#but yeah nooooo children for those two

[inkykeiji]

not sure if youve been asked this but what if dabi gets his stepsister pregnant ? will the be full on committed ?

hi hi!! so i’ve talked about touya-nii + reader not ever wanting children (as well as not being fit to be parents for several different reasons) here, here, and here, and thus if they were to get pregnant, the decision to have an abortion would be instant and unanimous, and performed as soon as physically possible.

[multiverseeee]

incorrect mikaelson quotes

Freya: Alright, you need to apologise to Finn.

Niklaus: okay.. fine, unfuck you or whatever

Elijah: I swear they are children. The fuck? 

--------------------------------------------------

Rebekah: HE HIT ME!

Kol: NO I DID NOT? 

Niklaus: YOU DID KOL. I SAW

Kol: YOU WEREN’T IN THE ROOM?? 

Elijah: Children. HUSH

Rebekah: Fuck off Kol.

Kol: What? No, you fuck off.

Niklaus: OI. Kol stop being rude to rebekah.

Elijah: I’m giving up. Fuck my life.

*Freya walks in*

Freya: ALRIGHT. ENOUGH ALL OF YOU SLEEP *casts Ad Somnum* Finally. Peace and quiet.

---------------------------------------------------

Hope(10): Erm Auntie Freya??

Freya: Yes Hope??

Hope (10): What’s sex?

Freya: *chokes on drink* HUH? What? Why do you want to know?? Who told you about it?

Hope(10): Uncle Kol..

Freya: Okay, give your Auntie Freya a moment yeah? *Freya storms away shouting* Kol you are DEAD!

--------------------------------------------------

Freya: You had ONE job.

Finn: THEY ARE MONSTERES!! THEY GOT DRUNK AND CHASED ME FOR 3 HOURS!?

Elijah: *slurring his words* NoOoOo we didn’t..

Niklaus: *falling onto the floor* ExactlyYyY we didn’t *cough cough* he screams like a girllll *cough cough* 

Freya: NIK?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? 

--------------------------------------------------

Rebekah: *walks in* Heyyyy Freya...

Freya: Oh god. What have you done bekah?? 

Rebekah: I..might of had hope shove a prank spell into Kols room.. and he’s going to be here in a minute... Can you hide both of us??

Freya: Are you kidding me?? You know what? Fine.. *casts a spell hiding both Rebekah and Hope*

Kol: *storms in* REBEKAH GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCK!!

Elijah: *walks in* OI FAKE WITCH BODIER!! DO NOT INSULT REBEKAH!! 

Niklaus: KOL. Leave Rebekah and Hope alone. 

Kol: FREYA! Did you have something to do with, Where those two went? Hmm? 

Freya: Kol. I have no idea what you are on about, so leave, go look for them.

Kol: *walking out* FINE! 

Freya: *lightly giggles letting the spell down* You guys might want to run.. 

Niklaus: *chuckles* Go!! run before Kol realises

Elijah: *smiles* Go to my office, hide there!

[m00nj3w3l]

No one asked, but I thought it was funny so here's my friend's assumptions and comments about the DMMD men from yesterday's morning:

(Aoba)

Me:"Ok here we go. Ultimate Gayboy. Blue hair and pronouns. What are your thoughts."

Her:"Aside from being Ultimate Gayboy he looks like he speaks in a stupidly high pitched tone and all *clicks tongue and goes aaaaahhhhh*. Softboy who probably uses children's perfume."

Me:"NOOOOO SHWTYSFGSHGGG"

(Noiz)

Me:"Ok he's a fan favourite AND I think he'd be your type since he's malnutrioned, a loser, and obviously autistic."

Her:"........He looks like he came out of 2020's Dream era. Fucking Minecraft Youtubers type of shit. He acts like an asshole, probably bullies you, then goes home and watches My Little Pony."

Me:"FUCK LMAOOOO"

Her:"AM I WRONG?? LOOK AT HIM!!!"

Me:"NONO YOU'RE SO RIGHT ACTUALLY"

(Koujaku)

Me:"Ahhh my favourite repressed bisexual let's go."

Her:"Good Lord he's there for the fanservice. Straight up. Fucking edgy man with the dark backstory; LOOK AT THE FUCKING SCARS COME ONNNN, THE DARK FRINGEEEE; is cold and distant and all that."

Me:"LMAO you're like. Right abt the backstory but he's a softie. Like the softest of the bunch. He was my fist fav cus he's so down bad for Aoba and utterly pathetic HAHA"

Her:"Ok I like him a bit more now."

(Clear)

Her:"What the fuck is that why does he have a mask."

Me:"Do you want to see him without it?"

Her:"Yeah please he looks like Einstein with that thing on."

Me: *swipes* "Here"

Her:"....Put the mask back on please."

Me:"HUH???"

Her:"He scares me!!! His eyes look vampiric. That green little scarf is a crime against humanity. Is he wearing women's clothing why are the buttons on his shirt and the one on his coat on opposite sides."

Me"I didn't like him either at first then he became a fav so trust me."

Her:"You're not gonna change my opinion."

Me:"I bawled like a baby at the end of his route."

Her:"I'm so scared."

(Mink)

Her:"Ok this man has a daughter full stop cus there's NO WAY a dude that looks as threatening as this wears a colorful bracelet like that if not for his kid. Beats people up then goes home to his daughter and plays tea party with her drinking from those toy cups (there's no tea in them just water), and getting his nails painted by her, and if you tell him anything about that he'll cry."

Me:"God how I wish it was like that man."

(Sei)

Her:"....That's a dude?"

Me:"Yeah."

Her:"Ok he's a trans guy for sure. The black straps poking out from his shirt are from his binder. The gloves with the skull hands are offensive and I can tell this game's old even just from those, and I HATE the layered choker."

Me:"What??? I love his outfit!!!"

Her:"It's not bad, it's just that either there's a mess going on behind his neck, or he made that choker out of a belt and is now suffocating."

Me:"I find the fucking Fedora hat more offensive if I'm being honest"

Her:"Fair enough."

(Ren) (I refused to tell her about the dog thing.)

Her:"(About his human Rhyme form) What the fuck? Is he a Pokémon? What is that?"

Me:"Wait hold on lemme show you his other look (the one in Sei's body)"

Her: *long, exagerrated sigh* "....Smash."

Me: *hysterical laughing fit ensuses*

(Vitri)

Her:"(About Virus) What the hell is that hair please tell me it's tied up and not styled like that for real."

Me:"Huh..."

Her:"Anyway he's a snobby cunt who probably went to private school thanks to daddy's money and brags about it. Probably calls people slurs."

Me:"JAHYSFGSDFJHHHDHG. Ok here's his friend. No, they aren't twins. (Shows Trip)"

Her:"......Ok, he scares me, and that outfit is ugly as fuck. These two look like they go to a tailor to get their outfits done personally just to show how rich and posh they are."

(Mizuki)

Her:"He's cute, but he looks like he'd be a member of BTS in 2015-2016. Look at him and tell me you don't hear the 'FIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAYYYAREEEEEEE OOOOEEEEEOOOOO' playing."

Me:"LMAOOOO YEAH..."

Her:"Anyway. He acts all tough, talks a lot of shit but probably gets his ass handed to him on a daily basis then cries about it. A bit of a loser."

Me:"YEAH ACTUALLY HE'S THE FIRST ONE TO GET INVOLVED IN SHIT ACTUALLY SO"

Her:"SEE???"

[ragnar0c]

On my other socials, my main thing was my OCs for my project Mage Prophecies.

About this girl, Mio, who was a reincarnation of a goddess. And she tries to learn more about the past incarnations. She learns wonders and many many HORRORS.

*old art*

I like thinking about her story, OoS, and the parallels between them. So brain rot about the Etrian Odyssey OC vs Mage Prophecies OC pairs I think of.

Hana and Mio

Teen girls plagued by the HORRORS! Hana is haunted by the future, Mio is haunted by the past. They are both seen as little outcasts who want fame and renown. Both had really lonely childhoods and long for friends. But that's all they have in common really.

Hana is... Very standoffish...! If someone doubts her, she will hold a grudge! Mio is super friendly! If someone doubts her she gets determined to prove them wrong... but will always be kind!

Hana wants friends but rejects/doesn't acknowledge kindness toward her for while. Mio wants friends and tries to desperately make them by making a RELIGION ABOUT IT. Become one of her sect members! You'll be her family!

They seem like opposites, but they really do have a similar motive--

If they met: Hana would think Mio was weird for calling herself a goddess but would be swayed by Mio's whimsy and interest in her. (Like everyone in Mio's story)

~~~

Alope and Mel

Mel is a supporting character in Mage Prophecies! She's like the protector in Mio's party, which the ability to form hologram shields to protect them. She can spawn a wall of protection as will but still gets her shit rocked running into danger!!!

SoooooOooo Alopecore!

These two are based off similar characters. Tbh it's hard to differentiate them until I realized one HUGE difference. Alope is poor, and Mel is filthy FILTHY RICH. LIKE WEALTHY FAMILY.

So. Alope goofs up like in chapter 1 and she is treated so (Hana shows disapproval). But MEL? EVERYONE WANTS THE GOOD WORD WITH HER. They clap and say she did a great job and it goes to her head. She is like Alope if no one around her STOPPED HER. (Tho eventually she does get told off)

Mel is pretty friendly, but initially (also subtly) condescends Mio before warming up to her. Also. Given her noble history, she tends to be a bit biased in politics, siding with the king of the country just bc she knows him. She's naive. But she's the type of noble who learns to understand and protect those in her domain.

Alope is also friendly! And also.. condescends the main chara (Hana) not so subtly. But unlike Mel she is more flexible with her views bc she's not constantly being praised. Alope's arc is... much different from Mel's.

Mel is actually more naive than Alope. Blah blah Alope lore I haven't gotten into but Alope's cheery nature is sometimes feigned while Mel's is genuine all the time. She'd be a little jealous of Mel.

But personality wise. Their similarities are super uncanny...

Main characters: plotting something elaborate

Alope/ Mel: So what if I run head first into it?

Main charas: what. The HELL. GET BACK HERE???

If they met: it'd be at a bar. Alope would say something utterly ridiculous and when Hana would glare at her, Mel would turn around and say...

"Nooooo, don't get embarrassed. You are soooooo funny!"

Next shot they are making out in an alleyway.

~~~

Ignis and Lady Micah

Lady is an antagonist in Mage Prophecies. Not a villain, but she intends to stop Mio from roaming around so freely via banishing her.

She's cold. Heartless even to children, her own unintentionally.

She is. The opposite of Ignis. Yet she's one of the only characters that's an older adult in Mio's story. She and Ignis are around the same age (44+)

I think its funny they're so opposite. Maybe as I aged my view of adults changed?? Bc Lady and every Mage Prophecies adult is so... strange and evil. Meanwhile I made Ignis recently and... he is strange and good. Yeah. He might not like what the youngins in his guild do.... but he sees why and will still protect them. LADY??? SHE SENT MIO OFF TO FIGHT UNDEADS... ALSO SENT HER DAUGHTER WITH MIO??? TO PROVE A POINT AND SCARE THEM??

If they met: Ignis would REALLY HATE LADY. She is gaslight gatekeep girlboss and he is just a chivalrous man.

I've joked about the adults in OoS jumping the Mage Prophecies ones bc they are BONKERS AND ACT UNREAL (but that's why I love them).

It's a neat way to develop both sets of characters outside of canon.... thinking about their reactions. Another part comparing Tank and Enid to MP ocs will come too! Enid and Tank (and even ignis) dont have straight comparisons... Enid in particular is similar to like 3 characters and Tank is similar to a bunch as well! I'll have to pick which ones are the most humorous/interesting/ like them!

Anyway, my MP ocs are dear to me, but currently reworking them and... if I get back into them I'll probably post them on a side blog!

[thatringboy]

God am I obsessed with the Wrong Origin drabble you made

Everyone else knows things they should not. Meanwhile, Lae’zel and Astarion are just good people now against their will

And yeah it’s silly but it’s also showing just how much Tav impacts the story. When they’re not there, there is a whole that needs to be filled. It can be the other Origins or someone like Halsin to an extent, but who deciphered Astarion’s scars? Who taught Gale that his pursuit of Mystra was so toxic? Who sought out Wyll on the shore to keep him company? Who listened to Shadowheart’s discoveries of the world around her? Who was the Good Cop to Lae’zel’s Bad Cop? Tav is the main character, they can’t just be gone

And now we’ve taken it a step further. They’re not just gone, they used to exist and now they don’t. There is a footprint, a hole, a noticeable absence that nobody can pinpoint! Who is it?! Who introduced Karlach to Dammon?! Who stopped Wyll from violating his morals?!

And the question remains: how do we get that person back?

Nooooo it was just a silly little drabble don’t read too deep into it—

But honestly? It was so easy to blame Wyll.

