#finding clothes that fit will be a nightmare tho

[trickstarbrave]

i wanna do a nerevar custom of like. these little blind box bjds but i do not for the life of me know how to do nerevar's hair.

like for these the hair fits into place around the face plate like nendroids. and nerevar has a mullet. im not very good and sculpting nor am i quite sure what kinda clay to make it out of if im being honest. epoxy seems like itll be way too heavy given the size

[bootyful-seventeen]

Quick question for the homies who have a bookshelf to display their kpop albums and/or mangas and figures, what kind of method or style do you like?

[www-tanjiros-soft-dom]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[18+] Bertholdt Hoover x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: N/SFW content, sub Bertholdt, dom reader, handjob, drooling, slight choking, reader’s lowkey pervy, pet names, praises, kind of overstim if you squint, y’all suck at studying, unestablished relationship, Bertholdt is into post-hardcore/punk cuz… fuck you, that’s why.

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

So, Bertholdt. Breathe if you agree.

He’s always wearing some sort of collared shirt — be it a button-up or a polo — paired with a nice pair of slacks. Sometimes, he’ll even throw a nice looking sweater over it, and my, does he look so dapper. Such a handsome man walking around campus, from his perfectly combed hair to his leather dress shoes.

But, he doesn’t always dress up like that. And you found that out after showing up at his dorm for your scheduled weekend study session. When he opened the door, he was not wearing a collared shirt; instead, his torso was clad in a black American Idiot shirt (huh, you didn’t know he was into Greenday), surprisingly baggy for someone his stature, but you had to remind yourself that Bertholdt was just as lanky as he was tall, so finding shirts that fit must be an absolute nightmare for him. Grey sweatpants replaced his usual nice slacks, and holy shit, stop staring at his crotch, (Y/N)!!

Confusion overtook his features (for a second, you were afraid he caught you ogling at how nicely his sweatpants emphasized his package), and he asked if you needed something. Now it was your turn to be confused; did he forget about your study session? It was revealed that, yes, he did forget about your study session, and watching his eyes widen and his ears turn pink was… something else.

“Ah, shi… um… sorry, (Y/N),” he meekly mumbled (wait a minute, did he almost just swear??). “I forgot what day it is…”

You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and if he was busy with something else, you could totally come back later, or reschedule your session for another day. But he rapidly shook his head and started to reassure you, inviting you in so you could start. This would actually be your first time in his room, so you took the time to admire every inch of it. It was fairly neat, save for the unmade bed, and it seemed as though everything had their place. Button ups ranging from white to navy blue were neatly hung up on clothing hangers. Books were neatly propped up on one side of his desk while notebooks were methodically stacked onto each other on the other. Not too much decoration made it on his walls, but you did take note of the Polaroid picture of him, Reiner, and Annie, along with the Coheed and Cambria poster adjacent to his door (since when did Bertholdt like post-hardcore—?).

“Sorry about the mess. If I didn’t forget, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.”

You wanted to let out a humored scoff; what mess? As far as you could tell, this was the cleanest dorm room you’ve ever seen a college student live in. After telling him that you didn’t mind, the study session commenced, and you couldn’t help but find yourself… distracted. At first, it started rather innocent; just wondering how you never knew Bertholdt’s music tastes, despite knowing each other for quite some time. Then he started saying something to grab your attention, which made you begin to study his face (instead of, you know, studying for your upcoming exam). Huh… did Bertholdt always have such pretty, pale green eyes? You thought they were more of a grey, but now that you took the time to actually look at them, you realized there was a hint of sage in his iris. They really complimented his chestnut hair… that you just now noticed was uncombed, sticking up in ways that just looked so endearing and soft… your hand twitched at the thought of reaching out and stroking it, carding your fingers all the way to the back of his bedhead and—

Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not go there.

So, pushing down those thoughts, you diligently returned to your gaze to your notes as you listened to him continue to speak. But you could only focus on his words for so long before you started to focus on his voice, and while his low notes had a roughness to them, his high notes were softer… breathy, even. It made you wonder just how high he could reach while you wrapped your hands around his—

Ayo. Quit it. You’re supposed to be studying, not thinking about your study partner in such a disgustingly gaudy way. Christ, have you no shame, you scolded yourself. Get a grip!

You managed to tune back into what Bertholdt was actually saying, just in time for him to pose a question on whether or not he should make flash cards. It sounded like a good idea, so you suggested the idea of making them on Quizlet to save time and notecards, which he agreed with, and immediately got to work on his laptop. The room fell into a comfortable silence, only the noises of clicking keys filling your ears. And, of course, your eyes had to wander from your notes to his face again, this time focusing on his lips. They were a bit chapped, yet still managed to look soft, and… oh… he just darted his tongue out to wet them. Now they were slightly glistening with his own spit. Great. How were you supposed to not think about hooking your index finger under his chin, smearing his spit by stroking his bottom lip with your thumb, huh?! What, is it wrong to feel the strong urge to press a finger down on the divot where his lip was cracked, watch as his mouth parted for you to stick your finger into the warm cavity—

I’m going to hell, you mentally groaned.

There was one final attempt to return to your studies; honestly, there was! But your attention was diverted by Bertholdt cursing underneath his breath (yes; Bertholdt Hoover. Cursing. Do you even know this man anymore?!), and your eyes just so happened to flick towards his long, extremely grab-able neck. To quel the sudden restlessness you felt in your hands, your gaze traveled down from his Adam’s apple to the exposed skin of his collar bone… which by no means did you any favors. That damn Green Day shirt was suddenly becoming the bane of your existence, because why the fuck did it have to sit on his body in such a teasing way, pooling around his waste in the valley between his pelvis and his…

And his…

…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuCK—

“(Y/N)?”

And now every distraction comes to bite you in the ass, because of course Bertholdt’s soft voice called out to you as his green eyes were trained on your face, dark eyebrows quirked worriedly under his soft, tousled hair while his lips were stretched into a frown (god, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was pouting at you). With his head turned to face you, you could definitively see the strain of his neck muscles, his Green Day shirt shifting to reveal more olive skin underneath… and… his…

“… U-uhm… (Y/N)…?”

Your eyes snapped back to his, but you were too entranced by them to even muster a response. Those beautiful sage green eyes… framed perfectly by long dark lashes… they were practically beckoning your hand to find purchase on one of his flushed cheeks…

It was an innocent little gesture. Just lovingly cradling the side of his face in your hand, giving him ample time for him to pull away before you actually made contact with his warm skin. Worst case scenario, he asks what you were doing, and you could make up some bullshit excuse while you die a little inside, and this whole 30 second interaction could be forgotten with time, never to be brought up again.

That’s when he leaned into your touch.

And… uh… things sort of spiraled from there.

You don’t exactly remember how you started from point A and ended up here at point B. But all that matters is that you had him sitting in the space between your thighs, back against your front, and long, muscular legs spread so far apart, you couldn’t help but be amazed. While his hands gripped onto your thighs like they were his only lifeline, yours were multitasking between exploring his toned chest and giving steady strokes to his cock. Somehow, the end of his Green Day shirt ended up caught between his teeth (did you tell him to do that? Did he do that on his own? You couldn’t remember), barely doing much to muffle his high-pitched whines that you could only describe as adorable and hot. Grey sweatpants and plaid boxers were rolled down to his mid thigh in order for you to access his painfully red dick better.

The hand on his chest found one of his pretty pink nipples, causing a shudder to wreck through Bertholdt’s body as you circled the bud with your fingers. Then, after giving it an experimental tug, something mixed between a gasp and a moan left Bertholdt’s saliva-slicked lips, his back arching forwards. “Hhnrngh—!! Mm… (Y/N),” he managed to get out with a mouth full of fabric.

“I’m here, baby,” you softly cooed, continuing to play with his hardened nub in order to elicit more delicious sounds from him. “You’re being such a sweet thing for me… such a good boy!”

His cock jumped in your hand as beads of precum dribbled down from his slit. “Mmh—!! Ahh!! G-good boy f’you, (Y/N)!! Oh— (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! (Y/N)—!!” With every chant of your name, his voice seemed to rise an octave. You could hear it beginning to crack around the edges, cute little sobs and hiccups mixing with heavy breaths, and— oh, Christ, was he crying? “Nrhh… w’nna b… b’guh—ahh—!!”

Your mouth found the side of his neck, teeth sinking into one of the purple splotches you previously sucked into his skin. This received a broken keen from the giant, his hips bucking up desperately into your hand, and you couldn’t stop the adoring chuckle from escaping your chest. “Oh, my baby boy, you’re already so, so good.” With a skillful flick of your wrist, Bertholdt’s mouth fell open with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, shirt falling from his mouth while his head fell backwards to expose more of your little bite marks and hickies that littered his throat. “Yeah, that’s it,” you soothed, trailing your hand upwards from his nipple to the base of his neck. “Just like that, baby. Let me hear you, okay?”

“Oh— oh, fuck, please!!” One of his giant hands shot up to yours. Before you could even process it, he was applying pressure to your hand and indirectly squeezing his own throat. “Fuh… fuck— pleaseplease, (Y/N)!!”

You couldn’t ignore the way your heart jumped in your chest. Was he actually begging for you to choke him? No, he couldn’t be… that’s too good to be true… unless? “Hm? You like this?”

After applying the slightest pressure — just enough so he would know what you meant, but not enough to freak him out — a chorus of, “pl-please! Pleasepleaseplease—” fell from his lips. You slowly being to squeeze tighter and tighter until he let out a choked noise, followed by his breathless, “thah.. thank… thanky’h!! Hng!!”

With a high pitched cry as your only warning, his leaking cock spurt out white ropes, coating your hand and his torso in his hot release. Tiny sobs poured from his lips as you continued to stroke him through his sudden orgasm. You didn’t stop until he had to pathetically paw at your hand and gasp out, “hah… s’too much!! Too much!! Please!!” So, almost reluctantly, you released his cock from your grasp, his body slumping into yours as soon as you did. His tired pants filled the room, and you started to worry that you went a bit overboard.

“Hey,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his ear and reveling in the way he shivered. “How do you feel?”

“Hn… ‘mazing,” was his soft reply. Your sturdy grip was long gone from his neck (since y’know, it be a shame if you accidentally murdered him while jerking him off), which allowed you to see the bruises you left behind. Whoops. Hopefully, his shirt collars go high enough to hide that.

Getting him to lay down on the bed, you could finally admire the fruits of your labor. Drool dribbled down his chin, mingling with the tears of pleasure that leaked from his hooded and unfocused eyes. His face was a beautiful shade of red as sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead. And… yikes… you should probably offer to wash his shirt for him, shouldn’t you? Tugging at its hem, you managed to slip it off of his body (with his help, of course. Even while totally fucked out, Bertholdt is a good boy), and then use its sleeve to wipe his face of sweat, drool, and tears before throwing it onto the floor. You could deal with that later; right now, a soft cuddle session was in order.

