#i am back temporarily heehee

[unhappy-sometimes]

i always feel kinda weird when there’s christmas in an anime because it means there was an Anime Jesus Who Died For Our Anime Sins and that feels borederline sacreligious

[chirp-a-chirp]

Flickering Light

Fandom: Ikemen Prince • Character Pairing: Leon Dompteur X OC (OC Named Carla) • Other Characters: Gilbert Von Obsidian, Chevalier Michel • Tags: Established Relationship; Angst; Hurt and Comfort; Angst and Feels; Memory Flashbacks (if stories featuring physical fights/abuse trigger you, don’t read); PTSD; references of slavery and refugees; Leon route spoilers • Word Count: ~2950

Synopsis: The Sunshine prince battles darkness in Obsidian with the help of his fiancé Carla. A crumbling tower triggers childhood flashbacks for Leon he’s tried to forget.

Alternate Synopsis: With the amount of trauma associated with Leon’s childhood, coupled with an inability to discuss it out loud due to circumstance and *insert hero archetype tendencies to not easily admit weakness*, I’m convinced Leon would have some significant PTSD. And memories he’s suppressed. This is a story about how he might deal with that with a loved one.

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“A rather bold request. I’d expect nothing less from his lioness.”  

Leon’s arm wrapped protectively around Carla at Gilbert’s needling. She and Leon, along with Yves and King Chevalier, were in an audience room within the Obsidian Castle, serving in Rholodite’s delegation finalizing a cooperative agreement with the nation of soldiers and steel. Carla stared unblinkingly back at the world-wide disaster. “Not really. Rhodolite is about to enter a peace agreement with Obsidian. That agreement is with the country, not just you.”

“But I am Obsidian.” Gilbert tapped his ebony cane on the floor to emphasize his point. “And so are you, little cub. You’re as much Obsidian as the half-mast mongrel there.” Gilbert did not bother to contain his disdain of Yves, whose cheeks flushed irritably. 

“Hey, leave my fiancé’s mother and Yves out of this. Your conversation is with me.”  Leon shot a challenging glance at Gilbert. “And by the way, it’s Carla. My fiancé’s name is Carla. Not little cub.”  

“Ah, so Rhodolite’s lion marks his territory.” The corner of Gilbert’s mouth quirked in amusement. “No need to roar at me.” 

“I can’t really help it. She’s like the sun that I stand beneath.” Leon asserted with pride, the tension in the room lifting temporarily as he looked fondly at Carla. He turned back to Gilbert, his voice warm but with a firm edge. “So, of course I’m gonna have an opinion on how you speak with her.”

“She’d have to stand on a pretty large chair to stand beneath her. Heehee.” Yves bristled at Gilbert’s words. Carla squeezed Leon’s hand reassuringly, refusing to appear ruffled.

“Our agreement allows Rhodolite to visit medical and military facilities. I don’t see how Leon and I touring your southern regions contradicts that agreement.” Carla was taking a risk in asking, but another opportunity to freely explore Obsidian—including areas near the underground network she led for refugees escaping into Rhodolite—would not happen again soon.  

“Access goes through me. Paths to freedom are available because I allow them to be. Including those near the border.” A crimson eye narrowed slightly. “Things can always be worse. Networks…vanish.” Gilbert grinned, as if he hadn’t just hinted at knowing Carla’s secret.   

Who does Rhodolite belong to—the people that live there, those that wish to live there, or both?  That one question from Carla before they had become a couple had expanded Leon’s perspective. And without kingly trappings ensnaring him, Leon felt emboldened to lean into that perspective through unofficial channels. Including the underground network he now helped Carla maintain. The fact that Chevalier, who sat at a nearby table surrounded by paperwork, had not interrupted thus far gave tacit leeway for Leon to continue. “The agreement is between our peoples. As such, Carla and I should get to know your people. Including those outside the Castle. We can’t exactly do that cooped up here.” 

“And what is more important? Me or the people?” 

“The people.” Carla and Leon spoke in unison.   

“A pair as pure as ever. I just might puke.” Gilbert smirked. “A pity you wear black Prince Leon. White suits you and the little cub—ahem, I mean Lady Carla—more. Certainly, more than him.” Gilbert inclined his head towards Chevalier. “I see why you two gravitate towards one another.”

“We are like candles, each lighting the other.” Carla’s voice softened for the first time since talking with Gilbert. Leon’s hand curled towards her waist, pulling her close. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” Leon whispered.     

“Ridiculous.” A deep sigh penetrated the air. “Can we get on with negotiations?” Chevalier lifted his eyes from the stack of papers.      

“Your beastly king censures you.” Gilbert sneered, tossing a rolled-up piece of parchment in Leon’s direction. “Here’s the map of our southern lands. And passes granting permission to travel there. I’m sure you’re both eager to get going.”

“Just like that?” Leon lifted an eyebrow, catching the parchment. 

“I have more fun things to play with here.” Gilbert gestured to Chevalier and Yves in poorly concealed amusement. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he offered a final comment to Leon. “But remember this: Obsidian is a land known for darkness—even the brightest candles can burn out from what they see.” 

…

A week had passed since Carla and Leon’s meeting with Prince Gilbert. They were well-beyond the neat and orderly confines of the capital. Towns and villages were scattered across the increasingly barren landscape, with poorly maintained roads connecting them. 

The pair traveled by foot on a dusty trail, a smattering of gnarled trees dotting one side of the trail. The path meandered over mostly open land, littered with dead brush and dry grasses matted down from perpetual wind. Carla opened the map as they trekked along, head buried in the folds of paper. With a sudden THUMP, Carla found herself walking straight into the broad back of Leon. 

