#his tail n' stuff is kinda hard to draw though....

[foamapples]

[kirstoons]

SDV Sebastian x Female Farmer (Yandere)

Author: Me (Kirstoons)

Editor and Queef: @gayrahim

Content Warning: Smut, profanity, smoking, foreplay, fingering, praise kink, yandere, plus other kinky smutty stuff, iykyk

Uses Y/n for your enjoyment. I’m not a writer so please be nice. I did this during a manic episode so I was pretty damn hyped

Chapter 1.1

Summary: You eagerly go to see Robin to discuss plans to renovate your house and end up running into Sebastian. When you’re left alone with him, things start getting weird but you kinda like it.

After tending to the farm on a cool, crisp Autumn morning, you make your way to the mountains. You’re excited to have finally saved enough money and supplies for renovations on your old farm house. You’ve worked hard and put in so much effort to make this farm and house a home. You’ve come to adore it. You’re ready to finally have it truly reflect the vision you’ve had in mind since day 1.

Even though you’re excited to see Robin and beginning planning all the renovations, you feel a tinge of nervousness knowing that you’re likely to run into him. Sure, he’s been nice enough to you and you both share the same friend circle, but there’s always been some uncertainty you have about him. You catch him staring at you when he is with Sam and Abigail. Instead of turning away when you catch him, he continues staring relentlessly. You always end up turning away, red in the cheeks, cause seriously, what the FUCK is staring at?! You feel like you can never escape his gaze. No matter when or where the group hangs out he will always position himself in perfect view of you. He once made Sam move seats just so he could have a better view! Of course, he played it off as it being too drafty over there, which I knew was total bullshit, but it was enough for Sam.

It seems like he takes any opportunity to touch you. Sitting on the couch, your knees will touch. Walking around town, his hand will brush against yours. Sometimes, when he talks directly to you, he’ll place his hand on the small of your back. It gives you goosebumps just thinking about it. What really takes the cake is how he talks to you when no one is listening. The first time it happened, you brought over a round of drinks at the Stardrop Saloon. As you handed him the frosty glass of beer he looked at you lazily but gave a coy smirk and softly purred “Good girl”. Honestly, you didn’t need a mirror to know how red your cheeks were.

It was confirmed by Abby’s concerned look and commenting, “Uh Y/n, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. You look pretty flushed.” Of course it made him snicker since he was well aware of the reason my cheeks were beaming red like the tail lights of a truck. Abby’s comment, combined with his laugh and Sam’s stupid, oblivious expression only made the glowing redness worse.

He also said something similar after they walked you home that night, and he hung back just to whisper, “Be a good girl, and go straight to bed. I’ll know if you disobey me and there will be consequences.” I chalked it up to being wasted cause there’s no way I heard him right.

With all these instances and all your evidence, you’ve still convinced yourself that you’re just reading too far into it. Maybe it’s a joke or his own little game or maybe it’s just all in your head. You shake off those memories and try to ignore the feeling in your gut that’s screaming at you to avoid him at all costs. Instead, you focus on the excitement you have for your future house plans.

When you enter the large cottage, you’re greeted by Robin’s warm smile. “Hi Y/n! How can I help you?”

Unable to hide the eagerness in your voice, you reply “I’m ready to upgrade!”. You pull out a binder filled with drawings, magazine cut outs and other references for your vision, and place it on the counter between you two. Robin clearly looks taken aback seeing how much time and detail you’ve put into this.

“How bout we go over this over coffee?” she offers. “Plus, we can spread out more on the kitchen table.” You feel that tug in your gut telling you not to venture further into the house. But you push it aside and merrily agree, following Robin into the kitchen. She kindly pulls out a chair for you which you nervously sit in knowing that this seat has its back to the door of the basement. Fuck, you think to yourself. Robin starts preparing the coffee so you take the opportunity to look over your shoulder at the door. I’m here pretty early and the door is shut so I’d hear him if he comes up here… hopefully he’s still asleep. Even if he’s awake, he doesn’t typically leave the basement much. You let out a small sigh of relief at the reassuring thoughts and turn back towards Robin as she places the steamy cup of coffee in front of you. She definitely noticed you looking at the basement door.

“Sebastian is here if you wanna go say hi. I’m sure he’d be alright with you going down there to say hey. He’d chew my head off though if I went down there”, she lightly giggled at her last comment.

“I’m alright!”, you respond a little too fast. You quickly change the subject to your house plans and you and Robin both start diving into the binder.

Robin seems pretty impressed by the time, effort and research you put into your house plans and even gives a little praise. It fills you with a sense of pride mixed with embarrassment. You both continue discussing your ideas when you comment, “I really love the lightness of the birch wood, but I would love to see some examples of the wood stains you have in stock before I make my final decision.” As the sentence flows from your mouth you hear the steps creak and approaching footsteps. A shiver runs up your spine knowing that he’s ascending the basement stairs.

You try to retain your composure while Robin responds to your last comment, “Sure! I’ll go grab them from my work room.” Shit! You should offer to go with her just so you can avoid him, but you’re too late. She’s already out of the room and he’s already turning the door knob.

*click*

The door gives a soft, brief creak as it swings open. You freeze in place, your grip on the mug tightening along with pressure in your chest. The basement door shuts gently with the same click noise it opened with, then everything falls silent. You don’t dare move or look back at him. You’re then hit with an overwhelming and familiar feeling. You haven’t turned to him to check, but you can feel him staring. It makes you feel vulnerable, self conscious… dirty. After what feels like forever, he finally moves to walk past you to the kitchen counter, making certain he brushes against your arm as he passes.

Tilting your gaze up slightly, you take in the full scene before you. Sebastian’s back was to you. His jet black hair glinting in the sunlight streaming from the kitchen window was a complete mess, as if he had just woken up. This theory was supported by the loose hanging pajama bottoms that revealed the top hem of his underwear. He also wasn’t wearing a shirt. His pale skin looked even paler against his dark hair and pants and he was surprisingly more sculpted than you imagined for a tall, lanky programmer. While his body was fairly slim, his muscles were well trimmed. You had to admit to yourself that he definitely looked damn good.

He continued fixing himself a cup of coffee with his back to you and you secretly prayed he wouldn’t turn around till Robin got back. No such luck. He turns to you, while stirring his coffee with a metal spoon, and flatly asks, “Top off your coffee?”

You look down at the mug which is now nearly empty from the unconscious, nervous sipping you were doing. You glance back up at Sebastian who’s waiting for your answer and you try to form the words but don’t even know which words to form. Finally you squeak out a barely coherent “yes”. His expression remains disinterested as he walks over and places his hand on your mug to grab it, but he pauses.

“Yes… what?”, he coos, forming a sly smile. What the hell does he want you to say? Are you not minding your manners or something? You can only think of one reasonable response.

“Yes… please?” Your clear confusion makes him grin wider as he takes your mug over to the counter.

Robin pops around the door frame and a wave of relief washes over you. “Hey Seb, have you seen the stain swatch board I had in my workshop? I could’ve sworn it was at the end of my work bench but I can’t find it anywhere.” Oh no.

“Nope. Did you check your wood shed? You always put random stuff in there.” Sebastian said casually, not looking in her direction.

“Yeah, I’ll go look out there, and… hey!” She playfully points a finger at him. “Be a good host”, she teases and then disappears back behind the corner.

He continues to pour coffee into your mug and grabs a small bottle of “Sweet Cream” creamer from the fridge. He adds a fair amount of cream to your coffee, making sure you can see exactly how much he adds. He makes sure you’re watching as he begins gently stirring your coffee with his index finger. “No clean spoons.” he lies. He pulls his finger out and fully inserts it in his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it as he slowly pulls it back out before reinserting it in the coffee. However, this time he added his middle finger. He does a few more swirls with the two fingers before he opens his mouth to lay the fingers on his tongue. He closes his mouth around them and spreads the fingers to opposite sides of his jaw, allowing his tongue to penetrate the gap between the two. He then confidently waltzes over to you, setting the warm mug of heavily-fingered, caramel-colored coffee in front of you. “Drink up” he purrs.

Uncertain of what the hell just happened, you take the mug in your hands and take a small sip. If you hadn’t just watched Sebastian finger-fuck your coffee, you’d be inclined to ask how he knew how you take your coffee. It’s your absolute perfect ratio of cream and coffee, which is surprising considering you tend to like more cream than the average coffee consumer.

You’re about to place the mug back on the table when Sebastian firmly commands, “All of it.”

You sheepishly look up at his face as he stands above you, watching and waiting for your next move.

He’s joking, right? Just goofing with me…

You continue to look at him hoping to call his bluff but his expression remains stern and unyielding.

Oh Yoba, he’s not joking… This has to be a nightmare.

You meet his gaze one more time hoping this is just some sort of elaborate prank. With every passing second Sebastian seems to be growing more impatient. With a small tremble, you lift the mug back up to your lips and drink. You’ve barely made a dent in the warm beverage when you feel Sebastian cup your chin and tilt your head back further. The hot liquid careening through your mouth and down your throat. In your stunned state, you let out a small moan to try to keep yourself from choking on a large amount of liquid gushing into you. You blink away the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you try to take it all in. The whole time Sebastian is looming above you with a menacing smile, making sure you get every drop.

When the cup empties, you gasp desperately for air. You only manage a few inhales before Sebastian forcefully pushes his lips against your open mouth and begins exploring every crevice of warm, coffee-flavored mouth with his tongue.

This… am I dreaming? This can’t possibly be real.

You remain frozen as he continues to forcefully yet passionately kiss you. Your mind is spinning with disbelief making you incapable of response. He finally releases your lips still leaving you questioning your sanity. As he turns to head for the basement door he leans down to whisper in your ear “Such a good, obedient girl. I’ll have to reward my girl later for behaving so well”.

You’re left in a daze not knowing what to think or feel. You don’t know if you want to scream or cry or run away. You finally are able to regain control of your body and shift uncomfortably in the chair attempting to readjust.

Shit.

You didn’t even realize it till you started moving that you soaked through your panties. You feel the all too familiar redness burn your cheeks and you contemplate what to do next. You completely forgot about Robin until she proudly marches in with the pine swatch board. You try your best to compose yourself and not think about the last ten minutes or however long it was.

As you and Robin continue talking it gets easier and easier to focus on the plans rather than the small mess in your panties. Thankfully Robin is so consumed by the house plans, she doesn’t notice your rosy, pink cheeks or your still clearly flustered speech. You can feel your cheeks and state of mind returning to normal until you hear a text notification on the phone. You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the notification on screen.

-Sebastian-

You could feel your hair stand on end as you anxiously opened the message.

-Go with the birch. Natural-

You quickly turn your screen off and shove your phone back in your pocket trying to refocus on Robin and cabinetry for your kitchen. The rest of your conversation goes without a hitch and the previous excitement you had is finally starting to return.

“Okay, so I think the only thing left is the wood choice and color. Have you made a decision?” Robin smiled at you, awaiting your answer.

“I think I’ll go with the birch wood. Natural, please”, you reply.

Robin beamed excitedly as I took some final notes in her notebook. You both gathered and organized the binder you brought over and headed to her store counter. As you ironed out the details of payment and scheduling, Robin added, “There will be one night where you can’t stay in the house. Between the construction, dust and paint fumes, it’s just not a safe environment to sleep in. I know it’s kind of short notice, so, if you can’t find somewhere else to stay, you’re more than welcome to spend the night here.” She gave a warm, genuine smile when extending the invitation, making it far more difficult to turn her down.

“I really appreciate it but I’ll probably end up staying with Leah,” you politely declined.

“Well, if you change your mind or things don’t work out, the offer still stands.” The voice sent a cold chill down your spine. You turn to see Sebastian has re-emerged from the basement and had clearly been listening to your conversation.

“Of course,” Robin agreed with her son. “In the meantime, I’ll get started with the blueprints and head over tomorrow morning.” You mustered the best smile you could for Robin and avoided eye contact with Sebastian as you quickly departed. Part of you was glad to take the long walk back to give yourself time to process all the crazy shit that happened.

Was it a dream?

As you walk, you’re reminded of the wetness in your panties.

A wet dream?

You scold yourself for being turned on by something insane and continue to sit with that self-contempt as you trudge your way home. You hated what he did to you, but more than anything, you hated that you enjoyed it.

[ae-neon]

NESLIN

This is after Nesta is Made but in this version things are less tense and fucked between Night and Spring + (Tamlin n Azriel fuck up Hybern enough he's not an immediate threat anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️)

When Nesta emerges from the Cauldron she is cursed with the touch of Death and unable to control it. She turns the guard who reaches for her to ash without even looking

Her time in Velaris is short but strained. Feyre and Elain try to get through to her but Nesta knows she's a monster and anyone who gets too close will die

A punishment for stealing from the Cauldron

The IC members aren't eager to help, she's too dangerous and unpredictable. Amren thinks they should just drop her back in Hybern like a bomb, Mor suggests the Hewn City, Cassian suggests the Prison

But Feyre's desperate so she turns to Lucien for help, tells him the truth about what Nesta is, wonders if he knows some way to help her

Lucien comes back a day later with a solution

Nesta panics when they enter the little library she's used to occupying alone, immediately retreats to the corner and begs Feyre to get Elain out in case anything happens

But no one listens and her fear rises and the silver sparks to life inside her. It's too late, she's going to kill her own sisters

Then, he's there, that other High Lord - moving towards her slowly with his hands raised like she's an animal. He's tall and sturdy and a warrior but Nesta doesn't know how to make them understand that it won't be enough, if she bursts, they'll all die.

He reaches for her and she flinches so hard she cracks the wall with her shoulder.

Cassian and Azriel draw their blades despite Feyre and Rhysand's insistence they not move. "Easy" Lucien says though Nesta isn't sure who he's speaking to

"Don't... don't touch me." She manages to whisper so low only Tamlin hears. It's the first words she's said in 2 months, since the Cauldron

Tamlin moves a step closer, cutting her off from the IC and Nesta sinks down into the corner, "Please"

He comes down to her level and Nesta closes her eyes, but the touch doesn't come. He doesn't make a murderer of her.

When she opens her eyes; strange swirling silver, he hasn't moved.

He hesitates for a moment, caught off guard by her strange eyes and but he steels himself and places the rose at her feet then moves back a step

His voice is a soft, rasping whisper, "touch it"

Nesta notices for the first time the glow around him, the shadow of a tail and horns, the faint mirage of swirling colours that cuts the room in two - a magic shield.

She looks at the rose at her feet and sees no concealed magic. Just a flower. What sort of game was this? Why had Feyre let him come?

Nesta reaches for the rose, hands shaking and stops millimetres away. In the weeks since emerging from that void, everything organic she had come into contact with had withered, rotten, decayed. She is Death.