So, yeah. Moral of the story, you learned that Bertholdt doesn’t always dress up… among other things.

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

On a earth across the vast multiverse Miguel O'hara leaves a wife behind to grieve for him, she takes on the roll of Spiderman 2099, little to her knowledge another Miguel O'hara is about to find himself on her earth.

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Disclaimer°˚

>mention of death/Funeral

>slight intrusive thoughts

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

"Miguel O'Hara. A son, A Friend... A husband." This was all Y/n heard before her ears started ringing. Her brain scattered as she looked down at the freshly dug grave and clean polished tomb stone.

This wasn't right at all. Her whole body burning with anger when she saw only one or two friends had shown up to her husbands funeral. They'll never know what he did for this city! The pain he drove himself through, mentally and physically. Nueva York wasn't and never will be thankful for all his efforts.

Once she returned home she dropped down on the couch wearing the black clothing soaked in the rain that continually poured outside.

A once Happy household filled with laughter or the occasional fight, felt quiet. Unlike the house, the city outside was busy, traffic ushers angry drivers to a psychotic honking fit. This wasn't unusual, tho it was more active since the once hero disappeared without a trace.

Feeling drained of all emotion, Y/n looks over to the still filled trashcan. Bandages and futuristic heath packs filling it to the brim. That one horrible night is what brought this nightmare to life.

Y/n stood up from the couch and walks right by the bin and down the hallway.

When she stops in the hallway and looks at a hologram picture of her and Miguel at some vacation resort, hanging on the wall. She clenched her fists and grits her teeth. "Lyla, open the door, please."

The holographic picture quickly switches off before suddenly swapping to Lyla, wearing her usual white fluffy coat and pink heart shaped glasses. As she floats in the air in front of Y/n, she slowly removes the glasses. "This room is for Miguel's eyes only-" Lyla is suddenly interrupted by Y/n's sudden loud exclamation. "Miguel isn't HERE anymore!" This makes Lyla flinch back before she finally sighs quietly. Her eyes fill with sadness and sympathy as the pixels she's made of slowly fades out. A small opening starts growing bigger and bigger from where there was once a wall and finally Y/n walks through the doorway.

Once in the room, Y/n looks around at the walls with an infinite illusion of blackness. Completely empty and void of any objects she quickly calls Lyla again.

"Lyla, show me everything. Every file, every piece of tech, everything in this room that's hidden." she folds her arms into a protective self hug.

Slowly the infinite void starts to fill up with furniture one pixel at a time. Bits of suites in the making, a Soldering Iron and a motherboard laying on a desk.

Digital monitors watching all corners of Neuve York. Among all the digital things was real paper pinned to a cork board.

Y/n walks up to it and gently runs her fingers across the red thread. Just like she'd seen in all those old detective movies. She followed the thread to each pin seeing alot of different news paper cutouts. Tyler Stone, Carnage and Proteus. All classic villans of the great hero Spiderman.

Y/n finally spoke after a long few minutes of stareing and thinking. "The fate of Nueva York rested on his shoulders. He broke bones, scarred muscle and almost lost his life numerous times! And these people barely bat an eye. His efforts for them, all of this for THEM!"

Y/n makes a sudden scratch across the cork board! Papers are sent flying and pins drop to the ground, red thread hooking onto Y/n's fingers. This was anger, deep and uncontrolled anger. She kept clawing at the board. Ripping everything off and to pieces not bothering to take a breath or stop. When the board was finally free of all it's pins and papers, Y/n stopped, out of breath and not bothering to flinch at the holes the pins left in her hands and fingers.

A few moments passed. Lyla took this opportunity to appear again. "Y/n, your hands will get infected. I suggest disinfectant, and ointment. Please."

Hearing Lyla's worried tone, she slowly looks up though the loose strands of hair. "Lyla, I'm sorry. I-I'm.." she trails off as the warmth of tears cover her red puffy face. She sinks to the ground, hands too heavy to lift. All she could do was cry. A messy bundle of black makeup, tangled hair and bleeding hands.

After her hands were bandaged up, she was sat in the secret lab in her home. Dressed in one of Miguel's shirts with a cup of strong coffee. She looked around once more, the suit on a mannequin. No blood on the holographic suit, Only a large gash of broken pixels on the chest.

She looks back at the monitors now streaming some camera footage of all dark ally's or known crime hot spots. Her ears perk when she hears two guys waking down a particularly dark street and talking.

"This Spiderman hasn't shown up in almost 3 days now! Absent punk is binging all hell back to the city!" says a man wearing an irish cap.

His friend with a cigarette between his lips snorts and agrees "Yeah! No kidding. Well, it's not like much changed, villains always came back after he supposedly 'saved the day'. What a waste."

Y/n look a deep breath and exhaled a growl, she tried staying calm, but the anger in her boiled up once again. Her eyes seemed to redden before she looked right at the holographic suit.

Y/n Aggressively Brings the mug down onto the table.

"Lyla! That suit can be shaped to any body type right?"

Lyla looks at Y/n, not sure what she's suggesting. "Yes, but it's still a little damaged."

Maybe it was a chuckle of anger that escaped from Y/n's rapid exhales and inhales, but this ushered her on to stand up quickly and walk right up to the much bigger suit.

"Let's change a few things then."

°°

The men on the street are still chatting the night away. Taking about how they could easily be the Hero! How that would get them all the girls and money.

The cigarette smoke from the man, drifts up past the harsh gleaming street light. This is where Y/n hid. Ontop of a streetlight, effortlessly balanced thanks to the suit she wore.

Atone to her figure, the suit was no longer fitted to Miguel's large shoulders. The large opening of pixels still remained on her chest right below the collar bone. But something was different, the once blue and red suit now flipped in color. A blue symbol for Spiderman and a fully scarlet body.

Listening, seething with anger. They undermine her husband so easily. In the moment she was ready to charge, to use a powerful blow against these pests who dare to complain.

But something stopped her dead in her tracks. A melody she recognized instantly.

A small song being played on a very old radio by someone down the dark ally by a dumpster fire. A song that was playing the night she and Miguel met.

She had been invited to a bar to celebrate a colleges promotion, still being relatively new, she didn't know alot of people from Alchemax.

The rain was falling onto the glass windows. The bar stood out among the white plastic and blue lined technologies of the future, because of its original wooden texture and orange lights. The bar's "vintage night" a mixture of music and drinks they used to use in the far past.

The band played vintage instruments, and there it started, a guitar solo with a slow pace.

One by one everyone went to slow dance, long time friends and colleagues laughing their way onto the dance floor.

Y/n watched from the corner of the bar, no drink in particular, just whatever the others got.

She looked down at her phone for just a second when thunder suddenly struck. She lost her grip and her phone went flying across the bar.

"¡Oye, míralo!" a voice exclaimed.

Y/n Quickly collected herself and rushed to her victim.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, the thunder caught me off guard!"

Her eyes land on the hand holding her phone and as soon as she grabs it she looks up into his eyes.

A very tall man with incredible build and intense stare. Brown, near red eyes looked down at her curiously before letting go of the phone.

Y/n brings the phone to her chest looking a little worried.

"Did it hit you?" she scans his face for any obvious brushes.

"No, I have really good reflexes." he finally speaks with a dark chocolate voice.

Y/n nods and reaches to put her phone in her bag.

"Again I'm very sorry-" The sentence gets caught in her throat before she could finish when another bolt of lightning strikes.

Miguel seems to notice her distress before delicately offering his hand.

"The music is louder on the dance floor. C'mon!"

A little taken a back Y/n smiles and takes hold of Miguel's hand.

Finally on the dance floor Miguel places his hand on her side and takes her other hand. She clears her throat awkwardly before placing her hand on his shoulder.

"First I throw you with my phone, now you have to inconvenience yourself with me."

He smirks at Y/n's remark and shakes his head quickly.

"Its really the opposite." they gently swing side to side with a respectable distance between them.

"I was actually looking for a dance partner to celebrate my promotion with."

Y/n looks back intro his eyes before finally feeling more at ease and smiles.

"Y/n L/n" she introduced herself.

"Miguel O'hara"

°°°

Finally being brought back to her scenes, Y/n looks back down at the men she was fully prepared to charge at.

Her breathing was rapid, eyes ready to bring down a thousand rain storms. She lifts her hand and the electric webbing shoots from her wrists.

Swiftly she lands on a rooftop but as soon as her feet connect to the ground her knees give way.

Finally she gives in to the waterfall pushing her eyelids and yanks the mask off her head. Messy mask hair and puffy wet eyes.

With the sunrise rising over the city, her cheeks gleam in the orange light.

"Miguel... How can I bring you back to me?" She whispered with barely enough energy to go above a whisper.

After some distant staring, her eyes get a flicker of an idea.

"The spider serum!"

[salty-an-disco]

@mecchantheotaku. welp. you inspired me, so here some misc headcanons I don’t think I ever expanded on, and feel like doing it now:

– Contrarian has no bones. It’s just air keeping him up. Can still bleed and feel pain and comedically get smashed against surfaces, but cannot break. Inexplicably, a skeleton still appear on X-rays and when electrocuted, and knocking on their ‘skull’ still makes the usual sound.

– Similarly, Damsel also doesn’t have bones. Like she’s made of some soft material and squishing her is like squishing a stress ball (can still get hurt, tho, which she doesn’t like, pain isn’t fun). Damsel 🤝 Contrarian: Cartoon Physics.

– Cold has a terrible sense of direction and gets lost multiple times while walking anywhere public.

– Hunted has no concept of time, don’t tell it ‘meet you there in 30 mins’, it doesn’t understand what that means, just say whether the sun will still be up by the time you’re there.

– Cheated doesn’t like getting angry, actually, but she can’t help it so she just do her best to avoid things that make her angry (sadly, cannot get over her addiction to LoL 😔 she always comes back to it eventually).

– Witch is a great mixer; drinks, smoothies, (maybe even songs), and most importantly: potions!! (I just think she should get to be an actual witch)

– Even when leaving the construct, Spectre cannot change her appearance. She doesn’t really care, for the most part, but sometimes, it hits her and she gets incredibly melancholic over it

– On the flip-side, Nightmare can make whatever clothes she wants (it’s just another mask, she’s great at making those) and often rotate between different victorian-like dresses

– I mentioned it before, but it bears repeating, I think Hero likes carving. He needs a creative hobby, and I think he’d find the process of carving wood satisfying and calming and also loving making little wooden animals, even if they don’t look the best (just let that boy experience the joy of creation!!!)

– Stranger learns how to sew mainly so they can make clothes that fits them, but they actually take a huge liking to it and also starting making all kinds of other creations (like little patterned clothes or even plushies!!!)

