#edgar gets very easily flustered with her

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quiet night in for madeline and edgar

[ghostthejester]

It's time for me to tell y'all more about my headcannons about the Cog Bosses >: )

Craig Edgar Oilcan - Trans, closeted bisexual. He will buy you legit anything you want if you're in his partner (can be platonic if you want) Like I said in a previous post, you'll hear a LOUD engine inside him if you press your ear against his chest/stomach. But why is that? He got himself an upgrade to have a bigger and more powerful engine so he'd have more energy for golfing, BUT he didn't bother getting extra coolant so he get's overheated quite easily, especially when flustered or angry. Which... is his entire existence, he's kinda always angry. And if you were curious, he's undergone full gender reassignment, both top and bottom surgery. Also, I must say, he's cool with wearing dresses if it'll make him look good. Anything that flatters him, or makes him look better, he's okay with. But calling him she/her? BIG No no!

Allan Bravecog - Pansexual, Intersex, He/Him or She/Her, loves baking (especially for Chris and Cathal). Oh, and he's married to Chris' as well. Changed him to be a bit more soft actually, it's very cute! Met Chris during high school, and they both got together after college when Chris got a stable job (one he's already quit to become the CFO we all know and love) Allan has a dislike for Craig, but then again, everyone does. Allan is slightly blind in his right eye, and needed to wear contacts since he was 14. Gossips with his employees and occasionally Chris about drama happening in the 5 departments. And two words... Family man!!! Big fun :3

Chris P. Dolair - Bisexual and polyamorous, He/Him, married to Allan! Allan turned him into the softest guy he knows, y'know, he used to wilt the flowers. Now, he makes them grow with Allan by his side! He was sour, he was mean, Toons and Cogs would cry when they looked at him. But... that all changed, at least when he's around his wonderful husband/wife. Really focused on work, but can make time for Allan when he needs to. Smokes, a lot. Thinks Craig was dumb to not get extra coolant when he got that engine upgrade, which is fair. Chris plays golf with Allan and Craig occasionally. Chris knew Craig in college, they used to work on projects together ! Chris just goes along with what Allan plans for the group.

(P.S. These 3 are in a polycule)

Diane Morsecode - Aromantic, Asexual. She/Them. Never had much of an attraction to anyone, and is the only one to have not known the other executives before getting their now-jobs. Diane went to a private school, and a prestigious college. Legit the most normal one. Also one of the smartest, she used to be a college professor before she quit to work at a law firm. And then when that law firm went bankrupt, she got their job as CLO at C.O.G.S. Inc! Sketches the other Cog bosses sometimes, she's surprisingly good at art. Sick of the other Cog Bosses being stupid, but they're still doing their jobs and she doesn't want to meddle with their lives. Their parents and them are on bad terms, and don't really communicate much, if at all.

And if you want my headcannons for John, uhhhhhhhh he used to date Craig during high school yeah, that's mostly it for him.

Sorry if these headcannons are bad, my brain is melting from insomnia :(

[letskidnapsenpai]

Hi! Could I request an Ikesen or Obey me matchup, please? 😊 You don't have to do this if you don't want to!

I'm an INTP-T, Aquarius. I'm 5'4 (my friends are all really tall which annoys me to no end) and use the pronouns she/they and have really frizzy and unmanageable brown (borderline black) hair that reaches around halfway down my back which I usually keep in a ponytail and really dark brown eyes. I also wear glasses but I usually just forget to put them on half of the time 😅

My day never starts without either a cup of coffee or at least some lemon/peach tea and I love music, reading ('The tell tale heart' by Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favourites), animals and art and plan on majoring in marine biology. My favourite colour is brown just because of how warm it is and my sleep schedule is non existent. 

I can be really insensitive sometimes by accident and have a really messed up sense of humor which is usually compiled of dark humor or self depreciative jokes. I'm generally very introverted, initially coming off as cold and/ or intimidating to people when they first meet me according to my friends so it takes a while for me to open up to people but I'm basically like a four year old on a sugar high once you get to know me. A smart and slightly emotionally detached four year old but a four year old with no impulse control or sense of self preservation on a sugar high nonetheless. 

I struggle with self-love but I'll be damned if I ever let anyone else think or say anything bad about themselves and I'm really prone to bouts of emotional numbness whenever I get triggered by something like someone yelling at me or a loud noise which leads to me being very distant at times and causing me to struggle with maintaining any kind of relationship (be it platonic, romantic or familial). I'm overly confrontational and swear like a sailor and will not hesitate to call someone out especially when it comes to people I care about.

My love language is physical touch which I think comes from being overly touch starved and I'm clingy and really affectionate, even in public, but get flustered really easily by the littlest things. Like, I cannot handle compliments.

Thank you and make sure to stay safe and take care of yourself! 🥰❤ Also, sorry if this is really long 😅

Hii!💖💫 I matched you with somebody from ikesen, because I felt like it would be better 💖💫 Matching you with someone was really hard, I couldn't choose who to match you with in Ikesen, because you would be awesome with everybody in something, but in the end I picked 💖 I hope it's not too short 🥺💖

My choice for you is... *dice roll* Mitsuhide! And here's why:

• Kitsune boy would tease you for your height, because he, like the other warlords, is giraffe, but little bit of teasing never killed anybody unless you decide to kill him in his sleep for it

• With his straight white hair does he use purple shampoo? and light, golden eyes, you're like perfect opposites when it comes to looks and you make each other's beauty stand out even more

• He'll remaind you to wear your glasses, so you don't go around, bumping into walls or worse, other men

• He probably likes morning tea too, so you two spend your morning in each other's company, drinking tea and talking about your night Mitsuhide's morning voice? I feel like I'm pregnant just from imagining it

• Mitsuhide can probably sing, so he'll either sing or read to you while you fall asleep in his arms

• Another difference between you two is your style, unlike you, he likes cold, light colours you're like Anna and Elza but again, that makes yours beauty stand out more

• He tends to overwork himself, so his sleep schedule is also really bad, but he'll with help if unnamed mom friend try to get you both to rest better, after all, he has to take care of his little mouse

• Something you're both same at is your humor, when you two joke, half of the warlords look at you concerned, Mitsuhide loves your joke and you love to make him laugh

• With Mitsuhide being, well, what he is, your accidentally cold first impression doesn't shock many people, and even less people show when they find out how hyperactive you actually are

• He loves how smart you're, he's so proud of you and he loves showing you off

• Struggles with self love? Don't know her. Mitsuhide can not only have you begging for him in seconds sorry not sorry but he'll also make sure you know how beautiful and perfect to him you are, because he loves you with his whole heart and he'll never let you think something bad about yourself

• He knows everything, so he also knows the real you, so he'll not give up with you even through your distantness and he'll make sure you're okay and everything, no matter what happens

• He'll find your sharp tongue amusing and even more after you scream at somebody for almost hour after that person said something rude about Ranmaru protect that bby

• He'll bathe you in affection, even in public, he doesn't care, he'll treat his lady right no matter who watches

• Prepare to shine red all day long, he's a tease and he'll do anything to make you blush, so you might as well just rename yourself to tomato

[idv-reader-requests]

May I request Edgar x Melly headcanons?