His good-doer attitude must have been rubbing off via tadpole magic, that must be why Astarion went out of his way to edit and compliment the little Tiefling boy’s hand-written story about him. Young Mirkon was a stupid child, for sure, but he had talent with eyeing valuables and spinning a narrative. All of those children did, Astarion’s undead heart swelled thinking of all the mischief they would get into in the city. He was glad he invested in their future prospects.

Wait— What the Hells was he thinking?! He was the great vampire spawn Astarion! He shouldn’t be getting emotional over some random kids, he should be focusing on getting this tadpole out of his head! He needed to distance himself from Wyll, that goody two-shoes Warlock was making him act a fool in the worst way possible.

The wine was dry and sour, but everyone was too busy celebrating their victory against the goblins to pay attention. Or maybe the bottle Astarion has was just a bad batch. It’d happened before. He had noticed Wyll had snuck off before the festivities began, most likely not wanting the refugees to see his new devilish look. Astarion felt a little bit of pity for him, but also found himself admiring how he bravely stood up to Mizora to protect Karlach. If Astarion focused, he could almost imagine someone doing the same for him…

Another preposterous thought. The tadpoles were really messing with him now. He needed to focus on enjoying the party and maybe finding someone to curl up with for the night. Halsin was certainly his type and a glimmer in the elf’s eye told Astarion that he was as experienced as he looked. Yet, Halsin also looked like the type to linger too long after a nightly escapade. Astarion didn’t do clingy. Lae’zel was eager, but too eager. Best to leave her in pursuit of Wyll like she had mentioned earlier. Shadowheart? No, definitely not. Gale was promising, but with the magic bomb in his chest? Probably not the safest option. And Karlach wasn’t even an option with that Infernal Engine in her chest. So who did that leave? Astarion felt himself hoping someone would come find him at his tent and proposition him, but who?

In the end, Astarion spent the night by himself, contemplating his place in the universe and wondering why fate had set him on this path.

He laid himself down in his tent and stared at the stars through a small opening in the fabric. He could only see a few through the pinhole, but they looked beautiful. Beautiful, what a profound word that was. Just outside his tent, there were drunk tieflings and snoozing bards and tadpole-ridden idiots that Astarion would have never agreed to team up with in the first place if he had the choice, but here he was. Staring at the same sky as the rest of them.

He didn’t need to sleep, and it was still odd to rest the entire night, but he did close his eyes and allow himself to meditate. He felt the tingle of the sun peak through his tent and opened his eyes, feeling somehow more refreshed than he’d ever felt in damn near two hundred years.

Astarion stretched not unlike a cat when he crawled out of his tent and made his way down to the waterside to wash himself. As he peeled off his night shirt, he felt the fabric of his small clothes rub against the raised skin of his scars. That damned contract that had been carved into his back. Just one day, he would like to go swimming without worrying about the others seeing the Infernal words and asking pestering questions about his past.

The vampire spun around in shock, immortal eyes darting around to see where Wyll must be hiding in the bushes. Or maybe Karlach? She would know of such things, right? But the tadpole wasn’t churning in his mind, so how was this possible? Astarion reached a hand behind himself and ran his fingertips over the scars he could touch and as he did, words appeared in his mind.

Mephistopheles. Profound Ascension. Sacrifice. Freedom. Diabolical lethality. Raphael. Cazador. And one more name that sat on the tip of his tongue but refused to make itself known.

And then it all came rushing back. Like a tidal wave, images of Baldur’s Gate, Moonrise Towers, an Elder Brain, gods of death and goddesses of night all vying for the souls of a select few, Orin the Bhaalspawn, Gortash the Usurper, Netherese magic and mortal beings trying to become more than their birthright. His skull screamed from the visions and memories and the voice of the Dream Visitor, the one he now recognized as the false face of the Emperor, was the only saving grace he could find in the chaos.

“And now you too are awake. Find them. Find the others and free them as you have been freed.”

Why did this bullshit always happen to him?

[thenewfuture]

A-Akane...?

I...I....wh-what've I've done...I've......

-----------------------

I know...I know it's hard to recall such a tragic and devasting memory...but know you'll never truly heal if you run from it instead....

Take it slowly, and just...let the memory flow...best as you can....

-----------------------

Nnngghhh.....

*Flashback......Two years ago, in a shallow, poorer, run-down part of town...*

*Akane stands in an alley as it rains...her blood-soaked hands wash away...and she is surrounded by corpses...

*......children...corpses....*

Hah, well that care of that...

Little sucks that they won't see the new world we'll make, but how else would I feel such raw despair such as this?

???: ......Unngghh....Unnngghh...

Oh...

Seems I missed one...

*Akane approaches a body, and tosses it out of the way, there lies a woman breavily heavily, broken and bloody*

Oh hey, “ma”, so here’s where you slithered off to!

Akane’s mom: Ah....Aka....Akane...why....?

Yeah, yeah I know. Sucks.

But look at it like this...

Now you’ll finally spend time with them after so many years of nothing!

Akane’s mom: I....I just....what I.....

What? I know you tried to get money for us, provide a roof over our heads and I get that, you tried and all...

You just SUCK at it!

Me? I was the one takin’ care of little Hotami, Moro, and the rest, while you just slept with pratically every fuckin’ guy that came your way and made more of ‘em!

Yuuji, Dachi, Hinaka, Naoko, Unjii, Tami, Niyo, Purin, Botamo, they all kept coming. They all needed to be fed, washed and token care of. But did big ol’ Akane complain? Noooo.

Did Akane and the big ones complain about taking multiple jobs just to make sure everything was in order for the little runts? Noooo.

Did Akane complain after all the times she was used and groped at by all these perverted, old geezers?! Noooo!

Did Akane complain when your old lovers would come and feel her up too, and sometimes even beat her!?

Oh noooooo, no no no! Not me, not big ol’ strong Akane! Leave everything up to big sis, she’s got this! She can take iiittt!

And remind me; where were you during all this?! Hmm?

That’s right! NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! *stomp!*

I took care of these brats myself! All alone for so many years! Because you were so fucking, stupid! Dumb! Dimwitted! To even know the shit going on in her own house!

All this! All these of doing stunts, and gymanstics and fights; all of this, just so I could be the better caregiver you clearly suck at!

Akane’s mom: ....Uggghh....S...selfish....selfish...!

.......

What.

Akane’s mom: You...you’re so selfish....! I...I had to work hard too.....Do....do things unspeakable too...! Y-you even got to....t-to be a gymnast and....p-provided money for us.....and...and you still c-complain...? You’re th-the selfish one....where was my help....m-my help for all those-

Selfish.....?

Selfiiisssshh!? *Akane puts her foot to her mother’s neck even harder!*

I’ve been stuck!

Taking care of YOUR KIDS!

MY WHOLE! ENTIRE! LIFE!

And the only thing you’ve done-

WAS SIT THERE AND LET THAT SHIT HAPPEN!

Akane’s mom: Auugghhh!....But...b-but....but....!

And newsflash; I didn’t do the gymstaics to go pro, go to Hope’s Peak or even for the fuckin’ money...!

I DID IT SO WE COULD FUCKING EAT!!!!

Akane’s mom: Auuugghhh! A....A....kane.... *Akane’s foot is planted more onto her neck....*

................

But like I said, its okay now.

I won’t have to worry about anyone else anymore!

And you can finally spend some quality time with my siblings after who freakin’ knows how long!

Akane’s mom: Ah....I-I.....

Welp! Better finish this up!

Seeya later, “ma”!

Akane’s mom: W-wait! No, n-nooooo! 

*CRUUUUNCH!*

...........

Heh heh....heh heh heh heh.....

Ah hahahahahahaaaaa!

--------------------------------------

...............................

[tsuki-sennin]

Beep Boop. Long time, no see, Tarou! My loathsome copy! Momo... Momota Saburo? Can I call Don Killer that? Don Hakai? Would perhaps Don Amour be appropriate? Don Magia? Don Ark?

He's a robot, is my point.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Murasame-kun goes a little cray cray once in a while, but he's okay!

-...oh Christ, I forgot Miho was back.

-Christ Tarou, do you ever have a quiet day free of shenanigans?

-Just kidding, I love you *chu*

-Ohhhhhh, that's a Ryusoul Gold I spy! ...Canalo's like the total opposite of Jirou, now that I think about it.

-Damn, Don Killer's just... totally barehanded, huh?

-Jirou and Haruka are finally paying their tabs! Yatta!

-Oh, and Shinichi and Tsuyoshi too, I guess. ...everybody be sure to set your KijiBro alarms, they will go off sometime soon.

-Jesus Christ, people can't get enough of Don Kaito!

-...neither can I, to be fair, but holy frack

-Terasaki-san! The pleaseman!

-Oh?

-Haruka, don't dig through somebody's possessions!

-Oh hey, that's Kohaku Shida's actual birthday, that's a fun detail

-...that's uh, not Yuuki Beppu's birthday, but we'll run with it!

-Aaaand Hifumi Suzuki's too!

-DON KAITO

-WHY WOULD YOU SET IT TO THOSE DATES YOU FOOL

-Do Not Fucking Press This Fucking Button (TM)

-"...okay." <- Totally gonna press that fucking button.

-ENCOURAGE HIM

-Great to see they're getting along, at least!

-Aaaaaaand, we're in trouble.

-All across the city, people felt a shudder.

-Don Kira!

-Ware wa Meshia nari! Ha ha ha!

-Ooooooooh, I don't know if I said this, but I love that look for Kouhei Higuchi, it looks so pretty.

-Ohhhhhh, he took that very cold.

-Man, that there Don Clan seem very short sighted.

-Oh hey Sononi! So uh, bad news, it's possible that Don Killer's gonna cancel the series by turning all the Donbrothers into meat products of various states of overcooked, but I have good news! I happen to know a talent scout for 765 Productions, always looking for new idols! ...we might need to pull some strings to get you a legal identity, but don't worry. I know a guy, just call this number and ask for a new dust filter for a Hoover MaxExtract-

-Ohhhhh, this dude's a fuckboy!

-Speaking of whom, hello Tsubasa! /j

-"Humans can't hurt me. ...also, your girlfriend is literally still comatose."

-Who's that Hitotsu-ki!

-Ohhhh, this one's very easy! It's a Denge-Ki!

-Don Time!

-Ohhhhh, Sononi knows.

-"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT"

-"DON KILLER"

-"DON WHAT NOW"

-To be fair, this isn't that different from how Tarou used to treat the squad (Haruka especially) in the beginning.

-You know it's bad when even Tarou says "fuck this, we're outta here!"

-HKJKHKLHG TSUBASA NOOOOO

-Seems pretty fucked up to make the Donbrothers' executioner look like their boss.

-Holy shit, Tarou :(

-Oh hi, Sonoi.

-Yeah, Sononi didn't help us earlier, thanks for that.

-C'mon Tarou, we don't really need that "Stay out of this" right now.

-Ohhhhhhhh, Don Killer's here.

-Banana Pafa.

-Parufaito!

-Banana Parfaio!

Seems like he's enjoying it.

-...Don Kaito, what the fuck

-Ohhhh, seems like that mustard's causing an error.

-"Sonoi, the council already hates us, do you really wanna risk dying over this?"

-"We are saving our boyfriends and Sonoza's weird annoying manga friend."

-So much for "not attacking" Noto, huh?

-SONOI HJKHL

-De-mustarded.

-True Hero.

-Heeeeey, Kaito. Whatcha doin' there?

-Don Killer-Killer.

-Forever Hero?

-Beep!

-Awwwwww, Jirou loves his dad :)

-Helloooo, Crane Lady!

-Hey, so uh... the Don Clan created another massive mess, turns out. Have you considered helping us out, even a little?

-TSUYOSHI'S WRITING A WILL

-OH WELL FUCK THAT I GUESS, VALOR TME

-...oooooor not.

-"OH FUCK, IT'S KIJINO"

-Two fail men can't fight robots.

-Very nice, Shinichi. I will pass this onto my children.

-Is this Don Killer's "execution" method?

-All in the same god-dang ward.

-Terasaki-saaaaan?

-.

-Ohhh.

-JIROU NO-

-Hey there, Haruka.

-Dyin' sure sucks, huh?

-"Manga, huh? ...How dull. Rejected."

-"No dying unless you draw something worthwhile!"

-Donbura Ko!

-HE BIT THE FUCKING SWORD

-Zenryoku Zenkai!

-...Zettai Zetsubou!

-Barf missiles!

-OH?

-Is that

-S

-Saruhara

-Okay, thanks!

-Guess he's helping us now!

-Don Kira Kira!

-Oh sorry Miss Tamaki, we kinda forgot about you.

-Jirou's getting his crunches in!

-Admirable resolve, Tsuyoshi!

-...agonizing pain though.

-Aesthetics!

-QUE BOM! Ryu So Cool!