– In any other universe, Tower would be a karen

[beanghostprincess]

audhd monster trio anon here - i just wanted to give them all the same number of traits but make them all different, so there have some i also considered or forgot at the time:

sanji - issues with fabric textures, which is part of why his non-suit clothes are like that, also stimming (the hair tugging is both a coping mechanism and stim, the twirling when happy is stimming too), having routines he doesn't like disrupted (more order of doing things than time of them tho, "if you start this thing, then you also have to do that other one", also things having specific places they need to be when not in use, cause looking for them is a disruption too)

zoro - bad at directions, liking things to be in patterns of 3 or multiples of it, sensitivity to strong tastes (especially sweet ones)

luffy - also texture issues (shoes in general and the frills on amazon lily vest are nightmare cause they have parts with different textures, the flowy post timeskip shirt is fine cause it's one texture that took some time to find), disregard for rules or social conventions he thinks are stupid or don't make sense, lack of object permanence (which is why he didn't talk about ace or the beetles until he saw them or something reminded him strongly of them) and face blindness; the audioprocessing disorder was most strongly seen in fishman island when franky said "this is my master tom's brother, he's coating the ship" and luffy heard "he's coating franky's brother" or something like that? but also in lots of other places too

These are all so real,,,, No because-- These make so much sense for their characters I swear 😭💖 My beloveds. You literally said everything I had in mind when thinking about them being neurodivergent,,,

Sanji's stimming, Zoro's awful sense of direction, and Luffy's lack of object permanence I think are the most obvious ones when referring to their characters and canon behavior. Like it's just so clear they struggle with these things. And tbh I am so happy the crew's whole deal is to find a home and a place to fit in because they're all different from the rest but understand each other so well-- Going insane. I love them.

Thank you so so much for these headcanons <33 If you have some more about other strawhats I'd be so so happy to hear them!!! Because,,, Y'know,,,, Robin and Usopp and Nami and literally everybody else are so neurodivergent too 😭 Not a single neurotypical person in this crew.

[uh-niran-really]

AAAA sososo many ideas, im welcoming myself back into your inbox HAHA!

Prince! Niran au x fem reader please! One where reader is his personal maid and he absolutely spoilsss her, jewelry, fancy clothing, etc etc and she falls head over heels for him. Reader one day plans to confess her feelings to the prince, even tho the chances were slim, she dreamed of being together with him. She was supposed to call him to talk to him in private when she finds him in the garden with lady satya(shes a noble from a highly respected family here so shes 100% fit to marry him)

Reader gets incredibly insecure and upset, so she leaves. She rushes to the king to get herself resigned from her job, too upset to face niran Knowing that she won't ever be able to have him.

Little did the reader know Niran was talking to lady satya on how to get his father to approve of marrying his maid! :00 hes yapping to her about how shes the love of his life, wants to marry her, and when satya tells him the chances were slim he takes her hands and looks at her dead in the eyes, completely serious, and tells her that he's willing to drop everything in his life, his wealth, his status, etc etc just to live a normal life with reader 🥹

Satya sighs in defeat knowing she cant stop him so instead she helps him plan on what to say to the king

When niran comes back to his room hes hella excited but everything in his world Falls apart when he sees a different maid in his room. He kindly tells her to leave but snaps rlly badly when she tells him the reader resigned and shes his new maid now.

Maid gets scared and leaves while niran has a panic attack and a full blown break down in his room, trashing everything and crying his eyes out. He eventually goes out tho and proceeds to yell and order at guards to find reader

Meanwhile, more drama :00

Reader is lost in the forest! :00

She went to the forest to calm down, take a walk with nature but ended up being lost and going too deep in the forest to be in contact with anyone. Shes stuck there for days, health slowly deteriorating as she slowly starves and become dehydrated.

Niran is DEPRESSED. constantly lashing out on guards to search faster or send out more men despite his family refusing his wishes(making his breakdown worse)

To the point that satya had to be over there CONSTANTLY bc he needed constant support or he'll probably self destruct😭

He hasnt eaten or slept in days, leading to satya begging him to do something about his health, anything at all, a bite of food, a wink of sleep. ANYTHING.

But he refuses until he finds her.

Idk how to transition but angsty angst 😈

Once reader is found hes practically yelling at the guards to take her to the clinic to get her checked, for the chefs to make her a hearty and healthy meal, for the doctors to get her checked properly, all while he stressed for her health and safety

Poor boy kept passing out by her side multiple times and panicking when he wakes up due to a nightmare or bc he was scared that she woke up and he wasnt there

For the ending of this hospital sequence, 👀continue the angst bc id like to see how u continue this but the actual story- end it off with happy fluffy ending where he convinces his dad to marry her after he explains the real reason why satya and him were in the garden that day TEEHEE THANK U 🤭

Fem Maid Reader x Prince Lifeweaver - Flirting with Prince Pruksamanee

Content: Angst and Sweet Royal Fluff

Word Count: 6,000+ (oops 🫢)

A/N: Oh my I loved writing this one for you dear! Ahhh such a delight. Our darling Niran is so regal! I love him! Let me know if you want a part 2 to this? Maybe them navigating royal life and having their babies (or making them 👀) But ahhh seriously, I loved this! Thank you as always for your beautiful prompts! Can’t get enough of them!

“It’s beautiful my prince!”

You stand in front of the floor length mirror admiring the new necklace the prince had brought for you. It was a gorgeous gold chain with a rose gold lotus flower charm on it.

“It looks lovely on you my lady.” His words sincere, voice as charming as ever, smile soft and regal.

It always surprised you when he honoured you with such a title, especially since you weren’t noble in anyway. You were just his maid.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Must there be one? You work so hard and don’t you deserve a token of my appreciation?”

You smile at him. Although he was royalty he was so humble and gracious about it. You were his maid but he treated you as if you and him were equals. You loved that about him. He brought you beautiful dresses and gorgeous heels, along with the most exquisite jewellery to match. He allowed you to model it all for him, loving the way they made you look. You often couldn’t wear such things outside of his room, but he kept them for you for whenever you wished to be something you weren’t. He could never resist watching you twirl for him.

“I want you to have this on you always. It’s like a good luck charm. I want you to think of me.”

“I already do my prince.”

Typically you didn’t wear his jewelled gifts outside of the room either. Niran feared you would be seen as a thief, a commoner who only sort to steal from the prince, though you did want to steal something, his heart.

“Then aren’t you just the world’s most perfect girl.”

You fell so hard for him it’s a wonder that you could still do your job. He was a massive flirt, but also kind, honest, genuine. Everything a prince should be, but often weren’t. His brother was a brat. You loved him for how he treated others and for how he prided himself on helping the environment. He was perfect, truly. One day you would confess your love for him, fantasising about running away together. Though sadly he was a prince and soon you were about to learn that the hard way.

——🪷——

“Lady Satya! Oh how lovely to see you.”

“Yes, though we do see each other rather often don’t you think?”

Lady Satya Vaswani of Vishkar. The princes closest friend. Also his betrothed lover. Niran was to marry her due to her status. She was of nobility, and a rather high up one. He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, though he could hardly complain, she was perfect for him in every way. Kind, beautiful, fierce. Niran was fairly certain she was chosen for her ability to reign him in when he got a little wild. Something she always did when they were kids. They looked like the perfect couple. And yet…

“Yes, I suppose you are right. Are you well?”

“Yes, and you Prince Niran?”

The two began to walk around the garden, Lady Satya holding on to his arm. They often loved to walk around the Biolight garden, watching the roses bloom and sneak a peak at the happy couple. These flowers were alive and of the Prince’s own creation, living light. A fascinating invention that saw the Prince propel in popularity. He saved a whole village from starvation one winter. Quite remarkable. The flowers did love the couple, wanting to grow tall whenever they were near, battling one another to sneak a glance at the prince and his lady. Such a perfect couple. And yet….

“Lovely weather we’re having my lady.”

“What’s bothering you my Prince?”

The lady stopped walking, favouring a particular rose that warmed to her right away. It’s delicate petals spreading out to show her its beauty, sharp thorns dulling to show it wasn’t a danger, scent as sweet as a real rose. It was desperate to be plucked.

“Im sorry but, I have something to confess to you.”

Unbeknownst to him you were heading out to the garden. You needed to tell the prince how you felt. He was your reason for happiness. He was so kind, so perfect, so undeniably meant for you. You needed to confess these feelings because you were sure he felt the same way, and if he didn’t, surely he could see your point. You rounded the corner and spotted him with Lady Satya, your heart sank as you heard his next words.

“I’m in love my lady.”

In love. He was in love. With.. her? Of course he was. They had known each other for years at this point. The prince spoke of her often, such sweet words, never a negative thing to say. You watched them, two lovers spending their time among the roses, laughing, giggling, chatting. She was to be his Queen. She was to give him an heir to the throne. They were built to last.

You felt sick to your stomach. You had seen enough of them to know where his heart was. You couldn’t take it anymore, so ran. Away from them. Away from the heart break. Away from him.

“I’m in love with my maid.”

“How typical of you my Prince.”

He grinned at her. She knew him better than anyone, she knew he was serious. He was practically swooning at the thought of you.

“Oh my lady, she’s the one.”

He danced around the roses, being his typical dramatic self, pouring his heart out. Singing love ballads. Lady Satya watched on in amusement at her best friend. She wasn’t thrilled at the idea of marrying him, she didn’t want the pressure of being a Queen, let alone all the duties that came with it. She was quite happy to sit back and let him enjoy this one.

“Oh she’s perfect. You should see the way she looks dressed up in fine dresses, adorned with the most beautiful jewels on her skin. Uhhh I’m in love.”

“In happy for you my Prince, but… are we not to marry? Your father will not like this.”

“You know as well as I do that this is not what we both want my lady.”

“Yes, I do believe I broke your heart with that news years ago.” She giggled.

It was true. At one point in time he was in love with her. Smitten by the idea of making her his. She had plenty of the requirements to be courted by him. She was regal and elegant, had stunning beauty, incredibly smart. But she never felt the same way. If they were to marry it wouldn’t be for romantic love. A thought that broke his heart. They would have children sure, but that would be no fun. He was torn at the thought. But then he met you, his gorgeous little maid. Oh the way he thought of you was enough to make angels cry. Too many times had he stopped himself from kissing your gorgeous lips. Too many times had he stopped himself from confessing his undying love. Too many times had he started at you, wishing he could have you instead.

“But now I have her. She’s the one. Help me convince my father to break off our agreement. I love her Satya.”

He hardly ever used her name without her title, unless it was something of high importance, such as this. He took her hands in his, gazing into her golden irises, pleading with her.

“My Prince..”

“Please.. I’m willing to drop everything for her. My wealth, title, succession, anything. I’d be willing to live a commoners life just to be with her. Do you understand how I feel? She’s the love I need in this life. If he says no.. well I might just run away anyway..”

Lady Satya gasped. What he was saying was weirder than usual, but she understood on some level. Love was often unexpected. She found herself seeing the beauty in a common life. Maybe he did too.

“I beg of you, do not deny me this request.”

