#feeling ever so slightly burnt out on this game again

[nekrophoria]

Game crashed while trying to fix my gameplay save (again) so have some Simon leftovers.

[teojira]

Scar x fem! Reader/Rover from Wuthering Waves where Reader is trying to get Yangyang back, and Scar offers to give her back for a kiss from reader 🫦

[What's the harm?] [Scar/reader drabble]

Summary: Scar strikes a deal with you, for both your and Yangyang's freedom. (You are Rover in this!)

Word count: 1k+ (I got POSSESSED)

Pronouns: She/her implied

Warnings: Possibly OOC but the game is 3 days old, have mercy. Slightly nsfw! Scar is down bad. You're Rover in this and you're also down bad.

A/N: I want him so bad, the constant flirting with MC? The way his eyes soften at her? I'm in love with him so bad.

“Where is she?” He's already isolated you for Yangyang, bringing you into his domain.

 It's unnerving, standing alone with a man you've seen cause so much trouble, someone who constantly is trying to get into your head.

The comments he makes, there are so many of them and they just keep coming. 

Is he lying about wanting you? Lying about wanting your trust? Is this just a ploy to get you on his side? 

You're not sure, your brain can't deny that this is a trap, he trapped you, but your brain can't deny that he's looking at you with a soft gaze that you're sure he's never graced another human with. He looks like he simultaneously wants to eat you alive and protect you like he claims.

Scar himself stands a few feet away, arms crossed as his eyes trail along your form, starting from your feet, lingering a bit on your chest until finally meeting your eyes. You swear you can see a twinkle in his eye, and he doesn't even remotely try and hide the way he licks his lips at you, a predator grin making it's way on his handsome face.

“Oh come on Rover, she'll be fine~”

“I'm not doing this with you, give her back.” You steel yourself, hand resting on the scabbard of your sword, ready for him to attack.

To your surprise, he knocks his head back and laughs, shaking his head, the movement jostling his locks. He turns back to you, moving closer, step by step.

“Look at that, that fire in your eye is mesmerizing Rover, you're that concerned with a woman who only wants to use you?” He coos, voice mimicking how an adult talks to a child and you feel small, taking a small step back but the distance still closes, he's not letting you get away.

“Stop. I'm not playing this game with you Scar, let me go and give Yangyang back.” You hate how your voice trembles a bit, hating yourself for his presence having such an effect on you.

“Yangyang This, Yangyang that, what about me my dear? Why don't you say my name like you do hers? With that fondness.” He glowers, finally closing the distance, stepping into your personal bubble and cornering you against a large rock.

“What are you even-” You can't help the flush that rushes to your face, your head dizzy at the proximity. The body heat radiating off of him is jarring, but not as jarring as his smell. He smells of ash and burnt wood, and a mix of his own natural scent and it feels warm and safe. For the first time since you've woken up, you feel protected, despite him being the enemy. The same one who the nation you're supposed to protect hates.

It's so stupid, it's so stupid.

"Say my name.” He's leaning down now, was he always this tall?

“W-” He cuts you off, grabbing your jaw with one hand, squeezing your cheeks ever so slightly, only releasing to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Say it, Rover.” His face is so fucking close, you can feel his breath tickling your face.

"Scar." You breathe out, your head spinning, this is wrong, you shouldn't have let him get this close, you need to get out and find Yangyang, what the fuck are you doing?

"Give me what I want, and I'll let you both go." He murmurs, eyes zeroed in on yours.

His heterochromatic eyes are beautiful already, but the way they're so dilated, barely any of his color is shown.

"I'm not following."

"Just a kiss my dear, just one."

"How do I know you're gonna keep your word?"

"You don't, but I don't think that's gonna stop you." He coos again, moving to trail one of his hands down your back, pushing you closer to his body, your chests both heaving and resting on one another.

He's right, as of right now, there is absolutely nothing that will stop you from this, from giving in just this once.

You lean in first, shutting your eyes tight.

It's Scar who does the rest, crashing into you like a wave, trying to consume you.

He kisses you like you're long lost lovers, pouring so much passion into the kiss that you can't ever hope to return, so when he pushes you up against the rock, you know this'll be a reoccurring occurrence. It's addicting, the feeling of his lips finally on yours, all the tension finally reaching a climax. His tongue is damn near down your throat, swallowing down your moans as much as he could, his hands gripping your hips so hard, you wouldn't be surprised if it left a mark later (a small part of you hope he does).

It takes everything in your power to pull away, but the second you do, he moves to start licking at your neck, you can feel his canines run along a specific patch of skin that makes your legs weak. You place a hand on his chest, trying to gently push him away.and when that doesn't work, you bring your other hand up to run your fingers through his locks and tug him away.

The groan he lets out is downright sinful. He looks up at you, his expression as if he just fucked you within an inch of your life, his hair mussed, his lips glossy from your combined spit.

"Was that good enough?"

"Oh honey, you're lucky I don't take you right here. But I am a man of my word." He hums, licking his lips and letting out a snicker. With a shocking gentleness, he pecks your lips one last time.

"Wake up now."

"Rover! Rover! Are you okay?" Yangyang has your head on her lap, one of her palms on your forehead, feeling the warmth there.

All you can do is groan and bring a hand to your face, covering your cheeks.

"What'd he do to you in there?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[futfemfantasies]

prohibited touches \\ Leah Williamson x reader

The first few months at Arsenal have been somewhat eventful. Thankfully, you national teammates and close friends Steph and Caitlin helped transition into the gloomy and overcast life that is London. Throughout the months, you’ve been training hard both on the field and in the gym and it doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain blonde defender.

The constant stares and eye tracking your muscles as they move and flex don’t go unnoticed by Steph, who eventually tells Caitlin. What they didn’t know is that the stares go both ways. You bend down to grab your water bottle when you see her.

Back muscles flexing.

Sweat dripping down her sports bra covered back.

Blonde hair sticking to her neck.

As you finish in the gym, you start to walk back to the locker room, only to bump into someone slightly taller than you. Her hands find your waist to steady the both of you and you look up to see the familiar blonde defender.

“S-sorry y/n” Leah stuttered out.

“No worries Leah, all good”

That’s how your first conversation with Leah started. The next is when you, Steph and Caitlin are talking about helping you build your new Ikea furniture a few weeks later. Leah sits next to your three and insists she comes to help, claiming ‘the more the merrier’. Steph, Caitlin and Leah come over to your new apartment that afternoon. Steph and Caitlin decide to start on the bed frame upstairs while you and Leah start on the tv unit. You open the boxes and lay all the pieces out before reaching over Leah for the instructions.

“Sorry” You apologise, realising you could’ve just asked for the instructions.

“No need to apologise at all” Leah mumbles as she moves a piece of stray hair from your face.

She looks down at your lips then back up to your eyes. You give her a slight nod and you both lean in before hearing two pairs of feet race down the stairs. You and Leah jump apart and Caitlin asks you for a screwdriver while Steph looks at you suspiciously as your arm is across Leah holding the instructions. A few hours later and the tv unit, bed frame and kitchen table and chairs are all finished. You decide to treat the girls to some pizza as a thank you for their help.

As you all get set up to eat, Leah sits next to you squashed up against you as Steph sits on the other side. You internally freak out as Leah is touching your bare thigh but remain calm. When the movie is over and everyone is full, Steph and Caitlin help clean up before leaving claiming they have to be up early in the morning. You and Leah look at each other, confused as you know there’s no game or anything tomorrow.

“How about some popcorn while you choose the movie?” You suggest.

“Sounds good, don’t take too long”

You walk into the kitchen and decide to quickly make the popcorn your mum used to make all the time. Heating the pot up, you pour in the oil before adding the kernels and putting the lid on. Just after you shake the pot, you feel two arms wrap around your waist and a head leaning on your shoulder.

“You took too long” Leah mumbles in your shoulder and you die a little on the inside at her cuteness.

“I thought homemade popcorn was fitting for our little movie night”

“You know, ever since you’ve come to Arsenal I’ve always had a small crush on you. But now I’m realising it’s more than a little crush”

You shake the popcorn again before turning in Leah’s arms. Her newly cut fringe hanging just over her gorgeous eyes, forces you to move it away behind her ear. You cup her cheek ever so lightly and pull her closer to you with your other hand. She whispers if it’s okay to kiss you and you answer by connecting your lips together. Leah pulls you closer to her, leaving no space between you too. A loud, alarm type noise pulls you both away from each other and the popcorn has burnt. You quickly turn the stove off while Leah attempts to turn off the smoke alarm. Both returning to the kitchen, looking at each other with a laugh.

“Microwave popcorn it is then!”

You put the bag in and Leah pulls you into her side, wanting to keep you close at all times. The bag is done and you pull it out and emptying the contents into a bowl before walking back to see a horror film on the tv. You groan while Leah chuckles and pulls you into her.

“No need to be scared love, I’m here to protect you always” Leah reminds you before kissing your cheek lightly.

All throughout the movie you hide into Leah’s side and you eventually fall asleep. The movie doesn’t even finish when Leah notices you’re asleep before carrying you up to your new bed. You feel a blanket being put over you and your eyes open to see Leah leaving the room.

“Lee?” The blonde turns around and smiles softly at you.

“I’m gonna get going love, it’s getting late”

“Please stay Lee” With the cutest puppy dog eyes Leah’s ever seen.

“Let me check the front door love, I’ll be back in a moment”

Leah kisses your forehead before jogging downstairs and coming back quickly. Leah wraps her arms tightly around you before leaning up and kissing you goodnight.

“Thank you for staying Lee”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with you right now”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Leah have been dating for a few months now but are keeping it a secret for as long as possible. There’s no label on you two as yet, only because both of you keep getting scared right when one is about to ask. The bubble you two have created just isn’t ready to be popped yet.

The team figured out from day one that you’re dating with all the ‘subtle’ looks you two give each other across the locker room and the light but meaningful touches as you pass each other on the field. You’ve noticed the subtle hints Leah has been giving that she wants to announce your relationship.

Lia’s New Year’s Eve party is bustling with everyone either nursing a drink or finger food in hand. Lia is happy with how everything is going until she saw it was five minutes until midnight and no one was in front of the tv. Everyone gathers around the tv as the fireworks are set to go off very soon. Leah is standing on the side, kind of hidden from everyone but the tv still visible. A soft hand falls on the small of Leah’s back. She turns her head slightly and smile when she smells your familiar scent. Leah pulls you to her side and wraps her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder. You squeeze her waist and Leah turns to kiss your neck affectionately. The countdown begins and Leah turns to stand in front of you.

“5!”

You pull her close and Leah moves her hand up to move a loose curl out of your face. You study her features for a moment and think just how lucky you are.

“Y/n/n”

“4!”

“Leah”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“3!”

Your faces are near millimetres from each other. Leah holds your soft cheeks in her hands, giving you a soft smile.

“2!”

You return the smile and your hands travel up her shirt, onto her bare skin. You feel Leah shudder and her eyes close temporarily.

“1! Happy New Year”

Your lips smash together without a care in the world. It’s like all your friends disappeared and you and Leah are the only people in the room. Eventually, you both pull away and have dopey smiles on your faces.

“So is that a yes then?” Leah asks with that sexy smirk on her face.

“Oh baby, that’s a hell yes. Happy new year girlfriend”

“Happy new year girlfriend. There’s no one I’d want to start the new year with”

You both turn to everyone and you find them staring at you both. Katie, Caitlin and Steph all silently high five before discussing who had the bigger influence in you two getting together. You and Leah announce your premature departure from the party and you are met with different boo’s from Kyra and Alessia and a ‘use protection’ from none other than Katie. You intertwine your hand with Leah’s and yell a thank you to Lia. Leah drags you out of the house and into her car, wanting to get home extra fast.

“Ready to start the new year with a bang?”

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Little Flower

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, slight mention of cannibalism, NO smut. I tried not to make him too OOC. To me, Sukuna is 100% a dark romantic morally black dude. But I’m not that type of writer. He’s more morally grey here.

Song: Fear by Current Joys

“Fuck. Wake up. Brat…open your eyes!” And slowly you did. You fought the urge to keep the close, your eyelids half closed as you stared at the King of Curses. It was your first time seeing him like this.

Vulnerable. Scared. Broken.

“S-Sukuna…”

“I’m going to kill them,” Sukuna said, his grip slightly tightening around you. And you nodded.

Sukuna’s concubines. Former concubines. Those who felt ignored and jealous. Those who felt hatred towards you because Sukuna favored you and only you. You haven’t noticed before, but one day, Sukuna called you his Queen. It was all you needed to hear to confirm his own feelings for you. You’ve bothered him with ‘I love you’s’ and Sukuna would smile, his eyes softening at you before poking your forehead in response.

