#but i wont keep my hopes up for that lol even i would have a hard time convincing malleus to stop what hes doing esp bcs i relate to his-

[pupkashi]

facetimes & phone calls

part one // part two // masterlist

part three of lights out f1 au | both you and satoru are beyond busy, but pinky promises should never be broken, right?

a/n: helloooo !! i hope u guys are doing well :3 im so deeply sorry for the wait you’ve had to endure for this part </3 i hope you guys enjoy it !! i swear i wont take nearly as long to upload the next part LOL plzplzplzplz let me know what you guys think it really helps motivate me to keep going :3 reblogs are very appreciated <3 any f1 enjoyers do not jump me for any inaccuracies in the schedule okay thats all bye bye !

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tags: gojo satoru x reader, formula one au, gojo is in his rookie season, fluff and angst, long distance is hard

LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !

neither you or satoru were ones to break pinky promises, even two months into the relationship the two of you had managed to have at least one conversation each day despite your busy schedules and jarring time difference. there hadn’t been enough time between races for him to be able to fly in and visit, and you had begrudgingly rejected his offers to fly you out to any races.

and so the two of you sat on facetime, your phone propped up against the lamp on your desk as you reviewed for your upcoming finals. satoru cherished every moment he could spend talking with you, going on and on about his day, making sure to spare no details so you felt included. you hung on his every word, happy to be an outlet for him after stressful days on and off the paddock.

“what about you? how was your day?” he asked, a glint in his eyes as he watched you furrow your brows in concentration before humming and replying.

“same as usual, went to class, had lab, studied” you shrugged, insecurities creeping in. you were just a boring college student, how could your day ever compare to the glamor of his? nothing in your daily life compares to him getting sponsors from million dollar companies.

“what’d you do in lab?” satoru urges on, “y’know i would’ve liked to go to college i think it would’ve been nice.” your ears perk up at his comment.

“really?” you have a small smile on your face as he nods at you, looking off to the side before focusing back on his phone.

“yeah, wanted to study engineering” he replies, “i like hearing about your days so i can live vicariously through you” he giggles, even through the phone you can see the blush on his cheeks as you stared at him.

there’s a beat of silence before you speak up again. “well i woke up early cause i had to take the bus- and you know how full the busses get for 8 ams” you ramble, continuing to talk about your day in detail. satoru couldn’t feel more grateful, hanging on your every word just as you did his.

“there’s a race this weekend right?” you asked after a couple minutes of silence. satoru nodded, grabbing his phone where he had it propped up and holding it up as he laid on his back, one arm behind his head.

“imola this weekend, think you’ll wake up on time for it?” he teases, you scoff and roll your eyes at him.

“it’s not my fault i had to pull an all nighter before the last one” you pouted, “i really did try! i watched the first two laps before passing out” you defended. satoru couldn’t help but laugh.

“alright, alright I’m just teasing you sweetheart” he looks at your now flustered face and swears his skips a beat, “don’t ever feel guilty about missing a race, your classes are more important even though i try to talk you into skipping to follow me around the world.”

you grow more flustered by his words, smiling widely at your phone and clearing your throat. “maybe once I graduate I can take a gap year” regret creeping up on you. was it too soon to bring up the future? the two of you hadn’t even said i love you yet.

“oh that would be a dream” satoru giggles, his face flushed and he’s practically swinging his legs like a schoolgirl. “we can wear matching outfits in the paddock and i can show you around the cities- oh my god ill get to kiss you right after races.” the white haired driver catches himself in his daydreams, clearing his throat before trying to backtrack as to not scare you off.

“I mean only if you want of course” he assures, his face burning as a shy smile creeps onto his lips. “would you want to?”

“Im the one who brought it up, genius” you tease. satoru lets his heart skip a beat, admiring you as you got back to studying. “oh also i might be texting you a bit less since finals are around the corner.”

you can practically hear your boyfriend pouting through the phone, “how much less?”

“not too sure, I’ve got a couple back to back days so i need to start early to cover all the material” you sigh, stressing out over all of it already, “I’ll try to keep calling but i get really bad at communicating during finals season” you admit.

“it’s okay sweetheart, just take care of yourself alright?” he gives you a soft smile, “I’ve actually gotta go but I’ll text you, make sure you don’t stay up too late.”

satoru laughs as you give him a salute, smiling and waving goodbye before hanging up. he rolls over on his back and lets out a sigh, it’ll be okay, right? he begrudgingly sits up in his bed, rubbing his face before standing and getting on with his day.

the sunlight is barely creeping into his Monaco home, there’s a couple decorations here and there, some trophies from F2 and now a second place trophy is adorning the top of his shelf. photographs with family and friends hung on the wall, a picture of him and suguru smiling brightly at the camera, both of them no older than 14, clad in their karting uniform.

satoru wasn’t sure what do with himself, it was rare for him to be up so early. he almost regrets hanging up so soon, but as his phone buzzes with your text he smiles.

goodnight <3

he knew you’d have stayed up all night studying if he had stayed on the phone with you. satoru wastes no time in replying to you, a grin on his face as he makes his breakfast. he did have a couple errands to run, making a mental checklist as he finishes up his food and checks his phone, just in case you had texted him again.

he wasn’t sure how he survived without your presence before, the hours of the day seemed to drag on, texts from the team, a quick phone call and meeting up with Oscar and a couple of his friends to play some padel.

“are the rumors true then?” oscar asks, a sly smile on his face as satoru looks at him with the tiniest grin.

“dunno what you’re talking about” he teases, Oscar nudged him softly as they both stand from the bench, satoru twirling the padel in his hand as they get ready to play.

“you plan on introducing them to anyone?” satoru thinks it over, mentally mapping out your schedule as they continue the match.

“maybe after the semester ends, might be able to convince them to follow me around for the summer” he replies, cheering and giving the McLaren driver a high five as they score.

satoru’s mind continues to wander the rest of the day, what would it be like to have you here for the summer? he thinks about showing you around Monaco, taking you around Europe and treating you to fancy dinners. he imagines you in his house, having you meet the other drivers, it all makes his stomach flip.

you weren’t lying when you had said you’d be texting him less, with satoru only receiving a good morning text and nothing else for the next six hours. by the time you’d had a moment to take a break satoru was sound asleep, his phone buzzing next to him.

“hello?” his voice is raspy and groggy, and you feel guilty for ruining his sleep.

“did i wake you? sorry we can talk later” you quickly rush out, zipping up your bag and making your way out of the building you’d been studying in.

satoru rubs his eyes, checking the clock and seeing how late it was, “no, it’s okay what’s up?” his eyes are still half closed, a loopy smile on his face as he hears your voice.

“just wanted to say hi, sorry i hadn’t texted you, had to meet up for a project and then studied for finals” you sigh out, “gonna get home make some food and probably study for the rest of the day.”

satoru hums in response, “want me to send you something to buy dinner?” you can’t help but laugh, a blush and stupid grin on your face as you walk through campus.

“no, I’ll be okay thank you though” you giggle, “how was your day? when are you heading to Italy for the race?”

“tomorrow probably” he mumbles, “hopefully it’ll be a good weekend for the team” his voice trails off as he sighs dramatically, “even if you won’t be there.”

“just gotta get through these next two weeks,” you say, comforting yourself more than you were him. satoru can practically feel the stress through the phone. “my bus is here I’ll text you?” there’s a hint of hope in your voice and satoru yawns on the other end, humming.

“I’ll be waiting, sweetheart” satoru has a sleepy grin on his face as you whisper a quick bye and hang up, two minutes later he’s out like a light.

you sit giddy in your bus seat, headphones in as you scroll through your instagram. there’s a feeling of being watched you can’t seem to shake, looking up and finding two girls staring at you, quickly tearing their eyes away as if they weren’t caught staring. you check your shirt, then your reflection in the bus window. with furrowed brows you shake it off, maybe they recognized you from a class?

there was no telling how long it had been since you began studying, your eyes burning as you decided to take a quick nap, figuring you’d be up in an hour to knock out some last minute assignments.

when you woke up at was already almost 5 in the morning, groaning as you saw your somehow snoozed alarm. thankful you didn’t have classes that day as you scrolled through your notifications.

satoru <3 1h ago

good morning :)

about to get on the plane :P

forgot to mention it was a morning flight lol

you felt a small pang in your chest, texting him back quickly

hi !! sorry i got so caught up in studying i totally forgot to text you :(

i hope it’s a safe flight !!!

im probably gonna head to bed for a bit longer, have a good day :3

the frown on your face was evident as you locked your phone, your reflection staring back at you. there was no telling what satoru was up to, it was 11 am in Italy, you figured he was probably setting up in his hotel room or in team meetings.

the days seemed to fly by, with you losing track of when qualifying was, waking up for the last part of Q3 and cheering when satoru placed P5.

you texted him immediately, knowing he wouldn’t see it until later. there was a slight pang in your chest as you scrolled through the past messages, sparse ‘good morning’s, ‘good night’s and ‘hope you had a good day’ being most of the texts for the last couple days.

part of you knew this is what you’d signed up for, having talked to satoru about it the night before you’d come home from Japan.

“i really like you” you began, your hands fiddled with the drivers fingers as he hummed for you to go on. “but do you really have time for a relationship right now?” the words hurt to say out loud, but both of you were thinking it.

“I’ll make time for you,” he responded, not missing a beat as he stilled your fingers, intertwining his with yours and squeezing softly. “hey” he mumbled, smiling when you finally looked him in the eyes, “we’ll make it work, pinky promise.”

you sighed, locking your phone before slinging your backpack over your shoulder and heading out the front door.

satoru felt like the team debrief went on for ages, fingers itching to check his phone. had you woken up on time? he nodded along to kento and toto’s words, having some input on track and tire feel when necessary.

“alright get some rest, let’s try and get both of you on the podium tomorrow” toto spoke, laughing when satoru shot out of his chair and waved goodbye quickly.

satoru wasted no time in checking his phone, grinning when he saw your live commentary via text. he immediately pressed the dial button, hoping you weren’t busy.

“well if it isn’t mr. P5 himself” you teased, a smile on your face as you walked across campus. “you did great today, i think” you smile.

“hi sweetheart” he’s practically giggling to himself as he walks to the car, a giant grin on his face, “i saw you woke up in time for quali” he says, turning the car on and reversing out of the parking spot.

“course i did! had to cheer for my favorite driver” you reply, “ill be up for the race tomorrow also, it’s not insanely early” satoru can’t help but feel nervous, as if you were right there with him.

“I’ll do my best for you sweets” there’s a beat of silence before he speaks up again, “how’s studying going?” the words make you let out a small sigh, satoru frowns a bit.

“it’s going, last day of classes today and then I’ll have more than enough time to hyper focus in on everything else I’ve gotta study.” you sit on a bench outside the campus library, staring at a couple of birds in the tree in front of you.

“two weeks and you’re done with the semester right?” satoru wonders how stressed you’d be for the next two weeks, if would you be texting even less than you were now.

“week and a half, my last final’s on that wednesday” you mess with the strap of your backpack as you speak, “but I’ll be free after that.”

satoru hums, wondering if he should get you plane tickets for the races now or if he should hold off to closer to the date.

“I’ve gotta get to this study room before someone steals it, and you need to get some rest for the race tomorrow” you say, smiling when satoru whines for five more minutes. “bye toru get some rest, I’m betting everything in my bank account on you getting on the podium”

“well you’d only be losing like what? $15?” the driver teases and you wish he was there so you could smack him. “goodnight sweetheart, make sure you eat dinner and get some rest too okay?”

your goodbyes extend into another 10 minutes of talking, finally saying goodnight to him when you hear him yawning a bit, hanging up before the two of you could strike up another topic of conversation.

the next morning you were awake bright and early, watching the race with your friend as the two of you have your laptops open to work that slides that should’ve been getting studied, but instead stare at the two of you cheering at the fast cars.

you’re drowning in a Mercedes crewneck, satoru’s number embroidered on the front. he’d bought it and shipped it to you when he found out you didn’t own any formula one merch, except for the Red Bull shirt you’d bought on sale. it practically brought the driver to his knees when he caught glimpse of the two bulls on your t shirt.

you’re hugging the pillow in your lap tightly, on the edge of your seat as you watch satoru enable his DRS behind a McLaren driver.