“How could I refuse a direct request from you, my Prince.”

——🪷——

You had ran straight to the King, begging for an audience with him, claiming it was of the upmost importance, concerning his son. You were seen rather quickly, for the King feared his son were ill or worse. The Prince did like to get into trouble.

“My King.. I wish to resign.. I can’t work for you any longer.”

The King said nothing, expecting more from you. He wanted an explanation, surely these theatrics weren’t for nought. You drop to your knees to beg for a termination in your contract. You understood what this meant. You would be banished from the castle, forced to live elsewhere. You just couldn’t face Niran anymore.

“I’ve grown too attached.. I fear I cannot effectively work closely to the Prince any longer.. please.. I beg of you my King.”

“What’s changed. You’ve been with him for quite sometime yes? Has he done something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No my King.. the Prince is nothing but kind to me. I am but a lowly maid.. yet he treats me with such generosity..”

“I see. Very well, you shall be replaced. You may go.”

Although your heart broke, it was the right thing to do. You couldn’t work so closely with the man you loved, knowing he was promised to another. It would only get worse when he married lady Satya. You just couldn’t be around him like this anymore.

“Forgive me for the inconvenience.. My King.”

——🪷——

Niran practically ran back to his room, climbing the stone steps in his tower. The sun was set ablaze, much like his heart. He was going to confess his love for you. Lady Satya would seek an audience with the King claiming infidelity in Niran’s feelings. The King would then have no choice but to hear his son out. He would threaten to leave if nothing else worked. You were his lady. He couldn’t wait to see you, almost forgetting just how beautiful you were. He’d ask you to pick a dress, requesting you model it for him, before confessing his love to you. It would feel less pressured that way. It would feel like you were both equal in a way. He got to his door, straightening out his shirt, and tucking his hair neatly behind his ear. With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Y/N my lady I- Who are you?”

“Your new maid your highness.”

New maid. What was this person talking about. He hadn’t requested a new maid. He was so happy with the one he had. You were always so kind to him, not afraid of his status, his power.. You weren’t mindlessly serving him, you were living with him. You accepted his gifts with a smile. A smile he wouldn’t see again.

“Leave. I didn’t request a new maid.”

“Your old maid resigned your highness.”

Those words cut him deeper than any blade ever could. Why would you resign. Did he not treat you well enough? Had you met someone else? Why would you leave without saying goodbye. He tried so hard not to snap, but he just couldn’t control himself. He was in pain.

“I SAID LEAVE!” He picked up a vase of Biolight flowers and threw it at the wall in a fit of rage and heartbreak. “JUST GO!!”

The terrified maid, leaves, narrowly avoiding the pottery shards that smashed off of the wall. Niran couldn’t help but smash up his room. His desk was flipped, his notes flying everywhere. His bed sheets ripped off the bed, tearing in the process, due to the delicately thin silk. He screamed in a mix of anger and sadness. Why did you leave him? He flung his wardrobe open, tearing out the dresses he brought for you, being too critical of each one. Remarking how they weren’t pretty enough, how they looked to common. How the fabric wasn’t fancy enough. Tearing each of them into shreds before laying in the heap of fabric, scream crying for you to come back to him. His world was on fire, much like the sky that burnt so brightly as the sun began to set.

A royal knight came running to his room, hearing the prince in such distress, and seeing a maid running from his room, in tears.

“My Prince! What’s the matter?!” His thick German accent boomed over the sounds he made.

“FIND HER!” Niran screamed at him. He was shaking, practically tearing his hair out over it all. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think straight. He just needed you. “MY MAID Y/N! FIND HER! PLEASE!! PLEASE SIR WILHELM! BRING HER BACK TO ME!!”

“Yes my Prince.”

——🪷——

You walked through the forest with such childlike wonder. The trees towered above you as the suns rays penetrated down through the leaves, which gently swayed in the breeze. If you weren’t so heartbroken, this would be such a lovely memory. You thought of Niran again. He would be in his element here. His gorgeous cream hair flowing gently in the winds currents. You imagined flower petals getting caught in his hair, only adding to his beauty. Nature was his domain. Maybe that’s why you headed into the forest. A gentle reminder of the man you loved.

“You’d love it here.. wouldn’t you..”

You wondered deeper and deeper still, enchanted by all the wildflowers. Niran would know all their names, he’d recite interesting facts about each one, before getting self conscious, embrrassed by it all. He had such a pretty outlook on life. A life he shared with lady Satya now. Your eyes stung with tears. Every flower. Every tree. Every woodland creature. Everything reminded you of him. It hurt. Maybe leaving wasn’t the best idea.. What if he missed you? What if you confessed? The wind picked up and it started to rain. The gentle droplets mixed with your tears as you looked up to see a blanket of reds and pinks stretch across the sky. It was getting dark, the sun tiring from its hard days work. A gust of wind blows you forward making you lose your balance and stagger into a tree with a light thud.

Whilst the day made the forest look so heavenly, the night made it look like a bad dream. The tall trees towering over you menacingly. The moonlight shattering through the canopy, illuminating the swaying branches. Shadows looking like assassins waiting to pounce on you. You spun around, realisation hitting you straight in the face. You were lost. The dark made it so hard to tell which way you had come from. You had no food. No water. Nothing. You weren’t suppose to wonder this far into the forest. People went missing here. You would be one of them. You let out a scream, desperately hoping someone would hear you. Secretly hoping Niran would hear you, though you knew you were too far and beyond help.

——🪷——

It had been days. Days since the search for you began. Days since he saw you. He had every guard in the damn castle looking for you. His sister called him ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He was a shell of his former self. He tried to join the search too but collapsed from exhaustion. He wouldn’t eat and barely drank, so it was no wonder he collapsed. He was sent to his room to rest which only made him worse. He felt so numb. His body shook from the lack of nutrition. He was in a bad way.

Things got so bad, lady Satya had to stay with him constantly. He didn’t do much besides cry and lash out in anger. At one point he grabbed a dagger and attempted to slash his wrist, just to feel something. She grabbed the blade however, her hand getting sliced in the process. Seeing her so hurt by his actions was enough to calm him for an hour or so, before the drama started up again.

Often he went to his window, staring up at the moon. He wondered if you were looking up at it too, thinking of him. Oh how he missed you. His gorgeous maid. His lovely flower.

“I know you’re somewhere out there.. somewhere far away..”

He got so ill with worry he couldn’t care for himself. His cream hair became matted and tangled. It pained lady Satya to see him this way. In all the years she had known him, he had never let himself fall into such disarray. Even as children, he was always the best dressed and best groomed.

“Let me brush your hair for you...”

“What’s the point.. It will only get messy again my lady..”

“Oh my Prince.. It displeases me to see you this way. She’ll be found. Have hope.”

“What good is hope when I feel this way… but.. if it pleases you to brush my hair.. then do so..”

She took a brush and sat on the bed behind him. His hair was an awful mess of tangles, mats, and knots. Depression wasn’t pretty for anyone. It was raw and emotional. This is the worst she had ever seen him. It’s almost like he had died. This wasn’t the Prince she adored. He was always the loudest one in the room. Always lighting up people’s faces with his warming personality. This man however was cold and lifeless.

“Ouch..” He groaned as the brush caught on a hard tangle.

“Do forgive me.. Niran..”

It was rare she ever called him his given name. Even as children, he was always ‘my Prince’. In this moment she wanted to show him she was more to him than a noble lady. She was his best friend and would support him as such. She was gentle to brush his hair out from then on, not wanting to cause him anymore pain than he was already in.

“Thank you.. Satya..”

“Yes.. It’s going to be okay Niran. Will you please eat today?” She continued to brush his hair, seeing it transform back into its usual texture.

“No.. I won’t eat until she’s found.”

“That could be never..”

“Then I shall perish… along with any hopes of romance that I once had.”

She wanted to scold him, but just couldn’t. He was stubborn but she was persistent too. She drew him a bath herself, knowing he wouldn’t want another maid in here. Not when he was so devastated over you.

“Perhaps a warm bath..”

“No..”

“And if she comes back? You want her to see a Prince that can’t even wash himself. Even commoners wash. Are you worse than a commoner? I’ve never known you to deny a chance to relax in warm water.”

Something stirred within him. On some level she was right. She was well educated of course, but even emotionally she tried her best. He sighed and laid down, body weak from the lack of food and water.

“Please Niran.. if not for yourself then for…”

She couldn’t finish that sentence anymore. It was clear that the Prince wouldn’t function without you. He wouldn’t do anything for her as long as you were missing. All his generosity gone. All the love he held for anyone, gone.

“Hmm..?”

“If not for yourself.. then for me.. if not for me… for her..”

“I said no.. I show you kindness because you are my closest confidant, my dearest friend. Do not make me repeat myself my lady.”

She sighed, opting not the waste the water, deciding she would use it to relax herself. One of them had to remain calm in this situation, and it wouldn’t be him.

——🪷——

The royal trumpets were like a lifeline for him. He shot out of bed, and ran to his window to get a glimpse of who was returning. Sir Wilhelm was hard to miss. He was a large man with a big personality. Once he saw him, he stared so intently looking for you. He held his breath, a little too long however, causing lady Satya to smack him for being so stupid. He kept searching for you. His gorgeous maiden. His lover.

Then he saw you.

“Y/N…”

A royal guard bridal carried you, on horseback, inside the castle walls.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed, bolting out the room and down the stone steps. He passed servants and maids who gasped at the state he was in. He didn’t care. He needed to get to you. It had been almost a week. Too long in his opinion. He just needed you. His flower.

Lady Satya ran after him, as best she could in heels and floor length dress. She lifted up her skirts, and ran as fast as her heels would carry her.The pair looked ridiculous. Some even remarking that they were having a ‘lovers tiff’ or that the Prince had ‘met his match’. It was almost comical.

Finally he made it outside just as the royal guards were dismounting their horses. He must have looked so deranged, screaming and raving about some lowly maid, but he didn’t care. He stumbled down the steps, tripping and almost tumbling down the remaining ones. Lady Satya shrieked at him, cursing him for being so careless, but it would be a miracle if he ever heard her over the sound of his own heartbeat.

“Y/N I MISSED YOU! OH MY LADY YOU HAVE NO IDE-“

He was stunned to silence when he saw your unconscious body. You had lost so much weight, the colour drained from your face. Your lips as dry as a desert. You looked so grubby it was hard to see your pretty face.

“Y/N..?”

“She’s alive my Prince. Barely. We gave her some water but we weren’t sure when the last time she ate or drank was.”

It took everything in him not to scream. Not to rip you away from the guards arms and hold you so close to him. Instead he dropped to his knees eyes closed so tight he started to see colours dance around from the strain. The guards stared unsure what to do. The Prince was usually so calm, so rational.

“Take her to the clinic!” Lady Satya screamed at them. “And for goodness sake get a meal started. Honestly..”