“N-Not Shoko-chan or U-Utahime-chan,” you said. And he nodded.

“I promise.”

“I love you.” Again, his grip tightened.

“I promise that I’m going to wait for you,” Sukuna said softly. “I promise to find you in your next life. You’ll wear the necklace I gave you. And I’ll win you back. Maybe, just maybe, this immortal life I live can be broken. And I can live and die with you.”

“Th-they s-s-say l-love is a-a curse,” you said. Sukuna nodded.

“Have a curse destroy a curse.”

“S-Sukuna…” a tear slipped out from the corner of your eye. Sukuna softly kissed it away and shushed you.

“I love you, too.” He felt it. Nothing. He felt nothing within your soul. He let a tear escape his eyes. “Rest easy, little flower. My Queen.”

The moment Jogo burnt to a crisp and he defeated Mahoraga, the evil laugh and smile left his face. Uraume, who appeared to greet his master, followed his gaze. Along with Sukuna, Uraume’s eyes widened.

“Is that—“.

“Little flower…” But you were different. The expression on your face wasn’t as gentle nor innocent like before. Instead of tending to flowers, your hands held katanas. Instead of a white kimono that he loved seeing you wear, you wore fitted clothing that hugged your body. Your typical hair that he loves seeing flow past your shoulders was tied up in a high ponytail.

“Sukuna!!” you yelled angrily as you ran to him to strike him. And you knew that the King of Cursed was stronger, way stronger than you could ever imagine. You weren’t at Gojo Satoru’s level. You’re evenly matched with Nanami Kento. He had the power and you had the brains. It didn’t surprise you that Sukuna stopped you. But what surprised you was the way he looked at you. Eyes so soft as if he recognized you.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. Your eyes widened. You watched his eyes trail your body, until it stopped towards your chest where your necklace laid. “You have it.” His hand reached out to your necklace, but you quickly jumped back, leaving a distance between you two.

“What do we do, My Lord?” Uraume asked.

“Nothing,” he answered, his eyes lingering on you. “Make sure she’s not unhappy, Uraume.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Itadori-kun! Wake up!” you yelled. Sukuna froze. The body he took over. The body he mentally tortured as he killed thousands of civilians.

“A thousand years,” he said. “It took a thousand years to see you again.” His statement made you falter, but you quickly gained back your composure. Even your eyes never left his. “And you can’t remember me.”

“My lord.”

“She’s on the other side,” he said, his hands being stuffed in his pockets. “I can’t disappoint my Queen.” You gasped. You watched Sukuna go down on his knees, eyes still on you. You watched Uraume do the same. And the two of them deeply bowed.

“My Queen,” they both said. That was when you stood up and looked at them. They remained in their spot, bodies still bowed down deeply to you.

“Quit playing games,” you said as you slowly made your way towards them. The moment you stood close in front of the two, they both lifted their heads up. Sukuna slowly stood up on his feet. Uraume followed.

“My Queen,” he said again. He didn’t move. He didn’t reach out to caress your hair or face like he usually did.

“My Lady,” Uraume said, bowing his head yet again.

“Stop,” you said and took a step back while shaking your head. “I’m not your queen or lady, or whatever.” He suddenly felt everything. The confusion, the fear, and the heartbreak. And something else he didn’t want to decipher.

“You like someone,” he said.

“So?” you questioned. A small yet soft smirk formed on his face.

“Is he hurt? Give me the name. I’ll kill the one who hurt him.” You quietly gasped, your eyes wide.

Anyone around the area watched with wide eyes. For the first time, they watched and witness the King of Curses submit to someone. Because a thousand years ago, you were the only one he would submit to. The only one he took orders from. The only one he would listen to.

The trance stopped when others went in to attack. You joined in and Sukuna dodged as he jumped away from everyone.

“Give Yuji back, Sukuna,” you ordered. Sukuna looked at you again. His hand slightly raised up. You watched the soft glow in his hands and watched it move towards you. It disappeared once it was in front and you watched as the eyes and tattoos on Yuji disappeared.

“What was that?” Kusakabe questioned with so much confusion. You sat there, elbows resting on your lap, your fingers interlocked while your chin rested on the top of your hands.

“It’s interesting,” Panda mentioned. But you ignored them, thinking about the situation at hand. Your hand moved to the necklace, the grip on the pendant tight. You gasped, a quick flash of a memory appearing in your mind. The back of a woman in a white kimono, standing outside in a beautiful garden.

“What the…” You muttered. Immediately, you stood up.

“You need to stay, Y/N-san,” Kusakabe said. “We can’t risk any losses.”

“Then don’t follow me,” you said as you continued to walk away. The two just watched until your figure disappeared.

You walked back out into the destruction of Shibuya. You ran and ran, reaching your way back to the station. You saw a sudden vision again. Familiar blonde hair. Body half burnt. Walking in exhaustion.

No.

You ran and ran, sprinted while your lungs hurt.

Kento.

You found your way inside, running inside the tunnels. You quickly and easily fought your way through transfigured creatures on your way.

Another vision appeared. It was the same one. More of him. But this time, he was fighting. And now, you used up all of your energy to run faster and faster. Your heart raced with fear while tears were blurring your vision and fighting their way out. You noticed a familiar figure. And you could only hope that it was the right person.

“Itadori-kun! Hurry! Kento!” you yelled when you recognized him about to run as well.

“Sensei! What’s wrong?” Yuji asked curiously.

“I-I don’t know. We need to hurry,” you said, your voice breaking. When you turned to look at Yuji, your eyes widened the moment you saw two lower eyes, all four of them crimson red with black tattoos on his face. The lower eye looked at you. The type of softness you never would’ve thought you would receive from. “S-Sukuna.” But he didn’t reply and ran with you.

You were out of breath. You found Mahito in front of Nanami. The evil and merciless smile Mahito had gave you chills down your spine. When Nanami turned around, a small smile appeared on his lips. You felt a sting in your heart.

“Kento…”

Before you know it, Mahito was far away and smashed against the wall. Both yours and Nanami’s eyes widened. The tension in the air grew. You watched as Mahito cried in fear before he burnt into a crisp. You quickly ran to Nanami as he fell to his knees.

“Kento,” you called softly. Nanami looked at you with a tired smile. “You’re okay.”

“Sort of,” he answered, his hand slowly reaching and holding yours. “Glad to see you’re okay.” You let the tears escape. But you quickly turned around when footsteps walked closer to you. You stood up, standing in front of Nanami, your hands on the handles of your katanas, and ready to fight.

“You like him,” Sukuna said. You stared at him again. Your head slightly tilted in curiosity.

“B-Be careful,” Nanami said softly, his sight never leaving Sukuna. You nodded.

“What a shame,” Sukuna added. “If I killed him, would it hurt you?” Your grip tightened.

“Y-Yes,” you answered as strongly as you could. The thought of Nanami being killed right before your eyes killed you.

“If I inhabited his body to keep him alive, would it hurt you?” Your eyes widened.

“I-Is he—“

“No. Just a thought, little flower.” Your body stilled at the nickname Sukuna called you. Sukuna raised an eyebrow. You stared blankly at the man. Another vision. This time with Sukuna in his true form from his four arms and his taller height. Your body faltered and Sukuna almost took strides to catch you.

“What did you do to me?!” you yelled, trying to fight the visions away. “That glowing thing… what was that?!” Sukuna never faltered, but you caught the concern in his eyes. “Why? Why me?”

“Little flower…”

“Please…it—it’s too much,” you said as you shook your head, wanting to shake the visions away while your tears were flowing down your cheeks. The tears broke him. He walked quickly towards you, but Nanami was quicker as he held you in his arms. It angered Sukuna. You watched the crease of his brows and the scowl on his face. You feel the anger from the thick tension of the air. The urge for him to kill. “Please don’t hurt him.” The pleading voice made him soft. Oh how he used to hate that it made him soft. But it did and it still does.

“I won’t,” he said as he took a step back. He went down on one knee, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me what to do, little flower. Let me help you with your mission.”

“W-What—“

“What game are you playing?” Nanami asked. He leaned against you. Exhaustion was quickly hitting him. Sukuna’s gaze hardened when it moved to Nanami. He scowled at him.

“You don’t question me,” Sukuna said darkly before looking at you again. And you watched him soften. “I only serve you, little flower.”

“But why?” you asked. This time, you were curious. Your eyes widened, your hand reaching for your necklace. “This necklace. What do you know about it? You have to know.”

“I do know,” he answered. “A necklace from my time from a thousand years ago. A necklace I created. Just for you.” It shocked you and Nanami.

“A thousand years…a thousand years to see me again?” Sukuna nodded. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“People become reincarnated throughout life,” Sukuna explained. He was patient, oh so very patient. You wouldn’t be able to tell that he was a murderous monster. “I see it all the time, but it was never you. I could never feel your soul. And I didn’t want to believe it, until now. Until I saw you.”

“But…but you—legends say that—“

“I love power. I kill for a living. I consume so much hatred and could careless for every human around. I could careless about this boy I inhabit and that man holding you. But you…”.

“Me?” But Sukuna closed his eyes and shook his head. He opened them, this time you were out of Nanami’s hold as you stood in front of him. “Kento, you should go to Shoko-chan.”

“No, I’m not—“

“Go.” But you never heard him leave. Sukuna stood up, his deathly stare lingers on Nanami. “I’ll be fine.” Both Nanami and Sukuna knew that tone. Nanami wouldn’t win it. You would’ve dragged him to Shoko and return back to Sukuna. But he was stubborn as well.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Nanami said.

“And I’m not letting you die.” Sukuna smirked.

“Best you listen to her. But I won’t do anything to her nor you,” Sukuna said.

“No.”

Sukuna grew impatient. He was glad that Nanami was too weak to fight. He took the opportunity to hold on to the both of you, bringing Nanami to Shoko and bringing you somewhere. Alone.

“Y/N!” Nanami yelled.

Sukuna gently put you down. You walked over to a tree to lean your back against the trunk. You watched Sukuna standing there, staring at you yet again.

“Quit staring,” you said as you looked away. “It’s creepy.” Sukuna smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. The pink color forming on your cheeks brought the same amusement back to him.

“You never thought it was creepy before,” he mentioned. “In fact, you loved that I did. You loved the fact that I always keep an eye on you.” He watched the bottom of your lip, jutting out into a small pout.

“This reincarnation thing, how is it true?” you asked. “Don’t people remember stuff or have like deja vu happen to them?”

“Not always, little flower,” Sukuna answered. “It’s things I see. Things I recognized.”

“But…you’re a curse now. And…shit, y-you were one back then.”

“And you’re still a curious human.” You glared at him, making him chuckle yet again. “What a shame that you have no memories from before. More of a shame that you have to side with the ones I hate the most.”

“Then kill me,” you said with confidence. But it made him frown, adding more to your frustrations. “Why won’t you?!”

“I watched you die in my arms once! I’m not doing that again!” Your eyes widened. You felt your heart skip a beat. “You…You—fucking shit!” You stood there still and watched him with worry. “Shut up, boy!” Your eyes widened.

“Itadori-kun…”

“The fuck do you know?” It was like watching a madman talking and cursing to himself. You watched him talk and pace angrily, assuming it was at Yuji. “I fucking hate humans and their stupid fucking feelings. Their emotions. Everything! But—“ Sukuna looked at you. The anger immediately gone, replaced with something soft and tender. It made your heart race.

“Sukuna.” It was the softness in your voice that made him crack. You watched a small tear slip out from the corner of his eye.

“You were so innocent and full of life. You kept to yourself. You always smiled and laughed. We were the complete opposite. You were the type of human I hated. I hated it so much that I wanted to kill you but I fell in love with you” Sukuna confessed. “The moment I felt your sadness, I’ll kill those who caused you that. Those that brought you pain and anger. I would do anything to hear your voice and laugh, see your smile, watch you tend to your garden, and just to be with you. And you loved it too. That’s why you’re the only one I listen to. I submit only to you. My one and only Queen. So, tell me what to do and I’ll do it. You want me to rebuild that goddamn city. I’ll fucking do it. Need me to heal those human friends of yours. I’ll do it. I’ll even—“.

“Are you a part of this whole scheme?” you asked.

“No. I had other things in mind.”

“Then stop this. Stop whoever is doing it,” you said.

“Your wish is my command, little flower.”

“I want you to heal my allies as well. Even Kento.”

“What else?”

“Make sure Yuji comes back. Stop tormenting him, please.”