“and gojo is on norris’ tail as we head into the chicane, he’s out of the slipstream- he’s able to get into the apex first and he overtakes!” the announcers voice is blaring though your apartment, “another great move by the rookie as he gets yet another podium for Mercedes.”

you can’t help but cheer, jumping from the couch out of excitement. “that’s my boyfriend!” you squeal, a grin on your face as you jump around with your friend, hugging her in satoru’s stead.

there’s no wiping the grin on your face as you watch him get out of his car, cheering and running to his mechanics before taking his helmet off. you feel your cheeks heat up at how hot he looks, breath hitching in your throat as you try (and fail) at focusing back on your studies. small giggles leave your mouth as you record the podium ceremony, snapping a picture of your tv and sending it to the man on your screen

told you I’d cheer you on :3 I’m so proud of you !!!

satoru spends the day in a blur, a whirlwind after the race as he handles media and team debriefs in the paddock. he gets to his hotel room beyond exhausted, falling face first into his mattress before finally checking his phone.

sweetheart <3 6h ago

his eyes go wide as he scrambles to text you back, a toothy grin on his face as he types back quickly. there’s no filter as satoru rambles on over text, sending you a plethora of messages explaining the race highlights and what he’d done after, being sure to ask how your studying is coming along. the time difference makes his heart ache, knowing you’d reply when he’d be dead asleep.

so he does the only thing he can do, ‘i hope you have a good day :3’ he sends, a small frown on his face before sighing and tossing his phone to the side and finally letting himself relax.

you weren’t sure where the days had gone, your stress growing exponentially as your finals creep up on you, hundreds of pages worth of notes to study as you coop yourself up in the campus library. the buzzing of your phone makes you lose focus, grabbing it and smiling softly when you see it was satoru.

hiii , can you call ??

at the library rn, talk later ?

oh

okay :)

no race this weekend but i might be busy w other stuff :P

satoru feels selfish for feeling hurt, he hadn’t talked to you in over a week already, the last time being sunday night after his imola podium. he tries to push past his feelings, reassuring himself that after this next week you’d be all his. he can’t be too mad at you though, seeing as though he’d all but ghosted you during some race weeks where he had other responsibilities on top of team duties.

the by week was no time for satoru to relax, with toto and kento calling him to train during the week so they could better prepare for the next race. now that they had a foot in the door for the world drivers championship they were gonna do everything they could to make it a reality. it was long days and nights for satoru, being the first one in and out as he listened in on strategy meetings and practiced on the simulators.

satoru landed face first in his bed when he got home, mumbling out a curse as he feels his phone vibrating next to him. what the fuck more did they want?

your contact picture lights up the room, one of you under the cherry blossoms after he’d asked you out. satoru’s foul mood has vanished, answering quickly before the last ring.

“hi!” he grins, sitting up in bed and looking at your face through the facetime call, he messily attempts to fix his hair as you stare at him with a smile.

“hi! whatcha up to?” you ask, messing with the pencil in your hand as you rub your eyes gently. satoru noticed the darkened bags under your eyes, and he can spot the empty can of Red Bull you’d forgotten to get off camera.

“just got back from practicing, they’re working me to the bone” he smiles, “how’s finals? almost done?” you nod at his words, exhaling dramatically.

“thank fuck I’m almost done, have my last three this week” you grin, “and before you ask yes I’ve been having actual food” satoru giggles over the phone.

“and that contraband next to you?” his brows lifted as you spot the crushed can and look at him sheepishly, tossing it into the trash can under your desk.

“dunno what you’re talking about, maybe the crashes got to your head?” you tease, satoru laughs, falling back onto his pillows, one hand behind his head. the flex of his biceps makes you lose your train of thought, satoru can’t help but admire how cozy you look in the crewneck he left you.

“funny seeing as though I’m in the top four for the championship” he quips, not so subtly trying to get your praise.

“i saw that! you’ve also podiumed in every race except your debut” you boast, wiggling your brows as you show off your limited knows, “i wish i could give you a kiss or hug you or anything” satoru feels the frustration in his bones, wanting nothing more than to hold you after the high of a podium.

“someone’s been studying up on the formula one” he replies, it makes your cheeks heat up, “after your finals you’ll be able to kiss me all you want, I’ll get you plane tickets to fly you over to me” the excitement in his chest is quickly put out as he sees the look on your face.

“i wanted to talk to you about that” you mumble, clearing your throat and tearing your gaze from your phone. you’re nervously writing in your notebook as satoru stares at you intently through the screen.

“what?” he lets out a breathless laugh, “i thought we agreed after your finals you’d come with me to my races?” he asks, furrowing his brows.

“we never talked about that toru” you laugh nervously, “and I’ve got this internship i interviewed for” you begin, eyes flickering to your phone to gauge his reaction. “um it’s between me and three other people- it’s a really good opportunity i can’t pass up on if i were to get it.”

the silence in the air makes you feel like you’re suffocating, not tearing your eyes from the paper you were writing notes in, satoru is staring dumbfounded at his duvet.

“oh.”

he winces at his own lack of words, racking his brain and speaking up again, “i mean that’s great but how are we going to work? like-” he laughs dryly running his fingers through his hair, “you’re not making time for us, how is this even a relationship?”

the words come out harsher than he intended them to, and it makes your chest pang with guilt. you bite your bottom lip, scoffing at his words and rolling your eyes.

“i don’t make time for us? what about you making time for us? for me? even before i started studying for finals it was me waiting around to see if you’d text or call” you snap back, the stress making your meaner than you wanted to be.

“you know racing isn’t just me driving around the track a couple times right? i have to practice, do media and promotions and so many other things” the slight snicker in his tone takes you by surprise, anger bubbling in your chest.

“okay? and it’s not just me going to classes for a couple hours and coming home and chilling out for the rest of the night” you shoot back, the grip on your pen tightening.

“y/n racing is my whole life, I’ve worked to get into formula one since i was a child” satoru says, “i can’t just skip out on stuff because you want me to.”

“so you shouldn’t ditch your responsibilities and goals but i should? for what? so i can be your little trophy wag?” the venom in your voice is enough to make satoru’s defenses go up.

“you know that’s not what I’m saying” he groans, “how are we ever going to work out if we’re texting each other every other fucking business day.”

maybe it was the terrible timing of it all; with the stress of finals driving you up a wall and satoru being hailed as Mercedes saving grace, the pressure was on him to compete for the world drivers championship title.

“im trying my fucking best, I’ve been nothing but supportive waking up at fuck ass o’clock to cheer you on” satoru rolls his eyes, clenching his jaw and shaking his head at your words.

“are you implying that I haven’t been supportive? I’ve sent you money for dinner, I’ve wished you luck every day I check in on you everytime i fucking can” he snapped.

“point to where i said that, stop pulling shit out of your fucking ass” you groaned, “you know what i have to study for this final im not wasting my time with this” satoru can’t help but chuckle darkly.

“so now working on our relationship is a waste of time?” he knows he’s being petty, but being snarky and rude was the only way he could mask his pain.

the exhaustion seemed to hit you at once, no longer having the energy to keep up with your anger. you put your face in your hands, sniffling before wiping your eyes. satoru’s heart breaks at the sound of your sniffles, eyes locking on your figure, frowning at your red rimmed eyes.

“let’s talk about this later” you mumble, satoru shakes his head, he knows there wouldn’t be enough time in his schedule to.

“no we need to discuss this now” his voice is stern, “if we don’t talk about this now we’re just going to be wasting each others time.” the statement breaks your heart, you know where this is going.

“we talked about this in the hotel” you say, “i knew this shit would happen.” satoru pieces everything together quickly, but ironic as it may be, he’s not fast enough.

“m-maybe in another life-” your voice wavers, chocking back a sob before you continue. “maybe in another life or another time it would’ve worked out for us.”

satoru’s hands go cold, he feels himself getting dizzy. the flurry of emotions makes him feel numb, but even as he stares at you dazed he whispers out, voice breaking.

“i love you.” the three words he’d been saving to tell you in person roll off his tongue naturally, so instinctively it hurts.

“don’t say that” you plea, “that’s just going to make this hurt more.” there’s a certain desperation in your voice, satoru shakes his head.

“do you not feel the same? tell me you don’t love me” he begs, heart shattering when you remain silent.

“i cant” your voice is barely above a whisper, you’re shocked your microphone even picks up on your words. “you know i love you, but-”

“why does there have to be a but? I don’t want to end things” satoru cries, his face is flushed red, bottom lip torn from how hard he was biting it earlier. “we can try harder, I’ll try harder” he’s clinging onto anything he can, hoping he’ll find the magic words to keep you on the phone longer.

“we have to be realistic about this satoru” you say, “we’ve got to let each other go.” even as you say the words they don’t seem to register in your mind, “we don’t have time for this relationship, it’s not fair to either of us.”

there’s so much left you want to say, but nothing seems right, not as your vision continues to blur through your tears as you pick at the lint of your sweater, his sweater. there’s no telling how much time had passed when he speaks up, it makes you jump slightly.

“so that’s it then?” satoru asks, it takes all your courage to nod, giving him a small smile and saying goodbye. your shaky thumb hovering over the red x, wincing when you end the call.

his sweater felt heavy on you, like it knew you shouldn’t be wearing it anymore. even then you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off, a chocked sob leaving your mouth as you hugged yourself tightly. it was for the best, you tell yourself.

satoru is out of bed, running his fingers through his hair and replaying the conversation in his head as he paces around the room, mumbling curses out of frustration in every language he knows. your words are rattling around his brain, he sniffles softly before finally sitting down. the bright sunlight seeps through his closed curtains, he feels his bottom lip wobble before letting his head land in his hands, sobs shaking his whole body.

despite being thousands of miles away the two of you are found in the same state, splotchy tear stained faces and broken hearted. it’s for the best, the words are repeated in both your mind and his. if that’s true, why does it feel so wrong?

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[rayroseu]

hm... i wish people dont wrangle and correct different interpretations of malleus too much lol

he is kind, he is evil, he is temperamental, he is eeriely calm, he is insufferable, he is a nice companion, he is forceful, he is also understanding, malleus is the mix of kindness and evil because his parents are the embodiments of those opposite sides (Meleanor being the Evil Princess and Levan being the only Kind fae who aspired peace).

There is no purely Evil Malleus or a Kind Malleus. I think Malleus is just growing up lol

Despite the story depicting him as "monstrous," (in my opinion) no character in the story encapsulates the "true experience" of growing up as well as Malleus' story does.

Of course, growing up means being fearful of aging, losing people, and everything changing without your control. It's not inspiring to know that despite your hard work in making yourself "a proper adult (and a royalty too in his case)", there is no reward such as "everlasting happiness" no matter how much he suffers. That he's damned to lose anything and nothing is forever. Growing up means you only have yourself (alone) in this world.

I also like the fact that Malleus' story growing up says one true thing: that everyone really dislikes suffering lol. Malleus canonical fear is the "unknown." I feel like beyond losing Lilia (and Yuu), he just can't imagine a world without them. For him, a world without Lilia is "an unknown world," a reality with no good outcomes. So he avoids that reality happening because its essentially his unknown, (his fear and suffering).