“Oomph!” Carla rubbed her nose and took a step back. She folded the map, placing it in her travel pack. “You OK?” 

Leon stood silently in the middle of the trail, a solemn gravity emanating from him. His expression was faraway and dark. 

“Is anyone there?”

A tiny hand reached towards the sky. Blistered fingers grasped at the emptiness around him before curling into his dirty palm. His hand fell to his side, brushing against the immoveable boulder he was tasked to transport to the Lord’s tower. The boy’s back flinched in anticipation of the abuse his handler would reap for not moving the rock in time.    

“No,” the boy murmured. “Like that’s gonna happen.” A part of him wanted to scream, but why bother. 

The boy’s world tumbled into darkness. He would always be lost. Trapped. Alone. A piercing voice broke his train of thought, causing him to whip his head around.

“Leon?!”

Warm fingers grasped Leon’s hand, squeezing tightly. The faded blur of that childhood memory scattered as Carla’s fingers twined with his, anchoring him to the present. The heavy, bleaker emotions associated with the memory lingered still—clear, distinct, and real.   

Carla’s eyes followed Leon as he stared intensely at the horizon. In the distance stood a dilapidated tower, crumbling with age and decay. Several sections of the tower were missing, sooty stones tossed about the ground. 

“That tower. I’ve…I’ve been there before.” Leon’s voice was quiet, barely a whisper that faded into the wind.  

Carla’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They were in a part of Obsidian neither had explored previously in their rescue missions. Most Rhodolite royalty had not been in Obsidian for non-war or espionage related activities for years. There was no way in which Leon could have been near this place before, unless…

Unless as a child. A slave. Carla’s eyes widened, comprehension dawning in rapid alarm. Leon’s jaw clenched, tightly ticking in a subconscious attempt to swallow the emotions burning inside. She turned her body, placing herself in front of Leon as if she could block the barrage of horrendous thoughts assaulting him.  

“Leon? Leon!”

He did not hear her. Leon’s body stiffened, his free hand clinching the hem of his traveling cloak to the point that his knuckles turned white. The little boy in rags reaching towards the sky was a memory Leon’s heart refused to let go. It was an incomplete memory—one that had battered him inside for years even as he tried to shut it out. But with the tower in sight, Leon now recalled more. His eyes were distant, as if watching a scene only visible to him.  

“BOY!”

His handler came rushing from the work site, face ruddy, shaking with fury. The workman did not call him by name. A name implied worth and meaning. The boy had none. The boy tried to fix an impassive mask on his features. 

“I’m almost done. See? See!” The boy barely suppressed the rising warble in his voice. 

Don’t show fear. Don’t show weakness. Don’t feel it. Don’t. Don’t.  

The boy pushed with all his might against the boulder, his shoulders and back scraping painfully against hardened jagged edges. The rock, as if mocking him, moved a scant few inches forward before lurching back to its original spot.  

“I see.” His handler rasped, eyes gleaming. “I see a need for motivation.” A massive fist came barreling from the sky. 

Don’t cry out. That’ll make things worse. So, so much worse.     

The boy crouched in a ball, hands covering his face in a feeble attempt to block the blow.

“Leon! Talk to me. Please.”

Carla’s voice was distant, echoing in the far reaches of Leon’s mind. Leon was crouched up against a tree, one of his hands gripping the roots of his hair. Where was he? How did he get here? He shrank into a tighter coil, bracing against an invisible threat. Leon’s golden eyes were dilated, nearly replaced with orbs of black.

“We walked away from the tower. You’re on the outskirts of a nearby forest. You’re safe.” With difficulty, Carla got Leon to a sitting position on the ground, his back leaning against the tree. His shoulders remained hunched, as if trying to make himself a smaller target.   

This…this was not her Leon. Present Leon Carla corrected to herself. The charismatic hero with a ready smile carried hidden darkness that dwelled deep in his mind. She had seen similar scenes play out before with others she had rescued from Obsidian. The most innocuous objects—teapots, riding crops, a lady’s red hat—could induce terror, pull people into harrowing pasts. Carla mentally added crumbling towers to clear blue skies, raw hide whips, and the smell of pine bark as triggers for Leon. 

Carla lowered herself so that she straddled Leon’s lap, her eyes the same level as his. Carla’s hands framed both sides of his face, stilling his movements so that all Leon saw was her. Leon blinked repeatedly, his shallow breathing eventually slowing, his glazed stare re-centering towards his beloved.   

“Carla…”

Her name fell from his lips, half despair, half hope. Not wanting to sink deeper into darkness, Leon reached out and crushed Carla to him. He wanted to drown in her, soak into her being. His hands grasped at her curves, seeking comfort and safety.   

Trauma. It was more visible to Carla than usual. Leon’s anguish was painful to witness. Leon claimed he felt nothing when he reflected on his pre-palace childhood. But Carla had never truly believed he was as numb to those experiences as he acted. His eyes had always clouded over, shadows flickering, with each person she and he helped through their underground network. Especially children. The mightier the hero, the greater the fall. Carla’s eyes watered as she sniffled loudly. Leon stopped his movements, his eyes widening at her expression. 

“Leon…” She pressed her lips against his shoulder, caressing a scar so faded it was nearly invisible. Her hands grazed the contours of his upper back, fingers tracing muscles previously lanced with marks of a whip. “I’m here sweetheart.” 

