#except moon sun and reader are not related

[buzzybee3]

I was just given the most beautiful of ideas

Now let’s just hope I can follow through….

[bones4thecats]

Their S/O Is A Slayer's Ancestor

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Their S/O Is A Slayer's Ancestor Characters: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, and Gyutaro Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Because the reader is placed in a ranking of another character's, the others moons are pushed down a rank, with Gyutaro and Daki being uppermoon 7 in each part. This may not be my best piece, but I do hope you guys enjoy it! Have a great rest of your days/nights!

⚠️ TW: Slight swearing, mentions of death, violent actions, and gore ⚠️

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Uppermoon 2! Reader ; Ancestor to Himejima Gyomei

🌘 These damned crows were starting to annoy you more than anything ever

🌘 Hearing the constant croaks of the birds was only pressuring you to the point of using your blood demon art - which was to create boulders of different sizes and masses - smashing at someone, to the max

🌘 But now with these slayers coming in from all corners, and with them now attacking at full-strength, Kokushibo was even becoming annoyed at them

🌘 And the certain duo that were attacking you just glared and let out a large amount of swears, much to your agitation

🌘 Though, the larger-built hashira seemed familiar

" Himejima-Sensei! Boulder on your left! "

🌘 Himejima…? He's… he can’' be…

🌘 You then froze in place as memories began to wash over your brain, though the faces of the males and females were all blurry except for one… a young baby with gorgeous black hair, he looked so similar to him… because he as a part of his lineage

" Himejima…? You can't be… " " What shit-stained nonsense are you spilling from your mouth, demon?! " " You’re my boy descendant's kin, aren't you? "

🌘 Gyomei froze in place as Kokushibo stood beside you with his sword drawn and ready for any incoming attack from the other three slayers

" Gyomei… you're related to that thing?! " " You- you're Y/N L/N? "

🌘 Well… this just got awkward

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Uppermoon 3! Reader ; Ancestor to the Kocho Sisters

🧊 You sat as the wind flowed through your hair, sending the long locks in the direction of the sakura trees, a frustrated expression laid on your face as your spouse walked through the doors

" My love? Why are you still sitting there? The sun will be rising soon, we wouldn't want you burning alive, now would we? " " Douma… is it true you killed the Flower Hashira today? "

🧊 Looking at you with slightly widened eyes, Douma chuckled and rubbed his neck

" Well- I mean, yes. Why, love? "

🧊 Standing up, your large black butterfly wings spread out as your kimono began to rapidly flow in the sudden burst of wind caused by your anger

" You killed my descendant, you insolent moron! Can you not use your brain for a few seconds before killing a woman?! Good gods! "

🧊 Douma stared at you in shock, you had never been so mad at someone - well, other than Gyokko when he dared to call your care for your deceased and ongoing family line to be disgusting

🧊 He held his head down as his heart squeezed lightly in his chest

🧊 How could he have not seen the slight similarities, the long hair style, the similar eyes, hell, the girl even had a similar ability; controlling something nature related

" Y/N, I am sorry for not thinking more. But, please understand, she was going to kill me then you! I cannot let anything harm the one being I have ever felt for throughout my centuries of life. "

🧊 Nodding lightly as the wind calmed and vines receded down into the ground, you buried your face into the second uppermoon's chest as he cooed and hugged you

🧊 If only you knew what awaited you both years later…

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Uppermoon 4! Reader ; Ancestor to Insouke Hashibira

❄️ Akaza was starting to get worried, he had been searching for you for hours. The last he had seen of you, you had argued with Douma, resulting in him cutting your eye, making you scream and run off in anger and terror

❄️ As he flung himself through the trees of the nearby forest and landing on the ground, Akaza began to hear a melody being sung

" As a souvenir from her hometown, what did she give you? A toy drum and a small bamboo flute. "

❄️ He noticed that you were singing while looking down at a small gravestone, engraved into it was a name he was far from familiar with, at least from a distance

❄️ As he got closer, the letters became more familiar; Kotoha Hashibira - Loving mother and outstanding daughter of M/N and F/N Hashibira, granddaughter of M/N and F/N L/N, and Great-granddaughter of M/N and Y/N L/N

❄️ His eyes widened; this woman was your great-granddaughter, but why were you crying over her, and how did you remember her so well? You have been a demon for quite a while, maybe around 80 or so years now, and memories normally go away after mere hours

❄️ Your sobs were hurting his heart, and as he stepped closer, he began to hum the melody as you continued to sing, your tears falling into the ground as you finished for the fourth time

" Why did that bastard have to harm her? She did nothing wrong… " " Did one of the moons kill her, love? " " Douma… he just- he killed her without giving her the chance of running away with him… Inosuke. " " Inosuke? " " Her son. She had thrown him down a cliff and into water, but- I don’t know if he survived or not… he’d be sixteen now if he did. Oh lord, I hope he lived. "

❄️ Looking down at the stone and back at you, he ran to the field and grabbed a flower before putting it into your hair as you cried into his shoulder

❄️ He was going to have to speak to Douma later. That guy needs to explain his doings in more detail.

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Uppermoon 3! Reader ; Ancestor to Kyojuro Rengoku

🩸 The sounds of grunts and screams were echoing throughout the Infinity Castle, alarming every inhabitant besides Muzan Kibutsuji, who knew what was going on, he always kept tabs on his subjects

🩸 Gyutaro looked up in shock as he heard a door open and a loud crash, and as he looked up, he noticed that Daki was staring in shock as you stood there, your eyebrows furrowed as your yellow and red hair flared up in flames

🩸 Looking to his right he saw Akaza, the man a rank below you in uppermoon 4, and he could tell just from a glance how bloodied he was, after all, there were cuts and holes gushing blood throughout his frame

🩸 This was even to much for Gyutaro to look at

" You killed him, you sick fucker! " " Who in the world are you talking about, Y/N?! " " You killed Kyojuro! He was my descendant, you shithead! He was supposed to fight me, not your pink-haired ass! "

🩸 The rest of the moons who were summoned there watched as you grabbed Akaza and burned him with your Blood Demon Art, and they could all tell you were beyond speaking to

🩸 Only Muzan was capable of calming you in this situation - well, him and Gyutaro, but he was getting more nervous with every passing second

🩸 You eventually let Akaza go and allow your flame-coded hair to fall back down as your anger began to subside, allowing the uppermoon to stand up and start healing himself as you just stared at him blankly

" If you ever dare lay your hands on any Rengoku member again, I will not stop burning you until you become a pile of ash and blood, like the hand you left in Kyojuro's stomach. Understood, Akaza? " " Understood, Rengoku-sama. " " Good. "

🩸 You then walked away and wrapped your arms around Gyutaro's extremely malnutritioned form, a small amount of warmth radiating off of your body from the previous rage

🩸 Gyutaro sighed and hugged you back, knowing his comfort was beyond yours right now. Your rage was far scarier than Muzan's - well, it was close to it, but still!

🩸 You merely hummed and asked Nakime to send you both back to your selected room in the Castle, and the other moons noticed how shaky she was when striking the cord on her biwa to send you away

🩸 Thank goodness he was in the Entertainment District at the time of this Kyojuro guy's death, he didn't wanna be on the other end of his lover's anger. That wouldn't be the best for the poor guy

[pixelchills]

Chill's ramblings about the DCA fandom and personal feelings and issues towards TSAMS (both positive an negative):

(I'm writing this like an essay but treating it like a diary, so if I jump from subject to another, it is because I am just typing as the thoughts hit my head. Sorry for being so wordy.)

I simply feel like I need to write my thoughts down, so why not share them with you. Maybe you can validate my feelings or something, I don't know.

Intro:

So, oof, I got a fic rec from @thedenofravenpuff and I'm loving it so much I really wanna draw fan art for it...

But the problem is that it's a TSAMS fanfic and I've sworn to my name I'll never draw anything related to the show because that will make me engage with a part of the fandom I'm not comfortable with.

My biggest issue with TSAMS:

I have such complicated feelings towards the show and its fanbase and I do not wish to make my life and work more difficult because of it as it already is.

My own work and characters are already constantly being compared to TSAMS. When I first introduced Solar to my fic, he was constantly being referred to Eclipse from TSAMS. Now that the show had a character with THE SAME NAME, it has been even worse.

Dolldrop Moon has been compared to Lunar. Even though the dolldrops existed before the youtube channel was even created (and Lunar made his debut much later).

The biggest issue I've had has always been the fanbase, that takes the show as the canon for Sun and Moon from FNAF and uses it as an excuse to harass shippers like me because they think Sun and Moon are brothers.

I've first handedly seen the damage the fanbase has done to some of my friends who draw, or have previously drawn art for the show besides their own AUs and personal headcanons of Sun and Moon as lovers. I'm sorry to tag you, but @kriimhild and @fablekitty : I've seen how the immature side of the show's fans have treated you, I am so terribly sorry you've had to defend yourselves over and over again for things that were not meant to be mixed up.

I have posted some ideas of a possible Animutant Moon and Sun forming a polyamorous relationship with Solar in the future of "My Dear Daffodil" on my personal/adult Twitter account. Someone kept commenting on my posts that I was glorifying incest, because Sun and Moon were brothers and Solar was their cousin.

The post had "Animutant" in it. Not "TSAMS". These comments came from a person saying they were 19 in their profile. So it's not just kids who can't tell not every fanwork is about TSAMS. It's starting to be some adults too.

Vice versa I've had another person comment on my very clearly SFW Twitter how they're following me because I am an adult artist who draws TSAMS incest. I have never drawn TSAMS art. I ship Sun and Moon, but they're never related with family bond, because I love presenting them as lovers.

Why I ship Sun and Moon:

Because I am a hopeless romantic. I love romantic love. Every single story I write is always about love.

The only exception to this is the Poppy Playtime comic I am doing. But even then, I was originally planning for a romantic love between Dogday and the Player. Yet, I decided to leave it, and keep the relationship open for any type of representation the reader themselves will prefer.

I used to watch The Sun and Moon Show when it first started airing. I loved their playthroughs. I had a big distaste for them calling each other brothers, as well as some of the first "lore" videos they had. My biggest issue at the time was how Moon treated Sun, though. As someone who grew up with an abusive sibling, it sometimes just hit a bit too hard at home.

But it got better after Eclipse and Lunar appeared. Moon was more caring, and I started to really like his character development. There was one episode where Sun explained to Lunar that he and Moon had simply just "decided" to be brothers, despite not having a canonical relationship.

This actually made me really happy. Because the Old Moon was aroace, the love he felt was simply never meant to be romantic, but platonic. And by making Sun his brother by choice clearly indicated that Sun was always the one he loved the most - in a way that was suitable for aromantic person like him.

And it really made me enjoy the show for a while. Sun is my favourite character, and despite not always liking the way the show presents him, I always feel so much love for him, no matter the AU he is in. So I loved that Moon loved him more than anything, even if it was just platonic. Because I've always been under the impression that the canon Moon loves Sun, and is only under a virus to protect him. For me, the best part of any Sun and Moon AU is to know that Sun is the most important thing to Moon.

Why I stopped watching TSAMS:

And then that Moon I had really started to like, who loved Sun more than anyone else but just platonically, died.

It hurt so much I simply stopped watching the show. I've watched a few episodes here and there after that, but I am having a hard time liking the show the same as I did before.

Partially it's because of the fanbase. Partially it's because I don't find the lore very interesting and some of the stuff a bit repetitive. Partially it's because I am scared to see Sun eventually crumble up into madness, because he has been through so much.

I like the New Moon. He is funny and nice, what I've seen. His relationship with Solar has been interesting, and I genuinely hoped they would've been able to take the romantic route after Moon said he wasn't sure if he was aroace anymore. But as I said, I've only watched a few episodes after the old Moon died, so I don't know either of their characters that much to form any strong opinions about them. I just listen to the Monty and Puppet podcast once in a while and get a little inside to some of the lore that has been happening.

But hey, at least there's fanfics. Which is why I am rambling here today.

Fanfics:

It is a rare treat to find Sun x Moon fanfics that aren't simply just porn, or do not include reader inserts. So since my romance-filled brain needed something to fill the void, I've started reading some TSAMS fics with romance (that wasn't between Sun & Moon) and plot in them.

I know Solar was settled to be a "cousin" to the weird family tree of TSAMS. But I simply crave for Solar and New Moon to be at least queerplatonic. Solar is not from their dimension, no matter how much they decide they're 'cousins' it doesn't make him their real cousin or relative because they're not from the same world.

Sun and Moon are brothers but they technically gave birth to Eclipse, who then created Lunar so Eclipse is technically Lunar's parent and then brother and Lunar is Sun and Moon's brother and... do you see what I'm trying to say?

The family tree is so complicated that I don't think I'm a horrible person for shipping Moon and Solar and reading fics about them. Tell me if I am wrong though.

The FIC that is making me question everything:

So Puffy recommended this fic by @theinfamousdoctorf , "Eclipse Meets His Match".

I'm currently on chapter 40, and I am genuinely surprised how much I am liking this fic so far. It got everything; redemption and character growth, the representation of Sun as the good, glowing angel he is in my mind (for canon, and every AU. He is always perfect in my eyes I love him can you tell lol), slow-burn romance, drama, excitment, plot, jokes and funny moments... even if there are a lot of mentions of sex and sexual pleasure, it doesn't feel out of the place as there is so much more to it too.

Eclipse's redemption to become better and realising he is in love with Sun has been so interesting to follow. Sun deserves the love. I love when Sun is getting loved. I literally ship him with every other animatronic in the games and love it when people ship him with their self-inserts and OCs. Because I love him so much I want him to be loved in every possible universe he is in.

Even bigger bonus to this fic is the second pairing, Solar and Moon, which I already opened up about above. I don't know how much the fic is truthful to the canon lore of the show, but I wish to pretend this fic is the canon now /hj.

I love the characters and how they're written. I love the descriptions of their flaws and hopes and dreams. How vulnerable they can get. How closely they stick together. And as an appreciation for making me tearful and excited about fanfiction in such a long time, I would hope to be able to gift the author some fan art for their fic.

But I've sworn to not draw anything for the show. For my own good. I've got too many awful comments already from the fans of the show despite never doing any art for it. I am just scared it will turn things worse.

End words:

I don't know if creating a new alias would be the right choice. So my main name/account would be spared from the confusion that the show's fans seem to stirr into, where one tsams artwork turns all of the artist' work into tsams.

I don't care if the art style would be recognisible. The artist would be me, but not PixelChills. Just so I could gift something to the author of this fic that is currently saving me from the boredom of being unable to write my own.

Thank you.

(This text has been typed on my phone, so pardon for any typos).

-Chill

[pbstarot]

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Hi, so here I am with yet another PAC, this time about your specific person's daydreams when they are in love. This pile works for Future Spouse, Future Lover and Crush (remember to apply where it fits). This PAC was suggested by @rosearex. Thank you! I used my OCs as the pictures on the PAC simply because I was too lazy to choose a theme for this. No other relation. Still, art credits go to me. Also, if you wanna take this PAC for yourself, you can, no problem. Additionally, most piles here got some NSFW mentions. Now, I kept it as PG as possible, except for pile 3, which was nearly impossible. So, if you are a minor, maybe steer clear of that one. Disclaimer: Tarot does not replace any sort of advice from a trusted professional that went to college for 8+ years to be there. It also does not always get things right. The future changes all the time and a responsible tarot reader can only assure 80% of their readings will be correct at any given point in time. Remember to take what you look at and go “huh, that could be me,” and leave the rest. Be conscious about your tarot content consumption and drink lotsa agua, amigo(a)(x).

Pile 1

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You could have a round shaped or heart shaped face. You could have upturned eyes. You could have darker skin. You could like the rain a lot. Vampires could be your favorite mythological creature. You could wear rings a lot. Your favorite colors could be white, red or gold (or all of them). Summer could be your favorite season, or when you were born. You could be pansexual. You could be considered quite popular, or have been popular before. You could enjoy watching documentaries. You could have Moon in Scorpio or Gemini in your chart. Those signs could also be present in the second house, or just be in your natal chart in general. Your initials could be S, L or M.

Their daydreams when they're in love.

Cards: Wheel of Fortune, Seven of Wands, King of Swords, King of Wands, Sun, Seven of Pentacles, Five of Swords rx, Eight of Swords.

Ok, so, right off the bat I figure your person is a little more down to Earth or TRIES to be (emphasis on try) when they have a crush or are in love (I'm getting that mainly from the King of Swords. When it came out, it was the first thing I thought of). So, I'm thinking that you are not gonna know this person's feelings, thoughts, daydreams, etc, likely ever. They can be more of a stoic presence, and even if not, when it comes to love, they become that. Serious and grounded. 

With the Wheel of Fortune, their daydreams might go all over the place. I think this person has very highlighted ups and downs too. For some, they could be prone to obsessing over the person they're in love with (hence why they wanna be so grounded and stoic. Responsible could be a better way of putting it) and that can lead to what, to them, is perceived disaster. This person is guarded, so anything out of the ordinary feelings-wise for them could indicate a dent in their perfect facade of not needing anyone. For others, they just fell in love a lot, and don't wanna do it anymore. No matter what, with the ups and downs, this person could go from thinking of them and their crush kissing, to getting married, to breaking up and being left alone, to someone dying, etc. The possibilities are endless and probably most of these stem from their abandonment issues (for everyone? Maybe not, but for a lot of you. They could also have perceived abandonment issues. For example, they had several deep crushes that never came to fruition and when they didn't, they felt abandoned by those people. It's more complex, I believe, and not any less harrowing. It caused them to be, again, emotionally guarded).

With the Seven of Wands, again there is this theme of blocking said daydreams, not wanting to acknowledge them. This person might be someone who prefers work and physical things. You see how I'm not getting any specific daydreams? This person is not letting me in for these first few cards. I think it will improve, but this info is just as important to understand them. Their avoidance could be something deeper, although you can never tell through a tarot reading AND it changes a lot from person to person. Nonetheless, you might find them cold if you meet them, or think they are not someone who is good with love (or very sympathetic towards it). That could be one of the things that might turn you off of them. Take as resonates. 

Now, going straight to the King of Wands, I believe this is where they let me in. With the King of Wands, things change a little bit, even color wise. Everything else was very blue, and from now on there are a few red colors again, much like the Wheel at the very beginning. To me this represents passion and love. For some, this person might daydream about themselves in a leadership role. (Could also be that most of their daydreams are NSFW, but I'll try to keep it PG, even if I am feeling it). They like to be in charge because they feel like this makes them more likable, or hotter to their partners. They also daydream of pursuing their crush, of making themselves known, of sweeping them off their feet. They like the idea of making someone fall in love with them. They might use money and status to get that, for some. For others, they use presents, independent of whether or not they have money. 

With the Sun, they daydream about a happy relationship, a happy life too. I believe they fall in love forever or for the long haul, another reason why they keep themselves in check. The Sun has a lot of yellow, red and blue, so through it all, I believe they also daydream about the sad parts and of overcoming them. This is a well rounded person who wants to have a real relationship with someone, but even though the reading is not about that, I don't know if they are ready for something like that quite yet. Again, different for each person who reads this, so you know the rule, but it's a feeling I get. I also believe they could daydream about having kids, about seeing them running around, and that might make them wanna cry. Very very guarded, especially this last one. This could be someone people don't often want to have kids with, or someone who doesn't wanna have kids most of the time, only inside their heads and locked very tightly (or, alternatively, only with the right person). This is someone who you could see staring into space and for sure they are thinking about love. They LOVE love. They think love is the best, and yet they don't let people know that (or not anymore). So, a lot of the ones around them might think they are simply coming up with new ideas, but they're probably just thinking of their crush, spouse, etc, wondering what kind of gifts they'd like, where they like to go out to, what are their interests, etc. 

With the Seven of Pentacles, again there's this feeling of them wanting to preserve this relationship, of patience, of kindness. This person can be soft, they need space to be, but they are good at being it. They know what to do in a relationship, even if, for some, maybe in theory only. They understand the ins and outs. Some could have been children of divorce, some could be children of "my parents should have gotten a divorce," but all in all, they wanna be patient for their partner, kind of emulating the feeling they were not exposed to growing up. They might daydream about helping their partner when they're sad, of being attentive to their needs, of hugging and kissing them when they're in distress. Things like that. 

