#i feel like they deserve the attention too bc side characters...

[moeblob]

I’d just like to say thank you for drawing Gavin and Chris being friends. Definitely an underrated pair and I’m so happy that art of them exists. Makes my day to see them honestly.

Also, please make more because this fandom definitely needs it 💕

OH HELL YEAH that's some of my favorite stuff to draw for DBH tbh! There is something so charming about unhinged coworker dynamics... I say this as someone who has been the unhinged coworker and someone who has heard unhinged coworkers.

Thank you so much though! I'm glad you've enjoyed what I have so far! I will say that while I didn't have the energy to draw it yesterday for Halloween, the idea that I had was them just alternating who got to wear the Ghostface mask. (I have never seen any of the Scream movies but I do know that there's not a Singular Ghostface, but multiple people)

Like someone would walk past Gavin's desk and he's just on his phone not looking up while Chris is making a work call - wearing the mask. Then five minutes later Chris tosses it over saying he needs some air and Gavin wears it. But the fact it was Halloween nobody really clocks the swap at first just "wow I am REALLY tired I thought it was the other one wearing it. I must really need coffee" and then half an hour passes and they've swapped who's wearing it again.

[unluckilyimnot]

Hihi!!^^ Could you please make a bllk and/or bonten hc where she has a friend who always tries to one-up her to get her bf?

You can include all the characters you like and if you do, have fun writing it!!^^

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: rindou, ran, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa,

Note : Hiii! Thank you sm for this request! I hope I did it well and you'll like it ! I did both bllk and tr but I'll do it for more fandom I write for bc I like it lslsls like genshin and windbreaker

Tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...)

Bllk ver.

m.list | rules

Rindou

Acts sarcastic around her all the time

Fake being interested then stop listening and ignore her

"Is that so ?" With a eyebrow lift and his face unbothered

He wants her to feel bad and like shit, seek attention she'll never have because he's more busy with anything else than her

He wants to feel 10 time worse than what she tried to make you feel

He's mean about it, giving her false hopes

But he never hides it from you, you know it all and honestly you're the one feeling bad for her

He has to remind you himself the shitty friend she is and that she deserves it

Ran

He's not that mean, he knows you like her dearly and does his best to not sighs when she talks

No needs to say that from the start he doesn't really like her

But when she starts talking shit about you behind your back, with him around ? He really got that she was on another planet

It got worse when she speaks to him directly, how she put herself above you, with a fake empathic smile

"Weird way to flirt with a taken guy, talking shit about his girlfriend"

He sounds unbothered but his eyes are cold while he drinks

He probably drink it in one shot and move back to you and tells you

Wakasa

Younger Wakasa would've probably killed her on spot

Older him is more composed, but not without thinking the same

He feels you tensed when she starts speaking about your common dance class, his arm tighten around your shoulders, as if he was asking what's up

His eyes turn cold when she ask him how bad you were at it after he came once

"Excuse me ?"

She sits up straight and, sadly, couldn't turn her gaze away from her when she wishes she had

"I think you're the only one remembering it that way."

He's not joking around when it comes to you, and she for sure regretting it when everyone stopped listening to her around the table

Chifuyu

He's silly and kind, it's good to be around him you get that and all your friends feel safe around him for this reason

But you never expect to one of them to turned it against you when he's just nice and making sure they're safe

You're choked the first time you heard her talking like this about you while you were go for a few minutes, with him sitting next to her

"I've never noticed though, I have no idea what you're talking about"

He plays dumb but you can tell in his voice is not joking around anymore

She's doesn't insist when you came back, but he makes sure to mention it so you can defend yourself

And when everyone take your side you felt slightly better, even more with him taking your defense without hesitation

Mikey

That's the worst idea anyone can have

Mikey thinks so highly about you, maybe a bit too much but that makes him your number one supporter

Looking down on you to try to win him over is the dumbest thing to do

He's quick to react, the second she pushed you down to her up, his eyes are on her and he's moving closer

"Talk shit about my gf one more time, I dare you"

He doesn't do anything else, doesn't touch her but that's because he respects woman and don't fight people who can't defend themselves

Or else he would've hit her in the face

"Get out while I'm still being friendly"

No need to say you never heard of her again

[darlingbabyboo]

Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!

It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭

He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems

He is a little bitch and a menace to society

You want attention?

He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist

You want affection?

Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/

You want a cutesy petname?

Isn't babe good enough for you?

He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve

He's also a little mean tbh

Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨

He's also shitty with comforting you

He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐

This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits

He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries

Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better

Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side

He's your ride and die

He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness

He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄

He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Boyfriend goals 😍

He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god

He will do anything for you

Hungry?

Five course homemade meal already made

Tired

Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy

Are you stressed for your test?

All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you

If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day

He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place

Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love

Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)

You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗

His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you

Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰

[livelaughlovesubs]

Make me your god, I can give you everything~

Wuwa boys + hierophilia!! Plot: they worship dom!gn!reader as their god

Warning: hierophilia, blowjob (implied), hair pulling, clothes sniffing (implied), dacryphilia

Nini!rant: I hope I included all of them? Also I’ll not write for yuanwu cuz I have absolutely no clue what his character is like, and lingyang bc he looks and acts childish. Anyway, I’m not up to date with the game, so the character’s personalities might be a bit off :(

Aalto

- He’d be the puppy kind, a very smart himbo (?)

- a loyal follower of yours, believes you are a being above since you are so graceful and divine

- you could do no wrong, and he’d believe your every word, he’s bound to your voice

- obeys everything like a good servant, even though he’d be a bit cheeky just for the sake of it

- he likes doing stuff that involves personal stuff of yours, like doing the laundry, cleaning your chambers

- should you trust him with your stuff? Well he definitely won’t steal it but maybe sometime else?

- “want me to do this? Oh, lord…! Well, anything for my deity~”

- could be a little demanding at times, begging and asking for a reward if he did something well (or thinks he did)

- “god, please give me some of your blessings?”

- overall a fun good boy

Chalcharo

- he is loyal, like really loyal, and faithful

- so loyal that it gets annoying at times, always wanting the best for you

- would have a hunch of overprotectiveness too, thinking he did well taking care of the dirty work for you

- in other words instead of waiting for a command, doing things by his own initiative

- he likes staying by your side and protecting you, if there’s not much to do he’d stare at you, thinking he’s sneaky when he isn’t

- wouldn’t voice it but wants you to praise him and show him your full attention afterwards

- tell him he’s a good boy and your most trusted follower and he’d be seeing the gates of paradise

- if he didn’t actually help he wouldn’t know and still expect that, so it’s up to you whether to punish him or not

- if you allowed him to, he’d love to lay his head on your lap or straddle you (he’d never admit)

- “I worship you, my lord, the dearest, please let me be useful to you.”

Jiyan

- pretty similar to chalcharo? BUT more shy, he blushes so sweetly whenever you compliment him, or touch him

- he’d flinch all surprised and embarrassed too

- a veeeery good boy, sometimes does things by himself but mostly waits for your order

- since he’s so cute, he’s very fun to tease, leading to him being red faced all the time

- but he doesn’t mind, he liked the feeling to being loved by you, a divine presence, to shower in your attention (who doesn’t?)

- headcanon that he’d enjoy taking care of the flowers around the house/ church/ wherever this is taking place

- you think he looks very cute a tad messy and sweaty after tending to the garden

- you once stroked his hair while whispering something about wanting a drink, so he suddenly got up to get you one

- but bc you were still holding his hair you accidentally yanked on it

- it felt so good he moaned, “ah-ahhnnggg~” now he has dirty fantasies about it almost every night

Mortefi

- take jiyans embarrassment and multiply it by three, that’s how he feels when he’s showing his devotion to you

- not because he thinks the act itself is humiliating, but that he’s not doing enough

- nevertheless doesn’t want to trouble you, since that’d be beyond him, so he always brushes it off

- he’s content with reading the holy books and scrolls in your presence, and knowing you gift him with the occasional glances

- sometimes he gets so engulfed in reading you really just want to tease fuck him from behind

- if you did do it… he’s so honoured..! And so, so lucky! But he wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes for a while

- wants to do so much more but again, wouldn’t tell, you’ll need to reach out to him

- it’s your judgement whether or not he deserved your care, he will try to gain it, but not expect it

- would deny wanting anything physical at first, but melt the moment you touch him, even if it’s through gloves

- ��f-forgive me lord, for being greedy.”

Rover

- sweetest and most diligent follower ever

- way more bold and direct than the others, would seek you out when he wants your attention

- and that’s like, always, so expect him to be clingy

- mostly quiet, just gently appreciating you caressing him in any way

- he liked putting his head on your lap the most, second only to more intimate stuff

- a little like a lap dog? His duty is to entertain you, if they are all members of some church for example he’d be a rookie

- anyone would be jealous that a newcomer gets to spend so much time with you…! And he’s so smug about it too

- smiles a lot! Really warms you up! Makes you want to make him cry as well-

- seeing that soft and tender face of his twisted into a writhing one as he cries out, “m-more!! Don’t s-stop.. my lord” must be pretty great

Scar

- so bold it’s unreal, he’d barge into your room whenever which would be seen as disrespectful but he’d also get on his knees immediately and pray to you

- beg you for your affection, he’s soooo needy with his god

- also definitely tries to seduce you, and if he was doing that with anyone else he would have been kicked out

- you seemed to find it fun so that’s why he kept his position

- many think you are too lenient with him, and too benevolent considering how cheeky he is

- demanding attention, skipping chores to wag his tail around you, touching you all comfortably as if you allowed him so

- it’s like he’s trying to get laid by his deity

- the only one who’d be daring enough to be sarcastic with you, and bratty

- just fuck him stupid maybe then he’d learn how to behave

- “ah, hnNghh~ l-lord, so rough..! GentleEEeeeKKK!!”

Geshu lin

- actually the only one who’s somewhat on equal standing with you? Or rather, he acts normal with you in comparison to the others

- converses with you, plays traditional games, many would agree that he seems a bit like your right hand man

- but to you? You see him as just as desperate as the others

- there’s no way to hide those eyes full of worship and yearning, and admiration

- gets so jealous when you spend too much time with the others, he’s the worst one, and it shows in his actions

- cuz then he’d be more demanding, louder too

- wouldn’t expect you to touch him or anything, and thinks it’s too disrespectful to touch you without asking, so he’d be shameless enough to straight up ask

- even if it’s some lewd places, places that are otherwise forbidden to these loyal pups of yours

- he still has his needs after all, whenever he first sees you he’d get on his knees and give you his greetings

- “good morning my lord, may I use my mouth to express my love and adoration?”

[crepezinhos]

hey I just read your kazuscara fanfiction and wanted to say that I love your writing style :) i think you nailed both those characters really good 🩵 i dont usually send asks bc i am a silent reader, but I just had to hahaha, i just saw you wont update the story bc of lack of likes which is rlly sad bc you deserve sm more! a lot of ppl dont like or comment bc they too are silent readers, doesnt mean they didnt enjoy it, if it makes you feel any better about your work :) no pressure but any chances you will chance your mind for part 3 though? xD if not, its also fine, just wanted to tell you that before I go silent again xD 🩵

(also you can make a bot on c.ai!)

have a lovely day 🌹

A Third Round... and a Third Guy?!

(REQUEST #8) POV: The sexual tension between you, Wanderer and Kazuha was too much for them to ignore. Both of them were so invested in you that it was inevitable that in another coincidental reunion, all of you decided to meet again some days later in Inazuma for an orgy. What you guys didn’t expect was Detective Heizou stopping by to chat with Kazuha about a case… and deciding to join to the fun.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a smutty NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: In-Game

— Contains: Orgy, degradation, pussy-slapping, praising and a little bit of homosexuality coming from Kazuha.

— Reading of the original post is advised

“And then, the Oratrice officially found Furina as guilty and sentenced her to death penalty.” You finished your story to Kazuha while walking through the streets of Inazuma.

“Wow… so, Fontaine doesn’t have an archon anymore?” He asked you as his answer, genuinely intrigued with your story.

“Nope.” You shook your head side-to-side. “What about you, Hat Guy? Any news about Sumeru?”

“No, everything is boring there as usual.” He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. “Are we close to the bar yet?” His eyes finally found courage to look back at the both of you.

“Yes. Why? Are you in a hurry~?” Kazuha asked in a flirty tone that made Wanderer trigger immediately, and you giggled about it with Kazuha.

“S-Shut up!” His cheeks flushed into a pink tone.

“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The three suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from the streets ahead of you which you didn’t recognize. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for days!” The man had long, wine-colored hair, shiny green eyes and a weird uniform covering his body.

He was walking peacefully towards your direction with his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Detective Heizou!” Kazuha was obviously the only one that recognized him, smiling at him while you and Wanderer shared confused looks.