Emotions beyond language’s ability to express them filled Leon as he clung to her. Carla could feel the thrum of Leon’s pulse against her skin, her lips connected to him in an act as spiritual as it was physical. Her presence was life giving—to the prince he was now and the boy he was then. Carla sighed softly and leaned slightly back. She wrapped her fingers through Leon’s wind-blown locks, attempting to coax him. “Do you want to talk?”

“Of course. It’s you.” 

There was sincerity in Leon’s words. “Don’t worry about me. I was just thinking earlier. That’s all.” His voice was casual, nearly dismissive. Dismissive of himself and the need to unburden his mind. 

“I’m your fiancé. It’s my job to worry about you. You don’t do it enough yourself.” 

The rebuttal that flitted to Leon’s lips vanished under the directness of her gaze. His eyes wavered with emotion. “I’m sorr—”

“If you say I’m sorry for the gift of knowing you—ALL of you—I’m going to have words.” Carla’s vivid blue eyes pierced straight into his soul. A wounded soul that did not know whether it was safe to reveal itself yet. “Your heart cries out even if your eyes don’t.”

Don’t cry out. It’ll be over soon.

The boy uttered not a sound, even as clinched fists and hardened boots collided against his arms and aching ribs. His handler had done this before. He knew it would happen again.

Nothing. He willed himself to feel nothing.      

“You hold back. Stop carrying that weight. Let it out.” Leon flinched reflexively as fingers grazed his ribs. But these touches were light, soothing, did not batter and bash. They lingered on him, as if trying to lance away the pain he held onto.  

Pain. He learned to live with it. Numbness and resilience intersecting into a blur. A blur that had him drowning on dry land. But now he sought air.

Leon let out a shaky breath. “I…I was here.” Another breath. “I looked at the sky. I couldn’t move a rock.” Another breath. “And then…fists came down.” 

Love—an emotion so sweet yet fragile. Something to protect and be protective over. Driven by the force of that emotion, Carla threw her arms around Leon, cradling his head to her as he shook uncontrollably. 

He felt everything. Everything he had suppressed most of his life. Words tumbled out of him, nightmarish memories crowding his mind as rapid fire as fists from the sky. 

“Please. Please. PLEASE. STOP!”

He screamed—for all the times he had not. 

“STOP!” Leon screamed repeatedly into Carla’s shoulder, raw, sharply piercing. The roar of a wounded beast and a terrified boy tangled into one. Leon winced repeatedly, as if struck by repeated blows. Carla curled herself around him, clinging tightly over him, her body shielding him from his handler, the looming tower, everything. He shuddered for what seemed like an eternity, gasping for breath, voice cracking. “STOP…stop…please.” 

And then, startling silence. 

The boy laid down in the mud. The air was empty, devoid of the faintest warmth. The taste of iron trickled down his cheek from a gash near his temple. His handler was gone, having made his point. 

Ache. His body ached. His heart throbbed, whether with pain or resignation he did not know. A loneliness surrounded him that ached even more. 

Another slave, trained in rudimentary medics, eventually came by to treat the boy’s wounds. The boy remained face down in the mud, barely moving.  

“Some people scream so loud anyone can hear’em. Wail like babies even.”  A glob of ointment, thick and gloopy, was roughly rubbed on the boy’s shoulders. “You kid? You scream in silence.”

To know another’s pain, to be allowed to see it and witness its vulnerability was a humbling experience. The air was still, as if recognizing the significance of the moment.

“It’s not OK what happened to you. All of it.” 

A painful pressure squeezed the breath from Leon’s lungs and then released at Carla’s words. He had never heard that—an acknowledgement of what he went through, the wrongness of it all. His brothers now knew of his past, but it was never spoken of—a buried truth, an unofficial price for maintaining his status as fourth prince. The silence of it all was too much. 

The boy was too tired to scream. 

And yet. A faint flicker within his heart refused to die out.

 He lifted his head from the mud.   

“If I were in trouble, what would you do?” The words were barely audible, mumbled into Carla’s shoulder. Leon slowly raised his head. I don’t need fixing his golden eyes seemed to plead; I need…I need…

“I’d help you.”

Understanding. “Regardless of who I am?” He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but the words escaped him.  

“I love you. All of you: past and present; pauper and prince; perfect and pained.” Her voice flowed with understanding and affection. “You speak as if the boy you were before should be gone, forever erased. The echo of him remains, buried inside, guiding you. And I am grateful that boy is still there wanting to be seen and heard.”

Carla cupped a hand to Leon’s cheek, gently encouraging him to look at her. “That boy has made you who you are. You are a man who has witnessed darkness but carries light for Rhodolite. You have walked out of fire but come back with water for those that are still in flames, seeking help within our underground network. You show compassion because that boy knows what is like to have had none.” 

Her words seeped into his being. Love touched every fractured piece of Leon, mending him back together. “So yes, I’d help you. Because I adore you. And because you’ve looked pain in the eye, and you’ve stared back with love—love for your country, your brothers, your people.”

“And you.” Leon was filled with searing warmth. “Especially you. More than anything.” Amber eyes radiated hope again. 

“I would hope so, considering we’re engaged.” Carla smiled slightly. 

His heart squeezed at her teasing words. “You move me so much Carla, it’s almost absurd.” He clasped her to his chest, squeezing tight. “Thank you.”

A hand reached for the sky. 

Is anyone there? 

“You’re not alone.” Carla’s hand was steady as Leon reached for it. Her fingers grasped his, twining together. An unspoken promise to never let go. 

“We are candles, each lighting the other.” Carla repeated the words she had spoken to Gilbert. “And I will light your way through the dark.”

