#but with how things are going; everyone is doubting it will happen eventually. even angels. demons are delighted though

[malkaviian]

god has abandoned donnarose<3 (literally)

[slytherinshua]

FLYING BICYCLES AND LOVESTRUCK MAGIC

genre. fluff. kiki's delivery service au-ish. a lil mutual pining. warnings. reader is basically kiki and sohee is basically tombo lol. some psychic magic mentioned. it's mostly just them being whipped for each other. osono cameo cause she's mvp fr. pairing. sohee x witch!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. the riize brainrot is SO REAL. idk why i felt sohee would fit the role of tombo so perfectly hes just sooo 💔💔 i love him guys 🥹

Sohee was 97.62436% sure that he was going crazy when he first saw you flying on a broomstick through the city. Of course, the other 2.37564% that had gone completely insane was fascinated, excited, and probably (definitely) head over heels in love.

He lived in a small town. One where the word went around like a whirlwind as soon as anyone new moved in. It was the most exciting thing that could happen for the residents there, especially when the newcomer happened to be a very pretty girl from a rich city. 

Most people would move out of the town when they reached 20 or so to discover themselves. Yet they always seemed to find their way back when they were a bit more settled. It was a rite of passage— a route to adulthood that almost everyone assumed the youth of the town would take. Sohee liked his town, though, and didn’t feel any need to move away. He had already discovered himself enough to know what he wanted to do with his life. 

There were exciting things to do that he doubted he would be able to do anywhere else. Visiting the town’s grandpa that ran the old antique shop, getting free candy from the young lady who ran the candy store after the old owner had passed away, seeing every new addition to the art gallery from the aspiring painters and sculptors in town. And, his favourite activity: investigating the old junk yard for spare parts to make his newest models.

Sohee liked to call himself an inventor. It felt spiffy and official. He showed off every new creation he pieced together with rusted tools and even rustier bits of metal like it was the next world-changing invention. He could spend hours in his dad’s old workshop working with nuts and bolts, seeing what the pieces could make once they came together.

He had been determined to make a flying vehicle for years now. After finding a beautiful old wind turbine in the junkyard when he was 14, he had started planning mock-ups for a bicycle. He would attach the turbine in front of it so that when you pedalled, the turbine spinned. The hope was that with enough inertia, you could eventually lift off the ground with it. He was skeptical that it would actually work, though.

He hadn’t officially talked to you yet. You had been in town for a couple days now, staying with the couple that ran the local bakery. Sohee thought you were absolutely beautiful from the moment he first saw you. He had been riding his bicycle past the bakery on his way to the carpenters to pick up some tools. One glance at you through the window had him abruptly pushing on the brakes, eyes going wide.

Maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration, but you looked like an angel. Or a goddess. Or a fairy. Sohee couldn’t decide which one, but he knew that you were the most stunning person he had ever seen. Since that day, he kept running into you in town, but his own nervousness had stopped him from talking to you properly. He had held a few conversations; enough to know your name and age, but clearly not enough to know that you could fly through the air.

Now, he was staring wide-eyed at the clouds, watching you soar just beneath them so effortlessly. He craned his head to watch you as long as he could before you disappeared behind the clock tower.

“Woah…” He whispered, jaw dropped in an awestruck expression. 

“She’s quite the girl, isn’t she?” 

Sohee turned to the side, nodding in agreement with what Osono, the bakery lady, had said.

“She’s amazing. Do you know how she does it?” He asked with a grin.

“Haven’t you heard by now, Sohee? She’s a witch! She chose our town to do her witch training.” Osono explained.

“That’s incredible! I didn’t even know witches actually existed! Do you know what she’s training in?!” Sohee felt like his brain was spinning at a speed incomprehensible to mankind. He kept thinking of more and more questions about you. He’d never seen anyone quite like you before, and the more he learned, the more intrigued he became.

“She said she’s still figuring it out— but she’s interested in love readings. For now, she’s using her flying skills to help me and the town. She’s an excellent delivery girl!” Osono beamed.

“Love readings…?” Sohee pondered the idea on his way back home. The next day, he found himself at the town’s library, scanning through the small section on magic and witches with more focus than he had put to almost anything.

//

“Miss witch, I’d like to get a love reading!” He announced happily, swinging open the door to the bakery where you were seated at the counter, seconds away from falling asleep due to the lack of customers. You jerked up at the sound of Sohee, immediately knowing that it was him from his playful nickname for you— miss witch.

“Really!? You want one!?” You jumped up from your seat and rushed around the counter to be face to face with him. Sohee had become your first friend in town. After he had seen you fly that day, he discovered the key to talking to you without being awkward. You could fly and he wanted to fly. There was a perfect common interest.

You loved talking to Sohee. He was infinitely more interesting than the kids back at your old home, most of which were stuck up and rude. Sohee was bright and kind and full of imagination and dreams and inspiration. He never got bored of you talking about being a witch, and you never got bored of hearing about his new inventions. You had never clicked so well with someone before.

There was also the fact that he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. But that was… less important. You had a bad habit of crushing on boys without it ever going anywhere. You were determined not to repeat that disaster a sixth time.

“It would be my great honour to be your very first customer.” Sohee said dramatically, making you giggle with excitement. 

“Well, then, dear client, shall we go to my witch lair? I can’t perform the reading anywhere else.” You responded, matching his dramatics perfectly. He grinned and nodded and you grabbed his wrist to lead him upstairs.

“It’s a bit messy— give me a second!” You rushed around your small attic space that Osono had been so kind to let you stay in for free. You hurriedly put away the food that you had gotten for breakfast and shoved some odd trinkets under your bed so that they were hidden. Sohee just watched, his heart racing. He really needed to get that under control.

“Where’s my witching supplies- Aha! Here it is!” You held up a small purple box, bejewelled with gold ornaments. It looked ancient and rusty— exactly the type of artifact that Sohee loved.

You set down a thin blanket on the wooden floor before taking out the little baubles and setting them in the middle of the fabric. Sohee sat on one end, and you on the other. 

“Alright, mister… I have a series of questions, but for this to work, you must answer them completely honestly. If you lie even once, the whole thing will be messed up!” You had put on your mother’s joke witches had for fun. The sight made Sohee laugh, especially when you deepened your voice to sound old as you explained how things would work.

“I got it. I’ll tell only the truth.” Sohee promised.

“Once you answer all the questions, I’ll flip over this blank card. If everything works out, the name of the person you love the most will slowly appear before your eyes! Now… Are you ready?” You quirked an eyebrow, staring seriously at him even though on the inside you were about to burst with excitement. It was your dream to open your own love reading business. You just weren’t completely sure if you were good enough at it yet.

Sohee nodded eagerly, a mix of excitement and nervousness stewing inside of him. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, so he carefully followed along with what you did to make sure he didn’t mess anything up. You closed your eyes and he followed suit.

The questions you asked started out simple, without Sohee needing to deliberate before delivering the honest answer to you. But as they went on, they got more complex and more personal. Sohee had never doubted your abilities as a witch, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to see right through him.

“Last question…”

“Mhm?” Sohee could feel his stomach twist in nervousness, but he breathed steadily to try to calm his nerves.

“Do you believe yourself to be in love with someone at this current moment?” 

Sohee swallowed slowly, his mouth and throat feeling parched all of a sudden. He took his time to think through it, though the answer was almost painfully obvious. He had never been more in love in his entire life.

“Yes.” He finally answered with certainty, a slight burden lifting off his chest. It was almost as if he was confessing to you in a way— and though he didn’t say it directly, it still eased some of his anxiety. He opened his eyes hesitantly after answering to see your face scrunched in concentration.

“No way-” You opened your eyes as well, frowning in confusion and looking up to Sohee with a questioning gaze. “By any chance are you…?” 

“Huh?” Sohee blinked, confused at your actions. You shook your head quickly and stared down at the blank card.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yeah.” 

The air felt a little tense as you slowly flipped over the black card. You held your hand over it for a few seconds, shielding it from Sohee’s curious view. You lifted your hand carefully once you were sure it had worked and watched as the name slowly appeared on the card.

You sat in frozen shock once you read the name on the card, struggling to process what you had seen. Your name was displayed on the card, clearer than ever. There was no way that anyone could possibly mistake it or misread it, but you just couldn’t believe it.

“It- we- we must’ve messed it up somehow! There’s no way that’s- It must’ve got me confused, right!?” Sohee spluttered helplessly, his entire face a bright shade of red. Somehow in his calculations, he didn’t expect for the card to expose him that horrendously, right in front of you as well.

“I don’t think we did it wrong, though… Everything felt… right.” You said quietly. “Do you… like me?” You could barely get the words to come out of your throat. 

There were some parts of your magic that you still needed time to trust completely. Flying had always been easy in that aspect; you either flew or you didn’t. But when it came to love readings, you wondered how likely it was that your magic had gotten messed up. You liked to be whimsical and believe that your love readings could be completely accurate, but your confidence had never been as low as in this moment. 

However nervous you were feeling, it was a thousand times worse for Sohee. You had a small inkling of hope— hope that he would say yes. But for Sohee, he could only think of the possible rejection. Or the even worse possibility that this would tear apart your friendship.

“Yes…?” Sohee whispered out to you. You had never heard him this nervous or quiet before.

“Really? Are you sure?” You asked again, this time with a little more voice and hope surging in you. Sohee must have picked up on the hopeful tone, as he answered yes again, this time with more certainty. 

“Then the reading wasn’t wrong?! You actually like me?” Your hand clasped over your mouth before you could ramble anymore in your state of disbelief. 

“What about you? I mean… you probably don’t, right? But maybe…?” Sohee couldn’t help but be hopeful for your response, but he held himself back from being too expectant on the response he was dreaming for. 

“Do I like you back?! Of course I do- It wasn’t obvious before now?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I mean- I hoped you did, but I couldn’t be sure.” Sohee clarified. The tension in the room had completely dissipated by now, and your smiles were slowly coming back as the reality settled in. 

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I think. Didn’t you ever question why we kept running into each other before we became friends?” 

“No? I just thought it was a lucky coincidence.” Sohee admitted with a laugh.

“It was because whenever I spotted you biking around town, I’d land in a street nearby and pretend like I was always walking that way just to cross paths with you!” You corrected stubbornly. Now that it was clear that the feelings were mutual, you wanted him to know the effort that you went through to get closer to him.

“I also started going past the bakery on my way home. It added an extra 5 minutes to my route, but it was worth it to see you working through the glass window.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly, mirroring your smile when your eyes brightened at hearing his confession. 

“So… what now?” You questioned suddenly after a prolonged silence of both of you trying to stare at the other while simultaneously trying your best not to look obvious.

“Would you go out with me?” Sohee asked excitedly. “Oh shoot- I should’ve gotten flowers first. Wait here- I’ll be quick!” He stammered, rushing out of the room before you could stop him. He was gone only long enough for you to giggle in delight while you cleaned up the supplies you had laid out. Your witching skills had come in handy in the best of ways.

He was out of breath by the time he burst open the door again, but his eyes had never glimmered any brighter. He held a bouquet of pink and white roses, a little squished on one side from the rush he had been in. 

“You know you didn’t have to go buy these…” You bit back a smile, taking the pretty flowers from his hands.