With the Five of Swords reversed, the feeling is exemplified again. They could have been left in the cold a lot and not only by their situation growing up (whatever it was), but also by their subsequent partners. The volume of that varies from person to person. For some, your person has been in and out a lot, several different people, etc. For others, they might never have been in a relationship, and if they did, they had long ones, 2+ years. In the first scenario, being in and out sounded like the easy, good thing to do: Nothing lost here, considering no one had expectations, except for their soul. This is someone who can't do casual as well as they wish they could. For the ones who have been in longer relationships, the people they had relations with were just manifestations of their traumas. Either that, or entirely emotionally unavailable. Some very few could have been well meaning, but this person was just a lot (which isn't a bad thing with the right person, but in this situation, considering everything, it was). So, their whole daydream surrounds them not feeling out in the cold. Being able to unwind with someone, to not feel like they have to hide. The same goes for their partner, but I think this is their selfish daydream. The daydream in which they get the attention, the love and the hugs. 

With the Eight of Swords, I can't not see a more NSFW sentiment, but I'm gonna try to keep this PG. Because this person is someone who seemingly needs to trust their partner, one way of doing it would be trusting them in bed. They might like to be tied up, but also because they know their partner is gonna remove the ropes afterwards and take care of them. It's a trust exercise for them. They like the idea of being able to have this entrapment and knowing that it's not forever, that it's just inside of a specific part of their relationship, that once it's done, it's done. It's hot for them partially because of their past experiences (as truly, all kinks we have are fuelled by our life and psychology, etc), and partially because it's freeing for them. 

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Five of Swords rx, Seven of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, Seven of Cups.

You got some repeats here, considering I took this one with the Luna Lapin, so I'm gonna go over it a little more briefly (although it'll probably be like that for all the other piles too). With the Five of Swords reversed, definitely their need to be cared for would make them blush. Being cared for would make them blush in general. This is something they want, but might not be entirely equipped to accept. They wanna be the center of attention but panic when they get there, basically. I think they might even stutter trying to tell you to stop or explaining why they don't take it as well as they wish they could. 

With the Seven of Swords, this is again NSFW, but something that makes them blush is them and their partner going out for some non-pg activities and people knowing it. They like the idea of keeping everything that makes them vulnerable a secret, so if they had a partner who's a little more touchy-feeling and who wants to engage, even in an appropriate, albeit obvious manner, they'd blush about it because they don't want people to notice that, well, they had sex. Very guarded person, again. Keep that in mind.

With the Wheel and the Seven of Cups, I feel like many things do make them blush and it's up to you, the querent, to find out. Some are less obvious than others, some take a while to notice, and are subtle. It's a delicate game, but this stoic looking person (to some) can be broken down by a partner they love or a crush, simply because they are not used to being flirted with. Shamelessly flirt with them, but be really honest and emotional, because depending on the flirt they might take it as a joke and give it back to you as that, doing a back and forth. In their minds, they'll interpret it as just a game. However, if you look into their eyes, pet their hair, hold their hand, all of these more intimate gestures, they'll melt. Just their nature.

Pile 2

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You could have more of a vintage style. You could like watching or reading period dramas. You could be non-committal in some capacity. You could enjoy the sunlight or need more of it in your life. You could be white. Werewolves could be your favorite mythological creatures. You could be athletic. You could be on the logical side. You could be in your 20s, or like the 20s as a decade. You could have been born in the month of July. Your favorite color could be purple or pink. Fall could be your favorite season, or the season you were born in. You didn’t get any signs, but you got the numbers 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11, which could be any prominent houses, or numbers in general for you. Your initials could be S, U, W, F or P. 

Their daydreams when they’re in love. 

Cards: Five of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Strength, Eight of Cups, Hanged Man, Queen of Cups, Two of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Five of Wands rx, Page of Cups rx, Hermit, High Priestess.

Your person’s got quite a few majors. I feel, from that, that they might be someone that once they fall in love, they fall really hard. I believe they might be even a bit obsessive when they’re in love, which might make them crazy. You know those people who can’t separate things, who’d die for their person, etc? Yeah, this person’s like that. I also feel like there’s two sides here. First side hates being in love because of this. Second side likes to be in love and is always looking to give love a new chance (Pamela Anderson style, love one more time and always one more time). 

With the Five of Pentacles, their de facto daydream could be knocking on their person of interest’s door at night, with snow dripping from their hair and clothes, the person answering them and them asking for their forgiveness. I don’t know why this person feels like they need to be forgiven, but it’s quite interesting to see that one of their first fantasies is being accepted, even after they have done something “bad” to this person. I don’t sense they cheated (although maybe for a few of you it is that in their head), but I do think it was something emotionally straining, that wasn’t done on purpose. Afterwards, they dream of pulling the person and kissing them. I also think, for some, this is less about forgiveness and more about begging. They came to beg their love interest to love them as passionately as they love them and were accepted, wholeheartedly. They also like people who are not as outwardly emotional as them, that hold things in, and then let themselves go in their arms.

With the Ten of Cups, I think after the prior fantasy, they wish and daydream of kids, dogs, cats, nice houses, domestic bliss, etc. Sometimes, the two are disconnected, and this fantasy is about nothing ever being wrong between them and their person of interest. I also think they daydream about a quick wedding, the kind where you just meet someone, click immediately, and you’re married in a month (my High School Portuguese teacher’s second marriage was like that. Basically she got a divorce, and after the divorce was finalized she was walking around the supermarket when she met this guy and they liked each other. They were married in two weeks, and had been for seven years when she told me that story).I think they want this because they are so passionate, and they believe in soulmates (I feel like some would deny this passionately, try to go the “rational” route, but deep down they know they at least wish the concept was real, so they’d never feel unsafe again). They like the idea of an unexplainable, powerful connection, where the people involved just know.

With the Strength card, I also think their daydreams revolve around being sweet and nurturing to the person they’re interested in, and vice versa. Bringing each other coffee, talking about each other’s day, going about errands. They might actually daydream about what their person gets in the supermarket, what aisles they go through more often, what their usual purchase looks like. To them, this is intimacy, knowing someone like that. They get heart eyes just thinking about it, because it’s so common and beautiful. It’s real, it’s what they’d think. They had relationships before in which they went grocery shopping with their partner, so they don’t concern themselves with the more extravagant expressions of love. They know that love is in the mundane. I also think they imagine themselves visiting their person at work and vice versa, bringing them some food, some coffee, things like that.

With the Eight of Cups, their daydreams take a turn. I think here, one of their biggest daydreams surrounds the person they are interested in, or themselves, leaving their partners for the other. I think this person has been in quite a few difficult relationships, although it doesn’t have to be for everyone. In the end, they just want someone who would fight for them, or inspire them to fight for something again. I don’t think this person has given up love entirely. They definitely think they have, but I’m not entirely sure it’s not just in the back of their heads, waiting to make a comeback. That being said, it’ll have to be someone bringing in the fire. I feel like this person also second guesses themselves a lot, which would make sense in this scenario. All they want is someone they are sure of, like I said, someone they know that, if they’re in a relationship with them, things are gonna go smoothly. That’s mostly what I’m seeing here (and they do daydream about this, but I think it’s not with anyone they fell in love with, but this idealized version of a partner).

Ok, now, with the Hanged Man, some NSFW messages come through, although like in Pile 1, I’m keeping it very PG and brief. I think that, if they like to be tied, they like it because it makes them feel safe. It’s similar to Pile 1, although now that I mentioned it, I feel like this is a more metaphorical tie (although the NSFW message can fit someone too). They might literally dream of tying the knot, of being forever tied to someone. I also think they daydream of making those stupid ball-and-chain jokes, but in a postmodern, ironic way. I think they’d make them while hugging and kissing the person they are making the joke about. 

With the Queen of Cups, their daydreams also revolve around their person of interest being quite emotionally intelligent, nurturing (once more), and kind. Someone who gives a wise vibe, someone who understands themselves and others. I feel like their daydreams also revolve around being intrinsically known and connected to the person they are daydreaming about. It reminds me of that Jane Eyre quote: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.” I think they also believe, painfully, that they need this person more than the person needs them, even in their own daydreams. I think communication wasn’t a big thing in past relationships, so they felt like they poured everything they had to emotionally unavailable people, and they can’t help but let this energy leak, even into their happiest thoughts. This seems like a highly realistic person. 

With the Two of Cups, the cord comes back here. They want the soulmate and they wanna believe that most of their people of interest are that for them. They always believe in love one more time (for those that this resonated, and even for the ones that don’t, I feel like this person can’t help falling in love, Elvis style). I think they wish to know that this person is their soulmate, for sure, too, so they’ll make no more mistakes. They might put their people of interest through tests in their own heads. They also might have a list the person of their dreams needs to fill, and considering the list is complicated, they’ll never fall in love. It’s a method they might use to protect themselves from falling too hard. I also think they daydream of a person who’ll finally fill everything in, although they know that it’s impossible. I think recently they have been a little more flexible in this regard.

With the Wheel of Fortune, I think that they daydream of the years passing and of their partner still being with them. Life going up and down, loss of money, parents, etc, but also gain of fortune, promotions, pregnancies, all of that. Once more, this comes across as a highly realistic person, so they wanna take into account all the good and bad that might happen in a normal relationship. Control freak too, just to be sure they’ll be able to cover all of their bases, they think of what those would consist of. For some of you, this is the type of person to save for a rainy day, who can’t fathom anything catastrophic happening.

With the Five of Wands rx, this person daydreams of a relationship with no arguments. Once more, I think this was a problem they might have had in past relationships. One of their partners could have been quite combative, not very lenient. They don’t wanna build a home that is filled with shouting and violence. For some, this could have been their parents. For others, this could also have been friends. It differs for everyone, just know that there was something in their past, likely with someone or several people they loved a lot, that turned out very sour and made them fear disagreements. It truly wasn’t fair, so they daydream of conflict resolution, or not having any at all, like I mentioned.

With the Page of Cups rx, the first thing that came to my mind was that their daydreams rarely revolve around the honeymoon phase, which is true. Everything seems to be focused on the late relationship, like this person wants to rush the first part. I think they, somehow, don’t believe they are lovable, so the longer they give a person to figure out who they truly are before they get married, the more they’ll clock onto that fact. It could also be that they simply don’t wanna waste any more time, because they’ve been in and out of relationships enough, and now they just wanna get married already, see what the big deal is. I also think that they inherently hate the honeymoon phase and think it’s fake. It’s just two people putting their best foot forward, which falls apart sooner rather than later. So, they wanna know who they are with, truly (which explains the daydreams about going to the supermarket, etc), without any affectations.

With the Hermit, they keep their daydreams for themselves, but if anyone truly wanted to know, I don’t think they’d keep it in. This person believes in communication, even if they haven’t always been bestowed the same grace. I also think that they daydream of a free relationship, where they are left to their own devices once in a while. Something close, but not suffocating. They might enjoy their alone time a lot, to connect with their own soul, so this is imperative.

With the High Priestess, I still believe that, through it all, they leave some space to the unknown. Again, this person understands that daydreams are just daydreams, because they are, themselves, emotionally intelligent. This is something they use to amuse themselves when the day is slow, or, truly, when they are in bed at night, alone. Reminds me of yet another thing, the lyrics to Meeting Place by the Last Shadow Puppets: “She clings to his consciousness wherever he lays//He struggles to sleep at night and during the day//He's worried she's waiting in his dreams//To drag him back to the meeting place//His love had left him there.” I think this person might be quite cultured, which is why I am getting these things, or they use other people’s words to explain what they can’t convey. Nonetheless, no matter how emotionally intelligent and mature this person is, we all need love, and it has been particularly difficult for them to get what they want in this regard. So, they daydream.

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Nine of Pentacles, Emperor, Temperance, Judgement.

Once more, a lot of majors for just a four card pull, so this person is quite decided in what they like. It’s interesting, because I got two messages right away. First, they are into beautiful women who are determined, confident, and dedicated to themselves. Second, they are into powerful men, who could make them submit. This person might be bisexual, or you could just adapt to your situation. Ideally, they wish they could have both. They like dominant people, who will take care of them, likely. They wanna be loved, wanted, all of that, and it’s easier to get that with someone who is confident, who won’t let them second guess whether or not they are beloved. I think this person is quite sexually free too, so they could have had both, if you get what I mean, even at the same time. Of course, once more, you take it as resonates.

With the Temperance card, I also think that what makes them blush is someone who is patient, and kind. Someone that, paired with with the Judgement card, makes a good judge of character. Above all, the people who make them blush are always more of a dad or strong, beautiful woman archetype. A man who could take care of them, a woman who could beat them up. It’s kind of cute. I don’t think they are at all attached to these types, though, and might go just every which way, depending on who they like. Again, emotionally intelligent enough to understand that they have to be flexible when it comes to real people, and that no one will fill their dream partner list completely (although they so, so, so wish for it). I think they also like people who can they be this Emperor to, so, cute people. Yeah, it’s definitely a case by case situation here, but this type of person doesn’t make them blush, they wanna make them blush. Again, it depends.

Pile 3

Confirmation that this pile is for you: You might prefer to watch movies than read books. You might wear earrings a lot, and have quite the collection. You could also have a necklace you wear all the time or often change them around. You could be in the Aro-Ace Spectrum. Alternatively, and this came to me, you could have a crush on Aro Volturi from Twilight (Yes. Aro Volturi from Twilight. This is more relatable than you think. I will not elaborate). Your favorite color could be green. Your favorite season could be Winter. You could have a shorter stature.You could be quite emotional. You could be neurodivergent. You could enjoy watching documentaries. You could be athletic. You could frequently hear tinkling bells. You could have Cancer anywhere in your chart. Your initials could be M and B.

Their daydreams when they're in love.

Cards: Five of Wands, Magician, Ten of Wands, Eight of Cups, Empress, Three of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Devil, Two of Swords, Ace of Wands, Justice, Nine of Wands. 

The first thing I got looking at the cards was a bad vibe. Interesting person. I think that this is definitely the most immature of all piles, and could be someone who hasn’t been in many relationships in the past. I also think it depends, true. Mostly this gives me a fuckboy-girl sort of vibe, someone who isn’t serious about their relationships, which is quite different from the previous piles (I also think that, if you felt attracted to any of the others, give it a read, because it could complement this one). This is also the pile with the most NSFW energy out of all of them, but, once more, I’ll try to keep it PG. Still, if you are a minor, maybe sit this one entirely out.

Also, this pile is a bit all over the place. These people are pulling me in every direction, so I think there’s a few of them here. I’ll try my best to make sense of everything in a coherent way.

With the Five of Wands, I think one of this person’s daydreams is riling their person of interest up, and getting them to be mad at them. I think they think it’s hot when someone is screaming at them bloody murder. All they want is to grab them by the waist and kiss them. I also believe that this person does that so they feel like they have some sort of control over this person. For some, it’s not that deep, it’s one of those “pulling your pigtails” moments, that is more to evoke an emotion than anything. With the Magician, I feel like this person doesn’t have many problems pulling partners left and right. I believe they might manifest people to have sex with quite easily. I also think that one of their chief daydreams is to have multiple partners, at the same time too. I really wanna keep this PG, so you can fill in the gaps yourself. Either way, this is someone who is, again, quite free with sex and they don’t think of much more than that. There is a fear of going deeper, of wanting love. While Pile 2 tried their best to believe in love one more time, this person has seen enough, doesn’t want any. Alternatively, though, they could be quite the opposite, and be waiting to manifest the perfect person. This is, however, to a very few of you only.

With the Ten of Wands, I think one of their daydreams could be to help the people they are interested in. Interestingly, we have arrived at a sexless fantasy of theirs. I think they like to be of service and that could be one of their love languages. They like this because it makes them feel wanted. In fact, this whole sex God façade could be just that, a need to be wanted, but not to be had. They want what’s easy: Sex, without attachments, but just enough of it that they don’t feel like a waste of space. I don’t think they are at a position in which they can face this is their driving force for going on so many sexual escapades (considering they hide behind the fact that they are young. This is, truly, the early twenties pile), but they will when they are older. Still, for some of you, they are truly just exploring, and there is even a more earnest wish to be a good partner. Like Lynn Barber, I think I mentioned her here before. If you ever watched An Education, you know who she is (the main character’s story was based on her real life account of the same happening to her). Lynn Barber went to Cambridge, found out that she wasn’t the smartest person there, and decided to explore her romantic options. She wanted above all to understand men. Because of her experience with one in the past, she aimed to discover everything there was to know about them. I feel like your person’s daydreams revolve around this understanding, although there’s less of it and more of action. They might run everything they did with someone romantically through their brains afterwards, taking note of what was good, what wasn’t, what there is to improve, etc.

With the Eight of Cups, one of their daydreams revolves around leaving. They might have attachment issues and be one of those people who likes to leave before they are left. This daydream brings them joy because they wanna be the powerful one, the one who pulls the plug, the unfeeling one. Again, I told you I got a bad vibe. Mostly, it’s emotional immaturity. If you inquired about your Future Spouse, I am not sure this will be them when they meet you, but could be for some. Either way, you should wait it out, so they get out of this phase. I think that being a prick brings them immense satisfaction, and you don’t wanna get involved with someone like that (you can’t change them. They’ll change themselves). If this isn’t the case, then I think they might be ashamed of this in the future (although I can’t be sure). Still, there’s joy in this card. Leaving feels oh so good. With the Empress, they daydream of a beautiful person, who’ll wreck their life, but whom they can tame. The femme fatale, the dangerous man, the modern siren. Whoever it is, they wanna win, they don’t wanna be taken by them. It’s a demonstration of power, again. This person has a LOT to prove to themselves. For some of you, though, I think they think of a nurturing, beautiful, creative creature and that would be the only one they would submit to. Like Pile 2, they have a very specific type they wanna marry someday (and that is a far someday). It’s quite divided, so I think you’ll really have to use your discernment here. 

With the Three of Cups, I again feel like this person might want multiple partners at once and daydreams about that quite frequently. I don’t see polycule, because that would demand an actual relationship, but definitely a situationship. I also think they daydream about being free to go out with friends. Honestly, I don’t think this person ever falls in love and if they do, they run. Still, if it were the case, then, this card would symbolize them going out with their partner and friends, but just the thought of it might make this person wanna puke. It’s not, again, that they don’t want it, they just like to convince themselves that they are above this sort of behavior, that they cracked the code of love. They are definitely in their early, early twenties. With the Ace of Pentacles, I think this person might daydream of a relationship that is mutually beneficial. Sugar baby/daddy. I don’t think they’d go all the way, though, but they might like to think they would. For others, though, they daydream of being able to help the person they are infatuated with monetarily. I don’t think it’s even with any strings attached. That whole being of service thing comes back. They do truly wish to help others. This is a kind, bruised sort of person, who is just learning how to function in the world of relationships and love, without wanting to get got by anyone. I also think that if the person they lent the money to tried to tell them they were in love with them, they’d vehemently deny it, and even leave forever.

The Devil is self-explanatory in the NSFW realm, but, being entirely honest, I think this person daydreams of toxic relationships. Listen, I have my own view on what is toxic or not (namely that, to be toxic, a relationship needs to be unbalanced. Sure, there are things that are non-negotiable, like physical abuse, and other things, but I think a relationship that is intense is not necessarily toxic. I don’t think this is the case, though), and I think this is one of the actually toxic ones. They might daydream of a very unrealistic, Wattpad-y attachment. Fifty Shades of Gray sort of situation, where it is not a BDSM relationship, but a really bizarre, cult-like one, where there is heavy manipulation. Now, I don’t think this person does that because they are toxic, they do that because they don’t know better. They have this lack of experience with ACTUAL relationships, and so they think this is the best thing ever, this is the only one in which they would feel actually understood. I do think one day they’ll look back at this and laugh so hard, and thank God that they never truly got into one of these (which I think it’s the Universal truth here). With the Two of Swords, again, more NSFW messages. This person can’t stop, they are obsessed with it. Blindfolded and all. If I go into a non-nsfw route, though, this could symbolize their lack of daydreams. Again, they are an action oriented person, and so they feel like they don’t have time to indulge in these things. They still wanna believe they are superior. With the Ace of Wands, I’m sounding like a broken record, but yeah, I swear, all they think about is sex and what comes with that. They also might daydream about pulling people, making out with them, making them “theirs” for one night, especially people they know, friends, colleagues, etc. I think they like the idea of having some sort of emotional connection with the person, to make things feel better, but not a romantic one. A casual thing, a taboo thing like a workplace relationship, having sex with a best friend and no one knowing, etc.