[mockerycrow]

Hello! Hope your day is going good! I would like to request a ‘who would you ship me with’ for the CoD guys if they’re still open.

I am a tattoo artist with a big passion for art in general. I spend most of my time working but I like to craft and garden in my spare time.

One of my favourite things to do it go for long walks and look for cool things like bones and edible plants and herbs (I’m a bit of a hippy heehee).

In terms of personality I like to think I’m very laid back but I am stressed all the time, that being said I wouldn’t necessarily call myself high-strung. I try really hard to be kind and see the best even when it can be a struggle. I also am always joking around I LIVE to make people laugh and feel good :)

Despite my stress I’ve been described as a very calming and fun person to be around. I carry myself in a very professional and formal manner around those I don’t know, which can seem a little off putting at first. I am a big history buff with special interest in the Victorian era so it bled into my daily life and I literally walk around like a fancy Victorian lady with ‘Disney princess hands’.

Appearance isn’t very important but it is fun! I am just over average height and chubby, with olive skin and lots of tattoos. I have a more alternative look that’s been described as a kindergarten teacher at a school for forest witches, so I guess like a hippy goth haha!

Anyways, I appreciate your time, thank you! ❤️✨

I ship you with…

Simon “Ghost” Riley!

These are temporarily closed. I am answering the ones I had in my inbox from when I opened them last time. Please do not request one right now. Thank you.

I ship you with Ghost! I imagine he met you through you being a tattoo artist, as he adorns several tattoos of his own.

I think he would appreciate your lifestyle; he also works a lot and he wouldn’t want an S/O who doesn’t understand that he would be away a lot.

I think your hobbies would be interesting to him; he wouldn’t exactly understand the bone collection and I think he would be blunt about it.

He watches you garden your plants and one day, you’re sick for a good few days and realize you didn’t take care of your garden; you rush out there and find out everything has been taken care of for you.

Ghost is also a constantly stressed person, so he understands your struggle.

He appreciates that you aren’t strung up all the time.

Ghost tells you his dad-like jokes, including his military ones after he finds out you like to make people laugh.

I imagine Ghost has been with the military so long that he forgets not everyone will laugh at his “half a dog” joke.

Ghost really likes how you are calm. Like Price, I imagine if Ghost wanted an s/o, they need to be the calm outside of the chaos he lives in everyday.

He doesn’t mind your style, in fact he secretly loves it because you’re happy with it.

He quietly listens to your history facts and I can see him exchanging his history facts of his own; not of the same subject, though.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Period

Inumaki Toge x AFAB!GN!Reader

summary: reader is having a bad period, and toge is there to comfort them. very fluffy heehee

word count: 2051

a/n: hi bestiesss, I wrote this because my period hit me like a hell storm and I needed some mfn COMFORT T.T anywho, I hope you enjoy! if you like this and would like to become part of my Toge taglist or my JJK taglist as a whole, let me know via reply, reblog, ask (just make sure you turn anon off so I can see your name lol) or DM! all my love to fellow uterus owners because this shit ain’t for the weak

I check the time. 3:00 p.m.

I’ve been awake since 7:30 a.m. and I’ve only gotten out of bed twice. I’m trying to keep my breathing slow, but it doesn’t stop the pain. A knock on the door, and then a text. From Toge:

“You can come in!” I shout, and he slowly opens the door, his face laced with concern when he sees me. He closes the door behind him, and walks over to my bed. When he sits, I gasp, the bed’s movement sending a jolt of pain through my body. I cry out, “Ah!—” Toge’s eyes widen, and he gets up.

“No, you’re fine, sorry — you didn’t do anything.” He sits back down more carefully, then motions to my state, and raises his brows. What happened? I laugh through the pain. I get why he’s looking at me like I’m dying. “I’m on my period, but the ibuprofen I have isn’t working, and I can’t take acetaminophen. It hurts so bad that I’m nauseous, and dizzy. I feel like my stomach is exploding, like my uterus is being stabbed over and over again, and like I’m gonna shit myself.”

He nods in understanding, then signs eat. “Mustard leaf?” I shake my head.

“No, and if I do eat anything I’m worried I might puke it back up. I just… need stronger ibuprofen and some water. Maybe a granola bar, or something, so I’m not taking it on an empty stomach.”

He looks down slightly and puts his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly. “Spicy Cod Roe.” I feel myself heat up, and not because of my being covered in blankets. His eyes meet mine for half a second and I have to look away, flustered by such a simple gesture.

He slips his other hand into his pocket and grabs his phone out, typing something in his notes. “Tuna.” He shows me.

“Uh, a heating pack for sure, maybe some dark chocolate and some musubi for when I’m not nauseous anymore, and aloe juice, if they have any of the good stuff.” I answer, then think. “Ummm… I have plenty of pads and tampons, so I don’t need those… Do you want money? I can grab some from my wallet.” I offer, but he vehemently shakes his head. He squeezes my thigh a little bit, then lets go. Don’t move. He gets up, points his thumb over his shoulder, and waves goodbye. “Thanks, Toge!” I call after him as he closes my door, but I’m not sure if he heard me, so I text him.

I audibly gasp, my already flustered body now turning on fire. He said I was beautiful? How do I respond to that? What does he mean it as? I lay there, frozen, but drop my phone on my face when another stabbing pain rips its way through my stomach. I groan, clenching my stomach muscles to try and force my focus on something other than the constant ache and brief moments of extreme pain I feel.

