time so i had to wait until i got home)

ok, so i’ll do snake boi first then!

Full Name: he doesn’t have one yet lolGender and Sexuality: Male (currently debating nonbinary), and asexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: He is a snake hybrid sort of deal. Not a naga, but has reptilian eyes/toungue and is coldblooded and prefers his food extremely rare even though it might stain his nice dress clothesBirthplace and Birthdate: No birthplace, but birthday is April 19thGuilty Pleasures: His favourite band is ABBA but he thinks it’s embarrassingPhobias: Crickets. they terrify himWhat They Would Be Famous For: writing the book he’s been working on for the past 10 yearsWhat They Would Get Arrested For: god um, maaayyyybe being involved in a fight? but only like, if one of his friends was getting the shit kicked out of them. he hates confrontationOC You Ship Them With: none atm!OC Most Likely To Murder Them: i honestly don’t knowFavorite Movie/Book Genre: movie is suspenseful thrillers, but book is romcom novels! another guilty pleasure tbh. even tho he’s asexual he likes the romance side of it and the cheesy lines always make  him laughLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: the fact that EVERYONE has to end up with somebody, and it’s usually a straight coupleTalents and/or Powers: no powers, but he can touch the bridge of his nose with his tongue! also he loves gardening and has a green thumbWhy Someone Might Love Them: he’s really just a mellow sweetheart with questionable fashion sense. he has green hair/stubble but likes to wear warm coloured dress clothesWhy Someone Might Hate Them: he really is almost unbearable mellow. he doesn’t get riled up very often and can talk for HOURS on book analysisHow They Change: he really hasn’t too much besides going from a more closed off type of character to just laid-back and sweet!Why You Love Them: he is literally the ONLY one of my characters with a decent amount of chill and i love his design so much

up next: Callalily! (also i’m  just realising i forgot two whole ocs, but i’m not gonna throw them in bc i don’t have anything other than their design and that they’re dating)

Full Name: Callalily MortrinskaGender and Sexuality: Female, lesbian (she dated a few guys, but eventually decided not for her)Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: black and cyborg! and not shy about it either, she makes sure her cyborg parts are made of shiny gold. it was the only thing they could do for her after a nasty accidentBirthplace and Birthdate: i don’t think i have a birthplace for any of them tbh but her birthday is November 3rdGuilty Pleasures: nothing is really a “guilty” pleasure for her? She is pretty open about everythingPhobias: one of her parts malfunctioning, someone she cares about getting hurt, miceWhat They Would Be Famous For: shooting someone who deserved it (she’s a sniper)What They Would Get Arrested For: shooting someone who only SHE thought deserved itOC You Ship Them With: none atm!OC Most Likely To Murder Them: none atm!Favorite Movie/Book Genre: probably the political fiction stuff!Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: how pink = girly girl and that they’re always airbrainedTalents and/or Powers: an incredible sniper! Also a really smooth flirt when she wants to beWhy Someone Might Love Them: she has a huge heart for people she cares about and is willing to go to the ends of the earth for themWhy Someone Might Hate Them: if you’ve pissed her off there is no mercy or second chances unless your apology is REALLY goodHow They Change: hasn’t really! i like it too much :)Why You Love Them: i love the thought of a badass, sniper cyborg woman who loves pink, skirts, and girls and has both aesthetics at the same time

Xinae!

Full Name: XinaeGender and Sexuality: agender/omnisexualPronouns: they/them she/her he/him (technically her race doesn’t deal with gender/pronouns/sexuality? they’re heavenly bodies soooo)Ethnicity/Species: a living starBirthplace and Birthdate: noneGuilty Pleasures: her moonPhobias: being locked away and forced to forget her moon (which has since happened)What They Would Be Famous For: defying a sunWhat They Would Get Arrested For: defying a sunOC You Ship Them With: her moon, who doesn’t have much of a design yetOC Most Likely To Murder Them: the jealous sunFavorite Movie/Book Genre: soft romance and fantasy fictionLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: forced romances that don’t develop/make senseTalents and/or Powers: she has intense light and heat, and can maneuver her way across the night sky to light the way for lost wanderersWhy Someone Might Love Them: she is gentle and kind, motherly almostWhy Someone Might Hate Them: she can sometimes not keep her mouth shut and if the reward outweighs the risk she’s not afraid of  consequencesHow They Change: no changes, shes new!!Why You Love Them: i love her story and design

Alrighty! Onto the twins Aven and Neva!