“Okay.” Sukuna walked closer to you. He gently reached out to your face, fingers gently cupping your chin to look at him. “I’m still keeping my promise to you, somehow.”

“P-Promise?” He nodded.

“And when I fulfill it, we’ll live our lives how we were supposed to live a thousand years ago.”

“How? You’re a curse, unleashed through cursed tools.”

“If there’s a will, there a way.” You pulled away, eyebrows furrowed, and crossed your arms against your chest.

“I don’t want you using Itadori-kun’s body afterwards. In fact, I don’t want you to use anyone’s body as a vessel,” you said. His eyes squinted in slight annoyance.

“You always have to make things difficult, my little flower,” he replied.

“If you’re that determined to have me, so be it,” you said. Sukuna smirked.

“Challenge accepted. I always get my way. And when I win you back, you’ll see how much of an importance you are to me, even if you don’t see it now.”

“Little flower…”

You turned around. Tears rolled down your cheeks. The sunlight reflecting the water in your eyes made Sukuna’s heart clench. He walked closer and closer, lifting your chin up to face him.

“M-My lord…”

“I told you, address me by my name. You are my Queen after all, little flower,” Sukuna said. “Now…who the fuck hurt you?”

“Why do you give me special treatment? Why do you consider me as your queen?” His eyes squinted. Slight irritation from you for not answering his question directly. But he can feel it. The confusion and hurt in your delicate soul.

“Because you’re the only one I can tolerate,” he answered. “For some reason, I let you talk back to me, order me around, and question me. Did I hate it? Yes. I wanted to kill you. But you stop me from doing so.”

“But why? A lot of women here are better than me. Prettier. More confident. They don’t like me cause they find me replaceable.”

“Tell me who. I will kill those who defy you.”

Your eyes opened. You quickly shot up, the shock in your dream waking you up. You looked around. You found yourself in the school where Shoko heals the students. A soft chuckle perked your ears, and you turned around to find Shoko healing a student.

“We were worried,” she said. “You haven’t woken up for a little over a week.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. Sukuna brought you back to us,” Shoko answered.

“H-How’s everyone? Where’s Satoru? And what happened to Kenjaku? Shibuya? Itadori-kun?”

“Hold on. So much happened that we were all confused about,” Shoko said.

It didn’t take long. You and Shoko sat down together alone in her infirmary, and soon after, Gojo entered the premises. The three of you sat down together.

“I don’t know what you have going on with Sukuna,” Gojo started, “but he’s the reason why this whole fight in Shibuya is over.” Your eyes widened.

“Wait. Where’s Kento?” you asked as he suddenly appeared in your thoughts.

Hospital,” Shoko answered. “But he’s okay so far.” Your shoulders relaxed. But the mention of Sukuna somewhat made you nervous. You didn’t know yourself. The visions and dream of him appearing.

“I just remember seeing Sukuna when he unsealed me from the box,” Gojo said. “And everything was over.”

“He brought you back to us first, but you were unconscious,” Shoko said. “No injuries, nothing. But we watched Sukuna fight Kenjaku. He killed him, so Kenjaku is gone. And we watched him with caution as he was healing everyone. Watched as he helped rebuild the city until Itadori-kun returned back to his body. Or Sukuna let him return.”

“W-What? H-He didn’t say anything afterwards?” you asked. Gojo shook his head but Shoko nodded.

“That he hopes that you’re happy that he fulfilled your wishes,” Shoko answered.

“Is he still in Itadori-kun’s body?” Shoko and Gojo nodded.

“And he’s been a bit distant since then,” Gojo mentioned.

“Where is he now?” you asked.

“In his dorm,” Gojo answered.

“I have to find him.”

You quickly headed out. You squinted the moment you were outside from the bright sun. You walked swiftly towards the dormitory in the campus. By the time you arrived by Yuji’s door, you took a deep breath. Your knuckles raised up to the door to knock, but the door swiftly opened, revealing Yuji with a bright smile on your face.

“Sensei! You’re awake!” he said cheerfully. “Come in!”

“Thank you, Itadori-kun,” you said and walked inside. You pulled a chair out and sat down. You watched the young boy sit on his bed, crossed legged, and looked at you. “How are you? I heard you’ve been…distant.”

“Just taking everything all in,” he answered truthfully. “Sensei, what Sukuna said. Is it true?” Your eyes lowered to your lap.

“I don’t know,” you answered. “B-But it has to. He could’ve killed us all.”

“He’s a part of me, sensei. He tries to fight it so I don’t know how he’s feeling but, it’s the first time I felt so much from him. It was strange and I don’t understand it.”

“Can you describe it?” Yuji placed a hand on his chest. A soft smile was forming on his face.

“Overwhelming,” he said. “His heart races and I know when he could care less and is angry and well, downright evil. But the moment he looks at you, I feel something fluttering. And, well, it’s pretty cute.”

“Cute?!” Yuji lightly laughed.

“It’s cute feeling how the King of Curses feel from his typical evil self. It’s like…there’s just something human in him for sure. And if I can, I would like for him to become one.” Your expression soften.

“You’re a kind boy, Itadori-kun,” you said softly and wholeheartedly.

“Everyone deserves a chance in life, right?”

“Right.” You watched Yuji’s expression slightly change into something curious.

“Yeah…you really like her. I can’t shut up about it. I never get to feel things like this. Why don’t you just take over? Oh. I see. Well, do you have any ideas?”

“Itadori-kun, was that him?” Yuji nodded.

“The glowy thing he did, he wants you to remember. Eh? What do you mean I wasn’t supposed to tell her?” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, if you kill me, my sensei will be upset. You’re whipped, Sukuna.”

Inside, Sukuna was cursing at the young boy. And it only made him more mad the moment Yuji chuckled.

I wanna kill this brat.

“Itadori-kun, make sure Sukuna stays in good control for me. He better stop cursing at you,” you said.

This fucking woman. I can’t deny her wishes.

“He can’t deny your wishes, Sensei.”

You sat alone in your home. You pulled the necklace over your head, the pendant resting on your hand. You remember buying it at a thrift store. An ancient looking relic that you never thought would catch your interest. You remember gravitating towards it. You remember the strong feeling inside you as you held it in your hands.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you mumbled. You tightly gripped the pendant and closed your eyes. You channel your cursed energy to the pendant, focusing on it and on Sukuna.

“You’re new,” Sukuna said. You found yourself in a large estate. You wore a white kimono and your hair was out of its usual ponytail. You bowed deeply to Sukuna who stood in front of you.

“My lord,” you said.

“Come.”

You felt time passing. You heard murmurs from other women. Other women you recognized that Sukuna would spend time with. You found yourself walking in the empty hallways until you reached two large dark doors. You didn’t knock. Instead, you slowly placed your hand on the handle to open the door. As you did, the other door opened swiftly. On the other side was Sukuna. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Your eyes slowly widened and you placed your arms by your side and bowed.

“My lord,” you said softly. “I want some company in the gardens.” A small request for his time and a request Sukuna slowly always accepted. You looked up to find soft, red crimson eyes meeting yours. In response, Sukuna walked out of his room, closing the doors behind you, and taking your hand in his.

“What’s bothering you, little flower?” he asked. “I can feel your soul trembling.”

“Do you still sleep with the other women in your estate?” you asked. “They all complain for having less time with you.” A small chuckle escaped Sukuna’s lips. You looked at him with curiosity, the soft breeze blowing your hair. Sukuna turned to you, his m right arm tucking the strands of hair behind your ear.

“It lessened sometime after our first night together,” Sukuna answered. “And now, I don’t.”

“Why’s that? They all miss you.” His chuckle made your heart race.

“Are you that naive?”

“I just like direct answers.”

“Tsk. You always do,” Sukuna said. And then, he was silent. But you heard him stand up from the bench. You listened to him walk behind you. And before you know it, you felt something cool around your neck.

“Don’t lose it,” Sukuna said. “It was made specifically for you and you only. Okay?” You started at the engraved pendant with admiration. Sukuna watched a smile from on your lips.

“Of course, Sukuna.” You looked at him and you watched a smirk form on his face.

“You’re lucky I like you enough to call me by my name.”

“Of course I am. I am your special lady, am I not?” His smirk widened.

“It’s why I keep you around, little flower.”

You opened your eyes. Everything you saw was overwhelming. You felt tears fall from your eyes. The grip on the pendant tightened more as you brought it close to your chest. Instead of the fluttering feeling you had during the vision, you felt the pain develop more and more.

“Sukuna…”

“Sukuna, I sense that you’re hungry,” you said. “I know a few people who’s been being a little naughty today.” His arms were crossed as he stared out blankly in front of him. Your smile dropped when he didn’t respond. You took a seat next to him, slowly scooting yourself closer to him. “You haven’t eaten.”

“I haven’t,” he replied, doing his best not to burst out in anger.

“You haven’t killed anyone in a while, huh?” He shook his head, his grip tightening on his arms. “Why not?”

“It displeases you.” You can feel your heart race, butterflies roaming in your stomach.

“Just…just don’t have me see, smell, or hear it,” you said softly as you shyly looked away.

“I’ll have Uraume take you out today. Maybe have two of your friends with you as well. You’ve been in the estate for too long.”

Your body was shaking. You wanted to stop but you had to see more.

“Little flower. You’re not at the garden tonight.” You turned around and found Sukuna walking closer to you. You smiled softly at his presence. You stood up and met him halfway, your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“I was waiting for you, my King,” you said. “Uraume-san said that you were returning tonight.” You caught the small smile form on his lips.

“Let’s go.”

He sat on the dewy grass, pulling you up on to his lap. His lower arms supported his weight as he leaned back while the upper two held you close to him while your back leaned against his chest.

“I’m coming with you next time on your missions,” you said with a small pout.

“You’ll hate it.”

“Yeah but I hate it more without you here. Despite the killings you do, I rather be around with that than be alone.”You felt the soft vibration of his chest as he chuckled.

“As you wish, my Queen.” You felt your body relaxed, snuggling closer to his body. You closed your eyes and sighed in content.

“I love you, Sukuna.” He felt you fall asleep. His one arm caresses your hair before he leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

It was different. It really felt like you were there. The eerie silence in the estate and the way you cautiously walked around to get to the gardens to clean. Shoko and Utahime were out with Uraume to buy more food at the market. You wanted to stay behind and clean out the garden.

You gasped loudly and before you could yell, your mouth was covered. You opened your eyes to see all the concubines surrounding you. They were angry. They didn’t say anything. All they did was attack you. Hurt you until you could barely breathe and keep your eyes open.

You remember the feeling of his arms. The tightening grip, scared for you to go. You remember the first time you saw the fear in his eyes. The water forming in them. His body trembled. Anger, pain, and anguish increasing every second.

“I love you.” Again, his grip tightened.

“I promise that I’m going to wait for you,” Sukuna said softly. “I promise to find you in your next life. You’ll wear the necklace I gave you. And I’ll win you back. Maybe, just maybe, this immortal life I live can be broken. And I can live and die with you.”

“Th-they s-s-say l-love is a-a curse,” you said. Sukuna nodded.

“Have a curse destroy a curse.”

“S-Sukuna…” a tear slipped out from the corner of your eye. Sukuna softly kissed it away and shushed you.

“I love you, too.”

“Reincarnation…” you said to yourself. You shook your head. “But how?” Your hand remained by your chest. The pain was too much and it wouldn’t go away. You shook your head, letting heartbreaking tears escape. You brought your knees up to your chest and buried your face in yours knees. “What the fuck…?”

And then you thought about Nanami. The walking green flag of a man. The one who always make sure that you’re okay and helps you out on missions, whether you were alone or with the students. You knew he had some feelings towards you and you a well for him. And in general, he’s a protective man to his friends and students. It didn’t matter how much Gojo annoyed him, Nanami would be there to help and protect him.

“Maybe he’s awake.”

You scrambled yourself out of bed. You headed to the bedroom to take a quick shower and change into a long sleeve dress, warm tights, knee high boots, and a sweater. You grabbed your purse with your phone and wallet before heading out. You lived close to Shibuya. And you were amazed how the area looked like nothing happened on Halloween day. And it amazes you more that there were just as many people.

Did he—-no he didn’t. I never asked.

You made your way to Nanami’s room. You heard voices fill the room. When you peeked inside, you found Gojo, Shoko, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Ino. You knocked on the door, gathering their attention, before entering inside. You watched the soft smile form on Nanami’s face as you greeted everyone.

