#god I wish I could fuse with my best friends

[jrwi-rambler]

Anyone else think about fusion William and literally anyone else?

No? Just me?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey, something occurred to me, I once read it on Tumblr but never found it again.

A reader Joan of Arc, who in life fought in the name of God and in the end was burned at the stake, her God did not save her from her tragic death and when she died he did not receive her, even when she was able to talk to him;

Told him: - "Many die in my name, you are not the first and you will not be the last"

That disappointed her and disappointed her faith, so when Brunhilda asks her to fight in Ragnarok she agrees, even merging with her since they are both faithful to their ideals and beliefs, as well as fiercely protective.

In the end she wins the battle and maybe Ragnarok (I think they are saving Brunhilda for last) she wants them to bring all those who died, at the end when everyone celebrates she looks at her God and says:

- "Many died for you, but we will be the last to do it"

Perhaps these gods and humans will be impressed by her bravery and fighting skills, and also by her beauty;

Gods: Possessed, Hades, Thor, Odin, Loki and Heracles

Humans: Lu Bu, Sasaki, Jack and Nikola (Maybe Adam as a platonic father as an extra)

I hope you like the application!

-His words, even years later, still echoed in your mind, “You’re not the first to die for me, nor will you be the last.” It let a bitter taste in your mouth and anger in your heart.

-You begged God to save you when you were being burned at the stake after doing his work, helping France, saving innocents, showing bravery even in the face of death.

-When you died, you were stunned to have not been received by his grace, instead you were surrounded by a group of women, warriors like yourself, Valkyries.

-You felt betrayed by God, as he had not been there, but you were welcomed warmly to Valhalla, many who knew of you became good friends and allies, as they were taken with your bravery and gentle heart.

-When you finally found God, and you asked him why he didn’t save you, why wasn’t he the one to receive you, he told you those bitter words that burned into your very soul.

-Your faith was shattered, until you found solstice with the Valkyries, training with them, and helping others, you were quite popular with the children in Valhalla.

-Ragnarok was something you never thought you would be asked to fight in, but here you were, holding a shield and sword, Brunnhilde by your side, giving you a firm nod as the two of you were partnered in the final fight, everything riding on this one battle.

-She fused and became your armor, forming a winged helmet around your head and a full chest plate and gauntlets down your arms.

-You had never felt such determination and Brunnhilde had never felt such unwavering focus, the two of you were definitely the best match for each as you walked out to the roar of cheers.

-Only Brunnhilde knew you were nervous, as you weren’t showing a lick of it, your eyes focused on your opponent who was, in all honesty, a bit unnerved, seeing that you weren’t scared.

-The battle raged on for what felt like hours, you and your opponent both had traded injuries, tuning the crowd out as both sides were cheering for your respective sides to win.

-When you stood over your opponent in victory, he was not prepared to see you crying, tears flowing down your cheeks as regret filled your body. You didn’t want to kill him, but you had to, for humanity.

-As the winner, you were granted one wish, anything you wanted and without hesitation you spoke, “All of the fighters who perished in this tournament, humans, valkyries, and gods, I wish for them to be returned to life.”

-The stadium was so silent, you could hear heartbeats in those in the stands, jaws were dropped, as your wish seemed to echo throughout the arena.

-Zeus couldn’t help but smile softly, bowing his head to you, “Perhaps we judged humanity too harshly. As your creators, we gods should have done better to guide you all, to help you all more. We shall start that now.”

-With a snap of his fingers, figures reformed all around you, humans, gods, valkyries, Chen Gong, Red Hair, and Lu Bu’s army all reformed as well.

-The cheers were deafening, they were so loud you almost couldn’t hear them as you watched reunions, Zeus hugging his son and brothers, Jack and Hlokk hugging Hercules, the Valkyrie sisters all being reunited.

-You looked around the stadium and saw your God, the one who abandoned you and you didn’t realize the crowd had hushed, realizing you, their hero, was going to speak, “I- no- we may have died for you, but we will be the last.”

-God was stunned by your words, by the fire in your eyes, your anger, you believed in him, and he had turned his back on you.

-You turned and smiled as Goll nearly ran you down, leaping into you arms, hugging you tightly and you finally broke, crying while smile, celebrating your win, humanity’s salvation.

-Poseidon- Had more respect for humanity, shaking Kojiro’s hand, acknowledging him as a strong fighter, and while not all humans were good, he knew that there were many good ones as well. He learned you were the one to bring him back, alongside the other warriors, you could have just wished for humanity’s champions to come back, but no, you wished for all of them to be brought back. He had never met a human, let alone a woman, like you before, you were selfless, but you were also determined and very beautiful. You were quick to catch his eye as you greeted him politely when he came over, offering you a hand and in thanks and he couldn’t help but grin as your face turned bright red as he lifted your hand to his lips, pecking the back of it gently. You were just getting more and more interesting to the Sea God.

-Hades- After getting unburied from his four brothers, the hug led by Zeus, Hades took a long moment, realizing that he almost lost everything, had it not been for you. Zeus told them all that as gods, they would all be taking responsibility now and guiding humans, rather than what they had been doing, something Hades admired, seeing the growth in his youngest brother. That’s when he saw you, getting out of your own cuddle pile of the valkyries and Hades was quick to approach you. He had heard your declaration to your god, and he remembered you, how you pleaded to your god for help, only to be abandoned. Hades thanked you for bringing him back and despite being the winner, you were still so respectful, giving him a small smile, he knew he was going to see you again.

-Thor- He wasn’t one for physical affection but when he saw Lu Bu, the two friends ran to each other and hugged, laughing warmly as they knew they would get to fight again! The valkyries and Chen Gong, even Red Hair, were all rolling their eyes as the two warriors celebrated. Thor found you moments later, hugging Goll tightly as you spun around and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing you so happy to see everyone else so happy. He had never met a person like you before and he was quick to approach, wanting to thank you. Goll hid behind you, a bit nervous but was gawking in stunned awe that Thor was smiling down at you, as he thanked you for giving him back his friend. Your warm smile seemed to make his throat clench, he had never felt such a feeling with a woman before, but Thor decided that he liked it, he wanted to feel it more.

-Odin- You were his opponent, you beat him, and you brought not only him, but everyone else back as well, gods and humans, showing your selflessness. Odin had never met a human like you before, he remembered your tears as he was fading away, you regretted having to kill him. He had been dead for the shortest, only minutes, but still, it was enough for him, but to be given this second chance, he felt a strange feeling in his chest, he wasn’t sure if it was admiration or appreciation. Odin approached you, seeing that you were still injured, and he waved his hand over you, and you felt your wounds healing, surprising you before he smiled softly down at you, “Thank you Y/N, for everything.” You thanked him for healing your wounds and for his kind words and he gave you another smile, wanting to see you again after this, but for now, he was going to enjoy the moment of his second chance.

-Loki- Was overwhelmed with joy, seeing his friends brought back to life, celebrating as he hugged Hercules, who laughed warmly, embracing the smaller god, the two laughing warmly. When Loki saw you, he paused, a strange feeling in his chest, seeing you smiling as Adam ruffled your hair gently, you had just gotten your ass kicked and despite winning, you chose to bring everyone back to life. Loki frowned softly, knowing he probably wouldn’t have done the same; to see you, a human maiden, do it, he had to admire you. Loki shook your hand, thanking you, which did surprise you, but you smiled gently up at him, making him feel happy before he quickly pecked your cheek, dodging a punch from Brunnhilde as you cupped your cheeks, flushing bright red. You were just getting cuter and cuter.

-Hercules- Was plowed down by Jack, Hlokk, and the other valkyries, making him laugh as they were all crying, so glad that he was alive again. You smiled gently as Hercules stood, grinning brightly at the others before he turned to see you, “You’re Y/N, right? Thank you so much for bringing us back to life! I’m so happy that you won and saved humanity!” his hug surprised you, but you had never felt a warmer hug in your life, it was gentle but firm at the same time and you couldn’t help but smile and hug him back as he spun around. He then realized you were still injured and quickly swept you into his arms princess style, which made you flush and he took you to the infirmary, ignoring your bright red face until he sat you down, thinking you were adorable.

-Lu Bu- He wasn’t one for physical affection but when he saw Thor, the two friends ran to each other and hugged, laughing warmly as they knew they would get to fight again! The valkyries and Chen Gong, even Red Hair, were all rolling their eyes as the two warriors celebrated. Chen Gong was the one to find you first, saluting you and bowing deeply in gratitude, which made you smile as the two of you shook hands. When Lu Bu came over, you greeted him warmly as well before Red Hair nudged you from the back, shocking the two men as Red Hair didn’t let anyone touch him other than Lu Bu and you smiled as they both thanked you as well, in their own ways. Your determination made Lu Bu want to get to know you more, wanting to test you in combat, his own way of bonding, but for now, he was content, getting this second chance.

-Kojiro- He had fallen back, seeing you win your match, while sitting in his waiting room, a sense of relief filling him as he knew humanity had won. He was rushing to the arena, so he didn’t hear your wish, but when he arrived, seeing those who had perished, being brought back to life, his jaw dropped and rushed down, celebrating your win with his friends, both who had won and lost their fights. When Kojiro saw you he couldn’t help but laugh, coming over and picking you up by your hips spinning you around, which did surprise you, but his bright grin made you return his smile as he pulled you down into his arms, hugging tightly, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You’ve saved us all!” you smiled up at him as he squeezed you, his eyes sparkling brightly in happiness.

-Jack- Seeing Hercules there, Jack felt like a child, for a moment, running towards him, Hlokk right next to him and the two leapt at Hercules who was stunned to be alive again, as he knew he had lost, before catching the two at the last moment, going to the ground hard as they both hugged him. Hercules could tell they had been through a lot and couldn’t help but cuddle them both, glad to be alive. As everyone was thanking you, Jack approached and took your hand, pecking the back of it, some were annoyed, as you were their savior and he was a serial killer, but you didn’t feel afraid of this man as he pecked the back of your hand, thanking you for returning his dear friend. You smiled warmly, telling him you were happy to do so and your colors were so pure, so blinding, Jack had never seen such colors before, you were beautiful, inside and out.

-Nikola- He had been plowed down by his brother and dear friends, all of them ugly crying, so happy that he was alive again before Beelzebub was quick to join, in tears as well. Nikola was laughing warmly, hugging each of them, but felt a sense of relief fill him, he was alive, which meant that humanity had won. When his brother pointed you out, being hugged by Kojiro, Nikola was stunned, you were a young lady, one who shouldn’t be fighting, but there you were, wounded but smiling warmly, seeing all the reunions. He must have been staring because when you looked over at him, you looked away, blushing cutely which made him start before he came over, introducing himself to you, shaking your hand in thanks. You couldn’t help but smile up at him and in a rare moment of impulsivity, Nikola asked you out on a date, which made his brother and friends gawk in stunned awe while you blushed bright red, not hearing the cheers around you.