Full Name: Neva CarmondyGender and Sexuality: female, bisexualPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: human, idk ethnicity just yet but she’s pretty tan naturallyBirthplace and Birthdate: birthday is March 7Guilty Pleasures: Cheap beerPhobias: she’s actually really afraid of needles and blood in general for some reason?What They Would Be Famous For: whatever she got arrested for tbhWhat They Would Get Arrested For: public disturbance or climbing something she shouldn’t. maybe getting in a fightOC You Ship Them With: none atm!OC Most Likely To Murder Them: her brother tbh lolFavorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn’t really read books, but she likes audio ones! and actually really loves historical fictionLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: I hate you! oh i love you now!Talents and/or Powers: well i actually have them in BNHA, so they do have powers! She can alter/add something to people’s memories! she also took gymnastics for 8 years as a kid so shes pretty flexibleWhy Someone Might Love Them: shes fun! and totally willing to throw down for someoneWhy Someone Might Hate Them: a bit airheaded and doesn’t like to focus on serious things, she’d rather focus on having funHow They Change: honestly not too much? maybe a little less thot and a little more party but nothing major lolWhy You Love Them: it’s just a fun character!! and her dynamic with her brother is great

Full Name: Aven Carmondy (their 1st names are just reversed of each other lol)Gender and Sexuality: male, questioningPronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: again, idk ethnicity yetBirthplace and Birthdate: March 7Guilty Pleasures: dumb looking t-shirtsPhobias: worms (his sister thinks its hilarious)What They Would Be Famous For: being a philanthropist idk he hates being the center of attentionWhat They Would Get Arrested For: beating somebody for hurting his sisterOC You Ship Them With: none!OC Most Likely To Murder Them: none atm!Favorite Movie/Book Genre: sci-fiLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: inaccurate fake science lolTalents and/or Powers: again, has powers so! He can erase parts/whole memories!Why Someone Might Love Them: is the Mom Friend and very caring and protectiveWhy Someone Might Hate Them: painfully shy at first and a buzzkill at times worrying too muchHow They Change: he’s actually gotten a little more reserved! sorry buddy lolWhy You Love Them: i just do! also looking back at it we are pretty similar 

And now onto the big two!!!! :D

Full Name: Kronixus (Krow) Lioneheart (lion-heart)Gender and Sexuality: male, GAAAAYYYY AFFFFFFPronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: changes depending on my mood bc i use him in a bunch of stuff? but always a mixBirthplace and Birthdate: October 31stGuilty Pleasures: pop musicPhobias: snakes, has a legit phobia of a certain shade of pink its weird as hellWhat They Would Be Famous For: being a mad scientist/famous inventorWhat They Would Get Arrested For: beating somebody for hurting his sister/just getting in a fight in general OC You Ship Them With: none atm! (it’s usually with canon characters lol)OC Most Likely To Murder Them: ravenna tbhFavorite Movie/Book Genre: sci-fi and gritty romanceLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: ALSO inaccurate fake science. if its not plausible he throws a fitTalents and/or Powers: very smart!!!! has a great knack with machines, but shit at math it’s weird. also pretty musically giftedWhy Someone Might Love Them: he looks like a hard ass but is pretty sweet when you get to know him and v sensitive but still ready to fight someone for you w/ no questions askedWhy Someone Might Hate Them: ready to fight someone w/ no questions asked. also everyone thinks he’s straight so a lot of people get mad that their girlfriend thinks he’s hotHow They Change: was actually originally just a genderbend version of my main oc, but now is his own character completely with a different (more chaotic) personality! also was pan, but slowly evolved into just gay lolWhy You Love Them: he’s great! he’s such a chaotic gay energy but hides it under a hard-ass facade and i love him. i’ve also had him a while so yeah lol i put him in a lot of different aus/fandoms

The main one!!! My babey!!!!!