This is their last hope, she realises, her last chance. Would Feyre let them lock her away?

Her stomach roils as she forces her hand to move, to grab the rose's thorny stem.

Her eyes shoot up to meet Tamlin's when the rose does not wither. A shaky breath leaves her and Nesta feels a different sort of release well up inside her chest, unstoppable this time.

Tamlin is quick, reaches for her again and in a split second the library gives way to an open field just as her scalding tears begin to flow.

They hit the ground with this hiss of liquid heat but they don't burn or erode the grassy earth as they had the floors of the House of Wind.

Bolder, determined to prove himself, Tamlin reaches for her cheek and brushes away the trail of her tears. His hand is unharmed.

The magic of spring is Life itself.

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Nesta and Tamlin are both kinda shy and not exactly good at expressing themselves at first... But Tamlin knows Nesta needs to touch stuff to feed off the Life magic in it and he's the person with the strongest magic so they awkwardly work around a routine of Touching™

Anyways

Mostly at night cause then they have the dark to hide how much they're both blushing.

It evolves into a routine of awkwardly sleeping in the same bed but as the days and weeks pass, there's less waking up and running away and more waking up cuddling

Also the Spring Court just being so wild and Faerie and Nesta slowly embracing a different side of life there

the Rite happens and it's like a Bacchic masquerade. Huge bonfires casting strange shadows.

All sorts of Fae mingling under the night sky. Some are wearing physical masks, some are just painted to hide their faces.

Strange music and hypnotic drums. And fairy wine so potent it only takes a glass before Nesta is pulled along by the wind and the music to join in a circle of dancing nymphs

She watches the sunrise over a swampy lake and runs her hands through the dewy grass and wonders at how perfect Spring is

It gives her the confidence to start honing and practicing her magic.

Which drains her so she seeks out Tamlin more often until touching him becomes subconscious - not realising Tamlin's having a hard time cause he's falling for her.

He resolves to put in his best effort to win her - flowers, poems, dances. Even when it's outside of his comfort zone

Nesta being won over by his sweet gestures and finally getting the fairytale romance she wanted

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Idk what this is but I need something to get me back into the swing of things

[cookii-moon]

This is my excuse to gush over Dragon form because yes.

Basically headcanon and redesign galore yayy

More under the cutoff since this is LONG. You have been warned.

The first part is an introduction, and then the second is actually talking about my designs and ideas and stuff, plus some thoughts/snippets/headcanons... help me.

SO apparently I am far more stupid than I thought, and the reason I say that is because for WHATEVER REASON, it took me ONE. YEAR. For the thought "Hey Cookie the ninja became dragons that one time" to even properly cross my mind, let alone set in. Which is surprising, because I historically freak out over dragons. You'd think that my favorite blorbos having dragon forms would make me instantly go crazy, but no, it took an entire year for my brain to even realize it was... you know... dragon related... even.though I knew they were dragon related... I just didn't... does that make sense? Probably not.

ANYWAYS

As it stands the dragon forms are forgettable because they're literally just reskins but with different element colors (which makes sense, cause yknow... Lego molds...) and then they vanish which obviously yeah. Who knows maybe they'll come back in dragons rising now that the ninja have their powers again.

BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM GUSHING OVER THEM ONE YEAR AFTER THEY WERE RELEVANT.

Hyperfixation transcends the measly concept of time (actually that's probably not true I wouldn't know since I don't think about the very fabric of reality that often) so good luck stopping me.

ANYWAY, so uh... I might or might not have on a whim made messy concept sketches for each dragon form, made up a ton of headcanons, and chosen color scheme... no... no I didn't do that.

Okay yeah I did that.

...I was supposed to do two at a time.

How did I get here. The power of autistic brain.

Time to actually talk about the designs!!

Uhhh I'm gonna go in true potential order... because yes.

First... Zaneee!!!

Without color in case it's confusing

Also you're gonna notice a trend with this being that the drawings are not high quality or rendered or anything and are sloppily colored and that's because they're just concepts. I only did the actual "big" draconic traits because I wanted to get it finished quickly so i had an excuse to talk about it. If I ever do use them for an actual art piece then I'll fully render them n stuff obviously this is just to get across the concept.

So since Zane is a robot it.. would be kinda hard for him to suddenly get like.. organic dragon wings... or whatever...

So instead- he gets cybernetic dragon wings and a tail. Yes i know that still requires cartoon logic. The power of creation just magicked them into existence OK? It makes more sense than randomly growing scales.

The mechanic parts are mostly held together/afloat by the ice energy flowing through them (which is what the crystal-like fragments that make up most of his wings are!)

Also his horns are like a little crown... because... I dunno I thought it'd fit with his haircut and such but also ice Emperor (even though he didn't really wear a crown) look this was drawn at like 2 am I don't know what I was thinking with it or why I didn't actually draw the haircuts as well..

I imagine that he'd be very cold to the touch, especially his wings (which are pretty much sheets of ice) both Jay and Kai have ways of circumventing it, but when Cole has to deal with it (like sitting next to him or such) he gets sluggish pretty quickly. Zane is still trying to figure out a way to ease it a bit.

He also tends to make clanging noise by tapping his tail against the ground when he's upset, or make mechanical whirring noises when irritated. Nobody quite knows why since yknow robot, it's just a quirk.

His ice energy does mean he's gotten a power boost. Just like literally everyone else.

Also this is going to involve me assuming they kept these features because if Lloyd can be part dragon then so can the ninja I dare you to fight me /lighthearted

Jay!! He bird. Feather scrunchie.

"But Cookie that's not a dragon-"

Shhhh If a dinosaur can have feathers so can a dragon they're both giant reptiles OK. Feather dragon. It's a thing.

I'm going to be honest the only thing going through my mind while drawing this was vague wing shapes I can't even put a name to (they were probably from monster hunter... I think... Uh... ) and silkie chickens. Not quite sure why I thought of silkie chickens, but I did. So here we are.

So anyways I love him. HIM!! FEATHER MAN!!!

Also I just realized while writing this he can finally be fugi dove's proper equal and arch nemesis. Amazing.

So while drawing I was like "it'd be neat if he could produce static n such with his wings/feathers" so I took off to the internet and after trying a ton of different "CAN BIRDS MAKE STATIC" "ARE BIRD FEATHERS STATIC" and such search queries I finally came up with that ostrich feathers can have static and chicken feathers were used in computer components and hummingbirds can produce static from how fast they flap their wings. Is that trustworthy whatsoever? Probably not. (Surprisingly the most trustworthy one seems to be that chicken feathers were used for computer components which is funny) But rule of cool. I get to break the laws of physics and reality for my story as long as it's cool. Yay.

He's very fluffy and enjoys using his wings to snuggle up in bed :) Cole also tries to steal him as a blanket during winter. Nya and Lloyd can't because of the static but Cole can't be shocked so Jay just has to begrudgingly accept it with his hollow bones and consequentially low weight. He's also known to let sparks off when he's excited/happy, which is f u n.

Also I used the blue/yellow color palette because they seem to be leaning towards using more yellow in Jay's color themes (like how they started using orange in Cole's or blue in Zane's) and I thought it worked really well here so yeah!! It also helps differentiate him even more.

He sheds like crazy. Especially during winter where he gets EVEN FLUFFIER. (no one knows how it's even possible) Feathers everywhere. Cole and Kai also shed, but they shed skin all in one go (usually..), whereas Jay just leaves a pillows worth of feathers everywhere he inhabits, and it drives them insane.

The type of dragon he is is mostly a flight based species. They hunt in the air, live in the air for most of their lives, and such. Because of that not only does he rarely sit down, but he is FILLED with excess energy. He's also the most natural and second fastest flier, and fastest consistent flier.

Because the type of dragon he takes after is so focused on flight, they also roost up in really high places, so you'll probably find him on the top bunk, up in rafters, on the Monastery roof, etc. He loves that they're on a mountain because it means he can take a flight whenever he wants to. That doesn't stop him from being horrible at evading actual birds, though.

He also regularly makes "chirp" and clicking noises. (By chirp I mean the type a cat will do while looking at a window or such. Look up cats chirping or smthn for an example if u haven't heard it before.)

Could I have just made him a dragon with lightning bolt patterns?

Yes but that would be very boring and uncreative (in my opinion and standards I hold myself to ofc-) SO.

Jay is chicken. Jay uses wings to shoot lightning. Thank you for your time.

Cole. He crystal dragon. He's probably also gonna be a pain to draw (but also very fun) because of that. Yay.

I could of just done magma but I loved the idea of like a crystal dragon. So I made a ninjago related crystal dragon...

... again. Don't ask about the first one.

so uh I chose the colors bc like light blues/purples/white are pretty stereotypical crystal colors (plus I think they're pretty) and then orange... because. Cole. He has little crystal patches all over him and his scales also have like.. small crystals dotted all over.

I feel like whatever species of dragon he is is probably adapted to like.. mostly living in caves? Like cave bats kinda where it goes outside at night to hunt but sleeps and lives in caves, and probably goes deeper in the cave to hibernate. So because of that he can be sensitive to artificial light and doesn't really have any like adaptations for the winter, so he just tries to snuggle up with Jay or Kai to keep warm and gets really tired/sluggish when he's cold because reptile. On the other end he can sense vibrations since his species wouldn't be relying on sight as much, which is very handy.

Unlike Zane, Jay, or Kai, he can't really "fly" exactly. His wings are much smaller because the species kinda adapted to being able to use them as a sort of speed boost thing where they'd use them to get quick bursts of flight to catch prey, but since they mostly hunted on the ground and lived in caves they didn't need full on flight. However it's sorta a peregrine falcon situation where technically he is the fastest of all the ninja in flight, but only during a short burst.

He is also very well adapted to climbing vertical surfaces. His claws are REALLY good at gripping onto things since they were adapted to cling onto things such as stalactites, rock walls, etc. to traverse up ledges and deeper parts of caves, and he can also use his wings (and more specifically their claws) as a third pair of limbs to grip onto walls.

Cole tends to make more subtle noises, he growls when agitated and purrs when content or in pain (yes that's a thing, purring soothes and encourages healing, so cats will also purr when they're hurt or scared to comfort themselves) but it isn't very loud, so it's not easily noticeable.

Kai!!

Again

Could I have done magma for Cole and just given Kai flame wings?

Yes. But I'm not going to, because I find this approach more interesting.

... I joke that it's magma but not REALLy, it's still just.. fire... but his scales are brown cause I thought it fit. So. A lot of people like to draw Lloyd with the kinda dragon ears so I thought it'd be cute if Kai, as his guardian, also had them since, again, a lot of people like to see them as brothers. And I just gave him generic dragon horns. Because dragon.

It's hard to simplify it because... fire... so this is probably the worst sketch..

Look OK he gets to breathe fire. Like that's one of the most iconic medieval red dragon things, he's the fire ninja, he gets to breathe fire and blow smoke out of his nostrils when mad I don't make the rules.

I also kinda went all in on generic dragon tropes (i mean ig they're not as generic anymore because of stuff like HTTYD) because... Kai.

So like hot temper, fire breath, that type of thing.

He also has a hoarding habit, as in instead of cleaning or anything when he uses something and just tosses it aside, he puts it all in an ever growing pile of stuff that he just let's stay there until somebody else cleans it up because they were sick of it. Compared to Jay's feathers it's not the WORST thing in the world.

He's slower than Zane and Jay, but can fly for longer periods of time than Zane. His species is kind of adapted to flying closer to the land. So that they can eat some well cooked cow. Yknow generic dragon stuff.

I also think it'd be funny, since dragons are fiercely protective, if these dragons had a dragapult situation where if they didn't have a kid they'd just "adopt" (in their eyes, in reality it's abducting. Usually.) a random animal and pretend it's their child. Because. Kai.

He's also fireproof, to an extent. He can withstand intense heat (unlike Cole or Jay) and can withstand intense cold (Unlike Cole... poor guy) because fire. He can't dive bomb into a volcano though since it would eventually get through and burn him to a crisp, but in small amounts he'll be FINEEEE...

Im not quite sure if he'd make any sort of draconic noises or anything. I feel like maybe he'd growl when upset, but it'd be louder than Cole? Whereas Cole does it more frequently (probably to be passive aggressive) but it's much more silent. He also has a tendency to involuntarily raise his voice a lot.

Yeah that's about it. Also if you consider lloyd to be a dragon, or think of Nya as having dragon features from when she just became h2o that one time, then the entire group might as well be renamed to Dragon ninja. Even Wu!!

..I feel like Lloyd would be jealous- Like "Oh why do THEY get to go full dragon and have wings when I don’t?!" But he'd never say anything because Lloyd.. but everybody knows something is up and is trying to make him feel better... but it's making him feel worse because it just makes him feel more singled out... oh boy that's uh I'm gonna shut that depressing thought train down right there.

Poor pixal though... she's left out because she's too cool already.

ALSO if you ever use this or want to expand upon it/take inspiration from it PLEASE DO AND TELL/SEND IT TO ME I WANT TO SEE AND HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE DHRJGJDJDJ I LOVE WHEN MY STUFF PROMPTS IDEAS

[simmeons]

I've seen some of your sea monster Scotty stuff, and I just wanna ask; what are some cool facts about em?

OH MY GAWD YIPPE YIPPPE lemme info dumb on you poor anon

one of my favorite things to think about for him is the need to chew on hard shells to file down his long bottom teethy fangs :3 like beavers!!!! if they get too long it could become a problem for him to eat n cause injuries !!! (hence that drawing where he was getting scolded for chewing on furniture, he needed something to file his teeth on!!)

another one would be his scales, and how he could possibly shed like a lizard!!!! when scales get damaged they chip off and what not, so he'd have to grow em back!!!! which can be kinda itchy.. rubbing you back on a particularly nice rock would help with the shedding process :P (like how a bear scratches it's back on a tree)

claws!!!!!!!!!!! i love giving him lil claws. das it x3 n no webbed hands or feet!! they would get in the way of lotsa things

his method of swimming close to the top of the water is something close to an excited doggy paddle, but underwater he swims kinda like an eel! arms and legs tucked close to the body, and using his tail as steering and what not as he slithered through the water

his gills r located right on his sides, under his ribs! they're frilled, like those of the Frilled Shark! ps, he's kinda scary, so here's his gills cropped for ya :)

a silly fact, but i based his tail heavily off the tail of the Loch Ness monster high doll, who's got lil fins protruding from her tail! though, her's is way skinner, and Scotty is pretty bulky, so he'd need a bigger tail to carry it's weight while he swam!!

anyways that's all i can think of!!!!!! THANK U FOR ASKING!!???!!!!!!!<333333

[thehollowwriter]

finn clearcove is such a cool name!! wld love to hear more abt him! :] 💛

@ssoleilll @narsissy101 Thank you! I'm very happy to let you know more about him! I know this isn't technically a request but I'm gonna make ton facts n stuff in my usual headcanons format. Enjoy my info dump lmao. I only came up with him last night, though, so bear with me. @adarkenedforest helped me with this version of Finn

▪ Finn Clearcove: Octavinelle Second Year.

