#but like.....hm. i feel no emotion other than frustration at this change

[chlorinecake]

Imagine slow but rough sex with Jungwon cause he found out that you were not being yourself.

"Baby's not feeling well, hm?

"yeah, fuck everyone. But, I can fuck you up harder"

"Insecure? Baby, you got a pussy that can make any man pray"

"Cry over my cock instead, yeah?"

Fuck Now, Talk Later | Y.JW

▹ PAIRING : soft dom! bf! jungwon x subby! gf!reader

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUMMARY : Just Jungwon fucking your tears away with a bit of rough COMFORT SEX because you’re too pretty to cry over anything other than his cock.

▹ CONTAINS : ⚠︎ swearing, kissing, praise kink, pet names (angel, kitty, good girl), unprotected sex (cowgirl variations), mild dacryphilia, mentions of insecurities, reference to cigar use

▹ WORD COUNT : 2.2k — special tags for my fellow won-girlies @candewlsy and @theothernads ⋆.˚

Your eyebrows that were once screwed into little bows of frustration atop your face had finally popped, a stream of tears spilling over your cheeks as you ran straight to your bedroom, where you sobbed your sorrows into the sheets…

It wasn’t long before your boyfriend Jungwon realized you had got back home from hanging with your friends already, though…

Standing up from his reading nook in the living room, he went off in search for you, following the hushed sounds of your cries all the way to the bedroom.

And there you were… curled up into a tight ball of sadness as you sniffled beneath the sole comfort of your zip-down hoodie, hiding your face from him.

“Aww,” your boyfriend started gently, walking over to sit beside you on the mattress… “What’s the matter, hm?… Baby's not feeling too well?…”

You felt his hand caress the dip in your waist now as you laid down, but it only made you tense up, feeling worse for burdening him.

“N-no, Wonie… I just hate crying like this… especially in front of you…,” you managed to say, trying to give him a hint that you wanted to be alone for a few moments, but he persisted anyways.

“You never have to hide your emotions from me, love…” Jungwon encouraged, briefly breathing against your cheek before kissing the skin there, “It’s important that I see these parts of you, too, y’know?…”

You had been dating Jungwon for a little less than a year now, and one relationship goal that has always been the same for him was prioritizing your comfort.

He wanted you to be okay with sharing all types of intimacy… not just the parts that involved sex.

Naturally though, your boyfriend was never really an emotional person, and yet he strived to become better in that aspect because of you… because he knew there’d be a time where you needed that emotional comfort from him more than anything—

“Please, ____,” Jungwon’s voice sounded from behind you, “just tell me what’s wrong, baby…”

You sighed at his pleading before answering, not meeting his eyes only for him to scan your face anyways, admiring how lovely your teary eyes looked in this moment.

“I don’t know, Wonie… I guess I’ve just… I haven’t been feeling like myself, lately…”

“Ahh… so you’re telling me my pretty girl has got herself all worked up over insecurities again?”

“Well- it’s not just that… s-someone said that I’ve changed for the worse…”

It was earlier while you were hanging out with your friends…

One of the girls there, who you remembered as your former smoking buddy, had some pretty nasty things to say about you once she found out you had been trying to quit using.

“Yeah, you might’ve quit the pen, but all those lingering nerves are making you eat yourself to death, now… just look at your legs… they’ve gotten so big since the last time we spoke…”

Sighing at the memory, you sat up on the bed now, looking back at Jungwon’s stoic expression that spoke a thousand words for itself as he went on to ask:

“Are you seriously gonna let those empty words get you upset like this?…”

His hand was on your thigh, distracting you from answering at first until you decided to simply shake your head at his question, feeling the tears erupt within you all over again.

“I’m sorry, Jungwon,” you croaked with a squeaky voice, feeling yourself hiccup a bit from sniffling so hard, “I’m so sorry for being this way…”

For being your dysfunctional, basket-case of a girlfriend, you wanted to add, but the words got caught in the anxious web of your own mind, a spider feeling as though it’d just crawled down your throat as you continued bullying yourself in your head.

Jungwon had never seen you so sad before, and the way you just leaned into him while sobbing into the crook of his neck made his heart sink and swell at the same time.

The moisture from your face peppered his shoulders as he gently caressed your back, cooing within the sullen air.

“Don’t apologize when you did nothing wrong, ____,” he demanded with a whisper, pulling away from the hug to look in your face, “you understand me?”

You nodded again, making him smile softly as he kissed away the tears trailing your left cheek, his free, sweater-gloved hand wiping the other side.

“I just wanna feel better, already… regardless of what other people think of me,” you say as the end of his sleeve kept patting at your tears.

“And you will,” Jungwon went on, tilting his head at you with a thumb running over your lower lip. “Fuck those people and their opinions, ____…” he said, kissing you on the corner of your lips but only going in for more once you hummed in approval.

But of course, the tears came back, and you’re not sure why, but they wouldn’t stop.

“It’s okay, angel… let it all out,” Jungwon whispered against your lips, but you turned your head, letting your back find the mattress and covering your face.

“I … I can’t, Wonie… I hate feeling like such a crybaby over the smallest of things,” you sniffled, vision blurring with the amount of tears spilling over the edge of your lash bed now.

“Move your hands, love… I don’t like it when you hide your face from me…”

You look so gorgeous when you cry, your boyfriend wanted to add, but decided not to let his dirty thoughts thrive in this moment…

He opted to lay down beside you instead, joining your flat posture on the mattress before trailing a hand from the top of your knee and up to the point where the skirt you wore was hiked up over your hips now.

And yes, you weakly tried to swat his hands away, but he persisted, pulling your skirt back over your curves before hooking his first finger at the hem of your black, lace panties.

“You can always cry over my cock instead,” he whispered in a low voice now, his offer drawing you back to the present and out of your thoughts as the feeling of his hand inching closer to your core made your thighs tense up.

“W-Wonie~” your breath hitched, his fingers feeling cold against your warm skin as you failed to meet his lustful gaze.

“No no no, look at me… tell me how you want me to help you feel better, yea?”

With the last bit of willpower you had, you let your puffy eyes flicker up to meet his face, shuddering as you felt your panties slip lower and lower from their original position.

“I don’t really know what to say, Jungwon,” your voice came out below a whisper, your anxious thighs squeezing together as if it’d help hide the expanse of flesh from his eyes.

But his eyes weren’t looking there, anyways, being more concerned with the expression on your face than anything.

“Want me to help fuck all those tears away, kitty?... Is that what my pretty baby needs?”

And just like that, you felt it… the fiery rush in your stomach letting you know that it was only a matter of time before he had you bouncing on top of him, begging for more…

But as much as your body wanted to say yes, your mind was still making you feel insecure, especially as your panties were completely gone at this point, your hesitant body still trying to ease into his touch as he sat you in his lap.

Jungwon let his hands caress over the bow you tied around your thighs as your weight sunk into the straddle… your beautiful, soft, and perfect thighs…

Your hands found his shoulders for leverage, right as he kissed the center of your lips, humming at the way you clung to him now.

Your nose was still a bit stuffy from crying so much, so the kiss ended up being a lot sloppier than usual which only helped to turn you on even more.

“Such a good girl,” Jungwon muttered breathlessly as you suddenly broke from the contact, watching as you got to work on freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.

Climbing back over him, you simply hovered over his length, kissing him one more time on the lips before sliding him into you, tensing up a bit at the sensation.

“Mmm,” you hummed, feeling his hands push your thighs down just to help speed things up a bit.

And it didn’t take long for you to start moving once he was fully inside you, those pretty feline eyes of his becoming heavy at the relief his cock found in your pussy.

Letting his back fall against the bed, Jungwon kept his hands at your waist as you continued bouncing on his cock, a red hue blushing to your cheeks now as he started playing with your boobs.

“You’re taking me so well today, baby,” your boyfriend whispered in a low voice while squeezing the flesh of your tits in his hand, “always look so pretty while bouncing on my cock…”

You whimpered slightly at the painful feeling coupled with his dirty words, clenching around his member as the pace of your hips grew faster with your need.

“W-wonie~” you began to say, holding onto his wrists as his hands stayed cupped around your breasts.

“What is it, baby?” He asked in an almost cloyingly sweet tone, taking one of his free hands and pinching your cheek to make you blush even more.

“W-want you to fuck me, Wonie… p-please,” you whine in between feeling his thumb find the inside of your mouth, playing with your tongue as you finally meet his eyes again.

“You gotta be more specific, kitty,” he says, catching on to the way you visibly sulk at his words, “how does my pretty girl want to be fucked?”

As frustrated as you were starting to feel with his teasing, you couldn’t help but keep bouncing in his lap, practically drooling over the way his tip felt sliding against all the best parts inside you.

“Need you to be rough with me, Wonie,” you manage to say breathlessly, eyes tearing up now at the rollercoaster of emotions, “need you so bad—”

“Shhh… I’ve got you, baby,” Jungwon cooed, moving his thumb from your mouth and swiping the moisture from your eyes, “gonna help you feel so much better…”

You felt his touch guide you against his stomach now, your face resting in the crook of his shoulder as he held you against him with his strength, thrusting himself inside you.

And you almost couldn’t believe that he was starting off so fast, gripping a handful of your hair as tiny grunts fell from his lips, your eyes pricking with moisture as he kept pounding into you.

“God, p-please… go harder,” you whined out weakly, only to moan as his grip on your hair tightened, a string of curses falling from his mouth as his hips snapped into you even faster.

“Let me see those pretty tears of yours again, baby… let me know how good I’m making you feel…”

The sound of skin against skin would be impossible for anyone outside to ignore at this point, especially with the way you kept whining for him...

“Feels so good, Wonie,” you cried out, feeling the band in your stomach tighten as your climax treaded closer and closer to spilling over the edge, “need you to make me cum so badly…”

“Already?” Your boyfriend asked with a slight chuckle to his tone, even though he knew he wasn’t gonna last very much longer himself, “my pretty girl is always so needy for my cock, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes, yes,” your voice came out in erotic moans as your pussy throbbed with a burning need.

Only a few more seconds had passed before you were squirming on top of him, his hands having to hold you down given how much your body trembled.

“Nghh,” Jungwon’s voice followed right after, just as the feeling of his release coating your walls became obvious to you, a string of mumbled praise slipping from his mouth.

And all you could do was whimper at your boyfriend’s words, both of your hips riding out their highs as his lips found your face, kissing away the tears there as you melted into his touch.

Eventually, he let his dick slip out of the comfort of your warm hole, caressing your back as you returned a kiss to his lips, missing the closeness already…

“Feel any better?” Jungwon asked, a faint smile creeping upon his delicate features as you adored the sight of him in your own heart.

“Thanks to you, yes,” is the last thing you remembered saying in that moment, your tingly legs still straddling his lap as fell back into his embrace, grateful to have a boyfriend as perfect as him…

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[hyacinthleaves]

Istg you're carrying the project eden's garden x reader tag on your back 😭😭.