I want to cry. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and it’s everything I can do to keep my lip from quivering because of how bad it is. Another wave of nausea rolls over me, and I hold my breath to lessen the want to puke. My phone vibrates again.

I gasp and hiss as another shooting pain scores up and down my body, this time spreading to my feet. “Ow!” I whimper, the tears I was holding back leaking down my face as my body goes rigid temporarily from the overwhelm. For a second, I think I really am going to throw up this time, but the urge calms itself when I hear the door open and click closed, and see Toge again. “Kelp.” He greets quietly.

I smile tiredly, and he sets the bag down on my nightstand, sitting on the bed and examining my face. He reaches out tentatively, using his thumb to wipe the tears under my eyes, his eyebrows knitting together. “I’m fine, it just… hurts really bad.” His eyes focus on mine, and he sighs, pulling out the different items from the bag. He offers me a hand, using his other arm to support my back as he pulls me into a sitting position.

He unscrews the lid on the ibuprofen and shakes out two, then unscrews the lid on the aloe juice. He offers me the pills, so I daintily grab them from his hand — a white hot sensation as I touch his palm with my fingers — and pop them in my mouth. He holds the drink up to my lips for me, coaxing me to tilt my head back. I take a sip to get the medicine down and I groan as he helps me lay back down. “Thank you, Toge.”

My eyelids are heavy, but as long as it feels like I’m being shredded to pieces, I can’t sleep yet. Toge stands, plugging in the heating pack to the wall and pulling up the covers so I can put it on my stomach, then looks from me, to the bag, to the door, and takes one step toward the door after nodding his head. I reach out my hand for him. It’s a rare moment where I don’t have to say anything for him to know exactly what I mean. Stay?

He nods, climbing over me to lay on the other side of my bed and slipping under the covers. I grunt a little, the shaking of the bed making my stomach churn a bit. It’s soon replaced by a held breath when he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him, and nuzzling his face into my neck. He must have pulled his collar down, because I can feel his nose, his breath, and the outer edge of his lips right along my shoulder. I sigh, semi-nervous, but also too tired to care too much.

I yawn. “You should… do this more often. If you want.” He responds by pulling me tighter, and I can feel the curl of his lips as he smiles against me. I smile too, in spite of my uterus trying extra hard to kill me this month. I relax into his hold, sighing once again. “You’re warm, Toge.” I say, wiggling myself to get just a bit closer to him. We can’t be close enough, it seems.

He hums, and grabs his phone again. He types and shows me:

My smile grows from ear to ear, and I must be glowing, because he laughs quietly. I don’t have to see him to know his dimples are on full display, all because of me. His lips press against my collarbone, and he trails soft kisses up my neck, all the way to my jaw. I can’t help but giggle, my giddiness taking me over.

Toge props himself up on his elbows, his silver hair lightly brushing my forehead as he leans over me.

Both of us are frozen — eyes wide and sparkling, all nervous smiles and bated breath. Something tells me to say something, anything. “I can’t look at you without falling for you in ten different ways every time I do.”

This seems to bolster him into action, and as he presses his lips to mine and our eyes close, he breathes life into me. Every word that he never could, never will say, I feel in his passion, his tenderness. My cramps are very much forgotten as my heart skips far too many beats to be healthy, his body keeping me down on the earth, preventing me from floating out into space with the weightlessness I’m feeling, and while it’s a thrill, it’s also a comfort — it feels so right to kiss him.

At long last, we separate from one into two again with panting breaths, and despite wanting nothing more than to stare into his violet eyes, I find I can’t do it for longer than a few seconds before I nearly melt under his gaze. I pull him down next to me, and tuck my head into his chest, throwing a leg over him to get comfortable, and one of his arms holds me close to him, the other holding onto said leg to tug it a little more.

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed again, as long as I can get more of those.” I admit, feeling quite silly for saying so.

“Salmon.” He laughs in agreement, then squeezes my leg again, tracing patterns into me. Toge kisses the top of my head, and in return, I plant a kiss of my own on his chest as we settle in for my (finally) peaceful slumber. That is, until someone ruins it.

“Inumaki!” Panda’s voice calls from the hallway, and I groan when he stops right in front of my door. “Inumaki!” He says again as he opens my door, “Are you alive— oh!” He looks from my (very much annoyed) face, to Toge’s (very much annoyed) face, to our (very much entangled) bodies under my mountains of blankets, and conjures the most shit-eating-grin I have ever seen in my life. “Oh, so that’s why you volunteered to check on them— something always told me they were your type.”

Toge scoffs in irritation, sitting up and cursing, “Caviar— Stop talking!” Making sure to push my body behind his own so I don’t get caught in the line of fire. Panda’s mouth immediately closes, but he isn’t completely silenced— he hums in sheer panic, running away, likely to tell the others what he just witnessed once he finally can speak again. Toge hops out of the bed to close the door again, just as quickly jumping back in to strongly pull me into him with a satisfied smirk. He catches me by surprise, kissing me once again, not stopping until the both of us are out of breath, meanwhile dragging my leg over his torso like it was before.

His chest heaves with a sigh, and so does mine. Our eyes finally slip closed, and when my phone vibrates a million times due to different texts from everyone else, I grab it, switch the tiny button on the side to silent, then toss it away from me back on the nightstand. I rub my hand up and down his chest, his toned body better than any heat pack, any prescription ibuprofen, and any dark chocolate. Musubi might be debatable, but if I had to choose between Toge and my favorite food, I’d pick Toge, every time.