Full Name: Ravenna (Raven) Lioneheart (lol get it, raven and crow?)Gender and Sexuality: female, pansexual!!!!Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: again, idk ethnicityBirthplace and Birthdate: October 31stGuilty Pleasures: ummm? partying i guess? sometimes she loves it alittle TOO much lolPhobias: snakes, the dark, swimming (shes says drowning buttttt)What They Would Be Famous For: her music getting bigWhat They Would Get Arrested For: getting in a fight, public disturbancesOC You Ship Them With: none! just canon characters ^^’OC Most Likely To Murder Them: none?Favorite Movie/Book Genre: high fantasy and sci-fi!Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: dumb romance/heavy political stuffTalents and/or Powers: she has powers depending on the universe, and they change on my mood so not listing that. But she’s pretty good with machines (Krow is better) and really good at the arts! Much better than Kronixus! also very smartWhy Someone Might Love Them: will go to the ends of the earth for the ones she cares about, and it takes a lot to break her trust once she has it. can be very lovingWhy Someone Might Hate Them: is loud and not afraid to voice her opinions. thinks she’s bigger than she is and sometimes gets her ass kicked for itHow They Change: she was actually originally a self-insert a LONG time ago, but has grown with me and developed into her own person! obviously we still share similarities, mostly in what we like, but i’ve had her for so long it’s really hard to remember what it was like without herWhy You Love Them: again, i’ve had her FOREVER! and i just love tweaking her to fit whatever au i’m doing atm!

[tinyghanouj]

Castle on a Cloud - Les Miserable G/T (#1)

Soooo I decided to take kind of a mini-break from GRG. Too much has been going on and because of how complex and long I want the story to be, my mind needed a rest.  

However, that hasn't stopped me from pursuing other g/t writings! I've been working on this mini-series of short AU's for my favorite musical: Les Mis!!! It's going to be like a compilation of moments from Les Mis, in an AU where giants and humans coexisted. Characters like Jean Valjean and Marius will be giants while Fantine and Cosette will be humans. I'm going to capture some of my favorite scenes, and just...GT-fy it hehe

This first blurb will be Jean and Cosette's first time meeting  Enjoy!!

(If you want to read it on DeviantArt: here)

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“Come, Cosette, come, my dear

From now on I will always be here

Where I go, you will be”

“Will there be children and castles to see?”

“Yes, Cosette, yes, it's true

There's a castle just waiting for you.”

Cosette had never run so fast in her life.

Fear thumps inside panic-filled veins. There is only madness chasing after Cosette. Regret weaves in as she wished she did not listen to the request of her “caretakers.” She was being hunted down like an animal to eat whole, and the wolves did not see her as anything but supple meat to sate the winter’s bite. Her bare feet stung against the snow and rocks; tears began to well up on saddened eyes as the pain became unbearable. The Thénardiers, her unforgiving caretakers, ordered her to fetch a pail of water. She was merely a child of three who would only know fear when faced with the darkness of the woods. Their words had become law and punishment was in the form of unparalleled violence combined with maniacal laughter. An abandoned child by a weeping mother, she had no choice but to listen for no one else would shelter her. But now death seemed to be at her heels, the wolves nipping as they reached closer and closer.

She breathed heavy as she was able to keep a decent distance due to the adrenaline. Surprisingly she had held herself upright for a good amount of time before she had fallen, her toes had become caught from an overgrown root. Her face hit the cold blanket of snow, the tears falling helplessly onto the snow as she curled up within herself. There was no point in running, and she had resigned herself to death.

But little did she know that a giant by the name of Jean Valjean was traversing through the dark woods. He was in search of poor Cosette, a young girl who was spoken with eternal love by a mother who had passed away under pain of injustice.

The starved wolves had begun the ritual of death: they circled a frozen girl who was nothing but a mound on the snow-covered flooring, growls that stricken terror to any who listened and jaws that were ready to snap. However, before they could tear into her innocent flesh, they too now had begun to taste fear. The giant had come into view to stop the madness he was watching, a hulking figure that was rippled in muscles and strength.