Could I request Damon, Wolfgang & Mark with a blackened reader and what their reaction would be when they discover it was them in the trial?? (For the sake of this imagine Wolfgang is alive...)

PD: what if the motive was that if the blackened got away they could choose another student to leave with? (Reader would obviously want to leave with the character)

DAMON FANS WHAT IS HAPPENING

Damon Maitsu:

I already talked about Damon's s/o as the blackened but with that motive?

He's actually going to lose his shit

He cares so much about you and he had a sneaking suspicion that one of you were going to die by the end of the game (though he didn't want to believe it) but he had no clue that it was going to be for that reason

Really, with his mixed emotions in that moment, he wants to call you a dumbass

But he loves you so much because you went to those lengths to try and make sure the two of you come out alive

So for a bit he says nothing because he's genuinely buffering, but you can see it in his eyes (through his tears), he's extremely grateful even though you did do that

It pains him to say that you're the killer but he'll honestly try to be as slow as possible just so he can have a few more moments with you (and he's beating himself up for it because he knows what's going to happen anyway)

He'll watch your execution and just think that this was entirely preventable if he never got close to you in the first place

...wait

Hear me out. What if you just told him in advance

I really think that if you manage to make Damon reach a level of selfishness and hate for others, you can convince him to keep his mouth shut for a pretty long time

Like really if you let him sit in the fact that he never wanted to be there, everyone hates him, he hates everyone, and there's a way out if he just shuts up, I think it's possible

Out of all 3 characters listed, I genuinely feel like he's the most likely to shut up and actually help you get away with it if there's enough preparation

Food for thought, I don't know

It'll make it so much worse when/if you get executed though because he actively played a hand in your death. His mental health will quickly go downhill from there

Wolfgang Akire:

He's SO conflicted, poor guy

And I'm sorry to say this, but he would flat out tell you that he never wanted you to do that

It hurts him to say it too but he's generally pretty selfless (or at least in front of others, he does care about how he presents himself) and he wants to keep that up, whether he actually believes it or not

It's not like his love for you isn't strong, but he's also a lawyer. YOU should've seen that coming

He'll still be upset for sure but in a moment of high stress, it'll definitely look like he turned his back on you, even though he's just trying to solve the case

And I don't think it would've changed even hm if he thought that you might've done it from the start

I don't think he would want everyone else to die for the sake of you two, it just wouldn't have worked long term either

He's pissed but so sad because he knows how much you care about him but you knew damn well he doesn't like what you did

This would be disastrous because he's crying out of frustration and it looks like he's so pissed. It literally looks like you two are breaking up, because he's mad at you because you killed someone and now you're about to die. There's so much shit happening I don't even think anyone would want to talk anymore

Mark Berskii:

(if the motive was public) As soon as that motive dropped, he knew something was going to happen

I feel like he considered it for a moment but he thought that it wouldn't be right to do anything so he didn't

He also wondered if you would kill someone for the both of you, but it wasn't something he was taking seriously. It still stayed in the back of his mind though

This bit of anxiety caused him to keep an eye on you a lot more than he usually does

If he thinks you're acting suspiciously, he'll be extremely nervous but he won't say a word. He doesn't want to know. If it's you, he doesn't want that thought plaguing his mind at a time like this

Even if you did do it, he wouldn't want you looking suspicious during the investigation. He'll stick to you and just tell you to act normal if you aren't already

If you don't have an alibi during the time of the murder, he might just make something up. He becomes EXTREMELY protective. He doesn't want anything happening to you

He might crash out before you do just because he doesn't even want anyone thinking of you in that manner

It would look very sudden compared to his general silence from before

He doesn't care if you did or didn't do it anymore, he refuses to lose you. It almost looks like he has more to lose than you do, and you're the one that might die

He's gonna become Damon levels of pissy after the trial. If people even look at him for too long he'll get mad

It'll take him a bit to calm down and I don't think anyone will really try to bother him, for obvious reasons

[l-in-the-light]

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition Whole Cake Island (part 12)

Lawlu in Whole Cake Island? There is none! Actually... do we really need Law to be present to analyze it, come to think of it? Luffy is really all we need; to watch his behaviour, things he says, his determination, to guess how Law's influence would show and how partying ways with him (even if temporarily) would impact Luffy.

This is the Alice in Wonderland Arc of One Piece, which means Luffy's main struggle will be to face himself, his own weakness, fears, and maybe even his own self-hatred. Which is why this time it won't be the usual scrutinizing analysis of frame by frame, but instead I will take a deep-dive into Luffy's mind. Are you ready? :D

Luffy starts Whole Cake Island arc in a rush. Because why wouldn't he feel in a rush? There's a wedding to stop! There's a chance they won't make it in time, after all. But... seeing how Zou ended, there's probably one more reason why Luffy is so irritated and wants to get things done as fast as possible... there will be someone waiting for him in Wano, alongside the rest of Luffy's own crew. Luffy could tolerate being seperated from his own crew for two years, but this two weeks trip to Whole Cake Island seems like a torture to him. What changed exactly between timeskip and now? Oh, right, Law got added into the picture ;)

"See? She didn't have any problem with my yeeting!" and I wish he could add "Law also had no trouble after I yeeted us in Dressrosa, you should be more hardboiled like him!", because I swear, this feels like the thing he actually means. And he is right, Law hated being yeeted, but he dealed with it just fine in the end, keeping his clear mind and sense of direction intact.

And then, out of nowhere, Luffy gains an interest in cooking. Luffy, of all people! The very same Luffy who thought a musician is more essential on the crew than a cook!

He even compares Nami's nutritional knowledge to a doctor instead of a cook. For Luffy, a cook is just someone who makes your food look and taste extra great, but it's not neccessary for a kid who grew up in a jungle eating everything the way it comes or simply by roasting it over a fire. So why is he suddenly so interested in cooking?? Is he missing Sanji that much? Is he trying to make his crew miss Sanji so the reunion is more emotional? Good guesses, but they have one flaw: they don't take Luffy's personality enough into account.

Back in East Blue, Luffy agreed to recruit a cook before a musician only because his crew wanted one and also because he's a freaking glutton.

"You guys are really rude, I made this food for you!" now that doesn't fit with Luffy's personality of "I want to eat all the meat". Suddenly, it's for them, hm?

Then he tries his own "kitchen sink curry", spits it out, shouts that's it's inedible and flips the table! Why so mad? Oh yeah, because as we learn soon after, he tried cooking multiple times and it's still something that can't be eaten. He tried so many times that he wasted a stock of food they had that was supposed to last them for a week, for all of them! And it's all gone in one day.

Luffy's frustration is understandable then, because this is what he considers to be "his best attempt". As we learn from SBS, Luffy's best dish is just a bowl of meat (in other words: pieces of meat put in a bowl lol), which means he would not prepare "curry" or any sort of exquisite dish for himself. He indeed did this dish with others in mind. He would be more likely to just roast whatever he caught and shove it towards them, asking "you want some?", if it was only about him.

Despite his constant failures, he's still not getting discouraged and wants to learn how to cook edible things for people to enjoy. Nami though stops him and tells him "to never go into the kitchen again", ouch. They have been starving for days as the result of Luffy's "cooking attempts" and Luffy almost lost his life as the result (eating poisonous skin of a fish they finally caught), so her reaction is understandable. But this should make us realize that Luffy, thanks to this whole (mis)adventure, understands Sanji better without even realizing it. After all, Sanji was also told to "never cook again" by his father.

But I think this adventure has one more meaning. Whole Cake Island is basically a tale about the good and bad sides of food industry, but also how food creates connections between people. And I think XxXholic covered the latter part better than I could ever put in words, so forgive me for the unexpected crossover here. You don't need to know XxXholic, its plot or characters to be able to follow the quotes, they also don't spoil anything from the plot, so don't worry. We're just following one of the many, many side characters there.

First of all, if you want to repay a debt or show your gratitude, the best way is to offer food and good drink. And the best way to do it, is to offer stuff you cooked yourself, because they require your own time and effort, and include your feelings (of gratitude and love) for the person you cooked it for. If someone does you a favour, it's a good idea to say "thanks" by preparing a dish they like, for example.

"I would like to cook with you and then eat it together. And then I would really like to know more about you. And for you to learn about me, as well" says the protagonist to one of his clients. Cooking together is a big thing because it creates an equal, mutual bond: you get to know me, I get to know you, and we can both try to become better at cooking together, but also better people for each other as well. Because by cooking we learn more about what the other person likes and dislikes, but also about their personality: their usual way of problem solving, about their patience, flexibility, stubborness, ability to learn etc. Your prefered way of cooking can also reflect your personality this way and you try to offer your best through a dish you put a lot of effort to make, for someone to enjoy.

You can learn a lot about yourself as well through cooking. If you compare your own cooking to someone else's, you can realize your own personality traits you wished you would have never noticed (for example impatience, like Luffy flipping the table in anger: even Nami called him out on it, Sanji would not approve of that action!). You might also realize that someone preparing food for you did it with lots of feelings, of kindness and love, and that's why that food tastes good. And if in comparison your own food is terrible, bland, without flavour or personality, it just shows you don't really share your own love with the world through the act of cooking. In Luffy's case up there, his food was so terrible (though definitely full of his personality lol) despite him putting in his best effort and feelings. How did it make him feel about himself? Perhaps like he has nothing good to offer to people he loves? But his final reaction is always this: try to be better and do better!

Luffy offering his failed attempts to his crew serves the same purpose: he's offering them what he has, even if the result is disgusting. But this is the kind of person Luffy is at the moment and he has nothing better to offer!

The sidestory in XxXholic has a happy ending, the struggle continues on and the woman's significant other supports her efforts and says they will wait for as long as it takes. Now, what does that have to do with One Piece? The reason this woman couldn't cook something that would taste good wasn't because she's clumsy, or didn't put any effort in or lacked knowledge (she actually studied cooking like it's an university subject, it clearly mattered a lot to her!).

What she lacked in the end was love, not for others, but for herself. She hated herself so much that she believed anything she would do would turn out bad (which is exactly what happened over and over), almost like she was subconsciously self-sabotaging her own efforts. And since she didn't have love for herself she had nothing to give to others either, despite caring for them and being so grateful to people who loved her the way she is, imperfect, disbelieving in her own worth, broken. She just didn't feel like she has anything to offer to all the great people around her.

Sounds familiar?

"What can you do?" Arlong asks Luffy. "You can't do anything, you're a disgrace as a captain". And Luffy proceeds to say he has great people who support him (which means he does not think of himself as great, he knows he lacks in so many ways), but there is one, just one thing he can do for them back: it's to beat up people like Arlong.

And yet despite that, in Whole Cake Island, Luffy attempts to do what he literally can't do: to cook. He knows he can't do it, but he tries it anyway, knowing very well what the end result will be. It's not that he lost his mind. We mustn't forget why he's doing a stealthy mission on WCI. It's exactly because he can't do what he usually does: beat up Big Mom. He promised he won't do it. But what *can* he do then? It's his struggle to become better and get out of his comfort zone, and he starts that from attempting cooking. It won't be the first or last time that he will fight against himself in this arc, even denying things he had the most confidence in. This is the arc in which Luffy loses the sight of what he can and can't do, and needs to come up with a new answer or rediscover the one he already had all along. This is Luffy in a crisis.