But idk, I never find any story that gives satisfying argument against "the importance of being hurt and losing anyone", I feel like its just sugarcoating if you say its needed for the "happiness to be worth it." That's why I understand why Malleus also believes he's correct for eliminating pain in the world lol I hope TWST gives a new unique answer to convince Malleus that its okay for him to lose anyone and be back in present time.😭🙏🏻✨

[rosykims]

i dont like the idea of everything being linked to the fade or the elves and mages etc etc and i think ive said that several times atp. but yknow what i DO want linked to everything? the deep roads actually. and im being serious abt that

[genderdog]

chat is it normal to feel completely desensitized to feeling constantly sick that when you’re actually sick you feel like it’s not enough to warrant it

[pazzispizookies]

~~~~~Dangerous question~~~~~

Chapter one

Hi loves! This is my first time writing and to be honest I’m not sure where this story will even go, it’s a pazzi series and I’m very very inexperienced with writing so please be kind lol. Some of the timeline might not make sense, I’m really going with the flow, but In this series I can’t leave out my girls kk and Sarah, so their both sophomores along with Paige, and Azzi is a freshman. I’m really just winging who’s on the team lol.

Some warnings : cursing, mentions of pressure for sex, drinking, throwing up. (I swear it’s not bad all it’s just a lil) some wandering thoughts idk? 😭 but id recommend 16+ not sure though.

Please, Please, leave writing tips, I have ideas but I’m really not sure how to get my writing to paint pictures yet! All tips are welcome along with ideas for the story

This is fictional!

Chapter 1; 21 questions

September 12th 2023.

“Y’all boring as fuckkkk, I have an idea! Truth or Drink time!!” KK slurs, clearly already having drank a little,

It’s a calm, warm night in Storrs, Azzi’s new home, where the team is doing some team bonding, in the form of getting drunk together on the floor of Jana’s suite. It’s a little nerve wracking for the freshman who’s still in her shell, it’s only her 3rd or 4th time around most of these girls. well expect for one; her best friend since she was 14.

Paige has been reading Azzi’s mind since she was back with her on team USA. So with a quick glance at Azzi, she can tell the idea of playing truth or drink might be a little anxiety inducing.

“Ion bout that KK, we’ll all get blackout drunk, are you sure you don’t want just chill, let the freshman not spill out all their secrets to strangers?” Paige teases

With that sentence, out of her view barely, she can see Azzi’s body loosen a little, something that would go unnoticed to anyone else, but Paige notices, she always does.

“Hm, okay Paigey, another idea then! 21 questions time, and if you don’t answer all questions under a minute and a half, you take three shots.” KK states with almost evil grin across her face, she’s determined to get all the freshman drunk tonight to win a bet with ice, but that’s hidden information from everyone else.

The group looks around and all murmur different versions of answers, but with that, KK takes it upon herself to get the group in a circle on the floor and dim the lights, she sets up three shots in front of each person.

All of the girls in various stages of drunkenness allow themselves to sit in the circle, most of them being sat crissed-crossed and staring at the shots being poured in front of them, well if you can even call them shots. KK apparently doesn’t know when to stop filling up the shot glasses, she pours each to the top, often spilling the vodka over onto the floor.

“KK watch it!!” Jana shouts from her spot, though there’s no real bite to it as she also wants to see each person drunk.

“Okay okay y’all, you ready for this?” Kk says grinning, placing the now empty bottle of vodka in the middle of the circle.

Azzi stares down at the bottle, she’s caught up in her head, she’s never been the open type. Especially with these people,

who all don’t know her well enough to know this is only her 2nd time drinking, and the first time she drank, it was a mistake by taking the wrong cup at a party.

But she can’t keep ignoring drinking, I mean this is a part of college life right? Still, if she answers all the questions in time, she wont have to take her first shot ever in front of her new teammates, which gives her a little spark of hope.

She glances to her left, now noticing the empty spot on the ground next to her, its like the universe can read her mind because just as a thinks that, Paige slips right into the spot, causally spreading out with her back against the coach, one knee up and the other leg stretched out, her hand draped over her open lap.

Even though she knows its wrong……Azzi can’t help but stare at her best friend. She’s the picture of confidence, Her tall frame and toned muscles showing through her black compression shirt, along with her perfect jawline and golden hair straighten and tucked behind one ear leaving the other half flowing freely, with the grey sweatpants that seem dangerously low on her hips.

Azzi isn’t gay but she knows her best friend is attractive, even though she knows if she would say such a thing to Paige, she would be met with a stream of teasing. But she sees the way other people, especially other girls look a Paige. They suddenly push out their chests and fix there hair, I mean it’s practically comical the way these girls eye fuck her best friend, Like really its embrass-

“Az? You good?”

The sound of her best friends hushed voice cuts through her thoughts,

“Yeah yeah, just spacing out yknow?”

Paige studies her, Azzi hates the way she knows that she can look right through her and know the exact emotion behind her words, even if she tries to hide it.

“Mhm, okay” Paige replies, clearly not believing her, but before she can retort, KK’s voice comes barreling in.

“OKAYYY GIRLY POPS LETS GET THIS SHOW ONNNNN” KK screams with an exaggerated excitement but to Azzi’s surprise this is met by cheers, mostly by the upperclassmen.

KK leans fowards and spins the bottle ever slowly, it takes only half a spin but, it’s undeniable who it lands on. The bottle is pointing dead at Azzi.

“AZZZIIIII!!!” KK screams and along with cheers and screams by the other girls.

Azzi doesn’t even register what’s happeneing until she feels a nudge on her left shoulder, looking over to be met with Paige’s eyes, Paige is a little tipsy, so she can’t read exactly what Azzis expression means

“Cmon Az, you ready?” She says nodding her head towards KK.

Azzi’s good at acting, she always has been. She’s rather sensitive, so putting on a fake brave face, or happy face is second nature. So it takes her half a second to do such.

“All right, give me the best you got KK”

This statement is met by ooooh and aaaahs by the other girls because they’ve only ever seen a quiet, resvered Azzi,

“Alright time starts…..now!” Ice says holding her phone up with a stop watch running

KK begins.

“Azzi, question one, how old are you so I can get a feel for these questions girl boo?”

The other girls all snicker because the question is stupid, but there’s some truth behind it, showing that this really is the first time the team is getting to know the new girls.

“I’m 18, 19 in 2 months” Azzi says back quickly, seeing that all the other girls are now locked in on her.

“Question 2, who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Kelly oubre jr. The NBA player” she retorts without hesitation,

“Question 3, are you waiting till marriage for sex?”

the question is a little unexpected but that doesn’t matter, she’s not faltering

“No im not, why, you trying to slide in?” Azzi slides back quickly causing a few girls to giggle,

But there’s one person that doesn’t, Paige, sitting next to her, staring intensely at Azzi.

The truth is, Paige doesn’t know everything about her. She knows most, but her and Azzi have an unspoken rule in their friendship, to not talk about any romantic things. This rule was mostly born because for so long both her and Paige simply didn’t have anything of that nature to talk about, but this past year, Azzi had been hiding what she experienced.

at prom, Azzi had gone with her date, Jarred, who was a friend of hers. She thought that all they were doing was simply being each other’s prom dates because it was convient, but clearly he had different ideas.

At the end of her prom night she sat in the car with him, where they had shared their first kiss, Azzi’s first kiss ever, which she would never admit to anyone, seeing as she had her first kiss at 18 years old.

Because Azzi’s sure Jarred wouldn’t have pressured her as much to get in the back if he had knew that. But she was so caught up in her mind trusted him and go in the back because well, that’s what she was supposed to do right?

She felt bad, Jarred was kind, he was just asking to kiss because it was prom night and “she just looked so hot in that dress,” So Azzi also assumed, that he deserved to take off her dress and with that, things lead from there.

Azzi was so sure that this was normal, she was supposed to do all these things, its all her friends talked about, she was so sure that losing her virginity was supposed to be uncomfortable and just wasn’t as enjoyable as the movies made it seem. She was sure that the feeling that the night left in her chest, one of dread and regret was normal.

“Ha you wish, Question 4, are you more dominant or sub?” KK says

“KK! What the fuck kinda question is that?” Ice laughs

“I dont know, trying to get her to break.” She says sticking out her tongue

“Um I dont know, I’ve never been in the position to do either?” Azzi answers confused.

“So you’ve never had sex?” KK asks

“Not what I said,”

“So you’ve had sex?”

“I don’t know, is that a question you’re asking me, officially?”

“Yes Azzi, question 5, have you had sex.” Kk says in a mock tone

“Yes, I have”

Paige who was taking a sip of her water practically drowns.

“You said what?” Paige says mid coughing fit to Azzi

Azzi glances at her quickly before KK says another question quickly following the last.

“Question 6, was it with a man or woman?”

“A man, im straight.”

“Please, your on the UConn women’s basketball team, we’ll see how long that lasts” Nika says with a snort.

Azzi shoots her a look before KK asks another,

“How many men have you had sex with?”

“Just one”

“did you love him?”

“What? No”

“So it was spur of the moment?”

“Um, kind of.”

With each passing question and answer Paige stares at Azzi, Her Azzi, Who she feels she doesn’t even know in this moment. She can feel her neck start to heat up with each invasive question about her best friends sex life, Unsure why but the sensation she has is almost, Jealousy? But that can’t be right, Azzis her best friend, why would she be jealous of her straight friend having sex with a man. And why does that idea make her want to vomit?

“How good was it?” Kk asks wiggling her eyebrows

“Umm, it was, fine.”

This answer drawls a fit of laughter from everyone, because its clear that that the sex was indeed not good,

“Okay okay, here are the hard questions.” KK says bracing her hands down on the floor looking intensely at Azzi, well as intense as she could in her state of sobriety.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“I dont think so,”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t think so?’” Paige interrupts,

The girls go quiet quickly all looking at Paige, which makes its clear to her that she hadn’t said that in her head, but aloud.

“I mean I dont really know what being in love feels like, I’ve never dated anyone.” azzi answers a little thrown off by Paige’s comment.

“Um.. that’s time azzi.” Ice says, a little unsure if the vibe is awkward or not.

Azzis dreading it but doesn’t want to seem like she’s a little kid infront of all her new teammates, so with a glance down she lifts the first shot up and tilts her head back, sending it down her throat.

“Oh my god that’s horrible” Azzi coughs out

With that comment, the air lightens and the girls begin to go back to there side conversations, some cheering Azzi on.

“Hold up hold up. Azzi. Was that your first shot?” Kk says leaning on towards her

“ummm” Azzi musters out looking anywhere but KK, but damn her face because it slowly turns a shade of pink at KKs comment causing everyone to put the pieces together.

“AZZI HAVE YOU NEVER TAKEN A SHOT BEFORE??? BUT YOU WERE FUCKING??” A very slurred and drunken sentence by KK

The words though lighthearted, they dont sit well in Paige’s stomach, she glances at Azzi awkwardly and can see she’s not the only one a little taken aback by these words, She knows Azzi and she knows that when her foot starts moving back and forth that she’s uncomfortable, So with that she presses a light hand on her back, just to signifying to Azzi that she can see through her act.

Azzi glances back at paige, her facade dropping, she’s looking at Paige for help.

Paige gets a quick idea to get her and Azzi an excuse to leave alone without drawing attention from her teammates.

Paige has never been the smartest.

With that, Paige leans foward and shoots back all three massive shots in a row.

“OOOHHH YEAA PARTY PPPP” KK chants now getting up to her feet and dragging ice up with her, she runs (stumbles) over to the lights and turns the rest of the normal lighting off and turns on some party lighting her and ice had causally left around.

Ice runs to the kitchen and grabs her JBL speaker and starts blasting random songs.

All the girls catch on to the vibe quickly forgetting the game and Azzi’s questions. Most of them taking their shots and getting up to dance.

Just as KKs on her first verse of party on the USA, Paige grabs Azzis hand and pulls her up, then with a precise wink to her best friend, she starts dramatically gagging.

Yeah, Paige isn’t always as cute as she thinks,

“Get the fuck out before you vomit on my shit Paige!!!”ice slurs

“Yeah I’ll take her to mine!” Azzi calls out already dragging Paige out the door. Paige still holding her stomach pretending to be on the verge of sickness.

Once they get out in the hallway Paige immediately stands up from her hunched over position and lets go of the younger girls hand to stride in front of her with a playful grin on her face. That’s until she looks at Azzi