▪Looks the same as Octa A, just wity turquise streaks in his hair + aquamarine irises

▪ He grew up in the Coral Sea. His father is... whatever the mermaid equivalent to a butcher is.

▪ Finn is a cookiecutter shark. They are known for their incredibly sharp and dangerous teeth, however this trait did not carry over to his human form.

▪ Cookiecutter sharks get their name from their bitemarks. They leave perfectly round holes in whatever they decide to make a snack.

▪ Naturally, Finn can do the same, and this somehow carries over into other things. He's low-key famous for his ability to cut or draw freakily perfect circles.

▪ Cookiecutter sharks are- well- sharks and parasites. I thought it'd be interesting to give Finn an ironic personality.

▪ Finn is a shy but sweet guy who kinda just goes with his own flow. He's happy to let others take charge, but can strike out on his own when he wants. He's not as shy as Idia, but he still has a bit of a stutter and is not very keen on extreme crowds.

▪ That aside, Finn is a hard worker and actually pretty good at handling customers when he's not dreading the idea of talking to people. He's very good at serving customers since he worked as a waiter once or twice beforehand.

▪ Of course, one does not get into Octavinelle without having the dorm traits.

▪Finn is very sneaky when he wants to be, and a lot of people don't think much of him due to how forgettable he seems. So they are doomed to fall into his trap.

▪ Many people also don't think much of what they tell the forgettable bartender.

▪ Finn really does not mind being seen this way. It lessens his need to interact and also let's him relish in the looks on some student's faces when they see they've been tricked.

▪ As for his mer form, Finn isn't very flashy. His scales are the same seaweed green as his hair, and while his turquoise eyes are quite a sight, the slit pupils throw people off, along with his teeth.

▪ The shape of his fins and tail don't really stand out either, but it let's him camouflage inside the seaweed so he's not complaining.

▪ Finn is also really small in both human and mer form. Cookiecutter sharks aren't big at all, but that doesn't ever stop those teeth.

▪ Oh.

▪ You probably want to know his relationship with Jade at the moment.

▪ Well to put it simply Finn is terrified of Jade Leech.

▪ He is positive that Jade is planning his murder because his eyes follow him everywhere and he seemed to always be watching.

▪ Turns out, Jade caught the love bug and his people watching habit got worse with Finn, in turn making Finn convinced he's gonna get eaten.

▪ It's basically:

▪ Finn: He wants to eat me, he's gonna murder me- Jade: I want to kiss him ;-;.

▪ So yeah that's gonna go on in circles for a while.

▪ Poor Finn is wondering wtf is wrong with himself because he appears to have a crush on his would-be murderer.

▪ Ah, they'll sort it out eventually.

▪ So here we go, that's Finn Clearcove! Octavinelle's resident cookiecutter shark.

▪ I'll gladly do some requests with him if you want!

▪ I hope you enjoyed!

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Some random headcannons

(I ship erasermic so some of these relate to that)

I guess this also needs a warning: some more mature things if you squint hard enough

Also the ships in this are: erasermic, kiribaku, tododeku, and a tiny tiny bit of momojiro (sorry if I forgot one)

~ Mic is actually kinda sad and breaks down alot when hes alone because of the stress he goes through, aizawa is the only one he will break down infront of ~ ~ Aizawa secretly loves giving mic piggyback rides. Change. My. Mind. ~ ~ Bakugo is nicest and softest when he is sleepy, and more open with his feelings when he is tired (especially to kiri, I ship them too😭✋) ~ ~ When sero cooks or cleans he will put on spanish music and dance to it. ~ ~ Dabi is kinky™️ ~ ~ Dabi will tease e v e r y o n e ~ ~ Dabi makes up stories of how he got burnt, like: Twice: so- uh how did all this go down * gesturing to scars * Dabi: oh, while sneezing Twice: but how does tha- Dabi: *sneezes and uses his fire* Twice: oH- ~ ~ When 1-a all become pro heroes, deku will wear everyone's merch ~

~ When bakugo is working out, when he does push ups he will get kirishima to lay on him for "additional weight" (we see you bakugo👀👀) ~ ~ Shoto can make snowflakes with his quirk. I. Rest. My. Case. ~ ~ shoto likes dancing in the rain or snow, well not dance just like being with deku ~ ~ Shoto will make little things out of ice and give them to deku (all might figures👀👀) ~ ~ Occasionally in the dorms everyone in 1-a has a movie night ~ ~ Ojiros tail wags when hes happy ~ ~ This is cannon because I've seen the official art, but I hc that bakugo likes animals and animals love him cause he smells like caramel and his hands are warm ~ ~ One word for aoyama. S e l f i e s ~

~ Shoto didnt know how to ride a bike so when they all moved into the dorms 1-a taught him ~ ~ When bakugo walks into the dorms common area he says stuff like "it smells like bitch in here" and "ughhh if I stay in here to long the bitchyness might affect me" ~ ~ All the girls in 1-a: sleepovers™️ but every time mineta will try to get in lmao. It. Never. Works. ~ ~ Shotos birthday present to everyone is endeavors credit card number😂he will also go clothes shopping with all the girls just because he can use endeavors credit card ~ ~ Tokoyami is actually really good at drawing and loves writing poetry ~ ~ Bakugo is the oldest in 1-a which is cannon. I feel like he would be the type to brag that he's the oldest and would use it as an excuse to do what he wants ~ ~ The dekusquad and bakusquad have groupchats ~ ~ Bakusquad play video games together and eat pizza together all the time ~ ~ The dekusquad gc consists of iida talking about homework, positive memes, and todoroki not understanding anything happening on there ~ ~ Jirou has a music playlist for every situation. Every. Situation. ~ ~ The best jeanist said bakugo couldn't learn how to style hair so katsuki "I am the best at everything" bakugo learnt how to do hair and now all the girls and kirishima go to him and make him do their hair ~ ~ Kirishima needs his hair dyed red when his roots start showing, so bakugo dyes it for him ~ ~ 1-a loves playing games like truth and dare and never have I ever when they cant sleep or are just bored ~ ~ Bakugo sleeps at 8. pm which is cannon, but still wants to be the best at whatever they are doing, so he still goes if they are playing or watching something but always. Always. Falls asleep, and he falls asleep on kiri. ~ ~ Aizawa is actually really flexible and can jump around and move literally like a cat. ~ ~ Mic: finger guns™️ and I can imagine this Mic: *does finger guns at aizawa* Aizawa: pull the trigger. ~ ~ Everyone goes into bakugos room for advice. Like jirou would go in there at 3am and just be like : yo so I'm lesbian and momo is lesbian and she said she likes me but I'm not sure if she likes me.

And even though bakugo will literally shout at them for being in his room at 3am they will still get advice😂~ ~ Kirishima is named after a mountain. Bakugos favourite activity is mountain climbing. Its cannon and ik it is I just thought I'd say that ~ ~ Shinso definitely uses his voice changer for memes. He would say things like "I'm katsuki bakugo and I'm a little bitch" with bakugos voice and "im aizawa and Im in love with a cockatoo" with aizawas voice. ~ ~ When denki is nervous random sparks of electricity come from his hands. ~ ~ If denki doesnt know how to do something he will search it up on wiki how. Change. My. Fucking. Mind. ~ ~ Shiggy genuinly doesnt know what moisturizer is ~ ~ Mic is amazing at playing any instrument ~ ~ Mic knows sign language and is fluent in alot of languages ~ ~ After toga stabs someone she mumbles things like "ughhh what a mood" "damn that one snatched my weave" and "we stan a queen" and once held up the knife like a beauty guru ~ ~ The girls constantly try to get uraraka to float m*neta into the sun ~ (yes I censored his name💀💀) ~ Tokoyami has good music taste ~ ~ The bakusquad (kaminari) tries to teach all might vine references ~ ~ Shoto l o v e s conspiracy videos ~ ~ Ojiro can purr ~ ~ Mina shares her clothes with everyone ~ ~ Shoto likes to watch the sun rise ~ ~ Omgggg I love this one. Aizawa listens to Mics radioshow when he grades papers and when he cant he will hum the music to himself ~ ~ Kaminari is memes™️ ~ ~ When mic says todorokis name he says it like the target vine (next competitor is- T T T T T T T T T TODOROKI SHOTOOOOOO *makes air horn noises*) ~ ~ The UA staff have prank wars (especially mic and literally anyone. Once poured pink cat shaped glitter on aizawa and it was 100% worth it) ~ Mic can harmonize with himself. Periodt. ~ ~ Tetsutetsu and shinso spend so much time at the 1-a dorms that one time bakugo cooked food for them too. ~

~ On that note, bakugo is obviously an amazing cook and when hes cooking for himself he will "accidentally make too much so you extras can have it" ~ ~ Shoto is literally turtlenecks™️ ~ ~ Mic literally has the worst sleep schedule like how is this man alive???? ~ ~ At night iida will run around the dorms saying goodnight to everyone and checking that they are all still in the dorms because he feels it’s his responsibility to look after everyone ~ ~ Shigirakis favourite thing to do is to just stand in the rain. He finds the rain soothing and calming to him because it’s one of the only things that he can’t destroy so it gives him peace of mind that he still human and isn’t the completely destructive monster everyone claims him to be. ~

Hope you liked them✌✌

[kaceden]

Unveil. Jean Kirstein x Reader

Word Count: 3,370 A/N: I was really passion-driven writing this, so I do hope you enjoy! There’s no sexual themes or nothing in here, just a lot of soft stuff :,) 

━━━━━━━ The faint sound of water trickling and resurfacing along the oceanside had always been your source of peace. Your body rests directly in front of the glistening ocean, the water gliding over your toes as it arises. You are a very ambiverted person, though you lean more towards the introverted side. You had always enjoyed accompanying yourself to sitting down and drawing, listening to music, singing, writing. You love that kinda stuff. So, whenever you have the chance, you make your way up to the ocean and relax amongst yourself.

To be honest, though, you’re here because you’re frustrated. Frustrated with yourself. You just needed a breather, a time to pinpoint your thoughts and the true meaning of them. You just needed to breathe. You scatter random words along your notebook page, each representing word correlating with the exact way you are feeling in some way. You don’t dare to take an attempt at drawing this time around, because you knew exactly what your bruised-up hands would end up creating.

A man. Not a boy, but a man. A chiseled, sharp jawline. Confident, passion driven eyes. Slightly pink, smooth, pointed nose. Slim ears. A very light, almost faint brown color of hair, with an extremely adorable undercut to compliment his already unbelievably attractive features. Jean Kirstein.

Jean Kirstein, the man you can not get off your mind no matter how hard you try. You always act casual around him, as you have to, because you are the type to act differently around someone you admire. You sigh, eyes directing themselves toward the earth’s colorful horizon. The sky looked like something out of a fairy-tail, dazzling a bright blue that slightly strained your eyes. You want to understand yourself.

You hastily stand up, resting your hand on your knee as you trip over your feet. You find yourself forcefully running as soon as you gain balance over your body again. You need to see him, it has been awhile since you’ve seen Jean. Truth be told, you’ve been avoiding him for several days now, but every time you visit that damn oceanside, all you can think about is him. All the times you ran to the ocean in a distressed manner, sacrificing your breath solely to sit there for hours on end to think about Jean. You were just desperate to see his face, even for a moment.

You run towards a vast field that Jean always resided in on days like this, a very familiar place to you. You were thankful for these special days where everyone could relax. Struggling to catch your breath as beaded sweat rolls down the sides of your flushed cheeks, amidst the distance, you can see the soft brown-haired man amongst his friends Connie and Sasha. You had no intention of letting him see you, so you hid behind a tree that was several feet away from them. Your head shyly poked out, locked to his every move.

You watch the anger on his face arise from a comment Connie made, to which Sasha bursts out in laughter from. You can’t help but smile goofily, seeing the angered expression on Jean’s face. You are so jealous of Sasha and Connie, always getting to be around Jean with absolutely no tension. No second thoughts, no self doubts, no discomfort, no embarrassment, no feeling of shyness, just being friends casually. You, deep down, knew you wanted that with Jean more than anything.

Growing up, there was nothing in your life that motivated you. You had no life goals, nothing to strive for, absolutely nothing peaked your interest. Your family always tried to encourage you to try things, but you always shrugged it off, a careless “maybe” escaping from your lips every time. Maybe meant no.

For years on end, you wished for something more to your life. You wanted to live life with a purpose, you wanted to have an answer when people asked you what you wanted to do with your life, your goals, your passions, the things that inspired you, but you were left with absolutely no answer every time you had been asked these questions. It truly affected you as you grew up, and you felt like you were a coward and absolutely worthless to the world, you felt you were a coward that would never mean any significance to the world.

This trend of self deprecation and lack of motivation carried on for years, until, a moment in which you’d drawn several times occurred. Your mother had allowed you to go outside for a little bit so you could escape from the boredom you suffered through in the house, so you did. You walked outside, the sun instantly illuminating against your skin. Your eyes squinted as you adjusted to the sudden burst of sunlight flashing in your eyes. You skipped along the street, admiring the beauty of the world you lived in. You broke into a run as you spotted the familiar tree you’d always go to. You stumbled as you finally arrived, gasping for air because you had ran so fast.

You sat down, sluggishly resting your head against the tree as you caught your breath. You began to hum some songs you had made up in your head, your head swaying to the rhythm.

“What do you think you’re doing in my spot?” A stern voice questioned, causing your frail body to jump in shock. You placed your hand against your head as you tried to calm your breathing down.

“This is my spot,” you replied, unbothered by his rather disrespectful words that were thrown at you. “I’ve never seen you here before anyways, so don’t try to claim something that isn’t yours.”

“Well, I don’t wanna listen to some random girl sing, I’m trying to relax,” he replied, annoyance obvious in his voice. His fingers gripped onto the grass. He forcefully ripped the grass out of the ground, gripping it tightly, debating. He pitched the sharp grass into your face, and he watched as it fell back down into your lap. “So shoo!” He laughed at his actions.

“What’s your name?” You question, your eyes meeting his gaze. He was taken aback, surprised he wasn’t able to get on your nerves.

“W-Why the hell do you care!” The little boy shouted, desperately wanting you to leave him alone.