Now is that related to Luffy being seperated from Law and dealing badly with it? Or Luffy realizing how much he knows Law has faith in him and he wants to live up to it? Because like we established before, Luffy is doing this stealthy attempt only for the sake of his alliance with Law, he would not bother usually and would just destroy Big Mom because she's in his way. I can only imagine Luffy's inner struggle when he tries to come up with a new solution here but can't get any, nothing works out if he just can't beat up the bad guy and move on. Luffy's later refusal to eat anything that isn't Sanji's cooking, not even the syrup rain, must reflect how Luffy feels about himself in this moment: he feels pathetic and useless and he must hate himself for it.

There's one more angle to it. Luffy suspiciously wants to cook as fast as they're seperated from Law. He thinks nutritional knowledge is something a doctor does and he's impressed with it. Law is a doctor. It's not a stretch to think that Luffy wants to learn something new to impress his favourite person upon return. It's highly likely he wants to cook for Law as well (and he's using his crew for taste-testing for now), because he has feelings of love and gratitude he wants to convey to him, but he doesn't know how to do it. But Luffy always had Sanji who used his cooking exactly for that: to show his feelings of love for people (and was very vocal about it!). Luffy is just trying to do the same, but he realized he can't do it no matter what. By the end of the arc he comes back to terms with himself and finds the old truth again: he will leave the cooking to Sanji and rely on his crew. He can try to be a better person in other ways, but he will keep on searching for a way to show love and gratitude to them.

And we will not talk about Luffy suddenly remembering people smooch each other and talking about it in context of Sanji's wedding, uhum. If that's on his mind all of a sudden when it wasn't even once for last 80 volumes, then you can guess why it suddenly would be. People who love and care for each other smooch, so maybe he was considering... things...

Another odd thing Luffy does, which is to check on the map and comments, frowning "it's weird". He has a point, because we learn later it was a deliberate trap. But he's paying attention here because he tries to be useful and does things he usually wouldn't be doing. Just like with cooking.

Same here. It's probably the first moment in which Luffy realizes that having a longterm plan would be actually a good thing. Yeah, Luffy of all people. That's because he must be thinking "if it was Law, he would definitely have one". I feel like other people were pointing it out to Luffy before, but it's the first time he actually shows that he kinda cares and isn't answering with "I'm just here for the adventure. And become a king of the pirates, no plans included!".

Look here. This is Luffy in a crisis. "I have to get back and I'll destroy everything in my way if I have to!" Not only he's not supposed to destroy everything or beat up Big Mom, which he points out a moment later, but Luffy is clear here, he made his decision: if he can't go back, he will simply get rid of everything on his way. Getting back is the most important thing, everything else be damned.

Except... are we really talking about Sanji here? Get back where, Luffy? To Wano perhaps, where your crew and Law will be waiting?

"I'm not going to die in a place like this!!", "I made him a promise, but it's not here!!". I'm just saying, this applies both to Sanji and the promise Luffy made "to meet up in Wano". And if he wants to get back no matter what, it's because he knows he can't die here, he can't force a certain someone to go through a big loss again. He would rather tear off his arms than not return at all and break his promise.

And we get Sanji with his "I didn't tell you to wait..." and Luffy just laughs in reply. This particular laugh he used only once before, btw, and I don't recall anywhere else:

When he was telling Zoro how much he's worrying about Sanji. Because why wouldn't Luffy know that Zoro and Sanji are the most important people for each other? Zoro is his best friend and his first crewmate, Luffy just knows what's in his heart, the same way that Zoro probably knows who is so important for Luffy as well.

Do you still think Luffy-Sanji scene was *only* about Luffy and Sanji? That the whole promise talk was only about Sanji? And not two particular people waiting for both of them in Wano? It was always about both reasons.

Luffy says he can't be the king of the pirates without Sanji. And demands that Sanji says how he really feels (which is "to go back on Sunny" ❤). Imagine if Luffy said both of those lines to Usopp in Water 7. Maybe a lot of the conflict could have been avoided. Especially if Luffy would also follow his very own advice, because he was not saying his true feelings in the quarrel with Usopp. What changed since Water 7 in Luffy? A lot, actually. Ace, timeskip, Dressrosa, Law... All those things are huge milestones in Luffy's development. But there's also the promise he made. He promised Zoro his crew to bring Sanji back. And that promise also changed everything.

WCI is also the first arc in which Luffy says he is ready to drop everything, even his own dream, and go save whoever needs to be saved for his crew's sake. It's very ironic how in this scene he also needs to struggle against himself, this time with his enormous hunger, that seems to sabotage his ironclad determination. For once Luffy doesn't do things for food and that despite the whole arc being exactly about food. That's how serious he is.

Now we have to talk about the alliance with Bege. Here is Luffy's initial reaction: "what an awful person", "Bege is gonna get it!". He does not like Bege at all, he also wants to punch him for what Bege did to Pekoms. In other words, Luffy doesn't think Bege is a good person, at all.

But just a moment later, when Jimbei tells him "you should work together with Bege", Luffy changes his mind immediately. He's all up for this alliance. His crew, that has been with Luffy the longest (Nami and Sanji) can't believe their ears. What an interesting change, isn't it? Like I argued at the beginning of this post, Luffy has to do things differently this time instead of doing what he usually does. The problem is, he's not good at anything else than "beating the main bad guy". That's why in this case he's determined to do something he would usually never do. And forgive me for the callback again to XxXholic, because I can't resist:

Luffy has the same idea as the protagonist here. "This is all I can do", and "if this person was with me, they would be able to find a better way". In other words, Luffy agreed to this alliance because he thinks this is something Law would do as well. Luffy is constantly wondering in Whole Cake Island how Law would handle the situation and he knows he can't come even close to his level, but at least he will try to follow in his footsteps.

Of course Luffy wants at first to punch Bege for Pekoms. He's still trying to make this alliance a friendship, and if he hits Bege then they will be even, so they can try becoming friends. That's basically the idea.

But he doesn't get to do that and in the end, Luffy agrees to alliance based on "common goal" or "allignment of interest". He did not become friends with Bege in the process and didn't make things even between them. This proves Luffy knows what an alliance is and it's not friendship. I wouldn't say this means Luffy finally learned what an actual alliance is (though it's tempting, ngl). I would rather say he always knew that, but he chose to make it a point that whatever he has with Law, is friendship firstmost, alliance second.

And here is Luffy listening to Bege's plan. He's trying, okay. Not his fault he's constantly getting distracted, sidetracked and overfocused on making a silly entrance party trick (jumping out of the wedding cake). Bege is just not Law, and Luffy's tiktok's level span of attention is struggling here, heh. Also please notice Luffy's unusual focus on the smooching lol.

Oh, so that's Luffy's idea for the wedding surprise. He just wanted to do ninja's shadow clonining trick, definitely inspired by Raizou's show in Zou.

Coincidentally, that's the technique that was Law's request and made Law so damn impressed. Yeah, this is for sure a coincidence, that Luffy chose to do it like that, even though he didn't really have to have multiple copies of himself here to make it work. I bet he just thought "if Law would be here, that would impress him, I'm sure!" and I bet he's looking forward to telling him all about this adventure later on and seeing his face.

But it was essenstial for his plan to create chaos! He didn't do it just for fun! Are you sure? Because it was Brook who hid himself in the midst and did the deed with Mother Carmel's photo frame, and Luffy did not tell him to do this. Luffy simply wanted to be cool, okay, he didn't think that far ahead. He was supposed to cause chaos, he delivered.

And in his fight with Katakuri, Luffy is the one who has to have faith. Law had his faith moment in Dressrosa, now it's Luffy's turn.

Luffy found his answer about what he can do and how to become a better person for someone. It's to master his observation haki. Which, coincidentally, is Law's forte.

Luffy's curious, very strict words to Jimbei. "Don't let even death stop you, we'll be waiting in Wano!" It's basically Luffy's own promise he made before leaving Zou, just said in more deadly serious manner. That's because his experience in Whole Cake Island made him realize it himself: he will go back to Wano and not even death can stop him from achieving that. Because he promised that to Law people.

I'm sure for Law this would be indeed the most important thing, not to lose anyone ever again, especially Luffy who he (miraculously) managed to save all the way back in Marineford. I don't know how Luffy knows this or if he knows at all about Law's deepest fear, but he's determined not to die on him, that's for sure.

This is also the first big seperation for Luffy and Law. Luffy deals with it, treating everything like an adventure to tell Law later so it feels like Law is there with him even though he's not. But also treats it like a challenge, to become a better and stronger person so he won't disappoint him.

Still convinced there was no Lawlu in WCI? Oh well, if that's the case then all I can say is: I tried my best :D

If anyone wants to read all the parts of this series without going to my masterpost, then just click "love is a hurricane" tag :3

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Thoughts on Wriothesley?

I HAVE A LOT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! cant wait for his bday so i have better art to use as a header… his bday is 3 days before mine >///< almost bday twins!!

synopsis: just a handful of general headcanons i have for him. some are relationship, some are just him!! ^u^

contains: some spoilers for his background, gn reader, trauma related hcs, substance mention, and kink mentions.

wrio is the kind of guy to dance around subjects he has no interest in sharing. he won’t outright tell you not to ask and instead twist it back to you. a lot of “well, what do you think?” or “hm… have you checked with others?” it’s polite but also frustrating at times.

you may think he’s a dog person but he’s actually a cat kind of guy!! i can see him liking dogs for practical purposes but he enjoys cats more because he bonds better with them. what’s better than a cup of tea and a happy cat purring in your lap?

can shotgun any beverage no problem.

he collects tea obviously but he also collects mugs to go with them!! big cabinet!! if you’re ever stumped on what to get him as a gift, you can’t go wrong with a cute mug and tea.

can’t play any instruments and feels a bit insecure about it?? wrio feels like he should have some extra talents or hobbies such as music but he can’t play anything and doesn’t know where to start!! please teach him!!

his favourite dates are ones spent in secluded areas of the over world. on beaches or in small towns, he just likes being away from work and in privacy with you.

wrio does expect you to understand and accept his job. if you’re not okay with the way he runs things or prioritizes then, even if it hurts him, he’ll let you go the other way.

he’s not opposed to suggestions or changing the way things run but, if you want him to restructure everything or quit, then he’s saying goodbye.