“My mom always said the best way to charm a lady was with flowers.” He panted and grinned at you cheekily when you shot him a look. You smiled as you sniffed the sweet scent of the roses. Sohee was about to say something else, but you pulled him into a tight hug before he could start, the unexpected gesture knocking all words he had into another dimension.

“I really like you, Sohee.” You whispered, your smile twinkling as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

He took a second to get over the shock of you hugging him before he was wrapping his arms around your frame as well, mumbling back, “Me too.”

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Aw those best friend hcs were fun! Can you do everyone else at the hotel? Especially Vaggie?

A/N: I absolutely can! I'll make a part 3 or edit this one if I somehow forget someone (it could happen). This is quite the little grouping 🤣 I hope you like it!

Having them as best friend's part two:

Includes: Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Niffty, and Cherri Bomb.

Part One

Vaggie

Her deal is tough love.

As her best friend, you're used to being called an idiot half a dozen times a day.

You'll just be chilling after making some decision or saying something and she'll be like: "Not only are you blind, you're fucking stupid too!" But it wouldn't hold any malice

She's never really been one for gossip, but you can bet that she'll listen to how your day was.

Definitely the friend who would interrogate anyone you show interest in.

If someone says something out of line about you, she's putting them in their place before you can open your mouth to defend yourself.

Vaggie isn't very touchy, but she'll hug you sometimes. Especially if it was something like after the battle and she was just happy you were alive.

She's almost always there to ward off the bad.

Sleepovers! They're never her idea, but she can't say no when you give her those puppy dog eyes.

Really, she's always there for you, but with a sibling dynamic that makes some question if the two of you really tolerate each other at all. You do, but barely lmao.

Sir Pentious

He's a drama king. Sweet, but definitely dramatic.

100% the friend to hold your drink at a party. . . Because he's HOLDING EVERYONE'S DRINK!

If you had to go anywhere, he's sending the Egg Bois with you. They call you 'not master' and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sleepovers would be his idea, no doubt. An offer that couldn't be refused.

He calmly interrogates any potential suitors of yours, and if they seem fine, he might let them go on a date with you.

Will literally cry if you call someone else your best friend. Friend's are okay. But if you called Angel Dust or Charlie your best friend? Immediate tears. "But. . . I thought I wasss your besssst friend." Apologize, right now.

Gives you some new weaponized invention and your favorite Hellish sweet treat every year on your 'death day'. He takes it very seriously.

He's all for the tea, but only if there's 100% truth behind it. Like you witnessed the HOTTEST tea of the month and just went 'Sir P NEEDS to know'.

Everyone mistakes the calmness and caring nature of Sir Pentious as having feelings for you. Common misconception. That's just your slithery best friend.

Y'all take naps together at random because you can. And naps are life.

Niffty

You're almost as chaotic as she is, but you're better at hiding it. Sorry not sorry.

Because of her, everything you own is cleaner than when you got it and you found it disturbing at first, but eventually got used to it.

She climbs you like a tree and uses you to see better in large crowds.

She talks so fast half the time you could barely understand her until it clicked and you could reply.

She's very knife happy. Someone breaks your heart? "STAB! STAB! STAB!" Followed by maniacal giggles and her footsteps down the hall.

She tries new recipes and uses you as the taste tester to see if the others would enjoy it. The answer is usually yes.

Niffty is super blunt. She won't hold back a single thought, even if it could potentially hurt your feelings.

She rarely takes breaks, but when she does, her small frame is usually beside you, watching TV or relaying the latest drama she heard on the streets.

She's a good listener, but once again, she's also blunt.

Every picture of the two of you, she has that same far away look in her eye. Every. Single. One.

Cherri Bomb

She's a bad influence, that much is certain, but no amount of peer pressure could get you to do something you didn't want to do. That's why you're best friends.

She loves partying and dragging you out, but most nights, you stay in, which then in a way, forces her to stay in too.

"[Y/N/N], you bitch, why aren't you dressed? I thought we were going out tonight!" No. No you weren't.

She encourages you to step out of your comfort zone 24/7, because you're in Hell and it could only get so much worse.

She listens, but doesn't really pay attention all that much. There's almost always something else on her mind, but she makes it up to you somehow.

She'd probably push you down the stairs for fun if she felt like it.

Most likely to sing karaoke with you, absolutely plastered in a bar somewhere on the outskirts of the Pride Ring.

If you handed your cup to her to go to the bathroom, she'd probably misunderstand and drink it.

Glares at anyone who looks in your direction, purely because she doesn't trust very many at all.

Would reluctantly agree to a sleepover if you asked, just because you're her main bitch.

[btrflypov]

pretty isn't pretty

[♡] shohei ohtani x fem!reader

tw: body insecurity

you were spending the night at your boyfriends house. it was logical since the team had an off day tomorrow. your relationship was fresh, both of you somewhat still very naive of each other. you were 3-months into the relationship, and yet he still managed to make you feel as if you had just started dating a week ago.

arriving home you realized how tired and sleepy shohei looked, having showered back in the clubhouse he went straight to laying down in bed. "i'll shower and be right back sho" you told him as you closed the door to his bedroom. "be quick baby please, the bed is cold without you" he cheekily replied in a already sleepy tone. "i will, i promise" you told him as you placed a kiss on his lips. you were in fact not going to be back anytime soon. you hated this part of the day. the part where you were by yourself, just you and your thoughts behind the bathroom door.

there's no use trying to deny the fact that even when the two of you were alone, you still found it challenging to let your guard down. even if you tried to ignore it, every time you looked in the mirror there was always something wrong. you thought of your boyfriend, so angel like, perfect in every way. there was no way he chose you, having the opportunity to have anyone he wanted at his knees. "why me?" ... "why?", you kept repeating to yourself over and over again. eventually the thoughts clouded your mind and it all came crumbling down.

shohei heard you trying to calm down your sobs. "baby", he knocked on the door, "are you okay? what happened? can i come in?" he asked worried. you couldn't face him, you were more than embarrassed and felt childish by letting your thoughts and doubts win once again. as you tried to regain your composure you replied back, "i'm okay bebe, i'll be out in a second okay". your boyfriend didn't believe you for a second, he knew you better than anyone. "i'm coming in" he stated while slowly opening the door, only to find you crying in front of the mirror.

you couldn't help but crumble into his arms as soon as you saw him standing in front of you. you felt your body twitching under his embrace, his arms fully around you, hands caressing your hair. in an effort to quiet your sobs, shohei gently pulled you from his hold and gave your forehead a few kisses. "what's wrong angel, why are you crying?" he whispered, holding your face in his hands. it was heartbreaking to see you crying, breaking down, and caving in. he could feel your sadness, your emotions were transparent for him and everyone else to see. you hid your face into his hands and mumbled, "it's not that easy to admit," you expressed, "it's so embarrassing."

shohei moved you both over to the edge of his bed, seating you on it while he sat on his knees between your legs, making it easier for him to stare at your face. "you can tell me anything you know that don't you, i'm always here to listen to you baby, what's bothering you tell me" he gently intertwined both of your hands together waiting for a response. "sho" you uttered almost inaudible. "it's just that" you lowered your head, unable to keep looking into his gentle gaze. "i'm not like the others" you told him. shohei gently took your chin and urged you to stare into his brown eyes. "baby what do you mean you're not like the others?". you finally allowed yourself to be vulnerable and told him every thought that fogged up your brain. with teary eyes you replied, "well i'm not the tallest, or skinniest, my legs aren't that long compared to yours, my stomach isn't the flattest, and" your boyfriend intervened before you could continue "baby" shohei couldn't believe the things that were coming out of your mouth. he stood up and sat on the bed, snuggling you into his lap while you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"i love you for who you are, and i apologize if i haven't expressed it to you recently. i only want you by my side; when i come home, i want it to be to you and no one else. you don't have to change a thing about yourself baby and i truly mean that" your boyfriend whispered as he softly stroked your arm. "i love you so so much" you told him after you sat in silence for a couple of seconds, soaking in everything he had just told you. you hated the fact that he might have felt guilty for how you were feeling, because that was never the case, and you made that clear to him. from the start of the relationship shohei was nothing but the most caring, attentive, and loving boyfriend, truly unmatched by anyone else.

before shohei you had never put in that much effort and thought about yourself, really. however, this time you were utterly in love. you were frightened because you truly loved him, hoping this dream like fairytale with him would never end. you were terrified of losing him and your perception of yourself didn't help at all. but in the end, you knew that he would only find perfection in what you would consider flaws.

an: requested! a little longer than what i intended initially, but i hope you enjoy anon <3

[sid-the-sandwich]

Ok, so feeling a little underwhelmed by the new lesson teaser, and besides the Simeon FNAF jumpscare at the end, it was basically what we already knew, I thought it may have been like the first mini-lesson or something (not the whole chapter, just one book part)

I wanted to write what I think might happen in the next set of lessons, based on what we saw in the teaser but like... there's nothing much to expand upon. (Go girl give us nothing)

So what I am going to do, is I am going to write a plot for season 3 that I think would be the most outlandish thing ever and that would never happen, based on the little summary we got from the description of the video! so here it is (I'll put a TLDR at the end):

Season 3: False Hope

Returning to the Devildom is hard for MC after the events they just went through, all they want to do now is put their feet up, rest and hang out with their favs

Everything is the best its ever been, despite MC only disappearing for mere minutes in their time, it felt like an eternity and more had passed by them.

The characters' are all constantly happy, everything is bright, warm, exciting, and everyone is in high spirits; even Raphael and Mephistopheles, who once seemed to hate each other, getting along like long-lost best friends.

The characters dote on MC, anything they could have ever wanted is given to them:

MC wants to go out? Mammon and Asmo would happily spend all their money just for them.

MC wants food? Beel happily hands his food to MC.

everything is just... odd

But at first, its nothing notable, sure, the brothers are acting weird, but that's because they are practically family and MC did technically disappear for a while so it fits.

But then... things kept being too convenient, random good luck, people where being nice, very nice; everyone, even Solomon was smiling like nothing happened,

MC is seriously doubting the few months they spent in the past since no one has brought it up since that initial return

its something MC cant shake, everything feels too surface-level, too sweet... too fake,

but the most damning piece of evidence... Simeon was an Angel again. and when asked about it, Simeon avoids the question, suddenly being whisked away by Luke or Raphael very conveniently.

Solomon can now cook good...

MC deduces something is definitely wrong, this isn't the present they left,

MC starts noticing weird oddities, but not with our characters, but rather the landscape around them, whenever MC tries to venture too far out the Devidom, they are brought back to the main city as if the world is wrapping around this city.

MC tries telling the characters that something is wrong, but none listen to them, dismissing MC for having an 'overactive imagination'

it goes so far that the brothers lock us in our room once we are more adamant and threaten to find out the truth by ourself, the brothers saying we just 'need some alone time'.

The brothers periodically check in on MC, seeing if they have 'calmed down' and each time MC badgers on about the same point.

Eventually, MC manages to steal the keys of the bedroom from one of the boys and escapes the House of Lamentation in the middle of the night

MC tries to run, somewhere, anywhere they can think; The demons lord castle? Purgatory Hall? Damn, even Thirteen's cave!