“It’s pretty much morally ethical to just introduce yourself to someone,” you reply nonchalantly. “I’m Y/N.”

“You think you’re so damn smart using words like that,” he growled. “I’m J-Jean, but I don’t feel ‘morally obligated’ to tell some random stranger that.”

“That’s fair, I’m not forcing you, Jeannn,” you drag his name on, teasing him. His face grows flushed from frustration, and he opens his mouth but you stop him. “Hey, Jean, I have a question.”

“Yeah, me too! Can you go find your own damn tree?!”

“What’s your dream?”

He was confused, fingers curling against his pants. He tried to open his mouth to make another snarky remark at you, but he was genuinely interested in the intent of your question. He slightly scratched his head, looking ahead of him, his eyebrows deepening as he knew exactly what his dreams were.

“I’m gonna serve in the Survey Corps!” He shouted in excitement, passion glowing in his eyes from the mere thought of it. He looked to you, arms supporting him to stand up straight. “I’m gonna protect every damn person on this island, you hear me? Every single person!” he took a moment to catch his breath from the amount of excitement he was exuding out of his voice. I wanna fight those titan bastards and give them a piece of their own medicine! I wanna protect the people of my island!” He shouts enthusiastically, jumping around in the thrill that filled his body. “HELL YEAH!!!”

Your eyes lit up, a tinted glow swirling around your dilated pupils. You’d never seen someone so genuinely passionate about their life, or about life in general. Your face lit up, it was almost like his pent up excitement was traveling through to you, causing you to stand up as well.

“I...want to have a dream too,” you smiled, looking down at the ground. He turned around to you, his head tilting. “I want to be like you.”

“What?!”

As the years passed by from the innocence of your nine year-old selves at the time, you grew closer and warmed up to each other more. You’d often find yourself eating over his place with his family, they were also so kind to you. You always made sure to remind Jean how lucky he was for the family he was blessed with, to which he’d roll his eyes at you and shout “I KNOW!” Jean would tell you stories of the way he wanted to take out titans, and the plans he had to lead humanity to freedom and peace, and the same feeling that flowed through your veins, heart, soul and mind from when he first told you about his dreams of joining the Survey Corps hit you like a truck every time. He was the only person that made you feel something.

It’s not like the two of you drifted apart, it’s just now, things are...different. You were nine years old when you met him, you had no idea what “feelings for someone” even were. Maybe that day marked the first day of your raging crush for Jean, or maybe it was genuine admiration, hell, maybe it was both! It is just undeniable that it’s harder for things to be how they were back then. Not when the mere second he even steps toward you, you can feel your heart beating out of your chest, your palms beginning to form sweat, and your seething urge to let all your feelings for him escape you.

You clumsily let your fingers slip off the tree, causing you to stumble forward from behind it.

“Y/N!” Sasha calls, waving her hand frantically at you. You’re stunned, your face instantly glowing a bright red from the realization that you’ve been spotted. “You hungry?” She yells extremely loud, despite only being a few feet away from your position.

“I-Um, Sure! Yeah...I’m hungry!” You call over to her, shyly looking to the side. You are desperately hoping that Jean doesn’t catch on to the fact that you were just watching them a few moments ago from a distance.

“Then get your ass over here!” Connie yells, causing Sasha to slap her hand on top of his head. “Oww!!”

You lift yourself up off the ground, eagerly walking, then running towards them. You finally land in front of them, shooting them a grin. Jean, however, doesn’t bat an eye at you. Your heart drops. Is he mad? What did you do? You couldn’t bare the thought of Jean being upset with you.

“J-”

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll go grab you some bread!” Sasha interrupts, recalling you informing her that you were hungry. 

“Thanks,” you smile, turning your head to the side to wave to them as they run both run to be your servants. They shoved each other onto the ground and began to fight, causing you to burst out in laughter. I’ll never get my food, you figured. You turned your head back around to face Jean, biting your lip in fear and the awkward tension that surrounded the two of you. “J-Jean?” No reply.

“Jean, I, um, I’m so sor-”

“Why do you act this way now?” He breaks out, his voice echoing with fury. His fists balled at his sides, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from coming off on you too harshly. “You never want to be around me anymore! You never even bother to check on me like you used to, you don’t talk to me about my dreams anymore, y-- you don’t even give a rat’s ass about me anymore, so why do you insist on even smiling at me?”

Your heart twists in a knot as you struggle to find the words to say, you can’t even blame him for a second for feeling the way he feels. It’s true, you had been acting different around him for months now. Naturally, if a close friend starts acting different around you, it will cause concern overtime, and eventually cause you to lash out like Jean was. You swallowed.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mutter, ashamed of yourself as you look down to the ground. “I...think about your dreams every day.”

He turns his head to face you. Finally, you think to yourself.

“I-I just can’t go on like this anymore..”

“What? Can’t go on like what? What about me, Y/N, goddamit. How do you think I feel?”

“I know! I know...I’m sorry, I’m not trying to discard your emotions,” you clench your hands around the bottom of your shirt, desperately trying to tug out the right words. “I’ve just been stuck in my head for awhile now.”

“Tch,” he mutters, annoyed at what he thinks is your ignorance of his emotions. You can’t even blame him for feeling how he does, you went from hanging around him every day to avoiding him at all costs. It hurt him deeply, seeing you drift away from his reach when all he wanted to do since he was that little boy you met behind the tree, was keep you close. “Me too..”

“Jean, come on,” you demand sternly, looking up to face him. “I need to show you something.”

“W-What about Con-” you already got ahold of his arm, grasping onto it before he can finish, forcing him to run with you. The two of you heavily pant as your legs carry you closer and closer to the ocean. The wind brushes back your hair as you head towards the familiar spot, your arms bent at your sides. The warmth of the sun grazes on your back, and you turn to your side to look at Jean. His eyes are focused on what’s ahead, as they always had been. That’s what made you admire Jean, and you blush to yourself as you recall all of the entrancing memories you’d shared with him.

“It’s hard to believe we’d..” he paused to catch his breath. “..ever reach this point of freedom.”

Your face lit up at his impactful words, knowing that he was the reason you joined the Survery Corps alongside him many years ago. He helped your find your motivation, he was your motivation. Your purpose to smile, your reason.

“We’re..here.” You announce as you both rest your hands against your knees, desperately attempting to catch your breath.

“Finally! This better be good if you dragged me all the way here,” he laughs. He seems to have let loose, you thought. “So, w-what is it?” he questions, falling to the sand to lay his body down.

You walk over to where you left your notebook, clutching it in your hands as you pick it up, like all the pages were going to fly out of it. You held onto it for dear life, your legs shaking nervously as you walk back to Jean. Y/N, it’s time to face this. You fall down to your knees, sighing as you finally feel the relief of being able to sit down again. He chuckles at you, causing your cheeks to burn up with happiness.

“I-I’m going to show you something...something very precious to me,” you confess, your eyes meeting his, almost as to look for some sort of reassurance in his gaze. His pupils dilate, not recognizing the feeling of your attention on him. “So, just..promise you won’t judge me, okay? Can you just promise me that?”

“I’d never judge you, Y/N.”

You open your notebook, gulping down an immense amount of fear, embarrassment and utter butterflies that entangled within your stomach from the thought of showing him what lied inside the pages.

“S-So, umm...it’s,” you laugh at yourself, hoping to break the flush from your face. “It’s not all that good, so, please bare with me.”

“Y/N,” Jean replies comfortingly, staring into your eyes. You feel your body heat up from his gaze, struggling to keep eye contact. You clench your fists, as you’re aware of how painfully red you are, and you know it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You’ve never judged me, and I’ve shown you the parts and sides of me that nobody else will ever know,” his voice sounded that of lying in the grass on a warm summer day, with a beaming sun closed in on you. Or maybe you were just recalling the memories of the day you meet Jean. “I’ll always want to be that person for you too, so...instead of worrying so much, just show me already, damn it!”

You can’t help but chuckle at his inability to say something sweet to you without lashing out in someway. You hitch in a deep breath, fluttering the pages open to the page you were searching for. The two of you sat there in the glistening sun, the echoing of the steady waves traveling into your ears. You would’ve never imagined you would be here right now, about to unveil the same drawing you had drawn over and over again since you were a child.

“Here.” You set your notebook in his lap, quickly darting your eyes away, but then back to him again, then away. You truly are dying to see his reaction, but you’re too embarrassed to even do so. Who can blame you? You are afraid of how he will react.

His face lit up in mesmerization, your heartfelt drawing sparking an emotion inside him that he knew he couldn’t deny anymore. Jean Kirstein was madly in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Jean supposed his childhood habits had dug deep into his mind as he grew up, and he could never let that habit of suppressing his emotions and pretending like they’re not there go away.

A tree lied on the paper, with the back of your body resting against it. In front of you stood Jean, his arm raised in the air. You had drawn his face with precision, highlighting the excitement and passion in his eyes that you could still clearly recall. You could never, ever let that moment leave your mind, no matter what happened. You made a promise to yourself that you would never let that memory escape you. You’d drawn the grass and sky in immense detail, depicting exactly how the shimmering combination of the sun and sky made you feel, along with the aura of perfection that was Jean.

You felt your eyes tear up from relief, after years of suppressing your feelings for Jean, you were so incredibly happy to finally reveal a precious memory that followed you every day since it happened. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, it felt like you could finally breathe again. In an odd way, it felt like you were taken back to that day when you first met Jean. When you first met the man who touched your soul. You felt goosebumps trickle all around your skin as you admired Jean’s features as he stared down at your drawing.

“I don’t know what to say, Y/N I-” his breath went short as his eyes lifted up to yours, then back down to your drawing. “I feel like I’m looking into my mind in this drawing, like...you captured my thoughts,”

His words struck you in ways unimaginable.

“It’s...absolutely breathtaking,” he confessed, dragging himself closer to you. “I think about that day, hell-”

“Every day?” you insist, pulling yourself closer to his face in curiosity. Your lashes fluttered as you stared into his eyes, hoping you could pull more out of him.

“Yeah..” he admits, lost in your eyes. “I love being this close to you.”

Your body shook from his words, not expecting him to feel the same you felt. Being this close to him felt...felt like safety. It felt like peace and tranquility. You wanted to stay here in this moment, your cheeks flushed with his, pinkies brushed together, and noses slightly pecked as the clouds slowly glide across the sky.

“Thank you,” you whisper, salty tears waltzing down your cheeks. “Thank you, Jean Kirstein, for claiming that tree,” you lift your hand up to grip onto his for support. He responds by squeezing your hand tightly, letting you know it’s okay to cry. He wants you to not hold back, and reveal all your precious emotions to him. “thank you for always getting annoyed by me, thank you f-for-” you choke on your tears.

“Y/N-”

“Thank you for telling me that you wanted to join the Survery Corps!” you burst out, your words calling out to the wind. You wanted to be heard. “Thank you...for giving me purpose!”

You pull away from him, your hands digging into the sand. Your whole body was shaking like your breath was, insanely flustered to be pouring your heart out to the most remarkable person you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Your arms trembled as your legs supported you to stand up. “Thank you for being my world, Jean Kirstein.”

The breath taken man stands up, towering over you. His face is a bright red, his hands trembling from the immense weight your words held in his mind.

“I’ll...tell you my dreams every day,” he whispers to you, lowering his head. “if it means I get to see the beauty of your motivation a million times over like I did the day you joined the Survery Corps.” “Y/N, your motivation shines so brightly, even right now,” he takes your quivering hand in his, squeezing it tight in an attempt to calm you down. “I don’t know how I would’ve ever had the guts to confess to you, so...I know how hard it must be..t-to tell me all your secrets,” he breathes in sharply. "...even so, you’re gorgeous like this,” he gently smiles, eyes piercing into yours. “So just kiss m-”

Your lips collided with his, your knees struggling to hold you up from your trembling. You wrap your arms around his neck to balance yourself once again, to which he responds by wrapping his around your fragile figure. His body feels like that day, he feels like that day. He feels like freedom.

“Mmh,” you wince against the intense kiss you found yourself in. After years of concealing these feelings you had for him, it came out in a raging passion. It felt so good to feel his smooth lips plummeting against yours. It was out of a dream. When you two pulled away from the kiss, you were out of breath. “J-”

“I love you.”

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

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Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

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After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I��I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

[holycow99]

石田お寿司 18/9/21 stream summary Part 3

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

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(t/n: ** = translation may not be accurate, SY= Y****, TS= S******)

83. Ishida bad mouthed the assistant guy from the last stream, not realising that person was in the stream as well. He then asked whether the guy was able to wake up.

84. Someone mentioned Bleach’s author, Kubo sensei, as the one who could draw super fast. He said that being able to draw fast didn’t only include the pace you’re drawing the picture. The panels were also included. Even if you draw fast, if there’s 120 panels, it’d still gonna take time. On the other hand, if there’s only 70 panels, it’d take less time. Then there’s the art style as well. Those who use great amount of Kakeami would take a longer time. He then praised Kubo sensei’s drawing.

(t/n: Kakeami is a method of shading using only parallel lines.)

85. Takahashi Rumiko sensei, the author of Inuyasha was also mentioned as mangaka who drew fast. Ishida mentioned that she’s full of energy. He said young Takahashi Rumiko sensei was cute. She’s still cute now.

86. SY asked what kind of vehicle he wanted to ride. He said he’s scared of trucks. He also didn’t like riding buses. In conclusion, he didn’t wanna ride anything.

87. Ishida said it’s kinda hard to be motivated with digital drawing. He did want to draw on papers, but drawing digitally is infinitely better when he wants to fix or adjust things in his works. He often uses shortcuts as well.

88. He never really felt any sense of accomplishment, so he didn’t understand people who did. He did feel relief (?) when he completed something, but he didn’t understand the feeling of wanting to experience that sense of accomplishment again. He envied those who felt that way since he never felt it.

89. SY read TG manga for the first time the previous day. Ishida was surprised by it and asked him if he thought Ishida was just a streamer. People in the chat were also shocked by it, lol. There were people who only knew about JJ too. Ishida wondered how did SY come across his streams. Sy replied that he just thought Ishida was just someone who drew beautiful illustrations the first time he watched his stream. Ishida was grateful that he’s reading it. It didn’t really matter if he read it or not. When musicians told him that they read TG, he felt like they’re just trying to be considerate, but they probably did read it. It’s okay if they didn’t read it. He always thought that every time he met new people. He wasn’t being humble, it’s just that he preferred if people could just talk to him as usual.

90. Someone said that there were people who got shocked reading TG after they played JJ.  He said it’s because JJ was a combination between his sister & him. He also already through with TG, so the vibe was different. However, he once said in an interview that it was hard for him to get rid off TG vibes inside of him when doing JJ in the early stages. He was teased about that by everyone.  