[under-the-cherrytree]

I heard u like yandere stories..😈

Can I request Hanako, Teru and Kou with an S/O Yandere, Supernatural and Really Manipulative that uses their fears and punishes them with when they don't behave?

(I wanted to put Tsukasa instead of Teru but I don’t know what he fears..😕)

I really like your blog, your writing is good 👉👈

Hanako, Teru, and Kou with a yandere, supernatural s/o❣︎

Warnings: Violence, Yandere like behavior, Manipulation, hint of kidnap

A/n: Heehee I do like yandere stories…

And thank you so much!! I’m so happy you guys like my writing, it means a lot to me! Also sorry this took long to come out :(

Let’s be honest, does Tsukasa fear anything? Maybe the thought of his brother disappearing from him but idk

Anyways, I hope you have a good day or night and enjoy!

This is a lot fluff to angst-

Hanako’s biggest fear is definitely when he killed his brother

He just feels so guilty and weak when he sees Tsukasa

Eventually, he learns the open up to you more and trust you

(It took a long ass time btw)

I mean you are his lover so he does trust you

You also were a supernatural yourself, so you know what he’s feeling

Hanako was so taken aback when he started to realize your manipulative behavior

He loved your personality and you showed it often

But some things you said really hit him, turning him into a ball of anxiety

The more often you start doing it, the more often he realizes how manipulative you are

But he can’t seem to get away

He’s too weak

You have him wrapped around your finger

Whether it comes to making him feel bad for you, using his past against him, or even threatening others, he couldn’t control himself anymore

He was now slowly dying in your arms

You and Hanako sat on the rooftop having a little picnic date. You and Hanako did this often since you were both dead, you two really enjoyed hanging out with each other. Since you were around before Hanako died, you were lonely and needed someone. Hanako was your light, your freedom from this. He made you feel the closest thing to alive, you needed him.

You and Hanako continued to talk until his Hakujoudai appeared, which Hanako turned his attention away from you temporarily. His wisp said something to him causing Hanako’s eyes to widen in shock.

“I’m sorry, I need to go Y/n. Yashiro got kidnapped and taken to a place with a lot of doors that are like dimensions… I need to help her..!” Hanako apologetically smiled. Your previous smile turned into a frown as you watched him get up to leave.

“Hanako wait-” You stood up, grabbing his arm “Can’t you just leave her by herself? You can stay with me, forget her…!” You pouted which Hanako thought was cute. He turned to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he chuckled.

“I’m sorry Y/n, but she won't be able to get out… I have to go!” He broke away from your grasp and ran to the door. You stood there, bringing your arms to your side, you slightly smiled to yourself.

“So you are going to leave me now that I’m of no use to you huh… just like how you killed your brother.”

Hanako instantly turned to face you, his eyes filled with pure fear from what you said. This was the most blunt you have ever been trying to use his past against him.

“Y/n…” He spoke, trying to find more words to say but he couldn’t.

“Am I wrong?” You stepped closer to him.

“N-no- I mean you are I… I wouldn’t… kill…” Hanako muttered, his bottom lip quivering.

“Hm? Stay with me, I’m more important than her anyways” You held his hands smiling. Hanako started to calm down and see this manipulation more clearly. He had to save her, that was more important than a small picnic date.

“Y/n! I have to help her, she might get killed!” Hanako shouted.

“What does it matter? She has a short life span anyways!”

Hanako was in shock. He couldn’t stop the possibility in his mind saying that you would kill her. Hanako sighed and sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“Fine, I will stay…” Hanako looked up at you, eyes filled with a mix of emotions of anger, sadness.

“Yay!” You cheered, joining him on the blanket. “So as we were talking about earlier…”

Hanako forced a soft smile as he listened to you talk. Looking to Hakujoidai, his wisp disappeared to go look for her. Luckily for Hanako, you didn’t notice the missing wisp, which he smiled and added on to the conversation.

‘I’m sorry Y/n…’ Hanako thought ‘I cant just leave her alone’

Teru is afraid being weak (or losing his younger brother)

But like you and his brother

Like that would be a big thing for him

He would definitely want his s/o and Kou to be friends

It just warms his heart when you two are hanging out!

But back to Teru and his other fears

He would be able to tell if someone is manipulative right away, so you should really take your time

You can’t be that blunt with it at all

He would be feel bad for you

Like you been in the school for like ever with nobody

That's why he feels pity for you as a supernatural and you changed his mind about them

But be warned.

If he ever sees you harm a student he will leave you right away.

So you better hold on tight so he can’t leave at all.

“Y/n” Teru called out, looking around for you. Normally you met him after class but you didn’t today. He has noticed some strange behaviors from you recently. You always ask him to stay with you until it gets dark and you say more… threatening things now. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to watch you because the last thing he would want you to do is hurt a student.

“Y/n…” He called again. He stopped when he felt two arms rest on his shoulder.

“Hiya Teru!” You smiled, as you floated trying to meet the tall boy's height.

“Hey Y/n, you didn’t meet me at our usual spot… were you doing something?” He asked, turning his head to get a better look at you.

“Oh sorry heehee I was at a supernatural meeting…”

“I thought only the school wonders had to attend those?”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened in shock, realizing he caught your lie “Well ghosts are invited to attend too!”

“Oh I didn’t know that.”

“Well now you do!”

Teru personally found that hard to believe. He remembered you talking about how you were glad that you weren’t a 7 mystery because of all the meetings. You also try to hang out with him as much as possible. You were a ghost that has been here for a long time, longer than Hanako even, that's long enough to make someone crave attention so he understood when you were all clingy and fearful of being alone. So the fact that you would willingly go to a meeting, even though you don’t really like the other supernaturals, was odd to him.