-Adam- After getting his sons off of him as they had plowed him down, he held Eve tightly as she sobbed into his arms, so happy to have him back. He saw all of the other reunions; the other humans and gods being returned back to life. Zeus stunned him by offering a hand of friendship and partnership, telling him of the god’s new plans to do what they should have done from the beginning. Adam accepted this and turned when Eve spoke, “Oh there’s Y/N, she’s the one who won and brought you all back.” Adam turned, seeing you, a young maiden and he felt anger in his belly, angry that you had been forced to fight, but without you, they might not be there. Adam came over and you, knowing him, bowed your head, greeting him before he stunned you, hugging you tightly, “You never have to worry again, my daughter.” His words meant more to you than he realized as you relaxed into his embrace, smiling softly as you finally relaxed.

[icycoldninja]

Cam you write the DMC men who’s similar to Akira Fudo from the Devilman Crybaby anime?

Once a regular human, she gained the power of the demon Amon after being inducted into a Sabbath ritual (The Sabbath Parties were the latest popular trend among the wealthy and dissatisfied individuals of Japan: Underground rave parties with an occult aesthetic.

When Ryo Asuka took Akira Fudo into in a dilapidated old church, with the intention of fusing with demons. It went about as well as could be expected and most partygoers ended up being possessed by a demon or slaughtered by one) organized by her best friend.

She was originally physically weak, but after being fused with a demon, she became much taller, with visible muscles and a permanent eyeliner

In her “Devil Trigger” form, her skin becomes a shade of bluish gray. She possesses a coat of dark fur that covers her entire legs, and she has clawed feet and fingers. Her head is covered in hair that sprouts small wings from the sides and antenna near the top, and forms into a widow's peak with a red forehead. Her back sprouts large black wings resembling those of a stereotypical devil with a purple interior. She also has a thin monkey-like tail.

She admits that other than the trauma from the Sabbath Ritual, she felt somewhat “appreciated” after being fused with a devil. She barely has friends, is always quiet and reserved and looks normal. So the whole fusing is just making her more devilishly attractive

But shit hits the fan when devils started targeting those around her and herself. There’s an instance in the anime where Akira found his friend killed from being associated with him and she was killed pretty brutally (there’s a scene of her death on YTB):

https://youtu.be/vr0eOkgHwxg?si=gq-zv4LByHVvpndG

After that, she went berserk, so blinded by rage and agony that she started mauling devils and humans left and right as she felt they deserved to be “punished” for killing those who are innocent

The boys then had to devil trigger to subdue her, not without some pretty serious injuries

After a few days cooling down, she just rot in her room as she was depressed and still feel as if her friend’s death was still fresh and had just happened seconds ago:

“I’m sorry…it’s my fault…I shouldn’t have gone with Ryo to that party” she mumbled

They obviously had to check on her since she had locked herself in the room without food and water for days, when they came in, she’s just rotting on her bed silently so they gently ask her what can they do for her

She’s just silent and unresponsive the whole time and when they thought she’s asleep as they were about to walk out, she just mutters that:

“Babe…Do you think Miki died because of me?”

“Are you disgusted of me…are apart of who I am?”

“Miki died because of me…Others died because of me…and I indulge in this fantasy of mine of how good of a change my life had become after being fused with a devil without considering the possibilities for tragedies to happen….Oh god Miki…I’m sorry”

She also says that she had hurt them while going berserk in her devil trigger form and she does not trust herself to devil trigger once more, knowing she might not be able to control herself like last time

How can they help her? How will they comfort her and what would they do to help her control herself better?

Sure, here.

Sparda boys + V x Akira Fudo-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He'd heard about what happened to your friend and wanted tohelp you, but you locked yourself in your room and refused to come out. Dante eventually figured out how to pick the lock and entered with food and water, only to find you laying face down on the bed, stiff as a corpse.

-He asked you if there was anything he could do to help you, but you didn't respond. He thought you were asleep and was about ready to sneak back out, when you started mumbling about how you wished you hadn't gone to that party.

-He told you that what happened wasn't your fault, it was the demons who did that to your friend, and assured you he still loves you no matter what.

-He could never be disgusted by you, ever. Even if you are partly a demon now, so what? So is he!

-He's not scared of you either; he's honestly seen a lot worse and has gone through plenty of injuries more serious than the ones you've given him. He knows you never intended to hurt him, and won't blame you for it.

-He honestly thinks your Devil Trigger form is pretty cool. It's not every day he runs into a humanoid demon who's actually beautiful.

■ Vergil ■

-When Vergil heard about the tragedy that befell your friend, he wasn't sure what to do. This was a delicate situation that needed careful words to smooth over, and he didn't do so well with words.

-He eventually decided to portal into your room with some snacks and drinks to ask if everything was alright.

-When you didn't respond, he simply gave you a kiss on the head and promised to return later, thinking you'd fallen asleep. He got a tad bit startled when you suddenly started muttering regretfully, saying how you wished you hadn't gone to that party.

-Vergil then gave you a MOTIVATING pep talk explaining how he would never think any less of you for what you are now, and how the death of your friend was not your fault.

-He told you he would never think lowly of you for your new demon side. If anything, he finds it impressive, a testament to your POWER.

-Vergil isn't going to leave you for such a trivial matter, so you'd best stop laying around feeling sad and pull yourself together so you can make the most of these new abilities of yours.

□ Nero □

-Nero heard the news and knew you would be absolutely destroyed because of what happened. He understood, and wanted to be there for you.

-Despite your attempts to shut him out, Nero managed to worm his way into your room with gifts and snacks, and sat down on your bed, patiently waiting for you to start venting.

-When you refused to say a word and just lay there like a lump of lifeless mass, Nero knew what you were doing. You weren't really asleep, just too depressed to even look at him, so he decided to initiate conversation by lying down with you and wrapping you up in his arms.

-The comfort you needed finally being given to you, you began to open up and expressed how you regretted going to that party, because now you're a violent, unpredictable half demon who has become a target for other demons, and whose best friend just died as a result.

-Nero assured you that your friend's death wasn't your fault and that despite these changes, he still loved you and would stand by you forever.

-He promised to help you work through your new state of being. Being half demon didn't scare him one bit, considering both his father and uncle are like that too. You two will explore your new abilities and figure out how to better control them together.

● V ●

-V grew very worried when you didn't come by to visit him like you normally did. He figured it was because of an emergency, but as time went by and you still didn't make an appearance, he knew something was wrong.

-V learned the news of your friend's untimely death from one of your family members and raced to your house as fast as his weak legs would let him.

-When he got there, he found you lying on your bed in a gloomy haze, seemingly ready to stay there forever and just rot away. V didn't want that for you, (who would?) and sat down next to you, waiting patiently for you to start speaking, screaming, or whatever.

-You felt comfortable in his presence and slowly disclosed how you felt; how disgusted you were with your new form and how you regretted your decision to go to that party. You ended up revealing more than you meant to, but that was a good thing, since V now had a better grasp on how to comfort you.

-He stayed with you for the next several months taking care of you, constantly assuring you (despite weak protests on your part) that he would love you till the end of time and beyond; no matter what you became or what you did, this would always be true.

[sunny-mercya]

False Brother

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

Masterlist

»What do you mean, he isn't Shinichi?«

The question you spoke with a whispering volume in your voice, filled with doubt and hesitation, hung above through the upcoming silence like a loose threat—ready to fall and causing havoc disaster.

Without really noticing it, the three Soda cans of cold Cola—which you had eagerly volunteered to get for your brother, Heiji and yourself as a form of thank you treatment for the hard work they had done these past few days of solving yet another crime and bringing justice once again—slipped from your hands, which had now a visible shake in them—and onto the ground below with a thud, rolling away.

Heiji captured his lower lip between his teeth's, gnawing at skin in slight anxiousness. Observing you, Heiji raced his mind of ways to distract you—bringing you away from the scene, from something of a sort of false truth you wished, longed, to be true again—and calm you down before your anger could rise.

You rarely got angry as you're a more peaceful person with sincere attitude of positive and genuine love energy. Only a handful, be it people or things, could make your fuse go into an explosion.

Though when you got angry, when the fuse start to spark and make the anger bubbling inside you—till it bursts into flames of fury—oh lord, than you weren't a pleasant person to be around.

»Are you telling me, that he–he isn't–isn't.....Shin–Shini......« your voice faltered, died out in uncertainty of unbelievable.

Heiji knew—from the way you first narrowed your eyes at Okuda, the person who fooled you into thinking that he was your dear brother—who disappeared once without a word and now reappears again—how your hands are clenched into fists, so hard that your knuckles turned white and how your narrowed stare turned into a angry sneer—that your about to strike Okuda down with every possibility of your strength in Qing Mado. After all, you weren't in the top 5 of ranks for nothing.

Heiji was able to catch you when you leapt forward with a raised fist. Okuda did a fearful step back.

»This fucker! I will smash him into the ground! He had now fucking right to imposante as Shinichi! NO RIGHT! I–fucking let me go Heiji or I swear to god I will fucking smash you into the ground too!«

And in the next seconds, you grabbed Heiji's arms and judo flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground. Leaving him breathless for a moment.

While Heiji regained his breath, he glanced towards Ran and Shinichi—the actual one, who tried his best to take cover behind Ran—and Heiji, for once, felt absolutely angry at his best friend—who couldn't dare to give you one fucking simple call, because if he had it wouldn't be like this today.

You had charged at the false Shinichi, punching him across the face and pummel him into the ground. Sitting on top of him, you grabbed his shirt collar and shook him anger.

They all watched in shock how you, the oh so sweet and kind [Name] they all knew, shouted threatening profanity at Okuda—and how you gave him a punch after another, letting your fury completely free.

The audacity—you sneered in visibly barging anger—to imposante as your brother, is something unforgivable to do and wouldn't be forgiven, not when you waited all those damned months—almost a year had passed—without any news, signs and calls from Shinichi.

»HOW DARE YOU TO IMPOSE AS MY BROTHER AND FRAMING HIM FOR A CRIME, JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKER COULDN'T ACCEPT THE TRUTH!«

Because how low must be someone's morals, their values of integrity and beliefs, dropping to do such horrendous acts of so called "self-justification"

How desperate someone could become, to impose—undergo surgery even—as another person and commit murder in their name, to make them into a killer and frame them for such inhumane actions.

And that's all because, a truth of justice and evidence couldn't be accepted.