Who’s hunched over, actually.

“Shit Az are you okay?” Paige says quickly concerned.

“Yea just one second-“ she gets out right before turning and running towards a trash can at the end of the hall.

Paige runs after her cursing under her breath

After a while, 4 heaves after, Azzi straightens up giving her best smile to Paige

Which causes Paige to immediately bend foward and start laughing at the sight of her drunken best friend half way in a trashcan smiling with her eyes closed

“Lets get upstairs” Paige says taking a deep breath in and pulling Azzis arm around her shoulder to help her walk,

“Well, thanks for getting me out of there before that happened” she says while stumbling up the stairs along side Paige.

“Lightweight can’t handle her drinks huh?” Paige says chuckling

“Shut up P” Azzi says with no bite as they near her room

upon entering Azzi’s empty suite.. she runs full force towards the bathroom yet again

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Ew.” Paige says while slowly catching up to her in the bathroom

When Paige enters the bathroom she finds Azzi.

Paige knows one thing, and that’s that her best friend is gorgeous.

Seriously, I mean azzi has always had a smile that brightens up a room, but now she was almost stupidly pretty. Before she got to college she really turned into a woman; she grew out her dark curly hair a little more so now it hangs a little losers down to her shoulder blades, and of course being the athlete she is, she’s toned and tall and lean. She’s a stop and point out to your mom type of pretty.

But what Paige finds in the bathroom, isn’t quite a reflection of this.

Azzis sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom, looking as green as a human possibly can, devoid of all color that she once had looking like she was in the late stages of rigor mortise.

“Oh Az” Paige says sympathetically while having a teasing tone still, clearly enjoying this moment a little too much.

“I hate you so much you know that?” Azzi says with her head in her hands.

“Yeah yeah cmon get up, you smell like shit.”

Azzi does not move, actually, to anyone else, it would look like she just died a little bit more,

Taking a deep breath in. Paige weighs her options.

1. She leaves a puddle called Azzi on the floor of her bathroom and waits till the morning

2. She carries Azzi back to her bed, in her dirty trashcan and toilet touching clothes

3. she helps her best friend get into the shower

Clearly, option 3 is what should happen, it’s what she should do. But for some reason, the thought of doing this makes Paige blush.

She doesn’t know why, I mean she’s seen Azzi in a swimsuit multiple times, and in the locker room during team USA. But now, Azzi has changed so much, she’s basically a new person, who Paige has not seen.

But that’s fine, its not like Paige cares if she sees Azzi, I mean there so close she wouldn’t care.

But something is stirring in Paige’s stomach at the thought, which she quickly ignores because well, she doesn’t know what that means.

Sapping out of her thoughts, Paige looks down at the poor girl, who clearly needs sleep.

Paige makes a mental note that Azzi+Vodka=very bad things.

“All right peanut butter, get up.” Paige says leaning down and stretching her hand out, not thinking about the horrid germs that Azzi probably has lingering on her palms.

with a mumble Azzi weakly grips Paige’s hand.

Paige thanks god that she’s decided to put in some time in the weight room lately because it’s clear Azzi isn’t getting to the standing point on her own.

Paige pulls Azzi up enough to grab her forearms and help her to her feet, which quickly give out.

Before Paige can think, she grabs Azzi’s waist and pulls her close to her own body.

The stirring is back,

Paige shakes her head, to clear it because whatever the fuck she’s feeling right now, it doesn’t need to be happening.

Azzi mumbles something before Paige pulls Azzi up completely, holding her like a princess,

“All right Az, I know you’ll remember none of this but your going in the shower, and I’m gonna have to help you. That okay?” Paige ask to the girl in her arms.

Azzi just lets out a breath and without taking her head off Paige’s chest she mumbles “Thank you”

These 2 words cause the feeling of warmth to spread completely through Paige’s body,

Welp, that’s an issue.

Paige thinks to herself before putting Azzi in the shower.

As azzi stands in the shower, fully clothed still hanging on to Paige’s shoulder to stand up right, Paige speaks softly

“Umm, is it okay if I take off you shirt, its kinda, well gross and you need to shower without it.. yknow” she says lacking her normal confidence.

Azzi who shocks Paige by lifting her arms over her head and opening her eyes the best she can look at Paige.

“It’s okay I trust you, just hurry this please.” Azzi says slurring, mixed with a heavy tone of pure exhaustion.

“Oh uh, okay.” Paige mumbles out,

Paige steps foward, now in the shower next to azzi and places a hand on Azzi’s waist to keep her supported, with the other hand she removes Azzi’s tight top over her head.

Paige’s eye devert to Azzis chest, subconsciously going there and being met with a lacy black bra.

She feels heat creep up on her neck, and she’s stuck without saying something for a second.

The stirring in her stomach becomes more aggressive, more heat pooling.

“I uhh um-one second”Paige gets out of the shower quickly leaving Azzi in there with her shorts on and her shirt off with still no running water.

Paige thinking quickly, though unsure why she needs to, goes to the bathroom lights and turns them off, leaving the bathroom quite dark, still a little illuminated by a red light coming from one of Caroline’s night lights.

Shit.

Now looking over Azzi’s leaned against the shower wall with her hands behind her back and her head slightly tipped over to her side, exposing her bare neck even more, to add to this, the soft, red light in the dark room is casting perfectly over Azzi, making shadows across the ridges of her veins in her neck, her collarbones, and breasts, along with her abs carved out in the light.

Great. Paige has set up the perfect shot for a porn scene,

Not so great to help her very attractive friend shower.

“Paige please just help me so I can go die.”Azzi mumbles causing Paige to get back next to her in the shower

Paige wanting to be respectful asks, “Your sure I can do this, your okay with me seeing you…well showering?”

“Yes, yes, I don’t care I trust you. please just help.” Azzi replies

With that Paige begins to take the rest of her clothes off, she takes off her shorts and takes off her socks, leaving azzi just in a bra and underwear. Which is where she decides that she doesn’t need to remove those for this shower. She turns on the water and is meet with the coldest water, ever. Hitting both her and Azzi straight in the face.

“Fuck, what the hell paige!” Azzi screeches at the water,

“Sorry Sorry! I didn’t know,”Paige says back while reaching for the handle, turning it hotter

Azzi starts laughing at the whole situation which causes Paige to laugh as she helps her wash her hair, because in the end, no matter what these new feelings are,She’s Still Paige’s best friend, who she will always have fun with.

[cherrribun]

can i request the twst first years with a yuu!reader whos a pothead? :3

TWST First years x Stoner!Reader

hiphip hooray, thanks for my first ask anon 😋😋. this is super silly cus i got the notif for it when i was high lol!!

characters: first years (no ortho, sorey!)

warnings: lots of drug usage, mentions and mild descriptions of greening out

a/n: i got carried away with deuce, pardon that he got more love lol. readers gender is unspecified!

Ace Trappola

-oh he is absolutely geeked about it

-despite never having personally tried it, ace most definitely has always wanted to try it

-so when you eventually let him know about your habits, he's basically begging you to let him try it

-should you hang it over his head, he will swear to have grim stay with him so you can have nights alone

-sold!!

-he got excited and greened out first time

-you were mortified when he suddenly, like the flick of a switch, was laying flat on his back, enjoying the high, very suddenly freaking out

-you had to escort him personally to riddle to get help, who was not pleased you guys were smoking in the dorms

-after aces bad trip, he is childishly against it for a while

-anytime you smoke he covers his nose and swats at you

-after like 2 months hes rearing to try it again

-yeah he greens out again (sucker)

-but he definitely is the type to wear self proclaimed “weed merch” and calls himself a stoner, the fraud. dont worry, you thoroughly embarrass him about it

Deuce Spade

-deuce quite honestly would not like it at least initially

-poor boy is trying to overcome his delinquency, your weed smoking tempts him like fish on a lure

-he likely would've actually smoked before. easily so in his days of picking fights and skipping class

-safe to say he folds after one conversation about it

-although at first hesitant to join you, he very quickly changes his tune when he smokes again for the first time

-this boy, bless his heart, is insufferable to be around when hes high

-hes one of those people with the strand will absolutely babble non stop, giggling persistently at the way grim gets mad at him. the type to have a huge, dopey smile at all times

-he probably provokes the cat incessantly, just to absolutely lose his mind with a giggle fit

-he's absolutely takes up any offers to smoke with you, but strictly when hes got a few hours to spare

-he keeps his own stash after mooching off you (you caught him smoking your cart without permission and banned him from your room, which he simply could not have)

-good luck if he gets sativa, you wont know peace for the next few hours

Jack Howl

-being the total meathead (/lh) jack can be, upon the revelation you are a stoner, he lectures you on the health risks of smoking

-he would be no fun, and would likely get upset if you smoked around him in fear he wouldn’t be able to qualify for spell drive!

-maybe even gets to the point where he wants you to stop, going far enough to find your cart/stash and flushing it

-rude ass bitch

-you probably got into it with him when this happened, a very long argument ensuing

-eventually, he comes to an agreement to simply not be around you when you’re actively inhaling smoke

-hes got to take time to learn that weed wont kill you, and isn't anything like a strong drug

-dont get your hopes up for him to smoke with you ever, he absolutely will not. sorry jack nation

Sebek Zigvolt

-sebek is a bit of an interesting case

-he probably discovered your smoking habits before you decided to tell him

-he most definitely views smoking as a lesser human thing, and turns his nose up at such actions

-he probably gets into a bad mood when you smoke at first

-turning his nose up, and making a little bit of a scene as he walks away, grumbling about inferior humans

-lilia changes his attitude real fast

-he got a scolding and is sent back to you like a kid post tantrum

-after this little interaction, he doesn't really even bat an eye when you smoke around him

-sebeks a bit of a weirdo, and would honestly enjoy the smell of the weed as long as its not one of those gross flavored kinds

-i dont think he could ever bring himself to smoke, hes got too much pride to lower himself to being fully human

-but he definitely likes how you get so affectionate, laying on his lap, giggling when he enters the room

-hes alot more whipped than one might think, hes just got walls higher than the sky

Epel Felmier

-epel is a bit naive to weed, not that he doesn't know what it is or anything, he just never really thinks about things like that

-pomefiore kids are much more busy with. idk, makeup

-when you start actively smoking around him, his interest is piqued

-he observes you, interested in how you relax, and the amount of food you can shovel down your throat

-and of course, he wonders

-epel will ask questions, wanting to know why you love smoking so much

-you tell him to just try it

-and boy oh boy, he absolutely loves it

-hes a sleepy high, absolutely knocking tf out when he first smokes. the deepest sleep hes ever experienced

-when he wakes up the next morning, he enthusiastically lets you know he gets it now

-don't imagine hes a stoner, persay, he would be a more party smoker. but the party is you. so, he smokes a good amount

-he can often be found dozing on you while you're both high, some bad tv playing in the background, while you devour snacks

-yeah, hes crazy down with it

[ariseur]

So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?

domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎���

dante (devil may cry) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly

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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out

❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals

❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan

❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes

❥ i am feral oh my goodness

❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with

❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him

❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can

❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand

❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you

❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao

❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔

❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho

❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?

❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true

❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you

❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE

❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline

❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well

❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?

❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands

❥ ugh

❥ i wont him