“How are you doing?” He raised a hand so that Kazuha would shake it.

“I’m great! How about you?” Kazuha obliged to his gesture and politely shook his hand.

“Doing great too! And I assume these are your… friends..?” Heizou took a look at you and Wanderer.

In the matter of a blink, his eyes mired at you up and down, which made you a little embarrassed.

You were dressing a casual uniform from Fontaine but with the exception that it was slightly more suggestive and revealing than the usual just to tease Kazuha and Wanderer a little bit. Both of them eyed you the same way when you first met them in the lands of Inazuma.

“Yes! This the Great Swordswoman from Fontaine, Y/N Y/S, and you can call that dude ‘Hat Guy’!” You and Wanderer both waved at him when Kazuha introduced you and him.

“Nice to meet you!” He waved back at the both of you friendly. “Are you guys hanging out?” His attention went back to Kazuha.

“Yes, we’re going to the bar and have a drink. Would you like to join us?” Kazuha offered, but Wanderer immediately looked at him angry.

“I think you’re forgetting an important detail about our ‘hangout’, Kazuha!” Wanderer protested with a lot of irony like he was about to kill Kazuha.

“No, no, no, it’s ok!” You jumped in, trying to srop Wanderer from possibly jumping Kazuha. “Of course, he can join us!” You winked at him quickly, which made Wanderer’s eyes widen in shock with your humility and versatility.

“Oh, I apologize for interrupting you guys! I just wanted to know if Kazuha would be free tomorrow so he could help me solving a case!” Heizou raised his hands, trying to demonstrate innocence.

“Oh, I’m not so sure I’ll be free, Heizou. Maybe the day after?” Kazuha offered.

“Sure!” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile in his lips.

“So, would you like to join us for the night?” Kazuha offered again, now excited to see that you were ok with it and completely ignoring Wanderer’s discomfort.

“Kazuha, are you stu—?!”

.

Your clothes were practically ripped away by from your body by Wanderer and Heizou as soon the bedroom’s doors and windows were locked shut. You weren’t really surprised or bothered by it. Wanderer had previously described his desperation to fuck you raw to you back when you four were all drinking in the bar and Heizou had been fighting really hard to keep his hands inside his pockets this whole time.

That’s why in the matter of seconds, you were naked, thrown against the bed with legs spread and with three hungry men looking down at you from above, eager to have sex with you.

Individually… or not.

Wanderer was like a sly fox and obviously reserved his place in the line for your pussy. That’s why he was staring at you the most intensely and licking his lips like a hungry predator while preparing to make his way inside you.

“What a perfect whore… all spread-put and ready to receive some cock… You really haven’t changed a bit since our last encounter…” Wanderer ran his length up and down at your wet folds trying to lubricate himself.

“Mind if I use your head, Ms. Y/N?” You suddenly felt a heavy weight sit down by your left side, where Heizou standing previously. Since you were distracted by Wanderer’s intoxicating and beautiful dominance, you didn’t even realize he had been moving until that weight pulled you a little closer to the left angle and Heizou’s face showed up in a closer distance to yours compared to previously.

But before you could answer, Wanderer pushed himself inside you, causing a scream to beautifully escape your lips that made his cock twitch in the spot.

“Of course you can. She’s here for it.” Wanderer didn’t take long to begin moving in and out in a normal rhythm, trying to get to know it before fucking it more senselessly.

Heizou shrugged his shoulders in agreement and begun undoing his pants. While that happened, another “weight” sat at the bed, this time in your right side.

“You’re still too aggressive with her, Hat Guy…” Kazuha said while staring down at your face with concern.

“How many times will I have to tell you that she likes it like this?!” Wanderer sighed in response, sharing eye contact with Kazuha for a moment.

“Oh? She likes dirty talk?” Heizou smiled at both men, trying to ease the situation while struggling with his pants.

“Way more than that!” Wanderer answered with pride. “I’ll show you…” He placed his thumb against your clit and pressed it down while slowing the rhythm of his hips. “Beg for me.” He ordered in a dominant tone that made butterflies kick your stomach.

“Please! Fuck me like the horny slut I am! Please, I beg you!” You obeyed Wanderer immediately, which made his cock pulsate inside you in arousal.

Heizou’s eyebrows widened gently, pretending to be a little shocked with what he had just witnessed and Wanderer proceeded to really begin fulfilling his and your desires by slapping his hips against yours with a force and speed that was pleasurably breathtaking.

“So fucking soaked and eager to please us because of some basic degradation…” Wanderer giggled at you meanly while suddenly slapping his palm in your pussy, which made you squirm in the spot. “You can’t even be satisfied with a single cock at a time… Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He proceeded to dehumanize you from above with a big smirk in his face, which just made you smile back in satisfaction.

“Yes, yes… you’re right!” You submitted to him, trying to grind your pussy in direction of his hands to have it touched by him again.

“Wow… She’s definitely one of the most interesting women I’m ever going to fuck.” Heizou smirked while finally freeing his hard dick from its cage, more incited to have sex with you now.

You swallowed all your exhaustion down your throat when you saw Heizou’s dick getting closer and arched your head backwards with spread lips to receive Heizou’s dick inside you next while Kazuha mired it all with appreciative eyes.

“Good woman…” Heizou patted your head as he started to push in gently.

Now that your head was stuck in that angle, you realized it was going to be really hard to take in both men inside you at the same time. Wanderer bobbing your body up and down with his thrusts wasn’t allowing your head to find perfect shelter for Heizou, nor could he go too deep in you, otherwise you would definitely choke and gag multiple times. It didn’t matter that much to him, tho, he was still having fun

Meanwhile, for Kazuha, his hunger finally won him over and he started to run his hand around your body every now and then, especially in your bouncing breasts.

“So, as I was saying…” Heizou begun, rearranging his throat before continuing speaking to Kazuha and restraining his own groans. “A lot of people in the city have been reporting to my office that their homes have been invaded and some objects, like jewelry and Mora, were stolen. From the few houses I’ve visited, all the robberies seem to have been done similarly, which makes me believe all of them were done by the same guy, so I was thinking maybe you could help me tracking the culprit using your sensibility with nature and the wind.” He essayed for him while still making you gag on his cock.

You felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and barely screaming. Wanderer was doing his best to keep his own arousal inside his throat, which was causing his nose to breathe really hardly and his eyes to be closed shut, which you thought was unfair to your situation.

“Oh? You think I’d do a good job tracking criminals? I appreciate your invitation, Detective. Where would we meet tomorrow?” Kazuha replied to Heizou, but before Heizou’s lips could vocalize anything else, Wanderer’s loud grunt and dramatic eye-rolling in boredom called both men’s attention.

“Oh my God, are you guys really going to talk about robberies and work in the middle of sex?! I’m trying to fuck a pussy here! Can I have the right to fuck her without getting turned off?!” He argued in an ironic tone while slowing down his thrusts because of the turn-off.

“Oh? You want us to take this more seriously?” Kazuha asked with a growing smirk in his face, as if he was creating an idea.

“Yeah?!” Wanderer looked back at him and responded him with an enormous irony.

“Alright then…” But what Kazuha did to obey Wanderer’s wish was absolutely not expected from any of you.

Kazuha launched himself in Wanderer’s direction, raising his arms so he could grab his face with his hands until they were centimeters away from each other and pulled him closer until his lips were against Kazuha’s.

Both yours’ Heizou’s eyes widened in shock while watching Kazuha increase the intensity of the hot kiss he was delivering to Wanderer. Wanderer, in the other hand, was so taken aback that he didn’t react for some good, awkward seconds.

And when he finally woke up back to reality, he immediately pulled away from him, even pulling away from you.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Wanderer wiped his mouth multiple times, grunting in disgust of Kazuha’s action while you, Kazuha and Heizou giggled in a low tone.

“What? I’m taking the moment seriously!” Kazuha shrugged his shoulders while kneeing in the bed again.

“Well, yeah! BUT I’M NOT GAY!” Wanderer screamed.

“Nice one, Kazuha!” Heizou cheered.

“You’re just not fun… In an orgy, we’re all supposed to have fun with each other, not just her…” Kazuha finally crawled away from him.

But he unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you upwards, forcing Heizou’s glistened cock out of you too.

“All yours~.” Kazuha smiled to him while turning you to Heizou’s direction, locking your legs spread wide from each other for him as well.

“You weirdo…” You whispered to Kazuha while he pulled your chest to rest against his and used his hands to revolve the many areas of your chest with more freedom and will this time.

“Shhhh… just relax.” Kazuha whispered in your ear back while Heizou gently pushed his length inside your pussy now, causing you to moan loud in pleasure.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Wanderer protested while guarding his dick back to his pants, crawling back in the bed quickly afterwards, trying to possibly retrieve your pussy back to him.

“You were the one who let her go…” Kazuha argued between the many kisses he started to deliver to your neck romantically .

God, Heizou and Kazuha were being so much more romantic and gentle to your body than Wanderer, it made your stomach feel even more butterflies kicking it around.

“You kissed me, man! Of course I pulled away from her, but I want her back!” Wanderer argued again, centimeters away from Kazuha again to confront him and his actions.

“With this proximity, I assume you want another one?” Kazuha winked at him, causing Wanderer to immediately step back in disgust.

“Just have a little bit of patience. I’ll be done with her soon.” Heizou joined the conversation, beginning to circle his thumbs meanly around your clit in rhythm with his sharp and slow thrusts in your g-spot, causing more cute moans to leave your mouth and your legs to shake in ecstasy.

Wanderer shrugged his shoulders and decided to cross his arms while watching the scene below him intensely only. But the way his index finger tapped his arm told you just how bad Wanderer wanted to touch and run his hands around you like Kazuha was right now or just fuck you raw.

The man was starving.

You simply stopping making any kind of force with your body, letting yourself to be fully manhandled as they wished to. You were simply having too much fun like that. To be fucked so greatly by a sexy guy while having other parts of your poetically caressed by another beautiful man’s hands and mouth was being one of the greatest pleasures you were ever feeling.

“So damn tight…” Heizou grunted, leaning closer to you just to press smooth kisses in your boobs with the help of Kazuha’s soft hands, making your head arch back in ecstasy.

Having all of your g-spots explored at the same time was turning you into an animal in heat.

“F-Faster!” You begged to Heizou, who noticeably smirked at your desperate tone, but still obeyed you with pleasure.

“What a hungry whore you found yourself to have fun with, Kazuha… I wonder how you found out about her in the first place.” Heizou stopped teasing your chest to look at Kazuha for a quick moment.

“Destiny tied us all together…” He poetically whispered in your ear in a tone that caused you to grind and clench around Heizou as a response.

“Oh, fuck…” He groaned feeling how your walls clamped around him.

His hands were pushing your legs down to the sheets, fucking you like a mating press. It was bringing Wanderer to feel so jealous… his eyes were barely blinking. He wanted to dominate you just like that so bad… but, Heizou was the one enjoying instead.

“Fuck, Kazuha, stop being such a tease!” You moaned out to Kazuha while Heizou brought you and him to have an orgasm that you two begun building before back when Wanderer was fucking you in missionary.

Kazuha giggled at your reaction like he was still a little drunk, which made it sound three times sexier. Kazuha had a really beautiful voice when alcohol was affecting him.

“Do you want me to go next, darling? I promise I won’t tease you too much.” He asked to you, using a hand to fix some threads of your sweaty, sticky hair.

“Yes, yes! Please, fuck me next!” You tried reaching your lips into his, but Kazuha decided to be mean and deny you.

“Getting rid of me, ay?” Heizou asked to you while his pace and voice became more erratic.

“It’s not like that…” You looked back at him embarrassed.

“It’s ok, I’m not a part of your fuck-group anyway… but since you’re going to abandon me soon… make sure to take every bit of me inside, ok?” Heizou raised his body again, holding your hips stuck in place so he could thrusts with more ease and precision.

“Yes, yes… fill me up..!” Your degradative words were like a switch for him because both you and Heizou immediately begun spilling both your orgasms inside you while his hips were stoned rocking against yours and you were both moaning like animals. Kazuha held you in place to make sure you wouldn’t possibly spill out a single drop of cum, smiling at the beautiful scenery he was watching. A little preview of what he was about to do with you next.

Wanderer’s cock strained hard in his pants, watching your pussy taking so much cum inside it like easy work, that he also grunted to express his pleasure.

“Fuck…” Heizou hissed while pulling out his dick from you, all creamy with both clear and white juices.

“Good job, Y/N...” Kazuha whispered in your ear while Heizou threw his head back to breathe in and out to relax himself from the exhaustion.

Kazuha quickly spun you around again and pulled you by your ankles downwards, having you laying down in the very center of the bed.