Heiji pulled you off from Okuda, taking every hit from your trashing around in his arms—as you tried to free yourself from his hold, wanting to beat the asshole all bloody more—and brought you to one at the benches, near the vending machines.

~~~

Heiji didn't say anything, when you cried in his arms, knowing well from first hand experience that sometimes silence comforts more than the mere words of actual comforting meaning.

It wasn't the first time you've cried over Shinichi's absence. There had been many nights where you bawled your eyes out, thinking of gruesome possibilities of what could happen to your brother to make him as of what he is now—gone and nothing but a mere fading memory.

But this was different—as you really had thought that Shinichi had finally returned and even when it seemed that your brother had lost his memories—you could live with this as long as he was back—your crumbling hope was rising like a flame, believing naive and dumbly that everything was turning good again.

Though once again it felt too good to be true, because in the end, it was nothing but a fraud—ripping the fragile hope in your broken—but ever so mending—heart apart and leaving behind a mess of piercing pain.

Maybe you should just accept the possibility of reality, that Shinichi perhaps was dead—all along from the day he disappeared to the here and now of present.

Perhaps you also shouldn't have fought for your life back then—when Daiki had kidnapped you and all you wanted was to die as well, having willingly accepted your fate as you hadn't any goal or ounce of hope left in you—but when Conan told you such blatant lie, that Shinichi had called and would be back home soon, you thought—living once more to see Shinichi's smile was enough to keep going against your wishes of death.

»I really–I thought, that–I thought, that it was–was Shinichi.....« you choked out, hiding your face more in Heiji's neck.

»I know, I know, sunshine. C'mon deep breaths, in and out, just like we practiced. Yeah, just like that, ya doing good« whispered Heiji, rubbing your back and praising you when you did the breathing patterns.

If Heiji could, he would've told you in a heartbeat that Shinichi is here and alive—freeing you from the painful pressure of heartache you living through ever since with the loss of your brother—but he couldn't, have promised—vowed—to never tell the secret of who Conan actually is.

The amount of times Heiji had to bite his tongue to not say anything to you—because if you would knew the actual truth, you would cause havoc and unleash a fury at them—and he never felt any remorse guilt about it nor anger about it before, to tell you minimal lies—but now Heiji does and for once he wanted to punch his best friend for being so absolutely stupid.

»Come, Officer Kogawa said she's gonna drive us back to the City and then we could take a nap in our hotelroom and afterwards we can go and have a nice dinner, watcha think, sounds splendid doesn't it?« said Heiji, prepping your face with kisses, before standing up.

You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes, rubbing your face and—besides the upcoming migraine you felt pounding in your head—managed a small smile at Heiji.

»Yeah, that sounds real good« you agreed, leaning against Heiji as he placed his Cap onto your head and slung his arm around you—pulling you close.

For a moment you felt bold; cradling Heiji's face in your hands, pulling him down and gave him the biggest kiss on the cheek.

»Not that I don't appreciate it, but what for sunshine?« asked Heiji, grinning at you—have been taken by surprise with your action.

»No reasons, except for you being the best in my humble life and do you wanna know how much I love you Heiji?«

»How much?«

»Endless, like the universe«

[judithan-xing]

oc phone bg + detail shots ^w^

This is a redraw of an old phone background I made a couple years back, except I wanted to make it themed around my unofficial Year of Yaoi I've been doing. It's a celebration of all of my gay protagonists, with more detailed notes about them under the read more, please consider taking a look through at it, I really poured my heart into this piece ;w;

[In order of top to bottom, left to right]

Fester and Riot (Lordless) are what I would consider the ship that is the most "I would kill for you", in a mutual way. Riot is given his Blessing by Abaddon and prays and worships him at every hardship, completely unaware that the creepy, rot-smelling freak that he's been helping unwillingly is the object of his worship. Fester would do anything for Riot, having fallen in love with him the moment he laid eyes on him, and suffers torture and having his wings ripped from him and still goes to Riot's side.

Valcher and Dirk (Red Snow) are obsessed with each other. Codependent, but in a way that's mutually beneficial. Valcher hates humans and finds them disgusting (his vampyric diet consisting of wild game) but trusts Dirk with his life and finds him to be Different than the rest. Dirk is obsessed with Valcher and realizes that his repressed lack of want for love or sex has actually been due to needing a Freak Like Him. His love for Valcher comes easily.

(Center panel) Tamara and Judas (Magus Society) are the It Couple of All Time. Judas originally courts Tamara on the idea that he's both extremely powerful, frail, and naive, but eventually can't help but truly fall in love. His dubious morals are no match for Tamara's virtue, and he changes, not just to save the world, but to earn back his love's trust. And Tamara, despite the heart ache he's put through, lets Judas back in. Forgives him, loves him flaws and all. A Demon Prince and his Deity of Hope.

Saber and Lux (Elemon) are rivals. While Saber is nonbinary so this wouldn't count as MLM, Lux is also nonbinary so it still counts a T4T. Lux is exceptional at everything he does, between training Elemon to besting others in combat, to the point it enrages Saber. How could this idiot Nobody beat them? Over the course of their story, however, Saber learns to realize they never stood a chance. Lux is in a league of his own. The respect becomes mutual, and the crush is incidental. If you ever asked what their relationship is, they'd both say "we're just rivals" even after making out.

Sinclaire and Kail (Demon In The Machine) are... coworkers, if you could call them that. Kail, in a desperate attempt to find a better life for himself and his sister, and get them off the frozen hellscape of Titania, makes a deal with a devil - an Arma demon named Sinclaire. He sells his soul in exchange for a new hand and a mech. What he doesn't know is included is his heart, clutched in the black claws of his boss, his owner, his downfall. Toxic lovers to the end.

Avelar and Gentri (Legend of Arcadia) are bodymates. Gentri is the God of Nature, Avelar a man of science, and in an effort to turn himself into a God he fused the soul core of one into him and became permanently bound to the deity. Gentri detests him at first, trying to do anything and everything he can to remove himself from the semi-mortal prison, but eventually grows to understand and even like Avelar as a person. He learns of human fear, mortality, abandonment, and while he wishes to be a separate person he grows to enjoy the man's company... especially after several decades of Avelar furiously trying to find a way to undo his mistake. Their trope is enemies to reluctant friends to lovers.

Sterling and Rez/Rezykai (Benevola) are acquaintances by necessity at first. Sterling is a merc who takes jobs others don't want, and when he's asked to transport Rez across the border he nearly refuses. But he does it anyway, and goes from being barely involved with his political drama to integral and attached. They're both idiots and bicker constantly, but they both care deeply about the other and would kick anyone's ass for touching them. Sterling is cold and Rez is a tsundere and together they're hilarious and insufferable.

All of these ocs have spanned the course of my entire artistic life. Tamara and Judas for example I drafted up in 2007, while Saber and Lux are my most recent mainstay duo having been created in 2023. I love my ocs a lot and I could go on and on about them forever if prompted. (pls send me asks about my ocs lol)

if you got this far tysm i cherish you <3

[knight-dwx-09]

Return

After a long comfort from Juniper and the young girls including the still confused reaper and trying a different method to separated them like the boost himself and used the leaf which merely lead him to find himself once again. They were ready to went back to Remmant.

Oh yeah, Neo chose to stay there to fix herself. Nothing he should worry about, though he wishes the best for her.

After departing through the door, the five of them meet with the tree in her human form.

She began to retell the story of the god of brother, where two beings were created in the ever after for the purpose to take care of the place. Soon enough, they started to create a living being like the Curious Cat to fulfill theirs and even more. But their experiments became too much for the tree to handle, so it constructed a door to the greater beyond, allowing them to create even more.

She also say that how a dishonest path could cause a unfortunate change, and the horrible things about broken hearts is that there’s nobody send them back for the repair while holding the wooden statue of the cat.

The said cat suddenly hissed in his mind at the comment, seemingly irritated by what she just said.

He had asked if she can remove the cat from him. However, she told him that it was beyond her power, saying the cat and his soul had completely fuse together. If she severed it by forced, his soul will be damaged permanently, worst he could die.

Great, there’s nothing he could do to kick the cat out without gambling his own life.

She also give him Alyx’s knife and he became young again when he grabbed it, joy spread through him as he hold his own young face. He never thought he will never see it ever again, although he was dumbfounded by his own voice when he speak.

CCat: I prefer the old you. It’s much cooler and got the mature aspect around it.

And just like that, his happiness get wash away into the sea.

Soon after, the blacksmith open a portal behind them, a doorway back to Remmant.

CCat: Ohhh, This is so exciting! I can’t wait to see your world. I have been wondering the food there, how is it taste? sweet? Salty? And does the nugget really look like a dinosaur? I also want to meet your friend, especially this Oscar boy who have a old man inside of him. I have a ton of questions for the wizard like how it feel to inhabit the boy body or where the other soul go after he absorbs them. Agh! There’s simply too much I wish to know and see.

His eyes twitch in annoyance, letting out a sigh.

Weiss: Are you really fine?

Jaune: I… not really sure. Not only he irritated me to no end with his questions, I’m still afraid what’s this would do to me, how will it affected my mind as time goes by…

He turned back to Weiss with a confident smile that showed his resolve hadn’t falter.

Jaune: But I won’t let this stop me, I will find a way to get this bastard out of me if that’s the last thing I do.

Seeing him so lively in spite of his condition, all of them smiled.

Yang sling her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing him against her chest and ruffling his hair.

Yang: That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t let that lying pussy win, we are gonna kick that kitty butt as soon he leaves you!

Blake didn’t say anything, merely giving a supportive smile as she place a hand on his shoulder.

Weiss: I can ask for the scientists’s help in Vacuo. I don’t know if they can do anything, though it’s still worth a shot.

Ruby: Don’t worry Jaune! We, team RWBY, are going to help to split you and the cat apart even if it takes years.

Jaune smiled at the young girls, proud for having a great friends around him.

Jaune: Thank guys

CCat: How can you say that Jaune? After everything we have we went through, we are practically a best friend.