With Justice, now, we get to a major, probably hidden daydream of theirs, which is fun and interesting. They secretly long for someone to balance them out, to save them from themselves. This is different from the toxic relationship. In fact, this is pure. They wanna have someone who’ll convert them, like the Empress before, but even purer. Someone that they can trust in completely, a balanced connection without any darkness. Someone they can worship entirely, give themselves to entirely. This is a general fantasy though, so unlike the femme fatale energy from before, this is tender love and care. Very hidden, very vulnerable daydream, the kind they’d laugh after being accused of, before running away. They give me MAJOR Lestat de Lioncourt vibes, but in Interview With The Vampire, which is Louis’ take on things. Last, but not least, Nine of Wands. It ties to the previous daydream well. They want someone who’ll nurture them back to health, who’ll fix them in a way. No, they cannot be fixed, and they know that, but they want someone who’ll try. Someone who’ll show them they care, who won’t run when they do. Major major attachment issues, again. They don’t wanna take accountability for their side of the dynamic and I still believe that, if someone did this for them, they’d leave anyway. Some, sure, would stay, but the majority would leave. And even the ones who would stay are not worth it in this scenario. Will they care for their person back? Honestly, probably not. So, that’s that.

What makes them blush and gush, whether they admit it or not?

Cards: Tower, Queen of Wands, Eight of Cups, Four of Wands.

I think someone who’ll wreck their life, like I said with the Empress. Someone who’s gonna give them the best, most mind blowing night of their life and then disappear. They blush to the thought of someone stronger than them in bed, stronger than them in life, who’ll disappear as if in a dream. With the Queen of Wands, this would likely be someone powerful in themselves who doesn’t need this person at all. That makes them blush. With the Eight of Cups, definitely the idea of someone leaving first, leaving them in the dark. And, lastly, with the Four of Wands, surprisingly, weddings make them blush. I think it’s the public display of everlasting affection that gets them at the end, the idea that it could be them if they were a little less emotionally unavailable, that someday they too could end up tying the knot. In general, what makes them blush and gush are powerful people BUT I don’t think they are outwardly exhibiting the signs. This person can be quite good and controlled. They don’t let themselves get caught being anything less than dignified when it comes to love. Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother comes to mind. Perfect suit, perfect life.

[missaengg]

A Sleigh Ride Without Snow

14 Days Until Christmas: Sleigh Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: Ikemen Prince Silvio Ricci x f!reader Tags: fluff Word Count: 1084

Silvio Ricci, the first prince of Benitoite, isn’t by any means a romantic. Hell, he never goes out of his way for a woman, except apparently, when it comes to you. He’d buy you the entire world if it meant seeing a bright smile on your face.

Like the one you’re giving him right now.

You peer up at him, your eyes open wide, an adorable delight sparkling in their hypnotizing depths. It’s a sight Silvio knows he’ll never tire of, no matter how many times he sees it. Especially when you’re smiling because of him.

“Silvio,” you gesture to the white sleigh parked in front of the castle, “what’s this?”

The crystal-encrusted sleigh you’re referring to shimmers under the hot Benitoitian sun, each crystal a dazzling glimmer in the sun’s rays. Blue and silver ribbons line the edges and cascade down the sides like waterfalls of glitter and silk. At the head of the sleigh, a majestic white horse adorned in a saddle and reigns just as decorated as the sleigh itself stands, letting out a tiny bray.

The sleigh is, of course, beautiful because Silvio himself ensured it was the best money could buy, but there’s something about the sleigh that’s peculiar. Instead of the normal runners, this particular sleigh has been altered to run on wheels making it somewhat of a sleigh-carriage hybrid. A rather odd sight considering that Benitoite has no need for anything snow-related as it never snows in Benitoite.

Silvio knows the sleigh-carriage hybrid looks silly, despite the fact that he spent an exorbitant amount of money to have it imported from Rhodolite and adapted to run on stone as opposed to snow. It makes no sense to do what he did, except…

How could he not when he knows it’ll make you smile?

“It’s a sleigh,” Silvio grumbles, a faint dusting of pink on his sun-baked cheeks.

“I can see that,” you reply dryly. “But why is there a–”

Suddenly, you stop speaking. Your pretty lips round into a silent, ‘oh’, and a knowing expression slowly crosses your face. You turn to face Silvio, a sly grin on your lips, and Silvio winces, cursing himself internally because he knows he’s done for. You’ve figured him out – the sharp woman that you are.

“You remembered,” you tease, your eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

Silvio heaves a sigh, the dusting of pink on his cheeks deepening into a tomato red. “It ain’t a big deal or anythin’,” he mumbles. “You said you missed the sleigh rides in Rhodolite, and I know we don’t get snow, but…”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, amusement dancing across your face.

“Ah, don’t go gettin’ all sappy on me, woman,” Silvio grouses, turning away from you to hide his flustered expression, fully conscious of your gaze on him. 

While Silvio finds great pleasure in making you smile, he never knows what to do when your joy is directed towards him, when his insides turn to mush because… he’s never felt this sorta way until you entered his life. It’s awkward and embarrassing and uncomfortable, but also soothing and thrilling and wonderful. He hates being the subject of your affection, and yet he can’t get enough of it.

A pair of arms wraps around Silvio’s waist, and he jumps, startled from the sudden physical contact. “Hey!” he yelps, his first instinct to pull away, but your arms hold him tight. “Let go.”

“No,” you pout, your doe-like eyes staring up at him imploringly.

Silvio stares back, and just like that, he’s smitten. This time, he can’t look away, hopelessly drowning in your mesmerizing eyes. A warmth spreads from his chest throughout his body, chasing away the tension he’s holding in his muscles. Clicking his tongue, he returns your embrace, caging you in his arms and resting his cheek against your head. “Sassy devil woman,” he mutters under his breath, feeling you smirk against his chest.

“I love it,” you declare. “It’s such a thoughtful Christmas gift, thank you.” You nuzzle your cheek against the fabric of his vest, letting out a happy sigh. “I love you.”

Silvio huffs, but inside, he’s melting. His heart clamors wildly. Annoying butterflies flutter madly about in his stomach. Despite jumping like a crazy person whenever you touch him, it always feels right when you’re nestled in his arms. It feels like home.

“That’s not your Christmas present,” he mumbles into your hair.

“What?”

“I said, that’s not your Christmas present.”

“Silvio!” you protest, struggling to pull away and catch a glimpse of his face. “That’s too much!”

Silvio doesn’t allow you to escape his embrace, not quite ready to let you go. He exhales an exasperated, drawn-out sigh. “Damn it, woman, would you just lemme spoil you?”

Your movements still. He can’t see your face, but he can picture you making that bewildered expression he adores, the one where you blink several times in rapid succession and wrinkle your forehead, a little pout on your lips.

“Fine,” you finally concede, pulling at his vest. “But only if you let me spoil you too.”

Silvio chuckles, the sound deep in his throat, and closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of roses in your hair. He presses a tender kiss to the top of your head.

For as long as he can remember, he’s chased an unquenchable thirst – one that no amount of alcohol or women could satisfy. He tried to fill the void with the finest alcohol, the most brilliant jewels, the most expensive clothes, anything of quality money could buy. He thought money would be the answer to all his problems, but it was never enough. No matter what he achieved or bought or drank, his unbearable thirst was never satisfied.

That is, until you came into his life. 

Until you made him realize he was wrong. That there were things in the world money couldn’t buy. That what he’d been searching for all this time wasn’t money or fancy jewels, but love.

The desire to be loved.

Love that you now freely gave to him without asking for anything in return, except his heart, and for a woman like that, Silvio would do anything. He’d buy you everything your heart desires. Shit, he’d even bring you the moon and the stars if that’s what you asked of him, even if it takes everything he has to do it. 

For the woman who taught this beast how to be a man, he’d do anything if it meant protecting your smile.

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Can you write what it would be like sleeping/or just dating the top 3 upper moons? You can make it NSFW or SFW.

Thanks!

Okay.. Since this is an anonymous ask, we're keeping it pg-13.

gn!reader x top 3 moons / it gets a little suggestive on doma's section.

Headcanons under the cut!

Dating an upper moon

feat. nap time

Kokushibo (Himosaurus Rex)

As a demon, he doesn't exactly require sleep. Nor is it possible for him to do so in the first place.

However, there are times where, just for the sake of it, he is inclined to share a bed with you.

To glide a hand through your silken strands.

To croon tender affections in your ear as you drift off into the realm of dreams.

He quite enjoys it when your head is on his chest while you both lay on your side, sheets strewn beside you. You can hear his heartbeat that way—and it reminds him that he is, in fact, alive.

He'll hold you taut in a gentle, yet unrelenting embrace—so you're sure he's not going anywhere. That he's solely there for you.

It's certain that those moments are the only time he'll truly let his guard down

And the sole instances where he'll feel genuine solace—unburdened by the weight of his loyalty to Muzan, his strength, or his battles.

Kokushibo is a rather traditional lover in that sense; his body speaks more than he does.

Doma (Himalicious)

The same can certainly be said for Doma.

But since you're a follower—and his favorite one, at that—you see him all day.

Despite being the third strongest demon in existence, his disposition makes him far from easily manageable... At least, in Muzan's eyes.

Consequently, he finds himself rarely entrusted with missions.

And with an absence of tasks to occupy his time, he opts to keep you close by his side instead.

Very close.

The room he initially bestowed upon you now serves as little more than storage for the extravagances with which he indulges you, for you can scarcely recall the last time you slumbered beneath sheets truly your own.

"Come, dearest! Lay with me," he'd entreat, his voice suffused with mirth.

Best get comfortable. You'll be there for a while.

In his dimly shrouded chambers, sheltered from the sun's penetrating rays, the two of you recline in an intimate embrace.

Your back rests upon his chest, ensconced within the expansive, chilling embrace of his strong arms.

From there, he'll babble on about anything on his mind—and it'll always be far removed from his duties.

In the midst of those spontaneous monologues, you're reminded that he possesses a poetic inclination, and, perhaps more significantly, that he is leagues away from lacking tact.

Sometimes (a lot of the time) he'll permit his hands autonomy. They'll dance languidly—and knowingly—about your body, carrying his subconscious with them.

Every skillful graze against your flesh forces you to recall his main merit: that he is serious, and he does know what he's doing.

When his disciples are consigned to him, your sole abode is nestled within the sanctuary of his lap. Should you find yourself elsewhere, it is fairly probable that he would place the task of locating you at the pinnacle of his priorities.

He is also most certainly inclined to do the same before, during, or after sermons.

Akaza (world's best Krispy Kreme employee)

As far as he remembers, you're his first

So he's awkward initially.

He loves talking to humans—especially those he battles against.

And you're no exception!

But he's marginally different from Doma.

He won't talk about philosophy and he is repulsed by gossip.

Just as he is with most things related to Doma.

Instead, when he's alone, and in your embrace, he loses his playfulness around opponents in exchange for a more cool-headed and gentle disposition around you.

It's kind of sweet.

He likes it when, while he's laying on his back, you'll rest your head on his chest—that way, he can embrace you leanly but efficiently.

Sometimes he'll play-fight with you to get you to bed. Tackling, tickling.. The likes.

But for the most part, he does fancy pillow fights.

If you're visibly exhausted or sick and refusing to rest, he'll fight you to sleep. And he is absolutely exceptional at it.

And when you do finally let up, he's by your side until an hour before dawn. It pains him to have you wake up by your lonesome, but it can't exactly be helped.

Still, Akaza makes up for it by ensuring he has time for you every night.

By ensuring that you know he loves you and your company.

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Okay. Sorry for the wait! I've been busy and writing this on and off. The sudden shift in style for akaza is a result of my not quite knowing how to characterize him; I really prefer the top 2 moons over him, but he is still very sweet.

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Garrett x human Reader Her whole body except for her face, neck and hands are covered in tattoos but she does not revel them until the battle of to see if Renesemee is immortal child or not. She does not meet Garrett until the battle of Victoria and her army of newborns. She has long chocolate brown hair and wears circle framed glasses. She is related to Emmett.

❝concealed❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of Garrett but doesn’t meet him until some years later, she has tattoos and is the only human relative that Emmett has

✭ twilight masterlist

In the heart of the forest, where shadows danced among ancient trees, (Y/N) moved with a graceful purpose. Her long, chocolate brown hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against the muted greens and browns of the woods. Clad in a simple long-sleeved blouse and jeans, she seemed like any other traveler exploring nature's beauty.

Yet, (Y/N) was far from ordinary. Beneath her clothing, her body was adorned with a tapestry of intricate tattoos, each design a testament to her connection with her ancestors and her reverence for the world around her. Her neck and hands bore a rich mosaic of symbols, alluring and mysterious, hinting at a history that was deeper and more complex than her appearance suggested.

For years, she had concealed her body art, careful to hide her inked skin beneath the fabric of long sleeves and high necklines. Her tattoos were her own secret, a personal tapestry of stories and memories that she carried with her, unbeknownst to those around her. And while she was proud of her heritage and the links that bound her to her ancestors, she chose to keep her marks hidden, revealing them only when the time was right.

It was a chilly evening as (Y/N) entered a clearing, her glasses perched on her nose as she surveyed the landscape. In the distance, a shimmering waterfall cascaded down a rocky cliffside, its gentle roar a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. It was a place of solace, a sanctuary where she could lose herself in her contemplations.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a tapestry of colors, (Y/N)'s thoughts turned to the rumors that had begun circulating among the supernatural community. Whispers of an immortal child, an enigma that had captured the attention of vampires and shape-shifters alike. She couldn't ignore the call to action, the pull to uncover the truth.

The woods seemed to hum with anticipation as (Y/N) turned to leave the clearing, her footsteps measured as she navigated the path back to her small cabin. The moon cast dappled light through the trees, and in its ethereal glow, (Y/N)'s tattoos seemed to come alive, a hidden masterpiece waiting to be unveiled.

Little did she know that destiny was about to introduce her to someone who would change her life forever. A battle loomed on the horizon, one that would bring her face to face with not only the supernatural forces she had heard whispers of but also a certain nomadic vampire named Garrett.

Weeks turned into months, and (Y/N) found herself drawn deeper into the mysteries that surrounded the supernatural world. She followed leads, listened to whispers, and sought answers to the enigma of the immortal child. Her quiet determination propelled her forward, her tattoos hidden beneath her everyday attire, a part of her that remained known only to herself.

It was during her investigations that the path of destiny intersected with another, as the confrontation with Victoria and her army of newborns loomed on the horizon. The forest crackled with tension as the two sides prepared for battle, and (Y/N) stood among the supernatural allies, her eyes steady behind her circle-framed glasses.

As the battle cries echoed through the air, (Y/N) fought with a fierce determination, her every move a testament to her hidden strength. Her tattoos remained concealed, a canvas of stories that remained shrouded in mystery. It was only when the chaos of battle began to reach its climax that her moment arrived.

Amidst the fray, (Y/N) found herself facing off against a particularly formidable adversary. Victoria's red eyes bore into her, a fierce determination mirrored in her gaze. (Y/N)'s heart raced, her every instinct sharpened by the adrenaline of battle.

With a surge of energy, she unleashed her full strength, the power of her ancestry coursing through her veins. As her opponent's attack faltered, her own strike was swift and precise. And in the wake of the battle, Victoria's threat was finally extinguished.

As the dust settled, the supernatural allies regrouped, their breaths heavy with a mix of exhaustion and relief. It was in this moment that (Y/N) felt a presence at her side. She turned, her eyes meeting those of a nomadic vampire, his hair wild and his gaze unwavering.

"Garrett," she murmured, recognition dawning.

He offered a half-smile, his eyes curious. "You fought well."

"(Y/N)," another voice called from the distance. Turning, she saw her connection to the supernatural world, the Cullens, approaching.

"We owe you our gratitude," Carlisle said, his expression sincere.

Her gaze shifted between the two, her lips quirking into a smile. "It was a battle for all of us."

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the aftermath of the battle. As (Y/N) stood among the supernatural beings, her tattoos remained hidden beneath her clothing, a silent testament to her own battles and triumphs.

Garrett approached her again, his gaze steady. "You're not like the others."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what makes you say that?"

He smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I have a keen eye for those who bear secrets, my dear."

A knowing smile tugged at her lips, and for the first time, (Y/N) felt a sense of camaraderie with someone who understood the art of concealment. As the night wore on, stories were exchanged, bonds were formed, and the mysteries of the supernatural world began to unravel in ways (Y/N) had never imagined.

Little by little, as (Y/N)'s world expanded to include new allies and experiences, her tattoos remained a hidden reminder of her unique journey. For with each day that passed, she found herself not only entwined in the supernatural tapestry but also a chapter of her own tale that was just beginning to be written.

Time flowed like a river, carrying (Y/N) into a world she had only glimpsed from the periphery. She walked a delicate line between her newfound supernatural allies and the life she had known as a human. Her bond with Garrett deepened with each passing day, their shared understanding of secrecy and concealment forging a connection that transcended words.

With her tattoos still hidden from view, (Y/N) became an indispensable member of the supernatural community, her skills and determination proving invaluable in times of danger. She joined in their endeavors, fought alongside them in battles that shaped the destiny of their world, and stood shoulder to shoulder with vampires and shape-shifters alike.

As the seasons changed, (Y/N)'s journey of self-discovery continued, each day a testament to her strength and resilience. The Cullens became not only her allies but also her family, and Garrett, her mate, a constant presence at her side. Together, they faced challenges that tested their bonds and celebrated victories that united them in purpose.

One evening, under the stars that glittered like diamonds in the night sky, (Y/N) found herself sitting by a crackling fire, her tattoos illuminated by the dancing flames. She wore a sleeveless top, her decision to reveal her marks a deliberate one. The intricate designs spoke of generations past, of stories whispered through time.

Garrett approached, his gaze drawn to the revealed tattoos. His fingers traced the patterns gently, his touch both tender and reverent. "(Y/N), they're beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled, her heart full as she met his gaze. "They're a part of me, a reminder of my ancestors and the path that led me here."

Garrett's eyes held a mixture of admiration and understanding. "Just as your strength and spirit are a part of you."

In that moment, (Y/N) felt a sense of completeness that she had never known before. Her tattoos were no longer hidden away, but proudly displayed, a testament to her journey, her heritage, and the love that had woven its way into her life.

As the fire crackled and the night stretched before them, (Y/N) and Garrett sat together, their hands intertwined. They were bound by more than just their secrets; they were bound by the shared experience of growth, connection, and the promise of an unknown future that lay ahead. And as they gazed into the flames, they knew that whatever challenges awaited, they would face them together, their stories and tattoos interwoven in a tapestry of love and courage.

[echantedtoon]

In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch3 Amongst Us

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Y/n accidentally cuts her hand a bit. Mentioning of a few scars on reader's hands. 

 Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant. Y/n has no cannon design and can look however you like except for her turquoise eyes which is plot related.)

The scent of burnt flowers is the first thing that greeted you when you came back to the little shop two days later.

You had slept in late because of your nightly escapades and by the time you woke up and rushed back to the small shop, it was already mid-day. But you had found your boss there. And the older woman was. NOT. Pleased.  The opening of the door was greeted by her form sitting down near a shelf looking to be rearranging some candles by color, and had given you the dirtiest scowl you'd ever seen on an old woman.