“You can have her now, Hat Guy, but I’ll be taking your favorite spot.” Kazuha ran a finger in your creamy entrance while he winked at Wanderer.

In response, Wanderer scoffed and immediately started crawling closer to your head and undoing his pants.

“P-Please, fuck me until I cum!” You begged to Kazuha, who still kept analyzing with your folds using his fingers.

“I will, darling, don’t worry.” He nodded while finally leaning his head down and using his other free hand to undo the hair tie in the back of his head.

He looked divine with his hair loose and you were so thankful that angel in front of you was going to play with your pussy. It even made you feel dirty to fuck with someone that angelical, but you knew Kazuha would think of it like that.

“Open your mouth.” Wanderer grabbed chin and forced you to look up at him.

You stuck your tongue out for his aching cock and he didn’t hesitate in pushing it inside as soon as possible. And at the same time, Kazuha launched his tongue at the deepest corners he could reach inside your pussy. You couldn’t help but try to let out a scream that was muffled by Wanderer’s cock. It made him giggle in arousal and pleasure of feeling your warm breath surround his cock so gently.

You didn’t even realize until now that Heizou was now simply standing up in the side of the bed, staring down at the scene very amused.

“Now we’re taking this moment seriously.” Kazuha murmured to Wanderer, who preferred to not engage in any more arguments.

Kazuha’s tongue got out of you and begun swirling your clit tortuously, dragging it around and bringing it to its edge of pleasure in a vicious rhythm. And before your pussy could grind and tighten around nothing, his fingertips started tickling your folds again, trying to make way inside you.

And when they successfully invaded your insides, your whole body jolted in ecstasy. Although he wasn’t fully bringing you to feel pleasure using his dick rather than his fingers, the torture of his fingers being unable to reach your favorite spots was making you melt in sadistic pleasure, especially when your mouth was being so brutally invaded by Wanderer.

“Such a predictable slut.” Wanderer pulled your hair to the back while you pleasured him, enjoying how pathetic he was making you look under him.

Your hips were absolutely locking Kazuha’s head in that perfect angle where he was provoking your clit at. It’s like he had already learned the formula to make a woman go crazy: fucking her pussy like it is more valuable than their life.

“K-Ka—” You couldn’t even gag a syllable of his name, but Kazuha was too much of a poet to ignore your voice.

“Feeling good, aren’t you?” He unattached his tongue from your clit for a moment just to purposefully tease you with his voice.

You nodded the most you could although your position didn’t help.

“But I haven’t even started it yet…” Kazuha opened the distance between his fingers inside you, scissoring them repeatedly at the most tortuous rhythm and spots ever.

Your eyes rolled back until they were barely miring stars. You couldn’t believe those fingers were making you feel better than a whole enormous dick inside you.

The way your legs shook and ground in Kazuha’s head for dear life told him that was enough to make you have an orgasm soon. All you needed was some extra cycles of those tiring movements that Kazuha was doing to your pussy.

“Use your tongue, you dirty whore. Don’t tell me you’re too destroyed to do that because of some fingers.” Wanderer looked down directly at your eyes, somehow managing to get even harder than before.

Your tongue tried its best to make way through his dick and stick itself outside your lips, serving as a soft slide for his cock to go in. You decided to also try using your top to tease the corners of his dick, causing Wanderer to throw his head back in arousal.

“Oh, yes… good fucking girl..!” He gently tapped your cheek multiple times in a praising tone, although he was smirking very meanly.

“Good girls deserve a prize, don’t you think?” Kazuha looked up to Wanderer between the many licks he was serving to your pussy.

“What do you propose?” Wanderer finally responded Kazuha without being mean.

“Let me try that thing you did earlier…” Kazuha rose his head, stopping the stimulation in your clit, but I’m exchange, used his hand holding your hip to carefully slap your pussy.

Your pussy and legs clenched around him immediately with that, along with a muffled scream that made Kazuha’s eyes immediately widen in arousal.

“Hmmm… she really does like this.” Kazuha’s mouth went back to your pussy right afterwards speaking.

“I told you! She’s a masochist! You should do it again...” Wanderer suggested.

“Let me do it, gentlemen.” Heizou’s hand ran all the way from your chest down to your crotch, centimeters away from Kazuha’s body.

His hand smacked you once very gently, trying to be easy in the beginning, which was teasing to your poor, abused cunt. And all you could was discount it on poor Kazuha, who was barely suffocating in your clit, but still kept his fingers going for your orgasm.

“So eager to be degraded…” Heizou whispered while admiring your pathetic, fucked-out face sucking off Wanderer.

“Fucking show her where she belongs.” One of Wanderer’s hands moved down to one of your breasts.

Heizou obliged with a harder smack across your pussy, causing you to groan once again.

“Taking it all so good like a real, dirty slut…” Heizou couldn’t help but make that comment to turn you on even more while he slapped you from multiple directions, in a rhythm that edged your cunt in pain every time.

Your eyes were tearing from the stimulation that finally growing into an aching bulge in your womb. With your remaining energy, you quickly moved a hand to Kazuha’s hair and pushed it down for dear life.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kazuha asked while fingers brushed your hips, trying to show some love and worship to them between all the aggression you were having to take. “You’re warm like you have a fever...” He teased, but immediately went to the mission of precisely eating your pussy.

Your legs were squirming in the air, toes curling in anticipation for that orgasm was tensely being built in your nucleus, but unfortunately you could express little pleasure due to Wanderer’s insistence of making use of your mouth. All you could was trying to repeatedly try to grind your pussy against his tongue over and over.

“Make her cum already.” Wanderer’s eyebrows frowned in stress of waiting too long for that pleasuring view of you having an orgasm again.

“It’s coming…” Kazuha erratically increased the speed of his fingers and increase the distance between them to spread you more than you already were.

And in a second, your whole body twitched hardly with the feeling of your womb blowing your orgasm out of your body. Not even Wanderer’s cock was able to hold most of your scream, but he made sure to keep himself stuck inside you. Your back arched to an angle that managed to push your legs against Kazuha’s head, forcing even harder the wet contact he did with your clit while his fingers accepted all your orgasm coming down.

Kazuha rose his head and smiled down at the few drops of cum coming out of you, making the force you were trying to do in him look pathetic.

“My, my…” He smirked, slowly pulling out and miring his own creamy fingers. “Insatiable…” He smirked while licking his fingers and crawling away from you.

Heizou slapped your folds once now that Kazuha wasn’t in his way anymore.

“Good girl.” He praised, running a finger between your folds to get a sip of all the liquids that were dirtying your pussy.

You breathed hard, relieved with the pleasure Kazuha brought you to have. But your relaxation time was quickly cut by Wanderer slamming his dick back inside again.

“Spin around and bend over.” He ordered while pulling out from you, still holding your face to have some control of you.

Despite your exhaustion, you quietly obeyed him and got on all fours for Wanderer, who immediately pushed his cock back to your mouth. It made you gag. You weren’t expecting him to get so turned on with you being eaten out.

“Such a good whore…” Scara leaned closer to you, trying to focus his vision entirely in your head bobbing up and down around his dick in that pathetic angle.

“She really does like this kind of dirty talk…” Heizou commented from behind. “You had to see how badly her pussy just quivered with your words.” You felt Heizou crawl in the bed and placing his hands in your hips. “Let me make use of it while you finish off there or else she’ll meltdown with the pain of not being fulfilled.” You felt the tip of his dick grinding in your hole, trying to feel just how wet you were.

Heizou grunted in satisfaction when he pushed in and your body trembled in response.

“Goddamn, Kazuha… you made a real mess in here!” Heizou giggled at the feeling your pussy suffocating his dick as soon as he got in.

“Have I?” You heard Kazuha walking to Heizou’s direction while still tasting your cum.

“It’s sliding in so easily… I would’ve never guessed you were so good at eating pussies.” Heizou begun moving in and out of you.

“Why? You think you are better?” Kazuha sat by your side and laid down, admiring the view of your boobs bouncing with the pressure both men applied in you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll have time to showcase my abilities.” Heizou suddenly slapped one of your buttocks, causing you to squeak like a little mouse.

“Arch your back f’me.” He tried pushing your hips down and arch your back by himself, and you decided to help him by spreading your legs further away and leaning your body closer to his crotch.

“I’m close…” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he held your head in place to thrust your mouth in an erratic pace.

You closed your eyes and calmly waited for Wanderer to reach his peak while he whimpered in his own. His moans were incredibly high-pitched and teary for a man that acted so rude with anyone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted while the other guys just enjoyed the moment in their own way.

And finally, his hips slammed into yours harshly and you started to feel a string of hot cum taking space in your mouth. You had to swallow multiple times to take in all the cum that he had in stock for you.

Seems like he really looked forward to this moment, didn’t he?

“There we go…” Heizou commented while he saw Wanderer quivering with his orgasm.

Wanderer kept staring at you the entire time, his ego rising the more cum that swallowed in.

“Good girl…” He pulled out from you and tapped of your cheeks again in appreciation.

Heizou’s hand moved up to your chest and no pulled you upwards, holding you against his chest while he fucked you. Your hands simply followed his and rested on top of them. The way his breathing bitches close to yours was making you clench around him.

“Poor little Y/N…” Kazuha crawled closer to you until he was sitting right in front of you. “What has he done to you..?” He rose a hand to clean off the few spills out saliva and cum that Wanderer denied to take care off.

Wanderer, meanwhile, was jerking his dick off watching the scene, somehow still eager to mess with his cock despite the recent orgasm.

“Here, let me give you what you deserve…” Kazuha got up and held your cheeks softly, taking your lips into his smoothly.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your body, melting with Kazuha’s romanticism.

Your tongue couldn’t help but chase after his and force into a dance that he thankfully managed to comply with.

“It’s ok, Y/N, you just need to take it in one more time, okay?” Kazuha whispered between the kiss, your noses and foreheads touching each other.

“I think you should have her now.” Heizou shrugged his shoulders. “Although I’m loving this pussy, it’s a crime for you to not try it out.” Heizou pulled out from you but still held you in place. “She’s begging for you, dude.” Heizou playfully tapped on Kazuha’s shoulder while he walked away from you.

Kazuha got up quickly so he could hold you and impede you from falling in the bed.

“Oh, really? Is that true, Y/N?” Kazuha gripped in your thighs gently and pulled them closer to him, caressing them as he made that teasing question.

“Y-Yes…” You nodded while trying to throw yourself closer to him.

“Then I’ll give you what you want.” Kazuha sat down in the bed, pulling you with him.

You got the message on your own, so you quickly hopped up and landed with your entrance at his tip, slowly sliding down on him until you were sat at his crotch.

“Hummm…” He groaned, appreciating how your pussy gripped tight on his dick immediately. “You guys really turned her on, haven’t you?” Kazuha turned his face in both guys’ direction. But Wanderer sighed in stress instead.

“Just make her fucking ride you.” Wanderer stopped his slow rhythm in his dick while Heizou simply watched with crossed arms.

“Ok, ok…” Kazuha rose his hands away from your hips and laid this whole body down at the bed. “Come on, Y/N…” He looked at you with a beautiful smirk in his face that made your hips immediately turn on and begin moving like a machine.

He looked incredibly hot thrown in the bed like that, receiving pleasure instead of giving. Kazuha was also enjoying you with a lot of passion, particularly enjoying how boobs bounced every time you sat on his crotch.

Since you were setting the pace, you were sitting and grinding on him the way you desired to, meaning that all your moans were genuine sounds of pleasure instead of reactions to the sparks you were previously feeling. You were loving to have a little bit of power after having it all taken away from you. Not that you didn’t like it, but switching is always fun.

“Hummmmm…” Kazuha groaned with a satisfied smile, throwing his head aside.

You couldn’t resist your urges and leaned your body down, arching and grinding your pussy down in his dick, while your mouth immediately trailed a way in his neck.

“Oh, wow..!” Kazuha hugged your back, allowing you to continue completely. “Are you guys seeing this?” Kazuha asked like he was a little kid who just found out about something new.

“What an angle…” Heizou praised the scene you two were creating for them.

“Fuck…” Wanderer whimpered to himself as he quickened his pace, barely breaking his cock into dust with his fist.

“Come on, come on..!” You took a look under your belly, miring the mess you were making on his cock, creaming him with all the liquids that were inside your pussy.

You decided to sit in his crotch again and begin swaying your hips, trying to tease him with your gummy walls. Kazuha’s head rolled back along with a loud moan, taken aback with your initiative. Kazuha’s cock swirling around your walls while resting its tip in your cervix was surely making your head spin too.

“You look like a work of art, milady… A divinity.” Kazuha commented with that attractive, drunk face of his.