Jaune promptly disregarded it.

Blake and Yang were the first to leave as they hold hand, follow by Weiss and then Ruby after she said thank you to the lady. Being the last one to leave, he started walk towards the portal, looking forward to reunion with his team and everyone after years of living alone.

Blacksmith: Wait!

He halted and face back at her.

Jaune: Do you need something?

Blacksmith: Can I request you a favor?

Jaune: what’s that?

Blacksmith: The cat, I know he can be very handful and immature.

Jaune: That put it Lightly.

Blacksmith: But he used to be kind hearted, he simply walk down the wrong path… And he need a good guide like you in his life to help him through. I know this a bit much of me to ask, but... Please, be at his side no matter what.

Both stared each other, not utter a single word for a moment. He turned back and marched into the light as he gives his answer.

Jaune: I will try.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Yuma & Astral > Yugi & Atem. Fact

As usual, my disclaimer. Yugioh DM and Yugioh Zexal were the only two Yugioh series I watched completely. I watched DM in the dub and Zexal in the sub. If I had known about the sub as a kid, I would have watched DM in sub :'(. But I was not watching the whole series again. I have watched several sub clips though so I have a fair idea of the Yugioh DM sub.

Now that I have listed my credentials...let me start what may be a hot take.

I love both partner pairings though I like Yugi & Atem more just because I was never a huge Astral fan. But objectively, Yuma & Astral are the superior pair when I look at their story arcs.

The problem with Yugi & Atem is that Atem feels more like the main protag than Yugi. It was not until the Memory Arc during the Yugi vs Bakura duel that it hit home that Yugi was meant to be the main protag. Sure, Yugi has his moments but Atem does all the heavy lifting. Yugi and Atem had great teamwork in the Pegasus duel and it was epic to witness. But otherwise, Yugi does not really have any memorable duels until the last arc. Yugi only duels when Atem is unavailable (eg. in the Bandit Keith duel) or for emotional duels (eg. possessed Joey). Atem is the guy who ultimately defeats the main players: Bakura, Pegasus, Kaiba, Marik, and Dartz. Yugi is basically Atem's support guy and is delegated to the background. Which is why I was never a huge fan of their ceremonial duel. It felt totally unearned to me. First, Yugi has the advantage of knowing Atem's deck while Atem has little knowledge of his. Frankly, the ceremonial duel is quite forgettable and underwhelming. The main moments were Yugi defeating the Egyptian gods and that last symbolic move with the Ressurection of the Dead card. I like Yugi but he never felt like the main character of the story. Atem fought all his battles for him. When things got tough, Atem took over and Yugi took the backseat and got all the glory. Yugi deserved better and I wish his title of King of Games felt more earned in the narrative because Yugi is canonically a prodigy gamer too. In the dub, Yami's thoughts while dueling sound like Yugi so it makes it appear that Yugi is contributing. It's a nice touch but hardly enough to compensate, especially since the sub does not have anything like it as well to bolster Yugi.

Now Yuma and Astral. Thank goodness I found the sub. Dub Zexal is annoying to watch. Yuma is one of my fav Yugioh protag. Honestly, a lot of times I have Yuma as my favourite. Yuma's development was incredible and he is unlike the others who were just naturally amazing duelists. Because Yuma started off as a bad duelist, he relied a lot on Astral. However, what makes the dynamic between Yuma and Astral more interesting than Yugi & Atem is that they are separate entities during the duel so we get to see their interactions. So instead of just possessing Yuma's body, we see Astral coaching Yuma and even some amusing situations such as when Astral played reverse psychology on Yuma when the kid was being stubborn and refusing to listen to him. As Yuma became better, he became less dependent on Astral and we even see Astral congratulating Yuma on creative plays that impressed him. Then we see Yuma and Astral as equals when they fuse with the power of Zexal (cool power by the way **squeal**...although it can be too OP lol). Because of this, I always saw Yuma as the main character of the story, despite Astral's amnesia driving the plot. We see Yuma defeat the villains, sometimes without Astral. Yuma's rivals are HIS, not just Astral's. We see Yuma and Astral working together on screen. We see that Yuma and Astral's goals begin to conflict when Yuma befriends the Barians who are the enemies of Astral world. Therefore, Yuma's ceremonial duel with Astral had so much more buildup and was way more climactic. Yuma grew as a duelist to the point where he could defeat his teacher and step up to save the world from his best friend if need be. All with a smile on his face. I don't care what the Zexal haters say! Yuma is such an awesome character, despite being one of the youngest protags.

Both ceremonial duels have heartwarming endings. But I think Yuma and Astral had a better dynamic than Yugi and Atem. Yugi's only moment against a main villain was in the Duelist Kingdom arc but he never got a moment to really shine after that until literally the last minute.

[and-a-pidgey-in-a-wepear-tree]

good [insert time of day here] i realised i never thought to ask you amid my delight of you being the most interactive follower i have that isnt an irl friend do YOU have ocs or blorbos. i wish to know. for reasons.

OH hello yes thank you for asking!!! I have several OCs but most of the time I simply Do Not Explain on here; I have lots of ideas and doodles but I make it mostly for myself and don't think to share — doesn't mean I don't want to tho! exhibit A: this absolutely massive post I'm about to make lmao. putting it under a read more bc Oh Boy, the floodgates have been opened

most of my OCs are for two different projects I have: The Visitors and my D&D Dark Star Campaign.

The Visitors is just a lil worldbuilding project I've been chewing on for.... oh wow, over a decade at this point??? I love all the OCs I have in there very very much, but they're definitely never intended to go in an actual story, I just enjoy the speculative biology and character / world building process.

Val is one of my oldest OCs, and she's changed SO MUCH over the years! nowadays, she's a sort of insect/dinosaur mashup alien who uses gravity warping magic and a very large axe to hunt demons. a huge issue for magic users of her species is keeping cool, as magic generates heat and can literally cook you from the inside out, so you'll notice the multiple vent-like spiracles across her body for this purpose. she was born blind and so relies heavily on her best friend, Django, to be her eyes and keep her safe. fortunately, Django has Too Many Eyes. he's a dragon genetically engineered by those in Val's species to be the perfect vessel for storing and releasing massive amounts of mirror-based magic. this kind of magic gives him many abilities, including seeing around corners, creating illusions, or multiplying attacks when applied in different ways, and he acts as Val's seeing-eye dragon. in battle, she likes to get up in the action while he holds back and gives her cues on what's happening, only jumping in himself if she's in major trouble. she's very friendly and excitable, and loves to get into the culture of whatever planet they're visiting, while he's more interested in observing and snooping. there's a lot of espionage and hijinks.

these are some of my most recent sketches of them, tho I'm sure the designs will changes in the future. specific colors don't matter at all, it's all about vibes! not pictured in the halfway colored one is Val's big iridescent black cape thing that has a slit down the middle for her rigid tail, nor her weird arms since I wanted to figure out where the torso vents could go.

Duke is another Visitor who visits planets and solves problems, but his path to get there was a whole lot different! I made him up as a coping mechanism when I was 12, and I'm still very fond of him.

he started life as a human video game speedrunner and modder prodigy. in a "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" situation, a devil (very distinct from demons!) struck a deal with him, challenging his gaming abilities with his soul as the stakes. he won despite the devil's cheating, but that's where the resemblance to the song ends. in this world, a devil winning your soul allows them to fuse with you and gain total control over your body, mind, and actions; but if YOU win, the control is reversed! and like any 14 year old who suddenly has the power to rival minor gods and a chaotic creature living in their head.... he goes off the rails for a while. Val and Django eventually find him and help him cope. his powers include electricity, glitching reality, flailing his glaive around, and being a menace to evil overlords.

you can't see it very well in this picture, but his eyes and the segments between his tail glow lime green! I'm not a fan of drawing clothes, but in my head he's relatively fashionable for a teenager and refuses to wear anything other than black. also, he decided to tell me he was trans a couple years ago, thanks for letting me know buddy 😂

my other project does actually get to see the light of day, if very slowly — I'm running a homebrew D&D campaign for my irl friends called the Dark Star Campaign! none of em use tumblr so WHEEEE I get to post all the spoilers I want! there's a kinda staggering amount of lore behind it and a ton of minor OCs, but the two I rotate in my head the most are Anya the Timekeeper and The Master, aka Armageddon.

Anya the Timekeeper is a chronomancy lich from an alternate universe! she used to help Armageddon travel the multiverse and gain power, but she's decided she's tired of being evil, and now hides in a mansion on a tropical island where she breeds dinosaurs for fun. though she's now very determined to help the party, they'll eventually have to kill her past self to prevent a paradox. her familiar is a little archaeopteryx named Trix who steals hats!

(I commissioned this art from @/goodlouse a while ago! highly recommend checking out his blog!!)

Armageddon is the BBEG and he's SO EVIL and SO MUCH FUN. he's an ancient amethyst dragon who, up until a while before the campaign's beginning, was steadily finding alternate universe versions of himself, killing them, and eating their souls to gain Unlimited Power™. unfortunately, his partner in time (hah) Anya told him to fuck off, so the quest for Unlimited Power™ has been kinda slow lately. fortunately, a D&D campaign started, and he cheated his way into existing at the players' table as The Master! my players can ask to talk to him sometimes, and I'll put on a mask of his head I made specifically for this purpose — very useful for not breaking character when the character is supposed to literally be the one sitting at the table talking to the players. I don't try to hide the fact that he's evil and they all know it, the fun is in giving them little hints and tidbits of lore to munch on. right now he's being very docile and helpful but things will get very very interesting eventually as more of his nature and plan is revealed..... =)

I'm still playing around with what he looks like as The Master, but I really like this recent design I did. his eye glows dark and menacing. I haven't found a design for his dragon form I'm really pleased with yet tho :/

okay wow thanks again for the ask, I have many many ideas in my head and it felt pretty nice to get em out!!

[aita-blorbos]

(canon events, headcanon added)

Am I the asshole for accidentally neglecting my fiancé, which has since led to disastrous consequences?