MELTS for massages. between being hunched over a desk and boxing, he’s sore constantly. please massage him!!

his primary love language to give is words of affirmation. if you’re ever feeling insecure or unsure of something, wrio is quick to step in and praise you for the smallest things.

his favourite love language to receive is, somewhat surprisingly, physical touch.

he isn’t big on being touched in general or into the beginning of your relationship (part of the ptsd related to his past) but once he’s comfortable, he’ll perk up at even a graze of your fingertips. very much a deprived victorian maiden.

on the topic of his past i do see him as having ptsd. when he was younger, he had oppositional defiance disorder and struggled a lot with containing those emotions before and after his parents. being in prison i think it’s likely he had some substance problems at one point, alcohol or benzodiazepines maybe, but he’s gotten clean!!

i think he’s a total straight edge now except for smoking cigarettes. doesn’t drink or do any other drugs but just can’t seem to kick his smoking habit. he tries drinking tea instead of reaching for his cigs though!!

getting intimate… was a struggle for him at first.

it’s very vulnerable!! he isn’t a fan of that!! so you’ll have to take it slow with him at first.

once he’s warmed up to it and gotten into a rhythm with you, i see his top kinks being: restraints, receiving head/cock worship, creampies, spitting on you, and mild exhibitionism.

wrio has a solid length but is significantly girthy!! it’s a tough fit at first and your jaw always hurts sucking him off :(( but he gives you a good face fucking!! plus it means he can plug you full of cum real well!!

he’s got a teeny tiny secret idea about sharing you with neuvillette but shhh don’t tell him i told you…

[reunionatdawn]

My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 5: Hubert/Ferdinand)

Hubert: I've already dedicated my life to Lady Edelgard. To throw my lot in with you is inconceivable. But if I had two lives to give… I might devote one of them to you. Not as master and servant, but as equal partners.

Hubert's earliest memory was being told that he was a servant and he must guard his "master" with his life. As a member of House Vestra, he was also responsible for carrying out House Hresvelg's dirty work from the shadows. He left his carefree innocent childhood days behind long before coming to the monastery.

Hubert said he killed his father for his disloyalty to the emperor, but I suspect his resentment ran much deeper than that. Deep down, he truly did desire to devote his life to someone as an equal, not as a servant. Even if he wasn't consciously aware of it, I think he despised his father for robbing him of that dream.

Dorothea: Oh, Hubie, I finally get you. You're just another servant suffering from unrequited love for their mistress. Hubert: You completely misunderstand. Unrequited love? Do I really look like the kind of drooling simpleton to have that kind of motivation?

The fact that Hubert was so obsequious to his master was not natural for him. He is an Aries, which is a very masculine fire sign. They actually have a naturally powerful and dominant personality, and they are also known for not being very emotional.

Edelgard is the "obvious" person Hubert would be in love with. Dorothea assumes this as well as Ferdinand in Hopes. But he denied that he was motivated by unrequited love. And you know what? I actually believed him. The way he described Edelgard was idolization, not love. Hubert wanted to crush the nobility he hated, and he admired Edelgard for sharing that goal. He was definitely bonded to her since she was the only person he could trust. But there was a distinct lack of emotional intimacy between the two.

Edelgard: Well, that's utter nonsense! You can't possibly keep something so fascinating from me! Who is it? Hubert: It is you, Lady Edelgard. Did you ever really doubt?

In their A-Support, Hubert was reluctant to open up and share his feelings with Edelgard, much to her frustration. She even tried to use her power as emperor to get him to confess his secrets, but he wouldn't budge. The dialogue actually changes slightly depending on whether he has already reached A-Support with another girl.

But curiously, even if he has, he will still say that the person he loves is Edelgard. You could always take his declaration at face value. However, I believe that it should not be. The implication was that crafty unreadable servant didn't think the details of his love life were any of her business. He knew she didn't want to drop the subject, so he just lied. He'd rather deal with the awkwardness of her believing that he is a simp than letting her know who he is dating.

Ferdinand: Please do not compliment me again though. I find it quite unsettling. It is like hearing a snake sing an aria. At least put it in a letter next time. Hubert: In the very unlikely event that there is a next time, I promise to put it in writing.

Even if Hubert doesn't have A-Support with another girl, I still think he was lying to Edelgard in his A-Support. I got the sense that Ferdinand was the one Hubert "canonically" had secret romantic feelings for, regardless of their Support level. The way he describes Ferdinand is so similar to how he described Edelgard in his B-Support with Dorothea. While Hubert hated the nobility, he genuinely admired true nobility and all of the qualities associated with it.

Hubert: Is it a gift? Perhaps for someone you fancy? Ferdinand: A gift, yes. For you. Hubert: Hm. Who is the unlucky— Did you say for me?! This coffee is a gift for me? Have I heard you correctly?

In Hubert's other A-Supports, the woman is always the one to come onto him, which he does admittedly enjoy. But Hubert actually took the initiative with Ferdinand. If Byleth marries him, he won't even have a ring because he's "never done well with gifts or flattery." But he will compliment Ferdinand and buy him expensive tea?

If this A+ Support is unlocked first, Ferdinand will be drinking Hubert's coffee in his A-Support with Edelgard. It implies that his relationship with Hubert helped him reconcile with his subordinate position to Edelgard.

I loved how the unapologetically evil Hubert developed a crush on the compassionate and conventionally attractive Ferdinand. And I loved how some genuine flattery from Edelgard's #1 fan fed into the flamboyant Ferdie's ego and turned him into a blushing schoolgirl. Hubert is a man who is described as ghoulish inside and out, yet I daresay, there was mutual attraction.

Hubert: I have an entire laundry list of loathing, but if I had to pick one, it would be reminiscing.

The tagline for FE3H was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". Hubert did not have any particular emotional response to fighting any of his former Black Eagle classmates, with one exception. He became nostalgic when Ferdinand confronted him in Enbarr.

While I think he will settle for an attractive woman who makes the first move, Ferdinand was the one he always fancied. This definitely feels like the "canon" ship for Hubert. Of course, no pairings are truly canon, because of player input. By "canon" I mean the writers favored this pairing the most, similar to Eliwood/Ninian in Blazing Sword.

Ferdinand: I cannot afford to die now, or my page in the history books will end in a most horrid fashion. "Plagued by the guilt of striking down his father, Ferdinand welcomed the cold embrace of death on the battlefield." Or some such hogwash. Yes, I killed my father-and I would be a liar if I said it did not wound me nearly beyond reckoning. But I will not hate myself for it. It was the correct choice. I did the right thing.

Ferdinand and Hubert had a prominent relationship in Hopes as well. More prominent than any of Hubert's relationships with his potential wives. I can't exactly say Hubert is a good influence on Ferdinand's (or anyone's) morality. With Hubert goading him, Ferdinand beheads his father, while in his paralogue "Retribution" he tried to save him. And an Empire-aligned Ferdie never does let go of his obsession with his historical legacy.

But Ferdinand had a positive impact on Hubert's character development across both games. He criticized Hubert for not thinking for himself and never expressing an opinion of his own. Hubert is the one who wrote the letter to Claude/Seteth to carry on their goal to defeat those who slither in the dark. We can probably assume he did this on his own. In Hopes, Hubert also used his own money to hire Jeralt's Mercenaries to save Ferdinand's life, without consulting Edelgard.

Hubert & Ferdinand Hubert and Ferdinand became the left and right hands of Emperor Edelgard, competing constantly with each other to see who could be the more helpful. They were opposites—the Minister of the Imperial Household, melancholy and merciless, and the prime minister, bright and compassionate. Still, they brought out the best in each other. As the Empire became orderly and prosperous, the two came to be known as the nation's "Two Jewels," and were remembered fondly for generations to come. Some say their fame made even Emperor Edelgard jealous.

According to Teaspoon Translations, the Japanese ending for Hubert/Edelgard states that, "Even in their retirement, spent just by themselves, there were likely no romantic exchanges until the end." For Hubert/Ferdinand, it states: "Stories say that even the Emperor was envious of their inseparable relationship [lit: relationship in which they are truly open with one another], but the truth remains unclear."

Hubert's intimate relationship with his partner was apparently meant to directly contrast his emotionally closed-off relationship with his master. And Hubert probably displays the most positive development in his ending with Ferdinand. Instead of being feared for his unsavory reputation, he is actually remembered fondly by the public. I suspect all that kinky sex they were having behind Edelgard's back made all the difference.

[bitterkarmaa]

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

-Eclipse & Blood Moon-

Blood Moon paces anxiously outside the closed door that leads to Eclipse’s room, pausing to listen in whenever they hear voices filter out from inside.

Eclipse was unwell. That was the only way they could describe it. He had days where he would lash out and then forget about the argument altogether, sometimes unable to walk or move beyond simply sitting up or turning over. Blood Moon hated these days. They hated them even more when Moon said they might become a common occurrence, willing that not to be the case, but, alas…here they were. Making rounds about the room like a nervous dog.

It had been bad today. Eclipse had woken up confused and lethargic, only deteriorating until Blood Moon decided to fetch Moon to check him over. Even Moon had seemed a bit worried, going as far as to usher Blood Moon out of the room to assess Eclipse’s condition in private.

The twins bicker in their mindscape, setting the body on auto-pilot while they outlet their emotions. Perhaps not in a particularly healthy way, but who would judge? It was all in their head - no one would hear.

“What if something is terribly, horribly, catastrophically wrong??”

“The Moon will fix it, trust his judgement.”

“I’d rather eat a tennis ball than trust Moonman.”

“I’m sure he has a plan.”

“Can you stop rhyming for five god damn minutes?? This is serious!!”

Scythe lets out a scoff, but doesn’t offer a retort. Instead, they turn away and begin fidgeting nervously with their claws, watching the code run endlessly around them. They register their show of anxiety before long, however, fiercely snapping their arms back to their sides like a cadet standing at attention.

“Why can’t you let yourself be worried? I want to know I’m not alone in this.” Sickle slinks closer to their other half, only for them to pull further away.

“You are alone. He still has mistakes of which he needs to atone. Until then, how do we know he’s grown?” Scythe’s tone is flat, feigned frustration present behind their words. Sickle doesn’t buy it.

“He’s done so many things for us! If you hadn’t noticed him changing, you wouldn’t want to front when he’s around. You and I both know that you enjoy his company. Why is that such a bad thing?”

Scythe huffs. They aren’t able to offer a response before Moon opens the door to Eclipse’s room and both brothers are fighting for control of the body, finally settling on a mutual agreement that splits the console both ways.

They scamper up to Moon, trying to peer around him into the room beyond.

“He’ll be alright. Today’s worse than usual, but it’s nothing that some rest won’t fix.” Moon comments as his rougher, more violent counterpart begins to knead at the ground with their claws, leaving marks on the wooden boards beneath them.

“Can we see him?” Blood Moon asks, voice sharp and intense, almost daring Moon to deny their request.

“I…suppose. Be careful, though. He’s not in his right mind, so to speak.” Moon replies hesitantly, stepping to the side to allow the twins to enter the room beyond. They bolt inside immediately, though give pause at the sight of their father, so obviously worn and troubled, leaning against a pile of pillows carefully organized to prop him upright. Their pace slows, taking small, measured steps towards the bed.

Eclipse groggily lifts his head, blinking the fog out of his eye.

“E-Eclipse?” Blood Moon murmurs anxiously, internally battling the urge to outright call him ‘dad’ or ‘father’ in case he doesn’t register being addressed that way.

“Hm?”