Cosette turned to look at the giant man standing above her. He was the most massive man she had ever seen, his legs long and thick, his torso carrying up to a neck and head that led Cosette’s eyes to a face. The giant towered over the little girl, her tiny body looking like a speck next to him. His dark eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at her, his body perking up as he saw the wolves behind her. With his lips in a tight line he planted his heavy foot onto the ground, the sound deep and loud, the gang of wolves suddenly cowering, whimpers replacing their growls as they turned around, head and tails low as they ran away.

“Silly creatures,” the giant shook his head, adjusting his green coat.

Cosette let out a low cry, her whole body shaking as she stared at the man. She wanted to escape, but fear had taken over. The giant gave her a small smile; one Cosette couldn’t return. She instead placed her hands over her face, shielding herself from the giant as she sobbed quietly.

“Oh, poor thing,” the giant murmured. “Don’t be afraid. The wolves are gone, and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

The girl maintained her position, hands up in defense, far too afraid to look at the giant. She felt the softest caress on her head, making her jump and look up, watching as the man continued with his faint smile, his big finger gently stroking her hair.

“Don’t be scared, little one. I won’t harm you. Let me help you. Where are your parents? I’ll take you to them. You don’t have to worry about a thing, I promise,” the giant reassured her. “What’s your name?”

“I… I...” murmured Cosette. His voice was so warm and kind that her fast beating heart slowed down, her lips parting to speak up again. “Cosette.”

The giant’s soft smile fell into a frown. “Oh, no. Poor girl. Fantine is your mother…”

Cosette nodded wildly, her eyes wide at the sound of her mother’s name.

“I am so sorry, poor child. Your mother told me all about you,” the man shook his head. “My heart breaks as I tell you this… but your mother passed away. She had fallen very ill, but she loved you so much.”

Cosette couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even cry. It had been so long since she had seen her mother and heard her sweet, angelic voice. Cosette wrapped her arms around herself, looking up at the man with pleading eyes. He was her only hope now. What was a little girl to do without her mother? Tears pricked her eyes as her lips trembled, a low sob leaving her.

“I could never replace your mother, but I promise I’ll look after you. My name is Jean Valjean,” the man said softly. “And I will spend the rest of my life taking care of you, Cosette.”

“Will you be my f-father?” The last word so sacred and foreign to her that it came out stuttered and stumbled as if it was another language that she had yet to learn. The sparkle in her eyes made Jean smile in adoration.

“I will be your father and your mother.” Thunderous words that did not sound like calamity but instead the gospels of the heavens. His comment would forever be stitched into her scarred-heart to fix the broken pieces. “You shall never have to want no more, whatever is mine shall now become yours.”

He then slowly carried her into his palm and propped her onto his shoulder, and she clung tightly to his collar. Despite being so high up, she was not afraid. No, fear would no longer be her companion. Instead, she felt brave and full of strength as she looked down. The forest seemed so small and from above did not scare her as much as she thought.

As Jean stomped away, she took one last glance towards the abandoned pail on the floor. This would be the last memory she had of this place. Buried under the snow was her cruel past and new beginnings were waiting for her.

She was going home.

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“Nevermore alone

Nevermore apart

You have warmed my heart like the sun.

You have brought the gift of life

And love so long denied me.

Suddenly I see

What I could not see

Something suddenly

Has begun.”

“Hm,” Jean murmured. “I only have this bed, and I know it’s far too big for you, but it’ll do for now. At least until I can build you a proper one.”

Cosette couldn’t help but smile as Jean placed her gently onto his large bed. It was fit for a giant and giant for a human, but she didn’t mind. Jean’s house was warm and inviting. The candle in the room gave her a calm, pleasant feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She watched as Jean pulled back the blankets, his hands fluffing the pillows before he picked her up once more, settling her little body against the large, comfortable mattress. He brought the sheets up, being careful not to overload her with the thick material, a fond smile on his face as she slowly fluttered her eyes shut.

Cosette looked so tiny in his massive bed. It consumed her, looking like an ant pressed against the big, soft rectangle. Jean used his pinkie finger to give Cosette’s head a small rub, just like earlier, except this time much more delicate. He hummed a soft, pleasant tune, one that made Cosette smile. She felt so at ease, so relaxed despite the news she had received.