But while running through the woods someone grabs MC rather strongly, covering MC's mouth, its... Solomon?

Solomon shushes MC, signaling MC to the sounds of rustling and voices of other characters looking for MC.

Despite how weird Solomon's been acting since they got back, this time Solomon felt warm, comforting and familiar.

MC crawls, following Solomon's instructions, only to be met by... ANOTHER SOLOMON?

The two Solomon's Brawl using Magic and honestly MC is just confused, because what is even happening?

MC recites a magic spell they know and threatens to shoot one of the Solomon's

Both Solomon's freeze and each say something to plead their case, one Solomon expresses Love for MC while the other says the same thing He said when he first met MC in Nightbringer. MC shoots the first,

Solomon explains how this world is an illusion created by Nightbringer to keep MC away from the present,

With the illusion broken, The world becomes grey and devoid of colour

Hastily, Solomon drags MC back to where the portal in the sky that brought them their, With all the 'fake characters' chasing them, Solomon repeats a very strong spell alongside MC so get transported back

Now they are actually back to the right timeline... or are they?

(Side Note: Originally, the character helping Mc was different, but Solomon made the most sense)

TLDR: MC goes back to the present but it is actually an illusion created by Nightbringer to prevent MC from returning

[newleaf92]

Dating Hazbin Men:

Lucifer would be in a constant state of bending over backwards tenfold for you at the start of the relationship. After Lilith’s disappearance, he would feel the constant need to make sure you felt loved and appreciated enough that you wouldn’t leave—if you showed even the slightest emotion/reaction that he interprets negatively, he would most certainly try to gift you back in his favor, however that looks like. It would take a lot of time, patience, reassurance, understanding, and love from you before he would tone it down a bit. Granted he would never stop showering you with gifts and affection, but it would now stem more from him simply wanting you to know how much he loves you and appreciates you—he wouldn’t be as frantic about it.

Husk is a grump who doesn’t sugar coat his words, and he definitely has words to say about just about every situation. He most certainly has boundaries—most of which he’s upfront about from the start, while others make their appearance when he deems it necessary. There’s no doubt that some might stem from him not being used to being in a relationship, but if you can not get butt hurt over his no filter system and respect his boundaries, this grump will eventually turn into one of the most dedicated partners. Everyone bitches to the bar tender, but once you’ve shown that you’ll willingly listen to him with your full attention, he will most certainly not take that for granted. Always asks if you’re in the right mindset to listen to him vent, and if you’re not at the time he asks, he will respect that and do what he can to ease whatever is going on in your mind. Expect some of the best cuddles from him when it’s just you two—the purrs he’ll emit will most certainly become a lullaby.

Angel Dust would be extremely wary of being in an actual relationship. You most certainly would have to not take it personally if he doubts your intentions with him and wonders if you’re just trying to use and abuse him. His signed contract with Val and the abuse he’s been put through makes him think healthy things in a relationship are something he’s not deserving of. Be extremely patient with him and always ask for his consent before you initiate any type of affection. If he tries to play it off and up the sexual comments, you would have to be gently assertive with him that you’re not doing anything unless he explicitly gives his verbal consent. He will not know what to do with that for quite some time, but with you being persistent and consistent with it, it will become one of his favorite things about the relationship—if it’s not his favorite that is. This will be crucial to have when he comes home from a very rough night at the studio. He needs to know you can be his safe space who won’t force him into anything, and he, in return, will give that back to you tenfold.

Sir Pentious will be totally clueless at first on how to respond to you wanting a relationship with him. You just want an excuse to destroy him in his sleep! No? Oh, well, what do you want from him then. He will always be asking questions and awkwardly flirting with you, but he will also be trying his best. He wants to learn and be the best partner he can for you. He’ll instantly melt if you take time to talk to and with his egg bois, and if they love you, he is sold.

Vox is his name, and spying on you through technology is his game. He’s not subtle about it nor does he apologize for it. Granted, he most certainly might try to gaslight you into thinking/believing that he wasn’t watching YOU specifically, but rather, you just happened to be in the same area of the ones he was already watching. You won’t be able to convince him to stop, but you can certainly make a game out of it—one that he’ll complain about and deny liking it, but deep down he actually enjoys it. Notice a camera pointed at you? Wink and blow a kiss at it, give him a show of slowly bending over to pick something off the ground, send him a suggestive, teasing picture at the most random times, etc and this bipedal tv will be flustered as hell. With the right combination of timing and in one of his favorite outfits that he loves on you, and you might just make him cause another blackout.

Valentino and Adam are both in the same category here for dating them. You may be that one person who they genuinely have a soft spot for and love, but oh boy, both are possessive to max—however, they will make it seem like they are being doting on you, but in reality, they are marking their territory. You have to go to a meeting or work without them? You best bet that you are going wearing something of theirs—whether it be extremely visible hickeys or an item of clothing or something that is just obvious is theirs. They’ll use the “I’ll miss you while you’re gone,and I want you to feel like I’m there so you don’t miss me too much.” If you return the favor and give them something of yours, they will not only proudly show it off to everyone, but they’ll also most definitely make you late for whatever is you need to attend.

Alastor “Haha! Never going to happen.”

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Infatuated ⭑˚💌⭑ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒

yandere!bnha x reader

yandere, reverse harem, bnha x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister?

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Since obtaining One for All, Izuku has been training day in and day out.  

You admire his dedication. You always have. It’s the very thing that makes him, well, him. There are plenty of ambitious people in this world, and you know that for a fact, but in terms of sheer perseverance and hard work, none of them will ever come close to Izuku.  

Within the past few months, Izuku has undergone a discernible change. The most obvious one is his appearance. Physically speaking, his muscles have become toned and firm, and even the way his clothes hang off his body is slightly different. You can still remember the day you accidentally walked in on him while he was changing and caught a glimpse of how chiseled his abdomen was. He was only in his underwear at the time, so needless to say, he screamed.  

Izuku’s progress makes you hopeful for the future. To see him push forward like this, despite how grueling All Might’s training must be... it makes you prouder than you can even put into words. You’ve been with him ever since you were a kid, so you know just how long he’s waited for a moment like this.  

It’s taken a while, but finally, his goal of becoming a hero is in reach.  

Naturally, you haven’t been slacking off all this time either. You’ve been training in your own way. As often as your Quirk will allow, in any case. You regret to admit that you’re still not terribly strong physically speaking, but that doesn’t mean that your Quirk is necessarily weak. It’s situational, you suppose. Given the right opportunity, you know it can make a big impact. It’s just a matter of creating those opportunities in the first place.  

U.A’s entrance exam is rapidly approaching, and you can only hope that it’s the sort of trial that will allow your powers to shine.  

But there’s no point in worrying needlessly. Right now, you’d much rather focus on the present, which happens to consist of sitting on a beach and admiring Izuku’s impressive feats of strength.  

“Keep going,” All Might hums, and he’s sitting on top of a refrigerator, of all things, easily adding several hundred pounds to its weight. Izuku grits his teeth while dragging the fridge through the sand, but he doesn’t complain, not even once.  

You wish you could help out, but All Might told you that this is Izuku’s task, and Izuku’s task alone. He needs to prove that he’s ready to inherit All Might’s Quirk, and while it makes you feel a bit guilty to just watch, you don’t doubt that Izuku will pull through in the end.  

He is your beloved, irreplaceable best friend. You will always look up to him and take pride in his accomplishments. Nothing will ever change that.  

After cleaning up for a while longer, Izuku eventually lets out a sigh and wipes a hand across his sweaty brow. He must be tired. More so than he can even express. But regardless of the exhaustion seeping into his poor, overworked muscles, he still manages to look over at you with a broad smile.  

When he smiles at you like this, you’re convinced he must be an angel.  

“That should be enough for today,” All Might nods, sounding pleased with his progress. “Go on. I’m sure you’d like to spend some time with your friend.”

Izuku smiles once more, bows his head and thanks All Might for his patience, then bounds over to you—almost as if his fatigue has completely melted away.  

“[Name]!” he beams, plopping down onto the sand beside you. “Thanks for waiting. Sorry. I hope it wasn’t too boring just sitting around and watching.”  

You shake your head. “Not at all. It was really impressive. I seriously can’t get over the fact that you can lift heavy stuff like that now. You’ve gotten so strong!”  

“N-Not really,” he stammers, then shyly glances down at his feet. “I’ve still got a long way to go. But I’m glad that you think I’ve been making progress. It’s been rough, and All Might even had to adjust his training regimen a few times, but if I keep going like this, then U.A won’t just be a dream anymore, right?”

“It’s more than a dream, Izuku. Soon enough, it’s going to become reality.”  

You return his smile, then reach over to ruffle his curly hair. Your words aren’t just intended as cheap flattery. You wholeheartedly believe in what you're saying, just like you’ve always believed in him. All these years... not once have you ever doubted him.  

And Izuku knows this. He knows this, and he’s so, so thankful for it.  

More than you’ll ever understand.  

“Here,” you say, holding out a bottle of juice. “I got this from a vending machine a little while ago. I hope it’s still nice and cold. If not, I can buy another one.”  

Izuku grabs the bottle without wasting a beat. “You bought this... for me?”  

“Mhm. You must be thirsty, right?”  

“Th-Thank you. Thank you, [Name]. Thank you so much...”  

You can’t help but giggle. He’s making such a big deal, over a bottle of juice, of all things. It’s such a small favor, it’s hardly even worth mentioning.  

What you fail to realize is that you could have given him a rock—or a pebble, even. It wouldn’t have made any difference. Anything, so long as it’s coming from you, is precious and worthy of praise.  

Izuku holds firmly to this belief, and he doubts it’ll ever change. That’s why, even though he drinks all of the juice, he saves the bottle and later tucks it away in his closet for safekeeping.  

Perfect.  

That’s what you are. So kind and patient, having put up with him all these years. Will he ever find another person that even comes close to you? No. The answer is clear, so there’s no point in even asking.  

Humans are born imperfect. They are all flawed, one way or another. Izuku tends to assume the best of people, and he strives to protect their smiles, but he knows that despite all of that, no one is perfect. Not even his hero, All Might.  

You are, and always will be, the exception.  

Izuku can hardly contain his smile as he gazes upon you. It’s been such a long day. He’s more exhausted than he can even put into words, and yet, just sitting next to you like this is enough to keep him going. It energizes him, makes him pulse with excitement. He wonders why that is. Because you’re his best friend? Because you’re so nice and easy to talk to?  

Midoriya Izuku is in love, but he doesn’t realize it yet.

But when he does—and it’s a question of when, not if—will you be able to look at him the same way? Will your relationship remain intact, or will it fall to pieces, having been damaged beyond repair?  

For the time being, both of you are blind to the chaos that is slowly building, so you just lean your head against Izuku’s shoulder and enjoy the sunset.

You should make the most of this while it lasts.

“Thanks for agreeing to come along, honey. This family has a son that should be around your age, and he’s apparently going to be applying for U.A too. It should give you something to talk about.”  

You smile and nod. It seems like your parents have made recently made friends with another couple, and they’re excited to get together for dinner with them. Seeing as the couple have a teenager themselves, your parents probably felt like it would be a good opportunity for you to make a new friend, and since you’re by no means antisocial, you agreed to join them.  