She hurried over to comfort her Prince, knowing how much pain he was in. He silently thanked her for being his voice, something he often did for her. She helped him up, practically dragging him up the steps, her dress ripping as he stood on it, making her sigh in frustration. She kicked off her heels and hauled him up as best she could, being his crutch as they walked to the clinic.

“You have servants for a reason, you are aware?”

——🪷——

He stayed by your side the whole time you were in the clinic. He was the one to clean you up, apologising for seeing you so exposed, when you weren’t even courting. He was the one to hold your hand when doctors came to examine you. He was the one breaking down in tears every night wondering why you left. The poor man had been loosing his mind so much that doctors started to question his own sanity. He didn’t leave, he didn’t tend to his duties, he didn’t give up.

Things got so bad he would pass out regularly before waking up screaming from nightmares about you being gone again. One time he fell out of his chair and woke up on the floor and panicked that he couldn’t see you. He worried you woke up without him knowing and left.

Slowly but surely doctors convinced him to eat, claiming it would help his mental state. He refused at first but was reminded by lady Satya that if he recovered first, he could help you recover later. Food tasted too good. The flavours burning his tongue. He could barely stomach the finer foods, opting for plain porridge and dry bread. It was easier to stomach. His water intake improved slowly and he agreed to have a bath, though it pained him to leave you for mere minuets. He worried you would wake up and he wouldn’t be there. A fear he had developed.

He started to feel like his old self again, doctors remarking how much progress he made just by looking after himself. It hardly mattered to him, he only cared about you. The Prince spent his days reading to you, teaching you about flowers and different types of fauna. It was a comfort for him, one he needed.

“The deer is quite remarkable Y/N.. Have you ever seen one? They are such beautiful creatures. I was lucky enough to touch one once.. such a soft coat.. Oh my lady, if you promise to wake, I promise to take you to see one.”

Surprisingly his father stopped by, wanting to see why his son was so interesting in a common maid. He watched as the Prince held your hand tenderly, sadly smiling at your face. He noticed that his son practically lived in the clinic with you, bringing his books and his silk blanket from his room. The blanket draped so lovingly over you.

“We hardly see you anymore, Prince Niran.”

The Prince nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t realised that his father was there, too busy focusing on you. He scrambled to stand, his left hand crossing over his chest before he bowed to him.

“Father.. I.. hadn’t heard you come in..”

The King eyed you again, recognising you as the maid who resigned. He glanced back to his son, who very much looked like a deer in headlights.

“I just saw lady Satya not to long ago. She’s rather fond of you, and yet you spend all your time with this commoner. Why?”

The Prince sat down beside you again, hand running over his scalp. He couldn’t hide it any longer. He had to tell his father that he wouldn’t marry lady Satya. He had to explain how he loved you.

“Father.. me and lady Satya aren’t in love.. she’s a remarkable woman, truly a visionary...”

“But?”

“She’s a friend. A confidant. I’ll never experience true love with her. You know what that’s like, don’t you father?��

The King did know. He too had to marry a woman he didn’t love. His heart was set on another noble lady, but she had less status then Niran’s mother. It hurt him deeply to think of her now. The King sighed.

“Are you telling me, you the crown prince, heir to the throne, wish to marry a common maid.”

“Yes father.. I’m willing to give it all up. My status, my succession to the throne, my home, my wealth, my family. I love her.”

“She feels the same?”

The Prince laughed softly. He had no idea if you even felt the same way about him. Judging by the fact you kept the golden lotus necklace around your neck, he chanced a guess, praying to the gods that he was correct.

“Yes.”

“Then this must be why she resigned.” The King turned to leave the room. “Come and see me again when she wakes. We shall have a discussion.”

“Thank you father.”

——🪷——

The moment your eyes fluttered open, he was there. He had dozed off, still lovingly holding your hand. You felt dizzy, but compared to the sensation of your stomach eating itself days ago, you couldn’t complain. Prince Niran looked so peaceful asleep next to you. You wondered how long it had been, but judging by half of his things being in the clinic room, you guessed a while.

“My Prince..”

His eyes snapped open to the sound of your voice, meeting yours immediately. Overcome with joy he pounced, wrapping his arms around you like life depended on it, tears streaming.

“Oh my lady.. you scared me.. please never do that to me again. I fear my heart won’t take another round of such torturous pain.”

His words as smooth as ever. His courtship abilities strong. You wondered why you were still in the castle. You had resigned. That’s when Prince Niran explains everything to you. How he had the whole castle looking for you.

“Why did you leave.. Was I not good enough to you? I would like you to be honest. I am a Prince after all, it’s a crime to lie one. I already allow you to commit crimes on my heart.”

“You and lady Satya.. I.. didn’t want to watch as you fell in love, married and had kids. So.. I left..”

He was a bit surprised by your bluntness, but he did tell you to be honest. He was a little confused as to how you got to that conclusion, laughing softly when you mentioned the garden.

“Oh my dear. I was actually confiding in lady Satya to ask that she beg my father for a termination in our betrothal. I have eyes for another.”

“Oh..”

“If it wasn’t clear, my lady, that someone is you.”

You swore your heart stopped. He loved you. He was breaking off his engagement with lady Satya for you. He wanted to be with you. He could tell you were stunned, so he probed a little further.

“I am hoping that, well, you feel the same way I do my lady?”

“I- Yes.. but.. what about lady Satya?”

“She never was interested in me romantically. Hand on heart, she hates the idea of marriage and kids, and responsibility over the stupid things I do.”

He was so dramatic, but he did bring warmth to your cheeks. You let your mind wonder of what life could be like with him. He could look after you, like your parents always wanted for you. You missed them, but now they wouldn’t worry. You didn’t need comfort, luxury or finer things. You just needed Prince Niran.

“So? My lady, may I court you?”

Your lips landed on his. Fireworks exploding in his mind and yours. It was a pleasant Suprise for him. He could hardly complain. His shaky hands cupped your cheeks deepening the kiss, craving more of you. Your hands tangled up in his hair, wanting the same. His tongue felt so good against your own. Like it was made for just you. It was your first kiss and it felt so perfect, so right, so needed.

When you pulled away you caught a glimpse of him panting softly, eyes opening to stare at your lips again. A small smoulder appearing on his face before pulling you close for another kiss, deciding that one was no where near enough. He needed more of you. All of you.

——🪷——

“I promise you my lady, no matter what happens, I won’t let him belittle you.”

“I’m scared my prince..”

He squeezed your hand tighter, smiling at his pretty little maid all dressed up in a beautiful dress. He took pride in replacing all the ones he had destroyed. The new ones were much nicer anyhow. This one was a deep lavender with gold adornments. The bodice had lace flowers stitched into it, forming the most gorgeous sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were a ballooned shape, made of lavender lace with tiny Biolight vines sewn in. The skirt itself covered with gold stitched to form beautiful flowery shapes and vines. It was beautiful on you. Niran had it made especially for you. Lady Satya helped you change and even offered to do your hair, fixing a Biolight rose above your ear. Both of them did what they could, wanting you to look your best for an audience with the King and court.

“Oh don’t fear, you have not one, but two nobles in your corner! Yes, one’s a Prince and your lover.. and the other wants me to shut up… but wait till you see us persuade him!”

“Dramatic as ever my Prince.” Lady Satya rolled her eyes.

“Naturally.”

You weren’t so convinced that the King would say yes. The entire way to the throne room you panicked that he would laugh at you and call you nothing but a commoner. A lowly girl that wasn’t fit to marry a prince. Prince Niran however had a spring in his step. Lady Satya rolling her eyes again as he dramatically flung the throne room doors open, stunning the whole court to silence.

“Father!”

Confidence dripped off him. He was oozing with pride as he presented you to the court. You step forward, your heart pounding. Many people gasped and whispered about how you were just a commoner playing dress up, and how shameful this was for lady Satya, to see her fiancé so blatantly pining for another. You felt so out of place, wanting to run away again, and yet lady Satya took your hand and lead you further into the room.

“You know why I am here father. I wish to marry this woman. I will give up my status, wealth, place in line to the throne. Please father, your blessing.”

“What say you lady Satya? You seem rather calm about this.”

“With all due respect your highness, the Prince just isn’t someone I’m in love with romantically. I am honoured and humbled by you, but no, I do not wish for this life.”

The King stared at you with intense eyes, watching to see if you crumbled under the pressure. Instead you stepped forward and curtsied as best you could, holding the position until he told you otherwise.

“Rise my dear. Prince Niran, is this really what you want?”

“More than anything in the world father.”

“You’re willing to give it all up yes?”

“Right now if needed.”

He took off his crown and placed it neatly on the floor, taking a step back to show he cuts tied with it all. He was very serious about this. He didn’t want to run away in secret. He wanted a blessing.

“Very well. Then you shall have my blessing.”

The Prince turned to you, lifting you up and spinning you around in delight, before lowering you for a warm hug. You were stunned. You came in here prepared to fight for him. It was too easy. You couldn’t believe it. He so desperately wanted to kiss you, but thought it was best saved for a moment of privacy. He took your hand in his and turned to leave.

“Niran.”

“Yes father?”

“Pick up your crown. See that you show her the proper royal way to behave. If she is to be Queen someday then she’ll need the lessons.”

“You mean..?”

“No one said you had to give up your royalty. You’re a smart man, so see she learns fast. She’ll have to impress the court on your wedding day after all.”

Overjoyed, he bows, holding it for at least ten seconds before thanking his father and rising. You had no idea that this would be the outcome. Never in a million years, and yet, you were to be a Princess, and one day Queen of the court.

A fairy tale come true.

——🪷——

“How are you feeling my lady?”

“Scared. Shocked. Surprised. Take your pick.”

“Yes, it is a bit much isn’t it. The pressure will wear off soon. Once we have the wedding and have our first child-“

“Child?!”

Prince Niran grins. He was kidding. Children were important in a royal relationship, but he was happy to wait. Still the thought of having children with him someday wasn’t so bad. He was gorgeous in every way, your children would inherit that, you were sure.

“So my gorgeous little maid, will you marry me then?”

You watch as your gorgeous Prince drops to one knee, holding the most beautiful ring you had ever laid eyes on. The jewel itself was alive with a tiny Biolight lotus, that pulsed with power, enticing you to put it on. His smile was like starlight. He really loved you.

“Oh my sweet Prince. Did you really have to ask? Of course I’ll marry you.”

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 4: Vivisection

Ok so first off, sorry this is late! The next few days are also probably going to be late bc of internet issues, so yay **jazz hands**

Anyways, I had to look up what vivisection even is lol, so that was also fun. It's cutting people (or animals) up specifically for experimentation btw

Anyways, I'm really glad that people seem to be enjoying so far, and I hope you enjoy this one too! It does get a bit gruesome tho, so be wary of that

There was something about it that was just a little bit pathetic. Kol watched the scalpel trace down the man’s chest, he didn’t even know his name, cutting in and letting the blood seep out. It stopped just below his breasts, letting the pain come onto him before they continued.