"Where have you been?!," she demanded rudely as you gasped for air from running all the way there. Her arms crossed and she scowled harder. "I've been up all morning trying to rearrange these shelves all by myself and I can't reach most of them!"

You immediately bowed still gasping for air. "I-...I'm s-so sorry. I-I overslept b-by accident." You gasped out between breaths.

"Excuses, excuses! I don't suppose you brought me the basil I asked for?" Her brow rose as your body stiffened up, remembering that you stupidly left the small bag of wild herbs by your bedside. She hummed. "Mm hm. Well since you think that staying up last night would give you a good excuse for lateness, you can just come in early tomorrow morning and help clean out the storage in the back!''

"I-I can just go b-back and get them-"

"And give you the idea of just falling back asleep? Not likely. Now get in here and get those green candles off the top shelf."

It seems fate decided to be a cruel lady to you. You had no choice but to sigh and obey, forcing your tired body to just work the rest of that day away before being granted permission to finally head home and rest more. Totally exhausted by the time you got home and just collapsing into your futon with a sigh. Tomorrow... Tomorrow would be better after you got lots of sleep and weren't feeling sleep deprived.

The first rays of day kissed the skies good morning and woke her up enough to bring out the cheerful smile of morning from her slumber. Glass shined as the light passed right through the window panes and chased away the darkness in the home. The rays of light passed up the body stopping among the head and shining directly into the soff eyelids. They fluttered and moved from the light's gleam until they opened slowly, squinting and blinking at the light until they adjusted.

Turquoise irises gazed softly out at the world.

You blinked before groaning in annoyance at the light shuffling around under your blanket but ultimately decided to get up from how too warm it was. The summer beat and the sun's light baring down on you on top of the thick blanket covering you made your body too irritatedly hot, so the blanket was kicked off in order for you to get up. Your torso sat up arms reaching above your head to stretch out, your mouth yawning. A hand reached up to wipe the sandman's kisses away from your eyes. Another morning to live. Another day to work. You slowly got yourself up and got yourself ready despite your still groggy state to get ready for work to ensure you'd not get another earful from your boss for being late again. So you were quick to make yourself look presentable and made sure to grab the small bag of herbs she wanted to avoid any scolding concerning that as well. With a final look in the mirror and grabbing a nearby apple for breakfast, you smiled at yourself before you opened the door and headed out your door into the morning sun. 

You held the bright red apple in your mouth as you closed the door to your small one bedroom home behind you and turned to start walking down the sunny street. The sweet taste of apple tainted your senses as you are the delicious fruit on your way down the road. There was a nice breeze again today and a lot of clouds in the sky providing you shade from the harsh sunlight as you walked which made it a nice day to walk around. No doubt there would be countless people taking advantage of the nice weather. Your turquoise eyes wondered around lifting the fruit again to your mouth...but lowered it as you noticed that-...Wait a minute.

Where was everyone?

Your eyes wondered around the nearly empty street as you walked down the dirt road between all the houses and small businesses slowing down your pace as you noticed that the streets were.. unusually barren. Usually you would see young children running around playing and laughing loudly in such nice weather but you didn't see any of the young children around or their laughter. The elderly would be seen relaxing on the shady porches but they too were gone. No men and their sons were walking past you to the forest to fish and hunt like they did every morning. No people were walking around the roads. No one was tending to the various small gardens around the homes... Nothing. Well no. There WAS a few people. Although they seemed to be walking quickly and keeping their heads down whenever you watched them pass. You tried smiling and waving at a few people but they either ignored you or didn't notice making you raise a brow at their strange behaviors. What was going on? This was highly unusual. You couldn't help but stare at the strange occurrence. Turning a corner you were pleased to see at least two child playing outside. A little boy no older than five playing with no doubt his baby brother as the barely toddler boy squealed in delight as his older brother played peekaboo with him. You smiled softly at the cute sight before a slamming of a door caused both to look up.

"What do you think you're doing?!," an angry older woman demanded. She had thrown the sliding door open in the house right across from the two boys that looked at her. 

"We're playing?," the older boy asked back.

"When there's death lurking about?! You're in big trouble!!"

The woman(their mother no doubt) continued scolding them as she stomped over. Effortlessly scooping up the baby in one arm while the other harshly grabbed the young boy by the back of his kimono. He was forced up and quickly marched back into the house, the door slamming back shut just as you were walking past their house. You continued to stare at the door for a long moment as you passed bewildered more before continuing on your way towards the small shop. Seriously what was going on? It was like if the a plague had combed through the town scaring everyone into hiding overnight. It wasn't like this just the other day. You decided to get to work quickly and see if things were better there instead. The apple core now eaten was tossed aside into a nearby tree patch before you hurried on your way down the rest of this street before turning left and going down three more small homes. The third home being the small shop that doubled as your boss's home. The streets were still practically empty but at least the shop looked calm. The eerie silence was getting to you so you quickly walked up to the shop and opened the door-

Only to reel back as the smells of burning wysteria and smoke and ashes hit your senses.

The stinging of the smoke hit you first as your eyes stung from smoke. The smell of singed wysteria burning your nostrals and making your lungs involuntarily cough and instincts drove you to sharply throw your head to the side. Your coughing fit in the open doorway to allow most of the smoke in the house to escape instantly and allowing the wind still blowing to blow it away.

"What are you doing?!," an older voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard screeched. "You'll letting our protection out you foolish girl!"

A hand suddenly grabbed your arm and tugged harshly. Your coughing firm gasped out as you were thrown inside stumbling a few feet before falling to your knees and continuing to cough. There was a loud slamming sound behind you as someone closed the door quickly and then shuffled around you. You coughed and fanned away any leftover smoke away from your face, rubbing your watery eyes before you turned and stared at the old woman shuffling around to look at you with a deep scowl.

"W-What *cough* was that?," you asked between coughs looking at her. "Did something catch on fire?"

"No you naive child!," she spat pointing at you harshly, "You just jeopardized what little protection I have against these beasts!"

You blinked at her bewildered even more. "W-What are you talking about? Protection from what?"

"How could you not know?!"

"Know what? What's going on?"

"FOOLISH GIRL!!" The pointing finger poked harshly on your chest. "A demon's been spotted outside of the village two nights ago!" Her face turned from anger and annoyance to fear quickly as she gave a quick look outside of the window. "As far as everyone knows it's still out there."

Your body froze as her words slowly seeped into your brain and your eyes widened. "A what?!"

A demon. The rumored cold hearted killers everyone feared. And one was spotted near your peaceful village?! How- No. WHY?! It didn't make any sense for a demon to be here. Demons lived in large towns and cities and were attracted to buzzing crowds and wars and fighting. It wouldn't make sense for them to come all the way out here. It was literally in the middle of nowhere and was as bland and simple as can be. There wasn't any treasures or valuable things to attract them. So why was there one lurking about? You blinked looking around you and finally located the source of all the smoke and smells. Many small sticks of wysteria incense had been lit and burning. Around them was all the wysteria scented candles you had lit up and filling up the home with more wysteria smell. The amount of smoke and wysteria was overwhelming and made your head spin. Eventually you reached up to pinch your nose to protect it from the scent overload.

"Why are you burning so much wysteria?"

"Because demons hate the flower. They won't go near it. It's the only protection an old woman like me can have but because of you most of it went out the door!''

"Don't you think you're taking it a bit too far?," you asked ignoring her insults.

"Absolutely not! When it comes to a demon I won't take chances! Now go in the back and see if there's anymore wysteria candles quickly! We need to light more to replace the heavy scent you lost me!"

You would've sighed at her yelling again but given the circumstances you'd thought it'd be better to play it safe. So you only got up and obeyed silently. There was not anymore wysteria scented candles in the back or on any of the shelves when you looked nor was there anymore wysteria incense. She had burnt all of it. The closest thing you could find was a single small bottle of wysteria perfume that your boss immediately grabbed and dosed herself in making your head swim more from the overpowering scent. You started to develop a headache the more you smelt it, and with her refusing to open any doors or windows, you had taken to just sitting in a separate room and covering your nose with your kimono. Safe to say that you didn't have any customers that day. In fact most of it was spent trying not to cough, calming down your boss, and watching her obsessively looking out the window in fear but every time you looked out, you saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary other than the eerily silent streets, and you missed the tall figure walking slowly down the road. He stopped, took a few seconds to gaze around carefully,.. before slowly walking back down the road away from the shop. You were too busy with your back towards the window trying to calm the old woman's rambles for the fifth time to notice. But at least you knew why everyone was acting strangely at this point. 

You also alternated between trying to carve a green nice smelling mint soap into the shape of a rose flower in bloom. However this one wouldn't be for sale. Oh no. You were planning on taking this one home for yourself. Unfortunately it wasn't done yet and you had to leave it on the table by the perfumes to tend to your boss's panicked episodes.

Nothing changed except for the sky. The clouds that were blowing across the sky now darkened from white to dark grey and increased in number. The wind picked up shaking your wind chimes like crazy, moving the trees at an alarming rate. A rain storm was coming without a doubt. Hours slowly crept past. The sun moved across the sky near sunset now. And you were surprised to see your boss come out of the back dragging a big bag with her.

Curious and confused you pointed at it and asked, "What's that for?"

"For me of course," she huffed back. "It's too dangerous for a defenseless old woman like myself to stay alone while that monster is roaming about. I'm going to stay with my son and his family until the danger passes! Before dark too." She shivered giving a look at the setting sun. "They always get more active during the night. I'm not going to be stuck alone waiting to see what happens."

"You're leaving now?" You glanced back at the home. You noticed the melted wax all over the floor and the candle stubs and all the ash everywhere. "And leaving the mess?"

"My life is worth more than a mess! It'll be here when I return."

You rose a brow at her and then again at the mess thinking.  "Why don't I clean it? It's the least I could do."

The older woman gave you a look like you were crazy and looked you up and down. "Are you still sleep deprived?"

"No. I'd just rather not leave a mess. It usually brings bad luck."

"And you'd do that despite the dangers?"

"There hasn't been any dangers. No one has shown up all day and we haven't even seen anything. For all we know, that sighting might've just been a misunderstanding. Or maybe the demon already left."

She still looked at you like you were crazy but eventually looked away shaking her head. "If you want to clean so late I won't stop you, but I still say you're nothing but foolish." She nodded towards the back of the home. "Although I won't leave you to wonder back home alone if you don't have to. If it becomes too dark, you can just spend the night here and spare yourself the dangers of walking alone at night."

You smiled at her before nodding. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

"Hmm. Just don't say I didn't warn you if something were to happen." With that last grim warning, she left with her bag. Carefully pulling the door open, looking up and down the road, and shuffling out as quick as her old legs could carry her up the road.

You were left standing there staring at the door before you also slowly approached the door and slid it all the way open. The eerily quiet streets met you as you gazed your turquoise eyes up and down the empty dirt road carefully but yet again did not see anyone other than the quickly retreating form of the old woman before she took disappeared around a corner. Truly leaving the streets empty and devoid of life. You continued to stare a little while longer before sighing and allowing the door to remain completely open to allow the remaining burning wysteria smell to escape the house. It was giving you a big headache at this point so fresh air would be just what you needed. So allowing it to remain wide open, you got to work grabbing the broom to sweep up the ashes. You sighed seeing all the wax dried all over the floors and tables. You'd have to get a knife to scrape the wax off everything. You would not have an easy night.

Twilight soon began to fall and the more you stayed the more quiet it gotten and the less people you saw until the streets were completely bare of any living creatures and no lights other than the occasional street lantern or candle in the window and the setting sun leaving only a little sunlight to spare. It would soon be complete night, and you were left all alone. You felt almost like a criminal gazing around back allies, hiding from sight, and keeping secret. The darkened skies completely filled up with dark clouds and the wind blew fiercely making the trees shake and groan scarily. The wind blowing in making you shiver and decide now would be a good time to close the door soon. Countless minutes were spent on hand and knees using a carving knife to scrape wax off the floor until you had finally finished. Although not without consequences. During the last few bits, the knife slipped from your hand and sliced across the palm of your right hand. It wasn't a deep cut. Nothing life threatening to you, but it still stung as you wrapped a spare bandage from the back around it. Today was definitely not your day.

You gathered the wax pieces and quickly went outside to throw them out before returning to grab the broom and started to sweep all the ashes across the floor and out the door. As you were doing so, the first drops of rain started to pour down and hit the roof and outside. The broom bristles scraped across the floor pushing the ashes outside the door and onto the porch. You took a moment to stand there and look out into the stormy dark night. Rain pelted everything and you jumped as the first clash of thunder crashed throughout the heavens- A sudden noise made you suddenly jump and a cat yowled out from the inside of an overflowing crate full of garbage and scurried away into the night leaving you spooked. You felt on edge from your boss's warning and you couldn't help but feel like you were one of those unfortunate victims you always heard in ghost stories. The ones who always meet their early demise in the dark. If you weren't offered shelter here for the night instead of walking back in this weather, you would've felt more on edge. The last rays of the setting sun was dowsed by the watering night and all light finally left, making the shadows more powerful. More bigger. The outstretched hands of darkness caressed the world in its grip. You quickly swept the ashes off the porch and onto the muddy ground before quickly turning to go back inside. 

The broom retired against the wall. Your hand rested against the door as you gave one last look out. The streets were completely dark, no houses had anymore lanterns or candles inside to light up the houses. Only the lightning to flash everything awake for a brief second. Your shop was the only one with a candle in the window.... Perhaps you should follow suit and put it out and retire for the night. It was already getting late and your worries were starting to make you paranoid about nothing. Your legs took you a step back, your hand slowly slid the door closed-

Only to meet resistance once it was almost closed.

"Hm?"

Your head turned to the door. A light whistling noise was established by the wind blowing through a small space. The door was cracked open just about an inch. You tried pushing it closed all the way but it didn't budge. What the- Your other hand reached up to try and push it shut with both hands. It didn't budge. You started to push harder and harder to try and get it closed. It didn't move. Soon you were pushing it as hard as you could with both hands and a shoulder pressed against it but still it did not budge. With a grunt you stopped and stared at the door before looking at the very bottom of the door. There wasn't anything jammed there blocking the door from closing. So why wasn't it shutting all the way?... Perhaps the outside of the door was caught on something? You decided to open the door again to see if an outside factor was causing this problem. Your hand grabbed the door once again but instead of pushing you pulled...and was again met with the same unmoving resistance. You started pulling harder and harder. Nothing. What was going on? You reached out to slip your fingers through the small crack in the door to grab the door and began pulling with all your might. The door was still resisting. Why wasn't it budging? Surely it couldn't have gotten stuck. It was perfectly fine a few hours ago! With a grunt you scowled at where your hands gripped the front of the door.

Only to freeze ice cold at what turquoise irises saw. 

Your fingers gripped the doorway, but under them a third pair of fingers gripped the door, slipped in through the small crack from the outside. The large fingers ended in sharpened nails jabbing themselves into the wood embedding themselves into place firmly. You gazed at the third hand silently and in shock. The ice cold washing over your body as if ice had been injected in your veins-

CLASH!!

You let out a yelp and jumped back in surprise as another crash of thunder crashed overhead. Your hands released the door as you stumbled back until the back of your legs hit the small table in the middle of the room. Your bumped rattled a few perfume bottles on display and a few thumped against the wooden surface tipping over. Rain bear against the roof. Wind howled. Thunder crashed. And lightning flashed as you froze up. Your eyes shrinking to the size of pins as you stared at the hand clutched onto the door. It stayed like that for a long,long time. You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Only stared in an unholy horror you've never felt before as the hand and yourself remained unmoving as if in some staring match.

The. Hand. Moved.

It physically tightened it's hold on the door before pulling back the door slowly. The door opened wider and wider and wider revealing the outside. Your jaw fell open. Your eyes shrank as small as they could go. The door made a soft thud sound as it opened all the way and revealed the entity lurking on the other side. 

CLASH!!

A bolt of lightning lit up the dark figure now revealed to you in the doorway. Wind blew around mahogany colored hair wildly both cascading down his back and framing his face. Pale skin skin to a corpse. The black Hakama pants and purple haori coat blew around straining against the tall body that wore them against the wind. A flash of lightning. Bolt of thunder. And the lighting up of six irises sent you stumbling back further around the table knocking over more glass bottles that clinked against one another some more toppling over as you quickly moved around the table and farther back into the house. The figure remained unmoving for a solid second staring inside and watching you panickedly almost falling over on the floor before stopping to stare wide eyed at him again. Silence aside from the elements resumed...The large figure took one step into the home, the door slid all the way closed behind him.

Which meant you were alone. Staring at this....this....You didn't know who or what this was?! The light from the flickering lanterns lit them up enough for you to see his face that was once cloaked in darkness. The hat he wore was dripping a few drops of water from his head. The sparkling drop briefly reflecting two golden irises that stared back at you. Before a second pair opened under the first. And then a third opened above them. Six yellow irises staring at turquoise irises. The long hair framing his face helped hide whatever features you couldn't make out. But your brain nearly fainted from the realization of what was standing before you.

D E M O N

A demon in flesh and blood was just mere feet across the threshold of your much smaller body. His form and height was imposing. As was the claws his hands held and the long katana in clear view tied to his side. Turquoise eyes glanced at it briefly before turning back on his face-..And blinking as he had turned his head away from yours. You were met with the side of his head instead. His eyes averted away from you and staring at the left far wall. Which was lined up with shelves filled with scented oils and plenty of incense. You couldn't see his eyes because of the long mahogany bangs but jumped as his head turned all the way over to stare at the other far wall. The shelves on that side stocked up with scented candles, and soaps, and nice smelling bath salts ready to be bought and used.

"What kind of store is this?" A deep gruff voice spoke out making you jump ..and blink- "It's rude to not answer when spoken to." The blunt, monotone voice came again and it took you a moment to realize it was coming from his mouth which was moving. You jolted blinking at him. He wanted to know..what shop this was? "It's also rude to stare."

"I-its a f-f-fragrance store," you quickly squeaked out in a high pitched voice of fear.

"Fragrance...store?" The monotone voice sounded..confused almost as he took a moment to look around before humming. "Never heard of one."

"W-W-We sell f-f-fragrances of all kinds." You gestured a shaking hand at the shelves. "I- incense. Oils. Perf-fumes. W-We have them all."

He hummed again. "Curious." 

You remained still anf silent as he turned his whole body and walked over to the shelves on the right side of the small home. Afraid to move and catch his attention. He stopped in front of the shelves specifically stacked up with soaps and scented candles. His head moving slowly from side to side examining the colorful candles and soaps carefully. His head stopping at one of the middle shelves where the carved soaps were. Most of the soaps were in fact NOT carved into shapes. In fact most were just plain square-rectangle bars. However the few that were carved was all placed in the middle shelves for easy access. They caught the eye of a lot of people especially travelers and it seemed the demon also seemed to take interest in them. Staring intently at the few carved into fruits, flowers, and one of two animals. His hand reached out to curious pick up a pink soap carved into the shape of an apple. It sat in his palm for a second before he slowly put it back down before turning back to the colorful candles. He stared at them all with his back Towards you.. before his head tilted at them.

"These candles do not smell of just wax." Again he sounded slightly confused but.. interested.

"T-T-Those are s-scented candles."

"Scented??"

You nodded your head despite the fact he wasn't looking at you. "T-That 's right. They're made with d-different herbs and oils and flower petals mixed into the w-wax. When they burn and the wax melts, they g-give off a pleasant scent."

He hummed interested. "I have never heard of such a thing before." A hand of his reached up to lightly touch a bigger blue candle with clouds carved lightly into the outer wax. "...Is the owner available?"

You blinked looking at him before shaking your head again despite he wasn't looking at you. "N-No. She went home. B-But if you n-need help finding something I-I work here." Maybe if you could help him find whatever he was looking for he'd leave.

He didn't say anything at first before retracting his hand from the shelf and speaking. "I'm looking for a gift." You just blinked. A gift? "My brother is getting engaged. I wish to purchase a gift for his engagement ceremony."