“I could’ve just gone with you guys,” you said as you put your purse on the table. You looked at Nanami and smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay. Almost as if nothing happened.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised as well,” Nanami said. His voice was gentle yet with his response, it felt stern and suspicious. “I heard you just woke up.” You blushed.

“Y-Yeah,” you answered as you brushed the ends of your hair with your fingers. “I figured I check up on you.”

“You should be resting.”

“I feel fine.”

“Well, we should go,” Gojo said. “Let’s go kids.”

“Bye, sensei!”

“See you later, guys.”

The five of them left, leaving the two of you alone. You moved an empty chair closer to Nanami’s bed and sat down. The silence felt somewhat awkward.

“A-About that night,” you said. “T-There’s a lot to talk about.”

“There is.”

“I don’t want you to be mad and—“

“I’m not mad,” he said. “If Sukuna wanted, he would’ve killed us on the spot. Even if I wasn’t injured and tired, it would be easy for him to kill us.” You nodded. “So, you tell me because you apparently know him.”

“Earlier, the reincarnation thing he talked about,” you said. “Maybe I am a reincarnation of the woman he loves. I’ve been having dreams and visions. I’m in them. All of them, Kento. All of them with Sukuna. And in them, he’s isn’t what we learned he is. As if he’s a human and not a curse nor a demon.”

“You’re taking a liking to him,” Nanami said. Your eyes were wide and Nanami chuckled softly. “I do like you a lot, but if the version of you now have some feelings towards him, I’m not stopping something that’s meant to be.”

“I—“. You shyly looked away. “What can we do?”

“I don’t know. I know Itadori-kun would love to give him a chance of becoming a human. However, I don’t know how to even start with that,” Nanami said. “I would say he’s putting up an act, but he’s so strong that he doesn’t have to do all of that.”

“The man has no patience,” you said. You crossed your legs and arms, irritably looking away. “Always so demanding, I had to put him in his place. You know, back then, he immediately beheads those that just even question him. He almost did it to me. I questioned his request and it was the first time I’ve seen him so angry. But even angrier when he stopped himself from…killing…me.” You slowed down when you finally realized that you were talking about the past. You blushed and looked at Nanami. “Kento, it’s—“

“Don’t fight it, Y/N. He cares for you and you care for him. You want to give him a chance because deep down, you being a reincarnation, you still love him too. You’re just not how you are back then. How were you back then?”

“Quiet, more submissive, more emotional. I hated violence to the point Sukuna starved himself from humans because he knows that I hate it when he does that. I had to go out to town with Uraume-san when he does that. Sukuna and I are polar opposites but we compromise well.”

“You’re not quiet,” Nanami said. “You’re pretty stubborn and you don’t let your emotions get to you. And yet, Sukuna is still determined for you. Look, it’s against every rule of sorcery to do this, but I will help. Once I’m discharged, I’ll help Itadori-kun free him.” Your eyes widened and sudden tears formed in your eyes.

“I owe you so much, Kento,” you said. Nanami smiled, his hand reaching to your hand and rest on top of it.

“Anything for you to be happy. You’re one of my best friends,” he confessed.

“You know what, whenever you’re ready for the dating game, I’m your wingwoman.” Nanami chuckled.

“I’ll keep that in mind. It be better than Gojo-san being my wingman. He gets over the top with things.” You laughed and nodded.

It was now December. You watched as small snowflakes slowly fell from the sky. You were at the school, busy with paperwork that you ended being behind on. As you wrote on one hand, your other held on to the pendant tightly. You felt something, something strange every time you held it. The only thing bringing you back to reality was the soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” you replied. You watched as Shoko and Utahime entered inside. Your smiled brightened. “Here to visit, Utahime-chan?”

“Of course,” she answered. “I haven’t seen you guys since the incident.”

“Shoko-chan, did Kento and Itadori-kun return from their mission yet?” you asked.

“Not yet but Gojo did tell me that they should return back in a few days,” Shoko answered.

“What are they doing?” Utahime asked. You and Shoko shrugged your shoulders.

“You two here to help me escape from paperwork?” you asked.

“Duh! I’m more important than the paperwork,” Utahime answered with a wink. You laughed, placing the files back in a folder before grabbing your things. “I heard of this new Bistro that opened. Let’s check it out.”

The three of you chatted, even when the food arrived. You’ve caught Utahime with everything that’s been happening after the incident: Sukuna, the necklace, and reincarnation.

“So, we’re your reincarnated friends,” Utahime stated. You nodded. “I’ve read a lot on it. It’s an interesting topic. Especially with family members when they think another generation of a child is a reincarnated version from someone in the past.”

“So, you believe in it?” you asked curiously.

“I actually do. What Sukuna said can be true. He may be an evil curse, but I believe he’ll always state the truth. He loves to be right.”

“It could be like that red string of fate tale, too,” Shoko mentioned. “It’s those type of love stories I tend to hear about every now and then.”

“Look, if you got him wrap around your finger, you better make sure he doesn’t kill us,” Utahime said, her finger wagging up in the air. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“He didn’t in the last life, that I believe,” you said. “Now, we need to find a girl for Kento.”

“What kind of girls does he like?” Utahime asked. You shrugged.

“Someone similar to you,” Shoko said. “Maybe more stubborn.”

“Who’s more stubborn than her?”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s true!”

“Not completely! Maybe he needs someone quiet.”

“Clumsy.”

“Dependent!”

“No independent!”

“I have someone in mind.” The three of you jumped and looked up to find Gojo.

“Such a stalker,” Utahime said as she rolled her eyes.

“What? I heard you’re in the city! How can I not be here to bask in your presence?!” With Utahime’s bickering with Gojo, you quietly gasped. You noticed Shoko look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” Shoko asked, giving Gojo and Utahime your attention. Your hand reached to your pendant.

“I felt something,” you said.

“Sukuna?” Gojo asked. You nodded.

“But, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s…strong.”

You arrived straight home after your outing with the three of them. You quickly showered and dressed in something comfortable for the evening, a pair of shorts and an oversized crew neck. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and you sat in your living room while trying to find something to watch.

“Holy fuck!” you yelled when loud knocking was present at your door. You ran quietly to the door and peeked up at the peephole. Your eyes widened and you swiftly opened the door. “S-Sukuna…”

He didn’t look any different. His hair stilled spiked up, hair color was now black instead of pink like Yuji’s. His crimson red eyes remained on you, watching you observe him. He was tall, that was for sure. You were probably two heads shorter than he was. He wore black pants, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket to keep him warm. Black boots. A chain bracelet and necklace to accessorize.

“No…wait…you’re not—“

“It’s me, little flower.” His voice was still the same. So soft spoken just for you. Tears automatically blurred your vision. You brought him to your arms, your face buried in his chest as you cried.

“Sukuna…” You felt strong arms envelop you. He slowly brought you two inside and gently closed the door behind you. “H-How…?”

“Nanami Kento and the young boy did their research,” he said. “It was risky but it worked.”

“You didn’t do anything to them to them, did you?” you automatically asked. Sukuna huffed.

“If I did, it risked my chance of being with you,” he answered. “Can I go in and sit?” You nodded.

“Take your shoes off.”

“Yes, little flower.”

“Sit on the couch, I’ll make us some tea.”

“Which one do I like?”

“Green tea. Straight up. You hate sweets unlike me. You always rolled your eyes at me whenever I requested for sweets, nonetheless, you still go out to gather any sweet cravings I have.” You heard a chuckle.

“You remember.”

“How could I forget, my lord.”

“What did I say about you addressing me that way?”

“You hate it,” you answered and stuck your tongue out at him. Sukuna sighed and took a seat on the couch. He sighed in content. He never thought some sort of furniture would be this comfortable. He eyed around your apartment. Everything around was so new and…intriguing?

“You’ll need to teach me about this time,” Sukuna said. “Especially this technology crap. I could’ve killed anyone who was about to run me over because they were busy on their phones while driving.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you, though. I was going to somehow break out of this immortal shit.”

“And your power?”

“I’m still powerful. I can feel it,” Sukuna said. “But…fuck, do you always need me to tell you these things?”

“I like direct answers, Sukuna! That never changed!”

“Tsk.” You returned with two cups of tea. “I promised you, didn’t I?”

“Still not a direct answer I wanted.”

“Fucking woman…” You giggled. A sound that perked his ears and that he missed so much. “I would do anything and everything to be with you, little flower. I’ll even stop being this powerful and evil person for you. Though, I would hope you would still let me.”

“Only within reason, you ass.”

“Woman!”

“I’m stating the truth.”

“Heh, you always do. That’s why I always kept you around too. I remember the first day meeting you.”

“When I was scared shitless because I thought you were going to kill me after we had sex.”

“I don’t like random women caressing my face after!”

“Mister evil demon lord,” you mumbled as you took a sip of your wine. Your eyebrows raised when he chuckled. You couldn’t help but smile. “So…you’re human now.” You watches him nod. “Is it—well…does it suck?”

“Do you want to be with me?” He watched you blush, a huge satisfaction in his end. “I’ll take it as a yes. So no, it doesn’t suck.”

“B-But why? Why am I that worth it for you, Sukuna?” you asked curiously.

“I’m not a good guy,” he said. “I still don’t like like humans. But, you were the best human I’ve met and—you’re purposely trying to make me give you a direct answer.”

“Quit beating around the bush.”

“Quit being weak—eek!” Sukuna pulled you in his arms, holding on to the tea cup so you wouldn’t spill anything on you.

“The first time I saw you crying, I knew it was when I need to keep you around. God, I hated that vulnerable feeling when I first saw those tears. And…I-I’d rather be a mortal human if that means we can be together and have time together again in the next life.” He looked at you. He looked at the soft smile your formed. A smile just for him that he was dying to see.

“So…am I any different now than I was a thousand years ago?” you asked.

“More stubborn, definitely not as innocent as you kill curses now, and not as delicate and fragile. But your soul remains the same and I still love you for still being who you are.”

“You know I can’t say that I love you yet,” you said. You noticed the rare fear in his eyes. “But, I’m willing to try. Having you in my life and see where things go.”

“Then, if that’s what my Queen wants, that’s what she’ll get.”

“You really would do anything and everything for me huh? Like, you’re wrapped around my finger type of love?”

“Silly human.”

“You’re human now too.”

“Still.” You couldn’t help but laugh. You leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

“It does feel good though. Being together with you.” You felt the grip on his arms tighten.

“I missed it. So damn much. Now…” Sukuna’s eyes eyed on the remote controller on the coffee table. He reached over for it and handed it to you. “Explain this device.”

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 (ur here!) / Part 3

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Hyrule, Time, Fierce Deity, Twilight, Warriors

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda - OG game, Zelda II: Adventures of Link):

Lost easily, obviously, you know this

What you didnt know was that its very easy to get lost with him

Bc he's so excited/curious for new sights he doesnt give any fucks abt where he is, so it devolves into that "wait, I thought YOU were leading us there?? Then where tf are we??!!" very quickly

Does feel bad he stressed u out smtimes but he somehow manages to get into such wild shit that Hyrule's kinda preoccupied being confused/amazed/finding his way out, or any combo of these situations (once again, usually with you unfortunately)

Is the luckiest when it comes to getting lost or anything to do with "natural" things

Like he heard u rlly like this one fruit? Accidentally gets lost all day and panics all the Links + You until he shows up at midnight with a shirtful of them

("I found a few fruit trees/plants in the woods while wandering! I tried to grab a few for you and before I knew it, it was dark, sorry...")

Likes learning little skills from other people, like learning how to do makeup from Legend, or how to spot collections of rupees the Minish have left somewhere from Four, or how walk on any terrain from Wind (good at walking on a ship, on land, climbing etc)

More of a "sunset" hiker than a "sunrise" one

Likes to do your hair! Whether that be braiding, putting accessories (he handmade shhh) thruout it, or helping with hair maintenance, likes how strangely intimate but domestic it feels together with you (u return the favor ofc)

(All the other heroes are looking at you both like kicked puppies jfcccc🙄)

Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask):

Gets anxious if he's late to things, likes being fashionably early (or ungodly, when u let him get away with it)

Has absolutely been that meme from Parks and Recreation where he's like "Alright. I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Who broke it?"

(Abt the coffee pot for the camp)

Knowing full and well-

"I broke it. It burnt my coffee for the 3rd morning in a row, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a moblin head on a stick. ...good. It was getting a little chummy around here."

MF LOVES GOSSIP (wouldn't admit this even at swordpoint)

Wars has absolutely been the person in the meme of:

Wars: "...why would you tell me this??"

Time: "Bc no one will ever believe you."