Now that he also had some pink marks in his neck from your make-out session with it, he was also looking sexy under you. If only he was naked too. But… his kimono wasn’t really tied-up anymore. It was just mostly hanging in his chest now since the temperature in the room was becoming intoxicating. Your eyes blinked in realization, and your hands quickly hunted his chest down.

You grabbed both ends of his kimono and pushed the hem away from each other like you’d die without it. His white-colored chest immediately showed up and shone with the room’s low lights.

Your pussy tightened around him immediately. Now he was also looking divin.

“Like it..?” Kazuha asked you with red cheeks in slight embarrassment.

You immediately nodded for him, causing his hands to move down to your hips and hug the gently.

“So let me cum inside you, and you’ll have the beautiful picture of my sex face, ok?” Kazuha smirked while beginning to assist your hopping.

“Yes!” You leaned down again, leaving the job of fucking entirely to him, but he fortunately took the opportunity and started thrusting his hips up and down.

After some minimum, quick thrusts, Kazuha begun bursting his cum all around you. You immediately leaned upwards to watch the man’s face and body contort with that orgasm in ecstasy.

To relax, you simply kept sat down on him, refusing to move while he kept that beautiful face of his.

You suddenly heard someone stand up from their seat.

“Well, I think we’re all exhausted, aren’t we?” He gently held you, pulling you away from Kazuha in a way that left you standing up on the ground with shaky legs. “And a little broken…” He giggled at his own pun.

“Wow… You were right about her pussy…” Kazuha sat up on the bed, looking more drunk than ever. His sleeves didn’t even stay at their original spot and fell down to his hands, leaving him shirtless, but he didn’t care about it.

“Don’t even think about it, she’s mine tonight.” Wanderer showed up in the scene while rearranging his pants with his dick back on it, pulling you from Heizou’s grip immediately.

Heizou didn’t do anything to fight his possessiveness back. He already figured out that the man had some good, unsolved issues that made him act like that.

“Why? Excited to have her on your own?” Kazuha teased him with an annoying smirk in his face.

“Don’t you guys have a case to solve?!” He avoided Kazuha’s question, making both men stare at each other in realization.

“We do have a case to solve…” Kazuha finally rose from his seat in the bed, rearranging his clothes and hair back to normal.

“Shall we?” Heizou asked, pointing to the door.

“Not before I kiss this woman goodbye…” Kazuha quickly walked to you and pulled you by your cheeks to smooch your lips playfully. “See you next time, Y/N.” He winked to you.

“Now you’re making me jealous.” Heizou quickly skipped close to you and smooched your cheeks. “Maybe we’ll see each other again!” Heizou smirked and both guys started walking away together, their conversation already beginning.

As soon as the door was closed, Wanderer sighed in stress.

“Tch, I hope he never shows up again. That Kazuha guy is already annoying enough.” Wanderer pulled your legs upwards, causing to squeak in fear of falling, but he simply held you like a princess.

“You’re too stressed…” You whispered in his ears.

“Want me to open the windows?” He asked while laying you down in the only corner of the bed that wasn’t dirty or sweaty.

You had closed them so no one would hear or see the things you and all the guys were doing in that room.

“Yes, please…” You said moving around in the bed, feeling all your sweat burning from the heat shock.

He obeyed you in silence, still with that usual grumpy face of his. Seems like making him happy was really a hard task, isn’t it..? Even when he crawled in the bed with you and covered the both of you with sheets, his face was stoic like he just had a bad day.

“Good night…” You still tried to get some real kindness out of him, but instead of replying to you with his words, he used his arms instead.

He hugged you from behind and immediately drowned his nose in your shoulder. You even tried adjusting your body to make yourself a little bit more comfortable in that position, but his hands were reminding you of tentacles thanks how strong they were holding you.

“You’re… suffocating me.” You gently whispered and he moved his hands down to your belly, but still holding you hostage in your own bed.

You sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t an asshole… or any of the men you gave yourself for this single night.

Taglist: @amoyanderes @alatusorrow @luminieee @the-stinky-winky @kindofshyent @bigmantiddys @shyentsfoundherink

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Now I’m actually done with this fic. No more requests about it please.

[rewritingcanon]

nextgen characters and their type of “delulu”:

rose: she believes she deserves everything in life, and naturally she’ll get everything she wants bc shes awesome. like if something doesn’t go her way it’s literally never her fault. she’ll blame it on the most randomest things before she ever thinks to accept responsibility. it’s not her fault dark reunion is out to get her.

james: he’s not delulu he’s just actually delusional. about literally everything. not in the funny haha way. it’s causing him so much strife, somebody please ground this poor man.

albus: i’m sorry but he does have main character syndrome despite going on and onnn about how he doesn’t want attention and he doesn’t want people looking at him. he absolutely does want it he just doesn’t want people thinking about him as only a side character to his dad’s plot. he’s differenttttt guyssssss he’s so much more interestingggg 🙄

scorpius: king of delulu. like every type of delulu. have you ever seen any interaction with him and rose (“she told me to go eat rocks she wants me soooo bad 🤭”). do you remember the nicknames he gave himself. do you remember how his go-to plan was screeching at a newborn infant when he and al got stuck in time. and then he just carries on with his life like that all ain’t nothing. this is all such unreal levels of delusion it’s almost inspiring.

delphi: also unreal levels of delusion but it’s not inspiring it’s just concerning. i think the entire plot of hpcc would go under this.

teddy: so delulu it’s sort of sweet. and it’s for sure completely in the way young teenage girls use ‘delulu’ when talking about their crushes like he will get excited if his crush sends him one 1️⃣ look. he’s convincing himself that the celebrity they thirst over sort of looks like him kinda 🤔. he’s doing the name compatibility and zodiac compatibility and mbti compatibility tests online. he’s getting a palm reading done to see if they end up together. he’s writing “me and x are getting married” 300 times in his diary as a manifestation.

victoire: i feel like delulu is a scale in the shape of a horseshoe, stay with me yall. like on one side you have very delusional and that’s like scorpius level of goofiness. and that’s like comfortable delusion, in the clouds sort of delusion. and then on the other side, you’re so hyperaware of everything happening in life and all of your flaws and problems that i wouldn’t even call it grounded, at this point you’ve sunk through the ground and you’re just dangling there. to the point where this is also being delusional but you think you’re too aware to be it, and on that side you have james. and the people who are the least delusional are in the middle of the horseshoe and walk along the balance. and that’s victoire except she’s holding on for dear life to not get knocked either way. smiling through the pain though.

lorcan: lorcan will say the most mortifying thing imaginable or act super embarrassingly against his will to someone and as a coping mechanism he will actively convince himself that what he did wasnt that bad or he will comfort himself by thinking of scenarios where he did something different, so vividly to the point where he almost believes it.

lily: she’ll see a professional stunt artist or a oil painter with years of experience or a seasoned dragon trick rider and she won’t ever be impressed because she genuinely believes she could do all of that. “my toxic trait is that i think i can” ahhh.

lysander: if you look at him without an overly friendly expression on your face he’s going to believe you’re an opp.

hugo: he thinks he’s a good dancer bless his heart

roxanne: she genuinely thinks she’s a suave jock but she keeps tripping on air

dominique: when caught out in a lie during an argument, she immediately switched to “believe what you want to believe” and exits. she’ll still believe she was right too. #womeninmaledominatedfields

[toxictigertonic]

Three count em THREE whole people said they liked my headcanons and wanted more so I'm back with more, this time for how they sleep bc I think it's funny.

COYLE

- Like a damn ROCK.

- But also, extremely vigilant at the same time.

- You could pick him up, shake him, scream in his face, he sleeps. Door cracks open a little? Floorboard creaks? He's up and ready for a fight.

- I really hope he'd sleep in boxers but he strikes me as a butt ass naked kinda guy. Enter his room at your own peril he WILL fight naked.

- Sleeps with his arms to his side, stiff as a board. Dead center of the bed though so good luck if you're looking to share with him.

- Sleeps like that partly bc of military and partly bc if he sleeps on his side he drools.

- Snores like a fucking lawn mower. Has woken people up from a sound sleep bc of it. People are holding grudges.

- The sunglasses and hat stay ON.

- No blankets, no sheets. You can guess how awful this is with the whole sleeping naked thing.

- Sleep walker. Again, awful when you remember that he's nakey.

- One pillow. There is a perfectly head shaped dent in it from his bald ass dome.

GOOSEBERRY

- How many pillows can you fit on a bed? Okay now double it.

- Her bed has the comfiest blankets and the biggest quilt ever.

- Futterman gets his own pillow, so she sleeps on her back with one arm up on the pillow and the other resting on her stomach.

- This is because if he doesn't have his own pillow he'll complain. Also he'll get lost in the mess of blankets.

- She still does the Futterman voice in her sleep. Futterman talks in his sleep. Futterman does not say nice things in his sleep.

- She also talks in her sleep but she's talking about making sure the children are safe or that her pie needs to come out of the oven while Futterman says things about dental hygiene (and how you'll be taught about it whether you like it or not)

- The ONLY one of the prime assets that brushes her teeth before bed. Doesn't wash her face though.

- If she didn't have Futterman to worry about she'd be a side sleeper, pillow tucked under her head and blanket tucked up under her chin.

- She'd have one stuffed animal me thinks. I'd say it's the duck but that feels too simple. How about a mmm ratty old cat.

- Wakes up with the blankets off of her everytime. She doesn't know how it happens but it does.

- Wears the cutest pajama set ever. Futterman deserves pajamas too.

- Sleepytime tea connoisseur. Chamomile with cinnamon and honey every night.

FRANCO

- Again, God help us where do I begin.

- He is my little skrunkly so I say this all with love. Maybe. Potentially. Maybe a little hate.

- Would absolutely spend the money to get an adult sized crib to sleep in. Maybe Murkoff got him one just to make him a little less of a brat (affectionate).

- Sooooo many stuffed animals. So many. From classic stuffies to weird stuffed animals you never would've thought existed.

- He cuddles with the same one every night though, without fail. According to character ai it's a pink elephant so I'm going with that.

- I feel like he'd have a special pajama set for each weekday. Or he'd wear whatever the hell he was wearing during the day to bed. Not sure which.

- If he doesn't have the binky he'll resort to thumb sucking, he won't sleep if he can't have one or the other.

- Also needs sound to sleep, a silent room makes him antsy. Typically has cartoons going.

- (Sad one for those of you who like angst) Dreams about what life could've been like if he had a happy family. Wakes up in tears every time.

- (Cute one to apologize for that) He's clingy as all hell. If someone were to sleep in the same bed as him they'd become his human teddy bear. Good luck getting up this mother fucker has Grip and is so starved for positive attention.

- He wakes up groggy as hell. Give him 30 minutes after he's gotten up bc before then he barely remembers where he is.

- Kicks in his sleep. And they're not gentle kicks either that little bastard is MEAN.

- Drools, sorry not sorry.

- If you pet his head he'll be out like a light :)

Let me know if there are any specific headcanons you'd like to hear out of my noggin because I promise I have plenty. I can talk about these freaks alllll day.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day nineteen: Dancing with Sebek

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: I just realized that i don't write enough for sebek, despite liking him very much. He, as Cater, is a multifaceted character and one of my favorite so this is mainly fluff bcs he deserves ♡♡♡

The grand ballroom was alive with flickering candlelight, casting soft shadows across the polished floor while the sound of violins and piano echoed all around. The Halloween masquerade buzzed with laughter and music, the air filled with the sweet scent of autumn spices.

The moment his emerald eyes met yours, you felt a flutter in your chest. He was simply handsome.

You stood to the side, a bit overwhelmed by the spectacle around you, your cloak swirling gently as you shifted the weight from one let to the other. As you gazed at the couples twirling in elegant dances, you felt a familiar presence beside you.

“There you are, my love,” Sebek said softly, his voice warm and inviting. He looked dashing in his tailored suit, deep green fabric adorned with intricate silver accents.

"I guess, I got too lost inside my head,” you replied, managing a shy smile. “I was just admiring everything. The ballroom, the dance and the song is so good too.”

Sebek reached out, his hand enveloping yours with a comforting grip. “May I have this dance?”

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth as he gently pulled you into his embrace. He guided you toward the dance floor, his touch careful yet confident. As the music played, he began to lead you in a slow waltz, the rhythm flowing like a gentle tide.

His arms were strong from the years he spent training under Lilia, and as they circled around you, his hand intertwining with your, you instantly felt safe and warm.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you asked, glancing around at the decorations and the other couples. Everyone had a different costume; you spotted at least three vampires, a few mummies, werewolves and some famous characters from random movies.