Edgar Valden (painter) x Melly Plinus (entomologist) relationship headcannons

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-Edgar isn’t the most down-to-earth person, so it would probably take him a while to realize he had feelings for Melly

-He really respects the passion people have for their crafts, though, and once he realizes how much entomology matters to Melly he’d definitely take interest in her

-probably happened when he saw Melly’s insect collection. Once a bug dies (naturally ofc) she’ll make a shadow box for it and preserve it!

-They’d start to have friendly conversations about it, and Melly would be super excited to be able to tell someone about different species and variations of insects

-Edgar thinks the different colors and textures are really interesting and admires how carefully Melly undergoes the process—it’s not easy getting the pins in the right place!

-That’s when he’d probably realize he had genuine feelings for her, but has no idea what to do about it at first

-he was raised to just go for whatever he wanted, but he’s smart enough to know an approach like that won’t work with Melly as she’s super down-to-earth and won’t be easily won over with expensive gifts

-eventually Edgar will ask Melly if he can paint some of the insects she’s collected. He views her shadow boxes as a form of art, and would never copy or use someone else’s art without permission

-he likes to paint in the same room Melly keeps the pinned bugs, but he’s lowkey scared of the live ones so he’ll just take the shadow box and leave if the swarm is out lmao

-he did actually want to paint them but he also wanted an excuse to spend more time with her

-Melly is super happy once she sees the finished products—it’s not every day someone takes the time to appreciate her craft

-she knows he’s scared of her live bugs, even though he won’t admit it. She starts to introduce him to them one at a time

-he doesn’t completely warm up to them until he sees a very pretty moth land on the outside of her hood and it’s so cute he just kinda melts

-speaking of, he’s definitely curious as to what she looks like but knows better than to ask. She hasn’t taken her helmet off yet and there’s probably a reason for it

-he catches her without her helmet once, when she was eating. He saw it next to her, and she was facing away from him so he offered to leave

-he was super surprised when she said he could stay

-took this mf like 10 minutes to actually look at her face because he wanted to respect her privacy

-once he does, though, this bitch is SMITTEN

-seriously, he thinks she’s the prettiest person he’s ever seen and doesn’t hesitate to tell her

-Melly freezes up when this happens, but it’s just because she’s not used to anyone treating her like this—Edgar absolutely loves it when she gets flustered and compliments her nonstop

-their relationship just kinda happens, although Edgar does ask her if she’d like to date him formally

- Edgar is usually the one to plan dates, he likes having small dinners in the manor’s garden, and will make sure no one is around to see Melly if she’s not comfortable with showing her face. Melly loves or because every time they see a bug she can explain what it is

-once someone walked in on them eating and before Melly could grab her hood Edgar THREW his cape over her head

-they’re not heavy on the PDA, but they don’t hide their relationship either. They hold hands constantly

-both have good game sense, so they’re not a couple who will drop everything to reduce the other at 5 ciphers

-Edgar will encourage her to show her face around people (he literally thinks she’s adorable) but doesn’t push her about it! He’s super supportive of her decisions no matter what they are

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This ended up being less about an actual relationship and more about how they got together lmao, hope you like it and thanks for requesting ❤️

[unapologeticallyaisha-archive]

Lost and Found - part 2/6

Through the window, Harrison saw Nerris coming towards the mess hall. He was torn between going up to her and running away, so he just stayed where he was.

Nerris got a glass of milk from the kitchen and sat down at another table, near Harrison. Harrison didn’t meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize, Harrison,” she said immediately.

“I sent you to another dimension!” he cried.

“And you brought me back,” she said. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tricked you like that. I didn’t know about your brother. I’m sorry.”

Harrison shifted to the same table as her. “I feel silly that we got into an argument about board games.”  

“It wasn’t about board games,” said Nerris. “It was about Edgar.”

Harrison got a very bad feeling. “Nerris, are you afraid of me?”

“What? No!” said Nerris. “You wouldn’t hurt people on purpose. Everybody should know that.”

“I’m also sorry about insulting your roleplaying,” said Harrison.

“No, I get it,” said Nerris. “You missed your brother. We could all play together sometime.”

“That … that would be nice,” said Harrison. “Do you want breakfast?”

“Kids, if you have any masterpieces you want to show to everyone, you can put it on the kitchen windowsill!” David called.

Nikki rushed to put an origami fish on the windowsill.

As Nerris went to the kitchen to get food, Harrison slowly opened one of the origami books and began folding a piece of red paper into a hat, feeling melancholy.

Edgar’s answers weren’t calming his parents down, and Edgar was dismayed by what his family had become. He remembered his parents as being easily flustered, but no matter how upset or stressed they became, they pulled through and held their family together.

Now, however, it seemed they had been shaken beyond repair, and Edgar couldn’t help feeling pangs of guilt. Whenever something went wrong, his constant instinct was to feel like it was his fault and he shouldn’t do anything to make it worse.

To make it worse, there was how they had reacted to Harrison. Their worst fears always came from their anxieties about Edgar getting hurt. The fact that they were now scared of Harrison horrified and disgusted him.

“Harrison is really sorry for what he did,” he said during a lull in conversation.

“We know, dear,” said his mother, a slight tremor in her voice. “We don’t blame him. We just … we were so worried. We didn’t know how to react.”

Edgar realized that his parents were averting their gaze from Harrison entirely. Harrison didn’t react to them, just concentrated on his origami.

“Harrison brought me back!” said Edgar, annoyed. “Isn’t that worth celebrating?”

“Of – of course it is,” his father stammered.

“This camp has been good for Harrison, and we’re glad,” Mrs. Copperfield added.

They weren’t even lying well. Edgar looked toward his brother’s mournful expression.

This wasn’t enough. Edgar didn’t want to go home, leaving Harrison knowing that his parents were still afraid of him. And he didn’t want his parents to burn themselves out looking after him.

Luckily, David interrupted the conversation. “Have you had breakfast?” he asked Edgar’s parents. “We have some leftover sausages!”

Edgar slipped off to the next table to talk to Harrison. “What’s the matter?” he said in a low voice.

“I was hoping bringing you back would fix things,” said Harrison mournfully.

“It can’t be fixed that quickly,” said Edgar. “Maybe things won’t be the same as they were before, but we can work through this. Just like we’ve always worked through everything else.”

“Will Mom and Dad be okay?” said Harrison.

“It’ll just take some time for them to recover,” Edgar said, but he only half-believed it.

Edgar had known events to change his parents. His early childhood memories were dim, but he didn’t think his parents had ever been the same people they were before his disability had become apparent and he’d received his diagnosis. He now feared that his disappearance had also changed them forever.

“Harrison,” said Edgar, “would you be okay if I stayed at camp?”

Harrison’s eyes widened with hopefulness. “You’re not leaving?”

“If you don’t mind me staying,” said Edgar.

“Why would I mind?” said Harrison, his eyes sparkling. “I’d love that!”

“Great!” said Edgar.

Nerris had returned from the kitchen with a plate of cold pancakes. It seemed she had heard them, because she was looking directly at them with wide eyes. Then she looked away.

Edgar returned to his parents, who were sharing a sausage, probably out of politeness. Harrison watched from the next table.

“You can have a look around before we take you home,” Mr. Copperfield told Edgar.

“Actually, Mom and Dad,” said Edgar. “I was wondering if I could come to this camp, too.”

His parents stopped eating. “What?” said his mother.

“I know it costs money, but I really like it here,” said Edgar. “Plus, I’ll get to hang out with Harrison.”