-Omikoshi Soul! Kyo! Ryu! Soul! Doul! Kono Kanji! Omikoshi!

-Big Bird!

-Here comes the Big One!

-Guess they're just.

-Fighting forever now!

-Oh god, the Kagome motif

-Hooray, Dad's home!

-J

-Jirou, were you

-Folding a penguin just now?

-SONONI JIROU'S INDICATING SOMETHING REAL WHAT THE FUCK YOU DON'T JUST DROP "Let's run away together, Tsubasa-san!" ON ME AND NOT ACT LIKE THIS ISN'T OVERWHELMING ME

-Absolutely insane episode. In a good way at least, as usual.

[takerfoxx]

Okay, got caught up on Heavenly Delusion (though not finished, because this ride is definitely far from resolved). And had two very different reactions to the ending: one when I watched the final episode last night, and another this morning when all the pieces came together in my head.

But yeah, the show itself is really good. A lot of the themes and concepts are right up my alley, what with one plotline being a wandering the Earth in a post-apocalyptic landscape and the other involving a bunch of lab experiment children being raised in a facility with a dark secret. That's, like, two of my favorite kinds of plots!

The characters were all great too. Loved the dynamic between Maru and Kiruko. They have such great chemistry that in their bickering siblings sort of way that I'm okay if they never becoming an item, though that's certainly on the table. The lab kids were pretty great too, though if I had to pick a favorite, it would be Mimihime, who was definitely the my "If anything happens to her, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself" character, though given what I only just realized about this show...damn.

I liked how it dolled out crumbs of information. We were given small hints and clues as to what is going on, keeping the sense of mystery going, while leaving plenty of indicators to the true secret really early on. It never really holds your hand but also isn't unfair in its reveals. Like, once you do figure things out, it's in a, "How did I not see this from the beginning?!" sort of way.

This show was also very gender, if that makes any sense, and in a way that I did not see coming and really took me by surprise but made sense in hindsight. Though getting more into that would be too much of a spoiler, so I'll leave it at that.

Still not sure how I feel about certain events that went down in the last two episodes. I feel that maybe it was too much of a turn, and did leave me feeling kind of gross, but that was the intention. I'll have to wait until season two to see where that leaves (or at least read the manga, which I kind of want to do now). Also, I did kind of feel like Maru was a little too pushy toward Kiruko at times and Shino's behaviors toward Mimihime was, well, pretty gross, but at the same time it also makes sense given the setting and their backstories, so give them credit for going for realistic portrayals of how hormonal teenagers in that environment would actually behave.

But the really interesting part is the big, BIG twist, one that was right in front of my nose the whole time, that was literally spelled out in the final episode's post credit scene, and yet it didn't really click for me until this morning, but when it did, this show went from "Hey, this is really good! Interested to see where it goes next!" to "Oh my FUCKING GOD!!!!!" And to talk about that, we need a spoiler break.

IT'S TWO DIFFERENT TIMELINES! THE PLOTS AREN'T HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME! THE WHOLE TIME, I THOUGHT THAT KIRUKO AND MARU WERE LOOKING FOR THE FACILITY AND WOULD MEET THE KIDS, THAT TOKIO IS THE PERSON THAT MARU IS TRYING TO FIND, BUT NOOOOO!!!!!

Holy fuck, the kids ARE the maneaters! All those monsters that we've been seeing, that have been killing people, that Maru has been killing, they're those kids that we've gotten to know and grown attached to! Dear God, what a dark twist! Like, they're fucked! They are straight up fucked! They do not get the good end!

Like, the girl with the sunglasses? She's the monster in the car park, isn't she? And...IS TOKIO THE MANEATER THAT ATE HARUKI?!

Also, TOKIO IS MARU'S MOTHER! THE PERSON THAT HE'S LOOKING FOR IS HIS TWIN SIBLING!

This is so fucked, and I have to know what happens next!

[besotted-eros]

taste of ale and towers

Eren Jaeger x F!Reader (PoC)

Summary: Your favourite patron finally makes a move, and it takes you into the sky.

Content: Unabashed fluff, some jealousy, mentions of alcohol, jealous!Eren. Scouts getting to be stupid. 

You liked your job.

Drunkards, vomit, and brawls aside. You enjoyed the warm atmosphere of the tavern, with its brick walls and its crackling fire. You enjoyed sorting through the clinking glasses and bottles, hearing the bar tales from old regulars and new faces. You were meticulous about cleaning, ensuring that this was one of the only taverns in the town that didn't reek of bile and piss. Instead the scent of soft hay, spiced mead and warm bread filled the room, fighting for dominance with the crowing laughs of the patrons. It was pleasant.

Yeah, you liked your job. Especially on nights like these.

"There is NOOOOO way you're taking credit for that one, that's all me." Connie's hand pushed into Sasha's face, his brows furrowed as the tall girl slapped his hand away and shoved a finger into his cheek.

"Yoush need ta shut up, Conster. Ain't a little tyke like you ever gonna get a titan THAT big. It was HUGE!" She burst from her seat, rocking the table and throwing her hands up to the ceiling. "IT WAS THIS BIG!" the table roared with laughter as Mikasa struggled to pull her back down. You smiled along with them as you filled a tankard. You'd have to cut her off soon.

"Stop knocking over drinks Sasha, you're going to give y/n more work."

The voice cut through the thrum of conversation. You could have picked the sound of him out of a storm, or a symphony. And it made your heart race every time.

You could feel him walking towards you through the crowd, and kept your eyes down. There was a deep scratch on the counter, and you dragged the rag over it repeatedly, until a hand entered your vision. His fingers were long, the skin taunt against bone and tendon. They were the hands of a soldier. But when he rested his it over yours, they were gentle.

"Hey, do you mind if I take this for a second?" Eren asked, his mouth twisted into a rueful grin as he nodded his head back towards his friends. "Don't want things to dry up and get sticky."

He was your most faithful patron. You knew that if he wasn't off saving humanity, he would be in your tavern after dinner at the barracks. But he never drank much, nursing a single beer, maybe two over a few hours.

"Oh, I can clean it myself!" You chirped, and his lower lip twitched slightly, head tilting.

"You're busy, it's okay. Let me." He pulled it away firmly, shooting you a small smile as he turned back. You were happy to see it. It seemed as though he smiled less and less these days. But there always seemed to be at least one for you. You regretted that you weren't able to sit with him tonight, have his gaze upon you as you leaned into his heat. He had been away for a few weeks, and you missed him. Even though he wasn't yours to miss.

"God, you might as well work here 'ren" Jean drawled, and the pale haired man's eyes flicked to yours. Eren scowled at him, wiping the table clean. "Would have pretty co-workers at least." You flushed at the compliment, turning on your heel to busy yourself with needlessly sorting bottles in the shelves. You could tell the group was appraising you now.

"Watch it." Eren snapped, flicking the rag quickly to snap against the scout's cheek. Jean grinned, smelling Eren's weakness. He snatched at the rag, tugging it from the green eyed man's grasp.

"I'll return this for you." Jean grinned, sliding out from the booth and padding through the crowded chairs and bodies. Before Eren could even formulate a way to get him to stop, he was at the bar, pushing his hair back and fixating you a handsome grin.

His friends stared with awe, even Sasha hushed by the sight of quiet rage in Eren's face.

"He's just blatantly making moves on your girl huh?" Connie commented, eliciting a glare from Eren.

"Don't have a 'girl', idiot. No clue what you're on about." Eren dropped into his seat, but his eyes were glued on how Jean was leaning over the bar, long arm outstretched to gesture to a jewel coloured bottle on the shelf. He was crowding you, leaning in so close. He could probably smell the scent of vanilla and rose, and see how prettily a lock of hair curled by your jaw.

"Oh puhlease, Errrren." Sasha took a sloppy swing of her ale, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You look at her with those big ol' cow eyes, and you're here, what? Every night?" She looked around the table for validation, only met with an angry green stare as eyes of grey, blue and black averted strategically. "You don't even drink!" She rested the glass against her face, eyes closed and expression pulled into a caricature of mourning. "Oh, how will your love ever withstand this distance of 9 feet? How will you ever cross it?"

"Can you shut up and eat some peanuts or something?" Eren snapped, his face red. Armin's mouth was twitching as he fought back a smile, and Mikasa had pressed her wineglass to her lips for an uncharacteristically long amount of time, eyes twinkling over the rim.

"We're out of peanuts." Sasha was truly mournful now, pulling the bowl towards her with both hands.

"Yeah, maybe we can ask Jean's new girlfriend for a refill." Connie murmured into his hands. Sasha roared with laughter, and even Armin couldn't hold back a chuckle, looking sheepish when his best friend glared at him.

"Sorry, 'ren. But Sasha has a point y'know. You have to make a move eventually." His fingers were knit around the tall glass of mead in front of him. But his eyes were still sharp, and his smile kind.

"I'm not going to "make a move"." He replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You guys are making a big deal of nothing."

"Oh come on, just admit it." Connie exclaimed, rubbing his fingers over his dark buzz. "It's obvious she's crazy about you too. She doesn't sit with anyone else, literally just you. And it's not for the conversation, because you suck at that." Eren glowered as the table nodded solemnly. But he couldn't deny it made his heart beat faster.

"She looks at you the same way you look at her. Have you noticed that?" Armin asked, resting his chin on his hand.

Eren watched as you tucked a raven lock behind your ear, nodding as Jean spoke softly to you, his finger tracing the rim of a glass you had filled for him.

He hadn't noticed the way you look at him. He was too busy noticing how soft your eyes were, how you would always keep a place for children to sit behind the bar in case the room got too rowdy. How you'd stand your ground against men twice your size, sneering up at them in a way that was honestly intimidating. How gentle your hands were when they'd rest on his arm, laughing at some stupid joke or comforting him when he'd appear with bags under his eyes and ghosts on his breath.

"Do it." Came Mikasa's soft encouragement, nudging him from his seat. "Before Jean does."

Right as her voice met his ears, you laughed. It wasn't overly vibrant, or loud. But it was a laugh, Jean was making you laugh.

"He might kill him." Armin mused as they watched Eren elbow his way to the pair. Connie grinned, downing the rest of his drink.

"I always loved a bar fight."

"It's not that hard, when you get used to it." Jean was saying, the caramel of his eyes melting into yours as he attempted to hold your gaze. This wasn't the first time you had spoken to the tall scout, but it was the first time he had flirted so blatantly. "I could even show you sometime, could get on my back, or I could stra-" suddenly Jean's was on the ground, staring up in bewilderment as Eren made himself comfortable in the now empty stool. You blinked with confusion, lips rounded into a little o. It seemed that Eren had violently hipchecked the man off, and stolen his seat.

"You talk too much, Jean boy." He muttered. Jean scrambled up, chest expanded as he leaned in close to Eren's face.

"Say that again, Jaeger." He growled, threateningly.

"No." Eren's eyes refused to break from yours. But you could see that telltale bristling, and practically smell the pent up rage wafting from the men.

"If you boys fight in my bar, I'm going to have to throw both of you out." You warned, earning a sheepish look from both of them.

"Sorry, y/n." They said in chorus before glares snapped to each other again. You watched as Eren held Jean's gaze, and something unsaid passed between them. But finally Jean's face turned to a smile.

"Took you long enough." He scoffed, bumping the dark haired youth's shoulder as he walked back to his seat.

You looked at Eren, confusion making your lower lip press forward in a way that made his heart jump.

"Sorry about that." He mumbled, touching the back of his head. "We just... Fight a lot." You arched an eyebrow, a smiling playing on your lips.

"I can tell. But you're close."

He nodded, staring down at the drink Jean had abandoned.

"Can I get you anything? Tempt you into actually getting drunk tonight?" You removed the old glass and slid a new one into his hands. "You look like you need it."

He smiled, mouth twisting wryly. "I uh, can't get drunk."

"Oh? Why's that?"

He flexed his jaw, eyes refusing to meet yours. "Since I'm... Well a titan shifter. I regenerate too fast. As my body metabolizes it, I'm already healing. That's why Armin doesn't get drunk either." He motioned his shoulder towards the table, and as you looked over all their heads snapped away.

"That's fascinating." You said it sincerely, and met his gaze when his eyes raised. He had seemed timid to tell you. It's not that you didn't know, everyone knew. But not everyone accepted it.

"So, do you just really like the taste of our mead then?"

He chuckled, shrugging. "Yeah." His eyes flicked to yours, regarding you from under his dark lashes. "And the company."

You flushed, dragging your teeth over your lower lip. "Yeah, heard it's good here."

Eren grinned, running a hand through his hair. The fire caught the glossy chestnut of it, and you tried not to imagine what it would feel like under your fingertips.

"I like it, seeing you here." You absent-minded wiped a glass as you spoke, needing to channel the growing energy. "Makes me feel a bit..." You trailed off, biting your lower lip in earnest now. "Safe? Normal? Like things are going to be okay if I see you come through the door. The world hasn't exploded yet."