Wait...he came in here to find a gift? For his brother's engagement? So he wasn't here to try to tear you apart or rob the store? You immediately let your body relax in relief sighing. Oh thank the gods! Still didn't make this any less scary but it made it more understanding.

You finally offered an employee smile you usually gave customers and gestured to the table you had previously bumped into. "Well if it's an engagement ceremony then perhaps the bride to be would like one of our perfumes?" He turned and all six eyes targeted the table you pointed out. "They're all made from local flowers."

He silently stepped forward until he was standing before you staring at the table. You once again tensed up under his shadow as he practically loomed over you. His eyes scanning the labels on the bottles, some still knocked over, before you heard him snort and turn his head away shaking it no.

"They are too strong. Smells terrible." You blinked. He hadn't even opened them and they weren't that strong. You actually thought they smelt nice- "However...That is pleasant." You blinked and watched as he leaned over, reached out, and grabbed the half carved mint soap rose from the table. "Details are... suitable." You froze more as all size eyes turned to you. "How much?"

Ooooh crap. That was the one you were hoping to bring home! You liked it and worked hard on carving such great detail into its fake petals. But we're you really going to say no to this imposing figure?

You gulped as he still bore his eyes into yours expecting an answer. "I-I...D-Dont know."

"Don't know?"

"I-I'm not done carving it yet," you quickly replied pointing at it, "I can't sell something that's not finished yet."

Each pair of eyes slowly blinked at you before looking at the half carved rose soap with newfound interest. "You..carved this?"

You nodded. "Yes. I carve a few c-candles and soaps."

He hummed before placing the soap back down on the table. "Do you do custom designs?"

You blinked. Was a demon seriously asking you to do a custom job for him? You shook your head before nodding. "Yes. Sometimes."

He didn't say anything at first. Turning he turned back to the shelf of scented candles and walked right up to it. His eyes scanned the shelves before stopping on one candle in particular. It was one of the biggest candles you had. About as big and wide as a small jar. He picked it up and brought it to his face. The scents of cloves and cinnamon filled his senses and he hummed pleased at the pleasant smell it had. The candle was turn delicately in his palms twisting this way and that. 

'Yes. This would be work perfectly. The red reminded him of his eyes and hair almost. The strong cinnamon smell wasn't bad either but pleasant. He certainly hadn't seen anything like this before and surely neither did his brother. It would be an acceptable gift without being too sentimental or tacky.'

He turned back around and walked right up to you. You blinked as he held out the large candle. "I want you to carve a sun into this."

You blinked at him before slowly taking the cinnamon red candle from him. You shivered brushing against his hands that felt cool to the touch. "A-A sun?"

"Yes."

You opened your mouth..but closed it looking back at the candle. "Oh. I ..I can do that. Is there anything specific you want me to add to the design?"

He blinked again before staring at the red candle in thought for a moment. "...Make the sun look as if it was made of dancing flames." 

Dancing flames? A sun made of dancing flames. Ok. Not the worst order you could've gotten. "I can do that but it'll take me a few days to finish it."

He hummed before looking at the half finished rose shaped mint soap again before pointing at it. "And how long will it take you to finish that piece?"

You looked where he pointed and a disappointed feeling filled you. It looked like you wouldn't be able to keep it after all. "I'm mostly done with it but again it'll take some days especially since I'll also be doing this job for you."

He just closed his eyes and nodded. "Will you be able to finish both within two weeks?"

"Two weeks?...I think so. Yes."

"Then I want this also, looking as if it was in full bloom." 

Yep. You definitely weren't going to be able to keep it. His eyes opened slightly and finally took the chance to really look at you... before all six eyes blinked in surprise and he fully turned his head at you.

"I can do both of those." 

You tried not to sigh as you looked back to him and blinked as he was full on staring at you. Being so close you finally got an expert look at his face. His six eyes were yellow with red veiny sclera. Mahogany bangs framing his face. But what was most strange was the flame like markings on the upper corner of his face and the lower part of his face going down his neck. There was a long pause as you both just took each other in, especially him. He seemed to stare especially hard at your eyes before his eyes became half lidded and he hummed.

"You work late at night as well?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Women shouldn't be in the woods late at night. Not should they be working alone late at night either."

You stared.....Wait a minute-

"Do you make it a habit of being nocturnal?"

It was as if a glass shattering sound went off in your head as your jaw mimicked a hold fish. Staring wide eyed at him. Your head looked him up and down. Stopping on his sword and the purple and black haori coat. 

 Wait a dam minute-

"YOU-"

"Yes." He bluntly cut you off uninterested in the unexpected reunion before sighing. Of course he'd run into the strange woman in town. Figures with his luck. "Since your work has been established, I'll be staying nearby until you finish. Money will not be an issue but I do expect what I ask to be done within the time frame."

You could only stare gobsmacked at him as he simply turned to make back towards the door and opened it. The sounds of wind and heavy rain filling the space again as he stepped out-

"W-Wait!," you called arm out. He paused turning his head slightly. "C-Cant I at least have your name please?"

He stood against the blowing wind for a good moment before turning back. "You may call me Kokushibo."

The door slid back shut behind him and leaving you staring after him in the flickering candlelights.

[alynwrench]

Why Hello there, my spooktacular pal! It tis I, your spooky skeleton gifter here to ask a few questions before I start. I would hate to get halfway through and realize you wanted something else.

You don't want Sun or Moon to be related. Gotcha. Is it fine if I have them be platonic to each other? I can still add heavy fluff or similar things that indicate a close bond. I just wanted to check that it's okay to keep them platonic.

Which are you into more(You can pick multiple)? Do you want enough fluff to suffocate in? Hot romance(Between DCA/Reader or another character)? Something to cry your heart out to? Or a hide-under-the-covers-till-morning sorta tale? I am open to anything, so let me know how you want it.

Kepla and Lore I have really taken a liking to. I'm always guilty for loving evil characters. Do you have any more information on them personality wise? And I would love more images of them!

Are you fine with the classic reader insert trope? I can make them anonymous in the description or I can make them you. I generally do DCA x Reader stuff, and if your fine with me using Kepla and Lore, I could do that for you.

What are your fav tropes?

Don't be afraid to be picky! This is your gift after all! I'm comfortable doing anything really.

The only thing I would rather not do is a ship between Sun x Moon. I hope you understand. ^_^

OH MY GOSH... HELLO... ITS NICE TO MEET YOU UNOFFICALLY HEHE... 1. They can ab-so-LUTELY be platonic! Like I mentioned in my secret skeleton wishlist I'm good with pretty much all relationship styles when it comes to my DCA headcanons except for familial bonds just because, like i said, it clashes with a lot of my stories I'm trying to tell. Do what is most comfortable for you as well! 2. GUHH hard choice.. I think my preferences are in this order (most preferred to least BUT STILL ENJOYED! If its at the bottom dont be scared i love ALL of this) -> Romance (if we're talking about art then Sun x Bevel is preferred, BUT if you're planning on writing x reader is fine!!!) -> SCARY for the spirit of HALLOWEEN -> Angst.. I love to cry -> Fluff !!! so soft!! so happy!!! 3. OOO OO! I don't have any more images of them I can share at the moment BUT BUT BUT as far as their personality goes Kepla is an egotistical mastermind who knows how to manipulate others. He's very sassy and mean-girl like such as makes offhanded comments and backhanded insults. If he were to ever meet Sun it would be a squilliam vs squidward dynamic if that makes sense? Lore is for the most part nonverbal, he speaks very rarely. I think his mannerisms are very similar to canon Moon behaviors albeit he's always in his head calculated and thinking about how to strike his next target. 4. Yes absolutely! I'm fine with x reader and keeping them anon / up to interp is a good choice! I will say though with the stuff going on in Kepla and Lore's story romance from outsider characters isn't a great idea, their relationship is not only VERY complicated with each other but anything involving a human person would probably end up with them heartbroken or dead with how fucked up these 2 are LMAO. I love my lil guys but they are.. hoo boy, they need work 5. Some of my favorite tropes are hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, miscommunication, unresolved tension, and pretty much anything else you're willing to throw at me because I am not too too picky. This may be my gift but just have fun with it! Id rather you not stress out TOO too much ahehehe.. THANK U FOR CONTACTING ME!! IM VERY EXCITED!!

[eyndr-stories]

I Think I Smell A Rat (FNAF SB fanfic) C2 - Maybe Just ONE Game

In Summary:

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange... You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way...

Things To Know:

Not a lot of warnings for this one! There is some peril and danger, damage to robots, and damage to. Uh, whatever the heck Afton is at this point??

Reader insert! You're a little rat shaped robot a handful of inches long. Lots of borrower-related themes in here

Daycare attendant centered, though the other animatronics make brief appearances. You hang out with Sun in the first half of the story and Moon in the second half!

A little over 17000 words in total, just a lil guy! 5 chapters, they're all pretty short

I somehow managed not to swear once in the entire story, aw hell yeah! Wait-

Ao3 link: Here!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

C2 - Maybe Just ONE Game

     It wasn’t long before you and Sun ran into trouble. You’d just made your way back out of the walls, having turned the lights on to the corridor ahead, when you heard Sun cheerfully greet someone else.

     Sun bounced excitedly. “Roxanne Wolf!! Wow wow it’s so nice to see you! You hardly ever visit the daycare except for birthdays. How are you?!”

     Roxanne stalked across the funky carpet floor. Her walking animation was off, slow and jerky, like she was having trouble pathfinding properly. You stood cautiously next to the port leading back into the walls. Neither bot had seen you emerge just yet.

     Sun noticed Roxy’s strange walk as well. “Uh oh, are you feeling okay??”

     Roxy didn’t reply, but her gaze fixed intently on Sun. She lifted her arms, as if to grab Sun, now only a few paces away. Those claws of hers looked menacing, but you knew they were just fancy guitar picks. All the animatronics had them except for Sun, so they could pluck the strings of their instruments despite their massive metal fingers.

     “Oh, do you want a hug?! I’d love a hug!! We can hug!” Sun excitedly threw his arms out for a big hug.

     Roxy raised a hand, winding back as if to strike. You realized that striking Sun was actually exactly what she meant to do, and you panicked.

     “SUN.” You darted forwards, waving your flashing tail.

     This got the attention of both bots. Roxy paused a moment away from heaving a clawed hand down at Sun to fix her intimidating gaze on you instead.

     “RUN,” you quickly told Sun, already darting back towards the wall.

     Sun seemed to have realized that Roxy was not actually about to give him a hug. “This is NOT how we treat our friends, Roxy!!” Sun yelled as he ran.

     You were very suddenly plucked clean off the ground. After a moment of terror wondering if Roxy had been closer behind you than you’d realized, you noticed between the pathfinding warnings that the metal fingers around you were yellow, and did not have any claws. They were also cradling you very carefully. After a moment of disorientation and hurriedly dismissing warnings, you poked your head out between Sun’s fingers to see Sun had made it through the door into the next corridor and was trying to close the door behind him via the control panel next to the door.

     Roxy made it to the door a moment later. She punched the control panel on her side of the door, and the door slid back open.

     Sun immediately hit the controls again, and the door slid closed. Roxy and Sun went back and forth, and after a moment you remembered why Roxy couldn’t just jump through. All the bots were programmed to wait until a door was completely open to step through, as a safety feature. Sun and Roxy were locked in a cycle of opening and closing the door, Roxy unable to get through and Sun unable to move away without letting the door open.

     You quickly wiggled out of Sun’s hand and scurried across his arm. Your little claws clung very well to the fabric of Sun’s pants as you climbed down to the ground.

     “Tiny friend, where are you going??” Sun asked.

     “Closing the door,” you quickly flashed before darting into the walls.

     You made your way up to the door controls. Once you reached them, you paused, realizing this wouldn’t be quite as easy as you’d thought. There were active signals constantly transmitting back and forth as Sun and Roxy opened and closed the door. In order to rewire the door shut, you’d need to time your move carefully. Your little paws were insulated, so it wasn’t a shock you were worried about. But if the mechanism detected an active charge going through a severed wire before you could connect it again, the whole thing would shut off as a safety feature to prevent sparks and a potential fire, and the door would be stuck open by default, leaving Sun to face Roxy with no easy escape.

     You timed it out carefully. You had an opening a few milliseconds long between signals, so long as Sun and Roxy kept up the same pattern. You were fast, but you weren’t sure if you were that fast. You’d never had to reconnect a wire under a time limit before.

     Focusing on your internal timer, you set your teeth on the wires you needed to sever and waited…

     Now.

     Snip! And then an instant motion of paws twisting as fast as you could make them go, and then…

     Silence.

     You weren’t sure if the controls didn’t have any more signals going through it because the other bots had stopped pressing the buttons or because you hadn’t been quick enough. The path back out of the walls was much longer than you remembered it being.

     You leapt through the port and back into the corridor where you’d left Sun.

     “Tiny friend!!” Sun knelt down in front of you, his rays swaying happily.

     The door was closed. Roxy was stuck on the other side. You’d done it.

     You collapsed with relief, flopping over on the ground.

     "You did such a good job!! Thank you so much." Sun reached out and gave your little head a pat. "I'm not sure what's gotten into our friend Roxy, she's not usually… well. She can be mean sometimes, but she would NEVER hit anyone!!"

     "Something is wrong…" You were beginning to worry about your fellow robotic rat friends. Maybe Roxy or even another bot got to them… but why would nearly all of them be missing?? At the least there would be total system shutdown pings on the network and a last known location from the downed rats. But the network was still quiet.

     Sun hugged his knees and tapped his pointy shoes on the ground. His sun rays slowly retracted into his head. "What do you think is making Roxy feel sick? That's it, right? She's just not feeling herself! Usually she loves to talk, but she didn't say a thing earlier! If she's sick, that means you or someone else could fix her, right?? You can fix things, you're really good at fixing things!"

     Your reply was hesitant, somewhat quiet. Not in volume of course, but your tail light was a bit dimmer than normal as you blinked out a reply. "I don’t know how to fix Roxy. I do not even know what is wrong with her. Repair rats were not designed to interact with you animatronics, so all I know is what I have learned from observing over the years."

     "Oh." Sun's face plate turned briefly to the door. After a moment, he looked back down at you. "You would help fix her if you could, right?"

     You replied honestly. "Yes. If I knew what to do and was capable of doing it, I would. It’s my job to repair, my nature."

     Sun nodded. "Would you help me figure out how to help Roxy? After we find your friends, of course!" Sun suddenly straightened. "Oh!! Do you think whatever made Roxy sick also made your friends sick??"

     You considered that for a moment. If it was some kind of bug or even a virus making Roxy act the way she had, you supposed anyone connected to the main network could have accidentally been infected. Every bot in the building, even the wet floor sign bots, had to connect to the main network at least every once in a while for system updates. "I think it is possible. If it was a virus, why are you and I not affected? Are the other animatronics affected as well, or just Roxy? More information will likely lead to a solution."

     "Yeah! So how do we learn more?? If the others are acting like Roxy too, it might be dangerous to ask them…"

     "Maybe we can observe from far away. I'm good at that."

     "Good idea! We can play pretend that we're spies on a secret undercover mission!!" Sun swung his arms around, doing a few karate chops.

     "You can pretend if you want. I will just be me."

     "Aww, but it would be fuuuuun!!" Sun slumped over dramatically, spinning his face at you. "You don't like to play, do you?"

     "We do not have time to play." You realized then that you and Sun had been sitting around for five whole minutes, wasting time chatting. You started to scurry along, waving your tail at Sun to follow.

     Sun sprang to his feet and easily kept pace with you. "We can play after the work is all done, right?? Once we find and fix all the friends and everything is okay?"

     "Fine, fine. We can play later if you really want to so badly."

     "YAY!!!" Sun cartwheeled past you, ending with a happy little hop. Well, as ‘little’ as a hop could be when the climax of the jump was more than thrice as tall as you. He crouched back down as you caught up and offered his hands out to you. "We'll have SO much fun, you'll see! We can play all kinds of games, you can even invite all your friends!!"

     You climbed up into Sun's hands and imagined for a moment close to a hundred repair rats all sitting around a table together with Sun. The thought was amusing, even if you couldn't imagine what kind of game Sun would have that would host so many players. You couldn't really imagine any games at all, actually.

     "I have never played a game before," you told Sun.

     Sun stopped dead in his tracks and stared down at you. "Never?? Not ever?! Not even ONE game?!?"

     "No."

     "You- you don't ever have any fun?!"

     "No."

     You'd never been at all adept at understanding the expressions of the animatronics or the humans, and Sun's rigid unanimated face plate didn't emote at all anyways. However, Sun managed to make it transparently clear regardless that he was upset nearly to the point of tears. He was shaking and hunched over, and his rays had retracted all the way into his head, and he was making the most pitiful little sounds.

     Sun straightened suddenly, still managing not to jostle you. "That simply will NOT stand. You can't just work work work all the time and never play! Gosh, how horrible!! I can't believe you've NEVER EVER played before even once!! We should play a game while we look, what do you say??"

     "No time." You weren't sure why this had Sun so worked up. You needed to keep moving, there was work to be done, things to fix.

     "We can play as we walk! Please please please?!"

     Sun sounded like he might collapse in despair if you declined, and you sort of needed him to get around hastily. You begrudgingly agreed.

     "Just ONE game. And we have to keep moving."

     "Okay!!" Sun did another happy little hop and immediately started moving again, long strides carrying the two of you down the curving corridor. "Oh boy, your first game!! Okay okay, so this game is called I-Spy! It's easy, all you have to do is pick something you can see."

     "Okay. I pick that plastic potted plant over there." You wiggled your nose in the direction of a decorative plant to Sun's left.

     Sun giggled and shook his head. "No no, the game is that I have to guess what you've picked, silly! You can't tell me what it is unless I guess right!" Sun elaborated, explaining that the guesser would ask if items in the area, matching a brief description, were the item in question. "You can guess first, okay? Are you ready to give it a try?"

     "Sure." You couldn't see how this 'game' could possibly be considered fun, but if it kept Sun moving, you would indulge him.

     "Okay!! I spy with my little eye… something… red!" Sun declared.

     You gazed around halfheartedly, looking down the corridor for red items. "Is it the red squares on the carpet?"

     "Nope! Good guess, try again!"

     "Is it… that vending machine?" you tried.

     "No, not quite!"

     You looked around again. What else was red around here? Your eyes were very good with color, even in low lighting, so that you could easily tell different wires apart. Finally, you spotted a poster near the end of the hall, depicting a few of the main animatronic characters performing together. The background of the poster was a bright red flowing curtain.

     "Is it that poster at the end of the hall?"

     "Yeah!! You got it! Wow, good job!" Sun cheered.

     "I got it!" You held your head a little higher. You looked back at Sun, who was bouncing with every step as his sun rays swayed back and forth. "…Alright. I guess games are… nice."

     Sun laughed. "They are!! Do you want to keep playing?"

     "Yes."

     You played I-Spy with Sun for a while. It was a very convenient game, since you were already keeping an eye out for your friends anyways. It even had the added bonus of helping you get more accustomed to using your eyes. You were, admittedly, having fun. You were even a little annoyed when you had to stop in order to get into the walls and turn on the lights for the next area. You had no idea that playing games and having fun could be so… so… you couldn't even describe it.

     No wonder Sun had been so insistent on the games this whole time. Playing games was fun. Having fun made you happy. Oh- that's what it was. Happy, you were happy.

     You weren't sure if you'd ever been happy before. Satisfied, maybe. You liked doing a good job and getting your tasks done and fixing things, that all felt good. Like a circuit board with all its neat little pieces lined up just right, everything wired up correctly. Happy was something close, but still almost entirely different. It was more like when a damaged rat finally returned to the nest after a long repair.

     You couldn't complain. Of all the things you'd felt so far, this was considerably more enjoyable than some other things. Like physical damage, or buggy updates, the out of bounds error, or not being able to fix something and being unable to dismiss the task until it was fixed.

     Sun paused, and you brought your full attention back to him. He was staring at a poster advertising the daycare, the hours of operation listed at the bottom.