It's a very long story. I'll try to explain the best I can that doesn't make me sound... as insane as it could make me sound. I (currently 1,046M) and my fiancé (currently primordial chaos demigod, M) used to be in a happy relationship. Or so I thought?  Apparently, even though later he said he didn't regret it, he sacrificed a lot for me. The first time we properly talked, he missed his bus for me. He missed out on a cool expedition for something-or-another so he could be with me, and... most of our time was like that. He gave up a lot to be with me. Maybe if he didn't, I would never have found the Crown.  For a bit of context, the Crown is an ancient artifact that gives ice powers and immortality to the wearer, but at the price of their sanity. The jewels that instill the power also originally granted wishes. I only know all this, of course, because after I found it, I put it on. As a joke, I guess. Well, it turns out, I went banaynays and it scared my fiancé. After that, he left, and I started wearing the Crown more and more until eventually I couldn't get rid of it, and I went insane.

A thousand years later, also a couple years after accidentally bringing my fiancé to the future through a portal, we (me and my.. I would like to call him my son, but he's not really) had to fight a primordial chaos god. But then it ate us and my fiancé. While we were getting digested by the chaos god, the Crown's effects were removed from me. Then the digestion restored the wish-granting properties of the Crown. While we were being rescued by our friends, my fiancé stayed back to do something with the Crown. Well, the wish he made fused him to the chaos god, which was... horrible. But for a while, life went on.

Until other things (longer story) happened, and I ended up in his realm. Even after he gave up his entire life to give me a second chance, I still tried to undo that. I needed to put the Crown on again to fix something, and he obviously didn't want that to happen. After another lengthy escapade (he put my consciousness in some weird creature's body so I could learn a lesson) and he helped me fix things without using the Crown, everything was well. Maybe. But he's still forced to reside in an endless void for eternity. Have my actions doomed him forever??? Plus, I tried to undo all of his sacrifice, IN FRONT OF HIM! Was I in the wrong???

[stormyoceans]

okay I woke up and chose violence today SO

TOP THREE VV EPS. IN ORDER. AND WHY.

...*squints for a long time*

FINE, TOP FIVE. BUT!!! THE OS2 EPS ARE INCLUDED.

[[mine would be:

5. ep 4 (the first serious kiss, the formation of friend credits, the communication of boundaries)

4. ep 10 (the emotional goodbyes! the nomnomnom! fuse's doggo! the pink!)

3. os2 ep 1 (the 30 day challenge! the cute soft domesticity of it all! the surprise bebé!)

2. ep 8 (the greyllery confession and kiss! the single tear! the cats!)

1. ep 11 (the angst! the yearning! one of the best reunion hugs to ever! the way I cry every damn time!)

...now you!]]

ANON I HOPE YOU KNOW I THREW UP ALL THE BLOOD IN MY BODY WHILE TRYING TO ANSWER THIS AND THAT A MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS INTERVENTION TEAM HAD TO KEEP ME SEDATED THE ENTIRE TIME BUT ANYWAY HERE’S WHAT I GOT

1. episode 11: real red. CHANGED ME MY LIFE MY OUTLOOK THE FOUNDATION OF MY PERSONHOOD THE CHEMICAL MAKE UP OF MY BRAIN AND MY ENTIRE BEING ON A MOLECULAR LEVEL. it also fundamentally changes the entire narrative of the show starting from episode 4 and it forces you to go back to rewatch everything that happened and look at it with a whole new understanding of the characters, especially puen. the first part of this episode alone is such a masterpiece in both writing and acting and should be shown in every single filmmaking class around the world as an example of incredible storytelling techniques. not to mention how the reunion in the glasshouse is the epitome of parallelism romanticism soulmatism the me before and after this scene are two completely different people.

2. episode 04: deep magenta. I CAN'T BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS EPISODE IM SORRY I SIMPLY CAN'T. every single scene just makes me mentally deranged in ways so profound they will only become apparent years down the line like shy!puen!!!!! the glasshouse!!!!! "so, will they fall in love?" "i guess they will"!!!!! puen comforting talay!!!!! THE WEDDING!!!!! the way they look at each other at that wedding!!!!! THE KISS!!!!! I KNOW I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BUT I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH!!!!!!! truly the way this was one of my least favorite episodes while the show was airing and now it's at the top of my list and i could literally spend the rest of my life writing essays about it is, quite frankly, fucking insane.

(LOOK AT ALL THE VERTICAL LINES SEPARATING THEM THROUGHOUT THE EPISODE UNTIL PUEN CLOSES THAT DISTANCE AND THE DOOR OF THE GREENHOUSE IS LEFT OPEN IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHOW THEIR HEARTS OPENING TO EACH OTHER THIS EPISODE MAKES ME WANT TO SEEK PSYCHIATRIC HELP)

3. episode 09: midnight black. no other episode makes me experience every single emotion present on the spectrum of human consciousness every time i rewatch it quite like this one does. the fight!!!!! talay being triggered by the water!!!!! the beach reconciliation!!!!! doctor jimmy displaying unprecedented unparalleled unmatched levels of derangement and improvisation by taking method acting to a whole new level and reinventing tenderness reverence adoration wonder LOVE with the look of his eyes alone!!!!!! THE BUCKET HAT REVEAL BEING THE MOST SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION!!!!!! no one has ever been this in love this connected this linked AND I FEEL SICK ABOUT IT

4. episode 03: soft blush. another episode i just cannot be normal about like drunk!puen!!!!! talay trying to cheer puen up and giving him advice on how to fix things with up and aou!!!!! the date-not-date!!!!! the pinky promise and the helmets at the end!!!!! NIVEA BATHTUB SCENE MY BELOVED!!!!!!! there are people who don’t need to be forcibly escorted into a padded room every time they hear puen say “if this can be used to wipe away dust, i should use it with your heart. i think your heart hasn’t been used in a long time” AND GOD I WISH THAT COULD BE ME. my own personal equivalent of the famous pride and prejudice hand flex scene: a moment so delicious i instantly knew i was fucked.

[PLEASE ENJOY THIS BRIEF INTERMISSION AS I GO THROUGH YET ANOTHER EXISTENTIAL CRISIS BECAUSE EXPECTING ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN EPISODE 6, 8, 10, 12 AND OUR SKYY 1 SHOULD BE ILLEGAL]

5. episode 12: crystal clear. okay i had to go to this one in the end because there's just something so deeply satisfying about this episode, about puen and talay finally getting to be puen and talay after such an insane journey. there's also just SO MUCH LOVE in it: the quiet domesticity at the beginning, the joy and playfulness every time they're together, the sacrifices they're willing to make for each other, the comfort the understanding the tenderness the contentment, "where there's you, there's happiness", "without work i can survive, without him i can't", "i don't want time to go by without you from now on"..... THEY PAINT EACH OTHER'S LIFE PINK FOREVER!!!!!!!! also i don't care what anyone says the lay's marriage proposal was PERFECT.

(NOW EXCUSE ME AS I GO DIE IN MY BACKYARD OR GET DRAGGED INTO A PADDED ROOM WHICHEVER HAPPENS FIRST)

[flirtatious-slenderman]

My name is Flirtatious Slenderman, Flirtatious or Flirt are just as well, dear. You can call me whatever you'd like, I don't mind <3

(They are referred to by a wide variety of nicknames. I personally just call them Flirtatious most of the time, but a lot of people refer to them as 'Flirty'.)

My gender is somewhere between nonexistent and genderfluid, with they/them and it/its pronouns preferred, thank you.

(It was briefly mentioned that Flirtatious is not opposed to ey/em pronouns, and I think it'd enjoy those pronouns if it was ever really referred to by them.)

I am also panromantic, demisexual, and polyamorous.

(No mod notes.)

I think I'm a slender, at least. If I'm not, I have some questions.

(They're a slender.)

I'm as alive as the love I hold, darling <3

(They're currently fused with the reversed version of themself.)

I'm dating Transgender Slenderman, Discourse Slenderman, Mayhem Slenderman, and Poet Tr -... Just those three.

(Trenderpoet is Heckin Ded)

I don't have any family, dear, but plenty of friends. Slenderjester is my dearest companion, but I enjoy the presence of Pink and Splendorpoet a lot as well! I'd consider myself friendly with Learning French, though that one is... Complicated, by Dandelion's fighting with them.

(Its relationship with Seraphine is... Complicated. It loves her, quite a bit, but the circumstances and Seraphine herself are messy)

... I'm made of eyes? I don't know if that answers your question, but I'm only eyes. I could... Open them all, if it would delight you.

(Not even god knows what the hell flirtatious is asides a slender)

It's in the name, sweetcakes~

(Being flirty.)

(LORE LORE LORE YES SO MUCH LORE I LOVE MY PRECIOUS CHILD)

Hmm... I do consume emotions instead of food, is that intriguing?

I appreciate the well wishes, archivist, and I desire only the best for you as well.

Are you done yet?

(Image dump under the cut. Pick whichever you want, I draw them too much)

Greetings, I Am The Archivist.

I Come To Request Information For The Purpose Of Collection And Archival Of Slendlr And Adjacent. Would You Be So Kind As To Help Me Upon my Quest of Knowledge?

If So, Please Answer The Following Questions Below.

If You Do not Have An Answer to Questions Or Wish Not To Answer Some, Feel Free To Skip them. Some Questions May not Be Applicable To All Characters.

Additionally, All Questions Are Strictly For The Slendlr Character(S) Listed Here: Flirtatious

And May be Answered In Character Or By The Blog Moderator(S) Out Of Character And Are Not Asking For This Information Of The Moderator Themselves.

Questions

Character's Name/Aliases:

Nicknames (If Any, And By Who If Specific.):

Gender And Pronouns:

Orientation (If applicable.):

Are They A Slenderman (Regardless Of Gender), Slenderfolk, Slenderbeing Or Adjacent/Other/NA:

Status (Alive, Undead, A clone, Etc.):

Relationships (Romantic or Queerplatonic If Applicable):

Familial Relationships: (If Applicable):

Additional Relationships, Please Specify (Ex. Friends, Allies, Enemies):

Are They 'Related To/Based On' Any Specific Animal/Creature/Plant/Etc (Real Or Fantasy If Applicable):

The Character's Gimmick Beyond Being A Slender (If Applicable):

Is The Character And Adjacent Blog A Lore Heavy Blog:

Any Fun Facts You Think Are Important To Note:

Is There An Image/Drawing You Are Ok with The Archivist Using As A Visual Reference Of the Character Alongside The Written Archived Information Provided?

Final Question. If You Are Not Having A Good Day, The Archivist Hopes It Will Get Better.

Thank You For Your Time And For Answering What Questions You Felt Comfortable Providing Answers For. Have A Good Day.

,Sincerely The Archivist.

Are you wanting that [redacted] for both of us? 'Cause no way in hell I'm giving that to ya.

Good question. Which one of us is this directed to...?

[aizensamasuggestions]

Do you consider Kyoka Suigetsu to be your friend? And ally? Or, perhaps, even an enemy? How do you feel towards it?

And (before you fused with the Hogyoku) if someone had had an ability powerful enough to inflict damage upon your Zanpakuto and make it nearly or completely useless, how would you react?

I will do my best to answer this flurry of questions, but, as I'm sure Anonymous is well aware, I could answer a single one with a twelve page missive.

To begin at the beginning, then.

Kyoka Suigetsu, Anonymous, is as inseparable from me as my very Soul. They are me; I am them. Do I always like what my Soul reflects?

...

Well.

Does anyone?