Wars: ...😦

Has a resting bitch face and knows it, actively cultivates it, scary dog privileges for you,

Type to take ur side in whatever situation ur in, even when Time has no idea whats going on, always, without question <3

The same height as First, (Twi's a close 2nd), and feels most secure when the 3 of you are at the front of the group, but First/Time are slightly in front of you

Like ur literally the person walking their 2 huge scary doobermans/mastiffs one leash in each hand basically 💀

(Once again, Link is deeply comforted by ur voice just over his shoulder/just hearing u even without seeing you)

Very subtly sarcastic, u dont even know he made a dig at you until 3-5 business days later

Likes ur sarcasm more than anyone else's in the group, or even his own lol

Fierce Deity (Majora's Mask):

Likes music, any music (amused at drunk karaoke)

Casually cradles ur arms or back whenever ur falling asleep/tripping/being clumsy near him

Very warm and smoothed calloused hands

Thinks abt what he's about to say so hard/long, that the conversation's moved on by like, 3 rounds/subject changes by the time he's actually ready to talk

Scolds ppl (in like a sentence) who neglect their needs, like sleeping/eating/hygiene

Finds peace in nature, if hes ever upset, u can bet he's already taking a walk by a stream

Likes teaching u/other Links little skills he has, its nice to feel appreciated/needed for something other than fighting or big moments

He falls in love with small moments, like the first time u made them all a dessert recipe from ur world, or repaired First's scarf (for the millioneth time) and bc everyone had gotten their clothes scratched up, everyone needed repairs so most Links were sewing smth lol

Enjoys watching ppl experience smth for the first time, or even himself exp smth for first time

Fierce smiled fully for the first time when you got into the mountain hot springs in Wild's Hyrule for the first time and were super excited

Also the type to hold ur hand while stepping in to make sure u dont fall, or just subtly boost a Link that was abt to fall from climbing smth

Like for being the tallest, he's surprisingly sneaky, the energy of the biggest cat in the house yet somehow also the quietest

Does that thing where someone takes ur hand and like massages ur fingers, palm, wrist and shakes them out kinda for you <3

Twilight (Twilight Princess):

Trips UP the stairs.

Cold start LMAO

ok ill be nice to him,, sike

Easy to bully?? U mean that kindly, he's just such a golden retriever sometimes u cant help urself (tho u make sure to reign it in and not take advantage of it so as not to genuninely hurt him)

Lol likes to "herd" his favorite people, like those dogs livestock farmers have u kno that they say end up herding their owners/their family lol

Like making subtle circles around the Chain, wrapping an arm around Hyrule and teasing him to quietly bring him back into the group before he gets lost,

Tugs on Time's armor to slow him down, mf may be in armor head to toe but he'll outpace all of u 💀

Likes to put his hand on ur lower back to guide u back into the group from whatever scenic thing u got distracted by

(so sue you, ur literally in The Legend of Zelda's Hyrule, surrounded by pretty blondes, why tf wouldnt you be distracted all the time??)

The only time he doesnt herd actively is in Ordon, just subconciously lol <3

Terrible sleep schedule, but sleeps like the dead when he does, has collapsed with a limb on top of you and u couldnt escape

Hard time waking up in the morning despite being country boy, who usually have to do chores first thing in morning on a farm

hates/envious of Wild (up at 5am even on days off?? Foul.)

Runs warm, but complains abt a slight breeze?

Would sleep with no covers if it werent for morning dew

Wishes cats liked him more (its the wolf smell)

Twi has the constant energy of a tall person carefully maneuvering around cluttered/low doorways while someone a head shorter runs by him and bounces off of him

U get onto/scold the Links and he's immediately the first to just sit on the ground, or put down whatever he's holding no matter what he's doing LMAO 😭😭

Keeps his eyes on u too the whole time lol

Warriors (Hyrule Warriors):

Cries over romance novels/dramas

A virgo in all stereotypes of the word tbh

Invented the red-string conspiracy theory board before the red-string conspiracy board existed in Hyrule

Also likes to take care of your hair! (What?? He and 'Rulie don't fight over ur hair, that'd be childish, he's not a foolish boy- Hyrule, hand over the brush.👹)

Remembers the little things abt u type of person, like ur favorite drink, ur favorite stories like tv shows/books even if theyre from ur world, ur favorite clothing pieces like shorts vs. pants, etc.

The only Link who can single handedly claim he could take your closet and dress you in something you'd actually wear.

Honestly once he got the hang of it, would get better at dressing you, than you

(Another domestic thing he adores, picking outfits for u/finding that perfect piece of clothing you've been needing lately)

Born to night-owl, forced to morning-bird 😔

Wars wakes up stiff sometimes bc soldier training is sleeping on ur back, hands to ur sides, laying straight in ur bed, so as to fit into bunks/bedrolls close together

It got better as he was promoted to Captain, so he could have his own quarters but its still a hard habit to shake

One of the few Links who works up the courage to genuinely pitfully ask if you'd mind massaging his shoulders again? He slept badly last night, please?? 🥺👉👈

(Ur so weak for pathetic hurting pretty blonde twinks lol)

The most lowkey abt taking care of Chain, but u make sure to take care of him as a gift back, and you've definitely caught him tearing up abt it 💖

☆

Debated writing smth else first but figured this was easy and short and i started it first so youll have to wait like one more post before more Masc Reader stuff guys 😔

Dw its coming, i havent abandoned u my homies out there 🫂

Let me know what u think in the comments of my slight characterizations here!

Im struggling to conceptualize their personalities so thats acc part of why i started to write smaller stuff like this first! :)

Peace out,

🌙

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hi again Ghast °^°, I have a request that be either drabble or hc---you know I dont really care--- for a GN! Reader that struggles with sleep, a very much a "multiple all nighters" type of struggle. Sleeping isn't the hard part however, its the process of actually getting into bed and staying with only them and their thoughts, or be stuck in suffocating slience that leaved them too paranoid to sleep without feeling like they are being watched by someone, or something.

Wally would probably be the first to suggest having a sleep over, out a normal level of concern--or reliability--and he packs for the nines, face care, movies, coloring, painting, board games, books, man probably brought matching pajamas for the both of them. So even if the reader can't manage any sleep, they wont grow bored. Ofc kept it semi-vauge for your personal take on the idea, i cant wait to see what you may produce

-🌼

OHOHO.. MORE SLEEPOVER DRABBLES, YOU SAY..? I am feasting, flower anon- BWAHA /lhj /pos !!

I’m happy to see you again, though!! Hello again to you, too!! :] hehe!!!

Snoozing Soundly

Wally Darling x GN!Reader who struggles with Sleep

Drabbles Format, Relationship can be interpreted by Reader!

CW//There are descriptions of paranoia in this! I will put a red divider between the sections with it, so you can skip it if wished!! Stay safe, lovelies!

It had been days, at this point, since you had last properly slept.

The neighbours had noticed, of course they had— how could they not? From the eyebags painted messily under your eyes; to your staggering, lethargic movements; to your odd times of being out, or being inside your home.. It was pretty easy to piece together. They were worried, of course they were, but none of them were actually—? Very sure what to do about it.. You had begun to struggle even holding a conversation, at certain points— when your energy was especially bad, so asking if you were okay was a bit.. futile.

The first to come up with an idea was Barnaby, actually. He had been helping Wally brainstorm ideas on just what to do to help.

“Why not do a sleepover, or somethin’?” He chirped, idly fiddling with a stick between his paws, “Might help. We dunno why they can’t sleep, aft’r all.”

Wally’s eyes would light up a bit, before his smile grew— ever so slightly.

“That.. is a good idea, Barnaby. Thank you.”

With that, he’d slide over his untouched hot dog, an unspoken ritual between the two, and waved him off.

That following evening, your phone would ring— snapping you out of the half-asleep lull you were in. Your limbs felt achey and burnt, and your head held an ongoing pressure, but you dragged yourself to your feet despite this. Soon, you had grabbed your phone and placed it to your ear— Wally’s voice soon bleeding through it.

“Hello..!! I didn’t.. know if you’d pick up, ha ha ha!” He spoke softly, voice laced with concern. “Are you.. up to anything, tonight?”

You tell him no, but try to express the fact you were too tired to really do anything, if that’s where this was going..

“Oh— no, no..! I wanted to.. maybe propose a sleepover?” Beside him, on his end, he.. may have already packed a bag. Obviously, it’s a bag that can wait, but— he may have gotten a bit excited. “It’s.. okay if not, though, I understand you are tired, friend.”

His voice, albeit still somewhat flat, held genuine understanding— and you mulled over your options; soon agreeing. What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, the company might.. help.. with the constant nagging feeling you had.

TALK OF PARANOIA STARTS BELOW

What had started out as just a few sleepless nights soon quickly spun itself into suffocating paranoia. Each time you laid down, alone with your thoughts, the ebbing feeling you had throughout the day would run over you like a train. Your thoughts would quickly begin to spin out of control, until you felt stamped to your bedsheets. It felt like if you moved you were in danger, and if you stayed? Even more so. Nothing felt safe anymore— not safe from your thoughts, and you weren’t safe from it. It was exhausting, to never feel safe, to always feel watched. Maybe some company, or— hell, even just a distraction at this point, might help.. Your body longed for sleep, but your mind had been snapped into some sort of need for “protection” when there was no call to be protected.

END OF PARANOIA TALK

In just about thirty minutes, Wally had arrived with a little bag at his side. When you opened up the door, he stared up at you with a smile, one seemingly filled with relief.

“Hello, neighbour..!” He spoke with a smile, but to be fair— when didn’t he? “Can I come in?”

Your mind caught up to you, and you buffered. You kind of assumed it’d be at your house, but that hadn’t dawned on you until now. You hadn’t cleaned, you had been too tired to, and now you didn’t really have.. uhm, a chance.

Nervously, you told him yes and stepped aside so he could come in— immediately starting to babble apologies about the mess. Instead, he shook his head, and lightly put a hand on your arm.

“Would.. you like help, to clean? I don’t mind.” His smile softened. “I understand.. that you haven’t, yet.. You’ve been tired, it’s okay.”

No matter how the conversation went from there— you soon found him helping you to tidy up your home. You were on organization duty, and he was on mess/trash duty— which.. these “duties” weren’t directly specified, but it’s just sort of how you two fell into operation. Once finished, he’d just seem to contently place himself in your living room, legs crossed as he waited for you to join him— as he.. stared. Albeit that wasn’t uncommon for him, truly. When you did join him, he’d seem to be idly wiggling his head side to side.

“So..” As he spoke, he was— “discretely”— reaching for the bag he had brought. “I.. might’ve brought.. some stuff..”

From there, he began to rattle off exactly what he had brought— ranging from movies, to some of his art supplies, books, face masks (because of course he, Wally Darling, has face masks— have you seen him??), Monopoly (???), and.. and a set of matching pyjamas.

He had, earlier in the day, rung up Barnaby for suggestions on what to bring for entertainment at a sleepover! Barnaby, from afar, helped him pack— including the matching pyjamas. However, he had meant those as a joke— but Wally did not pick up on this, and instead genuinely brought matching pyjamas. They’re even in your size!!.. where did he get these??-

Very soon, after maybe some pleading from Wally, you were changed into the pyjamas and he was changed into his. He looked very content. From there, you two began to do a range of activities— albeit at a slow pace. Wally never rushed you to move faster or be more energetic, and instead encouraged taking breaks if you needed them!!

By the end of the night, you two had put on some random movie to giggle at on the old television. Wally was sat up, back against the couch as he crossed his legs, idly scribbling in a colouring book he had brought along. You were laid out on the couch, struggling to stay conscious. You felt.. okay. It was pleasant, relaxing even. Though some part of your body still held an ebb of worry— maybe even panic, it felt like it couldn’t reach you here, reach you now. You continued to struggle to keep your eyes open, the movie flipping by in the slow frames of your blinks, until you.. gave up. It was the middle of the night, the sun would rise soon, but you had no clue or care for that, now. You let yourself slip into sleep, ignoring the ebb of poorly-placed panic in your stomach as you did— it couldn’t reach you. You were safe.

Wally watched as you fell asleep, his hand slowing on his messy colouring book scribbling. He smiled a bit, soon sliding the book off his lap and onto the floor— and he stood. Grabbing a blanket nearby, he’d soon drape it over you, murmuring a soft “Goodnight, friend.. sleep well..” as he did. He then sat back down and nabbed the colouring book again. It’s impolite to leave when someone’s sleeping! So he’d be by your side, all the way until you woke up.

Gwgwgegegegg I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS!!! It was fun to write >:] I’m a sucker for sleepover prompts BWAHAHA

Have a lovely day!!