“We want to hang out with you, too,” said Mrs. Copperfield.

“What about Mrs. Theleman?” said Mrs. Copperfield. “She’ll want to talk to you. Everyone back home’s worried about you.”

“I know,” said Edgar, scrambling for justifications, “that’s why it’ll be stressful. Here I can just have fun.”

“But therapy is good for you.”

“It is.” Edgar almost dreaded the words he was saying. “I need time to think about what I went through before I talk to her. I’m sure Mrs. Theleman will understand. I’ll see you when summer’s over.”

“Actually, we’ve been invited back a month from now, on Parents’ Day,” said his father.

“That’s great!” said Edgar.

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Cradlesona: Atlis Leighton

[images made on picrew] [image 1: Hoshi Child Maker by Renu] [image2: Magic School Entrance Procedure by mizuki2633] [image 3: Momoiro Style Pretty Girl Maker by Momoiro]

Well, I went and made another OC! I have a thing for girls with short hair, if you couldn’t tell. My own hair is short so I went with what I know best XD

Basic Info

Name: Atlis Leighton

Nickname(s): Lis

Age: 23

Affiliation: Neutral

Occupation: Bookshop Clerk, Central Quarter

Home: Red Territory

Height: 5′6″

Paired With: [currently no one, because I can’t choose who she might compliment best]

Appearance

Eyes: Gold/Yellow

Hair: Red, short length, two longer pieces in front of her ears

Piercings: ears

Features: pale skin, slight build, small nose, slight gap between her front teeth

Additional Info: almost always smiling (even if it’s forced/fake)

Personality

Atlis is very bubbly and outgoing, usually asking twenty questions in two minutes. She’s naturally inquisitive, even if she doesn’t understand what is being discussed. She tries to make friends with just about anyone but usually has a good sense about who can and can’t be trusted. Her lack of personal boundaries is unsettling to some, but she takes the criticism fairly well (usually only pouts a bit but then complies quickly if asked to back off). When in ‘work mode’, she’s very cliche for a bookstore clerk; calm, quiet, and always carrying a mug of tea around with her nose in a book. She reads everything she can get her hands on, although her retention of material is sometimes not the best. She’s not always great with names but recognizes faces, sometimes giving people nicknames until she can remember what their real name is. She lets her emotions run rampant on her face, and this sometimes backfires because people can tell when she’s sad or upset. She cries easily, both from frustration and cute or sad things. She has a love of animals but doesn’t feel she would take good care of one personally so doesn’t keep a pet. Her favorite food is cookie dough and bread (not together, although she’s yet to try it so who knows). She prefers to wear looser clothing and tries not to wear a corset as much as possible, despite it being frowned upon. Eating and reading are her top two favorite things. She loves fluffy blankets and can be seen in the colder months trailing around the shop with one around her shoulders.

Background

Atlis grew up in Red territory in a house full of people. She has two older brothers (24 & 26), both in the Army, and one younger brother (15) who is still attending schooling. Her father remarried after the passing of her mother, when Atlis was eight. Her step-mother, Emilia, was very kind upon entering the family and took to Atlis like she was her own daughter. However, their relationship soured slightly a few years later (when Atlis was 10) when Emilia kept trying to get the girl to wear more traditionally feminine clothing and insisting she answer to Lis instead of Atlis, as she felt it could be construed as Elisabeth and was therefore more feminine. Atlis’s father chose to turn a blind eye to let the women work it out themselves, and this caused the bright cheerful child to retreat into herself and her books. Her brothers didn’t believe there was a problem and teased her about it all for a few years. When her youngest half-brother was five , he suddenly seemed to cling to her side and Atlis took to letting him follow her around and she read to him to help him sleep. This seemed to change Emilia’s mind about making Atlis more of a woman, and she let up on her ministrations.

Atlis attended school alongside some of the current Red & Black Army Officers but was never friends with them, as she preferred to keep her nose in books and wasn’t very outgoing after the incident with her family. Her brothers also paid her no mind, as they were too busy being goofballs and pulling pranks when they could. Atlis did fairly well in school but was never top of her class, as she often forgot to do assignments. She never joined any clubs because it would take away from her reading time and too many new people made her nervous.

Upon graduating, her father assumed she would follow in her brothers’ footsteps and join the Army but as she was under no obligation to, being a girl and the third born child, she decided to open a bookshop in the Central Quarter. Her father helped get her set up and her step-mother, a self-proclaimed interior designer (she is quite good, but Lis won’t tell her that), helped her decorate. She started off with second hand books that people would donate, and then goods from traders and craftsmen, until she grew into being able to sell newer books. Her younger brother started coming in on occasion to help around the store, mostly with cleaning and running small errands for her. She is by no means the only book store in the Quarter but she doesn’t mind, she enjoys her small clientele. And her father helps keep the business afloat should earnings be too low one month.

While the shop was first starting, Lis was still very shy and this hurt her shop some. Until one day a customer asked if Lis would be willing to host a book club, and she couldn’t refuse the shy happy look on the young girl’s face. Months of a book club slowly brought Lis out of her shell until she was once more the bubbly child she used to be, but now elevated from years of repressing herself. The book club drew people in, and soon she was dedicating a corner of her shop to aspiring writers and those who just needed to bask in the smell of books.

Relationship(s)

Black Army

Ray: She knows he likes cats, seems very lone-wolf, and that Fenrir is his best friend. But that’s about it. He isn’t impolite to her but doesn’t go out of his way to befriend her. He seems as strong of a King as Lancelot.

Sirius: He is always very kind when he visits the shop, sometimes even just popping in for a quick hello before he finishes patrol or errands. She always asks him what flowers are best for the shop, and a few times he has supplied her with some from the Black Army’s garden (when the first bath from him died, she pressed them to use as bookmarks, but she won’t tell him that). 

Luka: He comes by for writing utensils and notebooks, but gives off a cold vibe. He seems to have a particular disinterest in her but she tries not to take it personally, treating him like she would any other customer. She would like to know why he is so standoffish though.

Seth: His exuberance is a breath of fresh air to her and when they run into each other they both usually squeal. She wouldn’t say they’re good friends, but she considers him a friend nonetheless.

Fenrir: He makes her extremely nervous when he comes in as he is loud. He is a sweet man but she’s worried he will cause a disaster as he’s akin to a bull in a china shop. He has bought a few books before as gifts, but usually only comes in to pester her for several minutes and then is on his way. She’s not quite sure what to think of him.

Red Army

Lancelot: She’s a little scared of him but deeply respects how strong and steadfast he appears. She does not know him personally. Thinks he’s pretty.

Jonah: She chooses to let his snide remarks and pettiness go over her head, choosing to engage him with a smile and pretending to have no clue what he means by anything. She likes hearing him talk about mille-feuille, though. His face lights up and she thinks he looks even more beautiful.

Edgar: His calm demeanor and love of sweets makes him a fair compliment to her. She loves discussing stories and gossip with him, even if she doesn’t always know who or what he’s referring to. She thinks he’s rather charming and cute, but in a plain way. 

Kyle: Possibly her favorite patron, as he’s always browsing for new books and is amicable. However he reeks of disinfectant and alcohol and it prickles her nose, the smell never leaving her for the rest of the day. She always feels the need to clean anywhere he’s touched to get the smell out. He is always kind to her, saying hello with a smile which she returns. 