Every little detail created a magical atmosphere, and you felt a sense of wonder at being part of it all. Of having something familiar here in Briar Valley. You were the one to explain human customs for Malleus, you dear friend, and he organized such event in your honor.

So much had happened in the blink of your eyes; years were spent. You finished your education in this world and found love, settled somewhere nice. Yet never found your way back home. A part of you still wanted to go and at the same time, you didn't. You had so many ties in this world now. And so much time had already passed in the world.

“It is,” Sebek agreed, his gaze focused entirely on you, bringing your attention back to the present moment. “But it pales in comparison to you.” He spun you gently, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound brightening the space between you.

His laughter joined yours, a warm sound that made your heart swell. A sound that was almost entirely for you. “You always know how to make me smile,” He said, pulling you back into his arms. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you moving together in perfect harmony.

“I always look forward to moments like this with you,” He said, his tone softening and his sincerity wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making you feel cherished and safe.

Sebek always made you feel safe. Even when you two were just students bickering and arguing about stupid things, or, when your classmates picked in you because you were magickess.

Not that you ever needed magic to kick someone ass. Your first date happened right after a fight you had, Sebek took care of your wounds and screaming, he asked you out.

“I love spending time with you,” you replied, leaning your head against his shoulder as you swayed together. “You always make everything feel special.”

“I want you to feel that way always,” Sebek said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve to be treated like the treasure you are. For me, you were and is special!”

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

As the music flowed on, you couldn’t help but admire the way he moved with such grace. His eyes, intense yet tender, held a depth that made your heart race. “You’re always so protective of me,” you said, a hint of curiosity in your tone. “Do you really think there’s that much to worry about?”

His expression shifted slightly, a seriousness crossing his features. “You’re far too precious to me to take any risks,” he replied, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to assure you of his unwavering support. “I want to be there for you, always. Even more now that things are changing and Waka-sama is showing his open support to humanity.”

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. “I know I can always count on you,” you assured him. “That means more to me than you know.”

A soft smile spread across his lips, and he leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll protect you from anything that tries to threaten your happiness, my love. I promise.”

The song began to draw to a close, but neither of you moved to break the spell that had settled between you. Instead, you savored the moment, wrapped in each other’s presence. Sebek’s gaze held you captive, a mix of admiration and devotion shining brightly in his eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice steady and sincere. “More than I can express.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection as you searched his gaze. “I feel so lucky to be with you.”

As the music faded into silence, Sebek tightened his embrace, his smile warm and content. Together, you stood in a sanctuary of your own, two souls entwined, unbreakable.

[hughiecampbelle]

Disfavor (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,330

A/N: I love my family, I do, but sometimes I think I'm better off on my own. I'm humiliated and embarrassed and sexualized and my every flaw is made up to be some sort of joke. I'm scrutinized for being too quiet, too in my shell, but when I speak up, I'm laughed at or ignored or made fun of. It makes me feel like there is something innately wrong with me, like I'm a failure and a weirdo and I don't deserve the same kind of love my brother and cousins get. I've made mistakes, of course I have, but it seems like they're put on blast compared to my cousins. I sobbed in the bathroom bc my mum was going on and on about me not having a license or a plan or anything, like I'm some huge burden on her when all I do is try to help, when all I do is try to make myself smaller and easier to digest. I thought I escaped it with my stepdad, but sometimes they're just as bad. It hurts so much more knowing she thinks like this and feels the need to tell my aunt and uncle and grandparents. I know I'm too sensitive, I know it's my fault for crying and overreacting. I just thought I was safe from it with this side of the family when the other side has never cared about me. I thought that they took me in and accepted me, faults and all.

I’m a mess, you laugh, but what comes out is pathetic and sob-like. Wiping your eyes, attempting to present yourself, half-heartedly, together. In one piece rather than fragmented, serrated edges held together with desperate hands, holding yourself, mimicking the kind of love you know you’re undeserving of. He moves from the doorway, the light bright and blinding. Slowly, he shuts it, the two of you left staring at one another. The tears keep falling despite your best efforts. Rubbing your eyes, hoping he won’t notice the redness, the bloodshot, the gleam and extra shine. Hoping he won’t notice you’ve disappeared from the gathering, carrying yourself up the stairs, seeking asylum in a place without people. A bedroom. How cliche. A place you can throw yourself into and cry like a child. It’s, but the word can’t come out. You can’t manage to finish the line. It’s what? Hard to explain. It’s something you created for yourself. It’s your fault, you think, and the ending feels right. It’s all your fault. 

You make yourself smaller. Quieter. Less opaque. You hide yourself, hoping it won’t draw attention to you. Your life. Your body. Everything you’ve ever done and everything you will do. You listen and smile along, watching others receive praise, watching others receive accolades and approval. Hoping, stupidly, that they will acknowledge the effort you have put in, the thought and intentionally behind your life. Hoping, like a baby, an idiot, a fool, that they will show you the same kind of tenderness. Why would they, though. Why would they when you have done nothing for them to celebrate. How selfish you are for thinking you deserve it. How naive you are for thinking you could be on the same level as them. And so, you drink a little more and you eat a little less and you blend into the background. You place yourself among the wallpaper, holding your breath, watching your skin turn colors you have never seen in order to camouflage yourself. In order to protect yourself. They still see you, though. Predators and prey, you can run and hide, but their teeth will always find you. They will sink their incisors in the fleshiest parts of you and call it love. Affection. Adoration. They will tear you limb from limb, play with your tendons and chew through your muscles. They will chew on your bones. They will do all of this and wonder why you’re hurting. Why have you flinched? 

Your heart was not made as others are. Something is missing. A wall, a kind of shield or armor. Something vital to survival has been lost. The bone across your breast has ceased to exist and all that protects you is a flap of skin. Perhaps it was never there in the first place. It doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s not there and now you watch it, feel it, beat outward, thumping vulnerable where anyone can press and play and squeeze. Where anyone can poke and prod and laugh when you pull back, tears stinging your eyes. It was made sensitive. Too sensitive, you correct. Not equipped for the life you have, the blood you come from, the family you derive from. It is not made for the harshness of reality. The blame is put on you, then. It is your fault you cry. It is your fault. You take things too seriously, you hurt when you shouldn’t, you overreact. You repent. You fall to your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness. You are ashamed of the way you act, doing everything in your power not to let them get to you, not to let yourself feel too deeply. You take it out on yourself instead. It is better this way. The bruises will heal eventually. Let them degrade you. Let them point and laugh and hate. Let them humiliate you. Isn’t that what they’re supposed to do? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to put up with? You’re the problem, not them. 

When it becomes too much, when it stings a little too much and you can no longer keep yourself together, you excuse yourself. You disappear into the house, doing a poor job of concealing your emotions. You find the nearest refuge and shut the door and pretend this isn’t happening again. Pretend that you are not at fault, that you are not wrong. He has learned to follow you. Quietly, so that you do not take off running. When he cannot find you, when they shrug off your absence, that is when he goes searching. He cannot rely on sound alone. You have learned to sob quietly so as not to disturb anyone, so as not to ruin the night for anyone else. Eventually, he finds you. Sniffling, the water running, any attempt to hide. Knocking quietly, he comes in before you can let him. Before you can play pretend and beg him to go back, afraid of getting caught. A deer in the headlights. You have tried, in the past, to move further into the body, the house, locking yourself in a bathroom, splashing cold water on your face until you feel ready to rejoin society. To hide, your back against the locked door, where you can finally let go of control and sob. He must be gentle in his movements. He must be soft so that he doesn’t spook you. 

You don’t say anything, just watch him move towards the bed, laying on his side, looking up at you. Again you try to feign happiness, abiding his eyes, realizing what you must look like. Hiya, he says, and you can hear their laughter from outside. Muffled, subdued. Hi, you whisper back, searching his face for his thoughts. Roman has always been unreadable, though. Do you, you start, but realize how silly it will sound. Instead you sniffle, playing with a loose strand of thread on the quilt. Do you think I’m being too sensitive? Those brown eyes. Puppy dog. So sad and sincere and hurt, as if you had just slapped him. Stinging. Of course not, he says quickly, then with a smile: Do you think they’re being fucking idiots? You shrug, your fingers tracing the string. They’re not bad people, you justify, as you have justified before. As you have repeated in your head over and over. They don’t mean it, you reinforce, and you can tell he is thinking, choosing his words carefully. He opens his mouth, but closes it, deciding against it. Do you want me to beat them up? You laugh a real laugh this time, your fingers moving from the bed to his shirt. A distraction. Necessary. You play with his cufflink. That’s okay, you smile, and he smiles back. 

You sit like that for a long time. Not saying anything, just enjoying one another's company. Outside, through the walls, you hear laughter and heated debates and jokes you can’t make out. He will give you as long as you need. When you’re ready, you stand, smoothing your clothes, wiping your eyes for the last time. You ask if you look okay and he keeps the comment to himself, though you know it must be crude, vulgar even, probably something like liking you better when you’re naked, and you roll your eyes. You grab your drink and his hand, bracing yourself for the worst. He stands by your side, saying very little, biting his tongue as he has learned to do over the years, respecting your wishes. The feeling after crying never leaves you, unshakable, but you will get through the night. You will be relieved when it is over like you always are. Do you want me to beat them up? Yes, you wished you had said. Yes. Hurt the way you have hurt. And then, a small voice speaks up: you will undo the damage. You will not inflict that kind of ache on anyone else. They don’t deserve it, but neither do you.

[dragonfly41777]

Requested by: @bzzyb00-96

Anything for You

Vox x GN Reader

A/n: Istg I've been watching the Newsies so much just within the past few days, like this is my third time watching it while writing this 💃 Anyways, had a lot of fun writing this! This is my first time writing anything for characters so I hope it turned out good 🙏 Also! This took a bit longer to post just because I spent like 10 hours on that damn drawing trying to get it right 💀 Next time I'm not drawing a full ass character in a pose, especially bc I won't have time during the week-

Warnings: slight cursing like twice but that's it- also might be ooc but eh, what can you do 🤷‍♀️

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It wasn't often that Vox had time to relax. A majority of his time was filled with meetings, filing out paperwork, and airing on his show. It didn't help that nearly every other day he had to deal with Valentino's constant temper tantrums. Because of this, Vox grew to appreciate your company a lot more. Your voice alone was enough to ease his aches and worries- which is why he couldn't say no to a movie night in the comfort of your shared bedroom.

"Would you want to bake something before we watch a movie? I was thinking chocolate chip cookies because we have the ingredients for it and I figured you wouldn't want to head out and buy ingredients." You said in that sickeningly sweet tone of yours. He swore you did it on purpose sometimes.

A chuckle left his lips- or, screen? "Anything for you, sweetheart." As the both of you made your way into the kitchen, you spent the remainder of the time mixing the ingredients together. Occasionally you two would bicker about what the right measurements were.

"I'm pretty sure it's half a cup of sugar, doll face." He crossed his arms in amusement.

"And I'm pretty sure I know how to read, dumbass. Look, it says one cup right there." You handed your phone to him and pointed to where it said 1 cup of granulated sugar. Just as you were about to tease him about being wrong, he burst your bubble.

"You do remember that we're halving the recipe, right? You were the one that suggested it in the first place" A smirk lit up his screen as realization dawned on you.

"Right- I knew that" Your face turned hot with embarrassment as you waved off his remark and measured out 1/2 a cup of sugar.

"Sure you did, sweetheart-"

"Oh shut up!" You elbowed him in the side with a huff, focusing on the task at hand. Vox simply chuckled before leaning in and placing a kiss on the top of your head. You had gotten used to the staticky feeling his kisses left, and even found it endearing.

After a while the cookies had finally finished baking, which you had all but shoved Vox away insisting you take it out of the oven. "Stand back, Princess, wouldn't want you frying your circuits now." He scoffed at the remark, leaning against the counter as you put on oven mitts and carefully grabbed the tray of freshly baked cookies. The sweet aroma filled the air around the both of you making you wish you hadn't halved the recipe.

Vox made his way into the pantry to grab a package of popcorn and

The two of you settled into the couch once the snacks were prepped and turned on a random shitty romcom- as Vox had put it. The movie slowly became background noise as his attention focused on you curled up by his side. He had to admit, it all seemed so domestic with you. Healthy relationships were foreign to him before you entered his life if that wasn't apparent with Valentino. Even while he was alive he always spent too much time focusing on his work to have a lasting relationship. You, on the other hand, were always so patient and caring with him- you knew he had a lot on his plate with being the head of VoxTech and made sure he took breaks, made sure he ate and drank, and you let him know if he did anything wrong. And God was he grateful for you. He always asked himself what he did to deserve someone like you... but despite it all, the one thing that ran through his head was how he would do anything for you. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, his screen resting there for a few seconds before focusing his attention back onto the movie.