The youth had fallen silent. You wondered if you had overstepped, and raise your eyes to offer an apology. But his expression silenced you.

He looked at you with shining eyes, lips parted slightly with shock.

"I-" you began and were cut off by his hands slapping down on the counter as he leaned forward, gaze cutting through you. He was red, his cheeks like burning embers in the warm light, pretty mouth scrunched slightly to the side.

"Y/n, go out with me." He said, voice pitched and loud. You felt the tavern hush slightly, the loud drone muting as eyes turned to you. He blinked in surprise as you did, both of you caught off guard by the sudden intensity. He sat back on the stool, smile sheepish. "I uh, sorry. Will you go out with me?"

You let him stew for a moment. It was only fair, he made you wait so long for him to say those words. His smile faltered, eyes searching your face. But your lips curled into a smile.

"I'm off tomorrow."

The rap at your door was firm. You had wondered when it would happen, as you had seen Eren arrive at your door a little over ten minutes ago, staring nervously at the entry way. You had leaned out your window to watch him, the normally perceptive man oblivious to your wandering eyes. He had paced, wrung his hands, adjusted the backpack that weight on his shoulders.

"I'll be down in a second." You called, making him start and stare up at you open mouthed.

"Y/n,how, how long-?" He called up, but you shut the window quickly, holding back your laughter as you ran down the stairs, pausing to take a breath before throwing open the door.

"Hi," you said breathlessly, fixating him with a smile. He looked at you with mouth agape, eyes wracking over your form. He had only ever seen you in your typical work attire, a dingy apron tossed over an old puffed skirt, a modest button up to finish it off. So when you brushed your dark hair back off your shoulders, allowing his eyes to alight upon the soft skin of clavicle and chest. The blouse you had picked laid prettily off your shoulders, gripping onto the flesh of your upper arms. The soft cream complimented your brown skin in a way that would make Eren associate the shade with you forever.

"You... You look really beautiful, Y/n." He said finally, giving you a rougishly handsome half smile.

"You clean up well too." You replied, and he shrugged humbly The white button up was ironed with a soldier's precision, and the jacket he wore over it hugged the muscles in his arms temptingly.

"We match." He commented, gesturing to the dark green of your skirt and how it complimented the fabric of his jacket. You had chosen it because it reminded you of his eyes when the fire had gone down, right before you'd have to ask him to leave. He'd be heavy lidded, hair mussed and smelling like smoke. But would insist on helping you put up the chairs every time.

"So, where are we off to?" You asked, he turned quickly, face excited as he took a step. But then he paused, turning back around sheepishly. He offered you an arm, straightening his back. You held back a laugh at his excitement and containment of it. It was endearing, you thought as you took his arm and he began to guide you towards the outer wall.

"I uh... Made us a picnic." He said, helping you over a puddle. "Well not just me. Sasha, she made the sandwiches. But I helped." It made you flush to think that the whole regiment was probably aware of what you were doing currently. It didn't help that Eren took you over wall Rose, the basket pulley system making you cling to him under the gaze of the soldiers manning it. You stood together at the top for a moment, staring over at your district. He pointed out the barracks, and you pointed out your home. He moved closer to you to follow your pointing, needlessly close. But you liked it.

"We don't usually let civilians over like this." He whispered as he helped you into the basket on the other side. "But I told them you're special." He gave you an easy half smile.

"Trying to squeeze free booze from me, Jaeger?" You teased as he climbed in beside you. His arm was around your waist instantly, bracing as the descent begun.

"Yeah." He responded, and grinned back at him. He made the fear lessen.

You admired him as best as you could, stealing glances as he walked beside you through the forest. The dappled shade touched his high cheekbones, made his green eyes flash like emerald caught under a jeweler's light.

"Here!" He exclaimed finally, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards a clearing. In the middle of it was a tall, tall tower, a wooden outpost made for guards to keep an eye out for titans.

"Wait one second, okay?" Eren asked, holding your arms and placing you against the leg of the structure. He draped his jacket over you before climbing up the ladder, at a speed you thought was almost showoffish.

You leaned against the wood, listening as the tower creaked above you. It sounded like the trees that surrounded, a part of the landscape. You hugged Eren's jacket tighter to you, dipping your head to your shoulder to inhale the scent of him from the collar. It was clean, vibrant almost. A sharp smell that made you think of knives and the edge of his jaw. The fabric was coarse against your nose, obviously military grade, utilitarian in its design. But you thought of the way it would hug his slim shoulders, his muscular arms, how it would -

"Having fun?" Eren's voice called and your head snapped up to see him grinning from the entry hole. "I'm ready for you up here."

You pulled yourself up, hoping the exertion would hide the embarrassment. He helped you onto the platform, large hands firm on your body to hoist you up.

"Ta-da." He said, gesturing to the blanket laid out in front of you. On top of it he had arranged sandwiches, two glasses that had been filled with deep red wine, and a loaf you recognized as sweet bread, soldiers "desert" rations for special occasions. He had even bought candles, perched delicately in a spartan holder. "It's not much but..." He guided you over, shrugging slightly. "I hope you like it."

"I love it, Eren." You sunk down onto the blanket, grinning up at him. "Didn't know you were such a romantic."

He shrugged again, but his cocky grin told you he was pleased with himself. It became somber as he sat across from you, reclining back on his hands.

"Just don't get the chance to do this, y'know." He said softly, voice gentle enough to be carried away by the breeze. The walls were low here, and even while sitting you could see over top. The forest seemed to go on forever, a sea of shimmering greens. You felt an intimate fondness for them and with a start realised why, as you looked back towards the man sitting across from you. He held the colour of life in his eyes, verdant and vibrant.

"I'm honoured that you're using it on me, then." You replied, earning yourself a warm smile. Your heart leapt at the sight of it, and you decided that even if this was the only time you'd get him to yourself, you'd make the most of it.

"There's no one else I'd rather." His voice was genuine, and seemed to even catch himself off guard. He blushed, prettily. "Uh, dig in." He grabbed his sandwich, quickly stuffing it into his mouth.

You pretended not to watch him eat, how his tongue would dart out to wet his lips or how you could see his Adams apple bob with every swallow. And he pretended not to watch you drink, how your lips pursed on the rim, how you'd hold the cool glass against your cheek as you listened to him speak. Hours passed like that, the food long reduced to crumbs and fuel to press the conversation forward.

He spoke mostly about his friends. Stories that showcased Armin's smarts or Mikasa's fortitude. You liked how he looked when he slipped into fond memories. Eyes glossy, smile crooked. He spoke with his hands, painting scenes with every movement of his fingers. Sasha grasping Mikasa by the shoulders, Jean being bowled over by an over excited Connie. The wind would wind it's fingers through his hair. It was long, not long enough to pull into a ponytail but long enough that it stroked the nap of his neck. The sun reflected the golden threads in it, and you wondered if there was any part of the forest that wasn't a part of him.

And he listened to you as though you were a preacher saving his soul. Eyes wide, leaned forward and nodding intently. You felt seen in a way you hadn't before. Sure people had looked at you, long and hard and even leering. But no one saw you like Eren did.

"The view is beautiful." You commented after some time, standing to walk over to the ledge. The sky had painted itself an orange peel, with a glowing lemon for a setting sun. You peered over the low wall, swallowing your vertigo. Eren followed you, and after a small pause placed an arm slowly around your waist. You felt his warmth glow through you, and were comforted.

"Yeah," he said, gazing at you as though you had hung the moon. "It is."

You let your head drop, leaning it against his shoulder. Intimacy was a stranger to the soldier, something that had no place in his life. In fact, Eren was almost scared. After titans and gore, after horrors that would rise bile for even the most hardened veterans, it was your soft figure that made him speechless. He didn't know how to hold you, didn't know what to do with the elation that filled his heart at the sensation of you soft and compliant in his arms.

Should he kiss you now? He thought as your face turned towards his. Your eyes were sparkling, smile so sweet it was almost saccharine. He could see peace in your face. A soft rest, head nestled somewhere warm with only the sound of heartbeats. But before he could close the space between you, a loud squak startled you away. Eren's grip on your waist tightened and he stepped you back from the ledge cautiously. In front of you a bird burst through the canopy, rushing towards the sky as another followed hot upon its tail. You watched as they cartwheeled through the sky, shrieks loud and grating.

You placed a hand over your heart, letting out an airy laugh. "Thank you, I would jumped right over."

"Glad you didn't. " He murmured, reflecting your smile. "It would suck to have to jump after you." The look on your face was unreadable, and Eren worried that he said something wrong. He was afraid of that, to love you wrong. What else would be expected of someone like him? He didn't know how to treat a woman, let alone someone like you. What was he thinking of, trying to kiss you. You, with your radiant smile that cut through the subdued warmth of the tavern and straight into his chest.

"Should probably pack this up," Eren began, turning back to the blanket. A soft tap on his shoulder made him turn back to you, eyebrow cock with question. Only to be met by your lips, crashing into his. The force made him step back, catching you by the waist. For a moment he feared you would actually topple over the side.

You kissed him exactly how he had dreamt. Like a stormcloud, soft but full, wetting the desert of him. Your hands cradled his cheeks, tender in how you held them. Eren couldn't remember the last time he had been touched so softly.

When you broke away, he was blushing.

"I... Wow." He managed to get out, chest rising and falling with the force of his breath. "I didn't expect that."

"I'm sorry," you murmured demurely, making to step back. "It's just that..." You chewed on your lower lip, and he thought about how you were most likely tasting him. "You meant it. That you would jump after me. I liked that."

The smile spread like a wildfire across Eren's face. "I did." He said breathlessly, pulling you back towards him. This time he kissed you, fingers sliding their way from your jaw into your hair.

When your lips broke again, you wondered how you were still standing. Your heart felt as though it could break through the canopy itself, and your knees fragile enough to give under the next strong gust. Eren was in a similar state, all red face and gentle hands, feeling their way through the length of your hair. He ran his fingers through it, from root to tip, repeating the motion has the wind fought him for the chance to stroke your locks.

"Been wanting to do this." He whispered, hand going still on the back of your neck. "From the moment I first met you."

You rolled your eyes, trying to quell the fluttering that grew in your stomach. "Use more lines on me, Jaeger."

His dark brow furrowed, and he used his grip on your hair to pull you closer. It embarrassed you how heat ran through your body as he did it. "'ts not a line, y/n. I mean it." He dipped his head to rest his forehead against yours, green eyes boring into you. His hands slid down you, moving like a landslide. You felt the topography of your body would be forever changed by him, born anew by the fact he was touching you. They came to settle on your hips, and he hummed into another kiss.

"You were fighting someone." Eren said finally, and you let out a quick laugh. "No, really. When I first saw you, you were fighting someone." You felt like you were falling when you saw the expression on his face. He recounted seeing you like he recounted his friends, eyes soft and full of adoration for the memories that made him whole. "I had gone for a walk, just needing to clear my head. And all of a sudden in front of me this door swung open, and a man stepped out. Nonchalant, holding it open as he checked his watch. And all I could hear was this... Yelling." He laughed, squeezing you slightly as you leaned into him. A part of you wanted to press your face into his neck, to find how the curves of your body fit. But you needed to see his face as he spoke about you. Commit it to memory. "And then this fucking hulk of a man stumbled out, and he was *blabbering* like a kid. Just apologising, over and over again. And then you," he paused for a moment to press another kiss to your lips. "You come out holding a broom like I've held a blade, just ready to kill. And you had it up against his chin, right here." Eren dipped his head and nudged yours back, exposing the expanse of your throat. His lips found the thin skin of where your neck curved into your chin, and he kissed it. "Your hair was a mess, and the light made it look like you had a halo. No wonder the man ran." He held you by the small of your back now, dipping you slightly. Your eyes had fluttered closed as he clung to him. "And you caught my eye as you turned, God I must have looked like an idiot. But you caught my eye and you smiled. Apologised, and then thanked the man holding the door so sweetly. And I thought..." He pulled away now, blushing.

"You thought what?" You pressed, pressing into him.

"What mouth you'd kiss with. If you'd kiss hard and passionate, or soft and sweet." He gave you a boyishly handsome smile. "It's both. "

You pressed your lips to his again. And again. The sun set against your entwined bodies, and Eren had a feeling the night watch wouldn't be impressed with his request to come back over. But it didn't matter, he thought as you pulled away to smile up at him, brighter than the moon. Because this was worth it.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

can u do the sfw alphabet for nigari pls??