Besides, you think it’ll be fun. Especially if it turns out that you’ll both end up at U.A together. Maybe you’ll even be in the same class.  

“Thanks so much for having us,” your mother beams, then proceeds to wave you forward with a smile. “Ah, this is our daughter, [Name].”  

As a polite gesture, you bow your head. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greet. “I’m [Name]. Thank you for inviting us over and being friends with my parents.”  

“Well, isn’t she adorable?” they chuckle. “For a teenager, she’s surprisingly well-mannered. We really wish we could say the same for our son. Go on, Neito. It’s your turn to introduce yourself.”  

The boy’s name is Monoma Neito, and perhaps you’re reading into things too much, but he initially strikes you as a bit pretentious.  

“Hello,” he says simply, then sticks his nose up into the air, as if he just smelled something rotten.  

Well, then.  

You try not to take offense to it. After all, it’s possible he might just be shy, or introverted.  

“Hello,” you reply with a smile. “I hear you want to get into U.A. I do too, but I have to admit, I’m feeling a bit nervous about the entrance exam.”  

Monoma doesn’t reply. He just lifts a brow and peers at you through his grayish-blue eyes.  

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for the parents to start chatting up a storm, which gives you and Monoma the chance to get to know each other a bit better. He leads you to his room, perhaps a bit begrudgingly, and you take a moment to familiarize yourself with the new environment.  

“So,” he says, “what’s your Quirk?”  

It’s a remarkably common question in today’s day and age, but unfortunately, it’s one you still have yet to get used to. After all, it’s not exactly easy to disclose that you need to kiss someone every time you want to use it.  

You smile shyly. “Um... I can kind of control people. Just briefly, I mean. But only if certain conditions are met.”  

“And what are those conditions?”  

“M-Maybe we’ll save that for another time,” you wave off, awkwardly clearing your throat. “But anyways. I told you mine, so what’s yours?”  

 Monoma purses his lips. “Hm. I’m not sure I need to tell you.”  

“What?” you immediately gape. “No fair! I literally just told you mine!”  

“I asked, but no one said you had to answer,” he merely shrugs. Goodness, what a cocky little bastard. You can already tell he’ll cause a lot of people headaches in the future.  

For a few moments, you’re silent, but then you flash him a cunning smile.  

“If I wanted to, I could just use my Quirk on you, and then you’d have to tell me.”  

Of course, you’re just bluffing. You don’t like using your powers for your own selfish motives. That’s not why Quirks came into being, after all. They’re meant to help people and contribute towards society. You are by no means a saint, but as someone who is striving to become a hero, you still follow a certain moral code.  

Not that Monoma knows that.  

He hastily backs away. “That would be awfully rude of you,” he mutters. “When you’re in my home, no less.”  

You decide to tease him for a while longer, so you move closer to him, inch by inch, and it’s funny how red his face is getting. Whether out of embarrassment or frustration, you can’t be sure.  

Eventually, you let out a chuckle.  

“I’m kidding,” you muse. “I wouldn’t do that to you. But with a power like mine, people can be quick to assume the worst. Anyways, I promise that no matter how often we see each other, I’ll never deceive you or try to take you by surprise. I’ll only ever use my Quirk on you if you let me.”  

Monoma keeps his guard up for a few more moments, but he eventually realizes that you must be telling the truth. It seems like he’s going to drop the issue altogether.  

Or at least, that’s what you think.  

“Ha! Caught you off-guard!” Monoma laughs, then quickly touches you on the shoulder. You’re not sure what he’s trying to do, or why he looks so full of himself all of a sudden, so you can only frown.  

It doesn’t take long for him to frown too. 

“...huh?” he mumbles, staring down at his hands in disbelief. “I swear I just copied it. Crap. Is this a dud Quirk?”  

You blink repeatedly. “Copied it? Copied what?”  

“Tell me the conditions required for your Quirk to take effect,” he says.  

Instead of telling him what he wants, you just cross your arms at him. “I already said I wouldn’t do that. Not yet, at least.”  

“Shit...”  

He doesn’t explain right away, but after a few more moments of irritated huffing, he eventually lets out a sigh. 

“My Quirk lets me copy other Quirks,” he reluctantly admits. “So long as I touch them first. I thought I’d take you by surprise and turn your powers around on you... but I guess it didn’t work. This happens sometimes. Not all Quirks are able to be copied, unfortunately.”  

He can’t see the screen?  

You’re not sure how your Quirk would appear to others, but in order to control someone, he would have to kiss them first, and he obviously doesn’t know that. But maybe he’s right, and your Quirk just can’t be copied by anyone. You already knew that it’s rather unique, and this instance seems to further solidify it. 

“I guess this means I win,” you grin smugly.  

Monoma scowls. “Hardly. You just got lucky, that’s all.”  

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”  

He reacts by rolling his eyes at you, but you’re unfazed and just keep grinning at him.  

“Still,” you hum. “A Quirk that lets you copy other Quirks. That’s really strong! That means you can use so many different abilities!”  

“Strong? Well, I guess.” He seems a bit happy with your praise; he even lifts his chin up, as if he’s boasting. “It’s certainly a lot more versatile than yours. You mentioned that you feel nervous about the U.A entrance exam, but I can’t say the same.”  

“Really?” 

“Of course,” Monoma huffs. “Why would I let myself be discouraged right at the very first obstacle?”  

Well, he’s right that there’s no point in driving yourself insane by worrying, but it’s not like your nerves will just disappear overnight. You also can’t even tell if he genuinely feels that way, or if he’s just putting on a brave front.  

But you suppose it doesn’t matter. None of it matters, so long as you both end up at U.A one way or another.  

You tilt your head to the side and smile. “It’s good to be confident. Your Quirk is strong, so I can understand why you’d have faith in your abilities. By the way, how long can you copy someone’s Quirk for? Does it just get overwritten when you copy someone else’s?”  

“There’s a time limit. But as long as I touch the person again, I can easily activate it once more, so it’s not too difficult to manage.”  

Wow. There are so many amazing powers out there. I always thought Katsuki’s was super strong, but I’m sure that if I get to U.A, I’ll meet countless other people that are strong like him.  

You’re happy that Monoma has such a cool ability, and you feel confident about his prospects of passing the entrance exam. You can only hope that with your Quirk, you’ll be able to do the same.  

No. You should do more than just hope. No matter what it takes, you’ll turn your dream into a reality, just like Izuku did. 

“I guess that’s probably enough talking about Quirks for one day,” you shrug. “But at least we’ve established that my Quirk beats yours.”  

Monoma gets awfully red in the face, and you laugh, realizing that he doesn’t very much like the idea of losing.  

“Fine, then! Let’s play Uno! Prepare for a humiliating defeat!"

It was a fun day.  

Monoma is clearly the competitive type, and true to his word, you eventually did end up losing to him in Uno. But only after you’d won five rounds in a row. You actually started feeling a bit bad for him after a while, and you even considered letting him win out of pity, but thankfully, he managed to pull through on his own. 

Anyways, you ended up having a good time, and you’d like to think that you’ve made a friend, if the new contact in your phone is any indication.  

Later that night, you lie on your bed, watching videos on your laptop that occasionally prompt a chuckle or two. It’s late, and truth be told, you’re half falling asleep by this point, but you keep on staring lethargically at your screen, waiting for fatigue to finally wash over you.  

Before it can, though, your phone starts buzzing.  

You pause the video, then grab your phone and take a quick glance at the caller ID. It’s Izuku, so naturally, you pick up.  

“Hey, Izuku,” you hum, and you wonder if your smile carries over into your voice. “What’s up? How did training go today?”  

“Hi, [Name],” he replies happily. “It was good. I just, um... I-I just wanted to talk for a bit. Sorry for calling so late in the night. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” 

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t sleeping. What did you want to talk about?”  

“Nothing in particular, I guess.” He pauses, and you can hear him swallow nervously. “I just... wanted to hear your voice for a bit.”  

You can’t help but giggle, because you feel the exact same way. It’s impossible not to be in a good mood whenever you’re talking to him. 

“Aw,” you muse. “Did you miss me?”  

Perhaps you shouldn’t tease him too much, because already, you imagine him being red as a beet.  

“A-Anyways!” he splutters. “What... what did you get up to today? My day was just the same training as always, so there’s nothing really worth mentioning.”  

Obviously, you can't possibly know how he’ll react to your next words, so you utter them freely and confidently.  

“My parents made friends with another family, and I had dinner at their place earlier,” you say. “I met someone my age there. His name is Monoma, and he’s planning on going to U.A, just like us. I already knew as much, but a lot of people are super passionate about becoming heroes. There’s bound to be tons of competition, but it still doesn’t change what we need to do.”  

For some reason, Izuku isn’t saying anything, so you continue.  

“Monoma’s Quirk lets him copy other Quirks. Isn’t that cool? Ah, but he tried to copy mine, and it didn’t work, so I guess he’s got his own limitations to worry about. He’s kind of a sore loser, but it’s pretty funny to see how strongly he reacts to things. I beat him at Uno over and over again. I was actually kind of starting to feel guilty about it, haha.”  

Strange. It’s still silent. Perhaps you’ve been rambling on for too long and he hasn’t had a chance to interject.  

“Izuku?” you frown. “Everything okay?”  

The call ends abruptly, and you’re left staring down at your phone in disbelief.  

A few moments later, you receive a message. 

You don’t usually assume the worst of people. It’s partly due to your cheery disposition, and partly because as an aspiring hero, you like to see others for their good qualities rather than the bad.  

Izuku in particular is free of any suspicion. He’s been your best friend for years, and you’ve stuck together through thick and thin. Why would you assume that he hung up on you on purpose? He’s never once hung up on you, and it’s inexplicable to think that he would start now.  

You are more than content to believe that it was a simple technical difficulty, so you set your phone aside and start getting ready for bed.  

Meanwhile, in another house in that very same neighborhood, a freckled boy sits by his desk, staring vacantly at the wall ahead. Izuku doesn’t know how to explain what he just did. Everything was going just fine, up until... up until you mentioned someone else.  

Izuku’s shoulders begin to shake, and slowly but surely, tears fill his eyes.  

It’s normal for you to make friends. You’re pretty and kind, smart and lovely, so of course other people would be drawn to you.

It’s the rational conclusion. It’s what makes perfect sense.  

So then, why does he hate the thought of it so much?  

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2.7 Penacony thoughts [part 1]

**Spoiler warning** for everything up until we finish our little shopping trip with Fugue. At the time of writing this, I’ve already finished all of the 2.7 story and may reference events that happen a bit later, so just be wary of that.

As much as I believe Sunday to be an intelligent man, I thought there was no way the people of Penacony wouldn’t recognize his handsome face and pierced wing just because of a simple outfit change, but call me a fool since he manages to leisurely waltz through the dreamscape undetected thanks to the power of Harmony so he can fiddle with everyone’s minds to help disguise himself.

Knowing now that Wonweek was just Sunday’s older self disguised, this moment doesn’t feel as comical as it did upon first experiencing it, but he sounded so calm and sincere here that I have no doubt Sunday would actually say this to a real pepeshi, and for that I love him.