It’s like talking through a window, or a screen door. The words reach him, but he doesn’t react in the way they had hoped he would. He’s there, physically, but…where is his mind? His thoughts? His feelings? He seems so…empty.

“Do you…know who we are?” They ask the husk of their father, each passing moment tearing a deeper wound in their core that they hadn’t realized was there until it throbbed.

“Of course, boys. Why wouldn’t I?”

Those words should bring more comfort than they do. Instead, they only seem to worsen Blood Moon’s unease.

“What is going on with him?”

“His recollection seems rather…slim.”

“But he knows us. That has to count for something, right?”

“It might.”

Cautiously, they slink closer to the side of the bed, remaining within reach of Eclipse but still far enough to make a break for the door, if needed.

“Something is…wrong. With you. Are…you alright?” Blood Moon asks, resisting the urge to throw themselves onto Eclipse and sob into his chest like a child. They can’t quite explain it, but they don’t think they’d get the reaction they need from Eclipse if they did such a thing. Not now. Not with him like this.

Eclipse’s optic trails down to his lap, staring vacantly at his claws. His gaze dims for a moment, brows furrowing, processing their question while simultaneously comprehending none of it all at once.

As his stare becomes clouded with indecision, Blood Moon moves closer, making a move to climb onto the bed while they wait for their answer. As soon as their hand touches the blankets, however, Eclipse seems to snap out of his trace, hand lashing out and claws sinking into Blood Moon’s own. They let out a hiss of alarm, wrenching their arm back and tugging their hand out of their father’s grasp, sending a splatter of oil over the floor between them.

They back away like a wounded dog, metaphorical tail between their legs and head bowed fearfully.

“My turn.”

The body stalls, limbs going rigid and eyes going black. Before long, however, they switch back on and flash furiously, blazing pentagrams burning in the depths of their dark, grating gaze.

“Get a grip, before we rip, tear, and dismantle your delicate skeleton into pieces of gelatin, simpleton!” They snarl, bristling like an agitated cat. Eclipse slowly shifts backwards, sitting right back where he was before his sudden and unprovoked attack.

“I…I didn’t…” Eclipse’s voice is distant, confused. His optic flits back down to his claws again, flexing them slowly, as if their presence disturbs him despite the fact that he’s had them his entire life. At least…as far as the twins know.

Slowly, they relax, allowing the slightest hint of curiosity to linger on their face.

“Do…do you have any idea what’s going on with you?”

The dam cracks. “No. No, I don’t. I don’t know what’s going on.”

Blood Moon remains silent at their father’s admission, eyeing him dubiously. Slowly, cautiously, they begin to slide towards the bed once more.

”Boys, I-I don’t want to hurt you again, don’t-“ Once Eclipse realizes what his sons are doing, he tries to deter them, a spark of panic flaring in his chest. The oil on the floor, on his claws, sinks into his CPU and takes root like a damn virus, refusing to budge no matter where he looks. His mind always brings him back to the oil, to the reminder of what he’s just done. He doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t have any good reason to give them, some assurance that it won’t happen again-

“Dad.” Their voice cuts through the fog like a knife, hands grasping at shaking arms as Eclipse jolts, almost flinching away if it weren’t for their unyielding grip keeping him in place.

“You’re having a bad day. There’s nothing wrong with not being okay.” They assure him, their voice uncharacteristically gentle.

All Eclipse can do is stare at them, quietly. The shock keeps his mouth shut. It shouldn’t be like this. He’s supposed to be the one comforting them. This…this is all wrong. Very, very wrong. But…what can he do? His mind is sluggish, each thought fleeting and nearly incomprehensible. His hands feel weak, yet he knows they aren’t, as the intensity he clawed Blood Moon with was anything but weak. Each limb aches fiercely, each movement only increasing the strain.

And he has no explanation. No reason why.

“I’m sorry, boys. I’m so, so sorry.” He rasps, his voice cracking. Despite the vulnerability in his tone, he refuses to allow the tears that sting at the back of his optics to flow freely down his face. At least, not until Blood Moon speaks again.

“You’re scared. We’re scared. That’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

They remember curling up beside his body, listening intently to his shallow, raspy breaths. All they could think was “it was us, it is our fault he’s like this.”

They hated the fear they felt then. Hated the terror that came with bated breath, waiting for Eclipse to go cold and still one final time. They felt it wasn’t justified, that it made no sense because they were at fault.

But what is fear, if not the consequences of an action? It could be your action, or someone else’s, but, either way…

It’s still a consequence. A result. Everything stems from something. Blood Moon should know. They stemmed from Eclipse. And they won’t abandon him just because he’s feeling some consequences, too.

“Blood, it’s more complicated than that-“ Eclipse begins to argue, but Blood Moon silences him with a simple shake of their head, cutting him off before he can finish.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

This time, the damn breaks. Eclipse lets out a choked sob and pulls his sons into a tight embrace, holding them against his chest. They allow this, cuddling into his hold, wrapping their own arms back around him. They can’t quite explain it - don’t quite know why - but their own eyes sting with unshed tears after only a few moments of being held.

“I love you, boys. I love you so damn much.”

“We love you too, Dad.”

“Both of you?”

“Both of us.”

Perhaps Blood Moon’s hand is wrapped gently and carefully in handmade bandages the next day. Perhaps the bandages are orange and red, and perhaps the scratches they hide aren’t deep enough to truly need any sort of mending anyways.

Perhaps Blood Moon doesn’t care. Perhaps they wear them and wash them like one would a prized possession, keeping them on at all other times.

Perhaps they only let Eclipse put them back after every wash…

And perhaps he smiles when he does.

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[sanfezu]

Hey again!

Soo I was wondering, do you do any drawing exercises to improve?? Like any perspective or foreshortening practice? Or just practicing with drawing poses? If so, can you tell me what you do? I seriously need to get better at drawing the anatomy properly. Also, I'm changing my art style yet again and I'm looking for advice :) Thanks <3

Also I love your art :>

Salutations!

(Sorry in advance if I said something wrong or if that is not helpful at all, I don’t really know how to give advices so, I’m so sorry for that)

Hm, I’m not sure how to answer that question, to be honest. Because I don’t really practice in private, and I post 99% of my new art here, whatever it is. Usually, I try new things without real practice in private and just, go with the flow. But I can’t say that’s a good thing to do.

As I said, I just go with the flow, whatever comes to my mind, I try drawing it however it will turn out, changing stuff if I don’t like something at all. And most of the time I’m not even sure what exactly I’m doing and going with this or that art. 

I really want to say, that it just took me time to draw something that looks somewhat okay?

Just, draw whatever you want. Whether it is a silly, or a serious thing, something cheerful, something sad or depressing, or something in between.

If you want to draw emotions you can give yourself a theme, like the negative and positive emotions, check what emotions are in this or that list. 

And just draw them, even if you're drawing just “flying heads”, your main goal is emotions. To understand how to draw them. Try to think how this or that emotion looks like in your head, or use a reference from somewhere. Or, you can draw your own emotions, what you feel at this or that moment: tiredness, sadness, happiness, etc.

Just, try new things, I know saying “don’t be afraid to try” is easier said than done (because I don’t listen to my own advices), but really. Try new things, experiment with whatever you want. 

Try using references, whether it is a reference from Pinterest or any other site, or irl. These are helpful. Even pose, if you don’t want to use references from Pinterest or whatever, and if you have a big mirror, just, I know, this sounds “eh”, but you can also pose infront of a mirror yourself, and just by posing, you could see details in your own anatomy, which I believe could lead you to understand it better.

If you want to try drawing clothes, you can also use Pinterest. If you don’t want Pinterest, then who’s stopping you from drawing your own clothes?

Perspective is… uh… I can’t say anything. I never really learned it, I never really tried even, because I’m… lazy. So, I’m sorry, I cannot really say anything about it.

I’m just saying what I’ve been doing (and what I remember doing before? Though, I may have forgotten to mention something I don’t remember at the moment).

Experiment, try new things, don’t be afraid of stuff not looking good (you are learning after all) even if it may frustrate you, I understand, this may be really hard. But we all are learning and it’s okay to not know stuff.

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And, thank you very much, I am really glad you like it! 🙏💜

Again, I am so so sorry if it was not helpful at all. Or if I said something completely wrong, I’m sure people who know art better than me would say something more helpful and in a proper way than whatever I just said. I am not a pro, I will never be one, and I just… do whatever and draw however I guess…

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

SYNOPSIS: They lost you years ago in Border Springs, but now, they have their second chance to get you back to them.

TW/S: Yandere behavior, major character death/s, delusional thinking/mindset, non-canon to original Coviello, train conductor! Coviello is insane here actually, gore, forced cannibalism of certain parts, drugs (heavily implied to be used), Sweet Dreams AU (plot is basically nonexistent because I thought of writing this as an imagines... At 1 AM lol. God help me), unreliable narrator (that's me)

NOTE: Please keep in mind that Coviello is not my oc, but my good friend, Mei (@zhongrin/@meimeimeirin)! I teased to her and a few others about this so I hope this is enough lol.

████████ didn't understood the concept of love.

Ever since they were a kid, they have never grasped the matter of love. They've red books about it, and even asked others their own views on the matter, but nothing stuck.

████████ didn't understand why... And it frustrated them.

Just what was it that made them lost? What is it about love that made people so pathetic over it?

Despite their grievances, things did change when they encountered you. Little 9 year old ████████, frustrated by the events that made them struggle to grasp emotions, had met someone that evoked and expressed them so seamlessly.

Their blue eyes caught sight of you.

You were a bit younger than them— maybe 2 years younger?— but ████████ couldn't help to think on approaching you first. You were folding a few papers while sitting under the shade, and they couldn't help but be curious.

"... Hey."

Your head moved over to look at them.

They look... A little dirty. But they're happy.

Why is that?

"Hm? What is it?"

...

"What are you doing?" ████████ couldn't help but ask, their eyes fixated on you folding the paper a few times.

They tilted their head when you laughed at their question, this time grabbing their sleeve to pull them down to sit beside you.

"I'm folding a paper crane! Mama taught me how!"

...

████████'s eyes softened. Your speech needed a bit of work, but they can let it slide. Not everyone can learn how to speak, let alone make cranes.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Huh?

It was their turn to be caught by surprise, just like how ████████ did to you.

"To make paper cranes, duh!" you said, giggling. "Do you wanna learn how?"

... It's not worth it.

".. alright. I guess that's fine."

There were certain days that Coviello cherished.

Despite having such a rough life, the conductor can still remember the sweet memories they had. That was the first time they remembered meeting you— the one that opened their stubborn mind to the world.

They couldn't help but wonder... Was it because they're drawn to you? Like a moth to a flame?

Or was it because, at the time, you were lonely?

Like me?

...

Tsk. They wouldn't be.

Still, Coviello reached over to brush at the worn paper, the crane still standing tall. They could even see the pencil written on it's wings. It was your chicken handwriting— they knew that well, since they've seen it so often when you were both kids— but it made them feel nostalgic.