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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.

you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.

his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.

dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.

you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.

dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.

your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.

“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”

“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.

“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”

and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.

yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.

myvampyrez™

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Alright, everyone!

HERE ARE THE ASKS YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

Below the cut are the asks and my answers/responses. I do apologize for not answering these individually, but some of them contain spoilers for chapter 5 content. Given the developments and reveals of the chapter, I want to let things simmer a bit before I pop off responses like normal.

If my Nonies listed below want to pop back into the ask box and let me know they got their answer, I would appreciate that, but you don't have to either (or if you have an additional question or comment, that's fine too!). I will reblog this a few times to make sure you have a higher chance of spotting it.

I numbered the Asks and put my answers in another color so you can tell things apart a bit easier. This is a trial run on answering these this way. I will also tag things for spoilers. ^_^

Anon:  "There's a she-wolf in the closet" made me laugh so hard I cried sdfjglkjl I was not expecting that out of nowhere 🤣😭  the temptation to name the wolf Shakira...............immense.

I'm so glad you got that reference! My husband and I sing that song to each other with the little "awoos" and all, lol. It was too good to pass up. Fun fact, if you name her Shakira, Oswin has a unique response. 

2. Anon:  Hmmm. "I like the name Aster I'll probably use it again" HMMMMM hMMMMM hmmmMMMM Is this new Aster the ??? RO

Remembered that, did ya 😁 (I was quietly cackling when I wrote that for the old ask). You questioning Aster just makes me want to mess with you Nony, you can't tempt me like this! 

3. Anon:  Aster is so hawt, carressing our cheek w his thumb???? "i wont hurr you" pls let him be an ro bc gah damnnnn

Glad that did it for you, Anon, lol. There will be more of that in store. ^_^

4. Ravioli anon here, hope you remember me LOL I just finished reading the new chapter and I HAD A BLAST The whole gang in here now!!!!!! Aster is no longer question marks!!!! (I will admit when they were introcuded I almost, ALMOST expected their name in game to just be ???)

Hello Ravioli! Still chuckling about that I hope you know. The temptation was unreal to leave ??? in there, lol. At this point, even I know him more by that than his name!

Also to keep up with my perfect choice of names, my she-wolf is now named Der, because together we are Ravi and Der Get it, Ravi 'n Der. Consider this as a way to honor our dear grandma we were named after by our loving dads, you'll never be forgotten, you girlboss of a woman 

OMG, you are killing me over here, lol. This makes me want to code something for that, lol. Just your fathers shaking their heads at your MC while still being kinda amused and weirdly proud. Grandmother Ravinder would glare at you, but smile later.

5. @origamihoshi: Screaming about the necklace Oswin gives MC, my headcanon about MC wearing the snail shell as a necklace can now be canon! and I guess more reasons for my MC to be down bad for Oswin oops. I'm loving the update! I'm so happy to finally meet Rune, I love them so much! I wanna befriend them all. and I feel like there's been a good balance to spend time with all the characters so far and that makes me really happy. 😌Also cuddling with Zahn was so sweet oh my god, I love them so much too! I got so many more questions about MC and the curse, and the mark for that matter, looking forward to when we finally get some answers.

I very, very nearly told you that when you posted your MC, I was so ecstatic. I thought if you while coding that section too. I am so glad you enjoyed the new chapter and new goodies. Lots of fun stuff to come! ^_^

6. @mutsuowo:  HELP I NAMED THE SHE-WOLF ASTER BECAUSE I FIRST CALLED THE MULE YARROW AND NOW I HAVE NOT ONE, NOT TWO BUR THREE ASTER* GOING AROUND (I know one changed to Lakota but the joke that count)

Whoops! Lol Sorry my friend! I don't think any more Asters are hiding about at least. Probably….

7. @mutsuowo: I got spoiled of Aster's name by accident and even then I mistook it for being Lakota, so I thought somehow Lakota had a divorce and took the children to be an option romance with the MC. Cue to me acting like a variety game host and going "We have a cult member, a magician, childhood friends and also a wolf...what about you Aster ? What do you bring to make we choose you ?" The answer was being a DILF

Lol! Oh dear, yeah, bestie has a quarter-life crisis and leaves his wife and 4 kids to live that DILF life. Love it, this is some quality daytime TV stuff. 😆 

8. Anon:  Hello there! I am currently in the middle of the newest chapter, very very good work! Spoiler ahead : So MC is absorbing magic? That might actually help the theory that somehow MC is a god, demi-god, or whatever that is: cursed because they are on this plane and needing magic as a very part of their being? I can't imagine that a god wouldn't be starving for magic if deprived of it. Perhaps in GC it's not magic gods handle, but something similar? The fact that we CHOSE the mark truly makes me think that somehow we were choosing an aspect of ourselves for some reason. Not only something physical either. If not our domain, perhaps a tell of why we were cursed in the first place ? I wonder if, before the Curse manifested, MC would have been flagged as a magic being ? I don't think there was anybody that could have sussed them out back then though ? Rune is amazing, btw, big fan. Can't wait for Purple Lad to accompany us and need a bath as badly as Duri did !

Oooh, are you perhaps my Nony who sent some other theories in about this? Very juicy theory as well. Next chapter you'll learn a bit more about Hayat's curse over the gods and see if it lines up or changes your thoughts more. 😁 I'm glad you like Rune too! They are in for a new experience for sure. Even if they aren't as stuffy as other nobles, they definitely appreciate more refined things. The little town MC grew up in might be a bit of a culture shock. 

9. Anon:  Sooooo... I'm thinking we ARE the mad god ! A reincarnation of it at least ! Thinking about how the cult wanted us dead, I am thinking that as long as MC is alive, they can't have another incarnation of them.   But What exactly was it that drove the god mad ?

Oooh! This one is juicy too! These theories are so tasty! Lots of questions with this one. And like the one above, there may be some info in chapter 6 that may just give more evidence one way or another.

10. Anon:  Me on my first playthrough: oh, Oswin's pretty cute! I think I'll try romancing him first Me when I meet Zahn: oh no you can't just make me choose like that how am I supposed to do this Me when I meet Duri: are you kidding me. Ok screw it I'm romancing Duri Me when I meet Rune: FUCKAIJASJDSAAA Me when I meet ???: No reaction because I'm already combusted. I can't even anymore 

Lol! I am glad and maybe just a tiny bit sorry that you're so torn, my dear. Let's find some glue and get you patched up… ^_^

11. Anon:  HAVE THEORIES! NATHAN IS DURI'S UNCLE, AND ASS-TER -HE DESERVES THAT AFTER THE RING BUSINESS >:( - WAS RAISED BY THOSE ASSHOLES WHO ALMOST KIDNAPPED MC! (I am open to Asster endearing himself later, but I'm mad at him rn, how dare he hurt my already hurt, lovely, MC 😡😡😡) Anyway, your writing is impeccable as always, can't wait to (perhaps) bring Asster to his knees (with love or spite, or maybe both?? He seems like someone easy to love-hate, lol). Tysm, for God Cursed, I love it <333

Yaaass, moar theories! That's a good one too! Nathan having some secrets wouldn't be shocking either. They'd get along too… And it is totally fair for MC to be salty! And ASSter is a perfect nickname, lol. It's also fair that in chapter 6 you'll be able to (try to) get after him about it. :3

12. Anon:  TW SPOILERS ''There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you- Nothing more… But for your own sake. Y/N, I'm a monster. I have been a monster. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me.'' UUUUHHMMMMM, EXCUSE MEE?????? LIKE THIS IS THE MOST-ROMANTIC-NON-LOVE-CONFESSION I HAVE EVER HEARD??? EVEN THOUGH IT BURNS ME TO NOT KNOW WHAT AFFLICTS OSWIN, AFTER HEARING THAT I'M WILLING TO WAIT FOR HIM.

I love that you love this! I might have cried juuuust a little bit when I wrote that scene, lol (shocking, I know).

13. Anon:  replayed the IF from the start for the update and gosh i felt so bad for our dear MC who has gone through SO much in a (relatively) short amount of time. and the way MC just always thinks about their fathers makes me sobbbbbb. one that always gets me is the scene where MC cried out for their fathers when they were in pain (my heart broke when they said they wanted to be held by their papa). another is in the scene with jasper and co. (‘i learned it from my fathers!’, yesss go MC!!!!). but oh, just imagining the absolute heartbreak the fathers would feel if they knew how MC cried out for them and knew about everything that MC went through, makes me tear up! MC is SO loved by their fathers and MC loves them just as much and i love that. i hope we’ll be able to give da and papa the biggest hugs when we see them again 🥹wonderful update, author! i absolutely adore the world you’ve built and the brilliant characters you’ve created (shout out to one my favs.. our new she-wolf friend <3)

I set out on this IF journey intending to be a bit hard on the MC and I think I succeeded, lol. It might be hard to believe but I really do love the MC as a character too and I feel for them. Hopefully not too hard, but they're on a journey of perseverance so I have faith in them. ^_^ That scene really tore me up too, especially thinking about how hard it would hit the dads to know their beloved kid was calling out to them. 😭 I am so glad you enjoyed the update, my dear, there will be great big dad-hugs in the future, I promise (and more than a few tears). ^_^

14. Anon:  idk if it's choice or route-specific but, zahn was NOT looking good at the end of chapter 5 and i'm worried 😟

Not route-specific (unfortunately???)…they're…going through some things. 😬 (sorry in advance)

15. Anon:  Hi, hi!! Dropping by to blabber about the update after i've finally had time to lose myself in it! (Oh no it got long again.) Okay, so, from the very moment i saw your intro post (over half a year ago, methinks) i decided to go for Rune's route first. I have been very patient, very faithful. And now i can finally say it was so, so worth the wait!!! they have me wrapped all around their beautiful noble finger; they're perfect, they are everything (i mean, how many people can say a literal god shows up for their birthday? yeah, thought so). I know they are no exception either and have their own share of issues, but honestly? that's even better. I wish i was kidding about the amount of times i daydream about them. Look at me now how i'm smiling like a stupid idiot. And the fact that i can make my MC an absolute shy mess around them is just so!! *chef's kiss* 

"Oh no it got long again" is like the tagline for my existence, lol. I am so giddy that you adore Rune! I think they've had less traction since they weren't introduced until now, but I also believe they are just the type of person that is better experienced. I enjoy writing all of the ROs, but Rune is such a presence in my heart and I really hope that comes through.

Also, did Duri seriously rat them out like that? Umm, for science, of what nature, exactly, are the books under Runey's bed?

LOL and I'm so glad you caught that bit about their "hidden literature." Rune LOVES romance novels, including the ridiculous smutty ones even if the plot is kinda bad.

Anyway, moving on, because you fed us so well with the story once again!! Can i just say i love your brain? Can i? Is that weird? Apologies. So!

You can totally say that, lol. I appreciate that you think so, my brain frustrates me sometimes, but I like how smooth it is. Very soft.

We learned so much in this update, and yet our answers are still too far to reach--but that's the whole fun about this! I'm thinking things, i'm suspecting, but i'll hold onto my theories for now… It is indeed very fortunate that each of MC's new friends can seemingly contribute a piece to this vexing puzzle; question is, is the picture only missing the very last piece, or are all four needed for it to be complete? I'm folding my hands and patiently waiting to find out in future updates. 

Oooh, you're speaking my language, Nony. There are some theories up above, maybe those will get your mind spinning too. That's a very good question though too. Eveyone seems to have something that might help MC out…so the question could be, do they go full Power Rangers and combine them to solve this problem or is one strong enough on their own? Hmmmmm? Time will tell.

One thing i will say is, more people may know about MC and their whole deal than Oswin may want to even consider. People with not the best intentions, that is.

I'm sure it's fiiiiiine. Probably just a…crazy…crazy fluke. It's fine. 😀

Speaking of, Oswin is so sweet! He cares so much i think it's rending him apart. Perhaps he should partake of Nathan's pipe every now and then. You know, for recreational purposes. Frankly i admit i don't know how mean you still can be to Oswin because every time there's a choice during his scenes i just tunnel-vision to the friendliest one there. It really makes me feel sorry for him if there are MCs out there who are still bitter about their relationship. As he was opening up about what kinds of actual horrors he witnessed and had to deal with in consequence, it really made me think MC's little group should, as a side-quest, go out and find him a therapist, because this guy *slaps him on the back* can fit so much trauma in him!