Everyone say thank you to Jade for setting our angel free. A part of me wished we would see more of his rescue other than just the same 2.3 scene in a flashback, but oh well. Guess she really just freed him from his chains and disappeared among a sea of butterflies. Oh, wrong quantum character, tee-hee~

Breaking news: red text is still powerful enough to make me pause and send subtle fear into my heart, no matter how silly the situation appears.

He said the thing.

This was honestly so cute to hear about. Yeah he tells us it was one of his first failures but just picturing a young Sunday trying to fly is adorable. I read his character stories before starting the quest (which means I was spoiled about him joining the Express) and his first one also showed that playful side to him and while I know it’s mainly because he was a child when writing that letter but it made him feel more human to me. He seemed so closed off and seemingly perfect as a npc but now I feel like we’re getting to see more of his true emotions since he doesn’t have this huge pressure of being the Oak Family head anymore and I love that for him.

Out of all the possible disguises he could’ve possibly chosen, he decided on a lady intellitron. At least this shows how believable his disguise is to others.

For a moment I thought Sunday managed to fool Welt and slipped away unnoticed, which would’ve been quite a surprise, but thankfully Welt managed to pick up on the suspicious vibes this angel was giving off. Sunday admits he has no ill intent but Welt decides to make doubly sure of that by keeping a close eye on him throughout the remainder of this story.

I originally thought that part of Robin’s deal with Jade would be that the siblings could no longer see each other again, but since they did cross paths later on, I suppose I could rule that out, even if Sunday was still disguised. For fun, let’s just say she gave up her voice in exchange, since none of her lines were actually spoken (which I assume is due to the voice actor strike still going on.)

I wish I had the HI3 knowledge to know what happened to our dear grandpa. I seriously need to dive into some lore.. maybe watch a couple videos. Eventually.

Behold! All the Tingyun eidolons everyone received while pulling for Sunday! This is around the time I realized that Tingyun’s voice actor did indeed get switched. I know from the 2.7 livestream that Fugue had Anya listed instead of Laci, which didn’t seem too outlandish to me at first, considering the characters themselves had different names, but to replace the old va completely with Tingyun’s four star form too? Eh, that doesn’t really sit right with me. I get Tingyun and Fugue are essentially the same person, but they’re different enough that they could’ve made it work with both. If Ruan Mei could rework the girl’s body and give her more tails, I could believe her voice got messed up a little during whatever experiments she endured so we could have two different actors.

Again, I’m just gonna assume the replacement was due to the strike and I’m gonna believe that to be the reason why Himeko, Dan Heng & Stelle (& maybe Caelus, I dunno) didn’t speak either. Still a shame since I love hearing them whenever the story updates, but I can imagine their voices in my head if I try hard enough. Anyways, I’m sure Remembrance has gotta be one other paths influencing Amphoreus; as for the last one, who knows. Place your bets.

Can’t blame Wonweek for passing out after witnessing this while tuning. Evil and controlled Tingyun is on par with a nightmare.

His efforts weren’t in vain though because all the Tingyun eidolons did some fancy showcase and allowed the gorgeous Fugue to finally make her grand return! Or grand debut I guess since this is technically our first time meeting this version of her. Confusion aside, I seriously love this updated design for her. She’s so elegant! And now with the fire element and even more tails she literal became a Ninetales

Waking up with now memories is giving me Promised Neverland flashbacks and I’m suddenly so sad for our girl. And I know she’s constantly referred to as “Tingyun” throughout the entire story by other characters and even the text, but I’m still gonna call her Fugue.

Everyone say thank you to Ruan Mei for saving our pretty fox lady. Ain’t this fun? Knowing that someone like her and Jade, two characters people openly dislike, managed to both bring back another beloved character? Jokes on y’all because I’ve always enjoyed these ladies and now I can appreciate them even more~

I can’t hear “traveling merchant” and not think of Luocha. Just the mere thought of him makes me nervous, especially now since we learned at the end of 2.5 that his coffin contained a piece of Tayzzyronth’s body and if our mad scientist manages to get that in her possession I fear what else she’ll cook up in this lab.

After the sad flashbacks, we take Fugue on a little shopping trip to lighten the mood and we assist picking out gifts for Fu Xuan, Jung Yuan and Bailu and it was at this moment where I thought “oh no, she doesn’t remember Yukong?!” and started to freak out. Thankfully I worried for nothing as our beloved ace pilot shows up in person later once we meet up with Himeko again on the Radiant Feldspar.

Once again this whole reunion giving me Promised Neverland vibes, especially ch181 with knowing deep within your heart that you know these new people somehow from a past that you can’t quite remember as vividly as them but they still make you feel safe and complete. I really do wonder when Phantylia took control, or if we possibly never knew the old Tingyun at all and she was controlled by Phantylia from the moment we met. The story quest was a long time ago, so if there were any hints, the odds that I’ve forgotten are high.

It does warm my heart to hear her call us benefactors again. Whether it be a Phantylia thing or an old Tingyun thing to call us that, it just feels right coming from her.

To be honest, the 2.7 story didn’t feel all that long when compared to the last couple patches, but I’m gonna cut it short here and finish the rest in another two posts. Probably.

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Guardian Angel - Ominis Gaunt [Part 3]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Slytherin fem!reader

Themes: Angst, death of minor(ish) character, emotional distress

Part 1 and Part 2 of this series are linked!

It was finally Spring at Hogwarts and everyone was getting ready for their O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S. You and Sebastian, however, have finally found Rookwood. Sebastian was going on and on about how you need to take the fight directly to him sooner rather than later. You knew he was right, but when was the best time? You can rush in, as much as he would like, but if you take too long more people will get hurt. The two of you made a plan to ambush him and his Ashiwinders at the ruins. They won’t even see it coming. Right?

By the time the two of you had flown to the ruins it was crawling with Rookwood’s gang. How in Merlin’s beard are you going to take all these guys out? Sebastian, of course, had no doubt in your abilities, but could you really stand up to all these wizards? Sebastian assures you that no matter what happens he’ll do everything in his power to protect you and you both agree that you’re going in hot. Sebastian creeps up to the side of the parapet and stands up, aiming his wand at an Ashwinder.

“Confringo!” he yells, and a blast of fire takes out the Ashwinder.

You stand and aim your wand at another. “Diffindo!”

The two of you make your way down the walls of the ruins, casting as many spells as you can to take out the Ashwinders. “Levioso!” “Depulso!” “Incendio!”

Taking out the Ashwinders is the easy part. They aren’t exactly the toughest of Ranrok’s army. Thank Merlin there’s no troll here. You look around at that though, making sure you didn’t actually jinx it and conjure a troll somehow. The two of you take out a significant amount of the gang before you hear someone shout from behind you.

“Crucio!”

You hear the spark of the spell before it hits you. Your blood runs cold and you drop to the ground, screaming in pain. Sebastian looks over, yelling your name and runs toward you. He gets to you and looks up, seeing Rookwood grinning. He suddenly sees red and stands, casting any spell he can think of. You can barely hear any of it. It sounds like you’re under water and your vision is fading in and out. It’s getting hard to breathe as you lay down, gasping for air.

Sebastian takes a quick look back at you to make sure you’re still alive, but that was his mistake. Rookwood casts Dipulso, throwing Sebastian into a pilar. You hear Rookwood laugh and look up as he aims his wand at you again, casting Crucio once more. The pain is far more excruciating the second time and tears stream down your face. The only thing on your mind is Ominis. How could he survive this? All you want to do is let go. You want the pain to end. Ominis felt this and he was only a child. How could they? How could they… You barely hear Sebastian calling for you as you black out.

-------------------------------Ominis POV---------------------------------

“They never tell me about anything,” he mutters to himself as he walks outside, grabbing his broom. “Why don’t they ever tell me?”

He only vaguely knows where they’re going based on what he heard but he’ll just follow the sounds of fighting when he gets close enough. He hops on his broom and flies towards the ruins. Eventually he gets close enough and hears it. The loud Crucio makes his hands go numb and he lands the broom behind the ruins. He leans up against the wall, breathing heavily. That wasn’t Sebastian and it sure as hell wasn’t (Y/N). Who cast the curse? Which one of you took it? 

He pulls his wand out leaning around the corner trying to sense where you both are. There’s Sebastian, crawling forward from the other side of the ruins and on the other side…no… No…No! He whips back around, clutching his wand to his chest. How..? Why? What were they thinking? He knew this would go wrong. He knew they would rush into this. No one tells him anything and no one listens to his pleas. All he wants is for them to be safe. For her to be safe. And there she is, lying on the ground. Please don’t be dead, he thinks. Please…

His brain feels fuzzy as he turns toward the entrance. He has to help but how? He points his wand out again, the tip blinking and walks in. There he is. Rookwood. He’s standing nearby, laughing.

“You two really think you could outsmart me. It’s too late. Your efforts are in vain.” He looks toward (Y/N). “I’m going to kill this meddling little brat and then,” he says, viciously, turning to Sebastian, “then I’m going to make you suffer, just like I did your sister.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen and Rookwood turns to face (Y/N). He raises his wand and grins. Ominis panics and his hands start sweating. What does he do? He grips his wand as tight as possible, trying to figure out the right spell. Rookwood points his wand at her and yells, “Avada Ke-“

“Avada Kedavra!”

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Rookwood goes silent and drops to the ground, his wand rolling away from him. Sebastian looks up in the direction of the curse and sees Ominis who has tears rolling down his face.

“Ominis…” he calls, struggling to stand up.

Ominis looks over at him and drops his wand. “I…I…I had to…” He starts shaking and drops to his knees, facing down at his hands. “I had to…”

Sebastian slowly makes his way over. “You had to.”

Ominis turns his face up towards Sebastian and sobs. “Why?! Why did you have to come here?!” His screams are pained as he chokes out the questions. He crawls towards where he remembered seeing you and paws the ground. “Where is she? Please, Sebastian, where is she?” Sebastian takes his hand and brings him over to you, stepping back.

He moves his hands to you, trying to figure out how you’re laying and feeling for a breath. “Please, please…” he whispers. He feels you breathing, just barely, and pulls you up, cradling you in his arms. He rocks back and forth slightly, putting his face into the crook of your neck and sobbing. “This wasn’t supposed to happen to you,” he mumbles. “You were never meant to feel this kind of pain.”

He stays like this for a moment and then turns his face up to Sebastian. “Nurse Blainey can fix this…right? She has to. (Y/N) has to be okay.”

Sebastian nods. “Yes. If we hurry she’ll be alright.”

Ominis picks you up and Sebastian grabs his wand. The two of them take you back to Hogwarts as quickly and quietly as they can.

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PART 6 PREVIEW

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard."

Header Credit: Me

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst, eventual smut, Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Angst, discussions of weight, discussions of eating disorders, dissociation, mentions of past mental abuse, mentions of past physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, discussions of trauma, anxiety, depression, explicit language, self-doubt, fear of rejection

A/N: We back angels!!

Namjoon sighs as he sits down on the couch, the house filled with silence as everyone slept, the only sound was the clock ticking away. It was late. Just past one in the morning and Namjoon couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning all night, his stress taking a toll on him.