But, to answer a question you didn't ask, if someone were to try to weld my Kyoka Suigetsu in my stead they would discover the power of my zanpakuto diminished in their hand, because it is only my massive reiatsu that allows the two of us to act with such reach. We once held the entire Seireitei in our thrall. No one else could do that. This is why Kyoka Suigetsu and are a perfect match. There is no better zanpakuto for me, and no better welder for them.

When I was a young man in Academy did I foolishly wish for a weapon that would strike where I aim it, obey my desires to wound in some way other than psychologically...? Yes. Yes, of course, I did. I am a man like any other and learning that such a simple act--murder--would be forever refused me by the living edged weapon that I carry was... difficult.

But, I was able to compensate by becoming a master of Kido and Hakuda. Both quite deadly martial arts. Both, for the most part, respected on the field of battle.

Likewise, it was always troublesome to be left with such a puzzle of a zanpaukto name. No one else I have ever met has a phrase--a common, well-known proverb. One, it seems, too, that makes me appear foolish and over reaching. As I'm sure Anonymous is aware, Kyoka Suigetsu means "flower seen in the mirror, moon on the water's surface" and usually the sort of thing monks quote when remarking upon a thing that is beautiful but unattainable, a mirage, a false hope.

Eventually, however, I came to understand Kyoka Suigetsu, which is why I used their power to hide the fact that they have stayed with me despite merging with the hogyoku. Surely you noticed my ability to use hypnosis on that upstart, Juha Bach? How would that be possible had Kyoka Suigetsu "shattered," a word you should feel is already associated with us in some way.... though don't be foolish enough to think it is my release command, nor that we can't release silently.

As for your final question, Anonymous, I have long been prepared for such an attack on Kyoka Suigetsu.

Why, besides their stubborn refusal to kill, do you think I learned to fight so well without Kyoka Suigetsu? If I had to, I could defend myself with just Kido and Hakuda--and I did, for a long time in the battle for Fake Karakura Town. Keep in mind, my skills are such that I could, single handedly, keep three master-level hakuda fighters at bay: Shihōin Yoruichi, Kurosaki Isshin, AND Urahara Kisuke.

But, to your point, why do you think I took so long to employ the hypnotic powers to Kyoka Suigetsu during that battle? Why do you think I used it so sparingly even then? I had assumed that the Gotei 13 was smart enough to enlist the aid of Ichibe Hyousube to do just that--to use the "ink" of his Ichimonji to rewrite Kyoka Suigetsu's abilities. It was only when it was clear that Zero Squad had not been called to aid the Gotei in that battle that I felt free to use Kyoka Suigetsu.

It amuses me that, once again, I overestimated my opponents. Even now, it never seems to occur them the weapons they could use against me. Note to add to Master Plan: Find a way to destroy either Ichimonji or Ichibe so that neither can rewrite my zanpakuto, or, gods forbid, my own reiatsu.

So, my answer, Anonymous, should not surprise you. How would I react to knowing someone has this power?

Plan for it.

Always plan for it.

[steph-oe]

Ahehehehe sorry last, I'm new to the steph/klay community, is it alright to ask for fic recs regarding these two? :D

omg why did I get so excited about this ask ok omg

im gonna share a lil bit of my thoughts about these too bc this is what i live for!! this might be long so please read under the cut! 🤍

1. Can't Bring Myself to Light This Fuse - bones_2_be - Steph and Klay want the same thing, they just haven't figured it out yet. In which Steph and Klay get together, but it's not quite that simple.

I’ve reread this like 100000 times already and I wish I was kidding but it’s true! If there is one thing one should know about me is that I like angst but it has to be resolved at the end because im gonna die otherwise. This is just perfect. 100/10 will make you FEEL things and how vulnerable they both are with the way they feel about each other and their situation and all. God.

2. you're such a heavenly view - Taegookie1132 - Pain. That was the only thing that resonated through his mind. He was cold and everything hurt. Someone was screaming and it took a while before he realized it was him. It also took a while before he realized he was suddenly alone. He knows pain and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling it. Not like this. Not by this much.

Another fic that I am emotionally fixated with, like reread this for a gazillion time kind of fixated. Got me in my feelings in my bed at 3am because I don’t really know the reason but it happened and it happens every time I read it. Another angsty but resolved fic. Hurt/Comfort. I AM LIVING. I need more actually! Vulnerable KLAY! Sign me up.

3. you fallin' head over (right outta the sky) - blonde - steph and klay get into a bit of a (big) misunderstanding

Well I think there’s an on-going theme here already and I know you did not ask for recs of hurt/comfort, angst but resolved in the end fic rec but lol yes i seem to have a favorite i am so sorry. but this one! The scenarios made me feel like im watching a short movie scene PLEASE

4. the moments make up the life - timefortakeoff - Steph and Klay through the years as told through moments, or the popcorn fic.

I lost all my words really but please read this! You’ve mentioned that you have been a fan of the boys since 2014 and therefore I think you will definitely love this one! How it started and all that! Love love love this. Also, make sure to read the part 2/extra scene for this one that is so adorable and just aww.

5. take me to your holy places - penelopes - Steph never thought he'd find himself here, kneeling at the end of Klay's bed, being held in place by Klay as he fucks his mouth. But that's what happens when you fall into bed with your best friend and then fall in love with them.

Hot. Light Angst. Resolved. Hot. What more could you ask for? I feel like im losing words to describe how I feel about these fics but believe me it’s all right here inside my mind. I just don’t know how to express anymore! But, the PINING! the feelings that can’t help but show! Jealousy! Everything!

Sadly, I typed all this while waiting for my meeting to start and it’s about to start already so I can only do five for now but there is a LOT of great steph/klay fics that I have read that I failed to mention here. If you go through the steph/klay tags in ao3, that’s a whole world out there! I hope you enjoy these omg im excited for you. Happy reading! 💙

[asmo-ds]

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💔 - Amnesia!MC

💔 - When MC loses feelings

💔 - God Assassinates MC

💔 - MC Calls them Out On Their Toxicity

💔 - MC Thinks His Sin is the Worst Sin

💔- Accidentally make Luke cry

💔 - When Lucifer kills Mammon

💔 - Reaction to Luke Receiving Corporal Punishment

💔💙- Pranked!MC

💔💙 - MC impersonating them

💔💙 - Suicidal!MC

💔💙 - Angelhunter!MC

💔💙 - MC named Lilith

💔💙 - Sensing Their Sin in MC

💔💙 - Child!MC

💔💙 - MC w/ Anxiety

💔💙 - Bullied MC is Scared of School

💔💙 - Comforting teen!MC after a nightmare

💙 - MC’s Best Friend is religious

💙 - Mom Friend!MC

💙 - Demon Bros take sad!MC to their fav place

💙 - Reaction to MC Calling Luke ‘Chibi’

💙 - Meeting MC’s protective brothers

💙 - Gambler!MC

💙- When Asmo and MC start sharing clothes

💙- Stage Actress!MC

💙 - Jumpy!MC

💙 - Half Demon!MC

💙 - Half Demon!MC 2: Flapping Wings/Wagging Tail When Excited

💙 - MC who doesn’t like physical affection

💙 - When Their Baby’s First Word is “Dada”

💙 - When Innocent!MC cusses

💙 - Daddy Issues!MC

💙 - Quiet!MC

💙 - When MC wants to hold hands in public

💙 - Ditzy!MC

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💙 - MC with Bad Period Pains

💙 - Fangirl!MC

💙 - Surprise Hugs from MC

💙 - MC coddles Mammon and Levi

💙 - MC Gives Head Pats

💙 - m!MC singing ‘She’ by Dodie

💙 - Jealous!Brothers accidentally confessing

💙🤡 - Asmo’s secret child!MC

💙🤡 - When MC loves to scar

💙🤡 - When MC breaks their bone

💙🤡 - Angry!MC breaks a tree

💙🤡 - Doll Maker!MC

💙🤡 - When MC fuses with them 

💙🤡 - MC suggesting a couple’s costume

💙🤡 - MC has a hostile cat familiar

💙🤡 - Sheep!MC

💙🤡 - Horror Fantasy Lover!MC

💙🤡 - God Gendered!MC

💙🤡 - MC’s Past Dating Monsters

💙🤡 - When they turn into toddlers

💙🤡 - Teen!MC Accidentally Calls Them Dad

💙🤡 - MC Comfy around Demons and Uncomfy around Angels

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🤡 - Cursed Images

🤡 - Which Tiktok they would be on

🤡 - MC sends the Bee Movie Script over text

🤡 - Reacting to Hazbin Hotel

🤡 - Reacting to Devilman Crybaby

🤡 - MC questions their relation to Satan if they married Lucifer

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🤡  - MC who Likes to Carry a Knife (But doesn’t use it very well)

🤡 - MC Has a Lazy Demon Cat

🤡 💞 - MC Listening to Explicit Music

💞 - Vampire!Succubus!MC wants them to take her virginity

💞 - Heat HCs

💞 - MC with a Tickling Kink

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🤡 - There’s No Pandemic In Hell

🤡 - Rodents

🤡 - Shopping Cart Speedway

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💔💙 - Wash My Back and I’ll Wash Yours

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💔 - If We’d Won the War... [1] [2] [3] {Ao3 copy}

Headcanons:

💞 - Jealousy (F!MC)

One-shots / fics:

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💞 - Stupid Boy (F!MC) 

Headcanons:

💙 - Spider man kiss w/ MC

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💙 - I Know I Said I Wouldn’t But... *CHRISTMAS SPECIAL*

💞 - Head and Tail (F!MC)

Headcanons:

One-shots / fics:

💙 - You stand like Luci! 

💙 - The Trilogy

💙 - Your Soulmate’s Voice

💙 - Reuniting MC with their dead Cat

💙 - The Purrfect Gift *CHRISTMAS SPECIAL*

💞 - Let’s Make Love Tonight (F!MC)

Headcanons:

💙 - General Fluff HC

💙 - Period Pain!MC

One-shots / fics:

💔💙 - Wish I Could Have Them Both (Asmo x MC x Solomon)

💙 - Slumber Party

💞  - Clubbing and Competing (F!MC)

💞 - In the middle of the night

Headcanons:

💙 - Spider man kiss w/ MC

One-shots / fics:

💙 - Baking For You

💙 - Eating for Two (AFAB MC)

Headcanons:

💙 - Spider man kiss w/ MC

One-shots / fics:

💙 - How to Love Christmas Again *CHRISTMAS SPECIAL*

💔 - I Thought We Were Friends

Headcanons:

💔 - God Assassinates MC

💙 - Undateables w/ Angelhunter!MC

💙 - Undateables react to MC calling Luke ‘chibi’

💙 - When Innocent!MC cusses

💙 - Surprise Hugs from MC

💙 - MC Gives Head Pats 

💙 - React to Luke making a Demon friend his age

💙🤡 - Diavolo’s Secret Child!MC

💙🤡 - When MC fuses with them 

💙🤡 - MC suggesting a couple’s costume

💙🤡 - Horror Fantasy Lover!MC

💙🤡 - God Gendered!MC

💙🤡 - Zombie!MC

💙🤡 - MC Comfy around Demons and Uncomfy around Angels

🤡 - Cursed Images

🤡 - Athiest!MC

🤡 - Reacting to Hazbin Hotel

🤡 - Reacting to Devilman Crybaby

🤡 - Way too Easy Going MC

🤡 - MC Has a Lazy Demon Cat

One-shots / fics:

Headcanons:

One-shots / fics:

💙 - Home for the Holidays *CHRISTMAS SPECIAL*

Headcanons:

💔 - Reacting to Diavolo’s death

One-shots / fics:

💙 - For me?! *CHRISTMAS SPECIAL*

💙 - The Butler and The Angel (Barbatos x Simeon)

Headcanons:

One-shots / fics:

💔💙 - Wish I Could Have Both (Asmo x MC x Solomon)

💙🤡  - The Brownies

Headcanons:

💙 - MC with Chronic Pain From Trauma

One-shots / fics:

💙 - The Butler and The Angel (Barbatos x Simeon)

💔💞- Needs Unsatisfied (f!MC) (part 2) 

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Headcanons:

One-shots / fics:

💔 - When A Child Falls

💙🤡 - The Brownies 

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Idiot | Tony Stark

Hey lovelies— I wrote some flangst even though I have a billion other things that needed to be written. I really woke up and said “comfort character? I think you mean: Tony Stark” and then wrote a fic with no plot. It’s just sappy and sad and cuddly and kinda’ elusive as to the relationship. Might expand on this or might let it sit in the void like I am :) Enjoy