That's a good way to describe Oswin. He feels very intensely and those emotions are difficult for him to manage. I try not to be too mean to him, but I do want to try and give a decent variety of responses to the past tension for some MCs. Negativity there isn't a huge focus, so I try not to go too far down the rabbit hole with it at least, lol. A therapist is a great idea for him, for real. You cracked me up with that reference, I imagine Lakota trying to sell him to the MC, lol.

 I see Zahn has entered the trenches(TM). Just after i had them repeatedly stabbed in MC's place. And just after they finally got to cuddle with MC. This is fine. Not gonna lie, for a solid second you had me believe we wouldn't see them come back from that totally not evil or at least highly doubtful church of theirs, and that we'd had to leave without them. Haha, no waay. Lunan wouldn't do that to them, right? Right? Oh thank gods. See? I was right. Anyway, it seems like their character development arc is coming up soon, so i'm keeping calm and not cracking my knuckles, not at all.

Oh yes, there will be some development soon here. Tee hee?

Duri is so fun. Their playfulness is so endearing, so much so that i find myself repeatedly swayed in my decision to have them in a (now mostly) platonic relationship with MC. Simmer down, you'll have your turn. It had me rolling how they snapped once the bandits insulted their feet lmao! Also, also, their dynamic with Rune? Mmm, so good. I love the kind of friendship that's like "yeah i picked up this weird wet dog one day and now it won't leave me be and it's annoying, but only i'm allowed to say that. here, have a treat."

I love that you love that. Writing Duri is fun and I get to break some social norms with them so it's a win-win for us all. The relation to Rune is a blast.

Moving on, Duri sniffing MC after they talked with someone they didn't know; Duri immediately leaping at the opportunity to tease a jealous MC; Duri coming to MC's rescue to put a harasser in their place--they can't keep getting away with being so charming! Oh wait, they can. Human laws don't apply to them, after all.

Duri is already so loyal. Like a pup you picked up at the shelter, the connection is pretty quick for them. Also, if you didn't know, you can also get Rune to get defensive of MC being harassed in the tavern. Currently thinking of changing the code of that, but if you choose to stay neutral or a bit distrustful of Duri, Rune will get involved instead. Both have the confidence and the power to back it up though, can't go wrong.

And Aster? Something is up with him. Big time. Bost obviously, his name. I don't know, i don't know, i'm not convinced it's a coincidence or merely "fate." I'm watching you, Aster. Okay, and yes, i see why MC might need his help, but he never once elaborated on that part where he said he needs MC for power. Sooo, naah, i'm not putting my egg in your basket, not yet. Especially!! After he so brutally demonstrated just how much of a bigger hand he has over MC. That was evil. (In a good way.) He's unhinged, and i love that in a character. I would not trust him even with a cheese grater.

That may be wisdom here for sure, lol. Aster is quite the character, as are all of them I suppose. All have secrets he especially has some serious growing to do. He'll be an interesting addition - and a very smug one at that. Maybe juuuust maybe MC can get him to feel a little remorse for being an ASSter, to quote a previous ask, lol.

I almost thought MC's group of friends were going to mistake him for the kidnapper and everyone would want to throw hands, or would at least be very leery of him, so seeing how easily he slotted in had me a little surprised (and i think he was a bit surprised himself).

That very nearly happened actually. I cut it because of chapter length, and I'm thinking I want to polish the ending for that anyway. I feel like I was burnt out while writing that and I pushed it too fast. So, we'll see what happens in future….

I really, really liked the option of having MC be scared of him after he put a cork (dart) in Jasper's mouth (throat). The head tilt afterwards? Wiping away a stray tear? "Now come sit with me on my picnic blanket designer cloak to talk about how everything is drawn to you, including me?" "I'll need to study you?" Yes, i'll take your entire stock.

I'm glad you enjoyed your dessert, Nony. ;) There will be some serious studying in the next chapter.

Oswin being extremely quiet while MC was recounting their failed abduction because he was still recovering from those 6 panic attacks he had since finding MC's room empty and with signs of struggle.

THIS absolutely. MC may get an account of the experience later.

 i can't wait to see what the dads are going to say about each of MC's new friends! I can already imagine who might not entirely vibe with whom, especially if papa and da are going to be in a sour mood after they see my (feral despite being the healer of the party) MC scarred and sore despite their letters containing nothing but rainbows and sunshine (oops). MC's right, though, how are they going to house so many people lol.

This will be so much fun, especially when it comes to sleeping arrangements…A couple ROs will get themselves sorted but there's a couple that we might just get a "one bed" trope with, lol.

And last but not least, MC got the promised puppy!!! (i named her "Ginger" <33) 

Oh that is such a cute name too! She is kinda the color of ginger and she's also very gentle (ginger) AND she can be very spicy if you piss her off. Very gingery.

I have been here before and gushed about your writing on multiple occasions and i don't want to repeat myself over and over, so i'll just reiterate once more that i'm constantly blown away by how real and vivid you make everything feel. You're putting things down and i'm picking them right up, thank you, thank you, yup, i'll have that as well, thank you. You're painting pictures inside my head, and they're gorgeous and vibrant and moving now--hey, how did you even get in here? I'm convinced you're a mage. MC is not the mage here (yet?), but you sure are!! It's okay, you may fess up now. As always, thank you so much for all your hard work! May your holidays be full of joy and rest! Take care <333

I am so thankful that you resonate so much with my writing, my friend. That really truly makes my heart so glad and encourages me to keep at it. I hope each chapter brings you more and more enjoyment and adventure. ^_^

16. @rhiannon02:  IM SCREAMING OVER CH 5 LITERALLY SCREAMING ASTER ??? IM IM LOSING IT

Well, hang on dear, maybe I can help you find it, lol. (I heard that one in my soul) ^_^

That's all for now! ^_^

[risingscorchingsuns]

hi guys it’s 5am and im having a mental breakdown so here’s some rengoku family analysis

kyojuro and shinjuro eternally two sides of the same coin. he may not have realized it, but both his parents died when ruka did. he grew up without a father, except his father is right there in the other room. he had to be the father for senjuro. he HAD to be, because Shinjuro wasn’t gonna do it. in his own words, “Senjuro has it even worse than I.” Kyojuro had to protect those weaker than him, had to be strong. Being strong was the only thing that gave him control. The only thing that made him feel worthwhile.

Kyojuro died without a dad. He died not knowing that Shinjuro would ever regret his actions. He died without the father he’s always been deprived of. But he still loved Shinjuro because it’s the only father he has. even though shinjuro failed him fundamentally. neglected him, abused him, scorned him. abandoned him utterly and completely. Kyojuro never stopped loving him because he’s his father’s son.

Kyojuro saw himself in Shinjuro. In ways that both inspired and terrified him. The death of Ruka, Shinjuro’s reaction, Kyojuro being so young. Shinjuro taught him how to grieve, whether he meant to or not. Both of them bury their pain, shove it all away into a place that will never be seen. The difference is Kyojuro grew up watching Shinjuro’s pain eat him alive, and started to bury his own in positivity. In strength. Finding his purpose in being strong, in supporting others. But at the end of the day, he is his father’s son. He’s still not allowing himself to feel grief. He’s still not allowing himself to rest. Because what is he if he isn’t strong? Who is Kyojuro, if he isn’t the Flame Hashira Rengoku?

Kyojuro is simultaneously determined to both reinspire his father, and to never turn out like him. He loved the man that Shinjuro was, the man that Kyojuro needed, the man that he died without. He was determined not to turn out the same way, to let his flames burn forever, until they burned him alive if they had to. To never give up the way his father did, to never let anyone down the way his father did. To never fail anyone, the way his father failed him. So he buries his pain in responsibility. No time to fail if you just never stop burning. He can’t let his grief taint him like it did his father. even in his final words he believed that. the flow of time waits for no one. it wont stand patiently by as you grieve. and while those words in of themselves are incredibly powerful, and an important lesson, i believe kyojuro internalized them to an unhealthy degree.

but while the words are something kyojuro lives by, in an ironic twist of fate he’s still a lot like Shinjuro himself. in his efforts to not turn out like him he’s done the same thing. he pushed aside his pain, held himself together so tightly. because he can never let anybody see that he’s hurting. he can never let anybody see that he’s anything less than Flame Hashira Rengoku, infallible pillar of strength and passion. kyojuro is always smiling when he looks at others. when he looks at senjuro. he’s keeping himself together so tightly. because he has to. because nobody else is going to do it. because if he doesn’t hold himself together he has nothing, he’s a mirror image of his father. they are two sides of the same coin. Kyojuro desperately yearning for the man Shinjuro used to be, while subconsciously determined not to turn into the man he is. and he stubbornly clings to that forever in hopes that he’ll be the one to inspire him, that he can bring shinjuro back. if he’s just strong enough. if hes just good enough. if he just works a little harder he can have his father back.

Heavy are the shoulders that wear the Flame Hashira haori. Heavy is the Rengoku family legacy.

i have no idea if this is coherent at ALL, it’s definitely not my best analysis, i havent proofread and its five in the morning lol. maybe when im more rested ill come back to this and do a proper essay with sources and context, but for now here’s some unpolished stream of consciousness ramblings with zero editing. kyojuro rengoku daddy issues i know what you are

[volvolts]

spouting some wittebro headcanons (and my idea of their parents) because drawing is a struggle rn

the wittebane family drama

philip and caleb's parents are julia and dirk wittebane. dirk was a carpenter. they tried having more children but failed a lot. this strained their relationship

julia got closer with a farmhand that dirk worked with a lot named matthew ainsworth. they had an affair and through an (unfortunate) miracle, she got philip

philip mostly looks like his mother but he has his fathers bright blue eyes and dirk figured it out right away. they didn't do anything about it since it would look bad on them if the town got evidence of adultery

julia hated philip because, to her, he's a manifestation of her sins. him having strange quirks didn't help and she considered him a curse. she barely took care of him and caleb stepped up as philip's caretaker from then on

dirk hated philip too. he told caleb that philip was his half brother, hoping it would drive a wedge between them which did not work. instead it drove a wedge between him and caleb

ainsworth did not care for philip. he got together with julia to humiliate dirk, whom he felt inadequate to. he's only happy about philip in a sense that he's a living memory that dirks wife cheated on him

philip was vaguely aware that they didn't like him but he never knew why. he believed that he was cursed that that's why they're this way.

caleb couldn't bring himself to ever tell philip the truth and he probably figured it out on his own but didn't want to think about it

out of the two, caleb is the one who holds all the resentment. he was old enough to understand that he caught in their drama and forced to pick up the pieces.

caleb stopped believing in witches because all it felt like to him was people trying to push the blame to everyone but themselves. he saw no witches. just horribly selfish adults

just the brothers headcanons

caleb was born in the winter in january. philip was born in the spring in may. they have a six (6) year age difference

caleb is bi. he never knew you weren't supposed to find both women and men attractive and assumed people just didn't talk about the other one lol

philip is gay. because of what caleb told him he's like "okay i like men. when do i start liking women? this is taking so long."

caleb is really smart but thinks he isn't because he compares himself to philip. he doesn't realize that being able to understand and keep up with philip when he's in learning mode is not easy

he has a resting bitch face. caleb actually only started smiling more when he lived in the boiling isles and was pretty stoic and closed off when he was a teenager

by contrast philip has a "resting lost face" where he just looks sad all the time. people always asks him whats wrong. he hates it

caleb has a short temper and gets loud when he's angry. he's never hit philip during any of their arguments but the furniture around them can't say the same. usually he tries to leave the house when he's mad because he really hates being angry in front of his brother

by contrast philip shuts down. he's short and passive aggressive. he wont talk anymore and gives you the silent treatment. if he reaches a point where he starts screaming its very bad