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Hope you all enjoyed this one! I genuinely don't think I like it 🥰 But that could just be because I was too distracted by the Newsies soundtrack while writing this 🧍‍♀️

[the-xolotl]

What I think your Hazbin Hotel fav says about you

Pt. I ; Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Lucifer, Angel

A/N: these are entirely my opinions based on what each of the characters have meant for me. i’m a psych major and like doing lil analysis of things so it’s for funsis nothing else XD and i’m writing these with adult personalities in mind ! just fyi

it’s kinda long, fair warning, lots of text.

—• TAGS: none, completely sfw

ᯓ፥Charlie ꪆ

Starting off with the MC herself; I can see her being a fav bc you are the sunshine coded individual that likes to do things diplomatically first, handles situations with words first and foremost as well as enthusiasm and optimism. You’ll always see the bright side of things and like to see the good in people.

So probably relate a lot to her.

You have a tendency to put others way above yourself and your own needs, most of the time unconsciously so.

Maybe you’re the mom-friend of the group. You’re the most caring and giving out of your surrounding friends or family.

Which kinda makes me think you may have a mix of daddy and mommy issues.

However sometimes your kindness is taken for weakness and naivety when that couldn’t be further from the truth. You’re not unaware of the world around you, in fact you’re probably someone who understands a little too good, so you choose to give positivity to the sea of negativity.

You’re highly emotionally intelligent, mature and likely find yourself always taking the reign in things. You’re a doer, determined to see everything you put your mind to to completion, lots of initiative in many aspects.

A WORKAHOLIC. Completely unaware of that aspect tho. Or just unintentionally so. Bc you are so determine on projects you give 120% and don’t stop until it’s completed.

You probably find comfort in her character in some ways; either bc you see yourself in her or strive to find a person like her who will see your redeeming qualities when you can’t, and want to help you grow as a person.

You aren’t a strict planner or someone who sticks 100% with a plan but do like to have an outline at least. Even if you have to improv further down the line at least you have an idea of wtf you’re doing.

So you can also roll with being spontaneous, you can easily think of a loose path to follow and roll with it whenever.

You’re very enjoyable company !! Smile and laugh is contagious, it’s impossible to not feel good around you.

ᯓ፥Vaggie ꪆ

You struggle a lot with imposter’s syndrome so let me be the one to tell you; you deserve good things, you belong in good places and with the people you love and love you back.

You’re likely the person everyone turns to for a voice of reason.

You’re very headstrong, you’re the decision maker in whatever circle you run.

Ms./Mr./Mx. Hyper-Independent™️

You’re likely also the mediator. Are you the middle child in your family?

You’re a perfectionist to a fault, and fear failure. Sometimes you need a little reassurance.

However, you’re an exceptional lover. You’re loyal, attentive, your love language might be acts of service and/or words of affirmation.

You greatly value those around you and just want to help them be successful.

Sometimes you’re too strict with yourself, even with others but you mean well.

Despite anything though, you have a pretty firm grasp in your sense of self, you know who you are and what you want in life.

You stand up for yourself, you don’t let anyone push you around; you’re the scary dog privileges.

And even if you sometimes come across as hard around the edges, you’re quite soft on the inside. You still choose to act with kindness even if someone doesn’t deserve it. But you’re good at killing with kindness.

You give me Taurus energy. And despite the bullet-point above you have made grown men cry. You’re kind but you are capable of hurting with your words if you so choose.

ᯓ፥Alastor ꪆ

I’ll just get it out of the way: raging daddy issues

But the kind of daddy issues that come from resentment and anger at a fatherly figure or men that remind you of that fatherly figure.

You neither want fatherly comfort nor find someone that is a good fatherly figure. You don’t need it, you’ve been this long without it so what’s the point ?

Maybe you’re likely even the type of person who comforts others but don’t want/let others comfort you. You don’t need others, others need you.

You value your privacy, very reserved about your personal life. Keeping everything close to the vest do to the load of trust issues you carry.

Definitely into older partners (more specifically older men)

Unless you don’t do dating or physical relationships. In this case you maybe find yourself being the older friend of a group of friends.

You don’t have a parental bone in your body but you have this innate need to make sure others never feel the way you did; alone, helpless. This whether you admit it or not.

Much like our resident Radio Demon you have an appreciation for the entertainment and may take some sadistic pleasure in watching the people you don’t care for fail (especially those who have wrong you in the past).

But if not giving a fuck was an olympic sport you’d be a gold medalist. You are winning the 'idgaf war' every time, bc you don’t need to retaliate immediately when someone does do you wrong either, remaining unbothered knowing that person will do themselves in.

You like to play the long game in some situations, waiting for the right time to make a move.

You don’t have time for bullshit, time costs and yours comes at a high rate. You rather get to the point than run circles. And the biggest pet-peeve is getting lead on in any way just to ultimately waste your time and get nothing out of it.

In most circumstances you don’t do anything without receiving a benefit from it unless it’s the people you truly care about. Everything has a price, a lot of things you do are for self fulfillment (Not in a negative way. You value yourself and know your worth)

You’re also a go-getter. Not waiting around for opportunities to just fall on your lap you go and make your own opportunities and open your own doors.

However one of your biggest flaws is overestimating yourself which ultimately leads you to feel like you failed at something when really you didn’t, you didn’t reach the intended goal even if the outcome was fine. Pride comes before the fall, for sure (And you’re trying to work on it. Kinda).

But you do have an issue with feeling like you’re absolutely invincible no matter what.

You have your own skeletons in the closet. Things you don’t like looking back on, decisions you regret to this day bc they shaped more of your life than you intended. But here you are persevering in one piece. If maybe a little jaded to the world around you, but in one piece. Good job.

ᯓ፥Lucifer ꪆ

You and Alastor fans are two sides of the same coin but with marked differences.

Daddy issues here too, but the ones who actually want a good fatherly figure. One you often find from a mentor or someone to give you affection and/or guidance.

You’re less likely to seek these out in romantic relationships as really what you want is to heal your inner child.

You heard More Than Anything, cried bc it’s a beautiful song than cried harder wondering why couldn’t someone love you like that.

More than anything (ba-dum-tsss) you crave to be protected, you can do it yourself, you have been. But you’re tired. You want someone else to do it for a changed, see you for who you are and love you unconditionally.

I have the feeling you’re the oldest child of a broken home that had to be a 3rd parent at a young age to your even younger siblings and it hurt like a bitch having to leave them once you were able to get out of your parent’s house. But you couldn’t stay there a second longer.

It’s also likely in your upbringing you were seen as the black sheep of the family, whatever the reason may have been. That’s something that still hurts to this day even through the no-contact you’ve likely established.

You have a lot of love to give but often don’t know how to express it or measure it. In the sense that you love too hard or too little, but you care so much. You really do.

And this is why you probably have a lot of people coming to your for a shoulder to cry on, because what you will do is protect the ones you care about the way you wish someone did you in your worse times. This is where your over abundance of love comes the most handy.

BUT behind all of this there’s also a high spirit that can be the life of any party. You have a unique magnetism and easy going personality despite anything that makes people gravitate towards you.

ᯓ፥Angel ꪆ

You have likely been through some awful shit (I’m sorry you had to go through that, me too 🫂) and that has shaped you a lot as a person today.

Probably came out of those experiences a hyper sexual that has to constantly advocate for those of us who don’t cope the same ways others do.

Angel is like a breath of fresh air because for once you get to see a representative whose bad experiences aren’t romanticized or glamorized.

The level at which you relate to him when he yelled “It’s not an act! It’s who I need to be!” was spiritual and it left you a little broken bc you likely use your persona as a shield bc if you don’t laugh you’ll cry

You don’t like letting your past define you but the line between who you are and who’s the persona built for the public keeps thinning more and more.

The trust issues you carry are so deep sometimes you accidentally push people you care about and who care about you away.

Because you do care, so much but it’s hard to let people in not knowing who’s truly going to treat you well.

Sometimes the only was you let in are the ones who go above and beyond to climb the tall thick walls you’ve put around yourself.

But life has made you strong, resilient. You know how to defend yourself and you take no shit from anyone.

You either want Angel’s rambunctious confidence or you have it and know how to work it. (work it 💅)

Don’t forget you’re more than what you can offer people. There’s genuine value in you as the person you are, not for what you can offer.

a/n: thank you for reading. i’ll probably take a while to upload the next parts tbh !

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I request Glitchy red being followed around by a Child NPC with Ice types who he defeated..and at that moment they gained sentience/snapped outta the NPC behavior and now..travels and follows him around bc they’re like “WOAHHH YOUR SO COOL!! :00 :3” and like chats up a storm and and see him as they’re idol and as a big brother figure and wants to be friends with him headcanons? He isn’t lonely anymore! :3

Awe yeah wholesome times <3

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"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

Although it may have been humorous to the player, Glitchy Red wasn't laughing at your post-battle line at all.

Nor did he feel any sort of victory in defeating you, one of the only NPCs with a functional Pokémon battle.

You did have some high-leveled ice types for such a young trainer class, but that just reminded him of how broken this game is...and how you really weren't any different from the others.

You were merely puppeteered by scripted dialogue, standing in the same place forever as you handed him his prize: a thousand pokedollars.

Yet he didn't wanna take them. He had millions in his inventory already, but it was all useless to him.

So he tries returning them to you, insisting that you deserved it more.

But you don't even react, instead repeating that same phrase over and over again.

"Take the damn money, kid. You need it more than me."

"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

"I swear if you say that one more time..."

"I guess that's one way to-!"

"Shut up." In a small fit of frustration, Glitchy Red takes your hand and puts the money into your palm himself, fingers curling around it as he stares intensely at you with glowing eyes.

Yet his anger quickly subsides..and he wonders why tf he thought anything would be different with you.

He's just so lonely here and wishes somebody would wake up.

But after seeing you glitch, he steps back and thinks you're gonna disappear into oblivion thanks to him.

He turns away, not wanting to see it.

However he barely takes a few steps forward before he feels something grab the back of your shirt.

And it's...your hand????

"Red, it's you!! The champion!! Oh my gosh...what happened to this place? Why is everything so weird?"

He's stunned into complete silence, taking a moment to process the fact that someone must've heard him.....because you broke free of your programming!

He doesn't know how you did it or how he could've done it, but he's shocked as he watches you heal your Pokémon, bringing out the Cloyster, Dewgong, and Lapras he just defeated.

"Everyone! This is Red, and he's the coolest!! Can you believe we had a chance to fight him???" You whisper excitedly to your team, completely aware of the tall menacing glitchy man standing next to you.

Ever since then, you've been following him around the map, but mostly in Glitch City where you saw the same anomalies as him.

Yet you weren't have a total freakout or a crisis over it like he did....as you're too busy chatting about everything you admired about him.

And even though you have sentience now, you still retained your habit of using ice-related puns

He's certain you're mistaking his achievements for the actual Red's...or the version of himself in Gold that got casted as a "final boss" NPC.

However, you didn't seem aware of that. So who was he to crush your dreams?

Especially the dreams of the only other character in this cursed world that liked him and could talk to him?

Besides, being deemed a failure by his creators and basically left to rot took a toll on him....he never thought himself worthy of praise or positive attention.

Not even the words from NPCs helped, because he knew they were all scripted lines written into the game. They were empty.

But he believes yours 100% because you're alive and truly do mean them.

You wonder why he looked so angry all the time...and when he finally tells you the reason, he's afraid you're gonna run off scared.

Yet you hug him and promise to never leave his side.

That also makes him absolutely TERRIFIED of you possibly despawning/getting corrupted from touching him...

But nothing bad happens at all.

He may have shed a few tears after hugging you back, only to hide his face with his hat after letting you go....completely denying the fact he was crying.

Although he doesn't show it, he's genuinely happy not to be alone anymore and finds living here a little more bearable.

[yesimwriting]

Hi! I'm so exited that you asked for request for tasm Peter Parker, the second I saw it all I could think of is him being like, assertive..does that make sense? I don't know he's just so sassy and lovely, and I believe whole heartedly that when it comes to people he cares about he can be very pushy with them.

So like I don't just like a scenario for you to build off of, like domestic assertiveness like making his s/o take breaks when they're over working themselves like gently but firmly "suggesting" they eat something or take a nap or go out side, get fresh air you know anything. This is just something for you to go off but I'd love anything you'd make. I hope you have a lovely day :)

a/n omg i hope i captured the vibe that you described bc it's just SO GOOD like so in character and cute,, he's just meant to be a bf

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It's so much like clockwork that you don't even need to look up from your notebook to undo the latch of your fire escape. Which is a good thing, because the day has somehow managed to crawl by at a snail's pace and still slip through your fingers too quickly.