     "I hope we can get everything sorted soon. I know we've only been gone for an hour and a half, but I miss the daycare. I don't usually like to leave. Everything makes sense, and it feels cozy, I belong there! But this is really important." Sun sighed and slowly carried on.

  ��  You studied Sun for a moment. You felt the same way about being in the walls, and your charging nest. You were designed for the walls, built for that specific environment. Sun was built for the daycare.

     You waved your tail, bringing Sun's attention back to you. "Sun. Thank you for helping me."

     "Of course, tiny friend!" Sun carefully gave you a pat with a thumb.

     You and Sun carried on. You'd turned on half the lights in the whole building at this point, and hadn't found any more answers.

     Your luck finally changed however when you made it to the food court.

     You'd been avoiding the area because the light controls were harder to get to and a bit more complicated. The whole space was quite large, and you'd have to leave Sun for a while in order to get to all the controls. There were three entire floors to activate the lights for, and that meant a lot of climbing for you. Not that you minded, you'd just been hoping you wouldn't have to spend so much time running around fixing lighting controls while your friends were all possibly in danger somewhere.

     After figuring out all the lights for the food court, you quickly made your way back to Sun. You could tell he’d gotten worried by how long you’d been gone, and he was especially relieved to see you again.

     Sun lifted the rolling shutter gate and carried you through into the food court. You were up on the second floor, surrounded by directories and benches and stroller corrals and vending machines. Sun crept up to the railing, whispering about sneaky spies.

     You and Sun peered down into the brightly lit food court together.

     There were several animatronics hanging out on the main floor. You could see Monty and Chica aimlessly ambling around the open crowd space in front of the big stage where they usually put on performances. Freddy was stalking slowly between rows of tables, occasionally bumping into the edge of a chair or table. You could see evidence of the gang’s poor pathfinding everywhere- toppled trashcans and downed fake plants.

     It seemed Roxy was still wandering around somewhere in the halls behind you, since she seemed to be missing. You weren’t sure if you would prefer to have them all in one place or not.

     Sun took a few steps back away from the rail. He crouched down and held you up closer to his face so he could whisper to you. “They all look like how Roxy looked. If everyone is sick, that means it wasn’t just a bug with Roxy…”

     “It has to be some kind of virus. It must be in the main network if they all have it,” you reasoned.

     “Oh dear, oh no.” Sun grabbed one of his rays with his free hand, pulling at it with worry. “This is no good. I’m glad I don’t have it too, I have to help you fix this!”

     You still had no idea how to fix whatever this was. You had the beginnings of an idea, but you weren’t sure how good of a plan it was.

     “I bet I don’t have it yet because I’m not on the network!! I’ve been in safe mode this whole time. I don’t like to connect to the network unless I have to, it’s too noisy!” Sun shook his head.

     “Maybe I should put myself in safe mode too, just in case.” You had no plans to connect to the main network anytime soon, but you figured you should stay on the safe side anyways. You would be disconnected from the sub-network all the rats used to communicate too, but there was no one on that network anyways. You’d been checking every five minutes, to no avail.

     “Good idea. So what do we do?? How can we fix everyone?” Sun asked.

     “I have an idea, but I do not know how well it will work.”

     “I’m sure it’s a great idea!! Besides, I don’t have any ideas at all.”

     You sat back on your hind legs as you explained your idea, folding your two front paws together. Sun patiently and quietly watched your tail light blink out your plan.

     “I do not think it is safe for either of us to contact the others directly. So in order to help them without being near them, my idea is to modify the charging stations around the building to set them to safe mode automatically once they enter for a charge. I can do the same with the charging nests in the walls for the other rats.”

     “Ohhh that’s really smart!! Yeah, that’s a great plan, lets do that!” Sun excitedly shot to his feet. “I know where all the charging stations are! I’ll take you to the nearest one first!”

     Sun was already moving before he’d even finished talking. You arrived in no time at all; the nearest station was just around the corner, by the entrance to the Roxy Raceway attraction.

     “Can you set me on top of the station, please?” you asked.

     Sun happily obliged, stretching his arm up high enough for you to climb atop the cylindrical chamber. You took a moment to marvel at the convenience of having an extremely tall friend- it would have taken you ages to climb up on your own. You dipped your tail back over the edge and flashed a thanks to Sun.

     You heard Sun reply immediately. “You’re welcome, tiny friend!! Good luck!”

     You turned your focus to the task at hand.

     Changing the controls to set a charging animatronic to safe mode turned out to be more involved than you’d hoped. Not impossible, just difficult. There were a lot of safety features in place to keep anyone from tampering with the charging stations.

     Sun shuffled around aimlessly while he waited, doing quiet gymnastics and poking at the surrounding decor.

     You were almost finished, and had paused to glance up as Sun did a particularly impressive backwards flip, when you noticed motion behind Sun, on the stairs leading up from the main floor to the second.

     “SUN.” You waved your tail frantically, getting Sun’s attention. “HIDE.”

     Sun froze for a panicked moment, then quickly swiveled his head around, searching for a hiding spot. He dropped to the floor and quickly wiggled his way under a bench, and not a moment too soon.

     Monty reached the second floor and turned to face you. You quickly scurried back away from the edge of the charging station. You could hear Monty’s heavy steps clomping closer, though you were pretty sure he hadn’t seen you. Monty must be coming to charge.

     Moving quickly, you rushed to finished your work. You could use this as a test of sorts, to be sure putting the animatronics in safe mode worked before you and Sun wasted a lot of time and effort going around the entire building to alter as many charging stations as possible.

     You finished your work in the nick of time. The door of the charging station slid shut, and you could hear the chamber whir to life. The door lock activated, and Monty entered rest mode.

     Sun tentatively poked his head out from under the bench.

     “Safe,” you assured.

     Sun shimmied his way back out from under the bench. “That was a close call!” Sun wiped imaginary sweat from his brow and angled his face plate up towards you. “Did you do it?? Is it all fixed?”

     You bobbed your head in the affirmative. “Yes, it should work. I think we should wait around and see if Monty is better.”

     “Good idea! Then we’ll know if it made him feel better or not!” Sun reached up and offered you a hand. You hopped down into his hand.

     Sun cupped you close to his chest and eyed the charging station. “It usually only takes me five to ten minutes to complete a charge. Do you think the glamrocks charge just as fast? Or maybe even faster??”

     “I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I suppose we’ll find out.”

     You and Sun waited patiently for the first minute, then impatiently for the next four.

     "…He's still not done charging." Sun heaved a sigh and sat down heavily on the bench, hands still carefully cupped around you. He threw his face plate back dramatically and kicked his feet out.

     "I bet it's ten minutes. Shouldn't be too much longer now, hopefully." You padded around impatiently in Sun's hands.

     "We haven't seen any of your friends around. Where do you think they could be?" Sun wondered.

     "I don't know… I'm worried." You half expected to see someone every time you went back into the walls to fix the lights, but the walls were strangely empty. Even if they had been infected by this virus that seemed to have infected most of the animatronics, surely they'd still at least be wandering around…?

     "Aw, I'm sure we'll find them! Maybe they're all hanging out together somewhere? Maybe there was a really really big repair that needed doing somewhere and we just haven't found it yet!"

     "Yeah, maybe." You pat a paw against Sun's palm appreciatively. "Thanks, Sun. And thank you again for helping me."

     "Of course!! And thank YOU for helping ME with my friends too!" Sun nodded towards the charging station.

     As if on cue, the charging station door suddenly hissed open, causing both you and Sun to start. Sun leapt to his feet as Monty stumbled out of the station.

     "Monty!! Montgomery Gator, hi hi! How are you feeling?!" Sun asked.

     Monty's attention snapped to Sun. His head twitched to the side, and he crouched slightly.

     You got a very bad feeling just then, like an unexpected shock, too much electricity overloading your circuits.

     "Sun-" you started to warn.

     Monty sprang forwards, lunging at Sun with clawed hands outstretched.

     Sun cried out and quickly spun around, hunching over you as his hands closed in tight around you. You felt a violent shudder and a horrible high pitched metallic scraping sound that sent an uncomfortable amount of grating feedback piercing through your audio processors.

     "Ouchie," Sun whined.

     Sun was moving, and you could barely see through the cracks between his fingers. He was running for the nearest door- luckily, you'd already been through the hallway beyond with Sun earlier and the lights were already on- and you could hear Monty in hot pursuit.

     You could finally see again as Sun adjusted his hands, cradling you to his chest with one while the other hit the door controls. You were already moving after a brief moment of reorienting yourself. Monty and Sun went back and forth with the door controls as you darted into the walls.

     You were moving as fast as your little legs would carry you. You knew Sun had to be damaged, but you hadn't been able to get a good look at him. You did your best to focus on the most pressing problem; getting this door shut so Monty couldn't hurt Sun again.

     You could barely wait the milliseconds required between signals. You cut the wire and deftly reconnected it. All was still and far too quiet.

     When you finally made it back out of the walls, Sun was sitting on the ground, his face plate turned all the way around so he could see the damage on the back of his casing. The door was closed, and you could hear Monty stomping around on the other side.

     "Hi tiny friend," Sun said quietly, his face plate swiveling back around to look at you. "So ummm. There's good news and there's bad news."

     You were already scurrying around Sun to look at the damage for yourself. Sun's face turned to follow you.

     "The good news is that parts and service is really close by!" Sun said as you sat there and stared. "The bad news is that I need to get there pretty much as fast as physically possible."

     There were three gashes in the metal near Sun's shoulder, right above and leading into where his casing had been entirely torn away. There were a lot of exposed and severed wires, as well as at least one support beam spanning the vertical length of his endoskeleton's spine that looked a breath away from snapping.

     You finally snapped out of it and started quickly flashing your tail at Sun. "Do not turn to either side. Do not lift your left arm. Stand slowly and move quickly." You climbed up Sun's leg and scaled his scarf in order to get up onto his shoulder, so he wouldn't have to reach out and lift you.

     Sun did as ordered, moving very carefully. You heard some concerning groaning, but nothing snapped. Sun made his way down the hall towards a 'Staff Only' door leading down into the access tunnels.

     "Wowie, that sure is a lot of warning pings and damage errors!" Sun laughed nervously. His voice was strained and much higher pitched than usual.

     "Keep moving. You'll be okay. I'll fix you."

     Sun nodded. "My tiny friend is very good at fixing things."

     "Right." You kept checking and double checking your internal clock. Time seemed to be moving a little too slowly as Sun made his way slowly but surely to parts and service.

[fictionaladoptionpolls]

I've gone through all the submissions!

Submissions: 105 (a few of which submitted multiple characters)

Re-submissions to add more detail: 2

Characters submitted: 92

Characters nobody submitted who are being included because I think they should be included (mostly because I would have submitted them if someone else was running the bracket): ...um...18

Most-submitted character: Eri, My Hero Academia (4)

Most-submitted character I had not previously heard of: Naru Kotoishi, Barakamon

Franchise with the most entries: Pretty Cure (9)

Individual anime with the most entries: The Case Study of Vanitas (4)

Characters named "Maria": 2

Dragons: 4.5 (not all from Fire Emblem)

Still a lot of stuff to do before I start posting polls, not the least of which being how to efficiently run a double-elimination bracket with 110 members. (I guess I could track down 18 anime kids to make it an even power of 2, but then I'd be running a poll that's ~¼ characters chosen entirely by me, which feels kinda ridiculous.) But I figured I should let people know how things are going.

Full list of characters in the bracket below the cut.

The following list is in alphabetical order. For characters with both personal and family names, I alphabetized by family names. (Except when I mistook which name was which, because the internet cannot decide whether to use Japanese name order or European name order, which isn't a problem except when it makes people like me worry about whether they're naming characters wrong.)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Mamoru Amami (GaoGaiGar)

Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Astro Boy (Astro Boy)

Rei Ayanami (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Toph Beifong (ATLA)

Biyoo (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Maria Campbell (My Next Life as a Villainess)

Alice Carroll (ARIA)

Chito (Girls Last Tour)

Cola (Scissor Seven)

Cosette (Les Misérables: Shōjo Cosette)

Damian Desmond (Spy×Family)

Denji Chainsawman (Chainsaw Man)

Diona (Genshin Impact)

Elda (Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure) (not Edomae Elf)

Alphonse Elric (Full Metal Alchemist)

Eri (My Hero Academia)

Emma (The Promised Neverland)

Fae (Fire Emblem: The Binding Blade)

Filo (Rising of the Shield Hero)

Anya Forger (Spy×Family)

Lee Gilyoung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Gon (Hunter×Hunter)

Akechi Goro (Persona 5)

Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock!)

Hime Gotoh (no relation) (Kakushigoto)

Astolfo Granatum (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Hau (Pokemon Sun & Moon)

Arisugawa Himari/Cure Custard (KiraKira★Pretty Cure à la Mode)

Shirayuki Hime/Cure Princess (HappinessCharge Pretty Cure!)

Koichi Hirose (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Forever)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom)

Lily Hoshikawa (Zombieland Saga)

Hop (Pokemon Sword & Shield)

Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Miyuki Hoshizora/Cure Happy (Smile Pretty Cure!)

Saki Hyuuga/Cure Bloom (Futari wa Pretty Cure Splash★Star)

Ib (Ib)

Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Ines (Mad Father)

Yamabuki Inori/Cure Pine (Fresh Pretty Cure!)

Tsumugi Inuzuka (Sweetness and Lightning)

Ira (DokiDoki! Pretty Cure)

Kyouya Izumi (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Jean (Fire Emblem Engage)

Julio/Rio Kuroki/Pikario (KiraKira★Pretty Cure à la Mode)

Nadeshiko Kagamihara (Yuru Camp)

Shigeo Kageyama/Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

Mokuba Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Kanna (Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid)

Sophia Keren (So I’m A Spider, So What?)

Rayfa Padma Khura'in (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice)

Sakura Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Komekko (Konosuba)

Naru Kotoishi (Barakamon)

Kabane Kusaka (Kemono Jihen)

Kevin E. Levin (Ben 10) (very specifically NOT the 2016 reboot)

Yotsuba Koiwai (Yotsuba&!)

Kirby (Kirby)

Kukrushka (Gnosia)

Lillie (Pokemon Sword & Shield)

Link (Wind Waker)

Lucas (Mother 3)

March (To Your Eternity)

Megumin (Konosuba)

Memempu (Sakugan)

Retasu Midorikawa/Mew Lettuce (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Mikhail (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Asa Mitaka (Chainsaw Man)

Mashiro Mitsumine (Engaged to the Unidentified)

Renge Miyauchi (Non Non Biyori)

Myrrh (Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones)

Nah (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Naruto (Naruto: Naruto)

Nowi (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Yugo Ohda (Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens)

Last Order (A Certain Magical Index)

Luca Oriflamme (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Platelets (Cells At Work!)

Riko (Made in Abyss)

Miharu Rokujo (Nabari no Ou)

Roy (Pokemon Horizons)

Ryuu (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Sabi (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

Louis de Sade (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Ericht Samaya (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)

Sagara Seiji (HappinessCharge Pretty Cure!)

Simon (Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann)

Somali (Somali and the Forest Spirit)

Asuka Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Suika (Dr. Stone)

Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Hanazawa Teruki (Mob Psycho 100)

"That kid" (Erased)

Minamoto Tiara (Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun)

Yuuta Tomonaga (Brave Police J-Decker)

Nina Tucker (Full Metal Alchemist)

Maria Ushiromiya (Umineko: When They Cry)

Miri Unasaka (Buddy Daddies)

Yoite (Nabari no Ou)

Shin Yoosung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Ayumi Yoshida (Detective Conan)

Yukine (Noragami)

Yun (Yona of the Dawn)

Yunyun (Konosuba)

Yuuri (Girls Last Tour)

Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter×Hunter)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter×Hunter)

Please let me know if you notice some kind of mistake in this list. Like a name I spelled wrong or an alias I associated with the wrong character or if one of the characters I didn't recognize is a dragon or something.

[tranquilspot]

John: Go downstairs.

[TT's pesterlog is in 15 pages, so the wait won't be long]

The accursed odor of fresh baking wafts into your newfound nostrils.

Too bad John doesn't like pastries. I had a chocolate éclair yesterday and cream puff, delicious~

Something is brewing in the KITCHEN. It must be the connivings of your arch nemesis, BETTY CROCKER, and the rich, buttery aroma of her plot stinks to high heaven.

Name drop. Also 'connivings', my vocabulary is getting richer and richer! Last time was 'girth'. Ah ha! You thought I forgot? Well, you thought wrong. To be honest it wasn't that long ago haha. Gonna make a list of all those words. What about it, I make a list and at the end of either x pages or act, I quiz everyone, including myself! Some interaction in this reread, nice. 'plot stinks to high heaven' considering that angels and demons are the same thing in this universe, and that the cherubs winged demons, does the smell reach LE as well? x)

This mission is going to be more difficult than you imagined.

Oooh to be a 13 years old kid on an dangerous adventure, trying to avoid their parent at the same time.

John: Admire harlequins.

You check out the shelves of FANCIFUL HARLEQUINS.

:D

Look at this fucking garbage. You hate this stuff. Funny is funny, but your DAD sure can be a real cornball.

I mean, I can't relate. The only thing my dad have in great amount are novels and GEO magazines. Some many GEO magazines.. Not gonna lie guys, but GEO.. they got some really good landscapes, the photos in it are breathtaking~

Sometimes at night you pray for burglars.

You are an awful scallywag but I can't help chuckling every time this sentence comes up.

John: Examine fireplace.

A bright orange flame flickers in the FIREPLACE. It doesn't matter that it's April and not terribly chilly outside. In a home, a FIREPLACE needs a fire, because that's what FIREPLACE is for. […]

UMMM buddy, no. It was 32°C (89,6°F) outside out house yesterday and you wouldn't see us starting a fire in the chimney, so yes it does matter. For future readers, this post is written in June 2023. I fucking hate global warming and stupid politicians.

A fire BELONGS in a FIREPLACE, dammit, cata(ptcha)gorically, at all times, without exception.

I wonder if the pun is here just to be funny, or if there's a deeper significance. Oh can you catchalogue fire?? Can you directly catchalogue a gas? Throughout the whole webcomic only inanimate or solid living beings, OH OH and ectoplasma! So we can kinda conclude that the matter has to be a minimum solid to being catchaloguable. Of course, if you put a liquid/gas in a container I'm pretty it would work. 'A fire belongs in a fireplace' that would make sense if not for john insistance of it being ALWAYS there. Another example of John's obsession with normalcy.

As domestic myth of unaccountable origin holds, a home borrows the spirit of the flame for as long as it makes a guest of it, much as the moon takes liberty with the sun's rays.

That's, pretty actually. A rare poetic moment from Hussie. So if the analogy is to be trusted, the house borrow the warmth of the fire and its soul in exchange of a place for the fire to stay. A fair agreement I'd say. We were so grounded with normality and technology so far, now we're introducing mythical/mystical elements to the story.

"The moon's an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun." -Mark Twain You are almost certain Mark Twain said that.

Alright readers, let's play "who actually said that".

It'sssssssssss William Shakespeare! From Timon of Athens. —>

[genericpuff]

no you don't understand, i've seen all of these cards EXCEPT for The Tower and i had been HOPING she had drawn The Tower because it's one of my controversial favorite tarot cards

and i'm absolutely thrilled by how eerie it looks, this is exactly what i was hoping for-

I'm gonna get a little sentimental and preachy here, and this might be a lot to take in if you're not into tarot, but bear with me-

For anyone who doesn't know the significance of The Tower, it symbolizes a destruction of foundations, upheaval and chaos. Many people fear and loathe drawing The Tower, because it can often be seen as either a cruel wake-up call of one's current situation, or a warning of an upheaval to come, depending on the context you're reading it in. Next to the Three of Swords and the Ten of Swords, it's one of the most negatively-associated cards due to all the pain and fear and uncertainty that it signifies.

But what a lot of people don't realize or appreciate about The Tower is that the major arcana that follows it in the sequence is The Star, The Moon, and The Sun.