Sure! Hope you enjoy! 💕

SFW Alphabet | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character: Suguru Niragi

Genre: dark

Warnings: strong toxic relationship themes, obsessive themes, blood, threatening, manipulation, gaslighting, physical & emotional abuse, a couple of suggestive themes, mention of body checking, mention of killing sprees

Author’s Note: I know I’ve mentioned this before, but just a reminder that I prefer to write Niragi as his true character. I would prefer not to pretend that he’s secretly a good man, because he’s not. Please do not read if you find any of the warnings upsetting or triggering! I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!

*this is based in the Borderlands

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How would they show affection?)

His love language is so hard to decide

I think he’s a mix of quality time and physical affection

There would be random times where he would just follow you around The Beach

He wouldn’t necessarily even talk to you, just trail you like a shadow

You would be well aware he’s there, he’s not that good at keeping quiet since he’s such a heavy-foot

But you never tell him that, and just give him the satisfaction of believing he’s being sneaky

He would give you random pecks on the cheek when walking past you in the halls

There has been times when you would be talking to someone and he would just run up and pick you up from behind and run off while laughing

B - Best Friend

(What would they be like as a best friend?)

He’d be the most annoying piece of shit

You’d never get alone time, he would always just pop out of the most random places just to annoy you

He wouldn’t want a best friend that couldn’t take his harsh jokes

Everyone at The Beach would be terrified of you two

You’re like the most dangerous duo, no one would want to be put with you two for a game, it’s a guaranteed lose

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would have a weird obsession for cuddling you

Would NEVER do it in front of anyone else though

He’d demand your cuddles, like he would get angry if you refused

Sometimes would just randomly grab you from your friends and drag you to his room so he can lay his head on your lap

“Play with my hair,” “Niragi, I wasn’t finishe-” “Shut up and just do it.”

Would fall asleep just from you braiding his hair

Don’t move though, if he wakes up he’ll accuse you of trying to leave

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He kind of pushed you into moving into his room with him

He said it’s better because it’s bigger due to his higher wristband number

Would start to believe that you’re kind of becoming more close from moving into his room

But, he’s so bad at maintenance

His job is security, so he doesn’t know how to work in a kitchen or let alone clean

You’d have to clean the room and wash the laundry yourself

Sometimes Niragi would feel a bit guilty and try and help, but would fail miserably and become too embarrassed to even keep assisting

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Brutally

No remorse whatsoever from this man

If he broke up with you, he would tell you in the meanest way possible, probably through public humiliation

If you broke up with him though, oh no hun

He’d at first just not let you break up with him and give you a warning

But if you didn’t listen to his warning, all hell would break loose

I’m talking about pouring buckets of blood through your windows, shooting bullet holes through your door with his rifle in the middle of the night, threatening to kill those close to you

You wouldn’t be able to take it, eventually just going back to him just to make him stop

{Here’s a short headcanon elaborating on this further}

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Getting married in the Borderlands is impossible, but Niragi would always look towards the future with you

He would’ve dreamt about going back to the real world and finally being able to marry you

Sometimes he thinks maybe you could run away from The Beach with him and get married by yourselves

But yeah, he would be quick with moving forward and be committed completely to your relationship

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You already know what I’m going to say

He would never be gentle, it’s not in his personality at all

Physically, he wouldn’t be fragile with you

He’d rough you up a lot, grabbing your wrists or pulling you harshly by your shirt

But when you approach him about it, he would gaslight you into believing that you made him do it and that he has to control you to keep you safe

Emotionally, no

Doesn’t hold any regard for your feelings, says whatever the hell he wants to say

Don’t even think about opening your emotions to him, he would shut them down so quickly by belittling you

“Aww my wittle bunny feewing sad? Deal with it, I’m not a therapist.”

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often would they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Very sudden and tight hugs

Always gives you a jump scare by sprinting up behind you and throwing his arms around your waist

He would hug you as often as he could

He doesn’t care if you refuse his hugs when it’s just the two of you

But when you refuse in front of people, he gets embarrassed and makes a mental note to teach you a small lesson later

I can imagine him having quite warm skin, so sometimes you would push yourself into his arms if the breeze was making you cold

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

Would say it as a joke, before you guys were even together

Probably to tease you, or take you by shock

Or maybe that was him being genuinely honest

In the relationship, he would say it when you’re mad at him, because he can’t take you seriously when you’re mad

“Niragi can you cut that out!?” “NOoooo I love you~”

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ohhhh no, they can’t get any worse than this man

His jealousy would be out of control

You can’t even smile at anyone else in his presence

If you did, he would grab your jaw and make you look at him again

One time a new member of The Beach thought that they could try and kiss you, not knowing that you were the infamous Niragi’s S/O

Let’s just say that no one saw them after that incident

He also once backed a man against a wall with his sniper rifle to his head for staring at your ass for a bit too long

Don’t make this man jealous, it never ends well

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He would use so much tongue it would be suffocating

And he would hold your head in his hands roughly so you couldn’t pull away

When it’s just you two by yourself, there wouldn’t be a moment where his lips were off you

Is obsessed with kissing your neck, could never get enough of it

Would absolutely love it if you kissed around his ears, like he would melt

When in out at the pool or in the lobby with everyone else, he would actually prefer to not kiss at all

He would feel weird if people stared, cause you were his and his only and he didn’t want other people looking at you

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

He would hate kids

He wouldn’t carry a shred of love for them

Most kids would be terrified of him anyway

Kids (if there is any at The Beach) would approach him because they thought his piercings or gun was cool, but he would say some freaky shit that would scare them off

I mean most people would tell kids to stay away from him anyway

But he would have this weird love for watching you play and look after kids

He didn’t know what it was, but it always made him fall deeper in love to see you playing immature games just to keep the children happy and smiling

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

You would always wake up before Niragi

Don’t try and leave the bed though because otherwise he would instantly wake and drag you back into his arms and hold you ten times tighter like a cage

Most mornings would be you laying in bed contemplating what to do for the day while waiting for Niragi to wake up

When he does eventually, he would instantly want cuddles and kisses

You don’t get a choice in it of course

Waking up would be a slow process, but you would get there eventually

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Niragi always works around The Beach until late, so he would probably tell you to go back to the room around 11pm

You would spend the time reading or sitting out on the balcony and watching the stars

Niragi would come back and walk out to the balcony to find you

He would wrap his hands around your waist and push his face into your neck, nipping at your skin

“Are you coming to sleep or what?”

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

This man would have walls upon walls upon walls

He’s never opened up to someone before and he wasn’t going to start just because he had a partner

He spent years building his personality so he could protect himself from others, why would he suddenly tear it down?

He wouldn’t, the furthest you could ever probably get with him is during a screaming match between you two, he said something in the heat of the moment about his shitty childhood

You would freeze and not say anything as he storms out

But other than that, you were never getting anything out of him

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

I actually don’t think he’d be that easily angered

You could do anything, scream at him, punch him, insult him but he would always keep that cocky smirk on his face

But if you were to publicly humiliate him, that would be another story

If you try to show dominance over him in front of his militant group or other members of The Beach, he wouldn’t hesitate to slap you in front of everyone

He always wanted to be conveyed as the top of the food chain at The Beach, so if you came anywhere near to damaging that reputation, he’d make sure you were put in your place

Q - Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you?)

Every little thing

He’d know you better than you know yourself

It would honestly become frustrating though, because he would know when you’re lying or when you’re hiding something just from your body language alone

I feel like he would ask the chefs who made food at The Beach to always make your favourite dish that reminded you of home

It would probably be the only actual human decency Niragi would show to you

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory of your relationship would be when you brought back a gift for him after your game

You walked past a cute trinket shop on the way back and saw a small glass raven in the window

You thought Niragi would like it because one of his favourite animals is a raven

He would be over the moon excited, but would try to play it off like it’s nothing

He’d keep it on his bedside table and clean it everyday so it stays shiny

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’d never let you out of his sight

He’s incredibly controlling, so he wouldn’t let you have a say in most things

He would always have you by his side, arm around your should tucking you into his chest

No one would even approach you when you’re with him because they’d be too scared he’d get the wrong idea

One time he threw someone over the bar counter and into the glass alcohol bottles because they thought they could try and lure you into their room

He’d be very much over dramatic, almost killing anyone who tried to hurt or flirt with you

At games, he would not let go of your hand

He wouldn’t let you do anything, he would drag you around and kill anyone he sees

Being with him would be a guaranteed win every time, but he sure would make you feel awful about it

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He wouldn’t put that much effort at all I think

He’d see all that petty romance stuff as insignificant and a bit stupid

Wouldn’t bother remembering anniversaries, I mean there wouldn’t be much of a point while being stuck in the Borderlands

He has the mindset that you should devote yourself to one another without the need of gifts or dates

The closest you would ever come to getting a date with him is those nights you would spend together on the roof to look at the stars

But even then he would complain about it, because you would have to end up dragging him up there yourself since he doesn’t let you go anywhere without him

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You already know

Too many to count

He’s violent, he’s aggressive, he’s overprotective, he’s obsessive, he’s abusive, he’s unforgiving, he’s stubborn, he’s unempathetic, he’s psychotic

The list could go on forever

It would always make you question why you ever got involved with him in the first place, even if he didn’t give you much of a choice

Probably the only good thing you would get from him is constant attention and guaranteed protection from anything that could potentially harm you

Being with the scariest man on The Beach would have few pros, but they would still be useful at times

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

I actually think he’s really concerned about his physical appearance

He probably pierced his own eyebrow, nose and tongue while he was in the Borderlands to appear more threatening

In the mornings, he would take forever to get ready

Probably does body checks in random reflections throughout the day

Yeah idk, I just think based off his personality, he would try so hard to come across as intimidating to keep his insecurities away

Sometimes he would tell you to tell him your favourite things about him just to reassure himself

He wouldn’t even care if you were lying, just hearing it would make him feel somewhat less insecure

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would go clinically insane if he lost you somehow

He’s obsessed with you, why wouldn’t he?

If you didn’t return from a game or if you randomly disappeared, a few people were definitely become a victim of his rage

Would go on a killing spree, blinded by his anger and sadness

Would probably regret it and just sob loudly in your shared room for a bit, hugging your clothes to his chest

He would go searching for you everyday, wouldn’t even keep track of his visa

He had to find you, otherwise he would lose himself further than he already had

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them)

I feel like you would be the only person who would be allowed to touch his sniper rifle (I hope that’s what his gun’s called)

I mean obviously not to use against him, but he would give it to you if he ever had to be separate from you during a game for some reason

He would take you out to shooting practice, just aiming at crows or tree branches to help you get the hang of it

Sometimes the shot would be so forceful you would fly backwards onto your back

Niragi would always laugh hysterically at you when that happens

He would never let you use it at The Beach without his supervision though, he’d be so scared you would injure yourself

Y - Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would hate a partner with a huge personality

Would very much prefer someone who was more quiet and timid, because they would be easier to control

And he just loves the thought of looking after and protecting someone, even though he’d be really bad at making you feel safe around him

He wouldn’t like someone who acted independent and didn’t need him

He’s insecure so he would need that reassurance that someone wants him

In general wise, I think he would hate sleeping

Somehow he just manages to run off 2 hours sleep everyday

He would get tired but he would just despise sleeping for some reason

It might be nightmares of insomnia, but he never really would bring it up so you wouldn’t ask

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He has to be hugging something

He cannot sleep without having both arms and both legs wrapped around you

If you were being stubborn, he would just squeeze you tighter

You’d still be in the same position in the morning

Doesn’t care if you’re overheating, he if wants you close then he’ll make sure you are

[lindyloosims]

I had hardly slept that night, Elena’s words swirling around in my head. She was so resigned to dying, it wasn’t happening, like Hallie said to me, I forbid it! Lizette seemed cheerier, she and Toni were just so cute together, I was happy for my sister. Today we were having a meeting with a few members of the Vampire Council to discuss my fight with Grayson, in the event of me losing, someone had to take over from me and it looked like it was a toss up between the Vatore siblings and Vikram. As my mind was all over the place, Elena walked into the drawing room and took my breath away, “Holy shit!”

“Shawnie!” Lizette scolded me before she saw our maker.

“Good morning.” Elena greeted us, “Thank you for lending me some of your clothes Lizette dear, I appreciate it!” I’d never seen Elena in a short dress before, she looked...hot!

“You’re welcome mama, that dress looks good on you!” Lizette smiled broadly at her, she really was fond of Elena despite her abandoning her to Vlad all those decades ago.

“Y-yeah, you look...”

“Put your eyes back in your head brother!” Lizette sighed as Toni giggled, “Honestly, men!”

“H-hi!” I stammered at Elena, boy did she stir up so much lust in me! It was embarrassing and intoxicating all at once.

“Hi!” She blushed, “I love you in a tie Shawn, you’re so handsome! Lizette doesn’t your brother look handsome in a tie?” I heard Lizette groan in the background.

“Don’t mind her, she agrees, how could she not?”

“Did you...sleep okay?”

“You tell me, you were there!” Elena laughed softly as Lizette emitted another groan.