EDIT: Ignore that I forgot a title I’m SILLY

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

you’re genuienly one of my fav writers! may I request the seduce me brothers with an s/o that’s a vampire? or some other supernatural being?

AHH OMG AM I REALLY? THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT ACTUALLY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME OMG 😪😪🫶🫶 i love you forever, Thank you so much for your request!! I hope you enjoy it!! I also decided to include what type of vampire they are. EX: taking inspo from Draculara from Monsrer High, or the Cullens in Twilight!

Warnings: death, blood drinking, implied smut,

Navigation!!! // Masterlist!!!

James:

You’re a regular vampire ( Dracula Coded )

He could sense it off of you, it was painfully obvious you were hungry

It was pretty dark out, and the club he was in was equally as dark

You don’t approach anyone, but others do approach you

You’re noticeably older, but not by much, maybe late 20’s early 30’s

In human years…

James decides to go over to you, what’s the worst that can happen? everything

Luckily for him you recognize that scent, and after a few drinks you’re both off to some cheap hotel room

It starts with a one night stand, one James usually doesn’t do, but you draw him in so easily it’s hard to resist

He doesn’t let you go, he refuses too

You two sneak off into small alleyways, hidden in the shadows where you’re safe

Usually if you ever go out it’s with an umbrella or long sleeve

rainy days with you are perfect for him >>

likes going to blood parties with you, which is just a fancy dance vampires have every few months

he’s seen you drink blood, he doesn’t partake in it, but he does feel better knowing you aren’t hungry

doesn’t condone you hunting humans but also doesn’t try very hard to stop you so ;)

Erick:

( Victorian Vampire )

Met at a demon ball

He was HOOKED when he saw you

He thought you were drinking wine until he saw how much it stained your lips and cup

He’s naturally flirty, and so are you

You two talk for hours about other worldly food is so much better than human food

He’s so sad when you leave :( but he gets excited when you appear in a library the next day

Cue him finding out you can travel through shadows and paintings ?!?!?!

Thinks it’s so cool and absolutely asks you out on a date

you go to a rave party when he watches you hunt

he’s in love

he helps you hide the body

he’s gonna marry you

Sam:

( Twillight based )

He met you on the bus …

not the most romantic but it was late at night and you were hungry

he watched you devour the bus driver

Of course you didn’t try to attack him but you acted like everything was normal afterwards

just casually started talking to him with blood all over you and he’s like ??? bitch wtf but like in a hot way

pulls the “ so you have plans later?” knowing damn well you don’t

you two end up having a one night stand, and the strength battle between you two is steamy ~

he does see you again though, it’s on his way home from work

he sees a dead body, he also sees you, he now sees nothing wrong and dismisses the complaints of noise, who ever knew? not him that’s for sure

you two hunt imps or animals a lot, you make a game out of it

he likes that you can be outside with him

shine bright like a diamond

Matthew:

( Draculara coded )

met at a bakery

you wanted a cupcake and Matthew asked if you needed help with balancing the cupcake and holding your umbrella together

it’s 80 degrees out

when you hand him the umbrella you step in the shade, and he follows slightly

you make small talk with him and he tells you he’s on the hunt to try all the bakery’s in the city to find the best cupcakes

you tell him the best bakery burnt down in 1857 and he’s like … come again?

he knew you weren’t human but vampire was not what he was expecting

panicked and thought you were gonna bite him

you did not bite him

he likes that you’re vegan though

at least you two can eat together, as long as it’s inside and not with a lot of sunlight through the windows

probably the most cautious about blood being around you

Damien:

( psychic vampire )

he actually loves that you can communicate telepathically

you also help with his headaches which he really appreciates

you two met under a bridge

he saw you kill someone and was like um… no thank you !!

but he did decide to give you a chance, he’s seen enough death one by a pretty vampire wouldn’t hurt

probably cuts himself on purpose for you

you don’t take the blood because you know it wasn’t an accident

he calms your bad behavior sometimes, messing with people’s minds and stuff

you help get rid of his mind reading powers

he loves you forever >>

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Nights Like This

Summary: Neymar gets injured and Leo’s there to comfort him

Pairings: Neymar x Messi, Neymessi

Tags: hurt/comfort, kinda angsty

Quick authors note: Sorry if there’s any typos. English isn’t my first language and I haven’t written anything in half a year. I hope y’all like it though. It’s also my first fanfic ever so please don’t hesitate to comment what you think. Slightly ambiguous relationship so this can also be read as platonic or romantic. Also shout out to @kevjrr for inspiring me to write something 🫶🏾

The night air felt cool on his skin as he sunk down to the edge of the pool. A low hiss escaped his lips as he lowered his aching ankle gently into the water. It buzzed with pain that he felt reverberate through his body, catching his breath in his lungs. Slowly he began to relax as the water lulled the ache to faint whispers of rough tackles and even rougher recoveries.

Neymar had always tried not to give in too much thought to his injuries. Yes they were difficult to overcome but they were also frequent. This lead to him repeatedly pushing the thoughts and fears of never playing again aside to the back of his mind. Preferring rather to focus on getting better and playing as soon as possible. But it was nights like this. When the sun had gone down and the only observer was the watchful eye of the moon. When there were no prying eyes poking and prodding at the mask he so carefully crafted and maintained to fool himself into sanity. Nights like this where he finds himself in a more foreign than usual country that the doubts start to creep in. They come like thieves in the night under the guise of fleeting thoughts he lamely promises he won’t dwell on.

But he does. That’s all he does. The nagging feeling of guilt and shame for allowing himself to be injured again gnaws at the edges of his mind fueled by the slight hum of his swollen ankle. He hunches over as he tries to focus on something else. Anything else. His eyes sting with the heat of frustration as he remembers the events of the previous nights game. One of the opposing players running full speed towards him in his peripheral before sliding into full contact with his legs.

For a second everything seemed to slow down. The roar of the 80,000 screaming voices shoved its way into his ears as he felt the ground being knocked out from under him. The studs of the players boots ground into the already tender flesh of his skin. He had no chance to catch himself as his body slammed into the wet pitch head first and began sliding away from the force of the tackle. The rain made the grass extra slippery and he let out an inaudible scream as he felt every blade of grass carry his body along the pitch.

A tear fell from Neymar’s eye and he watched with disdain as it landed on his thigh right below where he’d pulled up his shorts and slowly trailed down his grass burnt skin and into the pool. He faintly recalled the red card being flashed. Then another as Sergio pushed the perpetrator violently to the ground. It all felt hazier and cloudier the more he thought about it. The pain being so overwhelming he could barely breathe but one thing was clear as day; Leo. His Leo. Soft browns stared into teary pools of swirling greens and pleading browns. Begging to be okay before Neymar could even register what had happened.

“Ney, are you okay? Just focus on me, okay?” Leo’s voice was softer than usual in his ears. Pushing the shouts of the crowd out and instead filling his head with thoughts of him. Leo, Leo, Leo. It would have been relaxing if not for the evident worry and urgency Neymar had become too accustomed and familiar with over the years. He ran his fingers through Neymar’s wet hair as his other hand made work of intertwining their fingers in a tight comforting grip. But for the first time it wasn’t enough. Something was wrong, he could tell. And the look in Leo’s eyes confirmed his suspicions.

Neymar tried to get up. There was still 30 minutes left and they were still drawn 2-2. He had to get up. His mind still crackled with the adrenaline of the game and the heat of the collision with the ground but his body groaned and refused to cooperate with his movements. He couldn’t feel anything but his body felt so alive for all the wrong reasons. Sensing his restlessness and growing panic Leo shushed him and placed the hand that he been running through Neymar’s hair to his chest pushing him back down. It felt heavy on his skin the warmth being the only thing keeping his thundering heart from escaping his body and staying on the pitch where it belonged.

He vaguely remembered the medics arriving after Kylian had shouted for them before being lifted onto the stretcher and being carried off the pitch. His hand tingled as it slipped out of Leos. It itched with the memory of Leo’s warm fingers rubbing small, slightly rough patterns into it before he blacked out.

Neymar wished he’d stop replaying the incident as he closed his eyes feeling another tear fall right next to where the other one did. He turned his face to the moon as his lip began to quiver with emotion. He could feel himself being dragged under the fullness of his emotions. He was tired of fighting them and he let himself be consumed. Consumed by the expectations, the guilt, the fear and every other feeling he tried to bury. All the feelings he so neatly folded and placed in the recesses of his mind came surging forwards. They spilled out in waves that cascaded freely down his cheeks and quiet whimpers only the moon held privy to. The weight of all the injuries he tried to convince himself he could overcome single-handedly sat of his heart weighing it down in his chest. And in that moment as his arms blindly prodded and rubbed at his bare chest he thought of Leo. He hadn’t seen him since his hand had slipped out of his grasp and Neymar found himself yearning for that hand to warm him up as he clawed angrily at his reddening, aching chest.

“Ney?” He heard faintly from inside his house. His heart soared and plummeted at the same time. No he must have been losing his mind in his state of delirium. But there it was again. “Ney?” Still soft but slightly louder. Neymar was happy that Leo was here truly but he couldn’t let him see him like this. He opened his eyes and splashed some of the pool water on his face as he heard the soft steps of Leo’s shoes. He bit back any sobs that threatened to rise and waited with baited breath as Leo finally emerged from the back door.

“Hey,” Leo sighed softly, a slight smile on his lips.

And maybe it was the look in his soft eyes or maybe the way the moonlight bounced of the skin of his face and arms making him appear more beautiful than usual but suddenly Neymar couldn’t take it anymore. Once again soft browns looked back into stormy eyes of pleading greens and swirling browns before a single choked sob escaped Neymar’s mouth. He looked away from Leo and closed his eyes as his arms came to wrap around himself. His body trembled and shook as fast feet sped to his side. Kneeling next to him, Leo gathered Neymar up in his arms. The heat from his body and his strong arms warmed Neymar’s shivering body. He was tense, still huddled in on himself refusing to face Leo or open his eyes.

“Why are you here?” He manages to croak out of his hoarse throat.

Leo stayed silent.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Neymar whispers.

“Why not?” Leo questions back in a matching whisper. He tries rubbing his bare torso in an attempt to warm him up but Neymar still stayed tense and on edge.

“I can’t let you see me like this,” he mumbles back barely audible against the sound of the slow chirping crickets, “so unhappy. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle a simple injury.” He adds hesitantly under a low breath. But it isn’t simple. Not this time. They both know it.

Leo’s heart ached. Seeing his Ney who shone brighter than the sun now sound so vulnerable and small in the pale glow of the moonlight made his chest feel lead lined and heavy. He looked at the shaking man in his arms and ran a hand down the column of his spine feeling each protruding ridge before running his hand back up the bruised skin of his ribs and resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Ney look at me,” he pleaded gently, just like he had on the pitch. Neymar turned to face him but his eyes remained closed. Leo pressed a kiss into his hair before speaking into it. “You feel this?” He asked as he gently peeled one of Neymar’s protective arms from his lithe frame before bringing the hand up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers then placing the hand on his chest. Right above his heart. It thrummed steady and strong under the gentle weight of Neymar’s touch. “It beats just like yours. With every victory, every loss. Every happy moment and every tear shed. You share your joy so freely yet you guard your tears but you shouldn’t have to. You’re human, I don’t expect you to be happy all the time.” He paused momentarily as he covered Neymar’s hand with his own. “What that player did to you was inexcusable and you shouldn’t feel like you have to hold back your sorrow from me. You’ve been so strong all these years and I wouldn’t think any less of you for being unhappy after everything. So please don’t be scared of me. It’s just me. Just Leo.”

Neymar blinked open bleary eyes that seemed more brown than green and looked up into Leo’s eyes that gazed back full of love and understanding. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted to as he melted into Leo’s arms burying his face into his neck. He focused on his low whispers of “I got you” and his gentle ministrations on his skin and just Leo. Heavy sobs and even heavier tears escaped his eyes and glided over his cold nipped cheeks as he wrapped the arm that wasn’t on Leo’s chest around Leo’s waist. He cried all his guilt and anger out as he let Leo press him closer into his body and allowed his hand to be trapped between their two hearts.

Leo pressed soft kisses on his neck and face and held him tighter as his sobs quieted and his tears subsided. Leo’s knees began to ache in this kneeling position but it didn’t matter as he heard his Ney relax into occasional slow, shuddering breaths. He began to pull away to get a better look at him but stopped as he felt the hand over his heart grip tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“Please…don’t go,” Neymar muttered doubtfully as he waited in fear for Leo to stand up and brush him off but instead he pulled him closer to his chest and shifted Neymar on top of him as he lay down next to the pool.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered soothingly into Neymar’s ear as he wrapped his hoodie around Neymar’s exposed half.