All of your homework has piled up through no fault of your own. At first, only two classes decided to share a deadline, but then another teacher assigned you an essay and another added a test on the math chapter you've understood the least. At first you thought you'd be able to push through and finish off most of your work today, giving you a decent amount of time to try to decode your calc. But now it's been hours and your eyelids are feeling heavy and you've just started a pre-test worksheet that you had forgotten about.

The now familiar groan of the fire escape being pulled open barely registers. Despite how hard you're trying to keep all your focus on the study guide, a warmth you've gotten much too used to roots itself in your stomach.

"Always unlocked." Peter's already pulled himself into your bedroom, the shift from the outside world to your room a transition he could complete with his eyes shut. "As Spider-Man, I should tell you not to for safety reasons, but it does make it easier when I'm tired."

Your eyes tear away from the page long enough to look at him. Peter's mask is already pulled up his face.

"I don't--you're tired?" You blink hard, trying to focus. "Was it..." The whole Spider-Man thing being so open is still relatively new to you. Peter's never made it feel like a particularly sore or easily triggering issue, but you know how much trust he's giving you by being this casual about it. And you're prone to worrying, to pushing and doting and wanting to wrap Peter in bubblewrap. "...Eventful?"

Peter frowns, leaning forward on the window sill. "That gets a reaction?"

You retrace your words, wondering if you've said something wrong or overly sappy. You can't find any mistakes. "What?"

He relaxes at the genuine confusion in your voice. He gives himself a second to really look at you, at the notebook on your lap. "Are you still doing homework?"

"Uh..." It's almost like the papers surrounding you are embarrassing. "Yeah, a lot of stuff's coming up." You let out a breath that doesn't exactly work as a laugh. "And I wanted to finish it early so I'd have time to ask Gwen to go over some calc stuff with me."

Peter stands slowly He's not used to this, to feeling unsure in your room or around you in general. Maybe you're trying to be passive aggressive. Did he forget something? Or stand you up or do something to upset you? He can't remember anything negative about any of your interactions, but that could just be his side of things. Maybe he's been taking advantage of you knowing his secret. It's easy to become less attentive when he can just fall back on blaming everything on Spider-Man.

"I know about calc." It feels small, almost shy.

"I know." You swallow, hoping to hide any insecurity in your voice. Peter's the most important person in your life and on days like this you don't feel like you deserve to even run in the same circles. All of the stuff you're struggling with comes naturally to him and on top of that he's a freaking superhero. Complaining about not getting math and school stress has to sound stupid and unimportant to someone who literally fights crime. "But I was going to see her tomorrow morning anyway, and it's just some basic stuff I want to make sure I get before the test on Friday."

You don't want his help. He tries not to take your reaction personally. Gwen's your friend just as much as he is and there a lot of reasons you could be waiting. Maybe you're frustrated and over trying to understand it today. Or maybe the way Gwen summarizes things makes more sense to you.

Peter stands, consciously telling himself to let it go. It's been awhile since the two of you have just gotten to peacefully co-exist. Okay, only awhile by your usual standards considering that he had hung out for awhile after school before his usual patrol. But that was mostly studying, and he misses you more than he can justify.

He picks up a notebook and a few papers scattered next to you, shuffling them neatly before sitting next to you.

"Peter."

"What?"

The amount of innocence pushed into the word forces you to look up. "I'm--" He's closer than you thought he'd be, staring at you with a partial pout. "I'm trying to do homework."

His hand shifts, pinky touching the side of your hand. "Take a break." Your head snaps up. "You've been doing it for way too long."

Your chin comes up a fraction of an inch. "Because I need to."

"You're going to burn yourself out." You want to listen, to at least pretend to be considering his opinion, but your tired and his tone is so contradicting. A touch of actual annoyance is in there, but it's undercut by an exasperated softness. Equal parts stress and a concern that'd better fit a parent correcting a child for their own good. It's too genuine and oddly nice. You smile. "I'm serious."

You recover quickly, forcing yourself to frown, "I know, but I'm seriously okay." You wish there was a way to physically prove it. "I just..." You wipe your eyes with the back of your palm, "I have to do this sometimes." Something about the way your voice softens tells him that you're not talking about just homework. "It's not always natural."

Peter turns too quickly, his knee bumping into yours. "Hey." He doesn't know where he's going with this. Doesn't know how to talk to you about these kinds of things without melting and fully exposing himself.

"You are so smart and-and good at so many things." The praise hits you straight in the chest, making warmth rush to your face. "But taking care of yourself isn't one of them."

You roll your eyes, finally finding it in yourself to look at him. "Which one of us messed up their hip two weeks ago and wouldn't go to the doctor?"

Peter sighs, "It was not messed up."

"It so was." You crane your neck to better glare at him. "You could barely walk."

He presses his lips together, fighting down a smile. "It was not that bad."

"I had to help you get to my bathroom." You keep your tone light, partially teasing, but it still doesn't feel that casual. That was the first time you had seen him that injured. It had turned your stomach so much you couldn't even overthink about how close the two of you were physically as you helped him.

That was almost your breaking point. You wanted to get him to a hospital. The two of you could have come up with some kind of story to justify the injuries that wouldn't have outed him as Spider-Man. But Peter practically begged you to let it go, to just patch him up like usual and let him crash in your room for the night. You wanted to push, but he had been so insistent and nice as he tried to comfort you. You caved. You always cave.

"I was--a little sore." The admission is reluctant. You tilt your head, eyebrows raising as if to say that you've made your point. "Not the same." He says it like that should take away from your feeling of victory, but it really doesn't. "I'm serious, you can't work yourself sick."

You let out a small sigh. If it was coming from anyone else, you'd be annoyed enough to tell them off. But this isn't anyone, it's Peter who's trying to mother hen you to death for no other reason than worry.

You reach for his arm, fingers gently squeezing just above his wrist. "I'm not sick." He turns his hand over. "It just--it's not always natural to me...and I have to make up the difference."

"Don't do that." Your pointer finger drags down the face of his palm. "You're too smart not to see it." Peter 's hand shifts into a fist, trapping your pointer finger. "And you're too smart to burn yourself out."

There's no way for you to get any response out, so you just stare at where your fingers tangle together. "I'm okay, I just need to keep my calc grade up."

He's close enough now that when he lets out a tired breath you can feel it against the side of your head. You can't remember moving closer. "And if you fall asleep in class or can't focus because you're exhausted."

"That doesn't--" You don't know what to say. That that doesn't count, that that kind of thing doesn't happen to you. You know that Peter's just trying to help, but you're not in the mood for reason and understanding. You just want to feel like you have it together the way everyone else seems to. "You get less sleep than me."

You push yourself further onto your bed, creating some needed space. The closer you are to Peter, the easier it is for you to melt. One inch too far and before you know it you're holding hands or his head is on your shoulder and your fingers are gently combing through his hair.

A part of it feels petulant and a little silly. He's your best friend, you don't know why you're starting a competition over whose worse at self care.

"Yeah," he admits easily, leaning back so that he can better look at you, "That's how I know it's hard." Peter shifts again, the movement has your notebook almost falling forward. "And I don't--" He sighs, eyes dropping down to the mess of papers between you. "I don't want that for you." The words are mumbled quietly, his attention focusing on organizing your notebooks and paper.

It's enough to get you to visibly soften. He's just looking out for you the way you want to look out for him. "I know, it's just--" You watch Peter tap his pile of your notes against his leg, straightening them out. "It all has to get done and I--I see everyone just getting it and doing all these other things and I'm barely holding on to the bare minimum."

Peter stops. "What?" He immediately sets down your notes in favor of reaching for your hand. "You can't--" He squeezes your fingers, more for his own sake than more. "Getting the grades you do isn't the bare minimum and you're--" Peter stops himself from gushing over how smart he thinks you are. "Is that why you don't want me to help you with calc?"

Spider-Man has made his life harder in a lot of ways, but he never thought it'd hurt his relationship with you. It's been a conscious choice. You're a priority.

Maybe he's been talking about it too much...coming off like he thinks he's that in important when in reality he just wants to impress you. Is that it? Have his attempts to seem cool and brave and like a guy worth your attention come off as ego?

"Is..." He isn't sure where to start. "Is this because of..." Peter can't bring himself to say it, so all he does is lift the hand still holding onto the mask.

"No," you blurt out a little too quickly, "I-I mean I don't think so, at least not fully." You sigh, embarrassed that this even needs to be a conversation. "It's that you're balancing that and your grades perfectly and Gwen's got her internship and one week of extra assignments is all it takes to throw me off. And it feels like I always need help with this stuff." You briefly squeeze your eyes shut, unsure how you even admitted that. "And now I'm officially terrible friend. I suck."

Peter pulls your intertwined hands forward, settling your fist on his knee. "No, you're not." You give him a look that says you don't buy a word of it. "You do so much, even if you don't see it." He drags his thumb across your knuckles. "You help me a lot."

You don't feel like you do. Peter's the one going out and taking the hits every night. The most you do is research certain local crimes and patch him up the best you can. That's nothing compared to everything he does for everyone. It's not a competition, but you definitely don't feel okay adding to his work load. "Peter--"

"I'm serious, do you think I could do everything I do without knowing that you're here?" Peter's expression blanks. Too much. Way too much. "And that--that you're ready to help clean me up and-and research all that--" He cuts himself off again. There is no good way to comfort you without accidentally admitting how much he cares. "Crime stuff."

Despite yourself, you smile, "Crime stuff?"

Instead of taking the bait and falling for your slight teasing, he holds onto his point. "You get what I mean." He lets go of his mask in order to squeeze your hand between both of his. "You're important and so smart, even if you're not always smart enough to see it."

Heat rushes to your face. "Okay." A reluctant retreat. Peter secretly indulges in his victory. "Help me with calc?"

"Okay," Peter agrees easily, "Tomorrow, though, because you need sleep."

You roll your eyes, "You are such a mom sometimes."

"You're the one that wants to get Spider-Man a jacket."

You let out a mock gasp. That suggestion had been a joke. Kind of. "First off, I was kidding." Eh. "And second, it gets cold in the winter and your suit's so thin."

Peter grins before taking his hands back. You frown a little at the loss of contact, but try to recover quickly. "Can I stay over?" He wraps his arms around himself, exaggerating the chill in the air by moving his hands up and down his arms. "Because it's so...cold?"

You fight down a laugh, reaching over for a pillow to hit him in the shoulder. Honestly, Peter's found some lame excuses to sleep over, but recently it's like he's not even trying. Which is perfectly okay with you--if he's tired, he's tired. And also, it's always kind of nice when Peter stays over. Nicer than it should be. "I should lock you out and let you freeze."

"Mhm," he hums, pushing himself to his feet, "Do I have any--"

You pick up your homework so that by the time he gets back from changing, Peter will have space to lay down. "Top drawer, I threw your sweatpants and some of your shirts in the laundry the other day, so they're good to go."

Peter lets himself smile once his back is into you. He can't remember ever giving the whole domestic thing much thought before he started crashing here kind of regularly. Your parents are rarely an issue, both of them have long commutes to work which means they're usually asleep by the time Peter can swing in and they leave for work in such a rush that if they do check on you before leaving, Peter only has to worry about hiding for a second, and his extra sense always warns him in time. They're a lot less likely to catch him bruised and injured than his aunt.

"You're perfect." The honestly of his words leaves his face hot. It's a good thing he's still not facing you.

You're still too busy organizing your school stuff for tomorrow morning to notice the way that sentimentality swells in his throat. "Mhm."

"I mean it," he pulls open the drawer, taking out what he needs to sleep, "You need to give yourself more credit or I'm going to do it for you."

Warmth begins to crawl up your chest. Why is your best friend the kindest, most understanding, overwhelmingly pretty person you've ever met? "That's the worst threat I've ever heard."

Peter shuts the drawer and turns towards your bedroom door. Your bathroom is just down a short hall, and as long as he's quiet, he won't get caught. "That's because it's not a threat."

You move to sit at the edge of your bed, "Oh, are you--" Asking if he needs any kind of patching up still feels awkward. You're not sure why...there's nothing even remotely feely about it even though it's overly touchy, even by your standards. "Did you get hurt at all, or--?"

"Oh," he shakes his head once, "No, I'm--" Peter knew you'd ask, you always do because he doesn't always love showing you the more tolerable bruises and cuts until you give him those soft, worried eyes. But he's actually fine tonight, which means that he didn't really have an excuse to stop by and sleepover. "I'm good tonight, just a little tired."

You nod, expression so casual Peter can't read much from it. Maybe you're so used to him crashing by now that you don't even need to think through the reasons. "Good. I like when you're safe."

Fondness tugs at Peter's chest. "I'm always safe."