91. He went to the bathroom for the 3rd time and someone guessed the correct flower.

92. He wants to invite Mr. Kunimitsu and Ms. Towada again.

93. He said 30,000 is quite a lot for a small fry youtuber like him. He’s amazed he could come this far just by his Animal Rap videos and his game streams.

94. He’s looking at the new illustration that Ms. Towada posted on her twitter. He said the illustration must’ve taken a lot of time. That kind of illustration was tough to draw. He said Ms. Towada seemed healthy when they talked recently.

95. It’s better to just have a conversation with Ms. Towada the next time she’s in the stream since he’d get distracted.

96. Takayuki Kondo, Takashina Sarafumi’s VA was streaming at the time and a fan commented that he was praising Ishida in the stream. Ishida wanted to know what he said about him so he asked the fan to record it.** Ishida was grateful about it.

97. A fan commented that Ms. Towada seemed knowledgeable about geography or local stuffs. Ishida told them it’s because she really liked to travel. She probably had gone to most prefectures in Japan. That’s why she’s very knowledgeable in local history.

98. He jokingly said that he already went to Kumamoto trip with 300 fans. He apologised to those who didn’t get invited.

99. SY commented something and Ishida asked him shouldn’t he be doing something at the moment. He hoped SY did something while listening to his stream. He wanted to think the viewers did that since he only talked about trivial stuffs.

100. A lot of people said they weren’t invited. Ishida said that the trip was only for old men. The trip was for those aged 40 years old and above.

101. He mentioned that he’s just gonna thank the viewers for 30,000 subscribers’ celebration, though he’s really grateful for it. He wanna aim for 40,000 as well.

102. Someone mentioned that Simon’s abilities were really cool to the point they wanted to try those abilities. Ishida also stated he wanted to try them.

103. A fan suggested Ishida going on a trip with 300 gals. He said it seemed tiring, but in actuality, he’d probably enjoy it.

104. A fan asked his opinion on anti-natalism. He wasn’t familiar with the term and searched for it. He wondered if the term was brought by Schopenhauer. He said Schopenhauer was just jealous of Hegel since Hegel was really famous. His books were full of criticism on Hegel.

(t/n: Anti-natalism is a principle that’s against reproduction. Anti-natalists believe that giving birth is wrong. Both Schopenhauer & Hegel were philosophers.)

105. His opinion on the subject was that it’s okay if anti-natalists exist. There are people who agree or disagree with the concept. If you don’t wanna have a baby, you don’t need to. If you want to have a baby, then you should go for it. He said recently, he finally understood why declining birth rate is a bad thing.

106. A fan suggested a stream where viewers could also participate to increase subscribers, so he asked what should they do together. People in the chat suggested games like tetris, bomberman, and Smash Bros. He didn’t wanna play Smash Bros cus he didn’t wanna get beaten again.

107. A fan said that a lot of people would be interested in having children if they had money. He said it’s better to provide support towards people who raise children.

108. Mashima Hiro sensei, Fairy Tail’s author, did an online signing session. He wondered how he did that.

109. A fan suggested playing Mario Kart with viewers, but he scared the same thing would happen to him, just like during Smash Bros.

*Ishida reading game recommendations.

101. A fan asked what kind of game should they play so he wouldn’t get his ass beaten. He said it depended on the players. It’s better to gather weak players, so he could be the strongest.

102. A fan suggested a correction session, where Ishida would look through everyone’s own manga and correct errors. But then, everyone had to draw a manga.

103. He’s still not over his Crazy Jump’s idea. He seriously wanted to publish the magazine, lol.

104. People asking him how many pages should they draw and he said just 2 panels.

105. He bought a lot of books about human history.

106. He drank a lot of proteins.

107. He said Hitman is fun if he plays it by himself. He becomes lazy when he streams it, so it feels boring.

108. He wanted to play Detroit again, but he wanted to finish Heavy Rain first. He wanted to play Heavy Rain but the game’s heavy.

109. He wanted to end the stream, but everyone asked him not to.

110. He’s probably gonna do his work or watch movies while trying to sleep after the stream ends.

111. He wanted to end the stream, but he’s really curious about Mama’s last illustration, so he continued playing Made in Wario for a bit. He fanboyed over Mama, Mona, and Penny. He wanted to get penny’s illustration, but he didn’t have enough money to buy items to increase Penny’s level.

112. He wanted to try go to a cabaret club. He wanted to try spending all his money on a cabaret girl. He wanted to go to a host club as well, but he thought he’d probably wasting the hosts’ time since they’d have to serve him.

113. In the end, he’s gonna take a look at Mama’s final illustration by himself. He fanboyed over her one last time.  

Part 1

[mdelpin]

Gratsu Bingo 2019 Prompt: Play AO3 | FF.Net

Natsu Smiles

Summary: Gray was relieved when Natsu confesses that he's begun writing fanfiction as a way to help him not miss Gray so much while he's away at college. But as months go by and Natsu's smile begins to dim, Gray fears he might not be able to save Natsu from himself.

Trigger Warning: In later chapters, there will be mentions of cutting, and there will be talk of suicide. This chapter, however, is pure fluff.

Chapter 1

“Hey Babe,” Gray spoke into his phone, excited to finally get to talk to Natsu for the first time since he’d left for college. It had been a long week, full of orientations and the beginning of his training schedule.

“Gray!”

Gray could almost touch the excitement in Natsu’s voice, and he immediately became homesick. He could picture the way Natsu’s eyes lit up when he smiled, and it made him ache to touch him. They’d never been apart this long since they’d started dating a few years earlier.

“The one and only, I finally got a break to myself, and I couldn’t wait to hear your voice,” Gray gushed sounding like a lovelorn idiot and not caring one bit, “What have you been up to while I was gone?”

There was a pause and then a nervous chuckle, “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“No can do, but now I’m really curious, you been thinking about me?” Gray asked.

“Yeah, I miss you,” Natsu’s voice was sad, but he continued, “Do you remember Lucy?”

“Yeah sure, the blonde.”

“Mhm, well she suggested I try writing as a way to get my mind off you for a bit, so I did.”

“Writing, huh? That’s cool, what did you write about?”

“Remember that anime I was really into? I wrote a fanfiction about it, and I posted it online.”

“Fanfiction? I leave for a week, and you turn into a girl,” Gray teased, but he was secretly glad. He’d been worried that without him there to force Natsu to go out and socialize sometimes he’d just sit home and mope about him being gone. Writing sounded like a good thing.

“Shut up, guys can write fanfiction. A few people liked it, and they commented on it, it was kinda cool. They liked something I wrote, can you believe it?”

“Of course I can, you’ve always had an awesome imagination. Can I read it?”

“Sure, I posted it on fanfiction.net, my username is firedragon777. Anyway, tell me everything!”

So Gray did, he told him about Lyon, his roommate, who was also there on a hockey scholarship. He told him about the grueling practice schedule, and the terrible food, and what his room looked like but mostly he told him how much he missed him, and how he couldn’t wait to see him the first break he got. They hung up ten minutes later, feeling happy, but also frustrated at not being able to see each other.

Gray logged on to fanfiction.net and looked for Natsu’s story. He thought it was good, but what he loved the most was being able to hear Natsu’s voice in the words. He grinned and left a ridiculously sappy comment that would probably embarrass the hell out of Natsu when he read it and went to bed with thoughts of his lover floating through his tired brain.

xxx

School started almost before he was ready, and it was much harder than he’d expected. The added pressure of having to keep his GPA up while having to adhere to his team’s practice schedule kept him in constant stress. He wished Natsu were there with him, he always slept better with him in the bed.

They emailed back and forth, but their schedules didn’t mesh up for long phone conversations very often. Today had been a particularly grueling day for Gray, and he needed to hear Natsu’s voice, so he forced himself to take a break between practice and dinner and call him.

“Hey Babe, Is this a bad time?” Gray greeted as soon as the call was picked up.

“Hi, No, I was just looking up some stuff online,” Natsu said, sounding a bit distracted.

“Resorting to porn already?” Gray teased, knowing porn made Natsu uncomfortable.

“Gods no, that stuff is gross. I’ve been talking to a few other writers, and we’ve been thinking of starting a writing group on Tumblr, maybe Discord.”

“I have no idea what any of those are.”

“Me either, that’s why I’m looking into them. Discord sounds interesting. It’s like a chat thing for gamers, but it has video calling. Maybe you can get it too, and we can at least see each other from time to time.”

“That actually sounds like a great idea, I’d love to see you right about now. I’ll check it out once I get back to my room.”

“Rough day?”

“Yeah, any day without you is rough.”

“That was pretty smooth.”

Gray chuckled, “I have my moments. So the writing thing is still good?”

“Yeah, I’ve published a few other things.”

“Oh, man, I didn’t know. I’ll check them out later.”

“You can subscribe to me, then you’ll get emails whenever I post anything.”

“Okay. Damn, I have to go eat dinner before the dining hall closes for the night. I love you.”

“I love you too, bye!”

Gray hurried to eat, looking up Discord on his phone while he sat at the table. He decided to install it on his laptop when he got back to his room. He really wanted to see Natsu.

xxx

“Can you see me?” Natsu asked once he saw Gray’s image come up on the screen. He waved excitedly.

“Wow you weren’t kidding, he really does have pink hair.”

“Natsu, this is Lyon, my idiot roommate. Lyon, this is my boyfriend, Natsu. Now go away so I can enjoy seeing him for the first time in a month.”

With a wave Lyon left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Wow, his hair is really white,” Natsu couldn’t help but say.

“You know that’s ridiculous coming from you, right?” Gray rolled his eyes and just stared at his screen. “You’re looking good babe, wearing a bit more clothes than I was hoping for. I always picture you naked when we talk.”

Natsu laughed, “I bet you do, Zeref always leaves the fucking thermostat too cold, and he bitches if I move it.”

“He still working nights?

Natsu nodded, and Gray just wanted to reach out and touch him, what he wouldn’t give to be able to somehow go through the screen and just magically appear at Natsu’s house.

“You look tired, Princess,” Natsu noted, observing the dark rings around the other’s eyes.

“Yeah, they’ve been running us ragged. We have our first game soon. What about you? How’s school going?”

“It’s fine, nothing too hard yet. I’ve been working on the writing group. We have a blog, and I’m playing around, trying to learn how to create a website. We’ve been talking about organizing events too.”

“No offense babe, but that sounds like a lot of work. I thought you were in this for fun.”

“It is, and I am, but you know me, I like learning new things. It’s a little stressful though, there are a few people in there already, and they don’t all get along.”

“Natsu, don’t go in all crazy like you always do? If it gets to be too much just let go, okay?”

“It’ll be fine, you worry too much. Anyway, show me your room,” Natsu changed the subject, and Gray let him. He walked him around the room, showing him where he lived.

“I can’t wait for you to come here next year, we can get a little apartment off-campus, it’ll be awesome! I’ve already started asking which are the best buildings.”

“That does sound nice, I miss you sneaking in here to sleep while Zeref is at work.”

“We didn’t always sleep,” Gray reminded him with a wolfish grin.

“No, we didn’t,” Natsu smiled and held his hand up to the screen, and even though it was girly and he felt dumb, Gray did it back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

To be continued...

A/N: I'm gonna be honest with you, I had no plans to write any more new stories for the Bingo but something happened last night and I just had to get some stuff out. So this was born late last night while not being able to sleep and stressed out beyond measure as to whether a friend would wake up again or not.

This story has nothing to do with anything ftlgbtales related (or any of my other blogs). This is more drawing on my limited experience in fandom and how it can tear you apart if you let it.

It will be in Gray's POV, mostly because I'm trying to understand how my husband might have felt when I first joined the Fairy Tail fandom. Think of it as my penance for doing that to him. The man is a saint.

I have not decided on the ending yet and I have no idea how many chapters it will be. I had originally meant to do a one-shot but this is where I left it 4AM and when I was rereading this morning I could not bear to spoil it with anything bad. Can't vouch the other chapters will be as fluffy.

[umbralsound-xiv]

Reclaimation And Redemption: A Respite For Thoughts.

Some small handful of suns had passed since their arrival, and aside from the initial confrontation with Sihret, all had remained relatively peaceful within the Clan. Mhira had found herself tending what wounds the others could not, and Zhav busied herself with dulled and broken weaponry. The entire Clan never seemed to stop for long; and when they had finally deigned to rest during the daylight bells, there was always at least a handful on watch.

Bexy had preferred her solitude, as she always had in unfamiliar locations. Especially ones whose residents weren’t exactly the most inviting, and often eyed and spoke about her when she thought she couldn’t possibly have overheard. They were wrong, of course. Still, she ate with the others, much to Sihret’s displeasure, but due to the agreement of hospitality, she could have hardly argued it. But this sun, her appetite had eluded her. Some tight knot had worked it’s way into her stomach, and her want for solitude had taken her to the treetops.

The sun had just begun to peek up from the horizon, the sky awash in a pale array of colours. It had been some time since she’d seen a sunrise, Bexy thought, and there was some peace she’d managed to find, greeting her Goddess, rather than watching her sink away in the sunset. It was late for Karahli standards -- Keeper standards at that, being nocturnal though they were, and just a little too early in the morning for almost anyone else.

And such a moment of peace is promptly interrupted, by the loud snap of a branch, and an unkempt head of purple hair.

“‘ey.”

Zhav clambers up the tree, and uninvited, joins Bexy on the sturdy branch that stretched high enough to oversee most of the canopy. In her hands, a wrapped cloth that seemed to clatter and rattle as she’d adjusted to sit more comfortably, swinging one leg to hang down from the branch as the other stretched forwards.

“Zhav.” Bexy offers a greeting. It’s not quite a smile, but a knit brow of confusion as to exactly why she was here, and why she’d picked this very spot on the branch next to her.

“Figured y’d be about, but not this fuckin’ high up. Guess it’s’n archery thin’?”

Bexy stares. What a strange way to begin a conversation. She finds herself still asking internal questions, before stuttering her answer.

“I... Suppose? I’ve not... Really spoken to many archers. I just... Like... Taller...--” With a thought that intruded her mind, she gives an uncharacteristically dismissive wave to her own words. “...Did you need something of me, Zhav?”

“Nope!” Zhav chimes back. After staring at Bexy for an uncomfortable amount of moments, she reaches for the wrapped cloth and sets it at Bexy’s side. “Y’didn’ eat earlier. Thought y’might be hungry.”