“Go to sleep, little one,” whispered. “Rest your head. Today was hard but tomorrow will be easier, and I promise I will never leave your side.”

Cosette's eyes shut completely; lips parted as sleep hit her. Jean made sure to stay until she looked settled and comfortable, the girl’s breathing steady, her cheeks a red color. He felt her skin there and smiled at the warmth from her. It was much better than her previous freezing skin.

Jean hummed happily before blowing out the candles, giving the little girl one last, long look. She was so tiny, so easy to break, her body far too small for his giant bed – but God, it made her look so pure and innocent. With her blonde hair pooling around the pillow, Jean nodded to himself, accepting his fate. Cosette was his to care for now, and he would die before he let anyone hurt her.

[cagsun]

Notes about Japan

Oh, Japan, how to start writing about you? We came to visit for just 20 or a maximum of 25 days, depending on the coronavirus situation in South Korea and we ended up staying for more than 60 days. So far.

That is not much when you think about slow travelers or maybe war-time stranded soldiers (yes, I’m looking at you 7 years in Tibet) or refugees. In history there have been people who were left in much worse situations for a much longer time, that’s true.

But there’s a certain peculiar pain in not being able to pursue travel plans that you have been making for years, and burning 2 months of your time and savings on some other country just waiting to return to your homeland. There is much going on inside us there to talk about. I am not sure if I can cover that here, but let's try.

I persuaded myself that those dreams of traveling to Latin America won’t be happening soon, and so far it seems I am comfortable with it. Having traveled almost 4 months around Asia really helped with that. I feel a certain amount of satisfaction from traveling right now that I don’t feel like I need more of it. And also, I came to recognize that traveling can be used perfectly as a runaway tool. If you are unhappy with things in your life, travel is one of the best ways to run away from them, only to return to the same pains when the travel is over. There is so much that keeps you busy while traveling (planning trips, accommodation, learning about new places, getting to know people) you don’t really need to look inside. You can keep running away as long as you want. And you can even get addicted to that. Because it’s such a great way of running away, so much joy involved in it: you would feel happier than you could ever be in your daily life, so travel would feel like the ultimate rescue package. And you would employ it whenever life feels unbearable again. To me this is the sad truth about traveling, and why so many people seem to love traveling so much.

Maybe I’m now aware I can’t run away anymore. Maybe it’s time I need to come to terms with life as is, otherwise, my whole life will be a matter of running away from things. And that’s not what I want with my life, that I know. I now know that I need to consistently invest in certain things (people, expertise, hobbies, etc.) so that I can get deep in things and leave marks that don’t happen so easily & quickly. That is something I’ll need to remember for the rest of my life. Things may be painful, life might feel miserable, but I need to find my way of dealing with it, one way or another. This is my ultimate take away from traveling. And funnily enough, these thoughts didn’t appear to me while traveling.

It happened when we actually stopped traveling due to coronavirus and finally I had the time to think about things. That is why I think if you are after enlightenment, maybe what you need to do is stop moving, and stop searching. Stay where you are, stay with your thoughts and be courageous enough to listen to them. Maybe something is shouting inside you waiting to be heard. As Nuri Bilge Ceylan once said, a new place doesn’t create a new person.

Sorry Japan, I got quite sidetracked there. Talking about you, there is so much to say, and at the same time, it feels like there's nothing really worth saying since they had been said so many times before. Japan amazed us in so many different ways. From the moment we landed, until today, there was something surprising all the time if you were ready to see. I remember when we landed, the first evening we went to Akihabara. I wrote it in my blog post for that day, it was unbelievably interesting for me. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything that was pulling me more in that place. All those gadgets, stores of interesting things, games, cultural content... Heaven for a geek.