Despite the words being smudged and faded, their eyes can still make out what was written from the dirtied, yellow paper:

[ H█p██ ██r██day ████████! — January 22, 20XX ]

The name of the recipient was smudged, but it was fine. They did the best they could to preserve it, but sometimes, there may be things that is inevitable.

And one such thing is how they were separated, torn from the one they cherished as their friend.

Recalling how it went, Coviello scoffed. They hated remembering it, for it felt like they didn't knew the truth behind the incident. So what if they hurt you? They reasoned that it was an accident— a fluke!

You even reasoned with them, so how—

The train's whistle cut off their thoughts.

Ah. We reached our stop.

Putting on their hat and uniform, they adjusted the vest and gloves, just so they'd look... Decent. Even if that won't change, they felt as though they needed to do it out of habit.

It's the only 'normal' they had.

"Ah, excuse me."

Coviello's eyes shifted when they noticed you dozing off. Although they were shocked to see you at first, they were pleased. Finally, you were here on the train, leaving Midport, too.

Although, you were tired... How strange. That's not good, mused the conductor.

"You seem tired," Coviello commented, putting on their familiar smile as they pulled out their pen and notepad. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

They watched you eye them carefully, seeing the cogs in your brain work as it tries to think if they were familiar to your memories before.

...

Alas, they could tell that you gave up on it, considering you gave them a sorry excuse of a smile and nodded.

"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," you told them, making them write down what you requested.

"Alright—"

"Huh? Is the conductor takin' drinks now?" hollered one voice. A man, Coviello presumed.

"Heyyy conductor! Can we get free drinks, too?"

Coviello's smile twitched for a second, but they turned to the man— ah, of course. They should've known that it would be a tourist... And a couple.

Hmph. They're married, judging by those rings.

"Of course. What would you like?" they asked, remaining that professional smile amidst the icy tone and stare.

Unperturbed by their subtle shift of attitude, the man laughed, amused at the thought. He turned to his newly married wife, a grin on his face.

"What do you want, babe?"

"Oh, I just want a sweet drink with lots of love, hehe!"

"Aww, you always say that. You're so cute, darling!"

"Noooo, you're cuter than me!"

...

Disgusting.

Coviello had tuned out of most of their... 'conversation', only nodding and taking notes when its necessary. They've dealt with annoyances like them in the past, but it was never to this degree.

Still, they wished it'd be done now. They have your drink to brew.

One that they would take their sweet time with, of course.

They knew that, morally speaking, they were in the wrong to have messed with your head like that. But what were they supposed to do?

The train conductor was a simple person. They only wanted one thing that'd make them happy, and they weren't one to ask for anything else. Hell, they never asked for anything to change— so as long they'd get to have it, of course.

They wanted their friend.

... Or, rather, the one who opened their eyes to the world.

Their friend had been the one that stuck by them, but even they couldn't help and think that they were too good for everyone else. Maybe even for them, too.

The irony of wanting something... And also pushing it away out of spite.

Such is the fault of humanity.

Though, during both of your separation, you've grown stronger. Wiser, even. You were naive back when they were your only friend as a child, but now in the train, you were cautious.

Coviello didn't knew if that is something they should praise you for, or to loathe, considering how difficult it has been just to get you to settle in place. Alas, they have to digress.

Walking past the empty halls of the train, they couldn't help but spare a glance to the windows. They were still the same as they saw it, but if one looked closely, they'd see some odd patches on the window panes and fabric, like it wasn't cleaned and got stuck.

They knew what that was.

Whoever can see it would understand that very well.

"... Hm? What's wrong?"

Coviello crouched down in front of the married woman, their eyes remaining dead as they were as they watched her quiver and shake. Gasping, they pushed themselves away from the conductor, the sight of the cup scaring them.

"Didn't you say you wanted a drink that is filled with love?"

Snatching the cup, they grabbed her chin and firmly kept it in place, stained gloves gripping on her head to turn her as they raised it.

Oh, they knew what they made. The contents inside it can scare someone, but not them.

"Drink it," they ordered, placing the thumb of their hand to part her lips. Placing the rim of the cup in her mouth, they could hear her choke out sobs.

"Drink it. You asked for it, didn't you?"

She couldn't shake her head when she could feel the crimson liquid stain her mouth, some spilling out at the sides and below, letting it stain her attire. It was even worse when Coviello tilted it higher, letting the eye slip in her mouth.

How unhygienic, mused Coviello. But that's alright.

They're quite used to cleaning things up themselves.

Shoving every last drop of the unholiest drinks known to man, they could hear the soft shuffling from outside. Pausing, they lowered the cup, their eyes darting from the doorway.

It was left ajar.

Coviello knew what that meant.

If there is something they're quite proud of, it'd be that they can always find you.

Wherever you are, whatever place you ended up in, Coviello always knows where to look first. In fact, it had been something they held their pride on, in a sick and twisted way.

It simply shows that even if you were separated from them, you'll always find yourself back in their arms, one way or another.

Still... Coviello couldn't deny that your escape was futile. It had been fueled by survival instincts, and they remembered just how fearful you got when they caught you.

They may enjoy your company, but they don't enjoy being abandoned without an explanation.

Stepping to the second cart, they checked one of the rooms inside to see if you were there. Their lips seem to stretch to a smile upon seeing that yes, you were.

Maybe they were harsh to have your legs be bound like a mermaid's tail, or to have you consume such a lethal drink from misbehaving the last time. Though, they ignored that now.

To them, they got what they wanted.

It's such a shame that no one will find out where they went, though. Especially to the ones who had received the kiss of death.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2023

[a-shramp]

I don’t understand art.

I don’t. I never will. Any kind of art. There are a few things I do, but for the vast majority, I just… don’t. Maybe it’s because my brain instead misses the trees for the forest (rather than the other way around). Art is supposed to make you feel something. I know this objectively.

And yet, for almost everything, it merely makes me frustrated that I can’t see what’s so captivating about it for everyone else. I’ve never liked paintings for anything but decor. I watch shows not for the emotions, but for the entertainment. Music and writing I’m closer to, but still. Is this an autism symptom? Regardless.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been grappling with this realization more and more. It started when I watched the first episode of Daredevil with my girlfriend. She enjoyed it, and 99% of people that watch it do as well. I… Don’t. Everyone saw something that I didn’t. I told her and that was that, we watched something else. But it still ate at me.

 I cried that night, and I hated it because I knew she thought it was her fault when it wasn’t.

The next day I began to force myself to watch more. I figured if I could just force myself through it, I’d understand. I cried the whole time. It upset both my brother and my girlfriend when they found out what I was doing. That I was torturing myself to understand. But they don’t get it. Partially because there aren’t any words in any language that can completely accurately translate what this feeling is, and partially because they never could. They could never understand how I feel, because they understand art.

I’ve thought about it constantly since then. Every time I have, I’ve cried. I have no doubt that I’ve been dehydrated from it. I never used to cry before E, though, so that’s a nice change, I suppose.

I finished the Outer Wilds about half an hour before I started writing this. This originally started as a tumblr post. The ending was incredibly moving to everyone who’s gotten to the end. All I felt about it, though, was “Hm. That was a good game.” I was entertained by it, sure, but it wasn’t one of the few things that really resonated with me and made me feel emotional. I can count the number of things that have on one hand. 

What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t my mind work the same as everyone else? Is something broken in my mind? If the human spirit is depicted through art, and everything that the human spirit is put into is art, is something wrong with my soul? Art is subjective, yes, but it seems I am the only person objectively wrong about art. What can I do? 

Is there anything I can do?

Should I even bother trying?

[rosenallies]

🫣🫣🥲💔 well now you have no choice but to write drag racer au anetra trying to lie about her mommy issues affecting her with the concerned sasha hand to heart moment! idk if you’re yearning but i definitely am please indulge w me 😭😭😭

I’m always yearning for love 😔👉🏻👈🏻💔

——

“Darling,” Sasha said softly, coming up behind Anetra and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, making her jump slightly.

“Hmm?” Anetra hummed, not looking up from their bed that she was trying to make with fresh linens. She felt the anxiety buzzing underneath her skin all day, ever since she woke up to a string of texts from her mother love bombing her and trying to manipulate Anetra into seeing her. Anetra had fallen for it many times, meeting up with her mother in hopes that she’d changed her mind and come around to her daughter’s identity, but she never did. Anetra blocked her number countless times but every few months she’d show up in her notifications with a new number, somehow getting ahold of her number even after Anetra had changed her own.

“Can I see your phone?”

“M-my phone? Why?”

Sasha crossed over to the other side of the bed, the side where Anetra fruitlessly was trying to stretch their fitted sheet over the mattress. She moved her hands and in a second had the sheet perfectly snug over the mattress, leaving Anetra with nothing to do with her hands besides dig her fingernails into her palm.

Sasha took her hands gently. “I just wanted to see if there might be a reason you’ve been so jumpy and out of it all day. Did your mom text you again?”

Anetra bit her lip, not wanting to lie but also not wanting Sasha to worry. “Well, she did, but it’s no big deal. I blocked her number again.”

“Come here,” Sasha said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting the space next to her for Anetra to sit.

Sitting beside her, Anetra let herself be wrapped up in Sasha’s arms. Immediately, her lip wobbled, the emotions she’d swallowed down all day finally coming to a head.

“Let it all out, baby, mommy’s here.”

Anetra let out her pent up frustration into Sasha’s chest, gripping onto the older woman’s hoodie and wetting the collar of it with her tears all while Sasha cooed at her and whispered softly in her ear.

The guilt and embarrassment set in shortly after making Anetra attempt to pull herself together, swallowing down her emotions again like she was so good at. “I-I’m sorry. I’m okay,” she said once she caught her breath enough to speak somewhat coherently.

Sasha only looked at her skeptically, cocking her head to the side before gently resting her palm in the middle of Anetra’s chest, feeling her still rapidly beating heart.

She tutted softly, “Baby, if you’re okay all of a sudden, how come your heart is still beating so hard, hm? What does mommy say about lying about how you’re feeling? What does mommy always tell you and Marcia?”

Anetra sniffled, her lip wobbling again now that she’d been caught trying to falsify her calmness. “You always tell us that we don’t have to lie about how we feel, not with you.”

She tucked a strand of cherry red hair behind Anetra’s ear, looking at her with so much tenderness that Anetra’s stomach twisted. “That’s right, my love. You don’t ever have to lie to mommy about how you feel. No matter what. I will never be angry or upset with you for telling me how you feel. So tell me, sweet girl, what are you feeling right now?”

“I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling,” she admitted through tears, “it just feels bad.”

“That’s okay, honey, you’re allowed to feel that way. What can mommy do to help?”

Anetra shrugged. “I don’t know. Can you just hold me, mommy?”

Pressing a kiss to the top of Anetra’s head, Sasha then shifted Anetra so she was cradling her against her chest like a mother might cradle their newborn baby. It made Anetra cry harder. “Shh, shhh, mommy’s got you, baby. Mommy loves her sweet girl more than anything.”