Whilst Hoseok was embarking his investigation of your abusers, Namjoon had started his own. He was determined to find who this inside person was, doing the cover up on your documentations and who knows how many more Hybrids and was proving to be challenging. So far he couldn't find a single thing. Not a single speck of dirt on any of his employees, he was close to hitting a dead end but he refused to give up, hoping that eventually he'll find something.

Anything, even if it was the tiniest bit of evidence. He couldn't let these Hybrids down. He couldn't let you down. He prided himself in protecting and providing for Hybrids in need, built his whole career on it. His whole business. But right now he felt like he was failing. He was angry, ashamed, guilty that he allowed someone so dirty to work for him, allowed them to slip through the security checks he so thoroughly does but clearly not thorough enough.

Namjoon stares at the blank screen of the television, his head quickly turning as he hears a creak of the floor boards before relaxing when he sees the two pairs of doe eyes he's grown to adore so much staring back at his exhausted figure.

"Baby. Princess. What are you two doing up?" He asks quietly, tilting his head as he sees an alphabetical book tight in your grasp, his heart skipping a beat at the pouts on both of your faces. He swore your pout could challenge his youngest boyfriends.

"We could ask you the same Joonie. Little one here, couldn't sleep so she decided to nest with me in hopes it'd help but it didn't so we were going to sit down here so I could teach her how to read." Jungkook explains giving Namjoon a concerned smile.

"I couldn't sleep either Princess, it's okay it happens to us all sometimes. Come here why don't both of us teach you hm?" Namjoon says tiredly letting out a yawn and stretching.

"B-But you're tired. I don't want to be a burden to you. Y-You've been working a lot Namjoonie." You whisper shyly, shuffling in your place. Out of all the boys, Namjoon intimdated you the most. You weren't scared of him. You could never be with how caring he is but he just screamed alpha of the house to you with how much authority he held.

Namjoon all but smiles softly at you, shaking his head as he pats the spot on the couch beside him, inviting you both to join him as he says reassuringly,

"Nonsense. You could never be burden Babygirl, now let's read this book shall we?"

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[angie-long-legs]

25. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

Spill the Tea ☕️

"Uh, killed 'em? Don't get much worse than that!"

In the gritty foundations of his soul, Angel knew this wasn't the right answer. That there was one thing that he would truly never forgive himself for, no matter how long he waited in his eternal punishment to feel the burden of it lift. Of course, Hell wasn't a place where your sins were to be forgotten - more so a place where your sins thrived, and your shameful mistakes weighed heavy on you, unrelenting, for the rest of all time.

"I mean... I guess I did some more... personal shit than just whackin' mobsters.

"I... hurt a friend a' mine. A good friend. Best friend I eva' had, actually. Knew eachotha' since before we could walk or talk or anythin' - she was the neighbours kid, and on our street, everybody knew everybody.

"We grew up togetha', always togetha'. She was... sweet. Quiet, but real goofy once ya got ta know her. Too nice fa her own good. Her mom and dad were neva' around, so when my dad was bein' an asshole I'd camp out at hers, waitin' out the storm, ya know? Or when her parents skipped town fa more than a few nights, she'd come ta mine and my mom would cook a big family dinner so she'd have somethin' ta eat.

"Everyone thought we'd wind up togetha'. My dad was always sayin', "Anthony, yer gonna marry that girl one day!". Told me I was a lucky guy ta have it all come so easily ta me.

"But, uh... gettin' olda', realisin' I was different... I was scared. 'Specially when I started foolin' around with guys, sneakin' out an' gettin' high with fellas way too old fa me. By the time I was eighteen an' had neva' went steady with a girl, my dad was... y'know. Makin' comments, sayin' he ain't havin' a fa.g unda' his roof, threatenin' ta kick me out... I was terrified a' gettin' found out. And... I ain't proud a' how I handled it.

"This girl, my best friend... well, she was inta me - everyone knew it. I, uh, tried ta ignore it, fa the most part. Acted like it wasn't happenin', like I didn't know. Then, one day, I'd had this crazy fight with my dad, I went ta go see her, and... she told me she loved me. And... I dunno, I was a mess, and- and I told her I loved her too. And I did, just... not in the way she wanted. I thought- I thought maybe I would if I just... tried to. Also, I wanted my dad off my back - and he was, like a fuckin' shot. Neva' seen him more proud a' me than when I told him we were goin' together, and I did a lot a' fucked up shit fa that man.

"Think we made it about three or four months before it all went tits up - not that it wasn't doomed from the get-go. I was... fuck, I was shitty. Never wanted ta be around her afta' we started seein' eachother, I felt... pissed every time she tried ta be romantic or whateva'. Like I'd lost a fuckin' friend. And I was still messin' around with guys, tellin' myself I'd quit it and be a good partner or some other bullshit that'd neva' happen. Worst part was she was fuckin' good ta me, the whole time, she was tryin' ta get me ta open up, but... I mean, what was I supposed tell her? That I was a closet queer, a junkie? Even the shit with my family, I dunno how much she actually knew... I couldn't tell her nothin' real.

"Eventually, I got caught out. I'll spare ya the details, but it wasn't pretty. She left and... I never saw her again. Never knew where she went, what happened ta her. But she ain't down here far as I can tell, so I like ta think she made somethin' of herself. Lived a good life. She was smart - a good kid like her, ain't no doubt in my mind she landed on her feet.

"But... yeah, I broke her fuckin' heart. I was selfish, I took advantage of her feelins fa me. I lost the only friend I ever trusted, and if I could change one thing I did up top, ain't no contest. I'd pick that every goddamn time."

[hostilemuppet]

Imagine, during quarentine, you got reaallllllllly into a Netflix show. You heard mixed things about it, people either loved it or hated it, but you decided to check it out and. What do you know! It scratches all the right itches!

Then you start to realise, hey, a loooot of the people in this community are in it because they like the actors and not the story or characters. And thats fine! To each their own! But then these people start to dominate all conversation about the characters. People will ignore what is explicitly stated in the story, because it paints a certain character in a bad light, and that character is played by their favourite actor! They are basically experiencing an entirely different story than you are, and it REALLY gets frustrating once YOUR favourite character is demonised to paint the characters played by their fave actors in a better light, despite THEIR faves not being any better than yours is!

You start to heavily dislike these characters that are always elevated to the tippy top despite not deserving it, and although you don't think they've done anything wrong you resent the actors too! But now that your rose tinted glasses are off. You realise the actors? ARE actually pretty shitty people! Nothing criminal (yet), but they're clearly assholes. You stick to your little corner of the community, and you'd LIKE to ignore them, if it wasn't forced down your throat all the time

Then more and more comes out. One of the lead roles was joking about beating women? The director (who also played the titular character) was grooming minors on Snapchat, and basically everyone on the show stands with him This? This is horrible. You feel sick. You can't support the show anymore. You leave, even though its hard and it took up a large amount of the last couple years of your life, and it hasn't even gotten an ending yet! Its been through development hell for months

You learn through your friends and mutuals who are still watching (albeit not happily. None of them support the cast and crew. But they've come this far, they just need the end) that they FINALLY released the ending, but it is increasingly obvious it was damage control. It shows the groomers character in a positive light, being forgiven by the people he abused while doing nothing to earn it. You feel even sicker

The director goes on to announce a sequel. You doubt it will happen, what with the development hell the first one went through, but you judge anyone who says they plan to join the sequel series. Anyone who willingly works with a groomer isn't worthy of support

After ages of thumb twiddling and empty promises, someone who worked on s1 (and was treated very poorly by fans. Well call him Q) announces hes directing his OWN show. Its important to him, and draws from his upbringing.

Two weeks after the first episode, the old director (well call him D) announces HE is ALSO starting a NEW SHOW! WITH THE SAME PLOT! BUT BETTER! AND HE THOUGHT OF IT FIRST! TOTALLY! BELIEVE HIM GUYS!

And people are pissed. Obviously. Q doesn't say anything himself, he's busy with his new show. But his friends, the cast of his show, make it very clear where they stand on the matter. They don't name D, but they do nothing but praise Q for his ideas, and for doing it first.

All hell eventually breaks loose. People from all corners of Hollywood show up. People you'd never think would be within 50 ft of ANY of this. Everyone takes a side. Most people are on Qs side, but are generally respectful and don't name D at all. The people on Ds side? RANCID. Qs tweets about his own show get derailed to be about Ds, and thats not just fans! From people Q once considered FRIENDS

But thats not to say the fans were angels. They were DEMONS. You say you're proud of what Qs accomplished, WITHOUT mentioning D? They tell you to kill yourself, or how they're going to kill you. There is SO MUCH racism and xenophobia directed at Q. D knows about it. He says something offhand. He doesn't care.

More and more people get involved. Q hasn't acknowledged anything, aside from liking a couple tweets that vaguely refer to whats going on. All of Ds remaining friends are choking on his dick "defending" him. They all immediately get torn to shreds, bc the only people staying with D at this point have just as many skeletons in their glass closets

Thats basically the summary of what im going through rn

[sorcerous-caress]

Could I request some moon poly thoughts on having kids/how they would be with them. I feel like Alyin probably wants kids to pass on her blessing.

This made me go down a rabbit hole of "can aasimar have kids" and the answer is: Yes.

But they won't be an aasimar.

The kid would have some angelic features or holy aura, but the kid would be a human.

I don't think Dame Aylin would seek out having a child, aasimar aren't full people really, they aren't born. They are made.

I don't think their god would encourage them to have dreams or ambitions. She was made specifically by Seluna for a sole purpose. The fact that she even fell in love with Isobel is a miracle.

Unless it was grade A+ manipulation from Seluna but i doubt it....maybe.

Dame Aylin has free will yes, she can want and long for things outside of being an aasimar, but I don't see her doing that for now. To be a full person with dreams, desires and wants is to sin, that would make her fall.

Isobel is literally a cleric of Seluna with a great clear favouritism from the goddess, do you think Aylin would've kept her wings if she had fallen in love with a sharran Isobel instead? Her and Isobel were literally a perfect match that is suspiciously convenient.

Same with polymoon, unless Shadowheart abandoned Shar, then Dame Aylin would immediately fall. Same goes with her and Reader if you happened to stray from what Seluna approves of.

No matter how kind or morally good a god is, they never are on your side. True love or not.

For Isobel, with how much trauma Ketheric put her through and the horrors he has commited in her name, i wouldn't blame her for wanting to avoid children or being a parent at all.

Shadowheart tho, i see her eventually wanting a kid or two. She would be mostly worried if she's capable enough to be responsible for someone's life, but I think she will do just fine. Her father would definitely offer to lend a hand too.

Now in the most perfect and conventional scenario where everyone in polymoon has mommy Seluna's stamp of approval. The answer is yes.

Dame Aylin and Isobel would want to make you and Shadowheart happy, so they would agree with having kids if you two really want it.

Isobel might advise against using her genes because of the whole history of the Thorm family. She'd greatly encourage using Aylin's tho.

[fourtyfourcatss]

୨⎯ "for @toyafreethoughts" ⎯୧

PART 2

✯ you are delightful company to keep- not just in malleus’ bright eyes, but also in those of his fellow diasomnia classmates. i can see that one mulan scene occurring:

malleus: "would you like to stay for dinner?"

lilia: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!"

(almost) everyone else: LILIA!