And as they lay there under the silver glow of the moonlight, they were just Leo and Ney. His Leo and his Ney; two hearts beating in tandem.

[twizzie-lairs]

Hello! I love your account so much and admire all your work, I really want to start doing this stuff but don't know where to start, I'm good with writing and art but I've been slightly burnt out lately and a lot less creative at the moment, I've posted about asks and etc,

If you have any advice then I would really appreciate it, don't have to though obviously!

-Anon

Hi Anon!

First of all, thank you so much for the love- I really appreciate it so much <3

Burnout sucks, and especially as creatives (and just humans in general), it's always unavoidable to some extent. So don't ever put yourself down because of it or feel bad about it, we all go through it in some way, shape, or form honestly!

I would say there's two approaches you could take to this, both of which are equally viable and I myself have done both before as well.

The first being, just take a break and do what you DO enjoy right now or whatever gives you the most satisfaction. If that's just bingeing some youtube or netflix shows while eating your favorite snacks, so be it! You need to recover and that's a-okay to do for a while! The passion and inspiration will always inevitably spark again, so if you just have to bide your time until that happens, then there's nothing wrong with just living life and enjoying what you do in the present- everyone's healing process is different.

The second approach is to just keep making things even if you feel like it's garbage and hate it (this piece of advice I remember hearing Arin talk about when watching an episode of something Game Grumps related). I remember he talked about that he just had to keep forcing himself to trudge through it and create the garbage, create the trash, because he could keep making excuses if he's not feeling inspired and putting it off- or he could choose to pick up the pencil (or whatever instrument you use to create) and keep working through the creative block to get that "trash" out of his system. So that's another way you could think about it too!

Hope that helped Anon :) <3

[rosebushstuff]

The Bitch With The Same Name As Me

Francis was sitting in class, bored out of his mind. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled brown hair, which he hadn't combed because, well, he woke up 30 minutes before school started and he'd somehow rushed here in a not-so-good mood. So there he sat, in the classroom, staring at his desk. There was nothing particularly interesting about the greenish-blue colour of the wooden table, but Francis stared anyway, thinking about his history homework and how he really didn't give a shit about World War II.

Francis was starting to doze off, tired after a lot of work (if work means playing video games until 3 in the morning), when suddenly he heard a noise. He looked up and saw a blonde-haired man wearing blue-tinted sunglasses entering the room. It took him a second to realise it was PC Principal, and a slight bout of irritation flared up in his mind. After all, that was the guy who'd consider anything you said a microagression, and Francis thought of him to be nothing more than an annoying tryhard piece of shit. "What's the guy got to say this time?", he thought to himself.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat before going on. "Kids, you all should know that this weekend is the special-ed science fair. And, uh..." PC Principal flipped through a document before looking back up again. "Someone called Francis Myers has been selected to be one of the judges at the science fair. Is there a Francis Myers in this class?"

Francis, on hearing his name, jumped up. "Uhh, I'm Francis Myers." He said sheepishly.

"Alright then. Please show up at the venue of the science fair at 11:30 AM on Saturday, and don't be late." He said, before leaving the classroom, and leaving an extremely bummed out Francis behind.

Fucking bullshit...

On Saturday, Francis was at the science fair, waiting for it to begin. He felt...bored. Mind-numbingly bored. That was something Francis felt often, but now he was feeling it ten times worse than he usually did, when he suddenly saw somebody walking up to him. Francis blinked a few times and looked at the person.

It was a girl, with short red hair, and she was wearing a pristine-white lab coat. Her blue eyes met Francis's hazel green, and for the first time ever Francis felt his heart skip a beat. What the fuck?

"Hi." The girl said to him, and Francis snapped out of his slightly lovestruck daze. "Hey." He replied back in a tone he hoped was chill enough for the girl to think he was cool. "You're one of the judges at the science fair, right?"

"Yes...I am." He said, but he was distracted by how... cute she was. She has little freckles underneath her eyes, one of which was squinted, and she had red hair. Francis always had a thing for redheads, although he'd dated a few brunettes before, and the red complimented her face perfectly, but just as Francis was looking at her like a lost puppy, she said something again.

"What's your name?"

Francis had almost forgotten his name for a second because of the slight nervousness he felt but he went ahead anyway. "It's, uh, Francis. Yeah." He sputtered, and the girl giggles a little. "Oh, wow, my name's Francis too. Nice to meet you, Francis."

"... Nice to meet you too, Francis." He said, and the girl laughed again. Francis couldn't help but think her laugh was sweet.

Just then, the science fair began, and Francis went to judge the projects.

There were tons of them, ranging from an impressive machine that could use solar energy and convert it into battery to charge electric cars, to a piece of...burnt toast. Someone called Mimsy had submitted that, and Francis rated it a 1. Francis was starting to feel that sense of boredom again, when suddenly that pretty red-haired girl walked up and showed her project off. It was kind of basic - a Coke and Mentos volcano, and the two other judges rated it a 5, but seeing her bright, radiant smile as she explained her project was enough for Francis to rate her a 10.

Francis, (the red-haired girl, to be precise) beamed at her rating, but...she didn't win. Some kid called Jimmy did. She seemed slightly dissapointed, and Francis noticed that. He walked up to her and tried to break the ice.

"Uh...hey. You look kinda sad." He said. "Don't worry, there's always next time. I think your project is pretty cool."

"Really?" She perked up. "Thanks."

Francis decided to bite the bullet and ask her out. "So...uh...any plans later today?" He said, his eyes darting around the room nervously, but surprisingly..

"No, not really." She said. This was his chance!

"Wanna go to the movies with me later today?" He said. He'd have to use that extra ticket for Francis, making a mental note to apologise to Brimmy..."It's a Terrance and Phillip movie, so, I get if you don't want to-"

"Are you kidding? I love Terrance and Phillip! Of course I'll go!" She said. Francis noticed the slight blush on her face, and he smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Suddenly, she said something again. She tucked a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear before going on. "Uh... this is the first time a guy has asked me out before." She said.

"Really?" He tilted his head in curiosity. "You're a pretty girl. I wonder why." Francis's face became just as red as her hair. "You're way too nice, Francis." She half-whispered.

Maybe judging at the science fair wasn't that bad after all.

Wow, to be honest I didnt expect someone to make a fanfic based on one of my posts but thanks!

[dcggersedge]

sleepy, domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast ( and then they were roommates... )

"I, I don't—" He scrapes the burnt egg from the bottom of the pan, grumbling. "I used butter... it wasn't enough? Was the heat too high? What—"

Cooking should not have been this hard. Was he really that bad? Maybe his dad was right when he joked about him being so terrible that he'd burn water...

A flash of maroon passes in the corner of his eye, and he scoffs. At least Yunaka would find some fun in it. She always did. "Morning. You wouldn't happen to be in the mood for sausage and..."

He continues scraping the pan, "Burnt eggs, would you? A little scrambled, plenty crispy. Pretty gourmet stuff. I hear it's an acquired taste."

kissing meme | Accepting!

She can smell the burning before she reaches the kitchen. She really needs to convince Dee to let the war go.

She walks in yawning, stretching her arms up above her head. The smoke alarm isn't screaming yet, that's a good sign. She makes her way over to the window and slides it open while he recites the menu.

She doesn't comment on how there's almost always something at least a little burnt on the menu. Like she'd do any better.

Risk of the alarm averted, Yunaka wanders over to witness the destruction first hand. He holds the pan and spatula like weapons, but Yunaka doesn't feel too worried when she leans against his back. If she uses him as a shield, she's fine, yeah? Totally. And the arms she wraps around his waist are just. Immune. Yeah.

"Whatever you say, DeeDee." Peeking around him, they definitely just look like regular ass burnt eggs. But she's not gunna complain when she's getting a "free" meal outta the arrangement. "You might even say I'm...eggs-cellently in the mood." She makes a finger gun gesture, then tries not to flinch when her finger bonks the edge of the stove. "Ow."

She should be helping out, probably...but she's comfortable where she is. Her eyes close and she can feel the shifting of Dee's muscles under her cheek while he plates the breakfast. Is it weird that it's comforting? Probably. He knew she was weird when he let her move in.

She hears the sound of the stove shutting off and lets out a big sigh. Alright, up and at 'em. She pushes herself upright again and stretches her arms out above her, wiggling her fingers in Dee's direction. "C'mere!"

Patience of a saint, he follows her request, and Yunaka is able to grin up at him when she links her fingers behind his neck and pulls him down for a kiss.

(A game started at...some point, that she was surprised he even went along with. Kiss the cook. Whoever makes the meal, wins the prize. Rewards for maybe one day learning not to burn all their damn eggs.)

Yunaka laughs and bumps her forehead against his. "Thanks for breakfast. You'll get 'em next time, big guy."

(Their meals are always a little burnt somewhere. Or too salty. Or slightly overcooked. It's the most fun Yunaka's ever had cooking in her life.)

[zombeebunnie]

Game development Trembling Essence update:

Hello and welcome new followers, it's been a while but I am here with another update! :]

Firstly, I just want to keep things transparent and catch people up to date for those that might not of seen my previous explanation for this delay and/or are new here.

I was very hesitant on making any new update posts because I wanted my original play tester who's been here since the beginning to look at everything first so I patiently waited. I didn't want to give out false expectations and add bunch of new content/concepts in update posts only to take it out or change it entirely if I couldn't make it work. In the end, my original play tester just couldn't make it so I recently asked someone else. Everything went really well, I had a lot of fun with how they played the game and they were very understanding. Their feedback really helped me when I needed it and I learned a lot from this experience, I am never waiting like that ever again. :]

Anywho, here's how things have been going as far as game development goes:

In my last update post, I was talking about a certain goal point I wanted to achieve and the game got a pretty big update!

I finished all of the morning settings/routes that now lead into day 4, this took a lot of writing and time. There is one specific route that I'm fixing because when my new play tester and I played it straightforward twice, it took a very long time to get through and we still weren't done before we took a break. :,]

There were two new paths that I also finished during all of this. For the first one, I decided to push it later into the game due to certain events happening too early and the second one is an ending which is slightly hidden somewhere. :]

All that'll be needed is minor adjusting, etc because the variables need to line up correctly since some routes can have different outcomes. I'm up for this challenge but it's going to take time to organize.

Here are some of things I fixed along the way:

Slight adjustment to an ending that required a certain trigger

Adjusted certain visual effects happening to early

Cleaned up various grammar mistakes

Fixed certain routes jumping into other routes

Minor fix to backgrounds appearing at the wrong time of day

Adjusted the volume of different background SFX's / Music

Here's one of several things you can eat in the game, can't survive on an empty stomach after all! :]

When it comes to CG's that involve food, my style approach will be a bit different. I was originally going to do realism but those take a very long time to do and after the first few, I got pretty burnt out from them.

Along with that, sometimes you might find things that will aid you along the way! This key is just an example, I don't want to show the other items just yet. :]

I'm also still testing this but I thought about adding a visual effect that appears on your screen when something is causing you to rapidly lose health(?) It's not in full effect right now, just brainstorming it.

Lastly, another thing that's kind of been on my mind once I looked through the routes again is how long they are, I'm not sure how people feel about long visual novels since I consider this one to be a slow burn game. I don't want you to feel as though you have to skip through a lot of the dialog unless you've already seen it, I want it to be fun and not feel like it's dragging on. I really would like to hear people's thoughts on this because I honestly don't know.

I think I reached the max I can type here so I'll post the rest in the following update post next week but overall,

Thank you guys for being patient and understanding. I wholeheartedly appreciate the support and encouragement! :]

[listenerslanguage]

Head cannons for if you lived in the neighbourhood in 'Welcome home!'

You somehow ended up in the neighbourhood. Lucky you!

I believe when you're living there, no day will be boring!

Since their world revolves around a children's show, there must be something happening.

For example, Wally trying to figure out what to paint, Sally putting on a show or Frank trying to find a new kind of butterfly. The fun never ends.

Everyone wants to help others, so the problems always get resolved!

If you can carry heavy stuff, you will help Howdy with carrying boxes to his shop, making the trips faster and getting to have a nice chat with you during it!

I don't think it matters if you can or cannot draw, Wally will invite you to paint with him no matter what!

If you can't draw, he would find it quite funny to see what you end up painting. He doesn't mean it in a bad way, but he can't help a (slow) laugh.

If you're good, you both could create beautiful art! There might even be a competition on who is better...