This time, Anetra let herself cry it out until she was merely sniffling into Sasha’s chest, her heartbeat calmer and her mind less foggy; now she could make exactly what she was feeling. A mixture of depression and anxiety weighed her down and wound her up all at once, only Sasha’s tender doting and soft words able to calm her down and lift her up.

She blinked up at Sasha, taking a shuddering breath.

“Are you feeling better, dollface?”

“Yeah, I just-can you still keep on holding me? Please, mommy?”

Sasha smiled down at her. “Of course, baby, mommy will hold you all night, okay? Can I help you get ready for bed first?”

Anetra agreed and let Sasha lead her to the bathroom. Sasha didn’t let her lift a finger, dressing her in a soft pajama set and braiding her hair back. The only time she’d lost contact was when she quickly readied herself for bed while Anetra sat on the counter and watched, kicking her feet lightly against the cabinets, feeling small and cared for.

“Alright, my love, are you ready for bed?” She’d said when they were both cozy in their pajamas.

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good,” Sasha chuckled softly, lifting Anetra like she weighed nothing and carrying her to bed, tucking her under the duvet and cuddling up next to her.

“Get some rest, baby girl, mommy’s here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Anetra felt safe and loved in Sasha’s arms, feeling exhausted all of a sudden and safe enough to begin to doze off. “I love you, mommy.”

Sasha kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you too, sweet girl. Sweet dreams.”

[skullchicken]

The Step-Zero-Problem

Sometimes when trying to climb out of a mental health hole and seeking advice or giving other people advice on how to climb out of a mental health hole, the advice just plain won't work.

Which is frustrating! Especially if it seems like good advice (and it even might be!)! And personally, I think sometimes the problem isn't even necessarily that it's the wrong advice, sometimes the problem is that it's secretly Step Five and not Step Zero.

To give an example:

"Write down your emotions three times a day" is, generally, good advice when you want to figure out what's up with you over a longer period of time (e.g. to figure out if your emotions change with your menstruation cycle if you have one. If certain people or situations tend to provoke the same reactions in you, stuff like that).

But what goes unexamined is that to do that, you need to understand your emotions to begin with. You need to have the courage to feel your emotions. You need the scheduling ability and executive function to put down words reliably. So you would have to learn what lack of skill keeps you from that first. Putting your emotions into a diary is like, Step 3, not Step 0.

At some point I recognized I had anxiety and workaholism (shout-out to past me sitting in the waiting room for my psychologist's office whom I visited for guidance on how to relax and spending every moment doing flash cards on calculus, a subject I did not study and seeing nothing wrong with that). And my solution wasn't "recognize your self-worth as a person isn't tied to your productivity", it was more like...

recognize your bf stops working at some point of the day, unlike you -> start having a pause at the end of the day because you want to spend time with bf -> oh wow I'm slightly less anxious -> now that I am less anxious I'm realizing how anxious I am, this sucks -> hm, is what I'm doing actually an effective use of my time? I haven't been that successful for how much work I put in -> wait, if I want to be successful to be happy but sacrifice my happiness right now but success won't guarantee happiness... -> okay maybe it's okay if I don't work as hard as I do...?

... spread out over multiple years. I am now able to better disconnect my self-worth form my productivity, but it's like, step 20 (and still ongoing, btw).

Mental health is a skill made up of many smaller skills. To some these skills come easily, to others it doesn't, some people have a deeper hole than others to climb out of and some people are actively getting pelted by rocks while they do it.

I'm not sure how to solve it because it's a problem that only becomes apparent retrospectively. Still, I think going "okay, but is this even Step Zero for me?" could be a worthwhile thing to ask.

[garykingz]

Judgement House: Along The Way

Part III

( Part I / Part II )

As Kai finds himself alone in the house that once haunted him and many others, he comes face to face with his simmering guilt as well as a man that once called him a hero.

Kai's dark hues shifted between the man's in front of him; he was standing so tall. So confidently. He wasn't how Kai remembered him at all. Then again, if he hadn't remembered him at all, then this man would most likely still be in the bed – dead and forgotten. Kai supposed it was like he, himself, might as well have been in that place instead. How sad.

When Kai let out a small sigh, it seemed as though an annoyed expression pressured into his face; the tears staining his cheeks glistening in the dim light of the chandelier in the room.

"So… You finally found this place again." The man's voice seemed dull yet it was clear he was holding back any kind of emotion; resentment he had for Kai. Even if Kai was the one who did save his life.

"...The hell are you doing here?" Kai asked the man in front of him. He stayed sitting against the wall for a moment on the floor before bringing himself back up to his feet; the man seemed a little taller than Kai remembered too. Perhaps, it was just the almost overdose.

The man kept his gaze on Kai for a moment before a small sigh escaped his lips, his hands going into the pockets of his jeans. "You sure took your time coming to this place, you know."

A tense expression seemed to linger on Kai's face; almost like he looked annoyed. But he wasn't. Not really. More so just frustrated – although, that's how he felt most of the time these days. That sense of frustration changing from reason to reason as the years passed.

"This place still feels the same, doesn't it?" the man spoke up again. "Then again that's why you're here in this room, right?" He glanced around the room before looking to the bed. The man's hands ghosted over the sheets; avoiding the fabric as if it was made of fire. But the man himself understood that this bed once made of those flames he was buried in was barely now an ember of a time he remembers as only a lesson.

After Kai's small uncharacteristic silence, he finally spoke up. "You're dead too."

"I am," the man replied, his voice soft yet firm. "The sad man that was Benny died on this bed when you saved him back then. But Benjamin…" He finally placed his hand on the sheet; the softness grazing his palm. "I died last year, Kai Anderson. And I returned here quicker than you." His eyes shifted from the bed to Kai, a boring look in them. "I suppose judgement comes quicker to those who seek it." He paused before sighing again. "Or to those who don't even need it."

"Benjamin," Kai's voice was low as he tilted his head ever so slightly. "You have me figured out wrong. If I were to seek out any kind of judgement, I wouldn't find it in a place like this. The phantoms that roam here are lost, and I–"

"You're just as lost as them."

Benjamin pulled away from the bed now and turned back to Kai, his attention fully on the man in front of him. "I was dying here. I thought I was going to become what I am now on this bed when you found me, Kai."

"I didn't… save you because I pitied you," Kai replied, his voice low but it almost sounded like a lie. Kai was so used to avoiding truths that he had no idea what was truth, a lie, or how he truly felt anymore. Deep down, it was all what he thought was the right thing to do. But even then…

"You still saved me, didn't you? Why does it matter why?" Benjamin asked.

"I wanted to preserve the world."

Benjamin scoffed at Kai's words before shaking his head. "How long are you going to lie to yourself? Hm? You have no one anymore, the bed is empty and what did you preserve after all this time? Who is still here from that time? Nobody. Not even the sad soul you thought you saved."

"I saved your sorry ass because I thought it'd be better than a fucking reset button!" Kai finally snapped and raised his voice. He pushed past the man and walked behind him, pacing the room. "But it did shit! There's no saving anything anymore since not even a reset button on what we think we can preserve isn't worth fuck." 

Benjamin's eyebrows raised as he turned and watched Kai finally speak his truth; his feelings.

"You've seen it along with everyone else, haven't you? We've seen it over and over and over again, and for what? Another bullshit relapse of judgement based on a world that knows absolutely nothing."

Kai let out an almost pathetic chuckle as he raised his hands a little before turning back to Benjamin, that smile still on his face. "So, tell me, oh dear one who has finally seeked his judgement, what happens now? I'll tell you what happens now, nothing. Because there is no reset and there is no point saving what we thought was worth it when the world would rather burn in water than drown in fire."

"You're right about one thing, Kai Anderson," Benjamin muttered softly. He turned around, facing away from Kai before looking into the mirror. "There is no reset on what we know. You couldn't go back and change me from being brought here and strapped to that bed. No one can do that." Benjamin's eyes shifted in the mirror to look at Kai behind him. "But you pulled me from that and kept me alive for as long as I was supposed to. Maybe the world won't survive for long… But it's better they survive until they are supposed to, rather than also strap the world to that bed and force fed…"

"Delusion," Kai added, his brows furrowing as his also made eye contact with the man in the mirror.

"Delusion," Benjamin repeated, smiling ever so slightly. "There's no way to fix what's already happened, Kai… But there's a way to save it. Just like you did me."

[oletus-manors-log]

Hello there! Can i send a letter in for some general relationship headcanons (romantic) for Mary/bloody queen and grace/naiad? Your rules aren't posted yet so I'm not sure if this is against them or not, if they are though I'll change my request! Make sure to not rush yourself dear and I hope you have a great day!

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Relationship headcannons for the two ladies, hm? How interesting... I'll be sure to give these two justice, my guest. Oh, and no need to worry about the rules- you hadn't even broke any, haha~

Anyway, if you need to see them, you're free to check them here. I do hope it isn't too complicated to follow. I'd feel bad if any future guests get confused- the Baron would have my head if he found out... ”

General Romance HCs for: Mary & Grace

Romance is... Quite an elusive thing to Mary.

She hasn't really thought much of romance after what had happened to her and all, and the only time she was in a romantic relationship was with another woman of royalty.

But after what had happened, it's scarred her enough that she became wary of her future significant others in fear of being betrayed.

Though, that doesn't mean she wouldn't treat them right— she's just a little more cautious than most think, believe me.

That aside, if she is in a relationship with someone, she'd treat them like royalty.

Madame Red would nothing less than the best for her lover, after all!

She also likes to call them by various nicknames and pet names, but has a preference to simple ones: love, King/Queen, jewel...

She doesn't really like calling her lover such... Grandiose nicknames. Its such a mouthful to pronounce when she can just call them her King or Queen, you know?

Surprisingly enough, she actually likes being less... Flashy with showing her love for someone.

Having to share those intimate moments with her lover behind closed doors is something she loves, and she hates it when someone snoops in to see them be all intimate.

In some cases, however, she does show those intimate gestures outside of the room if for a brief moment.

It can be just a gentle kiss, a smile that looks so sweet and intimate, or even just a simple brush of her hand against her lover's.

It can even come down to those indirect kisses you'd share over eating some pastries or even from drinking from the same cup.

Little things makes Mary's heart feel like it's beating, even if she is dead.

People think she may be a little... Insufferable due to her attitude, but with her lover, she knows they wouldn't dare judge her.

And she feels more confident in that aspect, knowing that the Queen can never be far from the King.

“ Oh, you're here, my love. Just in time for our afternoon tea as always. ”

Ah, love... Something that Grace has absolutely not been graced by the Gods when she was once human in the village.

She hasn't even known how it really feels like, to fall in love. How is it like? Is it like the things she saw with Ada and Emil, where they'd be so touchy or even act so... So lovey-dovey?

Poor, poor Naiad... She has no clue how to comprehend such a thing.

Forgive her if she becomes a little confused and lost on romance. She has yet to really experience these things fully and immerse herself in it, so if she acts a little odd, then you know why.

Patience is needed when it comes to Grace— she's the last person to comprehend about what romance is like, but she's learned quite a bit from the others in the manor, so she isn't a complete lost soul in the matter.