✯ the most random bullshit will happen when the two of you are together. sometimes its because of grimm, sometimes its because of bad luck, somehow you give that feeling that you’re the type of person who gets stuck into bad situations often, half of which is your fault for breaking the rules, and half of which is someone else’s, accidentally stepping into the mess because of grimm and the others

✯ malleus finds it refreshing to be by you. he does not mind the loudness you describe, or how your emotions may be displayed in ways he cannot fully comprehend. but, he is observant. though he is no detective like akechi, his ability to empathize and willingness for communication and tolerance is on par with the words of a masterful mediator. when he does speak, it is only honesty that echoes through his words. you do not need to think hard to understand what his words mean. he does not dumb you down because of your mental diagnoses either, and expects a lot from you. dont worry! a relationship with malleus means good pressure and anticipation— he motivates you with his abilities and ambition.

✯ your sense of adventure and attitude endears many of your friends in the cast, but it is especially malleus that is affected. you remind him of all the good humans have, despite flaws, being capable of so much charity and care. the only other human he is so close with is silver, and you are not like him at all after the initial stage of distance! many can see him softening up physically and verbally the slightest bit near you to make you feel more comfortable. he’s like a prince, truly, researching into counterparts of things you enjoyed back on earth that exists here in wonderland to gift you, asking his friends for advice regarding getting close to you at first. he’s a very calming soul, and matching some of what you’ve said, the relationship itself feels so peaceful and intimate. even with the rolling boulders and sentient armor chasing after the two of you. yep yep 👍🏻 malleus is here to save the day! (again) though, i have no doubt you would’ve been able to escape the situation eventually by yourself.

✯ the two if you go out often during the night for dates and late night shopping! i can see the two of you getting warm boba during the winter, walking around food markets and tasting the snacks. eventually, it gets very cold despite that! so malleus bundles you in his own scarf and casts some magic to heat the two of you up by touching him (he milks the most affection out of anything he can find lol). particularly, he really likes holding your hands. do you wear nail polish? he likes the way it feels when he touches them. not only that, black is both his dorm color and an important color in gothic fashion. isnt it a good suggestion of color?

✯ avid listener to you. he talks more often with you than even lilia, but all the same, he is less of a talker and more of a listener. he likes the way that you laugh and watching your reactions to different things. malleus’ chuckles are hard to come by - his smiles arent - but his laughter is. its like a reward daunting on you when you hear it, a downright angelic laughter. it makes everything you do so so worth it. if you invite him for a movie night, bet that he would be able to pay attention to both at once, so the two of you can talk about the movie together afterwards. he definitely lets you touch the horns.

✯ he can solve 90% of your problems, and that’s exactly what he does when you allow him to. he just wants to see you happy and secure in life, and that extends to when you leave NRC…

✯ sad endings are overrated though, so the two of you have a mirror that can take each other to the other persons world. who gave it to you? just pretend im there and found this magical artifact on accident and gave it to you two 😼 whatever actions the two of you take next, you will always find each other’s lives interwoven. your time together comes back to him in winter harshly, washed over by the snow. whatever time he spent with you and will spend with you must feel idyllic, like the freedom of cold wind sweeping through the skies.

✯ she lovesss coddling you, moreso in words of affirmation and physical affection, in exchange for your care and attention. out of everyone on your list, she and V are most likely the most touched from your characteristics and values. as i get to know you better, i start to think that for mystic messenger V might quite honestly be the better pick between him and jumin. since she cant truly embrace you, she hooks an arm around your shoulders or neck instead, and practically drapes herself on you lol. everyone is pretty strong in the DWMA, so of course you can bring her around! i feel like she’d also break some protocol and sneak into your bag in her cat form in order to stay by you lol. and you let it happen, because its ok, even if stein punishes the two of you

✯ she’s a bit of a prideful person, and you’re a very charming person, so she definitely likes showing you off to the other witches and people she knows well. its a brag— look who i managed to pull! not only that, your senses of fashion are both very darker toned, which means a lot of correlating outfits.

✯ as a witch, puppetry is a topic she is very accustomed to. other things in your hobbies that involves more motion like dancing is something she is very passionate towards. are you on the school’s team? she’ll watch allll your games and wear your jerseys! not only that, she also enjoys shopping and parties! it really helps that you’re an extrovert, so she doesnt feel like shes dragging a reluctant lover around and feel bad! your determination really inspires her, and the fact that you’re spouse material does not help in how she becomes clingy with you in the mornings! she’s going to steal all the sweets you bake and eat all the food you’ve cooked. having heritage in so many cultures, i’m guessing you have a plethora of knowledge in different kinds of dishes! she really enjoys that, and becomes a truly spoiled cat.

✯ this man right here plays the hell around before actually starting to do anything with you at all. not only that, he’s a bit of a tsundere. good thing you’re patient, because this man is making you wait. he himself is a ghost, so time runs differently for him. in his gaze, you have already lost (you won)

✯ this is the other bantering relationship — the two of you have legendary back and forths, qi rong throwing together vulgar responses on the spot while you use your vocabulary to destroy each other. when you get verbally aggressive because of his provocation reaching too close, he didnt expect you to get that riled up. he had expected you to be reluctantly tolerant at first like that fucker xie lian, but, you really werent kidding when you said you’re confrontational like this. he thinks its attractive in all honesty.

✯ that aside, you are a very helpful hand that he has always needed — and while he dislikes it, he also appreciates your optimism — its something he has lost in the many years he has been alive. not only os a good for him, children should not be raised in such a hostile environment like he already put guzi in, even this ancestor already knows. you’ll be a good model for both him and guzi to follow. especially in fucking hygiene and dressing, he needs a shower, i just know it, especially with the raining blood.

✯ i think you guys would be traveling buddies, hopping from place to place. theres always a question that pops up here and there on your journey; can ghosts truly be good people?

they can they can, of course they can

✯ lowkey, this relationship does not start well (anything with belphie never does). he murders you (tf) and tension is still high, but very slowly, you wiggle into his heart the same way you did to the others.

✯ most of the time he just sort of basks in your presence, maybe using your shoulder or your lap. he’s sleepy all the time, so he gets agitated quickly. you do this thing called the jax effect in which you calm him down and relax him just by being near him, maybe holding his hands or stroking his hair. the way it is described makes it more akin to relaxing a pet or a child, but dont worry, its nothing like that. many of your interactions are very emotionally charged because of how the both of you are. many of your dates just consists of the two of you lying in bed or just somewhere inside his or your rooms together doing your more calmer hobbies. he’s definitely up for walking around from time to time, mostly to make you happy 😃 drag him around while you’re out and dont feel bad, he likes you talking his ears off. for how tired he seems, hes always able to recount all your words and the like.

✯ mainly its your sense of humor that makes him stay. he loves how outspoken you are, your mischievousness and slightly rebellious streak. bel will not be able to stand someone who allowed people to walk over them like a carpet, even if its from time to time. he’s one of the seven lords of hell— as long as you are with him, you are nigh untouchable by others. only by way of curses and the shit you and his brothers get in is he left more helpless. but yes, he gets very happy around you, even snuffling his giggling from time to time. he especially would like you if you have the guts to go against lucifer and stand your ground. he doesnt want to take a lover who he must be fragile with; someone like you is perfect, who also gives him room to grow and learn about you as a person. he can trust you.

✯ of everyone’s futures she sees, yours hurt the most. but, it isnt about that right now.

✯ aponia adores every aspect of you. she is a woman easily endeared by your bold personality, yet you seem to be embarrassed very easily sometimes. gossip? she finds that cute instead - you just want to know things occurring around you, not to actively spread any malevolent information, isnt it? not only that, you seem to get amped up sometimes; shes the perfect balance to settle you down! especially when you’re feeling tired or down, she knows all the ways to help you feel better, only partially to do with her abilities.

✯ spends every moment she can to really take in all of you. i think the two of you align very well in personality, and she can easily understand what you are going through and offer aid. she’s definitely got killer moves too, and i think she would love collecting figurines or stuffed animals with you together— if she ever gets some limited edition figure when you did not, she will give them to you!! ceaselessly! dont try to decline, she insists that her collection also is yours. she likes to do that cheek nuzzling thing, or rubbing your back ❥ having her as your partner, you truly must have done more than a hundred major good deeds in your past life.

✯ she’s definitely got some painting skills. i can see the two of you drawing together under the shade on the patio, or getting clay stained on your shirt. the smell of romance is like spring in this manner, petrichor, clean laundry. i can see your parents very much approving her. out of all of the matchups, aponia is definitely the favorite for your parents. nobody can truly hate her unless its out of envy.

✯ of course the two of you bake together! cooking, baking, sharing secret recipes over the countertops and swiping the flour from your cheeks. you two bake a lot of bread together, milk bread, sourdough; a lot of excess sweets is set to a side to cool, to bring to your friends and neighbors later.

✯ unfortunately, i’m not that caught up for genshin yet for his lore too, so i hope i characterized him properly!

✯ i feel like in genshin you’d have a hydro or pyro vision, both very complimentary to work with his cryo, just like how your dynamic would be blended in softly with one another. i think the two of you starts out as close friends, the type where he thinks of you slightly as a little brother figure, but in the type of way the best i could describe to be a younger friend calling someone older brother or sister in korean&chinese. someone who he is open to give guidance to. as the wheel of romance starts turning, i would liken him to be quite flustered at this development based on your character.

✯ wriothesley is an immensely chilled person, humble, persuasive, observant. his dynamic with you would be like aponia’s, however with other developments attuned to the two of you specifically. for example, he would delight in sharing teatime with you, the baked goods you have made serving as a small powerup for his mood! not only that, mornings will be spent in calming ease. wriothesley seems like the type to wake up early by accident, and many times the two of you stay under the blankets until duty calls.

✯ what strikes him immediately when he first met you was of your treatment to the melusine. the catalyst of his own amiability towards them was of their displays of kindness when he needed them most. so whenever he sees someone like you, he gets slightly curious. the way you keep his attention, is with the different way you seem to go about things and interactions. looking at you sucking in a breath before approaching your next target is, by heavens, very wholesome to watch.

✯ he likes running his hands through your hair. it just feels right to say. does your love for the cold weather and drinks apply to pleasant coldness in general? wriothesley naturally runs cold, and hopes you dont mind it when he holds your hand. normally, he takes bis gauntlet off to do so, but perhaps it is still a bit too much…

✯ while he finds not much enjoyment in seeing the arts, he loves your creativity and making art with you. knowing the languages and instruments you’ve learnt, he enjoys the process rather than the results. he wants to know anything at all you would want to share.

if it isnt too much to ask, what vision do you think i would have?

✯ the most wholesome pairing award goes towards this matchup! this is another one where im not too confident in in terms of writing, aone and you give off childhood friends vibes, with you stepping in to voice his opinion whenever he pulls back to avoid more conflict. usually, by the time you finish speaking, the other party is deterred because of your passion instead of being riled up by it, leaving no furthered argument to be held. aone admires this greatly, since you make sure it stops there. i think he’ll balance out your fervor too, with his presence comes a presence of calm that grounds you before you spitfire at the other person.

✯ his friends definitely tease him about how he managed to date you! cmon, an expressionless brick of a man somehow got a lover before them! how is this possible? what is your wisdom, great aone?? not only that, the two of you look a tad bit comedic together if they compare the two of you in their minds, but standing next to each other in reality, it doesnt look so bad!