Zero: She’s barely said two words to him, and only when he’s with Edgar. He seems a nice enough guy but she doesn’t know much about him. He looks like he could be scary in a fight but he has such kind eyes.

Citizens

Harr: She’s seen him in passing but doesn’t know his name.

Loki: Any time he stops by her shop she offers him sweets and tea and lets him hang out for as long as he’d like as he stays relatively quiet. She only wishes he wouldn’t fall asleep on her favorite chair. She only knows his name but not really anything else about him, other than he looks like he needs a friend.

Blanc: One of her favorite customers, or freeloaders; she isn’t sure which he is. He comes in frequently but doesn’t always buy anything. Occasionally he’ll stop by with a new dessert and leave it for her. He seems to know more about her than she does about him, but she’s okay with that. His flirting and offhand compliments leave her flustered and cherry-red in the face for hours, even though she knows he does this to everyone. She enjoys his company immensely though.

Oliver: Child-Oliver is adorable but gruff, and she finds his attitude only slightly off putting. She finds it very hard to take him seriously when he looks like he could be her younger brother. Adult-Oliver gets her flustered and trying to speak to him is akin to her brain short-circuiting. It’s not that she has any romantic inclinations towards him, just that it’s hard to fuse the two images of him as one person.

[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - A Night to Remember

Requested by @groovysciencekid​

If I can make another request can I get a wedding day scenario with lance and a fem s!o just like you guys did with Harr (nsfw at the end).

Title: A Night to Remember

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character: Lancelot Kingsley

Genre: Romance, Smut, UA (Universe alterations)

Warnings: there is smutty smut ;)

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2757 words

Other comments: Universe alterations: I haven’t finished Lance’s romantic route (close to tho), but I imagine it doesn’t pan out exactly like this. In this universe,  Alice stays in Cradle with Lance~ You could read the romance/wedding part and then stop before the smut if that’s not your cup of tea! Sorry that I’m uploading this at night – I wanted to make sure that this was as good as possible! 

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Jonah fixes the train of your gown for the seventh time in the past hour, arranging the fabric so that it flows like water – but you swat his hands away with a laugh. “Any more of that and you’ll wrinkle it!” You bring a hand to cover your mouth as you giggle at his guilty expression.

“I just want this day to be perfect – for you and for Lancelot. As his Queen, I need to be sure tha-”

“That everything goes to plan, I know, Jonah!” You take his hands in yours to comfort him. “You’ve worked so hard on everything, I know that it will be amazing.” When you smile, he returns the gesture with a small grin followed by muffled sniffles. His eyes glaze over slightly with tears and he pulls your veil over your face to complete your wedding gown. “Are you crying… Jonah?”

He inhales sharply and wipes his face. “No. Something just got in my eye.” He looks away from you for a moment to regain his composure. “We should be getting to the carriage. It’s a bit of a ride to the garden, and you must be on time.” Jonah looks at the grand clock. “We should have left five minutes ago! We’re going to be late now!”

You pick up the front of your skirt, and Jonah the back, and the two of you leave the room to make your way to the carriage in the front of the Red Castle.

Lancelot only catches a glimpse of you as you descend the stairs to the carriages because Zero pulls the curtains. The king shoots his ace a nasty glare and tries to pull back the fabric to see you again.

“It’s bad luck to see a bride before the ceremony,” Zero explains, slapping Lancelot’s hand gently. “You will see her soon.”

Lancelot falls back against the cushions of the carriage with a dejected frown. “Is this because I asked Harr to be my best man and not you?”

Zero laughs and shakes his head. “Not at all. I know you have a past. But it’s a custom from her world. Honor it like you honor her.”

“Alright…” Lancelot grumbles, still upset that he could not admire you from afar. Zero had a point though, it was only a few hours until the ceremony, and after the celebrations, he could give you his undivided attention in his private quarters. He couldn’t help but imagine the events that would unfold tonight… the two of you had shared a bed before, but not like this. This would be the first night of intimacy between a husband and wife.

He would never admit it, but Lancelot could not wait to refer to you as his wife. The idea of being united with you made his heart flutter inside his chest. It was a strange feeling, but he embraced it, especially when you were standing directly next to him.

It is not long before the carriages reached the central quarter and the garden where the ceremony was to be held. The afternoon sun had begun to set past the horizon, leaving a soft pink light to stretch across the land. It makes the roses in the garden glow with life, and the scene takes your breath away. It was certainly going to be a wonderful wedding – Jonah even took into consideration the sunsetting and angled the altar so that light would shine on you and Lancelot.

The carriage came to a stop, but it was a few minutes before Jonah opens the door for you. He held out a gloved hand to help you down, and you heard the gentle click of your glass heels against the step in the carriage.

Edgar and Kyle marvel at you before arguing over who should escort you. Their childish reaction fills you with laughter and you wave your hand. “Lancelot asked Sirius to escort me. I wonder where he is, actually–”

The two whine, but nod before complimenting you and leaving to take their positions behind Lancelot. As they bow, Sirius appears by your side, taking your hand in his. “You look very beautiful, Lancelot will be very happy to see you.”

You can’t help but blush at all the kind comments you are receiving. “Thank you, Sirius.”

The minutes leading up to the commencing of the music fly by – Jonah is running around, barking orders at everyone to straighten their tie or to fix their earrings. You can hear Edgar and Kyle passing sly jokes to Lancelot to calm him.

Finally, it’s time to go.

You almost don’t feel Sirius guiding you down the aisle or your feet on the spring grass because you’re fixated on Lancelot’s handsome face. His eyes twinkle in the light of the sunset and his smile melts your heart.

Standing across from your king is a dream come true, and his. Lancelot pulls out a small piece of crumpled paper from his jacket pocket. He unfolds it with one hand, still holding yours with his other hand. “I wanted to… write something for you…” His voice trails off and he blushes deeply.

You giggle and nod, encouraging him to continue.

“(Y/n)... I didn’t think that this day would come. Not in a hundred years – but I am so happy that it has. You are annoyingly persistent, and you revived a part of me that I had buried long ago… how you managed to do so, I will never know.” He inhales shakily, so you squeeze his hand. “I want you to know that I love you with a love that cannot be expressed in words - only in kisses, in glances, and in the years that we will spend together. Thank you for everything…”

Tears prickle in your eyes and stream down your face.

“Don’t cry...” Lancelot cups your face and presses his forehead to yours.

You shake your head slightly and put your hands over his. “I love you so much, Lancelot Kingsley.”

The next moment, you’re in his arms and kissing him with such passion and fervor that your legs threaten to go weak. He tastes heavenly and warmth emanates from his body as he embraces you tightly. Everyone in the audience is clapping, crying, or a mess of both (Jonah).

After Lancelot takes a step back, you feel the wind rush and take your spirit with it. You could easily collapse from being completely flustered, but he takes your hand to run down the aisle as people tolls red and pink rose petals over the two of you.

It’s nearly two in the morning when you land on the large bed, exhausted from partying with everyone to celebrate the marriage. You don’t know how he managed to carry you up the stairs and into his room, but you didn’t complain because you cuddled into his warm chest when he did.

With your face down in the lavish sheets, you don’t see Lancelot bending on one knee to remove your shoes. You simply feel his gentle touch trilling up your leg before his finger hooks into the lace of your garter.