He grabbed your arm and turned to make your body face him. His eyes widened in shock when he saw your normal clothes stained with blood. His hand shook as he let go of your arm, stepping back to create distance.

“Y/n…” He muttered, not knowing what to say or think of this.

“Oh Teru, I’m sorry, I should have cleaned myself up! My bad!” You apologized. An apology if you forgot to bring someone's borrowed book back to school or an apology if you accidentally hurt your friends feelings but not an apology for killing someone.

“Who did you…?” He glared at you.

“Who?” You repeated the question “Lets just say it got a little messy in the conference room!”

Teru only stayed silent. Trying to wake up from whatever dream he was in but to no avail.

“Oh, Teru, what's the sad look for?” You reached your hands out to cup his cheeks but he quickly slapped them away.

“I’m going to leave now…” He gripped onto his katana before releasing it. He didn’t even bother to say bye before he turned around and walked away. You stood there, speechless.

“Oh… bye sweety..” You said to no one, more of a way to cope that your boyfriend just walked away. But that frown of yours quickly turned into a smile as you ran to one of the classrooms on the top floor that viewed the entrance, your favorite spot in the whole school. This was your favorite spot because you could see everything from up here. That’s where you saw that girl this morning confessing her love for Teru. You did teach her a lesson to not talk to your boyfriend again, I mean this is good for Teru! He doesn’t have to deal with as many girls confessing to him he should be thanking you! Your eyes sparkled when you saw Teru exit the building, he looked like he was in a bit of a rush. He exited, closing the gate behind him, and put his phone to his ear before walking away. Your smile only grew wider thinking about him and your plan.

“Ah Teru…” You sighed, sitting on top of one of the desks “I know you will be back, and when you come back you will be with me forever!” You chuckled to yourself.

“Forever and ever, like a dream~”

Kou’s biggest fear is not being able to save his friends

But I can see him behaving most of the time, so no need to punish him :)

His dream is to become strong like his older brother and to save people from evil apparitions

And he hopes to have you by his side doing it!

He won't pick up on your manipulation as easily

He would give you excuses

“Well they have been alone as a supernatural being all this time, makes sense why they want me to stay…”

“Is there a reason they don’t want me to hang out with this person? I bet there is…”

“I bet they're just looking out for me!”

That’s his excuse

You are looking out for him and knows what’s best

When Mitsuba, Yashiro, and even Hanako told him to stay away from you he was confused

He was hurt that his friends would try to break up such a great relationship with all these… lies

He would never believe that you would hurt anyone, it just wasn’t right!

If they do ever show him proof… he will start to be a little distant with you

That’s when punishment is needed

You sat on a bench near the school entrance, watching sakura petals fall from the tree above.

“Y/n!!” Kou shouted, opening the door to the outside. You turned to him, worried look on your face when you saw his tears in the corner of his eyes. He ran up to you, engulfing you in a hug.

“Hey Kou… What's wrong..?” You ran your fingers through his hair.

“H-Hanako…!” He gripped your shirt. Your eyes went dark. You were a ghost longer than Hanako was but he knew that you were dangerous.

“What about Hanako?”

“He says I shouldn’t be with you… that you are dangerous but I know you’re not..!” He shook under you. “He also said something about the reason you are a ghost…” Your eyes widened. You put your hands on his shoulders, lifting him up so he looked at you.

“You don’t believe him… do you..?” You asked. He heard the sadness in your voice, it sounded like you were about to cry. He felt bad about what they were saying about you. But what he didn’t know was that he was only falling deeper for your lies.

“Of course I don’t Y/n! I just think it’s weird Hanako would bring something up as well… he doesn’t seem like the type to make something up like this…”

“So you believe him?” You coldly asked. Anger starting to form in your voice now.

“O-of course not..! I’m just shocked he would say something like that…”

Your gaze softened again. You could never stay mad at your Kou, he was too sweet for the world. That’s why you deserve him and vowed to keep him safe.

“Oh Kou…” You hugged him again which he melted into your touch.

“I’m sorry Y/n… I don’t know why my friends do this, why can’t they just see that you are not a murderer!” Kou shouted into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry Kou… it’s my fault! It wouldn’t be like this if I wasn’t with you…” You fake tears.

“No..! Don’t say that!” Kou broke the hug, cupping your cheeks instead “If my friends can’t accept that then I don’t need them! You are all I need Y/n…”

“Kou…” Your cheeks heated up. You were all he needed and he was all you needed. You two completed each other. And you will be with each other forever.

“Thank you Kou, I promise to love and protect you…

Even after death.”

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Discussion - The Yeerk and Dreams

Hello all! I’m gonna try out something new. I’ve been thinking of not announcing my fanfic every chapter I updated here because as a friend pointed out, we’re all here for the art. Visual is beautiful. I can’t blame that. And I’ve already have other websites to do that so this is gonna be strictly art-based (maybe to do with my own fic as more for character development and visual exploration) and reblog on Animorphs-related stuff. And shoutout to fics (I’ve been neglecting that and this blog cuz of work so apology for that). 

But I was thinking of holding discussions with you guys. I’ve thought of ideas and headcanons for my fic that I wanna explore more into them. And share them that even writers wanna try them out too for theirs.

First discussion to test the waters: what do you think about a Yeerk and the dream state of a host?