the brothers are both introverts but where philip will simply leave when his social battery is slow, caleb will stay there even if he looks absolutely drained until someone pulls him away

beyond whistling, caleb doesn't have a musical bone in his body. philip can shred on a piccolo if he were inclined to

the brothers used to play a game where they would listen to bird calls and other animal sounds and call out what animal it is. caleb is really good at it.

theyre both really good gardeners

caleb actually thinks wolves are kinda overrated. he prefers birds and has a fondness for songbirds specifically

caleb left for the demon realm when he was 21. philip was 15.

caleb and philip were the roughly same height before he left. philip hit a second growth spurt in caleb's absence

philip was 22 when he makes it to the boiling isles

[burningcheese-merchant]

Would it be okay to have a small story request I've found? It's based on a small comic of Burning Spice and Golden Cheese that Burning Spice got a cold and his little birdy laughed at him that, him, the Beast Of Destruction caught a cold, but that backfired when Burning Spice kissed her with his sickness. In the end the two end up getting sick.

Golden Cheese: Are you feeling better now?

Burning Spice: Yes

I know what you're talking about! That little comic by wabeceucho on Twitter, right? I love them, they make premium BurningCheese content. I'd be happy to whip up a short for you, wouldn't be the first time I got inspired by that artist ngl lol

"Contagious" - BurningCheese Short #8

Spice gets sick. Golden laughs. Golden pays the price for laughing.

Jumping ahead into the far future where Burning Spice is Fixed™️ and he and Golden are happy together haha

The last thing Burning Spice ever wanted to be reminded of when he looked at Golden Cheese was Shadow Milk. He cared for that man, he was happy to call him friend, their bond may have grown strained in those years they spent as villains, both imprisoned and not, but it never broke - but good Witches, could he be damn near impossible to tolerate at times. The teasing grin always bubbling at his mouth's surface; the smirk always tugging at the corners of his lips. The witty remarks at EVERY situation, regardless of severity. And most of all - worst of all - his love of saying "I told you so". Shadow Milk never allowed himself to miss an opportunity to have that sort of laugh at another's expense, be they friend or foe. Burning Spice found it funny when it was "foe", not so much when it was "friend". Least of all when it was him.

He had hoped that he would never have to endure Shadow Milk's derision, or anything like it, from anyone else besides him again; one clown's jokes were more than enough. But it would seem as though the clown's laughter had become contagious.

...Sure, he and Golden Cheese always bickered and bantered, as they were wont to do since the beginning. It was normal. He quite enjoyed it. But not now. Not when the trembling of her shoulders, and that hysterical smile on her face, and that slender finger pointed at him reminded him too much of that ridiculous blue clown friend of his, and made him wonder if a puppet show mocking his hubris would be held in his honor soon.

...Maybe he deserved it.

"I-I'm sorry," Golden Cheese laughed. "But I simply have to laugh, my darling! The Beast of Destruction, catching a common cold! The sight of it! Hahaha!"

Burning Spice crossed his arms and sniffled huffed. "Yeah, I get it. The first round of your high-pitched giggling told me as much."

"And all the other ones will keep reminding you, I'm sure," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "Honestly, you begged for this. What were you thinking, skulking around the Dark Cacao Kingdom without a coat? I told you it would be freezing!"

"And I told you that only weaklings need protection from the elements," he snapped. "I've traveled to every corner of this earth and never been worse for wear. You think a little bit of snow would do anything to me?"

"I do and I did, and I was right," she said. "It's why I kept telling you to bundle up before we went to visit my old friend. Cacao even offered you one of his robes when we first arrived there, as he's not so far from you in size and no one knows that place's bitter cold better than he does. But you chose to be proud and look where that got you."

"Hmph!" He scowled at her. "I know my own limits. I was fine the entire time we were there. Only now did this... this stupid cold catch up to me."

She started to laugh again. "Perhaps it's better this way," she told him, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Better here at home than back there, where more people besides myself can witness how stupid you are."

He harrumphed again and stood there, pouting at her and stifling a cough as she laughed at him some more - until his expression suddenly changed from irritated to... mischievous.

"Tell me, then, little bird," he said, "Haven't you ever gotten sick before? Or is Her Radiance too good for a cough and a fever?"

"Me? Once or twice in my youth," she said nonchalantly. "Why do you ask? Are you expecting me to tell you my own tale of pride and woe so you can feel less alone in your foolishness?"

No answer. Just a conniving smile slowly stretching across Burning Spice's face.

"What?" For just a moment, her confidence faltered, and was replaced by confusion. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Still nothing. Just a low chuckle.

"Alright, fine." She buckled under the weight of his gaze and that smile a bit further. "Perhaps I, too, was foolish like you were. Perhaps I thought myself invincible, only to have to lay by a fireplace for days while my friends nursed me back to health. Perhaps I even had someone wagging their finger at me, too. There, is that better? Does that bandage the gaping hole in your ego somewhat?"

He first answered her by taking a menacing step towards her, then he chuckled again and said:

"You thought yourself invincible, huh? You're speaking as if you no longer do."

Now it was her turn to huff and puff. "Well... I AM the Golden Sovereign, am I not? After everything I've accomplished and endured, I think I have the right to believe that about myself."

"Do you?" The smile grew bigger. "You just admitted that you were the same sort of fool I was once. Even golden sovereigns can fall sick." Now the smile was a face-splitting grin. "And it shall happen again."

"What-?"

He was upon her in a flash, before she could even fully register he was there (how could someone so big still be so fast?). Into his arms she went, trapped in a feverish embrace - and her eyes widened in shock when he quickly leaned down and pressed a big, wet kiss to her lips.

"What the-" Another kiss to silence her. "Stop-" Another one. "Burning Spice-" Deeper, more dramatic, a playful lick at her lips as a finishing touch. "What are you doing?!"

"Getting my revenge," he said. "This is what happens when you laugh at me."

"It isn't as if you don't deserve-" No, no more of that. Only more warm kisses - warmer than usual, thanks to the sickness - to put an end to her unwanted protests.

"You brute." Mwah. "You savage." Mwah. "You moron." Mwah. "I still told you so."

"I know," he said. He brought his lips down to her neck. "And now you must pay for it."

"It won't work," she grumbled. "I know what you're doing."

"We'll see."

"I take care of myself, unlike you." Even against her better judgment, she bent her head back to allow him further access. "I'll be fine."

"We'll see," he said again, before he started peppering her neck with those kisses she could never bring herself to say no to.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, actually," Burning Spice said with a smile. "Better than I've felt in ages, even."

"Wonderful," she muttered. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, desperate to stifle the chills. "Then that means you don't need your medicine anymore. Hand it over to me so it doesn't go to waste."

"No." He turned onto his side to face her, gesturing for her to come closer. "I can give you a bit of warmth, though. It seems like you need it more."

She grumbled, but nevertheless shuffled over to him, snuggling into his chest and sighing softly as he wrapped his arms around her. As if on cue, the chills grew weaker.

"I still maintain that I told you so," she murmured.

"And I maintain the exact same thing," he said. "We're even."

"As long as no one knows of this, it's fine," she sighed. "I can already hear Smoked Cheese's taunts from here..."

"And I could hear Shadow Milk's when you were mocking me before," he said. "Like I said. We are even now."

"...Fair enough."

They lay in silence for a little while, his face nuzzled into her hair and her feeling and listening to the beat of his heart in his chest.

...Until he felt like talking again. "Hey. Little bird."

"Hm?"

"I just remembered something."

"Did you, now."

"I did." She felt his hands start to trail downwards, resting on her hips. "Sex can actually aid in recovery from an illness, did you know?"

"..."

"It boosts the immune system, I think... And the pleasure can act as a natural painkiller, too. But I'm not entirely sure it's true... Why don't we test it to be sure?"

"Take your medicine and go to sleep, Burning Spice."

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Every time I came back to this draft to work on it, the "keep reading" divider was in a different place and I had to keep moving it back. It annoyed the shit out of me. There's Merchant's complaint for the day

[kitagal]

My Purse Essentials 4 Fall/Winter

Did anyone ask for this? No, but if I can just help out one person, it's totally worth it ! :3

Lets get to it !

1) Medicine. You never know when you'll need it ! I carry it all in a little My Melody pillbox and refill it when needed.

Advil, Dramamine, and Allegra.

2) Hand/Nail care ! Especially during these colder months, it's important to keep your hands and cuticles hydrated to avoid flaking and sometimes even cracking. It runs in my family :/

Peach scented cuticle oil and hand & cuticle lotion. (The crème shop is the best imo ! and all their products are cute, too!)

Glass nail file. Better than normal nail files and breakage is less likely to occur. I have a Hello Kitty one I got from Miniso for $5 !

3) Self defense. The world is a scary place and unfortunately a girl's gotta defend herself somehow !

Knife from a local store here ! But amazon has lots of affordable options too !

4) Hygiene products ! It's important for me, personally, to always feel clean. If I feel all icky my mood starts getting icky too.

Spare pad, spare panty liner, baby wipes, and hand wipes incase my hands get sticky from food or anything like that.

Bathroom spray ! I got a travel sized poo-pourri spray in the stocking stuffers aisle at Target !

A small pack of Extra gum, just incase I'm out and about and I just ate somethin stinky. I actually recommend the popular TikTok gum thats made with natural minerals that clean your teeth and keep your breath fresh ! I'm saving up for some with my boyfriend , but Ive seen outstanding reviews ! :0

5) Beauty products ! If you're like me, you wear makeup fairly often, even if it's just something as simple as some eyeliner.

e.l.f. jet black liquid eyeliner, just in case mine smudges or starts to fade. this isnt usually an issue in the colder seasons, but it's still good to be prepared !

chapstick and lipgloss ! its extremely important now of all times to keep your lippies hydrated!

KISS nail glue, incase my nails pop off from doing stuff at work lol. I dont go anywhere without this, you wont catch me missing a nail !

6) My wallet and identification, obviously!

BRING YOUR ID EVERYWHERE WITH YOU ! im sure some people are like, elle, thats common sense. but until i was 18 i would forget my ID or not bring it on purpose as I was scared to lose it lmao. do not be like younger me. you never know when you'll need it.

And finally, thats the end of it! I may update this in the future, but I hope this is helpful to anyone ! Thx for reading hehe ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[velvetvexations]

hello velvet this is going to be a lot abt hate crimes in abstraction (by which i mean, not about an Actual Hate Crime That Happened) but i wanted to warn u in case that was too much for comfort <3

my partner is stealth transmasc, and when you say this i think a lot of people interpret it as "Passes All The Time, Every Time". of course that's not what "stealth" means (it means low/no disclosure... it's flexible bc it's slang, but "stealth" tends to imply intention, it's something you do on purpose for safety reasons). the misconception is irritating most of the time, but i also think its actively dangerous and contributes directly to the erasure of transmasculine oppression. like, i keep seeing people refuting the statement "being stealth is a hostage situation" with "well im stealth and im not scared of being outed" as if it has anything to do with personal sense of fear. youd think that would be obvious.

we live in a blue dot in deeply red state. the difference between our city and where my partner grew up, in the surrounding area, is stark. contrary to popular belief, this doesnt make us safe. he gets threatened with violence walking home alone, he gets called slurs by people that think theyve clocked him as any number of things. you walk fast and dont look behind you when stuff like that happens. none of my friends have been able to answer me when i ask "did they follow you home? do they know where you live?" transfem friends too! it's almost like we're more alike in experiencing transphobia than we are different. who'd've thought.

im thinking abt this bc we travel via greyhound and the last station we left was very very poorly maintained - arent they all? - and in the mens restroom, every door to every stall had a broken lock. my partner joked abt taking a "risky pee" lol, and if it wasnt for where we were, who we are, and the time we are living in, maybe the little icepick of fear wouldnt have gotten stuck in me and i wouldve laughed.