A gasp escapes your lips and you turn over slowly. “Lancelot…”

“You didn’t tell me that you would be wearing one of these,” he says calmly as he places your shoes on the floor.

Before you can reply, his hand goes back up your thighs, pushing the layers of tulle up to bunch up at your waist. “Is it a gift for me?”

You’re blushing a deeper red than the shade of your blankets, but you give him a short nod. “I actually forgot about it… with everything that had been happening. And I didn’t think that we would get back this late.”

Lancelot’s gaze locks with yours, but he catches the edge of the garter with his teeth and pulls it down, off your thigh and to your knee where he removes it with his delicate fingers. You’re caught in a trance – you can’t bring yourself to break away from his intense gaze because his eyes are lit with a beautiful spark of lust.

His motions are graceful, like a panther, and he’s pinned you to the bed now. You don’t know what’s keeping him from losing his composure. The two of you want it, but are both scared of losing the moment to pure sexual desire. So Lancelot leans down and kisses your exposed neck, teething on your skin every other time his lips meet your collarbone. Shivers of frisson run through your body and you arch your back against his touch without thinking about it.

“You contained yourself well at the reception… there were a few times that you looked so overwhelmed with love that I thought you would pounce on me,” Lancelot comments, his warm breath making your head spin. He wasn’t wrong in the slightest, but now that you were alone with him… things would be very different.

He continues to tease you until you’ve reached your limit and you cup his face to kiss him hard. After a moment, his tongue invades your mouth and his hands fly to the back of your dress to undo the infinite rows of lacing. Lancelot pulls back for a moment to find the edge of the lace before you catch his lips in another hungry kiss. As he tries to undress you, you push away his suit jacket and work at the buttons that conceal his muscles from you.

“Forget what I said about containment,” Lancelot growls as he pulls on your lip. “Sit up,” he commands.

You do as you’re told immediately and allow him to remove the corset to your dress and the skirt. He tosses them to the side, and you’re left in the under skirt and a loose-fitting gown. Your nipples poke through from under the thin fabric, making Lancelot crazy.

He doesn’t bother to wait – instead, he cups your breasts and teases your nipples through the fabric, making you moan suddenly.

“N-No, I want to feel your skin-” you mewl as you stretch your arms above your head, making the fabric tighten over your breasts.

Lancelot curses under his breath and huffs as he pulls the skirt off and then rips your dress. The cold air makes you shiver, but Lancelot strips himself equally as fast and presses his body to flush yours. “I want you,” he says, lust dripping from his deep voice. “Let me have you.”

The moment you nod your head, Lancelot grips your hips and throws you to the head of the bed so that your head lands on the abundance of pillows. He grinds tip against your wet opening, teasing you shamelessly before he inserts himself into you. It’s fast and his length stretches you wide, making you close your eyes while you adjust to him.

He strokes your hair lovingly and coaxes you to open your eyes. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear my wife scream for me.”

You don’t have a chance to reply properly because Lancelot is pounding in and out of you with alarming power – each thrust pushes you closer to pleasure, and you let yourself put on a show for Lancelot. He grunts as his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your sides to hold you in place.

Panting heavily, you wrap your legs around Lancelot’s waist so that he can reach further into you – the ridge of his cock rubs against your walls in the most pleasurable way. Your hands fly into his hair, tangling with his golden locks so that you pull slightly when his lips dance across your skin. He continues to mark you while his member rubs the deepest parts of you, and you love it.

Lancelot hardens inside of you, so you release his hair to let your hands explore his muscular back. He groans loudly when your fingers dig into his skin, so you smirk and moan with him, your lewd sounds harmonizing with his heavy breathing. As you arch your back, you push your breasts against his pecs so that your bruised nipples grind against his, coaxing more grunts from the back of Lancelot’s throat.

He wants to be in more control though – dominating your nethers and your neck is not enough. So he catches your wrists and pins your arms above your head. You whine and shake your head, struggling to move from his strong grip. “L-Lancelot, please…”

You feel the knot building up in the pit of your stomach, and you just want him to burst the bubble so you can climax already. It was a tease enough to have to be formal during the wedding, but now he was playing the role of dominant king. You want to please him as much as possible, so you open your eyes but keep them half lidded. “My King… you feel s-so good in me…”

At your words, Lancelot flushes and slows down to look at you. Sweat drips down your skin and mattes your hair against your forehead and neck. Instead of pouding into your mercilessly, he thrusts are deeper but more passionate than before. Like he’s desperate for love and not just sex. “Is this a plot to get me to release you?” His eyes narrow and he brushes away your hair with a hand while the other one keeps you to the bed.

“Maybe…” you toy, sitting up slightly to press your forehead to his. His warm breath tickles your top lip, and you nip his jaw until he hums with happiness. “But I also want you to know how much I love it when you’re in me…”

Lancelot’s pupils dilate and he kisses you forcefully before releasing your hands. They immediately fly to his cheeks and jaw to cup his face while your tongues dance together. With every thrust, your walls clench around his hard cock, and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

He bites your neck to leave a large hickey just as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. His tip had been teasing your g-spot and when he put your leg over his shoulder, he managed to reach that fated spot. You climax almost immediately, your body trembling slightly as you ride out the high – Lancelot leans over you to kiss you deeper, and you admire his muscles tense as he too reaches his climax.

“(Y/n)...” he groans as his warmth fills you. As soon as he realizes that he’s marked you with his semen, he smirks dangerously and kisses your neck more. His lips are numb and you imagine your torso to be speckled with bruises from his love bites, but you wouldn’t change this moment for the world.

After the two of you have found your breaths, Lancelot pulls out slowly and wraps you in the covers. His arms wrap around your waist to pull you close, ensuring that you would not be able to twist away while sleeping.

The exhaustion from before settles heavily upon your shoulders, so you kiss your husband again, relishing in how sweet he tastes before you nuzzle close to him and let sleep take you to your dreams.

In the morning, you manage to pry Lancelot’s arms off of you so that you can escape to the main hall for breakfast. You thought that no one would be up so early, but you were sorely mistaken. Edgar and Jonah are drinking tea while Kyle fights with Zero for the last muffin. They look at you and laugh, making you blush.

“What is it?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

Edgar and Kyle continue to laugh despite your sharp glares, and Jonah can’t stop blushing for you. Zero clears his throat and points at your neck. “You did a really bad job hiding that, (Y/n).”

Your hand flies to your neck and you wince at the bruises you had forgotten about.

Before you can tell them to stop teasing you, strong hands wrap around your waist from behind and Lancelot sits his chin on your shoulder. “I think they’re quite lovely on you, my pet. Makes it understood who you married…” He licks your jaw slowly, making everyone stop and stare.

“Lance!” you flush to a deep red and swat his kisses away because you’re beyond embarrassed. “You’re not usually this forward…”

He smiles against your skin. “You’re my wife now, you might as well get used to it.”

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Requests are open?! I'm so happy, I've loved your fics from AO3. My favorite is your Kenshin/MC one called Blance. As for prompts... how about something kinda spicy with Edgar Bright, but with a more suspicious, perceptive Alice who gets easily flustered by his more flirty teasing?

Ooooooh, I like this idea! Thank you for reading (Balance has a special place in my heart), and for requesting. 🙇🏻‍♀️ This ended up being safe enough to not really need a cut, I think… but it IS Edgar, so you don’t have to stand very close to smell the spice. I hope you enjoy it!