I’ve had this idea for a bit for either a chapter of my fanfic or a future book. The scenario is a Yeerk ally (yes, you read that. There’s an explanation for that and it’s not an intended alliance btw) has to go into an unconscious host to gather information for example, a password. So here are some divided sub-thoughts:

1. An infesting on an unconscious Controller. 

So I’ve been wondering if a Yeerk of a host would ever find out if another Yeerk infested their host when conscious. And doesn’t when the host’s not. When we’re asleep or fainted, we don’t know what’s going on so we wouldn’t know if another Yeerk sneak in and out for intel from our brain. Sure, a Yeerk could leave evidence such as the typical drilling through the skull and healing it back but probably the other Yeerk wouldn’t even notice this change when coming back. Basically it could be possible for a Yeerk mole to help get intel but only if a host isn’t awake.

2. The dream state

I have the thought that Yeerks don’t dream but during a host’s sleep, they in a way, ‘dream’ the host’s dreams. Kinda like you’re watching a movie like a TV while sleeping. But here’s a thought, “if you fall in a dream and die, do you die in real life?” 

The idea is depending on the severity of a dream state, would Yeerks be mentally affected by it? Say for example, my Yeerk character from my fic, has done a dive to get information before on an unconscious human but had to go through their subconscious fears, clowns and popping balloons. Which after that, she has gained an irrational fear of them now (heehee). After all, Yeerks wouldn’t understand what we humans see as easy as a second nature. Moreover, a human mind awake could be easy to comprehend with the Yeerk getting the details they need. But in a dream state, the mind world to them is so confusing and incomprehensible that they either need to deny it or temporarily bail out. Worst case scenario is literally dying from fear by the host’s dream, depending on the host’s mental state too.

Taking an example if you guys’ seen the gameplay trailer of Observer, that you put a wire to the victim’s brain and dive yourself in. But the world you see in the victim’s mind isn’t like our reality, everything’s misshapen, out of place, surreal, because the victim is actually dying or is dead.

Through a Yeerk’s POV, they’d need to piece things out to get what they want too, especially if they’re a mole. AND especially if they don’t really know what is supposed to be a human’s reality or fantasy (and the plus idea that they don’t dream doesn’t help them either).

3. The 3 day cycle

I’ve always thought the 3 day cycle Yeerks need is their usage of energy on controlling a host, physically and mentally. And that part of that 3 day is mainly on having to deal with the host’s dream/mental state. In real life, we all have mental stress, mental problems, mental dismay that we really do feel exhausted. Mental health is an important factor of our lives so why shouldn’t that apply to aliens (yes, fictional or real). It’s easy to control a body to your whims but maybe not when the mind isn’t controllable. 

Another side idea - based on the main one where my Yeerk’s host was born with half a brain, she’s able to control half of the body and also means, she doesn’t use all of her energy as easily as most Yeerks do. She’s able to converse it while cooperating with her host to move together. So it’s kinda interesting to think that Yeerks could possibly live longer if they didn’t invest a lot of their energy in fully controlling a host. Possible if the host and Yeerk has a symbiotic relationship instead of a one sided one.

4. Manipulation of a Dream world

This is where you could see this as either dark and dangerous or sweet and peaceful. This idea actually came to me as an if - which is IF Ax were to ever build a frenemy relationship with a Yeerk ally to the point he’ll ‘eventually’ allow her to infest him depending on situations (DEPENDING! I know Ax will never let that happen). 

The idea is the Yeerk helps him shape up his dream world that is very similar to his homeworld, because a Yeerk like her has some control in changing the mind’s visual pictures. It’s in a way like a virtual reality. It’s not home to him but it’s close enough to feel at peace with it. 

So about manipulation. If being forced to or having to use measures on a host, a Yeerk could change and distort the host’s dream world, like a torture device. Make them fear things beyond their control in the dream world. And that there’s no escape from the dream. Applying with number 3, there probably is a limit like using too much energy because a Yeerk distorting the dream world is like distorting ‘reality’. Another direction is if a Yeerk could repair a host’s stress or dismay by giving them dreams they want - and that’s also a big if the Yeerk has a symbiotic relationship for the host too. If there hadn’t been a war, Yeerks might actually help out people with their own problems like insomnia (I can only think of one example. I am sorry).

Of course, you could look at it this way: that this could be a possible idea for the Yeerks to look into by their science community as a means to get most controllable hosts easily. A form of indoctrination. Like the Matrix! -gets shot- Jokes aside, if the Yeerks were able to fully uncover the secrets of the mind to manipulate it better without the cost of a Yeerk’s own life, it could seriously put a turn in the tide.

One more side idea - every time a Yeerk dives into a host’s mind, they don’t see them as a Yeerk in the dream world but as either the host or a made-up version of a character, like an avatar. Another form of ‘manipulation’ of the dreamworld. 

So that’s bout it. What do you guys think? Are there some angles I’ve never thought off for this discussion? Or sounds weird since Yeerks are enemies in the Animorphs world? Or maybe Yeerks are kinda like us - there are some who are more resilisant and cold to be brought down by dreams and some affected by humans’ emotions and start to question themselves? Even Andalites could apply. Races are different but there’s always gonna be some common ground in different perspectives. 

And if this discussion idea is a good one, I’ll post out more, some probably based on my fic to be honest. Even suggested thoughts too you guys would like to discuss and that creators would like to look in and explore. These are open and general discussions, feel free to take the ideas for your own fanfic/art if you wanna try it out.

If not, ah well, I just enjoyed writing this discussion about Yeerks. Really fun to be honest!

Now back to art drawing. :) Expect a post hopefully soon or probably some experiments again.