He wasn’t doing it alone, of course. Elijah was here, a steady presence against Kol’s back, his hand holding the scalpel with Kol’s. In another room, Enzo and Damon were dealing with some other men, members of the Augustine Society. Occasionally, scream and cries would ring out, making the man with Kol and Elijah tense up.

And, well. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve this. He’d helped with the experiments, after all, although it had been a few years since he’d participated in anything other than the New Year’s parties. He’d held this scalpel once, or something like it, drawing it down Kol’s own chest, stopping in the same place he had now.

Elijah was holding onto it for pressure, and to make sure the knife didn’t shift around too much. He was letting his brother control where they placed it, and when they stopped, as the one who’d been the actual victim.

Eventually, the blood might stop. It could be that this man’s body would run out of blood, it all coming out from this one cut, or it could clot, and try to heal in that way. Or, it could close in the method of a different experiment he’d run on Kol in the years past - true, as a non-vampire he was impervious to the sun, but.

Well, the lighter Elijah had gotten, at Kol’s quiet request, would help him feel the same agony either way.

“Just like our siblings,” Elijah told him, holding the man down and burning his skin off. “So quick to resort to arson, little brother”

Kol didn’t reply. Most of their communication was mental, anyways, with Elijah’s gift of their mental abilities. Slipping into the surface of Kol’s mind was easy in comparison.

As this man, and his accomplices in the next room over, had found out. They’d been tormented for weeks by their own minds, long before Elijah and his companions had made it around to them. There was nightmares, which would then increase their paranoia, and then they would try to run, and find that they were trapped. And then, they would wake up, and find themselves unable to run anyways, too sleep-deprived to even find the exit to their houses.

Honestly, it was the most exercise Elijah had given his mental abilities in years, maybe even centuries! His presence enough was usually enough, even without either of his brothers around. And this was for his family, given how much Kol clung to him. As though Elijah would just vanish as soon as he let go, even though he had given his word that he would stay.

Not even their other siblings suddenly calling for help would remove Elijah from Kol’s side now, not for the world. Even if the blood kept getting on Elijah’s clothes, and Kol was still scared to drink from anything other than Elijah’s own wrist or neck. Even if he did wish for some privacy sometimes, although Elijah knew better than to ask aloud. He didn’t want Kol to freak, after all, and he knew that he would, if Elijah made any move to leave him.

The blood from this recent act of vengeance wasn’t going to get on his clothes, thankfully. Or well, they were, but that was only because Kol was wearing an ill-fitting dress shirt of Elijah’s today, and he was closest to the man they were torturing.

Knives were a favourite, although the fire from the lighter was a close second for Kol. Burning the wounds, cauterising them only to make new ones, brought screams from his former tormentors, and Kol revelled in it. Paper scrunched up into a ball, soaked in gasoline. He shoved it into the man’s mouth, letting him choke on it.

Then, Kol set it on fire.

It caught quickly, first the paper and then the man’s beard around his mouth, spreading along the hairs until his face was alight. If he could’ve screamed, Kol knew he would’ve, like how Kol had screamed when they’d set him alight via the sun. Like when they’d burned so many other vampires to dust, trying to see if they could replicate what happened with Kol.

It felt just, to watch the man burn to death, cooked alive inside his own skull. The restraints kept him there, and Elijah didn’t even try to move them away from it, understanding that Kol needed to watch. For himself, and for justice to feel as though it had been served.

“Thank you,” He would later whisper to his older brother, as they set out from the burning house.

Elijah would hum in response, but just continue walking as though Kol didn’t say anything. Like it was a given that he would go this far for him, that Kol shouldn’t even feel the need to thank him for it. And, after thinking over it for a little longer, Kol thought he liked it better that way.

[eyeofthechasm]

Hi hello I know we've literally just met this very moment but please tell me everything there is to know about your isat OC, I crave knowledge.

HWIWHSIWHEKWNS HI OK !!! This’ll be extremely scattered tho so be warned

Also sorry this took so long 😭😭 i was havin a day yesterday lmao

(Full game spoilers under cut)

So!!! Lorenzo Silvana Halloran ! He/him pronouns, Scissors/Rock dual type with the title of The Performer. He’s 22, half portian and half islander. (Mom was Portian, dad was an islander)

Starting w backstory stuff: When the Country disappeared, he was only 12. He washed up on some random beach with only some tattered clothes, a notebook and a small ring. He stayed with his mom for a little while though left to venture on his own at 14 bc she actually sucks and is terrible.

Living in Portia, he’d grown fond of live performances of all kinds. Music, plays, comedy shows, etc. He ended up doing a few of his own and building somewhat of a name for himself. It became a fine source of money for him.

Isabeau and Mirabelle heard about him a little after Isabeau joined. He’d tagged along for navigation to find the second orb and greatly impressed the two with his skills and he joined ! (After getting proper clothes bc the only fitting ones he had were. Performance clothes and coverups plus one other set of clothes)

Ok !! Now onto everything else

Nicknames, others to him-

Mirabelle -> Renzo

Isabeau -> Renz, Enzy

Odile -> Lorenzo

Siffrin -> Zo, Renzo, Enzy

Bonnie -> Zo/Zozo, Loren (he absolutely hates this. Bonnie thinks it’s hysterical)

He heavily prefers Renzo over Lorenzo, as his full name always feels too formal to him.

Nicknames, him to others-

Mirabelle -> Mira, Belle

Isabeau -> Beau, Ibabeau (hot stuff)

Odile -> D, Odile (shes intimidating leave him alone)

Siffrin -> Siffs, Rinrin, (pretty)

Bonnie -> Bons, Bonbon, Kid/Kiddo

He’s incredibly kind, though a little obnoxious and incredibly closed off. He doesn’t really know how to be super genuine without being incredibly uncomfortable. Also doesn’t ever show fear ever at all. Never he’d rather die.

He hates any blood in large amounts not his own. Hates it. Not a phobia, but it makes him freeze up completely. He didn’t do that good when Siffrin lost his eye. That was the very first time they all saw Renzo actually scared ! Like visibly shaken ! He never did it again tho

He loves puns. Him and siffrin are an absolute fucking nightmare together

His hair is naturally darkless, but he dyes it a vast number of shades. It’s fun and covers up his grays (yes he has grays at 22. Genetics <\3)

He’s the tallest party member ! 6’1 without heels

He used Craft to alter his teeth, which are pointy as hell now, and his vocal chords, so he can hit ridiculous notes he really shouldn’t be able to hit.

His accent is a fucking mess. Similar to Siffrin’s, but mixed with both Vaugardian and Portian.

He really wants to craft more ridiculous stuff onto his body (like pointy ears n shit) but doesn’t. Remember how to do body craft. So he needs to re-learn (from isabeau hehehe)

He loves chocolate, but would only try super weird flavors if Siffrin was doing it with him

Chatty drunk. Absolutely will never shut the fuck up

Has called Odile “mom” on more than one occasion.

He sleeps on the floor bc he can’t fit on the clocktower beds 😞😞 leg too big

Haven’t exactly decided on weapons yet but his weapon will either be an old modified guitar that literally couldn’t play anymore OR these

Thats all for now, but i’m absolutely adding more as i figure out more abt him. Official Renzo info post

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

*revives again*

I'll be soon going to sleep, but anyways

Thank you btw! <3 I'll still be a bit hesitant as of now to write fics but i'll definitely will keep making ideas, boredom does that to ya'

Now i'm like, wanting to write a fic about cryptid Hal especially after reading a one shot with this topic, but i think i'll just write down ideas so i can talk about them with someone who is willing to listen! :3

I'm now like: Hal slowy turning into a cryptid without realizing it.. bird Hal...(I have the perfect bird for him, even though i would probably make my own little species for him), lots of hurt before comfort, it gets worse before it gets better, lots of whump.. nomnom😈

Body horror too since the wings would have to, literally and im not even joking, rip apart his back since he didn't originally have them.. painful back pains before the wings actually come out, gotta love some good old fashioned "it gets worse before it gets better"

Also him hiding out of either fear or denial, or fear of being judged by the League because God that man needs therapy!!

The deep seated fear of becoming inhuman bc of the rings is so scrumptious, MMMM

I’m reminded of that one nightmare JL:U episode where that GL was stuck in a nightmare where humanity became alien to him and he progressively got taken over by the ring until he couldn’t understand English and was scaring people away.

Specifically with Hal and this bird transformation imagine the slow creep into it tho.

His appetite gets weirdly fast and suddenly he’s catching up with Barry or Wally on their snack breaks to carb up, eating way too much until he feels like he’s going to be sick but then it passes and he’s hungry all the same, not knowing he’s fueling the fire of his body burning up calories to shift. His skin gets weird and prickly in places that’s mostly covered by his suit or loose clothing as a civilian, his fingers seem longer and thinner, his hands and palms too as they stretch out to an appropriate wing span but it just looks slightly unproprtional for the time being so he’s not worrying too much other than his skin. His lips thin and there’s a sharp pain at the front of his gums, like something is trying to force itself out and his teeth are feeling ill-fit in his own mouth.

He gets knee pains and during a fight with a heavy hitter, maybe Lobo, multiple bones are broken and they stick him in some sort of med pod to expedite the healing process but that does him in. His broken legs bend backwards and the change forces a talon from his heel as his feet cover in scales over flesh, his arms grow and fingers combine into those misshapen wings that take up so much space in the med pod he’s curled in on himself in comatose agony. His teeth rot and are replaced with the beak that had been forcing itself out until his lips stretch around the outline of it and are covered by the feathers just starting to take proper form.

When someone checks in the next day what’s inside isn’t Hal anymore, he can’t do little more than scream in harpy cries at the agony he wakes up to. He can’t walk, can hardly lift himself up with his hands gone and replaced with winged arms that hardly have the feathers needed to fly after his bones stretched and broke into this new misshapen body of his. His head pounds because his eyes have shifted from front facing to more on the sides of his head like a prey species, not entirely but enough that he can’t physically see the world the same anymore. When the pain subsides and he finds his voice it’s more shrill and improper because his mouth isn’t the same anymore and he has to learn how to speak again with this new speech impediment.

Arugh! Love this

He’d have to be physically bigger too, bc yes, and have to come to terms with the fact he’s got hollow bones now. After all the angst is done his biggest sad factor is that he can’t enjoy food the same anymore bc he can’t really eat much of it depending on what beak he grew in

[seiwas]

1,2 and 3 for you and Hajime, please <3

thanks for asking stephanie!! 🥺

ask me me ship questions for any of my reader dynamics / selfships!