The Star is a card that signifies hope and finding purpose. Like the stars we see in the sky, they may be small and far away, but they are still significant.

The Moon is a card that brings uncertainty and fear, but in following The Star, it promises that you can release that fear and pierce through the darkness with the light of your own hope.

And The Sun is a card of joy. Warmth. Fun and success.

The purpose of the major arcana is to signify your life in cycles, to transition from one period to the next. This is why the card sequence begins with The Fool - a card of curiosity and discovery and new beginnings - and ends with The World, a card of resolution, accomplishment, and the wisdom that comes with experience of a life lived.

And these four cards from The Tower to The Sun being grouped together one after another is not an accident, it's by design. It's to remind you that when your foundations have been laid bare, when everything seems to be at its worst, we can still find hope and faith in the smallest of things, even if it's just promising ourselves to see the sun rise tomorrow.

Speaking with all the self-aware bias of a tarot reader myself, I think Rachel's version of The Tower appearing now should be taken as a sign in and of itself towards where we are and what we should be carrying forward into the future. Not just in relation to Rachel herself and her work and the impact it's made on us, for better and for worse, or for Rachel herself and what she's surely going through as she transitions from one chapter of her life to another, but the world around us and what we're all currently going through as individuals and as a society.

The Star, The Moon, and The Sun will always be preceded by The Tower. To live in a world without sadness and despair would be to live in a world without hope and happiness. The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

Tarot Cards by Rachel Smythe (2017) (Found on the Wayback Machine and Tumblr)

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[heich0e]

bittersweet - vash the stampede/f!reader (trigun stampede): 7k, listen there's only been 2 eps and i don't know the lore so i am loudy and emphatically declaring creative license, in my mind this is set before the start of stampede but not by much, heavy on the wild wild west core here, light angst, smut, fingering, needy vanilla sex, domesticity, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, boot-throwing related violence. 18+ NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

The desert smells bitter.

You wouldn’t think that sand would smell like much at all, but the fragrance that hangs perpetually in the air is heavy, singed, and acrid with the heady scent of life and its misery. Waste and runoff make their unpleasantness acutely known on the hottest days, and the fumes from old machinery that’s barely functioning thanks to age and disrepair—that no one can afford to fix, so they have to hold out hope it keeps running—clogs up the already noxious atmosphere as it rattles on throughout the day. 

Mama used to tell you that outside of Jeneora Rock, the world smelled different. There’s somewhere else past the walls that mark the edge of the only town you’ve ever known, even past the wastelands—a place where almost no one ever goes, but that your Mama saw once. Or at least she said she did.

She told you it smelled clean. Sweet. Untouched by anything but the sun’s heat and the five moons’ glow. 

Mama’s gone, has been for a long time now, and even though she never had much to give to you in the first place, that story is the most precious thing she left behind. You think about it almost as often as you think about her. 

The end of another long day is marked by a familiar heaviness to your bones. Between the suffocating heat that makes you groggy and a hard day's work, there’s a palpable weight that bears down on you as you climb the never-ending metal stairs to your front door—your feet drag a bit more with every step.

The lock to your home is getting hard to turn. You’ve noticed it a few times now: a resistance as you slip your key into the keyhole, a pressure as you urge the mechanism to turn and let you in. There may be sand built up in there to clean out, or maybe it needs some oil.

But oil costs money, of which you don’t have much, so you really hope that it’s the former rather than the latter. 

You examine the keyhole once you manage to force the lock open, dropping to your knees outside your door to peek into the narrow opening on the tarnished face of the lock. It doesn’t do you much good because the sun’s already dropped dark, and even if the light of day still hung overhead you doubt it would be enough to make the issue any clearer. You drag your thumb idly along a little scratch beside the keyhole that's probably been there for years; the metal is still warm to the touch from the heat of the day that still hasn’t quite broken, the surface a little rougher where the score is chipped in.

You sigh, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your skirt, and turn the knob into your home. 

It’s dark when you get inside, but something feels wrong.

You shut the door behind you as you enter, pressing your back flat against it as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark. Your home, like every other one in town, isn’t really much to look at even in the plain light of day. You’re luckier than lots of people though, you’ve got a couple rooms all to yourself where some families have no choice but to cram many people into just one. Papa left you this house, cause now he’s gone too just like Mama, but not much has changed since the day he left it to you—except now there’s less empty bottles rolling around underfoot, and you get to call the little bedroom off the main room yours.

It takes a second for your eyes to get used to the dimness with the door shut tight behind you, so you blink hard to make it happen faster. You see the rickety little table against the wall near the door, and the chair on the other side of the room where you sometimes sit by the window to mend your skirts when they wear and tear—but only when you get home early enough to catch the last few moments of sun, cause Mama always used to warn you about sewing by lamplight. The shutters on the window are closed and locked now, but there’s no light outside them to let in anyway. 

Something shuffles in the dark.

Papa left you a gun, too. Even taught you how to shoot it. Mama hated that. She hated how good you were at it even more. She used to say that shooting was gonna be your husband’s job someday, and that even in a world this wicked Papa was teaching you things you didn’t need to know.

But now Mama’s gone. And Papa’s gone. And the world is still wicked. And you’ve got no husband, but you have a gun you know how to shoot.

You keep it and a little stash of 7 bullets underneath your bed where you can get to it quick, but it’s on the other side of the house, and even though that’s not very far away you don’t know what’s waiting for you between the door and your bed. You don’t know if it’s faster than you are, either, so running for it would be a fool’s errand. 

Inside your chest, your heart starts pumping a little harder, ‘til you can feel the wet thump, thump, thump right in the back of your mouth.

You know you need light. You need to be able to see. You can’t make any decisions until you know what’s between you and your Papa's gun tucked up safe underneath your bed.

Slowly your eyes flicker over to the lamp on your table, just within reach. 

You suck a little gasp into your lungs to steel your nerve. The air is less sour in here—more familiar, a little more comforting—but the acrid scent of the desert still lingers on the edge of each breath. Slowly you reach towards the lamp and flick it on.

“PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!”

The frantic plea frightens you so terribly that it sends you tumbling to the hard floor, landing flat on your ass with your back thumping painfully into the wall beside your door. In front of you is a face that has no right being as familiar as it is; eyes wide in panic beneath a round pair of glasses, blonde hair tousled in disarray, two hands (one flesh and one crafted) lifted in innocence. 

Your heart is beating even faster now under the tight pull of your laced waistcoat. 

“Are you an idiot?” you hiss, instinctively tugging your boot off your foot and lobbing it forcefully at the unexpected intruder. “You scared the daylights outta me!”

The man sidesteps the projectile easily, and it clatters to the floor. The expression on his face morphs from one of panic to something a little more chagrined.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, drawing out the word. His tone sheepish, and his lips pull into an apologetic little smile.

You place a trembling hand on your chest, pressing down on the spot where you feel your heart thumping the hardest and willing it to slow. You stare at your scuffed floorboards and take a few breaths to ease the frenetic beat of your pulse, and feel yourself begin to wilt as the adrenaline in your veins starts to fade. 

“How’d you get in here, Vash the Stampede?” you ask, looking up again at the man in front of you from your place on the ground.

“I knocked first,” he says with a grimace, “but you weren’t home and I…”

“Broke in because you’ve got someone looking for you?” you finish his explanation for him, your tone flat and entirely unsurprised.

He sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly as his head hangs forward. 

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

He lifts his chin only enough to guiltily meet your gaze.

“It’s just for one night,” he murmurs the plea, his bottom lip weighed down by a pout.

You shut your eyes tight, hands balling into fists over your skirt to hide the way they tremble.

“Fine.”

Vash falls to his knees in front of you, hands pressed to the floor as he gets right up in your face with a wide, cheerful grin. He’s almost nose to nose with you, the light of the lamp glinting in his glasses.

“Thanks so much! I promise I’ll be outta here before you know it!”

He doesn’t need to tell you that, because the pang in your empty stomach tells you that, even unspoken, you already knew it to be true. 

Vash is travelling light again, just like the last time you saw him. He’s only got one bag that he begins to unpack onto the rickety table in your kitchen, leaving you to quietly go about your own business like you would if you hadn’t found him in your home that night. On the other side of the kitchen you unpack the meagre amount of food you’d managed to buy for yourself that day from little satchel you carried it home in. It’s barely enough food for one, and now you’ll have to stretch it between two. 

“Where’s your father?” Vash asks as he fiddles with his gun at the table behind you. “I thought it was him coming through the door, and I thought for sure he was gonna blow my—“

“He’s dead.”

The silence that follows is heavy. Uncomfortable, even. Vash’s hands still even as yours keep quietly peeling the sad, withered skin from the vegetable in your hand with the blade of a half-dulled knife. 

“I’m sorry,” his next words are quiet. “Your father was a nice man.”

“My father was a drunk who got himself shot in a bar fight with a merchant who came to town and was talking big. He just worshipped you because you saved the plant.”

That same uncomfortable silence creeps in again in the wake of your words, but after a few moments you hear Vash pick up his tools and start tinkering away at whatever he’s working on once more. 

“Is the plant still running?” Vash is the first to speak again, though a fair amount of time passes before he risks another attempt at conversation.

“More or less,” you remark, setting a little pot on the stove to boil with whatever ingredients you’d been able to scrounge together into a meal. You watch the flame of the element burst to life as you flick the switch, a little hiss as the fire licks at the edges of your only copper pot. “Some days it’s more reliable than others. But whatever you did seems to be holding up all right.”

“Good!” Vash says behind you. “That’s good.”

You turn to face him, the unevenly mended hem of your skirt swishing around your ankles. You lean against the little countertop behind you, with your arms crossed behind your back.

“I’ll pop by the plant before I leave town—” 

You watch as Vash’s fingers nimbly fiddle with his gun, broken down into its component parts to be cleaned and maintained. You’re sure it doesn’t need it—are certain he’s fired less shots from that gun in the two years since you’ve seen him than you’ve heard in town this week alone—but it’s kind of nice to watch him work, to appreciate how certain and precise his every move is, and to see how concentrated he is while he goes about it. 

“—just to make sure everything’s still in good shape.”

He looks up at you, like for the first time he feels your gaze as it traces the lines of his profile. He smiles again, that same wide, willful expression of cheer that he always endeavours to wear even though he might be the person least entitled to it.

You hum. “I’m sure everyone would appreciate that. You should stop by to see Rosa too, she’ll box my ear if she finds out you blew though town and didn’t go see her.”

The two of you eat across the table from one another in silence. Just the scrape of cutlery and the occasional loud swallow passing between the two of you. Vash seems hungry, but appears to be trying his best to be at least a little restrained as he eats with you. Even though you’d given him the larger of the two portions, he’s still finished his plate before you’ve finished yours, but he sits patiently across from you waiting for you to swallow your final bite.

“I’ll take these,” he jumps to his feet before you have the chance to even push your chair back from the table, snatching both of your dishes up into his hands. “I’ll clean up, since you’re letting me stay.”

You don’t deny him, and instead slump back into your seat, dragging your wrist along your forehead. Your skin feels grimy from the hot day and the filth outside. Normally you would have bathed before you cooked, but you hadn’t eaten a proper meal all day—and Vash looked like it may have been even longer than that. 

“I’m gonna wash,” you say, standing from your seat. You pause, your fingertips tracing against the rough, rutted surface of the tabletop. You know you don’t have enough water for two baths in your tank. You used to bathe with your mother when you were little, then once you were older and Mama was gone, you got the bathwater first and Papa would get in after you were done. It’s never been an issue until now. “Er—Vash?” 

At the sink where your uninvited house guest is scrubbing at the dishes in the washbasin that you’d filled ahead of time, Vash pauses, glancing at you over his shoulder. He’s taken off his familiar red coat, left hanging off the chair he’d been seated in at the table, and the black turtleneck he wears beneath it stretches taut over the musculature of his back as it faces you.

“The bath… there’s only enough water to fill it once. I don’t…Do you want…?” you aren’t sure what you’re even trying to ask him, but whatever is coming out of your mouth is even less clear than the thoughts running through your head.

“I’ll bathe second, don’t worry about me.” 

Vash’s smile is gentle and obliging, his eyes crinkling at the corners as they narrow into little crescents. You nod stiffly, feeling heat flush through you at the softness in his expression, and shuffle off towards the other side of your home while avoiding his gaze.

The walls of your home are paper thin, and you’re certain that Vash can hear the splash of water in the tub as clearly as you can hear the scratchy, garbled sound of his radio from the other room. Once your skin’s been scrubbed clean of the day, you sit in the water with your knees pulled to your chest and your chin tucked between them. You strain to try to make out what’s being broadcast, but it’s difficult to hear since the reception in town is always so piss poor, and whatever coherent bits of news you manage to catch are just as abysmal as always.

It’s strange, hearing someone else in the house. It’s something you didn’t realize had become so foreign to you in the time you’ve learned to live alone. The idle puttering in the other room is a sound you didn’t realize you had missed. You lean back and dunk yourself into the water, where everything goes quiet. 

The bathwater never gets very hot to begin with—tepid at the best of times, which seems unfair given the climate—but you know it’s not fair to waste time in the tub when someone else is waiting for it. You pull yourself up out of the metal basin, careful not to disturb the stopper in the bottom of the tub, and dry as much water from your skin as you can. Once you’ve deemed yourself sufficiently towelled, you pull on your nightdress and a threadbare housecoat overtop.

Vash looks up from the chair in the corner by the window when you emerge from the bathroom, and he meets your eyes so unwaveringly it feels decidedly like he’s trying hard not to let his gaze wander elsewhere. You fidget under his stare, fiddling with the fraying ends of the towel around your neck that’s catching the droplets that fall from your hair. He must realize that he’s unnerving you, because he averts his eyes to a point on the wall over your shoulder after a moment. 

“My turn?” he asks, his tone chipper but polite.

“All yours,” you nod, stepping into your bedroom and leaving him to his business.

There’s an old trunk at the bottom of your bed where you keep some of the things your father left that you haven’t yet been able to sell or make use of. You find an old shirt of his near the very bottom, soft and worn-thin from years of washing. It’s something you could have easily sold or traded by now, but that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to part with—though you’re certain the day will inevitably come when sentimentality can no longer outweigh your basic needs.

You stand outside the bathroom door for a moment, your father’s shirt clutched tightly in your hands. You can hear the splash of bathwater you’re sure has gone cold from where you stand, only a few feet and a thin door between you.

You muster your nerve and tap your knuckles lightly against the door.

“I have a shirt if you need something to—“

The door opens, and you find yourself unexpectedly facing the bare chest of your one-night housemate, still damp and glistening from the bath, lined with silvery scars that the low light catches on.

You toss the shirt at him unceremoniously and turn quickly away, and Vash himself makes a little sound of surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be—“

“It’s fine,” you answer before he can even finish his apology, still refusing to meet his gaze. You gesture vaguely over your shoulder without turning. “Just take that.”

The bathroom door clicks closed again, and you clutch the belt of your housecoat over your diaphragm. 

You need a drink. 

You cross your home to the cabinet in your kitchen, reaching to the back of the nearly-bare shelf and pulling out a dusty old bottle that’s been there since your father died. It wouldn’t have lasted a day if he were still living, and you’ve made it years without ever so much as cracking it open. 

Today however, you feel it’s well-deserved. 

The dust caked on the bottle smears against your palm as you open it, and you wipe the grime furiously against the material of your housecoat as you pour a long glug of the amber liquor into a waiting glass. It’s vile, lukewarm from the constant heat of your home, and burns every inch of the way down—but as you set the empty glass back onto the counter, you still find yourself grateful for it. 

You pour another drink. 

“Take it easy,” you hear a voice say behind you, accompanied by a breathy little laugh.

You turn and see Vash hovering not far from you, his black turtleneck folded over one arm and your father’s shirt over his no-longer-bare chest. His hair is wet, a towel draped around his shoulders just like yours, and he’s taken off his usual eyewear. The mole underneath his eye seems more prominent now that he’s scrubbed himself clean.

Your empty glass dangles from the tips of your fingers, the acerbic taste of the liquor lingering on your tongue. You hold it out to him in offering, and he scrunches up his nose a little bit. 

“I really shouldn’t—“

“It’s rude to turn down a drink your host is offering you, y’know.”

Things like rudeness don’t mean anything to anyone these days, least of all yourself. Decency is a luxury few people can afford. 

Vash sighs, still smiling, and takes the glass from you. Your fingers brush as it passes from your hand to his, and then you take the bottle and pour another healthy splash into the waiting cup. He brings it to his lips, wincing against the fumes alone that waft up from the glass. 

“It’s better if you don’t sip it,” you offer him, though even then you know the guidance doesn’t help much.

He tips it back and drains it.

Two drinks were enough to have you feeling woozy, but you pour yourself a third for good measure. You spare Vash the pain of another, much to his apparent relief, and let him off with just the one before tucking the half-drained bottle back into the cupboard you’d dug it out of. 

When you turn around again, Vash is crouched down, examining something on the ground. 

Your boot. The one you’d thrown at him earlier. 

He peers up at you from the floor, he lifts the shoe slightly. 

“It broke again.”

A memory floods back to you then, unbidden. 

Sitting side by side with Vash on the edge of the steps outside the same house you live in now, but when the way you lived was different. The plant had just been repaired, and there was a palpable feeling of effervescent joy sizzling through the town around you. An uncharacteristic camaraderie amongst the people of Jeneora Rock as the celebration of Vash’s handiwork spreading through the narrow, grimy streets. The two of you were away from it all, sitting quietly together in a strange sort of celebration of your own.

You were less a woman than you were a girl back then, but still somehow neither. He’d patched the sole of your boot back on when it had ripped loose. And you’d laughed when he handed it back to you with an endearingly clumsy flourish, the sound as high and bright as the sun that hung in the sky overhead. You still remember the way your laughter had made his smile grow.

The patch job had lasted a year. You’d sobbed the day it came loose again, just shortly after the death of your father. You’d been using twine tied tightly around the toe of the boot to hold it together ever since.

Vash blinks up at you from the ground as you stare down at him with what you’re sure is a vacant look in your eyes. 

“I brought you something,” he says, hopping up and skittering over to his rucksack with your boot still in his hand. He rifles around in the bag for a moment, his mechanical arm shoulder deep as he roots for what he’s looking for. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins when he locates it—a wide, brilliant smile splitting across his face as he pulls his arm out. 

He holds his find up in triumph. 

You look at it with narrowed eyes.

“What… is it?” you ask, after a moment of trying to identify the small, relatively unremarkable little container in his hand.

“Boot glue!” he says excitedly, waving it in front of your face. “I thought of you when I saw it! The merchant wanted an arm and a leg for it but I managed to—”

Tears have sprung up in your eyes against your will, and you quickly turn away from him to hide them from his sight. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Vash’s voice is softer now, less enthusiastic and more concerned. 

That softness is what upsets you more than anything. Tenderness is a foreign thing in the desolation of the wastelands.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, scrubbing your hand over your stinging eyes. 

For thinking of me.

For knowing that you’d come back.

You leave that part off, but you feel it just as much as what you say.

You drain that third glass that’s been sitting on the counter waiting for you, hoping the burn of the liquor as it sloshes down your throat to your stomach will give you something else to focus on. Or, if nothing else, that it might numb the sudden pain that’s laid roots down in your core.

Vash sits at the table as he patches up your boot under the lamplight, much like he had the first time. You watch him from the chair in the corner, under the shuttered window, with your knees drawn up into your seat with you. You’re more shameless now than you had been while he cleaned his gun, observing him keenly as he scrubs your boot with a rag and leftover water from the dish pan. He makes sure no more grime clings to it before he carefully smears a thick layer of the glue along the sole, pressing down firmly to make sure the adhesion takes. He holds the boot up in front of him when he’s done, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, eyeing it from every angle to survey his own work.

You watch him just as raptly. 

He turns in his seat once he’s satisfied, holding the boot up. 

“All done!” he says, hopping up to his feet and shuffling towards you. He crouches down in front of you and holds out his hand expectantly. Slowly, you stick your foot out, and he cradles it gently in his roughened palm.