Bexy’s gloved hands take up the cloth as though it was some delicate object. Sitting it on her lap, she unpicks the knot, revealing the pottery within; a haunch of boar and a handful of vegetables... And another, containing half a dozen rolanberries. She smiles at the gesture rather than the want to eat, but keeps it close regardless. “...You didn’t have to. I... Appreciate it all the same, though.” Bexy glances down to the floor, or what little of it she could see beneath the boughs. “...You came all the way up here to bring me food?”

“Kinda.” Zhav admits, curling up to rest on a solitary knee, peering at the Seeker still. Zhav hadn’t seen Bexy much without her mask, and to see the woman at all in something casual had still been something of an occasion for her. Bexy had, after all, opted to wear her usual garb for her visit; if it was anything more armoured, Sihret may well have been more on edge than she already was.

The shared silence had lingered awkwardly in the air for long enough as Zhav simply stared and Bexy had given back a most bewildered glance, offering a small, discomforted smile as she reaches for a rolanberry in some bid to dispell the feeling.

“Think y’interestin’.” Zhav speaks again, watching the woman’s every move with vested interest. “Think y’neat.” She gives a pause, a question on the tip of her tongue, before she decides to speak it. “What y’doin’ all th’way up ‘ere, anyway? Y’ain’t on watch, far’s i know.”

Bexy gives a light roll of her shoulders. Eyes diverted away from Zhav, they move to greet the fading stars in the sky. “...Just... Thinking.” Came her short answer. She reaches for another rolanberry. Zhav immediately interrupts a good bit louder than she’d probably have intended, giving Bexy cause to jump from the sudden change in volume.

“---Whatcha thinkin’ bout? I always were curious, an’ ain’ ever ‘ad much oppertunity t’ask!” She beams, craning in forward as though it would help her better listen, pointed teeth on show in a grin. She pauses. Maybe a little more enthusiastic than she’d intended herself. “Uh... Not that y’have t’tell me. Just... Always been curious, ‘s’all.”

A light sigh is given from Bexy’s nose, taking a bite from the rolanberry and discarding the stem far into the undergrowth below. “...Lots of things. Sihret. What might come to pass. Ideas. Poetry. Friends.” She pauses, offering the smallest of frowns. “...People back home.”

Zhav bobs her head with unyielding enthusiasm. “Interestin’ thin’s, then. Y’reckon they’re copin’ without ya?” She laughs. It’s half sarcasm, half serious, and manages to draw Bexy’s attention from the sky.

“I wouldn’t see why not.” Bexy responds. She reaches for the rolanberries again in an effort to fight the melancholy reminder that had settled in her thoughts. Few had spoken to her since her arrival, and she could not deny the claws of lonliness had begun to set in. “...What of you, Zhav?” She asks, in some attempt to deflect. “...Will you remain here, when all is said and done?”

Zhad hadn’t expected a question in response. With rare speechlessness, a hand raises to comb through her unruly hair. “Uh... Ain’... Really thought tha’ far. Wherever Mhira goes, i guess.”

“And if Mhira asks you to decide?”

Zhav falls quiet again. Giving a moment, she only rolls her shoulders before her response. “...Dunno. Figure... We’d go back t’the house. Figure out what we’re doin’, regardless’ve what happens. An’... Uh...” Zhav shrugs, before the wide smile returns once again. “Got business w’one’ve y’healers. Said i’d tell ‘em ‘ow stuff went. Nice ‘nough guy, past conflicts not withstandin’.” She laughs. “...If shite really goes south, maybe i’ll even put in an application!”

At that, if Bexy’s brow rose any higher, it may well have vanished. “...Well, i would not deny your credentials. I’ve seen you fight.” Somewhat surprised, her head tilts. “...Silas?”

Zhav cuts a glance back. “Aye.” A brow perks in response. “How’d y’know?”

A small smirk tugs Bexy’s lips. “...He was attentive enough during your injuries. Simply an observation, Zhav.” She chimes, with a half-mocking tone. “...Naught to be ashamed of. He has always seemed... Pleasant, if a little reserved. Quiet.”

“Y’jus’ ain’ pissed ‘em off ‘nough.” Zhav laughs, “S’a laugh. Don’ take ‘emself too seriously. We get on.”

Bexy nods, head tilted with intent to pry. “An amusing match, considering. An ex-Wood Wailer, and a Keeper woman of the Shroud...”

“Is what it is.” Zhav states. It doesn’t sound so much as defensive, as matter of fact. “An’ what ‘appens, ‘appens.”

Chuckling, Bexy nods. Lazily, her tail sways behind her at the branch on which she sat. “...I’m much more used to people denying their affections in most conversations regarding the subject. ‘Tis a pleasant change.”

Zhav offers another shrug. “...Is what it is.” She repeats, again. “...What ‘bout you? You ever think you’ll... Y’know?” Zhav dances around her words; she had known the subject to be delicate, but hadn’t known to what extent.

“...Perhaps.” Bexy muses. A warm, yet faint smile lingers on her lips. “...After... He left. I had resigned myself to a life of solitude, for many a reason than just this.” Bexy waved a gloved hand in dismissal. “But... Suppose i can see, now. That it need not be so.” She smiles to Zhav again. “Perhaps.”

“Ah?” Zhav grins, and scoots another ilm closer. “Well, y’can’ jus’ leave it at that, now! Y’know ‘bout me, s’only fair. Eye fer’n eye, ‘n all that!”

Bexy gives a reserved glance, lips pursed in some protest that she hadn’t wished to share any more, before they are broken by a sigh.

“His name is Laurent. I... went to see him, afore i came here. I know not why. Not fully. Perhaps, to inform him more personally of my absence. He is a dear friend, and...”

Bexy trails at her words. A friend? Was that truly all they were, now? At the pause, Zhav grins a toothy grin, her pointed canines well on show.

“S’cause y’got a thin’ for ‘em. S’why you went to see him. Ain’t hard t’figure out, Bexy.”

Bexy almost offendedly looks to Zhav, jaw-half dropped. “And how do you come to that conclusion?!”

“Eh, met ‘em once. He’s an Elezen... Duskwight? Wildwood? Ain’ know. Wears fancy clothin’. Your type, aye?” Zhav snorts. Bexy purses her lips in defiance.

“...Suppose. But it is not what draws me to him. Not... Wholly. He is kind. Views his friends much the way i do. It is rare i am matched in loyalty for those dear to me.” Again, she gives a hesitant pause in her words. “...He wounded himself for me, once. Fought beside me.” Slowly her gloved fingertips move to trace her lips. “...Kissed me, before i left. I have had much time to think on it. What it means. And how i should proceed.”

Zhav laughs again. “Proceed by kissin’ ‘em back. Ain’ hard.” She teases. “Seems nice ‘enough. Bit fancy f’my tastes. Seems suitin’ ‘nough t’ya, though.”

Zhav’s words hadn’t at all helped with Bexy’s dilemma. Another pout falls upon her lips much to Zhav’s amusement, Bexy half bristling with the comment. “What would you know of my tastes, anyway?”

“---Y’think we didn’ ‘ear’ve your victims back when you were th’Coeurl? More’n half’ve ‘em were the tall’n pointy sort.” Zhav remarks, half considering taking a rolanberry for herself, and deciding any potential repercussion simply wasn’t worth it. “...Know a lot more’n you think, Bexy. Y’like sweet stuff. Prefer higher places. Fancy clothin’. We had folk keepin’ track.”

Bexy sinks in her shoulders. “...I suppose you did. It would make sense.” She sighs. She wouldn’t deny having this new knowledge had set a knot in her gut. How long had they watched her? How much, exactly, did they know? She keeps her silence, and reaches for the rest of her meal.

“Y’got plenty’ve stories ‘bout you. Mostly used as ways t’discipline unruly kits.” Zhav half-beams. It quickly fades to a bittersweet smile. “Know i told m’own plenty’ve times if she didn’ go t’bed when i said so, th’Coeurl’d come get ‘er. Was a common ‘nough threat. Didn’ eat somethin’? Coeurl. Didn’ wanna wash? Coeurl. Y’get th’picture. ‘Course, y’wouldn’ come. Well, not ‘til now, anyway. Y’wonder why th’kits’re so well behaved when y’here?” She chuckles. Bexy stares on in surprise, and a smile tugs at her lips. It was equal parts worrisome when she had heard such stories of herself, and somewhat amusing for the obedience it beckoned.

“I need wonder no longer.” Bexy responds, giving an amused hum that mulls into contemplation, and curiosity. Slowly, she turns to look to Zhav. “...Your own?” She asks, hesitantly.

“...Aye.” Zhav nods. The shift of her weight on the branch is accompanied by a sigh. “...Finish y’food. I’ll tell y’ all about ‘er.”

Bexy nods, taking up the bowl in her hands, ears flicked to listen, the two speaking until the sun was high in the skies.

[silenthilllz]

Silent’s Details

its kinda long

Character Chart 

Character’s full name:  Silent Armont Reason or meaning of name: Character’s nickname: Z Reason for nickname: Because she accidently one day spelled her own name wrong “Zilent” Birth date: 10/23/???? Physical appearance:

Age: 20,000 years old  How old does he/she appear: 20 years old Weight: 90 lbs Height: 5′5′‘ Body build: Lean Eye color: Hazel, yellow when she’s in berserk mode Glasses or contacts: None Skin tone:  Pale Hair color: brown Type of hair: Short down to her shoulders wavy hair, but she usually has it straight Voice: very small and quiet, but loud Favorite outfit: light purple hoodie and blue jeans.  Jewelry or accessories: She has a black cat choker on her neck with a chain and locket Personality Good personality traits: She’s kind and caring, and loyal Bad personality traits: Short tempered, and sometimes selfish Mood character is most often in: Happy Sense of humor: Kinda got a small dark sense of humor? She kinda laughs when people do stupid things and end up getting hurt, also makes fun of herself. She laughs more when she watches youtube videos rather than movies. Character’s greatest joy in life: Her friends and family Character’s greatest fear: Killing people she loves, being alone.

Why?: Because she’s a demon with an unstable amount on dark energy. She cannot control her own feelings sometimes, and so she attacks and lashes out at whoever is near. That being her friends and family, and maybe even someone she loves.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? When she killed a small child. And found out she destroyed a whole city.

  Character is most at ease when: She’s left alone to do her own things.  Most ill at ease when: Too many people want to touch her tail and ears. It makes her uncomfortable.

Enraged when: Someone hurts people she cares for, and over small things sometimes. Depressed or sad when: When she’s reminded of the things she’s done to innocent people. If granted one wish, it would be: To have not been born Why?:

She’s killed so many people. If she wasn’t born, no one would have had to die when she was around. There are other people who are more suited for her job. She’s not the only one who can take down the monsters she faces. If she was gone, no one would to suffer if she makes a blunder.

Character’s soft spot: she likes animals and sweets Is this soft spot obvious to others? Hell yeah Greatest strength: Lame as it sounds, her friends and family Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Being reminded she is a monster, and if you bring up that one lover who died in her arms or the child she killed, she shuts down. Biggest regret: Not apologizing to the person she was in love with before she killed them. Minor regret: She regrets alot of things. Biggest accomplishment: Defeating Devin. Minor accomplishment: getting up every morning Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Like forgetting her own damn name? Why? She forgot how to spell her name one day, and is embarrassed af about it. To be fair, she did pull a 2 week nighter when hunting a very large powerful hertz. 

Character’s darkest secret: She failed to save a world once, and she watched as the planet was consumed in darkness and everyone was killed.  Does anyone else know? Looker knows. Goals Drives and motivations: Seeing the worlds in happiness Immediate goals: To control her powers Long term goals: To get rid of the Hertz once and for all, and to maybe settle down with someone that she loves and wont die. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Work hard and erase the Hertz. Fall in love with a long living demon, but she tends to fall in love with humans. How other characters will be affected: Gotta prepare for seeing Silent in heartbreak and injuries. Past Hometown: Rapture Type of childhood: She doesn’t remember it, she wasn’t born normally Pets: Echo, and some of the monsters on the island. First memory: Waking up in a clear tube with a mass of swirling darkness around her. Most important childhood memory: Meeting Looker. Looker saved her ass so many times when she was a child. Why: Well, he had to take care of her because her powers were not controlled and so she often broke alot of stuff. Childhood hero: N/A Dream job: Jobs don’t matter on an island,  Education: Learned everything from her teachers in the castle Religion: N/A, she has gods and demons on her island ffs Finances: Royalty Present Current location: (when shes not in another universe or on a different planet) She usually has her own room in the castle that she lives in. Currently living with: Echo Pets: Echo, and maybe her lurkers, and some of her drawings? Religion: Not very religious? She likes alot of other cultures.  Occupation: A hunter, looking for Hertz and destroying them before they fuck up universes and worlds. Finances: She’s a princess, loads of money Family Mother: N/A Relationship with her: N/A Father: N/A Relationship with him: N/A Siblings: Code and Data Relationship with them: Very good Spouse: N/A Relationship with him/her: N/A Children: N/A  Relationship with them: N/A Other important family members: Looker and Soul

Favorites 

Color: Purple  Least favorite color: Neon Pink Music: classical music Food: seafood Literature: She doesn’t read alot really. She does like fantasy books though. Form of entertainment: video games, exploring universes Expressions: Cat face~ Mode of transportation: Portals Most prized possession: her cat choker Habits Hobbies: Video games, drawing, singing Plays a musical instrument? Used to be able to play the piano Plays a sport? No, but she does fight every day. How he/she would spend a rainy day: Watching the rain or actually playing in the rain Spending habits: She has  fuck ton of money because she is a princess, but she doesn’t actually go on spending sprees. Smokes: N/A Drinks: She hates alcohol Other drugs: She takes a pill to help her when she’s in heat. What does he/she do too much of? Apologize What does he/she do too little of? Look before she leaps Extremely skilled at: Fighting, drawing Extremely unskilled at: Cooking Nervous tics: Usual body posture: slouched over Mannerisms: She kinda has good manners since she was brought up in a royal household, but she kinda forgets sometimes and just acts like a normal person. Peculiarities: Traits Optimist or pessimist? She’s kinda both sometimes? Maybe pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Introvert Daredevil or cautious?  Both, depending on what it is Logical or emotional? Emotional, and that tends to cause her to go berserk. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? She is neat. Her room is organized. Prefers working or relaxing? She likes to work since she can see different worlds and meet different people on her missions, but she likes to relax sometimes because getting her ass handed to her by giant monsters kinda gets tiring. Confident or unsure of himself/herself? UNSURE Animal lover? Yes, she is part cat after all. Self-perception :

How he/she feels about himself/herself:  She hates herself. She has killed millions of people when she goes berserk and ends up hurting those she cares about to try and get away from them.  One word the character would use to describe self: Monster One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