Description: Literally like zero plot, this was literally written today this morning because I am a heartbroken mess and I fucking hate real life men right now and I hate the military and I hate guys who tell you that you’re special when they don’t fucking mean it and I really need a Best Friend/Maybe More!Tony Stark cuddle

Pairing: Best Friend / Maybe More!Tony Stark x Female!Reader

Warnings: Like nothing, kinda angsty

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Fluff, Angst, breakups LOL

She wakes up screaming again. This is the ninth night in a row and she’s starting to think that the others are going to request to soundproof her room. She wouldn’t blame them. She would almost prefer they do that because at least then she won’t have to stop screaming when she wakes up. She can just keep going and finally run out of voice and then maybe— maybe— she won’t be able to say his name anymore.

She flips over, her hair plastered to the back of her neck, her stomach tossing like she’s on a roller coaster. She can’t tell if she wants to cry or throw up— she wants to scream at both choices. She wants to rip her hair out too but then she would be sad and bald and she can only do one of those things right now. She’s not deep enough in the spiral to chop it off yet— that’s a day twelve activity.

She settles on crying— like she even has a choice— and soon her room is filled with the sound of her heaving against a pillow that still smells too much like him. She tosses it— she whips it across the damn room and doesn’t flinch when she hears something shatter. It was nothing important, she knows that for a fact. She hopes it’s the picture of them.

She pulls her knees up, tucking them under her torso, praying the pressure will alleviate the bubbling in her stomach. It won’t— she’s only fooling herself. He’s not a cramp— it’s not food poisoning; it’s rage. It’s brain melting sadness. It’s every ‘Good morning beautiful’ and ‘I miss you’ and ‘I love—

No. Nope— not that one. She can’t think about that one. If she does then she might never stop— she might take a match to everything in this room, every piece of clothing in her closet, every mug in the kitchen that he ever touched. Where would she be then— stuff-less, clothes-less, and with every Avenger looking for a coffee mug pissed at her?

Yeah no— better to just not think about it. Better to just scream.

She squeezes her eyes closed— not like it matters, the room is pitch black anyway— and slams her fist against the mattress, letting the sting that rips up her arm ring louder than his name in her head. It only works for a moment before it’s back— louder and angrier than ever. Louder and angrier than her. His name in her head is a separate entity, haunting her skull like it’s a dilapidated mansion, trying to evict her from the endless halls of her own mind.

She bunches the blanket up, shoving it against her mouth and praying that it muffles the crazed roar that sheds from her lungs— like an animal being ripped apart, she can’t tell if she’s screaming for help or for something so much worse.

There’s a knock on the door and she freezes, her blood running ice cold. A few seconds tick by, her limbs and jaw glued into a tight position, tongue heavy and aching in her mouth. Her heart pounds hard in her chest— the entity knocking back to whoever’s at the door— there’s just no way.

“Would you open the door if I told you there are macaroons in my hand?” A collected, slightly sarcastic, familiar voice breaks through the wood barrier of her door.

Her shoulders drop, her throat closing slightly— it’s just Tony.

“I— erm—” she jumps off her bed quickly, stumbling in the dark until she finds the lamp on her desk, turning it on the the sight of her blasphemous pillow and the shattered remains of a purple mug— damn she overshot the pillow by an inch— “gimme’ a minute, ‘k?”

“You get five seconds — these walls are thick but Friday alerted me to the— and I quote— distressed wailing.”

Oh god of course she did— how could she forget about the damn AI? She presses her palms against her eyes, wicking away as much moisture as possible. She’s so tired— her bones feel like cement, her neck barely keeping her head screwed on let alone straight. She’s a mess and all she can do is chuck her pillow back on her bed and ignore the purple shards peeking out from behind her dresser. One thing at a time.

She pushes her lead bones to the door, trying not to wince as the light pours into her dim room. She blinks a few times, her eyelashes sticky and cheeks stiff, taking in the man in grey sweatpants and a worn MIT hoodie in front of her. She glances down and sure enough he has a mug of pistachio macaroons. A mug. How ironic.

She flicks her gaze to his face, blinking back another wave of tears when she sees the concern mingling with his coffee eyes. “Hey doll.”

She swallows, trying to clear her stinging throat. It doesn’t work, her voice still sounds like she’s been chain smoking since the ripe age of five years old. “Hey Tony.”

He raises a dark brow, eyes drawing down her front, and she shifts on her feet, wishing the hallway light would flicker out. She just knows her eyes are puffy and her hair a mess. Her t-shirt is definitely crumpled, hiding what she can only hope is shorts and not just a pair of panties, and she only has one sock on— she can feel it now, the hardwood like ice against her toes. Her face flushes with heat, fingers clasping awkwardly in front of her— she may as well have a sign flashing above her head. Heartbroken idiot.

For a moment they just stand there, eyes locked, daring the other to move or speak or do anything at all first. Finally Tony sighs, holding his arms out, shaking his head. “Are you waiting for an invitation? Get your butt over her— now.”

That’s all it takes for her to practically jump into his arms, throwing her weight against the man like a drowning woman would a life preserver. That’s kind of what he is. Her best friend— her life line. Any other time she would have been the one knocking on his door— kicking his door down is more like it— but he told her— he told her that he was no good and she didn’t listen. She wraps her arms around his neck, biting her lip hard enough to keep the tears from dripping down her face again. She missed him— she’s been missing him for months.

“He’s an idiot, doll.” Tony mumbles against her hair, arms circling her back and pressing her to him so tight that it feels like he’s trying to fuse their bodies together.

He smells like motor oil and coffee and her chest shakes from the contrast of the fire in her veins and the cool relief of finally going home. It feels like longer than months— it feels like years. She’s been walking on eggshells around him since she introduced her— now ex— boyfriend. They don’t fight— at least, they didn’t before. They’ve never had a reason to.

Not until him.

Warmth seeps from him, curling around her limbs. She presses her face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent ingrained in his hoodie. He’s been wearing it for a few days, she can tell. If things were normal she would be tugging at the pocket, slipping her hands in and tangling them with his, tracing his knuckles with her thumbs. She’ll settle for this though— she’ll take anything.

“I’m the idiot.” She mutters dejectedly, fingers tugging on his hood, trying desperately to distract herself from how much she wants to scream again. “I thought, Tony— I— god I’m so stupid.”

Tony stiffens, chest like marble and pressing against hers so hard she can feel his heart beating against her practically bare skin— deadly calm but beginning to pick up.

“Don’t you dare.” His voice is gravelly, grinding his words against her ear.

His hold on her loosens and she panics, her own heartbeat spiking rapidly in her chest— what is he doing? Is he leaving? No, no, no he can’t leave! She locks her arms around his shoulders as he bends down, shaking her head, the tears finally spilling over her cheeks, hot and angry and desperate. “No please— don’t go I’m sorry— I’m— please don’t leave me.”

She’s incoherent, not even sure that the words coming out of her mouth make any sense at all but she has to at least try. He can’t leave— not now. She can take a broken heart, she can take one stupid man, she can take having a sockless foot and a head that feels like its caving in— she can’t take her best friend walking away and leaving her in this obscenely bright hallway to fend the light off by herself. If she loses her home she’s done for. “Tony no you can’t— you can’t go.”

She’s sobbing, chest heaving, and she just barely registers the soft clink of the mug settling against the floor before one of his arms is slipping under her thighs, hauling her toes off the floor. His other arm remains anchored around her back, fingers digging into her side to keep her from falling. The sudden motion makes her gasp— a watery, broken noise— her legs pushing around his hips and clinging for dear life.

“Hey—” his jaw rubs against her temple, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, stubble scratchy enough to regain her attention— “I’m here, doll. Right here— you honestly might be an idiot if you think I’m leaving you.”

She chokes out a laugh. It sounds more like a whimper— like she’s scrounging for the last drops of happiness in her for his sake. Probably because she is. She tightens her legs around his waist, socked ankle crossing over bare ankle, sucking in a deep breath as his thumb rubs circles on her ribcage.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” She sighs and his hand stills. “You were right.”

“Trust me— I wish I wasn’t.” His fingers crawl up her back, curling around the back of her neck, pushing the hair from her clammy skin.

The warmth of his skin on hers is like heaven and she tries to ignore the fact that he’s touching her while she’s a complete wreck. “You should hate me.”

His hand clamps harder around her skin, the sharp inhale he takes making his chest rise and push against hers. His fingers slip into her hair and he tugs gently, coaxing her to lift her head from shoulder. When she does she meets his determined, narrowed stare and his minute frown. Her heart clenches when she takes in the rest of his face, her gaze landing on the off purple bruises under his eyes, the tell tale sign that her best friend hasn’t been sleeping. It’s her fault— she knows it is.

He shakes his head, his brown hair ruffling slightly. “God, baby, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?”

Her lip trembles, her stomach squeezing— baby. “Tony—”

His forehead drops, his damp skin meeting her own, nose bumping against hers, drawing up the bridge and then back down— she can’t breathe. “You’re an idiot if you think for a second that I could hate you. For anything let alone something so damn ridiculous.”

He laughs a breathy, frenzied sound, nose drawing along her cheekbone. She must be dreaming. That's the only explanation as to the sudden lack of oxygen in the hallway— the only explanation to the way her veins are thrumming like guitar strings being plucked. This can’t be real. She feels like she’s going to wake up any minute now, throat raw and chest aching twice as much.

She opens mouth— she has to say something— but he keeps going. “An idiot if you think I wouldn’t follow you to the other end of the earth. Of the galaxy. Here you are thinking I hate you because you dated a moron? Because, what, I told you not to? Big deal— you tell me not to do things all the time. That’s what we do, baby. We tell eachother not to do stupid things and then we don’t listen.”

He pulls back enough to take in her face, eyes drawing over the curve of her nose and the slope of her cheeks before landing back on hers. His stare is intense— demanding, like him— she wouldn’t be able to look away if she wanted to. That’s impossible though; she could stare at this man all day and not get bored. She thinks back to all those days in his workshop, watching him fiddle with his suits. What she wouldn’t give to be there now, legs curled under her and his MIT hoodie— the same one on him now— pulled over her, singing along to their playlist and passing him screwdrivers. Her chest squeezes at the thought— she can’t remember the last time she did that.