✯ at first the two of you are both shy, but because you seem like you both want to know one another better, it gives off a more flustering and endearing aura with the way the two of you interact. you warm him up with your energy, and the two of you get along well! i would think the two of you are the type to sort of sign up for cooking classes together for the first date OR working together in home economics, and become hyper-focused while collaborating. the dish turns out amazing in the end! the two of you high five with both hands in satisfaction. that’s the best way i can describe this relationship, filled with floating happiness and contentment. especially if you make him sweet chestnut paste!

✯ playing volleyball????? you play volleyball?? and other sports?? he’s so delighted on the inside. please practice with him when you can! getting some advice from someone you can trust really does feel very different than just regular tips.

✯ this works out. it definitely does. i know you have patience, and that definitely applies to when you love someone too. you are like the light he sees at the end of the tunnel, who blazes in and shoots away at the evils that plagues his mind. not only are you of character to help him immensely with your thoughts and values, everything turns his emotions over into turmoil. your presence disrupts that into rest, a dissipating tempest.

✯ he is absolutely an annoyance with his fixation on rika. he’s probably compared everyone with rika at one point, and is reminded of his guilt. timid, fainthearted, and too loyal, he knows his shortcomings well and thinks you deserve better than what he can give you. and he is right, for the present. as of now, he cannot give you anything worthwhile, but his own existence is something worthwhile to you. often times, its annoying that he burdens himself without telling others. how could he? as a friend you help him turn his gaze into getting better instead, and with your words, show him how communication is so important. alright enough about fixing him.

✯ v finds you to be a charming individual. he feels very lucky to be surrounded with people who are different, yet all hold compassionate hearts— especially you. one day, he will open his heart again for you to take, and he knows you’ll be gentle with it. that said, you are very different otherwise from the others. he is worried about your shyness during the parties, but you have done well, and as you invite them again and grow closer, relations are better than ever!

✯ he also has always held a distinct love for the creative arts; especially your likes for photographing pretty things. he wants to understand your emotion and character through the art you create, and is very proactive in support you through your hobby. at one point he decides to try out painting himself as a way of sorting through his emotions with your aid. he likes keeping some of your sketches with him near his breastpocket. the two of you led a very long and happy life after all the drama and the pain, carving a road together for the future you deserve together.

[viadangelo]

➵  BASICS

NAME: Via D'Angelo GOES BY: V, Via. AGE / D.O.B. 3rd March, 1971 [ 53 yo ] FACECLAIM: Carla Gugino GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cisfemale. Bi. HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, CA. CURRENTLY: Brooklyn, NY. AFFILIATION: Syndicate. JOB POSITION: Retired Performer. Now Falcon. EDUCATION: High School Diploma RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Always single, if asked. CHILDREN: One. ➵ Hanna D'Angelo, 30, estranged.

➵  TRAITS

POSITIVE: Charismatic, conscientious, vivacious, imaginative, witty. NEGATIVE: Callous, compulsive, hedonistic, grim, cynical.

➵  BIOGRAPHY

Round and round, up and down. It's always a trick; a ploy; a deception. From every sharp knife thrown at a spinning wheel, to every saw through a box, to the famous Houdini and his masterful escapes. Everyone hears about the stories, not everyone has been witness. Reading it in the news the next day, is never the same as seeing the colour of blood freshly painted across skin. Knowing that everyone walks away unscathed is different to seeing it happen. Magic is always better seen, than believed. Product of an affair, Via was the bastard child of some Hollywood exec. An evening with too many drinks slammed; an Italian restaurant; a Thursday night. Something like that. Los Angeles was rife with unattainable standards, pretty woman, men, and too many vices in all the wrong pockets. By the eighties, D'Angelo's was a decrepit shell of a restaurant, it started with mass inflation. Expenses that put prices up that even the elite were refusing to pay. And the elite that stayed the elite, were the rising stars of the red carpets. The extravagance and elegance that was heavily in others' favours. Via's family were on the poverty line. And outside the doors, the outlandish scenes of LA thrived. It was magical, and it was a wistful dream to want to be one of them. A child turned teenager, rogue in the wilderness of the concrete jungle navigated her way into the backdoors of a theatre on one early evening. Adi Rosselli was in town, a magician that had the ears of all who mattered. He had Via's ear too, and her eyes when she peered from the corner of a packed theatre to witness the magic. As the children's books say, magic can change lives. It changed Via's. It changed D'Angelo's. One conversation. One break in. One door fumbled into with a hairpin. One good shot. Via swindled her way in, a second assistant. Rosselli already had one. One too many, most would comment. Years pass. Via spends her nights on the edge of death, and delight. She earns prestige, maybe as the pretty face; dolled up to look nice. But, eventually, it's something. It's steady and she learns everything. Cards, tricks, positions, how to make it look deceptive. The first tragedy was the vanishing act; it was so magical, it was real. One assistant again. Adi, confused, shocked - doubtful of his performances was comforted by a enthusiastic D'Angelo earning a name at his side. A tragedy could not stop it. A decade passes, Adi starts talking retirement. Via, still energetic with life, and a taste of the elite in LA as Rosselli talks about his final tour. They end in New York. It's the end of so many things. And the beginning of something more. She knows all the acts; the secrets; the whispers, the timings. The sleight of hand of the close up specialty. It took time, it took bruises, it took flesh, and broken parts. But, when Rosselli retired, Via D'Angelo began her solo act. That was the beginning of the end. She was not Adriel Rosselli, and she had aged beyond the standards of expectation. The elegance, grace and the exuberance that LA had taught her. New York was a ballgame she barely knew how to play. But she stayed. She had too. Where else would she pick up and go - back? To hear the rumours, and the whispers of the past greatness of Rosselli. No. Never. So, she got creative. Performed in smaller, nicher places where whispers had value. They meant something; they had names; prices attached. She could bet, and win against her card tricks, play the fool, the smart, the magician. Eventually, it struck someone; a Syndicate initiate, and then another and Via had a talent for deception that rivalled plenty actresses; smiles were dangerous. She could be anyone. But Via D'Angelo was anyone but the man who'd given her the taste of a life she was still chasing.

➵  CONNECTIONS

ADRIEL "ADI" ROSSELLI | MAGICIAN. MARC GILLESPIE | FATHER SARA D'ANGELO | MOTHER, deceased. PAOLO D'ANGELO | STEP-FATHER, deceased. GIOVANNI D'ANGELO | OLDER BROTHER, missing. HANNA D'ANGELO | DAUGHTER, estranged.

➵  HEADCANONS

Eats fruit off a butterfly.

Watch one's pockets. Wallets; watches; documents. It's a clever sleight of hand vanishing act.

One of her favourite throwing knives, often always on her person, she’s named Hecate.

Via had every part to do with Rosselli's assistant's accident. Sharing the spotlight had no longer been her angle. Incident of the vanishing act was '97.

Rosselli's final tour was in 2014, she has been in NYC since.

Shot some movies in her past, silver screen if someone asks. But don't ask.

Her daughter Hanna was a sad accident with another performer on a night in LA. She put Hanna into the system. Her career had no room for children; pregnancy almost ended it more than once. She got no information besides notification of her adoption. She doesn't know her daughter's new family name. Or where she is now. It is probably better that way.

Had on and off flings, never a relationship in any meaningful sense of the word. Performer lifestyle practically dictates illicit acts, vices and dalliances. But never committal.

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𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 -

sienna king, born in linden, tenessee, took an interest in music early on. her mother often told stories of how she was restless in the womb, only settling down when music was playing. from the moment she could talk sienna took to standing in her living room with her minnie mouse cassette player singing along with shania twain and the like. similar to most kids she tried other things - art, sports, ballet - but music was her passion, and anyone who met her knew it.

at a glance, sienna lived a picture-perfect life. although her parents never married, they seemed happy enough until seemingly out of nowhere the two split, sienna’s mom ripping their daughter away at the ripe age of ten. her mother claimed her father was unfaithful while he maintained that she was going through a quarter-life crisis, but whatever the case the rest of sienna's childhood would be spent torn between the two of them - the majority of her time spent with her mother at her new home in knoxville while summers were reserved for her father back in linden.

𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 -

it’s difficult for any child to be split between two parents, but sienna never let it stop her from doing what she loved. she tried out for every school musical, every talent show, and during high school, she got a gig performing at a neighborhood restaurant over the weekends. it wasn't glamorous and it cut into her free time, but she was gaining popularity among the locals in her area, and it was this little taste of her dreams coming true that drove her. it wasn’t just a passing phase, and if anyone ever doubted that they would soon be proven wrong.

she continued her gig at that hole in the wall restaurant after graduation, and eventually it seemed to pay off. shortly after graduation she was discovered by her record label and everything was up from there. her first single debuted on the country music charts, and her forward trajectory continued with her debut album. by twenty-one years old she was a recognizable figure. even if you didn’t like country music it was almost impossible to avoid hearing the name sienna king.

𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑦𝑒 -

fame isn’t always shiny, and no amount of rehearsal can prepare a person to have their privacy ripped away. a few years into her career she moved to los angeles, only to be labeled as a sellout by fans in her hometown. it stung to be criticized for trying to do what was best for herself and it didn't stop there; any party she went to was public knowledge, and private conversations were no longer private, instead sold to tabloids for a quick buck. sienna was learning about the dark side of fame the hard way.

her fans and critics had been as invested as ever with the birth of her first public relationship. he was a fellow musician and it was a modern day cliche, starting with the two flirting on social media. things seemed to progress rather quickly and within the first year they were married with wedding pictures plastered in magazines and on instagram for the world to see. they were attractive people who had the kind of relationship most people dreamed of and it seemed to help both of their careers tremendously. no one ever stopped to wonder if things were happening too fast, too caught up in the modern love story to think twice.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 -

for five years sienna and her husband were the picture of wedded bliss. all of their marital problems were kept private, like mother like daughter. nobody knew about the therapy sessions that started three years in, or the fact that they had slept in separate rooms for the last two years of their marriage. on social media they were still #couplegoals.

seemingly out of nowhere it all came crashing down with a divorce announcement that came as a shock to everyone, even her own husband according to the tabloids. all at once the speculation started. 'inside sources' claimed she had been unfaithful, while others claimed it was, in fact, he who had broken their wedding vows. there were stories, rumors, and little half-truths twisted in a way that the media does so well.

while the truth was that maybe things had just happened too quickly, it didn't stop her ex-husband from painting her as a villain. her career took a massive hit and for a while it seemed she might never recover until she decided to take matters into her own hands, releasing her side of the story with her newest EP.

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 -

after months of back and forth about who would get the house it was eventually sold. for the first time in years, her parents seemed to agree on something, urging her to move back to tennessee, but the truth was that sienna had grown to love los angeles and her career was better than ever. she relocated to a new neighborhood and bought her dream home, (and a dog). her life is back on track for the first time since her marriage and she couldn't be happier. how long can it last?

𝑜𝑜𝑐 -

hello! my name is mars and i am really excited to interact with you all! i'll be adding more if i think of anything, but for now i just wanted to introduce myself a little and if you have any plot ideas or just want to chat you can find me on the discord!