“I’m a monster because, well. Literally a monster because I’m a demon, and it fits because I kill people. I hurt people I care about. No one needs to be near me because I’ve hurt them. I lie, I cheat, I hide... Other than turning into a mindless monster who destroys everything around her, there’s nothing good about me.”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Kindness? She is kind to people. Even if she is shy. Also she is very loyal to her friends. She will die for her friends and family. What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Short tempered, she has a short fuse and not very patient. Snaps at people who get on her nerves very quickly. What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her freckles. She has no idea, she likes her freckles.  What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? How small she is. Being 5′5′‘ might not be small to most people, but she lives on an island full of monsters who are fucking huge and tall. How does the character think others perceive him/her: They think Silent is a quiet girl, very shy, and a little awkward. But when they get to know her, she is very friendly and a bit... clingy? Might be due to her liking to be pet. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: She wants to be normal. Like a normal monster who has their powers under control. She used to want to be human at one point, but then she realized who would save her friends when there wasn’t a demon around? Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: She is ok with other people as long as they don’t poke fun at her for being a demon. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Totally, she hates showing herself because she kinda has insecurities about herself. Person character most hates: She fucking hates some dude named Devin Thorne who used her as a toy and a weapon on her home island when she was 17,000 years old. She trusted him, and he used her. Best friend(s): Soul, Data, Code, and Looker :D Oh and Echo! Love interest(s): She doesn’t fall in love with anyone anymore because 1) she’s a demon and she tends to outlive humans 2) last person she cared about died in her arms because she accidently killed them. Person character goes to for advice: Soul, he is like. The best person. Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: The residents of her island because she is, after all, a princess. She has to learn how to settle quarrels. Person character feels shy or awkward around: Anyone she doesn’t know. And she might be crushing on. Person character openly admires: As a friend, its Looker. He’s fucking amazing! Demon cat overlord!!! Person character secretly admires: About every boy/girl/whatever she happens to crush on when she meets them Most important person in character’s life before story starts: no one, she was created in a tube in a lab. After story starts: Soul

[askmyboys]

Asmodeus and Jimmy

First n foremost, I nEED to update this blog more often than I do ugh- but here’s two babs I made based off of sims and there is a trigger warning down there somewhere highlighted in HUGE bold text before it goes any further so please keep it in mind

| Names: Asmodeus Kosmos and Jimmy Vulcan

| Nicknames: Asmo/Kos and Jim/Vul (sometimes Jimmy likes to mess with Asmodeus and calls him momo)

| Genders: Trans FTM

| Sexualities: Asmo is gay while Jimmy is Pan

| Ages: Unknown

| Heights: Asmodeus is 7'5" while Jimmy is 5'3"

| Species/Race: Asmodeus is a demon and Jimmy is a human

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Asmodeus's skin is red and he's pretty muscular and Jimmy is fairly pale and much more chubby

| Eye Colors/Hair Colors: Asmodeus's eyes are pitch black and his hair is also black (hairstyle is: Greaser Style) and Jimmy’s eyes are a Baby Blue color (his hairstyle is really just a Manbun)

| Appearances: Asmodeus wears a Red and Black flannel with a simple black t-shirt underneath, he also wears black ripped jeans and some black multi buckle punk boots, he also has a black collar with some spikes on it he wears as well, and finally he wears some gauges. He has large pointy ears, razor sharp bear trap teeth, and a few scars here and there but nothing too severe it seems, he also has large black claws and some large black devil-esque horns and a black devil style tail (he doesn’t bother disguising himself bc he literally just does not care in the slightest, if he didn’t like the looks of his punk esque clothing he’d even keep his hooves n fur to look even more inhuman)

Jimmy wears a black and white striped suit (the white stripes are v e r y thin) with matching pants as well and some black business shoes, he also has glasses as well not for the look just bc he literally needs them to properly see anything, his outfit isn’t too spectacular or out of the ordinary but he does have a few strange scars on himself and his wrist (before conclusions are jumped too, no, it was not an intended self harm scar, he did do it for an ENTIRELY different reason and you’ll see why soon)  (oh and I almost forgot like a dumbass, Asmo is Trans thanks to his demon magic- he gave himself the body he wanted and Jimmy of course being a human, this was before he even got to meet Asmo anyways got the surgeries/took the T and all he needed and wanted ya know?)

Oh yeah and btw they both have short boxed beards.

| Personalities: Asmodeus isn’t the most… friendly neither to demons nor humans, in fact, he’s actually a cannibal- he’ll eat his own kind but he’ll also eat humans as well, he’s VERY mischievous and loves to cause trouble and pull pranks and terrify people, he’s always hated his own kind and humans both however… There IS one human he actually likes to be around and stick with, which of course at first it wasn’t that way but I’ll explain that in a bit, he’s pretty cold n cruel towards others, he’s often hungry so he feeds himself quite a lot much to a certain human’s dismay bc he’d really rather things lay low n such but lmao that’s not gonna happen fuck that, Asmo does p much what he wants WHEN he wants to and there ain’t a damn thing anybody can do about it- he truly is p much a rebel.

Onto Jimmy… Jimmy is much more kindhearted and sweeter, he’s not exactly the best with people due to a lot of anxiety and social anxiety so usually he doesn’t hang out in large gatherings and such as that, he usually spends a lot of time in his own room playing some games in his free time but usually he’s writing and working on multiple stories, now if it wasn’t obvious enough as it was, Jimmy is the human I was referring to earlier, him and Asmo live together and I’ll explain why in the side facts but for now, Jimmy’s goal is to one day became a famous author even tho he knows dealing with people and crowds will be tricky, he knows it’d be worth it in the end for sure… Absolutely LOVES animals of any kind, dogs, cats, rats, hamsters, etc you name an animal and he loves them so much he’s too scared however of Asmo eating said animals to bring one into the house unfortunately.

Jimmy loves reading as well, he’s an absolute bookworm and I’m not saying this bc he’s a writer or reads or shit like that but he genuinely is a geek, he’s a complete dork but we love him anyway I’m sure after all… Havin’ a problem with Jimmy is a death sentence with Asmodeus around.

(tl;dr: Asmo is cruel, cold, evil essentially and also a cannibal he’ll eat his own demon kind and he’ll even eat human kind, he’s VERY gluttonous so it’s hard to fill him up most of the time he can just never be satisfied, he does care about one and ONLY one human and that of course is Jimmy obviously, nobody touches or bothers Jimmy with Asmo around, he hates other humans and demons alike however, loves causing mischief and mayhem, pulling pranks, and scaring the hell out of people, always hated his own kind

Jimmy however is much more friendlier, kinder and a sweetheart, however his anxieties both social and regular anxiety gets in his way a lot so he can’t handle people and a LOT of situations tbh, he LOVES writing and hopes to one day become a famous author even if he has to deal with people he knows its worth it, loves to read as well, he’s a geek/dork and lovable as ever, 100% LOVE. FOR. ANIMALS. You let this man see a fucking puppy or hell even a baby rat and he will break down in tears bc its so damn cute, he’ll cry even worse if you let him hold a puppy or somethin like that)

| Side Facts: This is gon be a long one now… so woo boy… Jimmy despite sounding like an average normal human being p much, he’s had a very dark secret… Jimmy was actually supposed to be a cult leader at some point, however for reasons unknown that little thing didn’t work out which he is actually relatively relieved of bc truth be told he wanted no part of a cult in the slightest, that didn’t stop him from being curious about demons and such as that however… There was one demon in particular he had heard them mention quite often and it’s yep, you guessed it! Asmodeus Kosmos… His curiosity had admittedly gotten the better of him so he did some research and… 

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(Trigger Warning!!! For blood, ritual esque themes, demon summoning of course annnnd p much him cutting his wrist for said ritual so if that bothers you please don’t read any further into it)

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Jimmy grabbed the supplies he needed, it was pretty basic stuff such as candles, drawing an upside down pentagram, etc- he then grabbed his knife and slit his wrist, letting his blood flow out into a chalice p much and at first he thought this was the worst decision he ever made and besides nothing even happened so now he’s going to have a scar on his wrist and have to deal with lots of blood but before he could even move to go grab a towel, lo and behold… There was a bright red light and then out popped Asmodeus from the pentagram who immediately grabbed the chalice and rather greedily began slurping up the blood inside, after finishing his little… drink… He looked over at Jimmy who was honestly very mortified right about now and p much grinned at him like “Yooo! What did a lil fella like yourself summon a demon like ME for?” Asmo was definitely… shocked like… really? THIS is what summons him? Jimmy looked like any ol regular human! Nothin special! Just another snack!

And that was when Jimmy realized… He didn’t actually know why he summoned this demon, he had no reason other than curiosity and then an even worse realization of this demon is going to be absolutely. Fucking. P i s s e d. He was lowkey freaking out, before he could even think of the proper response, he just blurted out “Uhh… C-Curiosity…?” which made Asmo’s expression drop a lil, it was more so one of confusion than anger “...Ya know, normal demons woulda been pissed but lemme tell ya somethin’ I ain’t no normal demon and I gotta admit… Outta all the human blood I’ve had, yours by far has been the fuckin’ b e s t tastin’ blood e v e r! Dunno what’cha did bud but ya definitely did somethin’ right! Well, for me at least, for you uh well not so much” Asmo definitely made ill intentions clear to Jimmy by flashing some sharp teeth (this is turning into an actual story now shit uh just roll with it and for fucks sake why can I write better when im not even trying to do an actual story?!)

Asmo of course barely gave him any time before walking over and casually grabbing his wrist, he licked the wound clean much to Jimmy’s dismay… Could demon saliva cause an infection? He didn’t exactly want to find out but it was too late now, Asmo didn’t notice the terror humans usually had for him so maybe this guy didn’t read the fine print or somethin’... “Uhh ya do realize like, I’m gonna eat’cha now right? Did you even, like, r e a d the smaller text in the books? Or did they cut that part out just hopin’ some poor soul would get devoured?” before Asmo could take a chunk out of Jimmy he quickly began to speak “Wait! I’ll… I’ll make a deal with you!” Asmo being the lil trickster that he was couldn’t r e s i s t… “Ooh… What kinda deal we talkin’ ‘ere pipsqueak?” Jimmy didn’t even know what he was saying, he just blurted the next few parts “What if I like… Help you? With, uh, the eating thing?” Asmo of course couldn’t believe his ears, he deadpanned “Ya serious? Ya gonna help me, get other humans who are basically gonna become my meal? JUST to protect yourself?” and there was a pause but before Jimmy could rephrase his question it was too late, Asmodeus grabbed his hand and shook it “You my friend have got yaself a dealio! I’ll spare ya, but uh, I expect a meal v e r y soon~” of course, now Jimmy was completely fucked… Now he had to keep this demon fed because a deal was made and he couldn’t break it or else he’d be the one eaten… And of course not to mention breaking a deal with a literal demon is not the best thing to do in any universe…

Over time of course though… Jimmy had actually begun to bond with Asmodeus, despite all the people he devoured over time… Other than his harsh exterior, rude behavior and pranks n scaring others n stuff… Asmodeus has become much nicer and kinder to him… And even opened up more to him, he knows he can’t change Asmodeus’ ways and get him to stop eating others unfortunately but… After all the time these two have spent together, all the chatting, and even all the flirting (mostly Asmo has done that to Jimmy) they have not only become best friends with each other but in fact, maybe there’s something… More going on there. Aka their dating by now, they actually love one another very much and now? Asmo could never e v e r even dream of eating Jimmy, he’s… actually even scared if he grows too hungry around Jimmy he could accidentally hurt the human… And he’d never want that now, he’d rather himself be locked away and chained up than hurt Jimmy and truth be told… Jimmy is the only being that’s ever been actually nice and kind to Asmo, even after basically threatening him at the start and kinda tormenting him with his pranks, his teasing, and scaring he was still so nice and warm towards him… He was also rather pleased to find out that not only was Jimmy not straight but also ayyy Trans Buddies!!!

[jawllines]

please i know blurb requests are closed but PLEASE PLEASE write some witch!harry, i love it, please dear?? that thing about her being clumsy as fuck and spilling potions on her as she entered in harrys witchcraft, mystical shop and he has to do //something// to block the potion, maybe cast a spell, bath her in salty water! Livy pleaseeee!

Letting Y/N into his potion room knowing good and well that she was clumsier than a newborn doe, was probably one of the more riskier and stupid decisions Harry has made, Y/N thinks. Right next to when he tried to stop a fight between to bears, but she’d managed to convince him to let them hash it out on their own. 

She was trying to be careful, she really was! There weren’t any eyeballs in glass jars, or a big black cauldron with two kids inside like she’d let her imagination take her. Instead there were lots of glass bottles with different colored liquids, some bright, some dull, some mossy, nature-like shades and some bright, vibrant colors she couldn’t have dreamed of – all in different glasses and jars. Loads of books, full of spells she assumes, and a few weird looking animals in cages but that’s the extent of the witchery. Mostly it just looks like a cozy place Harry comes to where he happens to mix up magical potions. 

Y/N felt so honored to be let in such a personal spot for Harry, especially when he let her know that apart from Thumper (his pet rabbit) nobody else has been in here. So she was making an effort to be very careful, avoiding every little obstacle that could lead her into ruining a shelf while Harry stood at the door, gauging her reaction to his room from the wonder and awe on her face. 

Everything was fine, until a loud croak came from one of the caged animals (it looked like a bird) and it startles her, hands going for her ears but her elbow knocks into one of the darkly stained wooden platforms and a bottle tips over spilling on her while another knocks to the ground and cracks, and a fizzly liquid is dripping down her legs. Almost immediately she felt a hand on her body, spinning her around and she’s faced with Harry, who’s eyes are wide and she feels like crying, “I’m sorry! God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to –” 

“Shh, shh, m’not worried about that,” he murmurs, looking up and down her body, tutting his tongue when he sees her legs, “You’ve gotten hurt,” he pouts and it’s only then Y/N notices the sting, and the dark droplet of blood dribbling down her leg, “Let’s fix you up.” 

Harry’s ushering her away from the scene while she’s still muttering apologies, but with a small peck to her temple Harry says, “M’just glad you’re alright, Kitten, I don’ care about those. I can always remake potions, I can’t remake you.” 

It makes her heart flutter enough that she’d forgotten that a liquid – a sparkly potion, to be exact – had spilled on her. 

Hell, she hadn’t thought of it until right now. Until she woke up in Harry’s bed, with cat ears and a tail, and she screams loud enough to wake the whole forest. 

Harry snorts awake around a snore, jumping up as his eyes shoot open and his hair is all messy atop of his head. He looks to her, his gaze goes a little wide before he knuckles at his eyes and looks at her again. “Oh dear.” He murmurs. 