“Your shape is delightfully curvy,” Edgar sighed, and she startled and looked around the dim shop in alarm.

“Edgar!” she hissed under her breath. “We’re in public!” Too wary to even chance addressing that he had been talking about her, she left it at that.

In the corner of her eye she could see that he blinked several times, the picture of innocent confusion (save the keenness she was learning to watch for in his eyes). “What do you mean?” he asked softly.

“You—!” She glanced around once more and then leaned closer to whisper, “You know it’s not appropriate to say that kind of thing!” She straightened immediately, nervous they would offend other shoppers.

Edgar’s smile widened and she knew he had danced her backwards right into some snare. “Alice,” he said, affecting saintly patience, “I can’t see why it wouldn’t be appropriate to talk about candy in a candy store.” He tilted his palm toward her, revealing a single jellybean, and then popped in his mouth with great cheer.

He always had something! She whirled away from his overamused face and tried not to huff as she walked to a table crowned with a stand of sugared candy fruit slices, skewered on thin canes radiating out from the display. The fruits looked like pieces of glass, and she appreciated their beauty as she set to paying the Jack of Hearts no further mind.

Unfortunately, that meant she missed the sound of his footsteps entirely— or perhaps he walked soundlessly, she wouldn’t put it past him. Either way, she was unprepared for the husky whisper just behind her ear. “What a precious treasure you are,” he said, and it wasn’t only the warmth of his breath that made her gasp. Edgar’s arm reached over her shoulder to pull one of the pretty skewers from the stand. Pleasantly, he asked, “Don’t you think?” as he stepped up beside her to show off the candy before tucking it into his basket.

Still unrecovered from his breath on the back of her ear, all she managed was a nonsense squeak, pitched so high her cheeks went even hotter. She looked down at her feet and realized that whatever was going on between them, her toes would never touch bottom when he was around.

Edgar peered into the empty basket hanging from her elbow.

“Come now,” he said, and then said nothing else for so long her heart lurched and she looked up at him, panicked all over again. His arms were spread wide. “Take what you want, won’t you?” he offered. A hug, or was he gesturing to the contents of the shop? Something else? He was terrible!

His smile reached his eyes, so his expression was honey-sweet all the way through. Maybe he was done having his fun with her. She couldn’t tell which half of her heart to trust: the one that warned her to be wary, or the one that whispered what she really wanted was for him to have all the fun he could. 

[tenjouu]

uwu

since i was tagged i guess i gotta! @day-chan

thanks for the mention~ i tried to condense everything! i hope you enjoy reading LOL

1. Why do you like Ikemen Revolution?

high fantasy and angst get me real good and cradle’s a world just waiting to be unraveled and i’m here for it! also because i like interacting with fandom and i get good energy from players~ (also lancelot’s the prettiest man alive)

2. Top 3 suitors and why?

LOL of the 4 that i’ve played in english...... 1) edgar 2) lancelot 3) ray

because they are suffering on the inside and i’m all for characters who’ve got scars over their hearts but are still chugging through! there are a lot of good messages in their routes, so i felt like i could really resonate with the storytelling because it’s just so Right and they overcome/begin to overcome their personal demons/struggles. like metaphorically edgar gets freed, lancelot gets freed, ray--kinda gets freed IDK LOL

3. Suitor you relate the most to? i guess personality wise, hmm, this is surprising but...ray? i really thought about it and i was like yeah, honestly same. his story’s message about freedom/equality/being a good person gets me. and he likes cats 

4. Favourite route? the freshest one in my mind is the one i’m playing so TBH ZERO right now. he’s very cute and i’m very emotional. sometimes you just want a feel good route and i’m honestly feeling really good. zero deserves all the love and validation. his pure reaction when alice said they were friends. like bro

5. Favourite moment/chapter in a route? 

loving when cybird serves up some deep messages! there were a few so i’mma have to just put ‘em down (up to a degree of inaccuracy, my memory’s CRAP)

lancelot: 

‘i must not give up on the future of this country’; 

‘i’ve worked hard to build an army that i can trust’; 

‘i can’t die here’; 

‘you hypocrite! / 笨蛋’ LOL; 

‘i will love u until i’m dust’; 

‘dw even if they kill us edgar and i won’t die’ - zero

ray: 

‘in that case i have no choice but to destroy your world’; 

‘people like us deserve to walk in the light, and to live a life free of self-hatred and self-doubt, and people who don’t have magic....’

sirius: 

‘if you can’t even laugh in the world you live in there’s something wrong with the world, not you’; 

‘don’t forget what you’re fighting a war for’ or smtg

‘please spare my life!’ ‘do what?’

harr trying to kill lancelot LOL. ‘next time we meet is the day U Die’ - harr

edgar

all of it! i love personal-darkness-and-overcoming-it narratives and his nailed it. 10/10 one of best routes. any time alice catches him off-guard. boy

6. Favourite suitor pet? i’m gonna go with kyle’s. i love braised pork belly

7. Least favourite suitor and why?

bro,. so hypothetically if amon were to be a suitor then i’m gonna have to go with amon because i hate that dude. he has straight 0 redeeming qualities and idgaf whether he lives or dies.

otherwise..... i liked certain parts of his route and i love that he loves his friends, and he’s got his heart in the right place, but as a suitor....sirius, my man. i’m sorry. i like his reason for joining the army and at first i was gettin’ into the groove of his route because i liked his competent, capable vibes but then i feel like he didn’t follow up on it. also it feels like he didn’t get any major character development (feel free to @ me on this!). i was very much unhappy with getting shoved down the rabbit hole. and that last inn scene was just like lol.... i was disgruntled by the lack of communication because a lot of alice’s POV was inner monologue ‘unrequited’ pining and waxing poetic about sirius’ morals and charms while he just skirted addressing their actually mutually requited love up until his epilogue. and it just didn’t feel like a very equal relationship. also personal opinion but idk like why can’t you just say ‘i love you’? i was really annoyed with why his epilogues were straight up alice trying to get sirius to say he loves her? like really lmao? like lancelot’s, sure, one of his epilogues was like ‘wow we never established we were lovers’ but the keyword is we and from there it was like who’s gonna say it first? but sirius has had plenty of opportunities to respond to alice’s multiple ‘i love you’s. i get that actions are louder than words but i was just not here for the ridiculous amount of emotional labor alice put in for this dude when he arguably like, wasn’t struggling too hard emotionally in comparison to other characters? i didn’t read his side POVs so you can @ me on this too. lol overall his character got shafted by the writing idk

12. Route you’re anticipating the most? MMM. harr

his route is like the true end, ya feel? like the absolute end of the magic tower won’t come until harr gets his justice on screen. harr’s has the revolution!! also because he’s a cute boy and i’m weak for shy but also really nice and kind and strong guys LOL. what happened to your eye harr

13. If you were a suitor, what otome trope would you embody the most? i’m hideyoshi but asexual and without the initial distrust/hostility or maybe easily flustered megane.  i realize those two options are very different

14. What would your pet be if you were a suitor? penguin

17. How much has this game consumed your life on a scale of 1 to 10? if i’m writing fanfic for this hell game i guess like a 9

[ashendalia]

OC/Canon List

Ships are separated by romantic, platonic, and familial ships, and also a loyalty ship for one OC specifically. Also, I’m not creative enough for special ship names, so it’ll just be names haha.