“Nooooo, please! Don’t tell me you two...”

“Relax babe!” Toni soothed her, “They’re consenting adults, and they’re not really related?”

“It doesn’t matter! It’s...icky! Shawnie put our mama down!” She whined, but it was too late, our past selves were in charge again! When that happened, I was no longer Shawn Bradford, I was this horrible Tomas that Elena had told me about...he was the worst!

“The sire bond Lizzie, poor little cis hetero boys can’t resist it! Don’t be too hard on him babe!” Toni seemed to stand up for me a lot, much to the annoyance of my sister!

“Apologies for the interruption but...children we have a lot to get through today!” Vlad called over to us sternly, “Bradford, dear boy when you’re quite finished swapping saliva with Ms Alvarez, perhaps you could chair the meeting?” Consider me scolded, even though I was the big boss man now, Vlad could still make me feel like a naughty high schooler being told off by the principal! It didn’t help that my uncontrollable fixation on Elena was being made public, in front of Caleb & Lilith Vatore of all people! “Shall we begin?”

<Previous_Next>

[sincerely-raine]

I hate ppl who say I’m “lucky” for being flat chested like 🤨??? if anything I think y’all are lucky for being able to feel like real women (unless ur trans/enby then I’m hella sorry, I’m just shit talking cis women who say this shit)

Everytime my tits are brought up all I hear is “omg ur so lucky u can actually fit in clothes 😩” YEAH CHILDRENS CLOTHES

YOU THINK IT FEELS NICE ONLY BEING ABLE TO WEAR CLOTHES MADE FOR 8 YEAR OLDS??? WELL IT DONT BAE IN FACT ITS HELLA FUCKING HUMILIATING (sorry to bring out the all caps but they’re really good for letting out anger lolol)

And don’t even get me started on bras- bitch I can’t find fitting bras for SHIT every bra in my area is made for B-G cups THERE AINT NO AS OR AAS

I started puberty at 10 and didn’t get my first fitting bra till I was 14– even Victoria’s Secret let me down

Like they measured my tiddies and were all like “32A ur so lucky I wish I had ur size 🤪🤪🤪” then I walk over to the cabinets with bras in them…open the 32A drawer…you know what I saw?

Fucking B cups

In the 32A drawer

There were 4 B cup bras

In one of the biggest bra companies

And I know they were NOT Acups because they had unpadded cups in their bras (and they didn’t fit)

Bitch if there’s cups and they aren’t even padded then they are NOT Acups ✋🏻💀 I’m sorry but bra companies are too busy tryna tell us smallies that we’re not good enough and need to look bigger to give us UNPADDED bras

I have NEVER seen a bra company actually tell flat chesters that we don’t need to create an illusion of having big boobs (other than that Pepper.com site or whatever it’s called, love y’all 💞💞💞)

So yeah I wasted my money on that shit cuz yknow? I wanna feel like a woman, not a little boy, and idgaf if the bras are too big I was NOT wearing training bras for the rest of my life

So yeah wearing those bras made me insecure asf and I still am lmao

But naw back on track-

2 other problems with clothes:

-So many women’s shirts made for boobs….so many…

-And the baggy clothes

I said it a million times and I’ll say it again:

FLAT 👏🏻 WOMEN 👏🏻 DONT 👏🏻 HAVE 👏🏻 BOOB 👏🏻 CRACKS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

BOOB CRACKS ARE LITERALLY MADE OUT OF TWO LUMPS OF FAT PRESSED TOGETHER

WE DONT HAVE FAT DEAR LORD

And every fucking women’s shirt I see has a hole for the tiddy crack- and for us it either just shows our chest skin or our whole tiddies and nipples

I don’t wanna go walking round the street showing everyone what color the skin on my chest is or the color of my fucking areolas

AND THE SHIRTS THAT NEED BOOBS TO STRETCH THEM OUT OMFGGG

Every time I see them I’m like “Oooh a sexy crop top I wanna wear it!” 😃 then I’m like “Oh yeah…it’ll just look like a fucking tank top on me” 🙂 like y’all thiccer girls out there don’t know HOW MANY shirts need boobs-

I’d provide pics but my internet is shit but if u see a a big tiddies girl wearing a crop top- the reason why it’s a crop top is because 90% of what’s under her shirt is boobs, not shaming just tryna get it thru y’all’s head that PEOPLE NEED TO MAKE CROP TOPS FOR SMALL BOOBS WE WANNA FEEL SEXY TOO???

(Like for example the reason why clothes are tight on y’all is most likely cuz y’all tits take up most of ur shirt, take those tiddies away and that shirt will prolly be twice the size of you)

And the baggy clothes…I hate most baggy clothes, if u like them that’s cool but bitch I’m talking bout myself rn and that shit is ugly to me 😂😂😂 and the fact that ALL clothes are big and baggy on me makes me feel even uglier than I already am like wtf

And I’m used to baggy clothes I wear them all day everyday!!! Ever since I was fucking born! That’s shits getting boring I wanna feel sexy and wear skin tight clothes but nooooo all tight shirts are made for BOOBS

I’d need to go to a fucking professional tailor to get a tight shirt and waste $1k for one shirt or sum shit

Next topic:

The insecuritiesssss ✨✨✨

We’re all insecure but when you’re flat you got ur own insecurities that you can’t tell anyone about otherwise they’ll just disregard every fucking thing you say in exchange for “but you can fit in shirts” (thanks a lot, bitches, that helps so much)

And for y’all’s record: stop telling flat chesters that we can cosplay dudes easier, telling us that we look like men doesn’t help, in fact it makes it worse cuz we tell ourselves that exact thing everyday 🙂

And not everyone likes cosplaying?? So???? What’s ur point

The fact that men say they don’t care bout breast size then continue to ONLY sexualize big boobs like yes tf you do care, we know this. I can’t even look up small boobs in any explicit manner without seeing CHILDREN (hentai children ofc but still children) LIKE WERE NOT KIDS STOP CALLING US KIDS unless you are a kid 🤪 and can y’all stop with the pedophilic hentai? That shits disgusting

And STOP DRAWING SMALL BOOBED CHARACTERS WITH BIG BOOBS I can’t even count how many times I saw fan art of Miku with big boobs- SHES FLAT AND YALL KNOW THIS STOP FUCKING CHANGING HER BODY YALL DONT KNOW HOW MANY PPL UR HURTING WITH THAT SHIT

And it’s not just her too 🙄 like is it that fucking hard to draw a flat chest, y’all always draw it on men, why not women? Hm? Do u not like flat women? Think we’re not good enough? Well good for you cuz we’d never date boring ass, offensive ass incels like you anyways. You could never have these cute A cups ❤️❤️❤️

I was gonna add “vent post” at the top but fuck it, this shits important to us flatties and if u skip this post I hope you step on a tac 💓

[nightmarewritings]

So the “It's Me, Billy” fan film was nice, but it made me want to write my own interpretation of an old Billy, but like, an absolutely sappy short fluff fic that's also Billy/reader because I like thinking about someone treating him kindly.

Remember, even the best fan films are just as your fanfics!

When The Seasons Change

Billy fumbled around, reaching for the candy cane. His gnarled hand closed around it, tightening into a fist. Now was the time…

He hung it on the Christmas tree and turned to face you, a smile on his face. The two of you had been together for years, and though he was considerably more wrinkled than he was when you first met, he was still just as handsome to you.

“Thanks, Billy, I’m glad I can always count on you.” You said, patting your hand on his shoulder.

“Y-yeah? I did, I did good?” His throat was dry, it seemed to be dry more often the older he got, and his vocal talents had diminished somewhat.

“Of course, you always do.” You would have said more, but the breath was knocked out of you as he pulled you into a tight hug, his frame bending over yours until his head was snugly nestled beside your neck.

“Thank… Thank you.” Your neck began to feel wet, and it took you a moment to realize Billy was crying.

“Billy? You okay?”

He tightened his grip, not releasing you from his arms or lifting his head. You ran your fingers through his once thick hair, that always seemed to calm him.

“So kind to your good Billy. Christmas is our time, not-Agnes.” It had been so long since he had called you that.

You remembered the first time you met him, the moment you learned the calls you were getting weren’t from some far away creep, but instead the man in your attic. Rather than show fear, you extended a hand, one lonely soul offering companionship to another. Billy had never been able to tell you why he accepted, the closest he came was saying he felt safe somehow.

You found his glasses for him, took him to the doctor and held his hand while he received his shots, and managed to talk him into seeing a therapist. You had even offered your hand to him in marriage, and he eagerly accepted, though it was never legally validated.

The two of you never had any children, Billy worried often about being a bad father, but you never felt their absence. Billy was fond of cats, and the two of you adopted one each. Billy spoiled them both completely.

“Billy, you’ve always been good.” You knew he had issues with self-doubt, and the rough childhood he had told you about undoubtedly had something to do with it, and you had always made an effort to call him your ‘Good Billy’ as often as possible, to drown out the negative thoughts.

He shook his head, surprising you.

“Nooooo, not always. I was… I was bad. Evil. Rotten, cruel Billy. I-I-I hurt them, the girls. On Christmas.” He sobbed. “You should, should have left me.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Billy, sweet, sweet Billy. I’ve known since the day we met. But that wasn’t your fault, you were ill, Billy. Nothing on earth could have made me abandon you then, and nothing in the universe could make me do that now.”

It had always been a struggle for you, knowing Peter took the fall for those murders, but your loneliness, your compassion, and your rapidly growing affection for Billy had driven any thought of turning him in from your mind. He never did anything like that again, you made sure of it. The years passed, your love for him grew, and soon your first meeting and the things he had done before became only a memory.

His hold softened. All this time, you had known, and still you loved him and showed him compassion and understanding the likes of which he had never received before! Billy felt his heart swell with happiness.

“Love you. I love you, so so so so much.” Was all he managed to choke out, repeating the sentiments as his tears turned from ones of guilt to ones of joy.

“I love you too Billy.”

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

Idk if this is a good prompt but im always a sucker for clothes swap fluff so 👉👈 smth with grillby wearing sans’ jacket maybe?

This is so freaking cute. I might have to write like, three alternate versions of this.

Once again, I think I strayed a bit from expectation writing this one. Also, it’s entirely off-season. And I think I got a bit sloppy at the end, so I apologize for that. If you can’t tell, I don’t think very highly of my own writing. In any case, here’s the one-shot that nearly turned into multiple chapters!

Grillby Looks Good In Blue

Word count: 4961 Summary: When it’s revealed that Grillby doesn’t have a Halloween costume, Frisk comes up with a great idea.

Grillby had never been particularly festive. Even after opening his new bar on the surface, the ‘holiday spirit’ people talked about continued to elude him. The older members of his family didn’t celebrate many holidays, and what celebrations they did have were never more than another family gathering. He enjoyed them, of course. Any opportunity to see his brothers and niece was a welcome one! But he’d never decorated his bar or hosted any sort of seasonally themed party. So, when he learned about the human holiday of ‘Halloween’, he didn’t plan to come up with a costume.

(He planned to close early and hand out candy, of course. He had a soft spot for children.)

The night before Halloween, Grillby’s bar was lively with excited monsters and humans alike. The anticipation for the big night was palpable as people chattered among themselves, talking about their costumes, the best places to get candy, and parties that were going to be held. The sun had only just started to set when the bell above the door rang, a familiar family of monsters entering with a single human child.

“Welcome back,” Grillby greeted with a small smile. The whole gang was there- Toriel, Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans… even Asgore was there. Sans and Frisk made a beeline for the bar while the rest of the group discussed seating arrangements. Grillby started pouring a glass of apple juice for Frisk automatically, placing it in front of them as the child struggled up onto a barstool. “It’s good to see you all again. What’s the occasion?”

Sans shrugged and hopped up into his usual seat. “Well, we’re gonna have a little All Hallows Eve Eve party while we put the finishing touches on everyone’s costumes. Thought that since we’re all here, it’d be nice to go out to eat together. It was mostly Frisk’s idea.”

Grillby chuckled. “Well, I think it was an excellent idea. Now, what can I get the two of you started with?”

The night wore on with plenty of food, drinks, and laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Frisk and Sans went back to sit with the others during dinner, but when it was time for dessert, Frisk was right back up at the bar to talk with Grillby. They were excited to tell him about their costume. “Guess what I’m going as for Halloween!” they demanded, bouncing on their stool.

Grillby set a piece of cake in front of Frisk as he carefully monitored the stool’s stability. “I don’t know, what?”

“Nooooo,” Frisk whined, “That’s not how it works! You have to guess!”

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’re going to be… adorable,” he teased, ruffling their hair.

Frisk laughed, pushing his hand away. “No, I’m not! I’m going to be scary!”

Grillby shook his head. “Forgive me for being unable to imagine that. What scary thing are you going as, then?”