#1 Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

hajime 100% dsfbsdj it's when we argue abt something he did but i don't understand the reasons for. hajime has his priorities straight a lot of the time (the relationship) and is usually willing to sacrifice certain things for those priorities 🥺 smth smth him rejecting a job faraway even tho benefits are good cos it would mean being apart 🥺

#2 What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

hajime would hold me mostly, i think. ask how i am, what happened (if i want to share), and just keep me close because it's what i really need anyway. he gives me some water from the water bottle by his bedside and tries to stay up while i watch videos to fall asleep to (he falls asleep earlier 2/5 times but at least he tried!!). on a very rare occasion, we might both get up and find things to do around the house; if it's early enough to be the cusp of morning, we'd probably go out for a walk.

i worry more when he has nightmares because it happens so rarely (dreaming in general). he tries not to act super affected by it and attempts to shrug it off saying it's okay he'll just use the bathroom and go back to sleep so i should too, but nope. i am fussing over him The Most. making him tea, putting on a movie, asking if he wants a massage etc etc etc. he laughs it off and says all he really wants is to hold me :(

#3 Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

yes 100%. where would i be without his hoodies hxbdjs i looooove using his clothes bc they're always so comfy!! he values comfort a lot so you can bet that the material of his clothes are super soft and cozy!! most of the clothes i wear at home are his

none of my clothes fit himshdjfbs but we do have matching bracelets!! i use it as an anklet mostly bc it doesn't match by aesthetic (a simple black band) but yea 🥺

[vicsdeangelis]

unpopular opinion but the band's style in the rush era has been a letdown. Especially Damiano has had some of the most boring outfits ever and he's often the least interestingly dressed among the 4 of them which being the frontman is kind of bizzare (and I'm only talking about how he's dressed at work stuff, it's none of my business what he wears in his free time). Sometimes I look at his pics from 2021 with the bold makeup, skirts and corsets and painted nails and I want to cry a little lmao

even tho you're specifically talking about his "work outfits", i do think there has been a change in his personal style, and it probably affected how he dresses on stage/for events. he used to have his nails painted like the rest of them, and now he doesn't. he used to wear bolder, i guess, clothes like that one two color suit i love and shorts, things we don't see him wearing anymore. so i do think that reflects on what he wears on stage too. as much as i joke (well, kinda. there's some truth to it lmao) that i hate their stylist, they do have at least some input into what they wear

i completely agree with you on the letdown part, and i've been annoyingly vocal about it lol i hate most os the stuff they wear nowadays so i don't even bother talking about it anymore. imagine how tired i am kznxkzkzj

i do think the buzzcut matches rush actually, but i don't know about the blonde. mind you, i'm talking about matching the album vibe, not whether he looks good or not. unlike eminem, damiano was blessed with a face that can bring people to tears. more than eminem, tho, i think he looks like he'd fit in perfectly either in a 90's boyband or a punk band, depending on what he's wearing ksnsksjs

but this is not about the hair, it's about the clothes. so, i've actually been compiling my favorite outfits of theirs and the difference from then to now is staggering to me. but if their personal style and preferences has affected the way they present themselves at work, there's nothing we can do about it. which i find sad on a personal level, but completely understand. they're young, people change, etc etc

also, i know if FEELS like ethan always serves but trust me, it's only because he's far in the back and always ends up taking his shirt off anyway. he's not doing much better than damiano. i still have nightmares about that shoelace abomination they put him in dksnsksj

[multifandomshell]

Adaman, Irida and Volo 1, 8, 14, 22, plus one wildcard for whichever question you want!

Oh hey!! Welcome to my blog, you're my first ask! Dunno if I'm supposed to choose one for each question or do all of them, so I'm doing the latter. This is gonna be pretty long, so buckle up lol

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I'm pretty neutral with Adaman, he's a character with solid design and personality, but I just wish there's more story to him. The only noteworthy story stuff I find about him is that he has a lot of siblings, which make for a fun dynamic, he's a bit unsure being a leader (altho that appears few and far between), and that's kind of it? He's kind of boring imo Adaman fans pls don't come @ me ;A;

Irida, on the other hand, I actually get attached to a lot more than I expected. She has the same solid design and personality as well, but I like that there's more focus on her personal conflict. Since she's young and a recent leader, the insecurity of being a leader is stronger on her side, not to mention the whole thing with Palina. You can actually see that she's growing as well over the course of the main story.

Lastly, Volo. He has a death grip on my soul Unsurprisingly my fave, mainly because of the angst potential he has and his way of thinking. Personally, I take one look on his idea of "The world is unjust so we need to start over" and thought 'oh, big mood'. (The same reason I got attached to Cyrus lmao) Unlike Cyrus tho, he's a lot more human and he acknowledges it, which is where I like to imagine how shit goes down with him, especially with his vague backstory.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When it comes to all of them? Just water down their personality by A LOT. One thing I saw in how ppl treat them in fanfics, especially with Volo, is either making him a terrible irredeemable monster with zero personality other than 'evil' and 'master manipulator' and making him the butt of the joke, or he's a soft fluffy UwU boy that instantly regrets what he's done and becomes good after the MC kisses him or something. Like I get that it happens in memes for the former and x reader indulgences for the latter, but cmon guys. Once or twice is fine, but I feel like it's so overdone. You can't just erase the canon like this. Volo is a compassionate guy. Volo knows well the weight of what he's doing / will do to the world. Those things can and do coexist.

I also have a really long tangent for Volo being compared to Kamado in terms of evilness and being hated / loved by the fandom, but that's for another post if you actually want to see it.

While I don't see much of their depiction in fics (because I'm not wading through 157 submas or x reader fics just to find a decent fic of them), I do also think that, like Volo, Adaman also suffers from his character and story shoved aside because ppl focus more on the fact he's hot, be it in fanarts or fics. I do occasionally see some interesting takes on his character that are explored further, but it's either a) a hidden gem, or b) overshadowed by the main plot of more popular fic focuses (again, submas AUs or x readers)

And for a main character, Irida is just really shoved aside in the fic department. You have to actively scour for stuff about her, although I don't actually do that so I don't really know how bad this gets.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Why would you make me do this I am the worst at this aaaaa- (ded)

Adaman is not formal. At all. Assigning him a steampunk aesthetic because of the association with time is really cool, but expect him to be fussy about it. He is 100% casual, bonus points if the clothes are long sleeved and baggy or loose in any way. (Which is ironic since those are a nightmare to clean in boggy terrain. Whoops, sorry bud) In a way, his modern drip is actually really fitting.

Irida is definitely the opposite of Adaman. She NEEDS her clothes to be at least somewhat revealing, otherwise she won't survive the summer. I can also see her choosing light colored clothes instead of the black undershirt in her modern drip since it reflects light (and therefore heat) instead of absorbing it. Also jewelries. Nothing too excessive, just a bracelet or maybe some earrings to match her outfit.

Volo is definitely an ancient greek aesthetic, although he may be open to other things as well. Like Adaman, his clothes tend to lean on the more comfortable side, although he doesn't mind revealing clothes too much. His default is thick jackets or hoodies with fur linings (and the fandom also agrees since it's the consensus modern drip for him lmao) but I imagine him wearing more traditional celestica clothes in private since his heritage is near and dear to his heart.

Literally no polyester, rayon, nylon, or any synthetic fabric for these guys. They would die of rashes within 30 minutes. (Aside from Volo, but he's still dropping it after a while)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

While I'm mainly a Volo x Reader fic main (yes I'm one of those ppl pls don't judge ("o_o)) I actually enjoy the fics that analyzes their characters and behavior more. Potentially also worldbuilding and relationship dynamic with some other character (that don't involve romance) is also really good and I keep coming back to them.

Some of my recommendations for Volo in Ao3 is teach me a kinder world (whatever you can bring) and a lot more Volo and Cogita stuff by absolutenadir. Another one is 成功を祈ります (English ver.) and while it's presented as an x reader, reader barely appears and there's zero romance scenes at all. After the story itself, there's a really detailed breakdown of Volo's character as the author has a philosophy masters degree (bless your soul Laurentine, hopefully you're doing well out there) and I think it's a good foundation for understanding and writing Volo as a character as well.

While I don't actively read Adaman and Irida focused fics, there is The Importances of History (Class) by annasofroma which is a series dedicated on worldbuilding and relationship building. While the main focus is on the Galaxy Team, I've read all of them and there's at least one fic in there where both are prominent figures and actually express a distinct way of thinking. There's also same earth; same air; same sky which explore their sibling-like dynamics.

But on that note, shoutout to jdphobe for making that and Apotheosis as well. Definitely the most invested I have ever been in a long fic. There's two other legends arceus fic of theirs as well that focuses on Volo but be sure to give them a read as well!!

And I think that's it!! This post's gone on for long enough so no wildcard for today. Thanks for sending me the ask!

[damagedh3art]

Extra Headcanons

★Sora falling asleep standing up is harmless. He has no nightmares in this state as his body is in between awake and sleeping ★Sora's keyblade changes to others via a keychain attachment and not via multiple blades. -Tho still requires him to summon Kingdom Key in the first place ★Sora so far has only shown his damage to Riku, Kairi, and Ienzo. Donald and Goofy let his friends grab him first. -All they know is his hearts damaged and faintly saw his right arm. Tho wont say anything ★His sleep is very miserable if unaware someone is with him or close by. Fearing Xehanort will snag him again to finish his job ★He does still feel the connection to his friends. Its all he truly has left to keep strength from truly breaking. Even if his tones bitter ★Sora wasn't around his dad much by the time Riku's dad disappeared. He never understood why til his own father ended up missing and told by his mom when old enough he never stopped trying to find Riku's father. Fishing partners stick together after all ★Sora stims with chewing and fidgeting with his necklace, but since it is inside his heart. He stims by tugging at his hair in a few spots. ★Sora's mom took care of the two boys and even Kairi at some point. Loving the trio and their friendship, taking a group photo of them. The last photo that had them all being truly happy as friends. No jealousy ★Sora's mom knows he's terribly hurt, but understands he doesn't want to show her. So she put true trust in Riku to take care of her baby boy.