Crossed out ones are ships I have but have no plans atm to post about, but may in the future.

Romantic

Celia/Cormag

Celia/Tana

Celia/Cormag/Tana

Cressida/Gatrie

Maein/Vaike(most likely canon for her)

Maein/Libra

Maein/Cordelia

Alesia/Cynthia(especially Vaike!Alesia/Chrom!Cynthia)

Sara/Edge/Rydia

Renee/Sabin

Lavigne/Celes

Lavigne/Edgar(mostly because he’s a king)

Lavigne/Firion(mostly teasing stuff because he’s easily flustered by girls flirting with him)

Lavigne/Maria(mostly teasing flirting to get out of trouble for Firion)

Iola/Archibald(it’s complicated)

Platonic

Celia/Amelia

Celia/Duessel

Cressida/Rhys

Cressida/Mia

Maein/Cordelia

Maein/Cherche

Alesia/Gerome

Alesia/Owain

Lavigne/Lightning(she finds Lightning familiar somehow and won’t stop bothering her really)

Lavigne/Snow(finds Snow familiar somehow as well)

Iola/Rusty

Tsubasa-Pang Tong/El-Melloi-Zhuge Liang(I know the spirit in you and now I’m here to bother you mostly)

Familial

Freya/Nino(Nino took to her as an older sister immediately and Freya just accepted it)

Renee/Gau(acts very much like a mother to him)

Loyalty

Freya/Linus(leaves Sonia to go with him depending on route)

Freya/Lloyd(leaves Sonia to go with him depending on route)

[septic-dr-schneep]

Sorry I reblogged something instead of asking! I was gonna ask what would the egos biggest fears be?

Ahhh, I love exploring rational and irrational fears, you have no idea!This should be interesting…

Septic Boys

Anti: There’s nothing Anti fears more than weakness and failure. He’dnever, ever, ever admit it, but somewhere in the back of his mind he fears theday that Jack and the fans might band together and truly defeat him. Apart fromthat, he has an extreme aversion to intimacyand being touched; anyone who tries is likely to get a part of their handstabbed or cut off.

Jackieboy: He’s afraid of thunderstorms—or at least of the lightning,because when he was a novice superhero and he was learning how to navigate thesky, he got struck by lightning and knocked out of the air. For a while he didn’tdare to fly until he realized that it was keeping him from fulfilling his duty.He’s also afraid of the dentist, as previously discussed, because he finds itreally invasive.

Marvin: He has a fear of dogs, which doesn’t often become a problemunless he runs into one on the street or someone with a service dog happens tocome to his magic show. Just the sight of the dog makes him tense up and getflustered and he’ll usually try to get as far away from it as possible, but it’shard for him to focus after he notices it’s there. If the dog is passing him onthe street, he’ll levitate over it as quickly as he can and just hope it doesn’tleap for him.

Schneep: After an unfortunate encounter with Marvin’s magic and the oven,he’s extremely claustrophobic and doesn’t cook very often anymore. He also hasa fear of public performance. In the lab or the operating room, he’s supremelyconfident, but outside he’ll make any excuse not to get up in front of everyoneand do something for them, especially alone. He’d much rather cheer the otherEgos on from the sidelines. Above all, however…he fears Anti.

Chase: He fears being alone. Even when he’s not vlogging, he hangs outwith his editors and cameraman just because he clings to their company. They’renot close friends or anything, but if the other Egos are busy, he needs someone else to be with him. LikeJack, he’s also afraid of heights; he did try to get over it once when viewers ofhis vlog were demanding a Heights Challenge, but he was paralyzed as soon as hegot up there and Jackieboy had to carry him down.

Robbie: He fears being forgotten or abandoned. Rationally, he knows theothers take good care of him and that most of the time they want to, but there’s a part of him thatwonders how far their loyalty and care really goes. He’s also afraid ofdeception, that they’ve been lying to him all this time or that nothing hebelieves is real…Whenever he starts to have an existential crisis, he finds thenearest Ego, glomps onto them and doesn’t let go, even if he starts to fallapart.

Jameson: He’s afraid of loud noises, even more so than the instinctivestartling that the others get, which is very unfortunate given the others’ tendencyto hoot and holler constantly. He gets really jittery, overwhelmed with anxiety,and has to excuse himself to a quiet place so he can calm down and listen tonothing but his own thoughts. He also has a milder fear of the dark, sowhenever he has to brave it at night, he keeps talking because his speechslides are a light source.

Markimoos

Dark: He has an aversion to sleeping because he knows that’s when he’smost vulnerable. Anything could happen, but most of the time he’s able to risk itand sleep lightly for about half the night. The other half he spends reading,planning, or spying on the others, assessing their weaknesses while they can’tstop him. For reasons that he can’t or won’trecall, he also fears possession—being possessed and seeing others possessed.

Wilford: He’s afraid of responsibility, which is why he’s so often causingchaos and then leaving it behind for other people to clean up. He’s usuallyable to blame his carelessness on some other factor in the situation, but whenhe can’t, he gets easily flustered and defensive. He withdraws as much as hecan from the situation, provided he won’t look like a coward while he does it. Healso fears vengeance from those he’s wronged.

The Host: He doesn’t fear heights, but he does have a fear of falling. It ties into his fear of beinglost. When he first lost his eyes, he was completely discombobulated and oftenhad no idea where he was, which inevitably led to him tripping over somethingand falling. It was humiliating and upsetting and now that he has practice andcontrol of himself, he never wants to do it again.

Dr. Iplier: He may have no problem telling others that they’re dying, buthe fears his own death. He dreads what might happen if he weren’t around totake care of the others, which is why he constantly checks to make sure the fansare still interested in him, keeping him alive and well. He also fears others’opinions. If someone were to tell him that he was a failure, it would devastatehim, but he would try not to show it because he wouldn’t want to prove themright.

Google: He fears frailty, change, and inadequacy. Any time his systemsoverheat in the sun or he malfunctions because of a glitch or doesn’tunderstand a nuance of what the humans do, it both infuriates and terrifies him.He wants the other Egos’ respect, particularly Dark and the Host, and he wantsto be good enough at what he does that they can consider him an ally. Thinkingthat he hasn’t reached that point yet is what gives him a lot of hisdetermination.

Bing: He has a fear of crowds and of being alone, mostly because of theincident when Google created his “brothers” to gang up on him. Whenever he’sone in a crowd, he gets incredibly antsy and anxious and tries to duck out asgracefully as possible. If that doesn’t work, he’ll just pick up his skateboardand run, no matter who gets in his way. He’s also afraid of his own success; ifhe were to replace Google as the main search engine, he wouldn’t know what todo.

Yandere: Predictably, he fears abandonment and rejection, but not justfrom his love. There are only a few other Egos he considers his friends and ifthey were to leave him behind, he would agonize over it. He’s overly clingy andneedy because of it, as a means of testing their loyalty, and any sign thatthey might be annoyed with him breaks his heart. He’ll become distant and moodytowards them until they show him proper attention again or until he can’t standbeing alone anymore.

Bim: He has a fear of dogs, which is why he avoids hanging out with Chicawhen none of the others are there to be mediators and keep her calm. Much worsethan that, however, is his fear of insects and reptiles. He panics as soon ashe sees a spider or a snake, even if it’s in the backyard, and he’ll screechfor one of the stronger Egos to come and get rid of it. Most of them can’tresist giving him a hard time for it, but he hasn’t gotten any better about itover time.