And from that beginning until today, there have been constantly things that would grab my attention, and creating some kind of desire in me. Many times with a commercial demand, but still the variety of things, the way they are presented, it’s very intriguing. I may say the Japanese are good at design. Things look beautiful as a default. Both natural things and man-made as well. They have a pixel-perfect way of dealing with and shaping nature as well. In their gardens, you can see they don’t have tolerance for lack of beauty but in contrast, they try to create imperfection intentionally. That may be one of many inconsistencies in Japanese culture, but I don’t feel equipped enough to write about Japanese culture. Because I can see it goes very deep, but I haven’t been able to dig deep. That is primarily due to communication difficulties. The number of people we could have a decent English conversation in Japan hasn’t been more than a handful. That is very unfortunate because there is so much to ask here, so much curiosity in me that I couldn’t find a response to, I gave up after a while with my desire to learn more.

That is also due to the fact that we had a very intense travel around Japan. With our 14-day rail pass, we have seen more than 10 cities and tried to really cover those places with respect so we really had days of running from place to place. I wouldn’t do it that way if I knew we would have 60days or 80days here rather than 20.

Coming back to my point, this intense traveling made me tired quite quickly, and my desire to learn more disappeared since there was soooo so much to learn, and I basically didn’t have that much energy or capacity to learn so much in such a short time. And that habit continued after we got stranded and we had so much extra time here.

What else are they good at? They are definitely good at technology but that’s not news. What surprised me more is that they are so good at machinery and electronics combined with mechanics. I mean, I knew they were good at robotics but until I came here I didn’t recognize they have so many car brands, construction vehicles, precision trains, precision machines, elevators, etc. They are also good at building, controlling nature, controlling water, etc. One good example is the toilets. Just by looking at their toilets, you can say so much about Japanese culture -and all cultures in that respect- Japanese are the ones that took the concept of comfort in a toilet to an extreme. That deserves a post on its own but its highlights are: It can direct water to your preferred body part with the pressure of your preference, its seat is heated, it can play music for privacy and it has an electronically controlled flush. After seeing things like this, things that the whole world uses, and in Japan, you have a version of it that is clearly much better, you get to respect the country naturally. And these things don’t come to an end, which is great news. I saw a signage on the stairway that’s much better than anything I have seen, the showers are also better than anything in the rest of the world, their public baths ( wait, is there a trend here? ) their paper, pens and notebooks (or stationary in general) their rice, and rice makers, their speakers, and HiFi culture, their cameras, their fonts, their signages, sex toys, traffic lights... You name it.

And also their homes. I don’t think you can conclude that they are absolutely better but for me, there are certain things that should have been present in the rest of the world and I don’t know why it doesn’t. Like the tatamis and the futons, and showers and toilets for sure.

Since we came, I started to grow the feeling that from now on I would prefer the Japanese version of anything that I need, if that’s available from a Japanese manufacturer. It seems it’s very well thought over and manufactured with precision. It’s apparent that it’s usually engineering-driven thus complex in usability but it still feels sophisticated, and society has learned to cope with this complexity somehow. Their maps are a good example of this. The metro maps were driving us crazy, and somehow for the Japanese this is manageable. We were wondering if this is due to their extended ability to recognise visual things. I'm I mean, whoever can read and write that alphabet is worthy of a gold medal.

And this is only the material side of things. In Japanese people, we found one of the most welcoming, and probably the kindest hearts of all we’ve seen. They are calm, understanding, and emphatic despite whatever difficulty the situation may have. They are so good with technology and live a life surrounded by it, but they definitely haven’t lost their humanity. We had been through an event that shows the reality of this, more details on that in another post. But you don’t need to go through much to see this. They are especially nice with visitors and just happy to see you around, you meet people smiling or trying to help.

We actually came across some people who were volunteering to help guests. One was an old man, in front of the train station in Hiroshima. He had a neon yellow life jacket which said "volunteer". He was trying to help foreigners, so he approached us seeing that we were looking at our phones in the middle of the street. Although we knew where we were going, we still asked him and he showed us the place, feeling the pleasure of being helpful. I came across some people, who cheered us with their drinks while I was just looking inside the place, to see if it was nice inside. I was surprised because I didn’t have a drink to respond to their gesture, but exchanging smiles was enough.