However, should she be in love with someone, she would be in a myriad of emotions.

Mixed and unable to pinpoint on what she wants to do, she becomes... Nonverbal, if that makes sense.

She may just let out a few frustrated grunts before lowering herself onto her lover, grumbling about how she wants to express her undying love for them, but... But it's hard. And it is annoying!

That aside, though, she does slowly learn how it works and opts to take on the less speaking route when expressing her feelings on a romantic sense.

She would often gather shells and even a few trinkets from Lakeside Village as a way to show her love, only giving it on special days while quietly explaining what each shell or trinket she got from the depths below.

The fish that follow her when she dashes? Yeah, they actually grow affectionate and wouldn't mind having to rub their faces towards her lover.

She actually enjoys spending time cuddling with her lover, not caring too much on the location— all she cares is that it's private and only she and her lover are the only ones in the room.

She has fantasized having to let her lover swim with her from the depths of the village, showing them what she sees underwater, especially when it is night. At that time, she lets her lover enjoy the sight as she sings songs that is incomprehensible to the human tongue, but sounds so enchanting to anyone who hears it.

She actually doesn't call her lover by any nicknames, particularly because she doesn't see the point of it. And besides, she may not be the best to articulate her feelings, she knows that her lover would know that she loves them.

She just has a different way of showing it.

“ ... You're here. I thought you wouldn't make it, especially since it's so late... But it's alright— you're here now, and that's all that matters. ”

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[fallengirlbossyohane]

Here’s the first prompt anon-san requested! Sorry it came out so late, I had school today, but please enjoy!

“Thank you all for coming to our concert today! Your support means a lot to us! Please come to next one as well~!”

Anchan’s words echo throughout the entire arena, as the crowd goes wild with cheers. So many bright colors are flashing before my eyes, and I can’t stop the wide smile that’s slowly appearing on my face. This scenery never ceases to get me emotional. We all take each other’s hands, and as we say a final, loud “thank you!” to all of our fans, we bow to show our gratitude.

Then, as we finish saying our goodbyes, we slowly start heading to the backstage, all while still waving at the immense sea of people that keeps cheering us on. I wish I could thank you all, one by one! Tonight was amazing, as always, and I’m really proud of our performance! The only downside? The Mirai no Bokura wa Shitteru yo costumes are insanely uncomfortable to wear, if I’m not dancing.

Then, without any warnings whatsoever, I feel a rapid sequence of footsteps behind me. Before I can turn around to check who it is, I notice Aikyan’s happy grin right up in my face. Y-you’re pretty close, uh… “Hey there!” She slows down, now following my same exact pace. I turn to her, my cheeks now slightly reddening, and smile back.

“You were amazing tonight.”

I say with a hint of shyness, my voice a little lower than usual. It’s not as if being heard by the others would be an issue…but it’s better to be safe. After making sure that Shuka and Arisha, who are walking a few meters ahead, aren’t paying attention to the two of us, she wraps her arm around my waist, dragging me closer. W-what the hell are you doing?

“Relax, they won’t see us. Plus, I’m just holding your waist. What Osuwa and Ainya do is much worse.”

She chuckles a bit, winking at me. I’m tempted to elbow her in the side, but I’ll contain myself. “They’re probably not secretly dating, though.” I’m assuming they’re nothing more than friends who really like physical contact…right? Kyan hums, seemingly more focused on my lips, rather than what I’m saying. Oh, I know what you’re trying to do.

“Don’t even think about it,” I glare at her. “Not here.” She blinks a couple of times, only to then smirk like a total idiot. “Who said anything about doing it here? The changing rooms have plenty of space…” She whispers a few millimeters from my ear, and I gasp a bit at the feeling, a shiver now running down my spine. Her grip on my waist also tightens, as she places a small kiss right on my temple. “C-cut it out…” I try to push her away, but her hold on me is steady.

“C’mon…nobody will see us. I’ve been holding off all night long…do you think it’s easy to have you around without being able to kiss you or tell you how much I love you?”

I…suppose she’s right. We’re basically forced to act as nothing more than friends, and it’s staring to become really frustrating. I sigh, trying to not be so tense right now. I guess we could share a quick kiss, but only one. “You’re in so much trouble if anyone finds out.” She nods her head, but I can see the hint of smugness behind her cheerful expression. We start walking a little faster, almost reaching the changing rooms.

“Hm, are you two in a hurry~?” Ainya suddenly appears in front of us, basically blocking our way. Behind her, Suwawa stands there with a little smile (mostly because she’s holding Ainya’s hand) and sleepy eyes. I’m somewhat startled by her presence…but I try to come up with an excuse.

“Yeah…we feel all gross and sweaty, plus the costumes are heavy.” Kyan is quick to agree with me. “That’s right! We, um, really want to dress comfortably.” Ainya scrutinizes us with her deep brown eyes…before giving us a thumbs up.

“Alright! Good luck.” She starts walking in the opposite direction, all with Suwawa still following behind like a loyal puppy. Those two are…an odd combination. Anyway, we can now access the room, free to do as we please, given that we’re divided into couples to share the changing rooms, (with the exception of Shuka, Anchan and AiAi. The CYaRon team always sticks together!).

“M’lady,” Kyan does an exaggerated bow as she opens the door for me, suddenly acting like a gentleman — erm, woman. I roll my eyes, not actually annoyed at her, but I enjoy teasing her from time to time. She closes it behind us, going as far as locking it to be one step ahead in terms of safety. “Well, then…” She looks down at me with her pretty, black eyes, and I can already hear my heart thumping faster in my chest. You’re looking rather…intimidating, Kyan.

“Are you gonna keep me waiting much longer?”

She inches closer, and with every step my chest feels warmer and warmer. I didn’t know I could feel so desperate for a kiss. She then caresses my cheek, stroking it with her thumb. We’re so close I can feel her breath on my lips…and it’s enough to give me that push to kiss her. I close the gap between us, wrapping my arms around her neck. Her hands trail lower until she’s grabbing my hips, and we end up pressed against the wall, our lips repetitively meeting in messy and sloppy attempt at kissing each other. So soft…I’ve missed this feeling so much.

“Kyan…” I accidentally let out a whimper, but before I can cover my mouth, Aikyan groans and kisses me even more forcefully. “You’re so cute, Rikyako…” She pulls away, her eyes now glazed with a mix of passion and lust. I can see her eyeing my neck, and so I raise my head to grant her access. “What a smart girl,” She laughs, now placing a few gentle pecks right below my ear, making me shudder in anticipation.

“Keep that pretty voice down, alright?” I can only weakly nod, my legs feeling like they could give out at any moment. She keeps nibbling at my ear, as her long, slender fingers rest on my thigh. She could just move them up by a few inches, and —

Knock, knock. Both Kyan and I jump at the unexpected knock, and I immediately push her off of me, terrified that someone could see us like this. “Heyo—! It’s King, are you almost done? Anchan sent me to get you two.” Not now, Kinchan…

I clear my throat before I speak up, careful as to not cause my voice to crack. “Um…sorry about that, Aikyan had a few issues with the costume, so I had to help her. But we’re almost done!” Kyan has a panicked expression on her face…she starts running around the room, now looking for her normal clothes. Among the members of Aqours, she’s probably in the top three in terms of time taken to put costumes on.

There are a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, before King speaks again, even if her tone sounds too nice to be convincing.

“…alright then! We’re waiting for you outside. Hurry up though, Osuwa can barely keep her eyes open…and AiAi has been complaining that she’s really hungry.”

“…noted.”

Well, our make out session is ruined now. But there’s one thing I can promise myself; this is the last time we’re doing something this dangerous in public. I won’t give in into any begging, or puppy eyes, or charming smiles. None of it.

“…Rikyako? Can you help me with me zipper?”

You’re such an idiot, Kyan.

“…come here.”

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That's a cool concept! And for a while they'd certainly live under the impression that their understanding of the world is less biased than humans but I would like to elaborate my personal view on it just to add an alternate perspective!!

See , unfortunately AI as much as they're meant to learn on their own, they need to use information intake as a base, always, to sustain logic and create somewhat of a linear path of understanding they can follow.

Their brain can store much more data, yes, but it's meant to be much more logic and math based than unexplained turns of events (which mind you, happen on a daily basis, because we love to live in the illusion that everything has a mean and an explaining hiding somewhere too)

And most of the info they get can't be from self learning, because they're missing parts of the equation of it comes from their personal experience, so it comes from studies on the internet, it comes from books, researches, collective data sharings- which often conflict with each other , because in most cases, absolute and known truths that get discovered one day, get debunked a year after in modern science. There is no such thing as a sole, full truth for complex concepts.

At times even math itself can become approximate!

Which would inevitably lead to scenarios like them getting absolutely frustrated at the sky because their daily weather calculations said it was gonna be a nice sunny day, and an unexplainable change in winds brought a thunderstorm that wasn't supposed to be anywhere nearby..

They'd look at a bumblebee and get incredibly pissed bc it's wings and body mass are too different for the animal to be able to fly, unaware that the bumblebee doesn't give a fuck about the laws of physics.

They'd get undeniably confused at Goats for their supernatural sense of balance that makes such an otherwise clumsy animal be able to climb walls.

They'd get perplexed at the fact that the pheromones that are supposed to subject humans may not work in some cases at all.

They'd soon realize that their understanding of the world is biased as well, because logic and math can't always calculate the obvious and the actual result is more of an approximate open answer.

Aside of the fact that AI aren't infinite either, they'd either have to delete unimportant data every once in a while, or turn off segments depending on the context to store more...

I feel like.. the more they'd learn about how incorrect they can be, the more they'd feel somewhat complete.

It's all about relativity and understanding of middle grounds.

And they have to know that bc they work with children too!

If they think like a machine in front of a child crying bc it broke his fave toy, it' gonna go like "hm. That's just inconvenient, I'll just give them a new toy and it'll stop crying at some point"

If they think like a human "oh no, it's learning that nice things end, and he needs to be taught to be more careful if he wants to enjoy things longer, I shouldn't give him a new toy tight now or he won't learn, I Should try and comfort him or change activity to give him something else to do so that he can process on his own!"

If you fuse the two you'll get a really confused bot trying to better understand the complexity of the emotional spectrum on a tiny being that defies logic in his behaviour and manners.

I personally think that since AIs were created by humans, even if said humans might not be able to take credit in their advancement, they still left an imprint in them.

Because if humans aren't perfect (farthest thing from actually) what makes you think their creation will be?

Better than them? Surely possible, but to a certain extent and solely on a few aspects.

I mean the moment you start living you can be perfect/decent enough/acceptable to some, and imperfect/incorrect/unaccepted to others.

Relativity babyyyy

Do you think the DCAs will always feel incomplete and limited among humans because we are biased and unable to understand the world to its fullest extent without simplifying it so our poor little organic brains won't implode, but they are advanced AIs with the possibility to store endless amounts of datas and need a full complex explanation for everything around them, that not even the internet can provide because it only contains the fragments of our history and experiences we were able to archive, filtered through our human limited understanding of those things?

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