Carefully he slips the boot onto your foot, tightening the laces once it’s fully in place. 

“How’s it feel?” he asks you, peeking up at you from his place on the floor. 

“Feels good,” you reply, with an equally breathy tone. 

The lamplight doesn’t reach this corner of the room quite as brightly as it does at the table, but you can still make out a blush that sits high and pretty at the top of Vash’s cheeks. You wonder if he’s starting to feel the flush thanks to the liquor, or if maybe it’s something else entirely. 

“G-good!” he stammers a little, fiddling with the laces at your ankle. “I’m glad!”

“That glue must have been expensive,” you say. “Thank you, Vash.”

He shoots you a smile as he loops his fingers through the laces. “It's the least I could do, especially with you putting me up for the night.”

For the night. 

Just for the night. 

The reminder makes you ache a little.

Vash helps you slip your boot off again, carrying it over to the door and setting it down beside its mate.

“I’ll leave this here for you, in case you need it again,” he says, screwing the top back onto the little pot of adhesive at the table. “There’s not much left, but there’s some.”

You nod from your seat in the corner, one leg up and one leg still down—your nightdress drawn up to your knee from when he’d helped you into your boot. 

Vash ruffles the hair at the nape of his neck, dry now after his bath. Yours remains a little damp, but you’re sure it won’t last long as the residual heat from the day still hangs in the air even though the sun has long set. 

“It’s late,” he finally says after a moment. “You should sleep.”

You hum in agreement, moving to stand from your chair. The room spins slightly around you, those three glasses you’d knocked back sneaking up on you while you’d been sitting down. Your foot hooks in the hem of your nightdress because of the way you’d been sitting, but before you can stumble theres a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. A warmth pressing into you as your face meets a heaving chest.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Vash murmurs, his grip on you tightening for the briefest moment. 

Your hands clutch at his shirt, and you don’t meet his eyes as you nod, letting him lead you towards your bedroom. 

Your hands fumble at the belt of your nightdress, pulling it off and tossing the garment across the end of your bed as Vash helps you onto the mattress. You tuck your feet under the thin sheet before leaning back against your pillows, and Vash is quick to turn and head towards the door after helping you pull it up to your waist.

“Wait,” you call to him before he can retreat. He pauses in the doorway, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Where are you going to sleep?”

You hadn’t thought much about this, and you ought to have considered it earlier. You only have the one bed, but you have two pillows you can share and a spare blanket in the trunk at the end of it that you could offer him if he wants to sleep on the floor. 

But you don’t want to tell him that.

“I’ll just take the chair,” he says with a blithe smile, jutting his thumb towards the armchair in the other room. 

It won’t be comfortable. You know that from experience, having fallen asleep there a few times yourself after a particularly gruelling day. The stuffing is lumpy and the springs are painful if you press against them the wrong way. You know he won’t complain about it. You even know that it’s probably still more comfortable than lots of other places he’s rested his head over the past two years. 

But you want to be selfish.

For once you don’t want to be alone. 

“Vash,” you say quietly, and you watch his entire body go rigid at the sudden bare vulnerability of your tone. “Please stay with me.”

You’d asked him the same thing once before, but different. The words once murmured desperately against his lips as you clung to his red jacket. Staring at him with eyes full of hope and a freshly patched boot on your foot. 

He’d looked at you the same way back then too. That smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. As gentle of a no that he could ever offer you.

“I know you have to leave,” you murmur, eyes downcast to your hands as they rest atop your lap. “I don’t expect anything like that from you. I know it’s just for tonight.”

“Please don’t cry.”

The bed dips beside you, and Vash tilts your face up towards him. He looks troubled when you meet his gaze, even in the dim light of your bedroom you can make out the conflict on his features. It’s strange to see him not smiling, wrong almost.

But your eyes are dry.

“Stay,” you repeat yourself, meeting his gaze resolutely. You swallow hard over the lump in your throat, bracing yourself for the impending sear of rejection. 

Vash cups your cheeks in his hands, and you can’t tell if it’s your cheeks or his touch that feels so warm.

“You deserve someone that can say yes to that and mean it properly,” he says ruefully, not dissimilarly to what he’d said the first time you’d asked the very same thing of him.

“I’m not asking anyone else,” you whisper, “I’m asking you."

You wonder if your mouth still tastes like liquor as Vash’s tongue dips inside of it, hovering over you as you lay sprawled across your bed. 

It didn’t start like this, of course. The first kiss had been gentle, hesitant even—like Vash wasn’t quite sure if he was going to see it through at all, poised to flee at any moment. But neither of you could deny how right it felt when his lips brushed yours, an immediate wash of relief and of unadulterated want inundating you all at once. You’d been the one to crane up and bridge the gap, but soon Vash was crawling into your bed overtop of you, easing you back to lay flat as he succumbed to the same need you felt thrumming through your veins.

Your hands are tangled in his hair now—a gesture that earned you a pitchy, needy little groan from him as your fingers twisted through the blonde strands. It only seemed to make him more eager as he parted his lips against your own in a deeper kiss.

There’s something a little clumsy about it all, an eagerness and inexperience to every touch and graze. But it’s not the same as it was at first, no longer hesitant or wary—his reservations have been peeled away as surely as the clothes the two of you are wearing, until you feel nothing but his skin against your own.

Vash’s hands are as greedy and rapacious as his mouth; touching, grabbing, grazing anything he can reach. His calloused fingers cup themselves around the swell of your chest, squeezing lightly, and when you reward him with a little moan it stokes the flames of his curiosity, and his touch moves to the pebbled bud of your nipple next. He rolls it tentatively between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly, and when you gasp against his mouth, arching further into his touch, he makes his own little pleased sound of surprise before lavishing your other breast with equal attention. 

His metal hand touches you more gingerly than the other, and he tends to favour the one made of flesh and bone. The contrast in sensations is a little disorienting—smooth, hard metal versus the life-roughened heat of skin on skin. It’s dizzying. You want more.

“Vash,” you murmur against his mouth. 

Your lips are stinging now from the constant kissing. He’s scarcely left your mouth uncovered by his own since they first connected, but at your hoarse whisper of his name he pulls back slightly, watching your face for any sign of reproach. 

“Touch me more, please,” you say to him, cupping his cheeks as he presses his forehead into yours, both of you sharing the same breath in the little space between you.

He makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a hum, nodding a little, and kisses you again as his hands slip further down your willing, waiting form.

If he’s surprised by the wet wet heat he finds between your legs, it doesn’t stop him. One finger and then two find their way inside you slowly; he moves in gentle thrusts and scissoring motions that have your jaw going slack. His palm presses against the swell of your clit, and each time your hips jump it grinds into the heel of his palm, earning a keen from the back of your throat.

“Feels good?” Vash trails kisses up the top of your cheek until his lips are by your ear. His breathing is laboured and the air of each breath is hot as it ghosts across your skin. Your tongue feels leaden, but you nod repeatedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping him close.

“Yeah,” you finally manage to breathe out, “’s good.”

It’s even better when you feel the stretch of him pressing himself inside.

The sound that’s pulled from the depth of Vash’s broad chest as he carves his way into you makes your toes curl—high and sweet and desperate.

“’S hot,” he slurs, his hips giving a shallow, desperate thrust.

He’s needy, pulling you closer as he moves you how he wants you. He loops your knees up over his elbows, his mouth frantically finding it’s way back to yours as the weight of his entire body bears down on you. 

The next thrust is harder, deeper. And the pace only increases after that.

The rickety headboard of your old bed knocks against the wall each time he brings his hips down against yours. It’s loud, but so is the sound of skin on skin, and you have the distant thought as the bed frame creaks that it sounds like it might splinter underneath you—but you don’t find it in yourself to care as the pressure in you core steadily builds, threatening to burst. It blinds and deafens you to anything but the pulse that pounds in your throat. It makes your fingers curl against the skin of Vash’s shoulder blades until your nails dig into skin.

He’s still kissing you, wet and messy and noisy as his tongue presses into your mouth. He never stops kissing you.

It's nice to be with someone. To be touched. To feel wanted and needed.

Especially by him.

Your eyes flutter open, and as though he can sense your gaze on him Vash’s do the same. His expression is heavy-lidded as he pants, a little drop of sweat sitting high on the edge of his blushing cheek. He smiles a little, a soft, gentle expression you’ve never seen before.

A tenderness in his gaze unlike any you’ve ever experienced.

The pressure in your core comes undone.

He takes your face in his hands as pleasure rips through you like a sandstorm, blistering and unescapable. He’s still kissing you. Keeping you so near. In the haze it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, everything clouded into something thats both and somehow neither. Something new.

“Close,” Vash whines, grinding his hips down against your own.

Your muscles ache, the pleasure has worn you raw, and your lungs are pricking with the need for a full deep breath you haven’t been able to draw into them now for some time. But even so, you don’t want it to be over. Can’t bear the thought of being apart.

The headboard rattles a few more times, and then the pressure between your legs is gone as Vash pulls out and spatters his spend across your stomach with a long, low groan.

It’s hot. The mess on your skin, the sweat that clings to you, the paltry breaths of air you draw into your lungs. Even the sheets of your bed have absorbed the heat from both of your bodies, sticking to your skin as you collapse into them in boneless heaps, chests heaving and hearts racing side by side.

You tilt your face towards the boy crowded into your narrow bed beside you, and find him watching you expectantly.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.

You hum, leaning into his touch.

Vash’s gaze travels down your body, eyeing the mess he’s made of you with wide eyes. He pops up suddenly, clambering out of bed and tripping clumsily over the sheet that’s fallen half-way off the mattress as he skitters out the door. You’re not too worried that he’s going far, considering he’s still stark naked, but you watch the doorway curiously as you wait for him to return.

When he does, he has a cloth in hand—still damp from your bath earlier in the evening. As gently as he can, Vash cleans you up; the cloth cool is against your sticky skin, and feels nice. Once he’s satisfied with his handiwork, he presses a kiss to the valley between your ribs, lifting his face to smile up at you.

You shoot him a feeble smile back.

He slips into bed beside you once more, crawling up towards the pillows and pulling the rumpled sheet up to your chins as he goes. He settles in, and with one sweep of his arm he tucks you safely against his chest, with your ear resting over his heart. His hand pats gently along the back of your hair down your spine, keeping you close to him.

Vash smells good. Clean and comforting. It makes you think of the place your mother told you about once. You wonder if he smells like that place, or maybe even better.

You wonder if he’s ever been there before.

You wonder if he’d tell you if you asked.

You open your eyes, though the effort pains you in your exhaustion, and you see him peering back at you. Vash’s lips pull into a smile, but it's one of the ones that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. An expression that you know is more for you than it is for himself.

You think the two of you have a lot in common, then. That maybe the two of you understand the same loneliness. The same feeling of being haunted.

Your ghosts live on in the trunk at the end of your bed and at the back of your cupboard, covered in dust, tucked away out of sight. 

Vash’s live on inside of him, and it’s where he seems determined to keep them. 

In that moment you know that even if you were to ask, he’d tell you nothing—and he’d do it for your own sake.

Tomorrow you’ll wake and the air will smell bitter and burnt, and he’ll be gone, but your boot will be mended, and the little pot of glue will remind you he was there. But tonight you’ll dream about the place your Mama told you about, and tomorrow you’ll still have the smell that clings to your sheets. So for now, the world smells different. 

And that has to be enough.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mentions of periods and related period things, implied smut but no actual smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Paul wasn’t one to cry. He was cool. He was sexy. And he spent too much time trying to be goofy or space out to cry. 

Or that’s at least what everyone thought. 

He was a good, sweet, and somewhat clingy boyfriend. Always wanting a hand on you– a hand in your back pocket or in your hand were the most common– getting you food whenever you wanted it and making sure you were never sad. He was a giant golden ball of sunshine, who killed people and was great with his tongue.

However, Paul was a sensitive little bitch. Deep, deep, deep down. How he got you more stuffed animals than Laddie or gave you posters when they came with his vinyls instead of plastering them all over the cave walls. Or when he got high and ate Marko’s butter statue in the fridge– he felt bad for months– and when he accidentally scratched David’s The Cure album with his claws. The guilt was mostly cause David chewed him out, but that was beside the point.

What could he say? Paul was a man with many layers. But sometimes those layers were so deep they did not mean to see the surface.

–

You were lying down on the old couch in the cave, trying to snuggle under one of the numerous blankets the boys had accumulated over the years. Groaning in discomfort, you turned to the other side, trying to ease your pain. 

Water bottles, snacks, and any kind of painkiller imaginable were scattered on the floor around you. 

Your period was three days early. Not like it was ever consistent, but it was still miserable. You were burning up, sore all over, covered in three new zits, and anytime you went to the bathroom it looked like a murder scene afterward. You hated it. And while your blood-sucking boyfriend loved it, he tried to sympathize best he could– to treat you like a little baby bird and not like a meal.

But sometimes, sometimes, his blood lust got the better of him. 

–

Paul strutted down into the cave, totally not paying attention to his surroundings, until he saw a big lump of blankets on the couch. 

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

“You okay?” Paul asked, momentarily clueless as to what was going on with you. 

And then it hit him. 

Your period. 

His gaze got slightly hazy, and he immediately pounced onto the couch, wanting to pepper you in kisses, feed you chocolate, and eat you out until you passed out in a blissful slumber.

“Baby I want–”

“Grrrrr…” You shoved him off the couch and curled up into a tighter fetal position than you were already in. “Don’t touch me… not now…” You whined. You were hit with cramps soon as Paul entered the cave, and your pain meds were proving to be useless.

“Oh…” Paul’s cold dead heart was resuscitated momentarily by seeing you, only to be stomped on and shattered by your harsh rejection, bringing it back to death. 

“Okay… If you need anything I’ll be in my room…” 

Paul walked away into the depths of the cave slowly. Any pep in his step or excitement was sucked out of him. He just wanted to help! Make you feel better– maybe give you a massage, or help cool you down by holding you in his arms while he buried his face into your neck. 

Paul knew you were the one. He didn’t miss the daytime because he had you, the sun to his moon– bright and cheerful to compliment his bright and cheerful. Except where he was cold and dead, you were warm and alive. He loved showering with you, sniffing all your fancy soaps, and asking if he could take a bite. He tried to pull a romcom classic and cook for you, which almost burnt your kitchen down… But his big, sad, blue puppy dog eyes got the best of you. He could never thank you enough when you did daytime-esk errands for him, like buying him snacks from stores that closed before sundown or letting him do laundry at your place. Or standing your ground and helping him get some touchy valley girl off his back. 

But Paul was still Paul, and he had trouble with being told no by someone other than the boys. He also worried you would eventually get sick of him. Sick of his loud voice, and weed-ridden musk. Sick of how he was sometimes really forgetful, or too spaced out and lost focus easily. He was scared you wouldn’t find him sexy or funny and see he didn’t really have much else going for himself. He had been working on it, trying to be more confident deep down and not cry like a baby when you didn’t want to hang out 24/7, but sometimes it slipped his mind that humans needed personal space and alone time. 

You mumbled a groan as you slightly shifted under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. 

 —

You had awoken, after sleeping for what felt like an eternity. You were sweaty, groggy, and had no sense of what time it was. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased. 

You groaned and shifted from your spot on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you stared at the person who woke you. 

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.” 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “He would say that. Where is he anyways? Is he getting food?” 

“…”

“Marko…”

Marko bit his thumb and avoided your gaze as he picked up the trash surrounding the couch. 

“Marko...”

“He got really upset after you told him to fuck off.”

“What? When did I do that?” 

“Um, he said when he came home,” Marko shook a pill bottle, seeing if it was empty. “You were curled up into a ball on the couch and then you pushed him away and told him to leave you alone.” 

Your boyfriend was such a drama queen. “I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Yeah, well,” You and Marko walked into the kitchen area, trash, snacks, and medicines in hand. “My painkillers didn’t kick in on time. I thought I was dying for a hot second. I didn’t want Paul making it worse.”

Marko smiled, closing the chip bag, “He probably would have taken a bite out of you if you let him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

One of the pigeons flew towards you both. Staring Marko in the eyes. 

“No, I’m not giving you potato chips,” he jokingly scolded his pet. “No, these aren’t for you.”

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” 

“Okay.” 

Marko was still focused on his pigeon. “Yeah, she’s gonna see Paul. She’s gonna see Paulie. You know what they’re gonna do Jasper—“

“Shut up,” You scoffed. 

—

You knocked on the “door”— an old surfboard covering the hole in the wall to his little stoner rock cave— of Paul’s room.

“Paul…” 

You heard a sniffle from the other side, but nothing else. 

“Paul, I know you’re in there…” another moment of silence. 

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked. 

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied. 

“Can I come in, baby?” 

“Sure.”

You pushed the door to the side and stepped inside his room. “Hi, baby.”

He was laying under several blankets in the nest you’d both made together, only his head and lion's mane worth of hair sticking out.

  “Hello…” All the usual fun and excitement was sucked out of his voice, leaving it hollow and empty. 

“Oh no, I don’t like hello. What’s going on?”

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

You slowly sat down next to him, pushing aside a few mixtapes and some dirty clothes, “Baby… baby you know I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, you smell nice— like nicer than usual. And I just, I love you so much—

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

“—and eat you out so hard you see stars.”

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

“Yeah, you were mean.” Paul sniffled. “I didn’t like it.” 

“Oh baby come here,” You joined him under the covers, attempting to scoop him into your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It was not fine. 

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

He shifted his head onto your shoulder, “You just… you scared me.” 

You gently scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to, I just needed to be alone.”

“I’m worried I messed up and you don’t wanna be with me anymore… I’ve messed up a lot and I tend to pretend I don’t care if I fuck up, but I do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that. Even if I tried, David would Professor X my memory.” 

Paul laughed a little. 

“I just didn’t want you pouncing on me like an animal–”

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?” 

“Yeah… Just… just don’t– if you– uh, if you need some space don’t act like me when I need blood and I wig out, okay?”

“Will do.”

Paul sat up a little, so he could snuggle into you.“Mmmm… Thank you.”

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[athycore]

Mob psycho characters with a kuudere!Reader!

GN!reader.

Shiego kageyama:

When he first meet you he didnt mind that you were quiet most of the time. In fact, he enjoyed it. He likes to stay in quiet comfortable places where he can speak his mind.

He feels like he can trust your aloof personality. He finds comfort in their personality. He swears its like a soft cloud that he can reach too and cry immediately.

Ritsu Kageyama:

He’s like shiego except he actively looks for your comfort. One where he isnt judged nor looked up upon, one where you see him as him, not some member of the student council. When he first meet you he just started middle school. you happen to be at the art room talking to the teacher about something of an assignment. He was simply walking by but noticed how your voice was soft. He made it his goal to try to talk to you more often.

He adores the fact you dont lie. He feels like he can open up to you and not be ashmed of it. Its a trustworthy feeling he gets whenever hes with you. He’s constantly asking for you with your friends and everything. He simply just cares for you.

Sho suzuki:

Star eyes. He needs someone with patience. He needs someone’s reassurance. He’s glad you dont hate him. He just wants a friend afterall. He met you during he was hanging out with ritsu. He somehow spot you in a crowd and he felt like he had to get to know you.

He always felt like you never get along. But thats because he starts and ends most if the conversations. Although you think otherwise, he still thinks its a whole enemies to friends type stuff. Dont worry, he is protective over you. Whenever you leave for a few days he makes sure you safe. From afar ofc.

Teruki Hanazawa:

Teruki relates…somewhat. He thinks its all a facade. Cause he was just like that too. He learns later on that you are simply just like that. Nothing changes ofc but he feels like hes gotten a little close to you now. He meet you when he was shopping. You caught his eye. He probably thought you were attractive ofc. So he went up to talk to you..turns out you both go to the same school.

He is like the sun to your moon. He lights up your eyes and it hurts. He knows when and when not to crack jokes. you are always to one to remind him to do his homework. He brings you along when hanging out with shigeo.