Frank is kind of a cold person, but he gets warmer up to people, even if he doesn't show it.

If you're in the mood, he will absolutely be happy to talk about his research and findings on butterflies.

Heck, if you know something about them, don't be scared to share!

I feel like Barnaby likes to mess with people.

He likes getting reactions from people because it makes him laugh!

Of course, you are no exception. He will say horrible jokes to make you laugh or groan at how bad they are, or tell jokes when you're supposed to be quiet to see you try to keep the laugh in and look at him annoyed.

Julie would be happy to play with you just as much as she loves playing with everyone else.

If you have any game ideas, she would be happy to hear them! Especially if you used to live far away with with a different culture.

If you ever see Eddie accidentally drop something or trip, you will always be there to help!

He would be a bit embarrassed, but thank you lots after. He appreciates the help.

Eddie would love to teach you arts and crafts! You would both share different techniques or ideas.

If he forgets something and you remember what it was, he would thank you over and over again. You sometimes wonder how he can forget quite important stuff yet never forget where and when to deliver a letter.

Poppy is known to be afraid of quite a lot of stuff, so you being beside her helps a lot.

"Never hurts to have a neighbour with band aid on hand!"

Sometimes this can be true if you yourself are either clumsy or reckless.

Maybe when you were helping with baking you accidentally burnt yourself or cut your finger ever so slightly.

Poppy would get worried sick and while helping you bandage the injury up tell you the worst outcomes if she doesn't help quick.

Sally let's her imagination run wild, occasionally dragging you with.

If you have enough energy to deal with it, she would put on many shows with you (and of course with others)!

If you can play an instrument, you will (be forced) to add the background music. It would affect the act dramatically. (Maybe she will even make an act about a musician which of course will be you.)

[l0n3lysworld]

Based off of this quote, a sad ass YouTube playlist and my depression :) .If this makes it out of the drafts lmao I hope you enjoy. Please don't steal, translate, or put this anywhere thanks.

"But first! A toast, to Emily. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride! Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? Hm?" -Corpse Bride.(Barkis Bittern)

It happened again yesterday. I swore I'd never do this, i swore I'd never let myself do this. I was stupid enough to tell myself that i wont do the same shit and here I am. Hanging on by a thread, slowly seeing the fibre snap, one by one. Feeling the panic in your chest take over, almost like your ribcage is going to burst. The burning tears, endless soggy jumper sleeves and discarded tissues never seem to be enough. After a while even the softest feather will feel like sand paper and so you let them fall. Drop after drop the salty tears will nestle themselves in the nook and cranny.

After a while the feeling dulls ever so slightly and the shard in my gut wont feel quite so jarring. Seeing him happy, seeing him live his life like nothing happened. Hearing the deafening silence of someone who just didn't care enough to fight or explain.

It makes me feel crazy, delusional even. Am I crazy? The feeling of emptiness has never made me feel so shitty. The feeling of running on empty is a solitude that is indescribable but this? This isn't solitude this is like an invisible hand pulling you under the surface of ice cold water. No matter how hard you fight and kick you eventually get tired. One choice will be made, you'll give up and allow the hand to pull you under or you ask for a life vest and you'll find someone to help you out.

To see the person they leave you for is hard. It becomes an obsession, a game of spot the difference. You'll compare yourself in every way, your hair, eyes, nose, mouth, smile, teeth, body. That'll be all you can think about what do they have that I don't. Are they smarter than me? Are they funnier? Is it because they're not me?

It has an order see, everything has an order when you do it for long enough or at least if you pay attention. First it'll feel like a stab to the gut, it'll hurt and you'll feel confused. Then you'll be angry, either at yourself  or the other person (normally in that order). Followed by a facade of happiness to the people around you, they'll think you're ok and that you're better. And lastly the pain numbs and you'll find the strength to continue either through spite or motivation from the people around you. Or at least that’s my order I'm just generalizing here. We don't all feel the same thing.

If you move on you'll look back and tell yourself i wont do that, never again. For a while it works, you'll remember the pain like it was yesterday and the coldness will wash over you once more. You'll replay it in your head a warning to yourself. See this is what happens when you get too close. If you play with fire don't be surprised when you get burnt.

Eventually it'll happen again. You'll get too close to another and the cycle repeats. Pain, confusion, anger, a lie, contentment, Repeat.

[lgcsaem]

✰ … THE WRAP-UP. final thoughts after a weekend of fun ( solo ).

misaki is not the type to hold grudges— while often childish and sulky, bouts of prolonged anger and resentment are only palpable and pungent in their initial moments before a new distraction easily whisks his negativity away. he's a sponge, as easy to wring dry as he is to soak, more often than not causing those in his general vicinity to experience whiplash to varying extents.

his highs are highs and his lows are lows, but they're never forever, unendingly eager to go, go, go.

maybe that's why, despite his pouty, whinny nature during the earlier hours of the day ( saturday ), misakis demeanor is now lofty, a signature cherish-like grin spread across freshly touched-up lips. for all the challenges he'd lost, a solid two out of three, misaki had had fun, had thoroughly enjoyed his time with his fellow trainees in a way he'd not experienced since spring boys. this was the last day he'd been able to take part in, other schedules conflicting with his availability, but he'd at least been able to experience the thick of it all.

by this point, interviews are a breeze, and he's determined to share his enthusiasm.

"well, why don't we get started— what was your favorite moment from today?"

"finally winning a challenge!" the answer bubbles up without a second thought, his grin widening into something far more joyous, a full laugh following his words. he's in a giggly mood, chipper as he tended to be, well-rested and relaxed after a few days devoid of his usual training routine. "i didn't think i was ever gonna be on a winning team— at first, i thought suddenly changing up groups and becoming part of team young would be more of an advantage for the relay drawing game, but nope." he's still giddy despite the way his brows furrow as he explains. "we weren't as sharp as i thought we'd be . . . but i think that's what made finally winning the quick response game at the very end that much better!"

puffing his chest out slightly, fists settled on his hips in triumph, his lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "i got my redemption!"

"how did you feel about the activities given to your teams?"

brows raising high, misaki finds himself nodding his head resolutely, fringe bouncing in front of his eyes ( his shag was in dire need of a trim ). "getting to play games like this was a lot of fun, especially since it's not something we do all the time." for the most part, trainee life consists of just that— training. shenanigans had are instances made between obligations, and while misaki had become quite the expert at sneaking in silly antics between workshops and lessons, being able to have fun without pause had been a refreshing change of pace. "i liked that they were games i don't play that often, that sort of made it feel like i was learning the rules all over again to up the ante!"

"do you feel like you've gotten closer to anyone thanks to today?"

again, misaki finds himself nodding along, this time far more vigorously. "oh, seyoonie!" the smile that grows on his lips in infectious, pearly whites on full display. "he and i are already good friends, especially because we used to be roommates—" a reality that no longer held true, unfortunately "—but i think we got closer. there's nothing like feeding your bro burnt food you helped make to strengthen your bond!" laughter trickles after he statement, a hand lifting to brush his fringe from out of his eyes. he can still taste the bitter charred flavor the meat he'd prepared left lingering on his palette, but he didn't mind.

"so . . . with saturday over, has your experience today taught you anything new?"

"i'm not the worst cook, i'm just a bad cook." an unexpected chortle sounds from beyond the camera, a stark contrast to the serious look misaki gives the lens pointed his way. he's only able to hold that expression for a moment, however, before his cheeks color a lovely pink with delighted embarrassment. "it's true! i might burn most things, but you can still eat them! they're edible, i swear!" the young boy fidgets in his seat, body unable to fully contain his urge to jump to his feet. cheeks still aflame, he feels himself beginning to calm down, but his grin persists. "also— i made a petty stink about it, but i think . . . losing a bunch is ok, just as long as i win in the end."

[hoardingpuffin]

I am bored so I am gonna rank my DND and other RPG characters I've played thus far from 1 to 10.

Maria the Mafia Bride - 2/10

First ever RPG character I played, and I didn't create her, because that game we all got a randomized character from our GM. Liked the campaign (we were all time travellers from different eras - one other character was a knight from the crusades named Melvin who, through a series of happenstances, ended up wearing one bright red stiletto heel, and another other character was a Dutch ballerina who one-hitted Billy the Kid with her dance skill. Iconic shit), but the character wasn't really my thing.

Jacen, the Troubled Kid - 2/10

This was the second campaign I played and it was sort-of-but-not-really superpowers themed? We all had powers but the universe was kinda weird and nobody really got to do much, especially with our powers? So I kind of never got to explore him in RP and I still am slightly salty about it.

The Nerd - 3/10

I do not remember her name anymore but this was for a Halloween oneshot where we all played American High School archetypes (except for one of our players who chose to be the janitor? Who for some reason hung out with all the teens?). I remember nothing about this oneshot except that everyone was dead at the end and that my character lugged around a huge encyklopedia that she ended up throwing at someone, which I think is neat.

Plush Octopus - 5/10

This was for a super chaotic Toy Story themed oneshot that somehow ended up in bloodshed? I still am not sure how exactly that happened but there was a stint where a toy dragon was being chased into a goldfish tank by the family cat.

Aevetia - 8/10

We played a WoW themed campaign, which was certainly challenging seeing that most of us knew zilch about World of Warcraft. Aevetia was a draenai huntress who was literally incapable of negative emotions, and she was so much fun to play. I think this was the first time I played a character that was somewhat able to hold herself in a battle and I definitely loved that. Plus, first time I felt like we actually had a more roleplay and improv based campaign which is what I prefer over just-combat. She did also get whacked in the face with the Doomhammer twice thanks to another player failing their rolls. Docking points because when playing a character who cannot feel anger that limits a lot of what you can do, plus it was hard to navigate a setting I knew zilch about.

Eiorna the Giant Magpie - 9/10

MY GIRL! I love her so much, I wanna play her again so bad. She's a 7 foot tall avian woman whose wings got burnt off, leaving her with only sceleton remains so she's creepy as hell visually, but her personality is about as intimidating as candy floss. Also she had a bag of shiny stuff she lugged around called The Trashbag and she would occasionally just reach in there and pull out shinies to tie them to her wingbones - oblivious to the fact that that was highkey horrifying to anyone around her. Docking one point because when I played her she was really really ditzy and I think I'd probably revise her a it before playing her again.

Gwyn the Rabbitfolk Barbarian - 8/10

I only played her for one session before the campaign was abandoned but she was so fun! The whole concept of a two foot white fluffy bunny with a slingshot raging in a tavern was fantastic, I wish I could have played her more. Docking points for my choice of making her Scottish (I cannot do a Scottish accent to save my arse and I think she just kept drifting off into Russian somehow).

Bex the Stablemaster - 10/10

My first ever tank, and the first time I ever played a queer character around my friends. This was for a Victorian era vibe Halloween oneshot and Bex was a strong she/they lesbian. Need I say more?

Tancred the Weather Witch - 9/10

This was for like, a sort of Eldritch entity cultist themed oneshot? My character was maybe the only one who actually dealt damage and he was soooo fun. Now, did I essentially steal him from the Charlie Bone series? Yes. But for a oneshot it was fine, plus storm powers >

Zami - 10/10

If Tramp from Lady and the Tramp was a red tiefling who adopted about fifty kids. No notes, love him, he is perfect.

Veera Match - 9/10

My current Star Wars campaign character, a mother who is an ex-empirial soldier who is hunting down the man who killed her wife and stole her force sensitive child. Absolutely adore her but the campaign is just kinda not it. Might very well recycle her at some point though.

Nikolai Ortsev the Vampirist - 7/10

Made him for what was supposed to be a Halloween oneshot set in our GMs homebrew world. Nikolai's a self-obsessed anthropologist who believes he is the one who can singlehandedly unite the vampire and human societies... by becoming a vampire. Listen, he's my vain, slightly stupid gay scientist man and I love him - however I think he would have been better suited for a long-term campaign than a oneshot. We're not through with that story so we'll see where it goes with him.

The Toy Soldier - 10/10

Exactly what it sounds like: I played the Toy Soldier of The Mechanisms for another Halloween oneshot and IT WAS A BLAST. Easily the silliest and yet most damage-dealing character I have played to date. So so much fun. I love it, it's brilliant.

Vikesh Joiko - 10/10

He is my baby - purple tiefling cleric of a light deity, certified pretty boy, looks gorgeous in a ballgown, can and will flirt with any handsome man who seems willing, and his weapon of choice are dual axes. Also he is not above tearing out another tiefling's fangs and wearing them as jewellery when that other person is acting like a major creep. Love him, love him so much.