the thing that irritates me abt this discourse is that this type of white knight, tme-in-bio transmasc (or associate) does not at all seem to recognize the danger inherent to being stealth, to looking sort of like a man if the ppl around you are not violent transphobes looking for a fight. they are so consumed by this idea of trans-male privilege that they dont even recognize the danger they are in. often times i think its bc of their own individual privilege. maybe they live in a more trans-friendly region than i do. maybe theyve never met a transphobe, never been called slurs from a speeding car that almost hit you, maybe theyve never been loudly transvestigated in public. i really, sincerely hope they never do. but they take that and apply it to other transmascs far less fortunate and dont even recognize the erasure they are contributing to. bc everyone knows only transfems get hate crimed! who else ever would?

they think that no one has ever clocked them (how? are you a mindreader?), they think that if they look enough like a cis man, "other" cis men wont hurt them, cis women wont be Able to hurt them. they think thats true of every transmasc thats been a year+ on t. it's juvenile. it's icarian. it's misogyny dressed up as solidarity and chivalry. and it's not even fucking true. the vast majority of Any trans person who is trans in Any number of ways is going to face fear and anxiety and the potential for danger in a bathroom.

thank you for sharing anon <3

[mikalame]

Fixing up

little tom, young love, reader being a lil sweety ,tom blushing, all that ushy gushy stuff

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

Tom and ___ just got done finishing a movie and were now cuddling and enjoying each others company talking about stuff that's happening in their classes/ in their life.

Tom decides to wrap him arm around her back leaning in a tad bit but still leaving quite a gap, but not enough of a gap because ___ could see how bad his hair was getting and how badly it needed a re-twist.

"Tommie your hair is so outgrown you need to re-twist it" she whines tugging at one of the dreads closest to her. "I know, mum keeps on telling me too but i cant be assed" he groans taking the dread back from the girl.

"Ooo Tommie i could do it for you, pretty pleaseee" she beggs with puppy dog eyes "i promise it wont hurt cherries on top". After a few seconds he gives it to her begging and before he realises shes gone and down the hall starting the bath for him hair.

He gets up and cracks his back "my back is gonna kill me after this" thinking back to the time where him mum had his head over the sink to get his hair re-twisted when it was wet.

As he waddled to the bath room he sees a comfy chair with pillows and blankets all huddled around with bill dvd player with some movies stacked next to it.

"Ta da, do you like, i remember you telling me how it hurt when your mum did it cause of the tub so i thought this would be better, don't tell bill i have this tho he'll kill me" she giggles patting the chair in front of her.

"I could get used to this" he says a smirk on him face as he plops down on the chair taking his hair tie out of his hair, he feels soft hands rake through the dreads and he sinks into her touch, slowly drifting off.

He groggily opened his yes when he heard giggling, he looked his shoulder and saw the girl had packed all the things away and was leaning against the bench.

He still heard giggling even tho it was not coming from the girl, confused he looked towards the door and saw Bill, his mother and his step father all crowed by the door giggling.

He looked down and saw that bill had a camera in his hand he put two and two together that he had fallen asleep and bill had taken photos of him,

Him face when bright red in embarrassment and lunged forward to bill to grab the camera off of him but bill slipped away, Tom got tugged back by a soft hand on his own, he instantly knew it was the girl and didn't try to hard to pull back as he hung his face.

As the 2 adults walked away she closed the door, spewing complements that made his face even redder "stopp" he would whine but she just kept on going.

After a few minutes of this they hear a car pull up and Toms mother yells "___, your parents are here to pick you up" as she grabs the last of her things from the bath room she hugs tom goodbye whispering in his ear.

"You are such a cutie sleeper Tommie, i love you, see you at school" kissing his cheek goodbye. As he stands there shocked at what just happened he blushed again.

'Click' he hears and sees bill with his camera taking more pictures of him "Get back here BIll. UGH im gonna kill you!!" Tom yells at his Brother as he runs down the hall squealing.

Hope you enjoyed, dorry this is short im doing this before bed lol,

SEND REQUESTS PLEASE this fandom is lowkey dieing i hate it😭

[ratatoast]

Son coeur est le tien

Alastor x Reader qpr (general headcanons)

a/n: halfway through writing this, i realised that maybe my idea of a qpr might be different than someone else's haha,,, also, this is the very first time I've written for hazbin hotel lol (and should i mention that english isn't my first language? haha)

that being said, i hope y'all enjoy this mess :P

also also if y'all would like me to continue writing Alastor qpr (cuz there's def a shortage on that), feel free to send me prompts :)) i obvi wont write nsfw, but other than that, i think anything is fine (?)

Being in a qpr with the radio demon would include…

Long talks over tea/coffee

There’s never any awkward silence between the two of you. You two could be chatting about the most mundane things, and the conversation would still flow perfectly.

He’d definitely learn exactly how you like your hot beverage.

I personally can’t imagine him being an avid coffee drinker tbh, but I don’t think he’d mind if you are one.

Takes your tea parties very seriously, knows all your favourite pastries, puts on some smooth jazz, brings out the fine china, etc

Loves listening to you talking about your day, your current interests, hobbies, etc. Even if the topic itself isn’t all that interesting to him, he’ll still listen to you.

The both of you love gossiping with each other. Neither of you will admit it to others though.

Petnames

You very rarely hear your given name come out of this man’s mouth.

He never calls you anything that he deems too sickly sweet, usually sticks to dear, sweetheart, or darling.

If he’s having a particularly great day, he might call you love, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Constant praises & words of affirmation

I think words of affirmation is one of his main love languages.

He constantly showers you with praises, telling you how gorgeous you look, how witty your jokes are, etc.

We all know that this man is a charmer, however his compliments to you are more than just empty words… most of the time :p

Do keep in mind that this man is a master manipulator tho, so he isn't above using sweet talk to get what he wants.

Playful banter that keeps you on your toes

He loves a good back and forth, especially if his darling is a particularly witty individual.

The two of you can turn any conversation into a battle of words.

However, if you take it too far, he’s not afraid to put you in your place with a couple of sharp words, aimed to hurt.

But most of the time it’s just good fun :)

Never having to so much as lift a finger

He’s very big on acts of service.

Forget about opening doors or pulling out chairs for yourself.

He takes being a gentleman very seriously, especially when it comes to you.

But not only is he a gentleman, he’s also a powerful overlord.

So if you ever need anything, be that a new pair of shoes, or getting rid of a particularly nasty demon, consider it done.

Being his closest confidant

We all know that Alastor has many acquaintances, however he falls short on meaningful connections.

He doesn’t let people get too close to him, and it is sort of understandable why.

You are one of the only exceptions to that.

You know more about this man than all of hell combined.

It took a while for him to open up to you, and even longer until he started telling you about his past.

He’s the kind to drop hints about himself and let you figure out the rest.

Trust goes a long way with him, I think he’d be more open to sharing his plans and such with someone that he knows won’t question his every move.

Even so, there’s still a lot that you don’t know about him, but you’ll just have to take what you can.

You can dress however you want… as long as it fits his taste

He’s not all too picky about what you wear.

Contrary to popular belief, he wouldn’t expect you to be in full glam 24/7.

If you like more revealing clothes, well, he’ll just have to make sure that anyone that dares to as much as look at you the wrong way is taken care of.

That being said, looking well put together is a must.

You represent him in a way, and he expects you to look the part.

He can’t have you wandering the streets of hell in rags that not even the lowest sinners would wear.

Absolutely no modern technology allowed

Do I even need to explain this?

He’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to the possibility of Vox messing with you.

You are never truly alone

Alastor would make sure to accompany you on your outings as much as his schedule allows it.

But let’s be real, he’s a very busy man.

He makes sure that a few of his shadows keep an eye on you though, even in his absence.

I don’t think your personal strength matters in this case, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s very little that this man wouldn’t do for you, especially when it comes to your personal safety.

Lets you get closer to him than anyone else

This time, I’m talking about physical closeness.

We all know that he isn’t big on physical touch.

However, I feel like you could get away with a lot more than others.

When the two of you are walking somewhere, it’s not unusual for him to offer you his arm.

When you’re standing next to him, he sometimes rests his hand on your back, although that is often a subconscious thing.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he isn’t too opposed to letting you hug him.

You can also get away with laying on his lap sometimes, and if he’s feeling exceptionally gracious, he might even pet your hair.

PDA is definitely a big no-no, on one hand he has an image to protect, but I also just don’t think he’d be too comfortable with showing his more vulnerable side in public.

As for kisses… if you haven’t seen each other in a while, he might greet you with a kiss on your hand, but that’s as far as it ever goes.

He’s not a very touchy-feely person, so if that bothers you… good luck finding someone better than the radio demon ;)

me af tbh lmao

anway, thanks for reading pookies mwah (slash platonic lol)

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Three

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Today's tea: lady grey with milk and sugar.

This is totally fair warning. In this read I tried to guess some plot and you all get to watch me guess horribly incorrectly like 14 times LOL. Please enjoy watching me slowly breakdown through all the stages of grief across three pages of notes as I continuously watch my theories fall apart.

Let's go chapter three!

Yesterday I took back my theory that the brides were disappearing willingly because her head fell off. BUT, now that I know that the head was actually a wooden puppet body, bets are off. I am reinstating my theory. p67

Shit. Ignore me. LOL. It was intentionally a fake wooden puppet. I should have read like 1 more paragraph before getting excited. p68

I am still keeping the theory. AND! I think that torn-skirt-girl is in on it. Like not plotting or maliciously, but she knows what's up. p69

Good for Xie Lian! That guy deserves to be hit! What an asshole! p71

This is so funny to me. Mu Qing has serious FOMO and just needs to be involved in everything. He's just constantly hanging out in the communication array for no reason (the reason is FOMO). Bro really doesn't want to miss anything. p72

I am loving this monster threat level system. Wrath seems kind of intense though. p73

Yes yes! Let's get that bride xie lian agenda! Such a little honorable cutie. Is his disguise good? Nope. But it is workable! p74

I'm WHEEZING why is this so funny. Xie Lian, DRAG; "No, miss, please don't misunderstand, this isn't a hobby of mine". p77

This entire drag situation is even funnier because he did not need to be made up, he literally could have learned some transformation magic. But nope, this man is like; but drag though?

I am losing this battle. Okay, it is indeed a monster. BUT I'm not set on if it only takes disgruntled brides or what. p82

I love how Xie Lian is having the best time in this bridal sedan, "I've been smiling ever since I mounted the bridal sedan" p82

Respect because as a concept, the binu is very cool. But also, horrific as a scavenger. pp84-85

WOAH! WAIT! His wrist wrap is sentient?? What the heck! I love this so much. p95

ah okay! The anticipation!!! I need to know who/what this wrath/evil threat is! p88 (clarity: this was me in response to the handsome gentleman helping Xie Lian out of the carriage).

As evil as this guy might be, he seems so sweet!!! pp92-93 (see clarity above LOL)

oooo, the butterflies are back! p93

Okay so reading a bit more I am so excited! I am assuming we just met the other protagonist/love interest?? That did not feel like the evil wrath level threat.

weird, weird. The plot thickens! Why a suppression/stealth array hiding a temple to Ming Guang??? p95

OMG. 17 zombie (not really but i'm calling them that) brides! I have officially decided to respectfully toss all of my "theories". LOL these brides are very dead. p96

I hate this man so much (xiao-Pengtou). You know what, if he were to die here I wont even be mad. p99

Oh dang another cliffhanger!!! I hope the wrath level threat is not torn-skirt-girl! I really like her. p102

I thought the opening of this book would be a little mystery

But ofc not because it is MXTX and every sentence has meaning. It feels like so much foundation was dropped in this chapter! I need; more butterfly man, xiao-pengtou to meet his inevitable end, to meet the wrath threat level!