Frisk was unable to contain their excitement any longer, jumping up on the stool. “I’m going to be a zombie!” they yelled. As they did, the stool teetered beneath them.

Ding! You’re blue now!

Grillby had reached out and grabbed Frisk by the shoulders at the same time Sans turned them blue and levitated them, the unbalanced stool the child was sitting on hitting the floor. Sans walked up to the bar and righted the stool, chuckling as he found a seat of his own. “Careful, kid. Don’t want you partying too hard now.”

Frisk gave both of them a sheepish grin as they were set back on their stool, looking up at Grillby. “Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to be a zombie for Halloween. It was Sans’s idea!” They shoveled a big bite of chocolate cake in their mouth as they looked at the skeleton.

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. “I mean, a supernatural being that keeps coming back to life no matter how many times you’ve killed it? It seems appropriate.”

Grillby wasn’t sure what Sans meant by that, but at that point, he was used to it enough to not bother asking. He turned to Frisk and poured them a glass of milk to go with their dessert. “Well, make sure Sans sends me a picture. I’m sure it will look great.”

Frisk nodded eagerly, taking the glass of milk and drinking half of it in one go. Grillby offered them a napkin before they could wipe their mouth on their sleeve. Frisk took it, scrubbing at their face and smiling up at him. “So,” they asked, “What’s your Halloween costume gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m not really doing anything for Halloween,” Grillby responded as he moved to wipe some crumbs from his bar. “I will be handing out candy, though, if you’d like to stop by.”

“You don’t have a costume?!” Apparently, in Frisk’s mind, this was a horrible tragedy. “But everyone put a costume together! Even Sans made one!”

Papyrus, overhearing this, looked up from where he’d been enjoying a plate of pasta with chocolate sauce. “Wait, Sans, you actually made a costume?! I thought you said you were just going to buy one!”

Sans shrugged. “Yeah, well, everyone else was making their own. Besides, the costume I came up with is a piece of art. You can’t get that at a store.”

Frisk didn’t look impressed. “Sans, your costume is literally a shirt with the word ‘life’ written on it and a bowl of lemon drops.”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to work with. You know what they say- when life gives you lemons…”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS THAT DOESN’T COUNT AS A COSTUME AT ALL!”

Grillby chuckled from behind the bar, fond. “I think it sounds very you, Sans.”

Sans grinned up at him. “Heh, at least someone appreciates my talents. Anyway, Grillbz, the kid is right. It’s our first Halloween on the surface. You gotta do something more than just hand out candy.”

Apparently, everyone was listening at that point, because that was when Alphys stood up. “O-Oh! If, um, if you still n-need a costume, I, uh… w-well I have some material l-leftover from making mine and Undyne’s! I’m sure we can- um- c-come up with some ideas, haha…”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Toriel chimed in. “You should join us for our costume-making party tonight, Grillby. Then you can accompany Frisk with us for trick-or-treating.”

Grillby adjusted his glasses, a bit flustered by all the sudden attention. “I-i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Undyne laughed, getting up. “Too late, fire dude! If Frisk says you need a costume, then that’s that. Now let’s close this joint and get going already!”

As Undyne and Papyrus began rounding people up and making them go home so Grillby could close the bar, the fire monster chuckled to himself. Maybe, just this once, he could have a little more fun with a holiday.

It felt odd, being in Toriel’s house. Grillby considered the others his friends, but he’d never actually hung out with any of them outside the bar before. Everyone was gathered in the living room, where multiple old bedsheets had been spread on the floor and furniture. The group spread out around the living room as they helped each put finishing touches on their designs with hot glue and paint. “The bedsheets are a clever idea,” Grillby commented lightly as he took a cup of tea from Toriel (he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he usually didn’t drink tea. It was basically just hot flavored water).

The motherly monster smiled, sitting in an armchair and watching the scene in front of her with a fond look in her eye. “Dr. Alphys suggested it. She’s very good at arts and crafts!”

“Speaking of arts and crafts,” Sans interjected from his spot on the couch, “It’s time to figure out what Grillby’s costume is going to be.”

Alphys had a lot of ideas. “Oh! Y-you could go as a gender-bent v-version of Sailor Mars! Or maybe, um, if you c-can burn blue for- for the evening you could go a-a-as Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist! Oh, I b-bet you could m-make a great Kyoya! Uh, from O-ouran Highschool Host Club?”

...Grillby didn’t understand what she said, but was flattered anyway. Kind of.

Sans decided to step in and rescue Grillby before Alphys put him in cat ears. “While those are all good ideas,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe we should think of something that we can, y’know, throw together overnight? Plus I’m pretty sure all those characters wear like fancy clothes and stuff. That’s what Grillby wears already. Hardly counts as a costume.”

Papyrus stood up specifically so he could put his hands on his hips. “Well the whole point of a costume is to dress up for the evening! What is Grillby supposed to do? Dress down?”

That gave Frisk an idea. They got up, walking over to Grillby and pulling on his arms to make him stand up. “Come here for a second!” Then, they went and grabbed Sans, pulling him to stand next to Grillby. Frisk took a couple of steps back, rubbing their chin in thought as they inspected the two side-by-side. Apparently, they liked what they saw, because they smiled. “Hey Sans, do you mind if I change your costume a bit?”

“Uhhh, what are we talking about when we say ‘a bit’?” Sans asked, unsure of where Frisk was going with this.

Alphys seemed to catch on, because anyone who has read lots and lots of fanfiction can guess where this is going. “Ohhhh, that’s g-genius, Frisk! But, u-um, Grillby’s a lot taller than Sans.”

Frisk’s smile only widened, the plan coming together in their mind. “Sans’s jacket is big enough! And I’m sure we can find him a white T-shirt that’s big enough!”

The skeleton waved a hand at them, interrupting. “Sans’s jacket is big enough for what?”

Frisk and Alphys shared a mischievous look. Sans looked up at Grillby (who was still confused and clueless) and came to a terrible realization.

He was going to have to tie his shoes for once.

 “Do I really have to keep the shirt tucked in?”

“Yes! Grillby always has his shirt tucked in!”

“A-and don’t- don’t slouch. You have to, um, g-get into character!”

“When did this go from a Halloween costume to full-on cosplay?”

Sans tugged at his suspenders as he inspected the completed outfit. Somehow, Frisk and Alphys had managed to find a white button-up, dress pants, and dress shoes to fit Sans. Grillby’s suspenders could be adjusted down to fit Sans, and bowties tended to be one-size-fits-all, so Sans got to wear the real deal in those departments. Finally, Toriel had taken the lenses out of an old pair of reading glasses she didn’t use and set the frames on Sans’s skull (Frisk taped the sides since Sans didn’t have ears).

The skeleton couldn’t help chuckling. “Man, no wonder Grillby is pretty fit. Getting dressed in this stuff is a whole workout.” It didn’t look bad, though. He glanced upstairs, where Papyrus and Toriel had whisked Grillby away for his ‘transformation’. Sans had already managed to get fully dressed, and his usual outfit was way simpler than Grillby’s. What was taking so long?

The others seemingly had the same thought. Undyne crossed her arms, walking to the base of the stairs. “HEY PAPYRUS! WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?!” she yelled through the house.

Papyrus cracked the door to Toriel’s room open for a moment. “JUST BE PATIENT, UNDYNE!”

Toriel pushed the door the rest of the way open, sighing. “Please, both of you, no shouting in the house. We… had a minor issue with finding a T-shirt, is all. Grillby is changing in my bathroom, he’ll be down in a moment.”

Just then, Papyrus spotted Sans, eyesockets widening. “OH MY GOD! Sans, you actually have style for once!”

“Heh, thanks, I guess…” Sans felt nervous, for some reason. What if Grillby thought he looked dumb? What if Grillby got really uncomfortable with this idea? What if he got mad? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to force him to-

The door to Toriel’s room opened again, a warm light filling the hall. If Sans could have blushed, he would have.

Sans’s shorts were wide enough around the waist to fit Grillby, although they didn’t quite go down to his knees. The old white shirt Toriel had found him was a bit more form-fitting than the ones Sans usually wore, clinging near his waist and the center of his chest. Amusingly, Sans’s slippers were a bit too big on the fire monster, if the way he had to shuffle in them to get them to stay on was any indication. What got Sans, though, was the jacket.

Sans’s hoodie fit Grillby perfectly. 

Grillby had shot Papyrus a questioning look when he was handed Sans’s jacket, still unsure about the whole thing. “Will this even fit me?” he asked skeptically. “I’m quite a bit taller than Sans.”

“Well, it’s very big on Sans,” Toriel pointed out. “Just try it on. I’m sure we can go find a cheap blue hoodie in the morning to complete the look if that doesn’t fit.”

Papyrus nodded. “Or if it smells too much like ketchup for you to bear!”

The bartender still wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to just try it on, right? Blushing a bit under the attention the other two were giving him, he shrugged on the blue jacket. Papyrus was right, it did smell a little like ketchup. But…

As the weight of the fabric settled around his shoulders, something in Grillby relaxed. The fabric that lined the inside of Sans’s jacket was surprisingly soft, and the sleeves were just long enough that if Grillby wanted to, he could pull them over his hands. The fire monster’s face grew hotter, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. He was wearing Sans’s clothes. He was wearing Sans’s jacket. He wrapped his arms around himself without thinking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found that Toriel and Papyrus were both staring at him. He shifted a bit, fiddling with the hoodie strings. “...wh-what? Is something wrong?”

After a long moment, Toriel smiled, raising a hand to her mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter. Papyrus tilted his head, entirely bemused. “Grillby, why did you turn blue? Is it that overwhelming? I told Sans he needed to wash that old thing more often!”

Toriel lost her composure, laughing softly. “That’s not what it means when a fire monster turns blue, Papyrus.”

“W-wait, I’m what-?!” Grillby ran back into Toriel’s bathroom. Sure enough, the blush on his cheeks had turned a vibrant blue, along with some of the flames that made up his hair. “Oh. Oh no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?! I don’t understand! Ms. Toriel, why are you laughing?!” Papyrus frowned, unhappy at being left out of the loop. 

Toriel was all too happy to clarify. “Fire monsters blush differently than other monsters. The flames that make up their faces change temperature depending on the emotion. When they’re embarrassed, they may turn red. When flustered, a brighter orange. The most dazzling display, though, is when a fire monster is-”

“You can’t tell Sans!” Grillby suddenly cried out, nearly shouting it. He went back into the bedroom, willing himself to calm down. “Fuck, I can’t let him see me like this…!”

Toriel decided to let the language slide, focusing on calming Grillby down. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly, “We won’t tell him. You should tell him yourself.”

Grillby shook his head. “No, no no no no no. Sans can’t know about this. It’s entirely inappropriate, and it would ruin everything we already have-”

Toriel held up a hand to stop him. She tilted her head a bit, concerned. “Now why would it be inappropriate? You’re adults. If you both consent to a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Grillby groaned. “It’s- I’m a fire elemental and he’s a skeleton. We’re not going to be compatible.”

Toriel frowned at that. “Now that’s an outdated mindset and you know it,” she huffed. “You like him, don’t you? I’m sure even if he didn’t like you that way, you could still be friends after telling him.”

“Like him in what way?!?!” The Great Papyrus interrupted, starting to get irritated that the author seemed to keep forgetting he was there.

Toriel looked at Papyrus, then sighed, smiling a bit as she looked back at Grillby. Grillby groaned again, hanging his head in defeat. “Fire monsters turn blue,” he mumbled, “When they’re in love.”

Papyrus took a moment to process that. Grillby was in love… he’d turned blue when he put Sans’s jacket on… Oh! The pieces clicked in his skull. “HOLY FU-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Grillby took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, trying to stay calm and, more importantly, stay cold. Sans would probably say I just need to ‘chill out’. Or be ‘cool’, Grillby thought to himself, his awkward smile becoming a bit more genuine in amusement. He stepped into the living room, holding his arms out in a sort of ‘Ta-da!’ motion. Frisk started clapping while Alphys took pictures, both of them far more excited about the outfit change than they should have been.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘hottest’ new fashion trend, Grillby casual.”

Sans caught Grillby’s attention, the fire monster turning to look at him. “Ha, funny, Sans,” is what he said on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming. Stay chill stay chill stay chill stay chill god damn it now that terrible joke is stuck in my head holy shit just stay chill! 

“Y-you look nice,” Grillby managed to stammer out. “I never thought I’d see you wear a tie that wasn’t printed on the shirt.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sans replied with a wink. “So I guess it’s decided then? We’re going as each other for Halloween?”

Grillby nodded, barely trusting himself to speak. “I suppose so…”

Frisk jumped up on the couch. “WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH US!!”

The next several minutes were filled with Toriel lecturing Frisk about jumping on furniture and yelling in the house.

The next day, the whole group met at Grillby’s to get ready, taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had a total of four bathroom stalls. Grillby volunteered to put his costume on last, soul thrumming with anxiety. He was sure that the evening was going to be the hardest evening of his life (oh, the things he put himself through for Frisk’s sake).