Anti-Sora Headcanons

★The anti form stains spread the more anxious Sora gets, but do go back to normal the more relaxed he feels. Full stress will get him to go anti ★If Sora goes full Rage Form its extremely painful and only triggers when things are truly wrong. Hard to get out of such form without assistance. Eyes will be red here ★Form is extremely feral and acts like an animal to their best ability. This form cannot speak only make chitters, chirps, and to other noises. ★He can be gentle and want attention when it feels right, but he is mostly afraid and wants to stray away from others. ★He doesn't fight with a keyblade, rather he uses his claws to teeth. Truly fighting like an animal rather than how Sora himself would fight

New Additions

★Sora can fish with only his hands, no need for a fishing rod thanks to his father's teachings ★Anti Sora however, uses his teeth to catch fish much to Riku's discouragement ★Sora's custom attire will shift with each World rather than restrain it to the ones that do, mostly due to his heart damage. -The special magic in Sora's new clothes change/alter them to fit the world he escapes to if his damaged heart desires it

*Will add more as they come

[bunny-rambles]

i... well, still not go on tumblr a lot ahah. life is getting busier by the day and will be for a very long while sigh but yeah. i'm not dead and since i am gonna leave town for a lil while (going to freeze myself over at a friend's house in the mountains lmao) i just wanted to make a quick check up message. i hope you're feeling good (how's the christmas season going? yesterday i spent one hour trying to not kill myself while decorating the tree)

also the scaracat piece was really cute, so thank you. distractions are always welcome in stressful times, and scara is my favourite distraction.

speaking of scara i, well, am feeling feelings recently. (one of my best friends would say "emozioni sono state emozionate" which literally means "emotions have been emotioned", to mantain that funny out of grammar tone)

me talking about scara seriously would be very long tho bc how can it not be, so instead i'll be leaving you with a funny list of scara fun facts courtesy of the italian fandom. idk how much this can be funny to a non italian but if i can get a smile out of you, that's fine to me: <3

- "wanderer" has been translated in the newly upcoming italian version! specifically, it has been translated as "vagabondo", which has been found hilarious by everyone as a famous italian songs with the same title quotes "i, a wanderer, with no money in my pockets, but at least there's God above me". not only am i the one that's gonna end up pennyless by his arrival, but it's so funny given scara's quite turbulent past with gods lol

- speaking of wanderer, his clothes' palette matches perfectly that of the famous italian soccer team of naples. this has led to everyone making memes of scara with naples' scarves and shirts and even soccer themed rooms and the meme that scaramouche was the new member of naples got so out of hand that some non genshin players actually started believing naples had gotten a new soccer player. scara has since been nominated an honorary napolitan by the community, which is even more hilarious bc the stereotypical napolitan is the farthest thing away from scara you could possibly think about

- less than a funny fact and more than, well, a curiosity? scara's burst in the italian translation has been written off as "fantasticherie burrascose", which is an extremely fancy use of words to say "stormy fantasies". i cannot possibly convey how funny it sounds to me personally but i find the actual meaning to be actually quite fitting to scara as a character

with this i really have to go ahah. this hair are not gonna wash themselves

i wish you a good week bunny, ti voglio bene!

- 🍓

P.S. just realised the "gl" in "voglio" is the same there is in "tartaglia" (they're pronounced the same bc italian has consistent pronounciation unlike english lol) which is very nice bc i indeed want tartaglia. like, a lot

P.P.S. good luck with the scara pulls! for what concerns myself i'll keep fingers crossed not only to get him, but hopefully with cons too? meager hopes but hopes are what keeps us living ig

I kept this ask back from being answered because I thought it was the last I was going to receive for quite a while - but it’s selfish to not even give you a response. I’ll really miss you if you end up too busy, but I suppose that’s just life.

The seasons over, but I had a nice christmas surprisingly (even though it’s probably my least favourite holiday). Feeling good though overall? Hm. Well, things are stressful at the moment, it’s constantly up and down but I can say with confidence even though it’s like this, I’m doing good overall. So there’s no need to worry :) (putting up trees is a nightmare omg pls I feel ur struggle)

I completely forgot I even said to go check that out- but I’m really happy you liked it and glad that it helped. I’ve written some more stuff in the mean time, I’m not going to ask you to read them this time, they’re just there if you want to

emotions have been emotioned, I need to start using that one because that’s exactly how to describe what’s happened for my feelings over the little guy. Like. Wow. That’s the perfect phrase. 10/10 fr !

you can come into my inbox any time you like and please don’t be afraid to send stuff in even if I don’t reply to the first one (I promise I’ll get there, slowly but surely, you’re never ever a bother - you’re actually a highlight of being on tumblr) so if you wanna blurt all ur scara brainrot out, I’m always here

(all of these got a chuckle/giggle out of me, so it was more than a smile <33)

- the amount of irony pls lmfao, although it is actually accurate with nahida looking over him now. Speaking of penniless, this mf drained me of my entire storage of primos (still, got his c1 but man he didn’t make it easy at all)

- the fact that non genshin players started thinking scara was a new player, knowing absolutely nothing about his personality and who he is in the game - AND he’s an honorary player? i did see a few memes of him with a football under his foot (or next to it) when his redesign was first released, and they did the same thing with heizou so who knows, maybe heizou is also an honorary football member somewhere. (but if they were to ever go against each other, my money would be on scara)

- stormy fantasies huh. well. ahem. isn’t being stepped on one of the biggest fantasies the scara nation has?/hj. no but you’re right, I can’t explain it but it is very fitting for him, I’m just not smart enough to go into depth about it ;;;

ti voglio bene dearest fragola, I miss you in my inbox and hope you come back at some point, and I hope you got scara !! he’s a very fun character, just a little fragile (although if you have a healer or a shield character, this shouldn’t be that much of a problem)

[daz4i]

I'm gonna be a very self-indulgent kinnie here but lemme tell you the idea i got. don't read too deep into what it says abt me tho ok? 🧐

so anyway. current day atsushi - has been with the ada for awhile - gets hit with an ability that transports him to the past. around 4 yeard ago, in fact. he finds himself exactly where the ability hit him, so, some random warehouse in yokohama really

he starts walking around, maybe back to the agency, to see if they can help him get back to his time

but alas. there's not much they can do (really at first they don't even believe him until ranpo says he's telling the truth). they say they'll help however they can but like. nothing much to do here really

so he continues roaming the city, hoping to maybe find someone who could help him, even considering going to the mafia in his desperation, but on his way there he barely manages to notice someone pickpocket him and starts chasing them, eventually cornering them in an alley to take his wallet back

and that person. is freshly defected dazai, looking more distressed than atsushi has ever seen him (darker eyebags, skinny, empty eyes with not a shred of light in them, messy clothes that barely fit him)

so. they're both 18. both lost, in their own way. but atsushi is more secure in who he is and where he should be than dazai at this point in time. so he asks if he can help him. i mean the time ability is either gonna wear off or he'll find someone with a similar one to just transport him back maybe, so until then he may as well pass the time with a younger version of his mentor. also dazai certainly has some ties who may be able to help him... right...?

so, dazai takes him to where he's currently living. it's a bit of a dump, a dinky apartment, barely furnished, very messy and quite dirty

there is no food in the fridge and dazai points out this is why he was even out pickpocketing in the first place. he has quite a lot of money stashed away, but he knew that withdrawing too much of it might attract attention he can't afford to have on him right now when he's supposed to lay low, so he got enough for the apartment and just. didn't consider food in the process. he is not used to thinking about it

atsushi can see. that dazai is doing the bare minimum to survive right now

he stays over at his place with him - having nowhere else, and it's not like dazai cares one way or another - and at night he can hear dazai having nightmares (calling for odasaku, sobbing in his sleep, waking up constantly and failing to get back to sleep)

in turn, every once in awhile, dazai can hear atsushi have his own nightmares, about the orphanage and the trauma he got since getting out of there too (watching akutagawa die....... even if he came back I'm certain it was traumatizing)

atsushi tells dazai about it. about his past, and his future - leaving out information about dazai's own, for now, due to being unsure how it'll affect things and fearing it may destabilize the timeline somehow

but dazai catches on - atsushi recognized him when they first met. so, clearly he knows him in the future. that means that he made it, and 4 years from now, he's still alive

he can't really figure out if he succeeded tho, if he fulfilled oda's wish. he tries to piece together from atsushi's stories whether or not he became good like he wants to, or if he failed and gone back to the mafia, or worse

eventually atsushi lets smth slip. and dazai catches him, and starts asking questions more directly. seeing how the world didn't explode from the small thing he accidentally said, atsushi decides he may as well go all out, and tells dazai everything, about how he saved him from drowning, about how dazai got him in the agency, how he helped him. he also mentions dazai setting him up as a duo with akutagawa and dazai is kind of surprised at that (mainly that the akutagawa he knew, who kills without thinking, is now willing to work with someone else, and even made a promise not to kill anyone for 6 months)

they keep talking. clearly, this is getting to dazai, so atsushi suggests they go outside to get some fresh air. they wander around, still talking (while trying to maintain a relatively low profile), and eventually they come to the river where they first met 4 years later. they sit on the grass and watch the water as it goes. atsushi mentioned seeing dazai try to kill himself here many times. dazai laughs and points out that it does sound like him. and then

"so... you're saying, 4 years from now, I'll be here? saved by you?"

"and saving me, too! i would've starved if you hadn't taken me in."

dazai thinks for a second. "i save people? i... i'm on the side of good?"

atsushi smiles, "i think so. i don't know if I'd call us good, but we certainly do our best to save people, yes." he can see that dazai looks... hesitant, almost. "and we couldn't have done it without you! ever since i joined, at least, your plans carried us through adversary. i would've been dead a few times over if it weren't for you, haha."

something seems to sink in. the light of the sunset reflects in dazai's eyes as he looks at the boy in front of him. atsushi thinks about how they're not so different, at this point in time. he doesn't know what's weighing on dazai's mind - doesn't know about odasaku, or the promise he made to him - but he could seemingly just tell what dazai needed to hear.

and it seems to hit home. the light filled eyes shut, and tears start to stream from them.

it just. seems so hard to believe. right now, dazai is barely hanging on, filled with doubt on whether or not he could make it - barely even wanting to, really. it takes all his power to not just throw himself in the river in front of him again. but that'd be breaking his promise to odasaku. he saved people, yes, but not yet. he still has to get there, first. it's so hard to survive, but he has to, now. if only so atsushi could one day get back here and tell him all that.

he doesn't cry loudly, or sob, just shaking a little. it's embarrassing how good it feels to just let it out, honestly

atsushi is in a bit of a shock. this is definitely the most emotions he's ever seen his mentor express. but... this isn't his mentor, not yet. it's just a kid, as lost as he once was, forced to grow up too fast without knowing how to be a person yet.

there's not much atsushi can do, so he goes for the ol reliable, and hugs dazai.

the man freezes in shock, the trembling in his shoulders stops.

and then there is a flash of white. no longer human takes effect, nullifying the ability cast on atsushi. before either of them can tell what's going on - meeting each other's eyes one last time, for the next 4 years - atsushi gets transported back to the present.

the battle seems to be over, only a few minutes passed, even though he lived through a few days. other ada members surround him, some of them demanding to know where (when) he's been. he just smiles.

on their way back to the agency, he asks dazai to walk with him behind everyone else. after seeing the other members get far enough, atsushi immediately hugs him, noting how different he feels from his younger self - more stable, even somewhat confident despite being surprised by the gesture.

"I'm glad you made it through. I'm proud of you," he says while his face is buried in dazai's shoulder.

dazai seems surprised, but hugs him back. if he remembers the event 4 years ago, it's unclear to atsushi. he just feels a warm smile and bright eyes look at him, filled with their own pride.

...and that's it that's all i have. i am not gonna turn this into an actual oneshot but feel free to take inspiration if you'd like, just please tag me if you do :3

making myself emotional thinking abt impossible interactions between characters