Silver Shepherd: Like Mark, he’s deathly afraid of water and drowning,but not just in the ocean. There have been plenty of times that he’s refused togo swimming with the others because he doesn’t want to imagine what mighthappen if he got caught underwater. (This largely has to do with Wilford ratherviolently dunking him, because Will has no concept of self-control.) He alsohas a fear of vulnerability; he always swallows his pride when the others makefun of him.

Edgar: He shares Bim’s nervousness around reptiles but not to such anextreme; he just takes some healthy steps back and is usually the one Bim sendsto get a braver Ego. He also has an unusual aversion to making phone calls andother kinds of advertising; he’d much rather be staring into a camera when hetalks because it feels less personal to him than actually addressing someoneone-on-one.

King of the Squirrels: He’s afraid of the sight and thought of blood,which is why he largely avoids Wilford, Dr. Iplier, and especially the Host. He used to have a fear of loneliness thathelped him associate with them anyway, but ever since they started ignoring/excludinghim from their various activities, he’s accepted that as a part of his life andkeeps to himself and his kingdom outside. Because of that, he has eco-anxiety:the fear of environmental destruction.

Jim and Jim: The brothers fear very little but what they do fear, theyfear immensely. After the incident in Markiplier Manor, both of them areincredibly paranoid about ghosts, demons, and zombies. Dark absolutelyterrifies them because they know he had something to do with the situation andhe already despises them because of their nosiness. Apart from that, ReporterJim is, quite randomly, afraid of going blind and Cameraman Jim is afraid of fire.

[ddazaii]

the guild and what they look for personality wise;; francis scott fitzgerald - a fearless, daring person who can drink, smoke or defy him intentionally for punishments ;) . - someone who appreciates the way he rules out his thoughts, ideas and perception on art. - but isn't afraid to give criticism. - someone who can both take care of themselves / defend themselves and depend on him as well. - someone who isn't afraid to tell him what they want - a sign of trust and being relaxed around him. edgar allan poe - someone who can both treat him as a best friend and a lover. no boundaries, no need to keep secrets from other best friends because you have him - someone who likes to read and notice the smallest of details in descriptions and understand the beauty of it. - someone who loves animals and shows kindness to living creatures. -basically a very mild and gentle person. - someone who is cheery and smiling; contrary to his mystery and darkness shrouded novels. -SOMEONE WHO LOVES POEMS -watch him write poems about you as a way to say "i love you " john steinback - someone who has boisterous laughter, a cheery smile, and a beaming aura in general. - someone who likes to hug him really tightly and not let go for a while. - someone who doesn't put on too much makeup and prefers to let the sun handle it when they go outside for a date. - soMEONE WHO LIKES CHILDREN !!! seriously ! - so someone who is very patient and understanding in terms of children and teens. - someone who is a risk taker; trying new things in cooking! book genre! television shows! food! in bed ! everything!!! lucy maud montgomery - someone who shows genuine kindness and concern for her even when she's petty, salty or haughty about something. - someone brave and courageous. she wants someone to show that they can protect her and support her to the full extend. - someone quiet and understanding. she wants someone who is patient and calm so that she can feel more safe around them. - someone who is subtle in PDA. she gets very very flustered easily so it's best if you start with the small things. - eg: lingering skin contact, playful hair ruffling, smiles sent to her direction, more eye contact. louisa may alcott - someone who is amazing at lifting her spirits up and her self esteem up using only words and genuine helpful criticism. - someone who is quiet but also loving/doting. - someone who is the mom friend. - someone who can learn that she needs to be left alone at times due to her occupation at the guild. - someone who is independent but can stay firmly loyal to her and not go off to another woman. - someone who will do things for her in public that requires talking to strangers. - someone who can curl up and read a book for hours and hours on end with a cup of coffee or tea next to them. - someone who can appreciate rainy days. mark twain - someone confident with who they are. -eg. sexuality, appearance, traits... - someone who is sassy and can talk any bitch down if they start a fight with them. - someone who is calculative and precise; he wants them to match his sniper skills in terms of precision and cautiousness. - someone who can talk on hours and hours on end on what they are passionate about; it shows their determination and joy that goes with it. - soemone who is very encouraging and brave. he likes to be praised and if he decides to do something, his s/o better get on the damn wagon. - someone who likes to go on adventures and not stay cooped up in a room. margaret mitchell - someone who appreciates the beauty of pure love in other forms of sex and other love making procedures. - someone who looks forward to tomorrow; a sign of courage to see what comes at them that has not yet destroyed them. - someone who has a heart big enough to love both themselves and herself. - someone who has a heart to hate war and combat. - someone who is full of praises and is very soft and a pacifist. - someone who she can sit next to and talk about how a particular novel was shit and show genuine interest and add in opinions. natheniel hawthorne - someone who appreciates the existence of god and his creations. - someone who is very quiet and calm and knows how to enjoy their free time with a book. - someone who can provide him with home made products -eg. home made meals, warm, long hugs and knitted scarfs. - someone who is also very composed and ready to push up their guards when needed. - someone who puts faith in him to protect them;; a sign of trusting his religion and his soul.

[faelyyn]

ღ for Unstef & Slaugy but also for Edgar & Aaron!

Unstef and Slaugy:

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Tbh I feel like Unstef is. Who’s the one to make breakfast: Slaugy would insist on making it for him. Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Look as cute as that idea would be it would never work because I feel like half the time Unstef would be worried about the crumbs!!!Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Slaugy lmao. Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Slaugy once again. Who chooses the movies: It’s gotta be a compromise yo!! Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Slaugy would. Just giving the bf little cheek smooches at random intervals. Who orders lunch: Honestly I feel like either of them could!! Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Slaugy does and she would totally try to initiate a food fight. Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Slaugy would!Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Slaugy lmao. She is bored and she wants to be paid attention to!!!Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Slaugy once again. Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Slaugy. She thinks it’s adorable when Unstef gets nervous about the mess it might be making. Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Honestly I don’t think either would? Who cooks dinner: I feel like Unstef would to pay Slaugy back for making breakfast. Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Unstef!!Who stays up until 2 reading: Unstef. Slaugy passed out curled against his side. Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Unstef once more,, because I love the idea of him having a soft, in love gaze. Who kisses their partner while they sleep: I feel like both would?? Especially if by some miracle Slaugy awoke before Unstef.

Aaron and Edgar:

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Edgar!Who’s the one to make breakfast: Edgar. Aaron can’t cook for shit. Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Edgar would in an attempt to wake Aaron the fuck up. Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Aaron. Whatever prolongs her getting up. Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Aaron once again. She’s so lazy. Who chooses the movies: Edgar would because Aaron is too passive about it. Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Edgar. He likes seeing how easily Aaron gets flustered. Who orders lunch: Aaron would. Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Edgar. Yeah he might have the exact same food as Aaron but hell her food tastes better!Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Edgar. He’s a big puppy sleeping on his gf. Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Aaron would! Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: It’s 50/50. Both of them could depending on their mood. Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Both. Both could very well. Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Aaron says it without meaning to. Then blushes like a dork. Who cooks dinner: Edgar once again. Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Both clean up. It doesn’t fall to just one person. Who stays up until 2 reading: Aaron would! Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Aaron does. She can’t figure out how she met this adorable person. Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Both. Both is good.