Grillby was far from unaware of his feelings for Sans. He’d had a bit of a crush for a long time, and in the time since they’d been released from the Underground, that affection had only grown. There was just something about the skeleton that made him want to sit and talk with him forever. It would never work out, though. Relationships were complicated, and Grillby didn’t want to mess up what he already had. If he made a move and it didn’t work out, it would be hard to go back to just being friends. Needless to say, Sans’s new ability to turn Grillby’s flames blue without even being in the room was a huge problem.

“Hey fire dude, your turn!” Undyne pulled Grillby from his thoughts, thrusting the bartender’s costume into his arms. “Hurry up and get changed! It’s almost time to get going!”

Grillby nodded, a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden. “R-right. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He took his time getting dressed, carefully monitoring his temperature. For the most part, he was fine. He could forget that he was dressed as his favorite skeleton, even be amused by it. There was no problem at all… until he got to the jacket.

Slipping on Sans’s hoodie, Grillby felt his temperature immediately rise. He was never cold, but he could still appreciate that the jacket was comfortably warm. Between the smell and the weight, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Sans had his arms around him. 

Oh god, there was no way he was going to make it through this night.

Cautiously stepping out of the bathroom stall, Grillby looked in the mirror and confirmed what he already suspected. That bright blue tint had returned to his face. He took a deep breath, willing it away, but some of the flames that formed his hair and cheeks wouldn’t cool off. The traitorous streaks of heat flickered and Grillby felt like he was being mocked. 

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Grillby panicked, pulling up the hood of the and ducking his head to hide his face. Glancing to the side, he wanted to scream. Of course, it was Sans.

Sans looked worried, dress shoes clicking on the tile floor as he walked over. “You okay, Grillbz? You’ve been in here for a while. I was starting to get worried.”

“I-i’m fine,” Grillby stammered, turning to look at the wall, the counter, anywhere but at Sans. “I’m just nervous. It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this.”

Sans chuckled, a gentle sound that soothed some of Grillby’s nerves. “C’mon, you can’t mess up Halloween. Just ‘chill’ out and enjoy yourself.”

Sans was right. There wasn’t any reason to be this worked up. So long as he focused on the festivities, Grillby didn’t run any risk of being flustered again. “Alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” He straightened up, looking in the mirror again and sighing in relief. For now, the blush was gone.

Later that evening, the Halloween festivities were in full swing. Monster and human children alike were wandering up and down the streets with their parents, laughing and playing as their buckets and bags slowly filled with sweets. Frisk insisted on dragging as many people as they could up to each door with them, insisting that, “Larger groups of people get more candy!” 

Of course, being a pretty big group of monsters, they couldn’t all fit on a doorstep at once. Instead, they all took turns. Two people would go with Frisk at a time, and the rest of them would just wave from the street.

Sans put his hands in his pockets as he watched Grillby and Asgore walk Frisk to the door of the next house, chuckling a bit as the former king stopped to admire the flowerbeds. His gaze drifted to Grillby. He’d been worried that the bartender would feel a little out of place, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, holding Frisk’s hand as the child cheered, “Trick or treat!”

The couple at the door stopped to ask about their costumes like any other house, putting a few pieces of candy in Frisk’s bag. Sans couldn’t hear what was said, but when Grillby explained his costume, whatever the couple said made him laugh. Sans smiled to himself, fond. 

Undyne elbowed Sans, arching an eyebrow at him. “Dude, you’re staring again.”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well, he’s being really cute. Besides, anyone could appreciate a guy that hot.”

Undyne groaned. “Okay, but being serious, why don’t you just talk to him already? The guy obviously has a thing for you. Nobody would let you rack up a tab like yours if they didn’t want to cook for you all the time.”

“I know,” Sans admitted, “But he can be kinda shy. I don’t wanna scare him off by making the first move.”

She just rolled her eyes. “If he’s shy, he’s never gonna confess to you. Just go for it, man!”

Sans looked back at Grillby. In the time they’d been talking, the fire monster had picked Frisk up and put them on his shoulders, smiling as Frisk declared which house they should go to next. He was so good with the kid. He let Frisk hang out at the bar after school all the time, and he’d even helped them with their homework once or twice. The bartender was one of the sweetest guys Sans had ever met. How could the skeleton not like him? And Sans had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. “You know what? Fine,” he said, looking back at Undyne. “I’m gonna tell him.”

Undyne looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my god.” Undyne whipped out her phone, pulling up her camera. “Fucking finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Alphys! Alphys, it’s finally happening, come help me film this!”

Sans laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with his suspenders. “Thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is something I kinda want to do alone? Grillby’s a private guy. You’ll make him nervous.”

Undyne groaned. “Fine, but you better tell me how it goes!”

Sans gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, captain.”

“I mean it!” she emphasized, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I want every detail.”

Sans chuckled. “I’ll make sure to ‘burn’ the moment in my memory. Now get out of here, they’re coming back.”

Grillby and Asgore rejoined the group, Grillby handing Frisk off to Toriel. “I believe it’s your turn, You Majesty.”

Toriel smiled a bit. “Now what have I told you about that? It’s just Toriel now.” She turned to the others. “Sans? Would you like to come as well?”

“I’ll c-come!” Alphys quickly interjected. “We sh-should all go! Except Sans and Grillby! G-Grillby just went, and, u-um… Sans, well…”

“I’m too lazy to go all the way up to the door,” Sans finished for her. “I’ll hang back here with Grillby. You all go on ahead.”

Toriel tilted her head, trying to figure out what Sans was planning before understanding hit her. She smiled a bit and nodded. “Alright, you two. Don’t fall too far behind.”

“This won’t take very long,” Sans assured her, waving them off. Frisk lead the way, and pretty soon it was just Sans and Grillby, walking side by side in the cool autumn evening.

Grillby adjusted his glasses, glancing curiously at Sans. “...alright. What is this all about? I can tell you’re plotting something.”

Sans chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve always been able to read me pretty well.” And somehow the bartender was still totally oblivious. “I just wanted to talk with you for a minute. Just you and me.” He stopped walking, looking Grillby up and down. “...y’know, you don’t look half bad in my jacket.”

Oh god. The fear of blushing and tipping Sans off returned at full force, Grillby swallowing hard. “Th-thank you? Um, I think you look nice, too. Dressed up, I mean.”

“Eh, you pull it off better.” Sans shrugged. “You know, you’ve been kinda quiet this evening. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” Grillby answered too quickly. He’d honestly been avoiding talking to Sans too much. Sans was far too good at flustering him and making him laugh. “Why do you ask?”

Sans huffed, fond as he tilted his head. “Well, I’ve been thinking. Hanging out with everybody is great and all, but I’d kinda like to spend more time with just you, y’know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous. He didn’t want to make Grillby uncomfortable by being too direct, but he couldn’t be too subtle. Otherwise, it would go over the fire monster’s head. He took a deep breath and braced himself. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go get breakfast or something sometime?”

Grillby nearly choked. What was Sans trying to say? Surely he wasn’t asking what Grillby wanted him to thought he might be asking. He felt his temperature rise without his permission and reflectively pulled up the hood of the jacket, covering his face with his sleeves. If anything, remembering that he was hiding in Sans’s jacket just made it worse. He tried to say something, but to his dismay, all he could get out was a flustered squeak.

That was about the reaction Sans was expecting. “Grillby? You okay?” Sans asked gently. He stepped closer, trying to move into the bartender’s field of vision.

“F-f-fine…!” Grillby managed. He was dead. He was going to die. This was a disaster.

“Heh, sure,” Sans mumbled, giving him a small smile. “Alright, if you’re gonna be shy about it, let’s try this a different way.” The skeleton reached up and gently took Grillby’s hands in his own, pulling them away. Grillby’s face was burning with beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue, all mixing together. Sans chuckled a bit, putting his hands on the bartender’s shoulders and making him lean over. “Come here, you dork.” He stood up on his toes, pulling the fire monster’s hood down as he did.

The light show when Sans kissed him was spectacular.

Papyrus, who had been watching the whole time, jumped out of the bushes. “OH MY GOD, SANS!” He was shortly followed by Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk, who were all rewatching the scene from Frisk’s phone.

“That was s-so cute!” Alphys gushed. “You’re so adorable t-together! I think it’s my new OTP.”

Grillby groaned, covering his face with one hand as Sans laughed. “I hate all of you.” He stopped as a hand slipped into his own, looking down at Sans.

Sans smiled up at him, still chuckling a bit. His gaze softened a bit as he ran his thumb over Grillby’s knuckles. “So,” he said quietly, “What do you say, firefly? Coffee this Saturday.”

Grillby smiled, finally letting himself blush without panicking. He laced their fingers together and gave the skeleton a gentle nod. “That sounds lovely.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! If you did, consider leaving me a comment to tell me your favorite part. If you want to send me a prompt, my asks are open!

[strawberrylemonz]

Friends

Part 5

Part 6 [CURRENT]

Part 7

DT: @lynn-draws-blog @artistconk @snapdragonfirefly @bargledblocks

--------------------

“He’s so cool!”

“He wasn’t scared or anything!”

Techno hummed as he listened to the two children, Luke and Bitzel, gush about how amazing they thought Tommy was. He couldn’t help but frown as they retold the story of how they all met each other. Cleaning Tommy’s cut, he frowned as the boy flinched away, swatting his hands in the process. 

“Hey!”

“Stop moving, Tommy.”

“No! Leave me alone!”

“Tommy-”

“Nooooo! It stings!”

"Theseus!”

Tommy froze as Techno rose his voice. Deo, Luke and Bitzel just sat on the bed, watching with awkward glances as the two royals stared each other down. Tommy refused to look away from Techno, but that didn’t stop his eyes from welling up with tears. Seeing this, the king’s eyes softened as he stuttered a bit. A frown formed on Techno’s face as he rubbed his face before sitting on the wooden floor. Taking the small boy’s hands in his own, Techno pulled Tommy closer to him. Rubbing the prince’s thumb in a comforting way, the king sighed before connecting the two foreheads together. Whispering in a comforting voice, Techno let his face fall. 

“I thought I had lost you.”

“Wha-?”

“I was scared, Theseus. I thought you were in danger. I thought that I lost you forever.”

Tommy sucked in a breath as he held back his tears. Rushing forward, he embraced Techno in a desperate hug, which was returned. The king just quietly held onto the boy, who sobbed out apologies. After he settled down from his sobbing, Tommy finally stepped back from Techno, who helped wipe the boy’s face free from tears. 

“Never scare me like that again, okay?”

“M’kay...”

Giving the boy a small smile, Techno ruffled his hair as he praised him.

“You did help those two, though. And you made friends. I suppose that cut of yours is also enough for you to have learned your lesson. You did the right thing.”

“Yes! I’m the biggest man around!”

“Don’t get a big head, Tommy.”

“Too late, big man.”

Techno groaned as the tiny blond straightened his posture, proudly smirking as Luke and Bitzel cheered him on. Deo let out an amused laugh before joining in on the cheering. Techno rolled his eyes as he ruffled Tommy’s hair, making the younger boy squeal. 

“You boys don’t leave the castle grounds, okay? I’ll send Red over so that you guys can have some snacks. Tiff should be coming soon with the sleepwear for all of you.”

“I don’t need sleepwear, I’m a big man!”

“Then what about your friends? I’m sure Deo wears them.”

Tommy opened his mouth to make a retort, only to stop. Humming for a bit, he turned to watch Deo, who was amused with everything. As he questioned the older boy, he deflated a bit when Deo confirmed that he did wear sleepwear. Sighing, the small prince nodded at Techno, who snorted at the sight.

“Fine, I’ll wear what Mrs. Tiff brings.”

“Good. You boys behave. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

As Techno left the room, Tiff entered. Humming, she handed each of the boys a set of clothes. Smiling as the kids scrambled to Tommy’s closet to get changed, she helped her husband set up the snacks and extra comforters. By the time the boys were done, the room was vacated and set up for them. As they all exchanged mischievous looks, the kids all ran for the snacks that had been set up. 

“Woah! Look at how much chocolate there is!”

“Yeah! They brought us Coke! Me gusta!!!!”

“Deo! Move! I’m trying to reach the apples!”

“Not my fault you’re short!” 

Staff chuckled and giggled outside the doors as they listened to the group of boys bicker and joke around with each other. Maids giggled as they spread the great news: the prince has finally made friends! Before one of the butlers could comment on the news, the door to the prince’s room opened. Before any of the staff could react, one of the pudding treats left for the boys was flung out of the door, hitting the butler on the face. Giggles from both the children and staff filled the air as the boys declared war on the staff. As the castle sprang to life in the late hours of the night, the king snored away in his room, happy that his kid was once again safe inside the castle.