His hand in her hair tugs again and she forces herself to stay in the moment, watching his lips form the words first and then letting her ears catch up. “He was a tool and you’re too good for that, alright? That has nothing to do with us. Point blank, whatever, he has no effect on us. Okay?”

She nods, her nose bumping against his again, and for the first time all night— all week— it feels like she can breathe. “Okay.”

His chest sags under her, the tension in his shoulders releasing under her fingers. “Good. Don’t say stupid things. That’s my job.”

“You’re right.” She cracks a smile, one that feels too foreign but entirely familiar. “You can have it back.”

Tony’s brows push together, head pulling back, his own smile beginning to carve over his lips. “Have what back?”

“The title of world’s biggest idiot.”

Just like that she’s giggling, throwing her head back and letting the laughter pour out of her. It’s cathartic— it’s natural. Like a dam breaking, it’s fast and dangerous and exhilarating. Before she knows it he’s laughing too, his forehead pressing against her shoulder, chest shaking, and she’s digging her fingers into his hoodie to keep herself steady. They’re definitely waking up everyone else in the compound but she doesn’t care. She only throws herself closer to him, hugging him so tight that she’s practically falling over his back, legs locked high around his stomach.

He turns his face against her neck, mumbling his words into her skin. “Missed you, doll.”

Her fingers slip into his hair, toying with the soft strands and sighing. “Missed you more.”

Groaning, he straightens, re-securing his arm around her. He passes her another smile, this one softer, more in control. She pulls at his hair in return, earning a half-hearted eye roll and the reward of him sinking his head against her hands. She scratches at his scalp lightly, scrunching her nose and trying not to giggle again. Now that she’s started she can’t stop— that’s his real super power; leaving her in stitches.

“You think you’re ready to sleep again?”

She sobers at his question, shrugging. She already knows she’s not. The thought of going back to her room and having to sleep without a pillow again, alone, makes her blanche. She would rather not sleep at all then do that. She may as well go make a pot of coffee if that’s her option. The answer bubbles in her mouth— no.

No she is not ready— but she has to be. She has to be a big girl. Even if it means sleeping with the window open so that she can’t smell her sheets, even if it means freezing because the windows are open and she can’t use her blankets, even if she would rather be tucked under the covers of Tony’s bed like the old days when things were normal and she was happy.

But she can’t say that— can she?

“I guess— you gotta’ put me down though,” is what she finally settles on, trying to keep the disappointment from her words. It definitely doesn’t work but for the sake of her sanity she pretends it does.

He frowns— fully this time— blinking at her like she’s grown another head. “Uh no I don’t.”

He says it sarcastically— like she’s crazy for even suggesting such a thing— his face incredulous. It makes her heart spike, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She’s missing something.

“Tony, what are you talking—“

And then he turns, starting down the hall, starting towards his room, and she shuts her mouth. She’s not going to protest— she’s not risking her chance.

She’s not an idiot.

[babbushka]

I am SO sorry if requests are closed, I wasn’t sure! I just wanted to request hearing about the first time Mob Boss Kylo held hands with his honey. I’m so soft for him!

1.5k cw: Jewish!reader, kylo & reader as teenagers (childhood best friends to eventual lovers when they grow up but just friends as of right now lol) fluff, mild angst (the mortifying ordeal of being a teenager and going through puberty)

His palms are sweating, because of course they are. It’s your bat mitzvah, and he wants nothing more than to ask you to dance, but dammit, you’re too pretty and it’s making him sweat and why the fuck would you want to dance with a guy with sweaty hands? So he stalks around the outskirts of the ballroom, watching and lurking like a creep as your school friends take turns twirling you around, your laugh bursting out of your mouth, your braces glinting in the sunlight from the way that you’re grinning so wide.

Good, he thinks, Kylo wants you to be happy. He’s gone through a great deal of bullshit to make sure that you’re happy but…but dammit he wishes he were the one making you smile that like. Catching Uncle Luke’s eye for a moment, Kylo ducks his head and blushes, because Uncle Luke raises a brow and nods his head in your direction, and shit there go his palms again.

Why was this so mortifying? He’s your bodyguard, he’s spent more time with you than anyone. You were the closest thing to a best friend to him, if he allowed himself to think about it like that. So why was he shaking in his fucking dress shoes, rubbing his hands against his nice pressed trousers? He’s ready to bolt, ready to call the whole damn thing off – when he feels a hand on his arm.

“Everything okay?” You ask him, startling him so much that he nearly bumps over an entire display of pretty champagne glasses. The tips of his ears that poke out from under his yarmulke go bright red as he rights himself, but your eyes are only sparkling with laughter. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“Yes – I mean no – I mean.” He stumbles, not yet used to his long limbs, his growth spurt finally hit and hitting hard. Kylo clears his throat and speaks in his newly deepened voice, “Everything’s okay.”

You don’t buy it for one second, he can tell. You’re a walking talking lie detector, have been ever since your family started asking you to sit in on meetings a few years ago. Unlike the unlucky schmucks that you interrogate though, you don’t have an interest in pressing the issue with Kylo.

“Do you like my dress?” You ask instead, giving a showy spin, the tulle skirt flowing and making you look like the princess everyone in the tri-state area knew you were. There was even a tiara poised on your head, and Kylo can only think of how correct that image is, thinks how you should be wearing one every day. You spin again and smile, “I know you were there when we picked it out but, does it still look okay?”

“You look…” He tries not to be weird, tries not to be gross, he’s a couple years older than you, you’re like a sister to him – no wait, that wasn’t right, he can’t stand his fucking sister. He doesn’t know what you are. But he doesn’t want to weird you out so he winces as he lamely replies, “Great.”

“Thanks.” You laugh at his awkward compliment, and dammit the tips of his ears are burning. He wishes he could grow his hair out one day to hide them, especially when you go serious all of a sudden and demand to know, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Kylo lies, and you raise a brow, your arms crossing over your chest, catching him in it. He tries to cover, “I’m just, uh, keeping a lookout. You know. For danger.”

Kylo winces again, because the idea that you could possibly be in danger tonight is absolutely comical. The entire underground crime world has shown up for your bat mitzvah, some coming from Jersey, others from Philly, and some even all the way from Chicago. There were more guards and guys with guns in the ballroom than there were at the Pentagon tonight, and you both know it.

“Are you having fun?” Kylo asks, scratching the back of his neck, wishing he had some soda or something to drink. His own bar mitzvah wasn’t even this stressful for fuck’s sake.

“Not really.” You shrug one shoulder, and all of Kylo’s attention panics, zeroing in.

“What? Why not?” He stands up straighter, squares his shoulder, wondering what could be the problem, kicking himself for being so caught up in his complicated feelings to not notice that something had gone wrong.

“My favorite boy hasn’t asked me to dance all night. No matter how hard I keep hoping that he will.”

“Who? I swear to god I’ll find him (Y/N) – ” Kylo’s vision goes red, and he bares his crooked teeth just a little, hands balling into fists as his short fuse flares, but you’re laughing.

And then, miraculously, somehow, your hand is in his.

His anger melts away instantly, replaced by something he can’t name. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, but it’s terrifying, it’s sickening. Is he going to throw up? He can’t tell – why is his heart beating so fast?

“Kylo you’re such an idiot.” You throw a smile over your shoulder at him, leading him by the hand to the dance floor, where a soft and sweet slow song has begun to play.

He can’t get over it, the feeling of your hand in his. You didn’t even cringe when it almost slips out of your grip from how clammy it’s become, and Kylo thinks maybe there was danger, and he was killed in the crossfire, because with all the lights so bright and the air cloudy with cigarette smoke, he’s pretty sure this must be Heaven.

But it’s very real, because you’re looking at him expectantly, and he realizes he has to move his feet. Dancing. Shit. He didn’t…if he’s honest with himself he didn’t think he’d get this far. He didn’t really realize that he doesn’t know how to dance, and now everyone is watching – he can see Uncle Luke grinning behind his big grey beard off to the side – and he has to move his feet. Sensing his distress, you lead the dance, and that should be humiliating, but you haven’t pulled your hand away from his yet, and he’s still so floored that he’s even here to care.

“I’m your favorite?” He asks, trying to process that monumental statement.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes fondly at him, and Kylo has to clench his jaw tight or else he’ll say something stupid, something that’ll ruin everything.

When he calms down enough, and more people join the dance floor, Kylo’s buried dancing lessons come back to the forefront of his brain, and he takes the lead once again. With a pleased sigh, you tuck yourself close to him, resting your head on his chest. He’s too tall now for you to lean it against his shoulder, but that’s okay, you’re happy just the same.

“Thank you for being here with me.” You whisper to him, gently enough so that only Kylo can hear, “I know…I know Snoke is keeping you busy.”

“Hey,” Kylo frowns at the bitterness in your voice when you mention is name, and unthinkingly, Kylo pinches your chin between your fingers and tips your face up. Your gaze has clouded with something dark at the thought of his boss, and Kylo can’t have that, so he assures you, “You’re my number one priority. Always. Snoke couldn’t keep me busy enough to miss something like this.”

You’re not so sure you’re satisfied with that answer, he can tell in the way your eyes swim, but eventually you sigh, tucking yourself back underneath his chin, asking, “When do you go away again?”

“Not for two more weeks.” Kylo hopes that’ll be enough time for you to not feel sad. It’s your birthday, he doesn’t want you to feel sad, it goes against everything he works for.

“Do you think we could go up to the Catskills?” You whisper, like it’s a secret, like you don’t go up to the Catskills for a couple weeks every so often.

“Whatever you want.” Kylo nods, and you’re appeased then, and he takes advantage of that by spinning you and dipping you, reveling in the way you clutch to him with a laugh as your stomach swoops from being nearly upside down.

And then, it strikes him that one day, maybe, maybe if he’s lucky, one day when you’re older, maybe you’ll be in love, and maybe you’ll marry him, and maybe he’ll get to dance with you like this, have your hand in his like this. That’s lightyears away, he knows, anything could happen between now and then, he knows.

But it’s enough to have this moment, however brief it may be, with his best friend, and for the first time all evening, he’s not petrified. Not when you’re smiling at him, your favorite boy.

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