I wish we had the chance to find deeper into the roots of Japanese culture. We had tried our best, maybe not while intense traveling, but we stayed with a family in Okinawa for instance, and we definitely have a better idea of family life after our experience with them. We also watched several movies, and read a good book ‘a geek in Japan’, which we borrowed from the Cervantes Institute in Tokyo.

After all these days, I feel like I have a decent understanding of Japan. Not quite enough, but I’m sure I’d need years before I’d feel it is enough.

In the end, we are just travelers passing by. To get deeper, you have to stop, and take the time to get clearer, deeper and sometimes better.

[funamuseawritings]

soooo uhhhh it'd be super slammin if u could write something for idate/rock or rocma/tatsumiya take your time and thanks for writing fics for this fandom

(Hiya, mod Syake here, I'mma pick Rocma/Tatsu for this ask, since I’ve always wanted to write it (I’ve never had a chance to), but if you wanna send in another request for Idate/Rock, I totally encourage you to do it!!)

She’s nervous. She’s very nervous. The oar fish’s eyes dart from left to right, scanning across tables upon tables, where plenty of others sat. Friends, family, c… Couples… She sat upon herself, her hands resting on the table and shyly fiddling with her thumbs. She’s dressed differently, wearing an evening dress; a white gown with red adorning down the middle, reaching to her ankles. It wasn’t too flashy, but yet it wasn’t informal or bland. She even picked her best matching shoes for this, and put on makeup, which she NEVER did. She hope she did an okay job of making herself look presentable.. She never thought she could ever dress up this much for just one person, but here she is, wondering where she was. She.. Oh, her… Her cheeks flush thinking about her. She bites her lip, as her eyes go back to scanning.

Tatsumiya had arrived early, maybe a bit too early. She has been so anxious about this date since she was asked out a week ago, the butterflies growing in her stomach more and more which each passing day. Now that it’s time, it’s almost unbearable. She feels like she’s going to literally collapse out of her chair and violently vomit up her organs from how much they fluttered and tickled inside of her. She felt like she was going to pass out. Though, she will admit that she does feel excited.

How did she meet the polar bear again.. That one orca was nice enough to introduce her to her, and while he seemed more interested in having both of them under his finger, which she originally didn’t mind, something about Rocma.. Sparked something deep in her. She was so ginger with the fish, and was almost overprotective of her whenever she was messed with, especially if it was from the orca. While she’s tough and strong, she has a soft side that she warmed up to very fast. Tatsumiya wasn’t even sure if the bear was interested in girls, so she didn’t even bother asking or talking about her feelings as they grow more with everyday.

Months pass, almost a year after their original meeting, and then all of a sudden, Rocma pulled Tatsumiya to the side and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Now, really, they’ve gone on “dates” before, but this one was different. She wanted to try out a “relationship”, a romantic one, because, as Rocma admitted, that she thought the oar fish would make a nice partner with how gentle and charismatic she was. Rocma said she lacked all of that by being a brute, but internally Tatsumiya disagreed with that fact, through all of embarrassment. Tatsumiya, after some time of recovery, eventually said yes to Rocma’s offer.

And here we are now. Tatsumiya had picked this place, since Rocma said that she didn’t really know anywhere fancy. She also said she would take care of her own transportation, which Tatsumiya was concerned about. Rocma could swim, yes, but not very well nor for very long, and there was a large amount of water separating the two. As she thought that, she heard a loud slam against the side of the building, startling everyone inside. It was then followed by loud girly screams and yelling with even more slams and loud thuds, before just. Silence. Nothing. For a good few minutes.

Confuzzled, Tatsumiya was caught off guard by the sudden ‘Sorry, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.’ spoken next to her. The oar fish yanked her head over, staring at a very scuffed up and somewhat bloody ball of white with an obvious expression of displeasement. She had changed dresses, but whatever fancy dress she had been wearing was terribly torn, ripped in places that were obviously scandalous, but the bear didn’t seem to care. Everyone was staring. Tatsumiya flushed a bit more at the sight of her body, but was too overtaken with surprise to really say anything at first. It wasn’t until Rocma finally took a seat and started looking at the menu that words began to roll out from her gaping mouth.