“What the hell is this?” She squeaks, standing at the foot of his bed. The room was bright from the sun shining through the windows and the few fairy lights she’d convinced him to string up do well at also illuminating the fact that she indeed had a tail undulating behind her, and ears that keep twitching, “I’ve got – I’m a – what the fuck!” 

“Okay, s’okay, jus’ calm down –” Harry’s voice is soothing but Y/N is far from calm, pacing back and forth across the wooden floors of the tree house (which she’ll never get over how massive it is, and how many rooms he’s built into it and off of it, but that was hardly what she was concerned with right now). 

“How am I s’pposed to calm down Harry, I’ve got a damn tail!” She shouts, but winces away from her own voice, “And it’s so loud, but I don’t know which damn ears to cover.” 

Harry is stumbling out of bed, still sleepy and his shirt is rumpled and sliding off of his shoulder as he walks over to her. Y/N isn’t sure what he’s doing when he loops his fingers around the tail, but he gives a sharp tug that makes her squawk before standing back to look at her fully. “Wow s’really on there, huh?” He murmurs, reaching for the ears and scratching behind them, “You’re kinda cute as a kitty.” 

And Y/N is mad and freaking out no doubt, but there is something so pacifying about how he touches her and how he speaks, that she doesn’t snap at him. Actually she feels the tense in her muscles releasing bit by bit, shoulders slowly slouching and her eyes flutter some, “You’re weirdly calm about this.” She grumbles, peeking up at him and he’s staring at her fondly, a small smile gracing his amaranth colored mouth. 

“S’cos I know how to fix it,” he murmurs in response, letting his fingers tickle down from her ears to either side of her head, massaging her scalp thoroughly and it feels so nice. So nice, in fact, that Y/N purrs, but before she has time to freak the hell out about that Harry shushes her before cooing, “Gosh, Pet, you’re adorable.” 

“Stop,” she whines at him, “Fix me please.” 

Harry scrunches his nose, “Ahh, I guess, but I can’t say m’not g’na have you try this again.” He hums, the pad of his thumb swiping over her bitten bottom lip, “Okay, meet me in the bathroom Pet, n’disrobe and fill up the tub. I gotta go get some things.” 

So Y/N ambles her way into the bathroom, stares at herself for about thirty seconds before finally deciding to just take her clothes off and pulling her hair back (avoiding the ears. . they were really wigging her out). Nothing else had changed much besides the obvious, but she was still a little jittery about getting naked. This wouldn’t be the first time Harry’s seeing her like this, but the first time had been an accident and he wouldn’t look her in the eyes for a week after. It’s safe to say she isn’t entirely sure of what the outcome might be from this, as she climbs into the tub full of warm water and sinks into it. The edge of the bath comes to her shoulders, which is nice she thinks, so the water sloshes around her breasts when she turns it off.  

Harry comes in about five minutes later with his hands full of bottles Y/N doesn’t know what’s in, and a wash cloth. She catches his eyes looking over her body in the tub before they dart away and he clears his throat, “Okay, so this is going to require me to some extent, if that’s okay with you. I’ve got to lather some stuff on you and – well, I’ve got to see you naked and touch you a lot, and –” 

“It’s fine Harry, promise,” she murmurs, “Just change me back.” 

Harry nods, sinking to his knees and setting everything on the ground. First he take a bottle full of some iridescent fluid and pours it into the water, and Y/N watches with wide eyes as it begins to make the water bubble lit its boiling. She looks over to him, “Are you trying to cook me?” 

A warm laugh draws from Harry as he pours another bottle into the tub with her, this a thick, glossy violet shade, “No, no – if I were, I’d surely stuff you full of food like a proper witch might.” He grins, before pouring another liquid from the last bottle only this time into his hands, rubbing his palms together and scooting closer on his knees, “Okay, Pet,” he clears his throat, “Uh give me your arms.” 

Y/N half expects something terribly grand to happen as Harry starts lathering her arms with the thick, sea foam colored fluid. It smells like a garden had been infused in it, with fresh lilac and lavender-y scents. He is careful and deliberate in how he does it -- like there might be some sort of science to it; working it into her shoulders, down her sides until his hands touch at the water. Then he gets more, asks for her legs and does just the same. 

It’s when he gets to her torso that he pauses, looking up at her with soft jade eyes like he might be asking for permission. Nodding, Y/N shuffles so its easier for him to reach her stomach, drawing her shoulders back so that it’s easier for him to get at her breasts too. Noticeably gulping, Harry starts from her belly and works his way up, cupping around the swell of her tits and running his thumb over her nipple (that flickers back in place afterwards). Honestly, Y/N doesn’t know how this is going to change her back but she doesn’t mind this bit at all -- it even ruptures a noise she’s never made before from the depths of her chest, and it startles the both of them. Enough so that Harry’s hands stop mid knead of her breasts and Y/N is staring at him with a puzzled gaze. 

“Did you just --” Harry starts, moving to sit on his knees, “You just purred for me, didn’t you?” 

“I -- I guess? I didn’t mean to it just. . .” she trails off, embarrassed by it. Just because she’s got the properties for the animal doesn’t mean she needs to start acting like it. 

Harry doesn’t let her look away though, because as soon as she does he slides his hand up her throat so that she tilts her face up, “None of tha’, Pet, was proper cute it was. Making it hard to keep this PG.” He shifts closer to the tub when she tries to catch a glimpse of what he might mean, before his hand falls away from her, “On your knees then, need’a get at your bum, if that’s alright.”

She slings herself over the edge of the tub, droplets of water dripping down from her fingertips and onto the floor beneath them. Though Harry soon positions her differently -- takes her by the forearms and moves them onto his shoulders, “I’ve got to touch your -- your tail, Love, so bear with me, okay?” 

Though she nods, she isn’t fully listening. Distracted by how close Harry is to her face, and how is eyes are so pretty, and glassy, and they make her feel all mushy inside. Especially when they’re filled with so much warmth before he’s leaning to hook his chin over her shoulder, sliding his hands down her back and over her bum, rubbing over in circles before grabbing at the base of the tail and squeezing tightly. 

“Ah!” She yelps, jerking but Harry holds strong, “Let go, that hurts.”  

“Just a tick longer, Pet, m’sorry.” He promises. 

Y/N grumbles, “M’never going into your potion room again.” 

With another soft, warm laugh Harry lets go of her and places his hands at her hips to urge her back down into the water. Washes off whatever that stuff was before presenting her with the biggest, fluffiest towel she’s ever seen in her life. He wraps it snugly around her, guiding her shivering body back to the bedroom (it’d been raining and a small cold front was brought along with it). Gives her one of his big long sleeves to shrug on and a pair of boxers that he strategically cut a hole out of, and helped her pull the tail through it. 

All in all the rest of the day turns out to be quite normal. Thumper was eyeing her cautiously and Harry was suggesting tuna salad for lunch and salmon for supper, but otherwise by the end of the night she was tucked into his side like any other. 

“M’sorry I accidentally turned you into a cat.” He apologizes, but Y/N leans forward and kisses him on the cheek, making him turn a rosy red. 

“It’s okay.” And it was, really, Y/N isn’t as upset as she had been this morning because technically this was her fault for being a clumsy mess and dating a witch on top of that. 

She wouldn’t have it any other way though. 

[soldierstark]

The Makeup Challenge | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description / Request: After not posting a video for a while on her Youtube channel, the reader decides to film a challenge with her newfound friend Cole Sprouse. Her very, attractive, famous, friend.

Word Count: 1593

“Yo hoes,” I greeted winking at the camera a few feet in front of me. “It’s been a while. What’s up?” I paused for moment pretending someone was answering back. “Nice. Anyways I’m here today with a very special guest and you’ll never guess who it is.”

I looked over at the other side of the room which was out of camera shot. “That’s your cue,” I said monotonously shaking Cole out of his reverie. He ran and jumped onto my bed which is what we decided to sit on for my video.

Cole grabbed my face and pressed our cheeks together flashing a heart stopping smile at the camera. “Hi everyone. I’m Dylan Sprouse and you’re watching Disney Channel.”

I pushed him away and giggled. “No but seriously, I’m here with Cole Mitchell Sprouse. Not Dylan as you can probably tell by the hair. And today we’re going to be doing to makeup challenge!”

“Wooooo,” Cole cheered mockingly.

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, we still haven’t decided who’s going to do whose makeup yet soooo,” I trailed of looking at Cole.

He shrugged his shoulders. “We could flip a coin or something.”

I nodded my head. “Seems fair.” I stood up off of my bed and went over to my dresser. I started digging around my wallet until I found a nickel.

I sat back down on the bed and held up the coin so the camera could see it. “I couldn’t find a quarter but here’s a nickel that counts.” I looked over at Cole who was watching me intently with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied shaking his head. “If it lands on tails I’ll beat your face.” He looked into the camera. “Not that kind of beat guys.”

I laughed and flipped the coin. “Heads. So today I’ll be beating Cole’s face. Warning to those of you who are actually good at makeup, this video will trigger you. You’ll see in a second why I never do my own makeup for events.”

Cole and I turned so we were sitting crisscross applesauce, facing each other. “Now there’s not really much to fix here as Cole is already gorgeous as hell, so we’re just doing this for the heck of it.”

I stared intently at Cole’s face trying to figure out what I was going to do. I noticed his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. “Aw he’s blushing how cute.”

“I’m only blushing because you’re staring at my face like you’re going to eat it!” Cole said defensively, his voice raising an octave.

I gasped. “I was not! Whatever, so we’re going to start out with some concealer under Cole’s eyes because I don’t actually have foundation. And primer, never heard of her.”

I took the applicator and dabbed the concealer under Cole’s eyes. “I would like to point out how (Y/N) isn’t even using brushes,” Cole announced as I rubbed the concealer in with my fingers.

“Do you want me to poke you in the eye,” I said looking up at him. He shook his head no. “Thought so,” I laughed.

I leaned away from Cole and grabbed some pressed powder and a brush. “Now we’re going to cover his face in this stuff.”

I moved closer to him and started sweeping the brush all over his face. He closed his eyes and smiled contently, enjoying the feeling of the soft brush on his face probably. “You know, everyone who’s watching this is probably wondering how you know me,” I said moving on to mascara.

“Well,” Cole started. “Once upon a time I was stupid and woke up late for my panel at Vidcon. I was running around the convention center like a crazy person when I ran into (Y/N).”

I stopped doing his mascara and looked into the camera. “And when he says he ran into me, he means that literally. I saw spots because I hit my head so hard on the ground,” I added with a laugh.

“And that’s the story of how (Y/N) met me, and got her first and only concussion,” Cole concluded smiling at the camera. “She wasn’t even happy to see me.”

I grabbed his face and turned it so I could finish his mascara. “Did you expect me to be?” I asked confused.

“Well, yea,” he replied shyly. “I don’t know, it’s just that ever since I can remember, anytime I ran into a girl, even boys sometimes, they’d always get really excited and grin like maniacs.”

I snorted. “That’s because you and your identical twin are celebrity’s dumbass. Here, close your eyes so I can put some eyeshadow on you.”

Cole complied and pouted. “Then why weren’t you exited to meet me?”

“Well you did give me a concussion for starters,” I said bluntly.

Cole opened his light blue eyes and stared straight into mine with a raised eyebrow. “And?” he asked sounding intrigued.

I sighed and put down the eyeshadow and brush. “I thought you were a prick,” I answered shrugging my shoulders.

“What?” he screeched in a high pitched voice.  “Why?”

“Key word Cole, thought,” I said emphasizing the last syllable. “You’ve been a celebrity since you were what 13 years old? I figured anyone who had a god like status for as long as you have would be a condescending dick to us mortals.”

Cole scoffed though I could tell he was fighting back a smile. “I would never be so quick to judge a person like that.”

“Oh really,” I said suspiciously quirking an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that when we first met, you didn’t make any snap judgements about me?”

Cole’s cheeks went pink and diverted his gaze away from me. “I didn’t say that.”

“What were they?” I asked, once again bringing his face towards me. I uncapped some chap-stick and started smearing it on his lips, my heartbeat steadily increasing at our close proximity.

“I don’t want to say,” he mumbled after I finished applying the chap-stick.

I looked behind me on the bed and grabbed my supplies for eyebrows.  “Why not,” I said looking back at him. “You have to tell me now.” I sat up on my knees and moved closer so that his eyebrow were at my nose level.

“No I don’t,” he argued. I could feel his breath on my neck, making me shiver slightly. I tried to keep my focus on his eyebrows but man was I struggling.

“Yes you do Cole. I told you what I thought about you! It’s only fair,” I explained sitting back on my heels.

“It’s not that important. It wasn’t bad or anything (Y/N).”

I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled smugly. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither of us moving an inch. That includes blinking.

“Fine,” Cole conceded in defeat. I cheered and clapped my hands together in excitement.

He let out a sigh and brushed a piece of his dyed black hair out of his face. “I just, thought you were really pretty. I still do but, when I looked down and saw you on the floor clutching your head, I was kinda… shocked.”

I grinned and didn’t even try to hide the pink tinge in my cheeks. “Really?”

“Yea,” Cole sighed looking me in the eye. “That’s why I was so quiet, well, quieter when we first became friends. You made me nervous. I thought you’d be a little bit stuck up and proper, but you’re the complete opposite of that.”

Hearing him say this gave me an odd feeling in my chest. I’ve had it before, and I knew what it meant, but I didn’t know if I wanted to face up to it. Though as it turns out I didn’t have too.

Cole brought his hand up to the back of my neck and brought his lips down to mine tentatively. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck, drawing him closer to me.

His lips were soft and warm against mine, I felt thousands of emotions exploding in my chest. Cole snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me against him electing a low moan from me. I ran my fingers through his hair pressing his lips even harder onto mine. We were like two pieces of a puzzle that had just been put together.

I lost my balance on the unevenness of my bed and fell onto my back, subsequently dragging Cole down with me. I could feel his toned chest press against mine as we continued to kiss.    I bit his lip playfully and earned a low groan from him. This felt amazing and I couldn’t remember a kiss ever feeling this way.

That’s when I realized what we were doing. I pushed Cole off of me and sat up straight with a gasp. “The camera!” I screeched and covered my mouth with my hand.

Cole sat up as well and moved so he was next to me. I almost laughed out loud at his hair which was now completely disheveled. That paired with the sub-par makeup look I gave him. “Oh crap it’s still filming isn’t it?”

I stood up off of my bed and went to turn it off. “Looks like we’re going to have to do this again tomorrow.”

I could see Cole waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way from where I was standing. “The makeup challenge dumbass,” I said rolling my eyes playfully. “But that too.”

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