“W-What happened…? A-Are you okay? D-Do you need a change of clothes? D-Do you need some healing? D-Do you–” Tatsumiya’s mouth just stumbled quickly in confusion, before being interrupted by Rocma holding up her paw in dismissal.

“Slow down there, don’t sprain your tongue by talking so fast. I’m fine as is. Besides, it’s not my blood.. Well, most of it.” She cackled a bit, everyone just continuing to stare harder and harder, whispering to each other. “I got here by tricking the orca. Shirogane pissed me off earlier, so I used him as a piece of bribery and said the orca could beat him up if he got me here and back, but turned out he ended up being more interested in me by the end of it. Tore his throat out, Shirogane got in the middle of it, he’s pretty beat up, too.. I really did want to look my best for this, but I guess that just won’t happen this time.” She smiled, almost as if nothing happened, shifting her eyes across the menu.

Tatsumiya didn’t even have anything to say back. She just stared back in awe, eyes and mouth wide open just like the fish she was. She had so many questions still, mostly about morality, but that iceberg was never built off of that. The whole place was a nuthouse, some way or another. But.. She didn’t see anything personally wrong with that, just different. She finally let her eyes rest with the first blink since Rocma started her story.

“How.. Are you gonna get back home?” was the best she could mutter, only saying what really concerned her at the time. If Idate was incapacitated, then that meant she didn’t really have a way back.

“Oh, uh… I was gonna ask a favor out of you for that. I was going to ask you to find someone who can take me back up.”

“Oh.. Haha, no, you’re fine!! I can go with you, if you’d like.”

“But I know you don’t like the cold a lot, and the water only gets worse the more north you go.”

“U-Uh, it’s fine, I-I mean.. I have you to warm me up, d-don’t you..?” Tatsumiya gave a sheepish smile at that, the both of them laughing with each other with slight reds on their cheeks. Rcoma said that she was funny, and enjoyed her innocent sense of flirtary.

Some time passed, their meals already ordered and half eaten. They spent almost the entire time talking, Tatsumiya venting about how Helica nearly tore down a house due to her anger, Rocma updating Tatsumiya about how Mafuyu was doing and how her studies with Yukisada and Peraco’s brothers are, and they both of them exchanging occasional compliments to each other, always giving a blush to other’s face.

With another loud thud and more yelling, a blood covered and crying wolf bolted into the restaurant, screaming at the top of his lungs. Not too long after that, a hostile and VERY excited Idate came sprinting in afterwards, yelling that Shirogane can’t get away and that he’s going to cook his ribs for dinner.

Rocma sighed as Idate was able to spot her again, the orca shaking in place with the amount of adrenaline through his body.

“Ohh, that’s where you went, Shirokuma! I almost thought you abandoned me.. Now, come to daddy.” He sneered, gesturing his arms out with a large smirh. A low groan comes from Rocma’s throat.

“Please excuse me, dear.” Rocma muttered as she started sit up. She patiently waited for an quiet ‘okay’ from Tatsumiya as she darted off, people screaming as their tables were thrown up from the carnage that immediately ensued.

Shirogane, Idate, and Rocma were banned from ever coming to that restaurant ever again, Tatsumiya being the only one not due to just awkwardly watching from the side lines. Rocma profusely apologized that this first date was a complete disaster and that it was all her fault for even bringing the two nearby. Tatsumiya, after being so silent for so long, finally began to laugh, covering her mouth to let herself look more composed.

“What’s so funny? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“I-I am, b-but..” Tatsumiya panted for her breath, snickering throughout her words. “B-But it’s okay, it honestly is! It’s just charming, in its own weird way.. It’s familiar. T-That’s who I know you as, and I wouldn’t have expected anything different from w-who–” She paused for a minute to catch what she was saying, before internally going ‘screw it’.

“I wouldn’t have expected a-anything different from who I fell in love with…”

Rocma blinked, trying to immediately hide her shock, trying to look as passive as she could as her face grew red from embarrassment. “I.. I see. Uh..” Shoot, now she was having trouble on what to say. “…C-Care that we go for another one? I-I won’t make a stupid decision this time..”

Tatsumiya chuckled, before happily nodding her head. “Of course, Rocma. I’d be more than happy to. When?”