You roll your eyes as he slips out the door. A few minutes later, Peter comes back. You're already laying in bed, beneath the covers, face only illuminated by your small, bedside lamp and cell phone screen.

"I know I said you need sleep..." You push yourself to sit up a little straighter. "But if you wanted to watch something for a little bit..."

He trails off, trying to push against the slight guilt of selfishness. Most nights when he stays over, Peter tries to time his arrival to give you two enough time to watch something on TV. The two of you usually fall asleep too quickly to care what's on, but it does make it easier to get close to you. If you guys watch TV first, he can find a window to hold your hand or pull an arm around your shoulder.

But you really do need sleep tonight.

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds nice." You push yourself a little more to your side of the bed. "Just for a little." Both of you know that the TV will be on until whoever falls asleep first has drifted off. The one that's still awake will have to search the bed for a remote.

"Cool," Peter agrees, walking around your bed to turn the bedside lamp off, "Wanna watch the show from last time?"

You nod lazily before finding the remote. Peter gets into bed as you adjust the volume before opening the right streaming service. With a few clicks, your show is on. As the intro roles onto the screen, you drop your head onto Peter's shoulder.

"Hey," he whispers, knowing you're half asleep, "You can't let yourself get stressed out like that and not--" He trusts you so much, and he wants you to be able to feel the same way for him. "Not tell me about it, okay?" He finds your arm in the dark, fingers instinctually drawing patterns against the inside of your wrist. "Please?"

You try to sit up a little straighter, but all you actually do is just read your head more fully on him. "Okay." It's a fair request considering the way you bully him into admitting to every new cut and bruise, no matter how small. "I promise." He trails his nails down your arm, "I'd pinky promise, but I'm too tired."

Peter lets out a partial breath, amusement trying to disguise itself as annoyance. He moves his hand, taking his time to find your pinky. He bends his around yours. "Do you only keep me around to do things for you?"

Even though the joke is the complete opposite of everything he's just said, you still smile as you let out a mock gasp. "No, I keep you around 'cause you're pretty."

The teasing comment is worse than the kind of response you'd throw at him if you were more awake. He's suddenly glad he turned off your bedside lamp before laying down. "I'm pretty?"

A second passes and no response. Not even a hum of acknowledgement. Carefully, Peter leans forward and sees that your eyes are shut and your breathing has evened out.

[pvlvsdog]

any sinclair EGO x reader? whichever your favorite(s) is/are, but i can see at least half of them being pretty freaky when loving someone…

Haiii ∪･ω･∪ I picked Cavernous Wailing for this one. Definitely freakier ones exist, but this one has potential. Well, he’s less so freaky and more so just,,, messed up. I’m assuming it’s based on the story where a disobedient frog-son (or was it a toad?) finally tries to follow his mothers word after she dies, but fails still? I mean, yk, she tells him to burry her by the river bc she assumes he won’t do that, since he’s a bad son, but he does. I vaguely remember a version where the water would either dig her up or like it washed the grave away, but I think the most popular (and original) one was that the reason for his crying was that he was worried that her resting place would get disturbed. Anyhow, I will go with this as like, the vibe of the character because oh my, that certainly gives me stuff to work with^^

Warnings: s/h tendencies, poorly disguised mommy issues, unhealthy dynamics, mentions of being fed (he’s just not normal about that one hhhh), sex mention kind of, UNEDITED

I think he’s guilt ridden, grief fills him and he can not forgive himself for his past. Just like our limbus Sinclair, this one truly believes himself to be the Cain, a prodigal son. There’s a soft resignation in the way he conducts himself, a pain that lingers throughout his days. When you grow closer to him, he’s scared. He has not forgiven himself. Maybe never will. And you’re so good, so important to him. Though he can’t bring himself to disclose his past, out of utter shame and pain it brings him, it keeps him up at night. You treat him so good. As if he was your equal. You do not know what he really is, you’re not aware of the sins that taint his very being. To stay by his side makes you a saint. A very pitiful one at that, wasting your limited time on someone so lowly. He’s trying to do better. But he’s not well enough for his definition of better to be very healthy. That is to say - whatever is your will, it goes without questions. He’s very obedient, he doesn’t dare to question anything you say. He’s too paranoid. He can’t go though this all over again. The guilt, in case something happens, can’t double. He wouldn’t survive that. Though he doesn’t care much about surviving these days. So even if something you’re asking for or something you are doing puts him though discomfort, you won’t hear a peep from him. Even if it hurts, even if it makes him feel bad. You won’t even know. His expression is too saddened most of the time anyway, so it’s not like you will be able to read from it properly. And he doesn’t believe he deserves to speak up. If it’s painful, good, let it hurt. He should hurt. Though, it doesn’t mean he won’t be a bit overbearing. He says you can leave at any time. Honestly, yeah, he won’t stop you. But even if you choose to stay, you’re the last beacon of light in his gloomy life. So he sticks to you, waits like a dog for you to give him your attention. Like a pet laying by the door, awaiting his owner to come back. He’s all yours. And all he can do is try to compensate for his entire vile being, hoping you stay. It feels selfish, letting you stay. But he can’t stop himself. Not when you’re so sweet to him, so lovely. Life’s been lonely. So he clings onto you, begging in his soul for you to please stay. You make him feel taken care of. Wanted. Needed. And the little gestures you do, your words, actions and little touches. It reminds him of home. He misses his family. Dearly misses his mum. Although he would never admit it to himself, much less to you, there is a maternal role he is subconsciously pushing onto you. Doesn’t matter your gender. Sometimes it’s draining. Taking care of him, providing endless reassurance for someone whose very presence feels heavy with death. He’s not getting better. He believes he is, it has to be the case when an angel like you is stroking his hair. Holding him. Feeding him (that’s a whole different conversation, but sweets and snacks carry a significance to him in the book and the game seems to have carried that over to the limbus version of him). That need for maternal care carries over to his sexual desires. He won’t tell you, but it’s not like he can hide it well. The hunger in his eyes when he surrenders his whole self to you is evident. There’s a certain fire hungrily enveloping his whole self with each favour you perform. He wants you to hurt him and heal him, bring him to the verge of life and nurse him back to health. All the violence inside of him had formed inward. He hates himself so much, he wants to suffer. And what a pleasure it is to suffer at hands of someone so pure. The yearning for punishment battles with the need to be guided and pampered by you, creating a cycle. And no matter when you will do with him, he will surrender wholly, with tears filling his eyes

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Finally!!! There is already a category for 烏は主を選ばない | Karasu wa Aruji wo Erabanai | Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master (Anime) on AO3. So far there are six fanfics about the series.

I don’t usually brag about my works, but I am proud of them bc I love this series so much. It occupies my life, body and soul. Most of all I want to promote others’ works as well that you might be interested in bc they deserve the attention.

@ynxnyx wrote Wakamiya’s POV on his aide’s appearance during the bride selection, Episode 11 ending. I love this drabble, not only bc it was their gift to me (first time experience on AO3. I just started writing fan fic in 2021 due to Kuroshitsuji, though I’ve been a longtime reader), but also it is on point as the anime crew emphasizes this partnership. Love it to death bc it is also my head canon.

Reading @reinekkoya’s “The Raven Does Not Care for its Hair” feels like a fly on a wall. It is like witnessing what are Yukiya and Wakamiya doing this summer. Lovely writing.

“Intimacy tastes like citrus” by quartzguts. Somewhat naughty. Somewhat sweet. Solid narrative. Yukiya, who doesn’t choose his pesky young master, Nazukihiko.

Here’s wishing that there will be others too who get to be inspired to contribute once the last episode airs. The Japanese fandom side create fics and fan arts like there is no tomorrow.

Though I honestly dread the day they will air the 20th episode. What if the interest on this show will dwindle like a host of others before? It is a diminutive fandom after all.

On the other hand, I feel envy whenever I realise that Chisato Abe concocted this universe when she was still a Waseda Uni student. So young. So talented.

What will solve this dilemma is to learn more about these wonderful characters and this world. That is, if they can release the 12 books (Part 1 composed of six volumes, Part 2 contains 4 volumes, two short stories) in English. That would be fantastic. Hopefully.

[theghostbunnie]

How do you see Max and Neil relationship? I mean I know you ship it but why specifically? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

I see them my personal fannon wise as having a really deep connection and dynamic where the lines of platonic and romantic love get blurred (when they're older) and even though they're both really terrible at communicating that verbally, and their emotions in general as people, they both just know they can be way more comfortable, honest, and vulnerable around each other than other people bc they really are each other's person. Even when I'm shipping them with other people their friendship is still greatly important in their lives.

Just a silly little HC I have but: Max is shown to be impressed with Neil's capabilities and Neil is shown to be attention and ego-driven. Even though Neil knows not to take Max's opinion too overly highly bc, c'mon it's Max, I HC Neil secretly really likes the way it feels to be "Max's exception." The asshole with few friends and is hard to impress or understand.™

I think I've said it before but I'll say it again too much of maxneil is just ""max and his boyfriend"" rather than Max AND Neil. Max being a huge fan favorite and some fans wanting to give him a romantic partner and Neil being the closest dude in arms reach. Often just focusing on what Max can receive, how Neil feels about Max, what he can do for him, ect.

I love Neil as a character, he's my silly skrimbly and deserves his own life with intricate issues, and affection, and his own needs and flaws.

Neither one of them has endless patience!! They're both very morally grey just in different ways! I love using those aspects about them to come up with angst.

More Cannon-wise though I mentioned how Max is BIG on first impressions not only that, he's goal oriented and specifically wasn't looking for friends in the first episode. When meeting Neil for the first time this kid was: A: very openly unhappy with the situation, and B: smart. Max saw Neil as useful and felt a sensation of kinship. It wasn't until he cussed and yelled out Campbell did he also find him interesting and someone to give more respect towards, due to that sensation of kinship multiplying at the display of taking no shit and yelling at authority about it.

Max still wasn't looking for friends but Neil had showed him a side of his personality that paved a good way towards that anyways. Max trusted him pretty quickly to escape with him.

We know Neil and Nikki had both been victims of bullying, (Neil mentioning being the outcasted kid himself in the Jermy Fartz episode) so they developed a heavy clingyness to their first friend. (In the episode foreign exchange campers they're incredibly distraught he didn't want to be on their team. They're watching him and getting angry/sad about it. I honestly think this same problem they have socially comes back in the recent finale. Neil and Nikki need people to like them more than Max does, he's actively seen trying to calm them down about it.)

So where Max has a "push everybody away" method Neil and Nikki have a "hold on and never let go" to an unhealthy amount. Nikki moves past this partially, Neil doesn't.

Neil had a robot he made JUST to be his friend turn on him FOR being clingy and needy. He blinked away a TEAR when Max called him temporary. Max may have saw him as a friend first but Neil more openly held it closer to his heart.

They both have way more in common than people notice, Neil isn't really the voice of reason to Max's chaos. It depends on the day. Max can loose control of a situation he created for his own gain, Neil looses control when trying to gain attention or gain lack of it actually.

When Max thought he lost Dolph to bears Neil said hope you find him! And outed, But in camp cool kidz when Max starts an uprising after Neil gives him the idea, he's the only person to willingly stay on his side.

When Neil's AI got out of hand Max was impressed, but Neil had to drag him to help. Where as when Neil was lying about the story of Hanukkah, Max tried to give him advice and help him out.

Max both simultaneously uses Neil like a henchman sometimes, but Is impressed by his actions and capabilities. Neil is VERY attention and ego-driven. Max saying he's too dumb to find something just so Neil will happily fetch it for him is him playing on that, although it's a mean move it really shows how well he knows Neil. And even openly admits Neil knows him well too.

Max was the only person who knew/Neil trusted with his bathroom issues. (I hc Neil asks Max to whistle outside the outhouse for him and Max is like "do you know how many superstitions tell you not to whistle outside at night/j" and Neil is like neither one of us is superstitions just start that remix already istg!!!)

Both of their personalities hold so many similarities as well as alot of negative traits so they do bump heads alot, unlike Nikki's behind your back type shit talk, Neil insinuates once to his face he was smarter than Max and got a foul reaction from it.

This post is a lot more messy than the Nikki one as I can probably easily break down a timeline where Max warmed up to Nikki, but with Neil he seemed to connect with him pretty quickly, in reigny day where I mentioned he was quick to shut nikki down, in the same episode he's very driven to figure out where Neil is. Their dynamic is more complicated I think bc when Max and Neil aren't getting along it's more clear and direct and often due to their similar things. Pettiness, selfishness, egotisticalness. On the other side of the same coin they act silently attached to the hip and almost above other people together.

So I guess I ship it BC I like interpreting them with that very big understanding they have of one another, that deep rooted camaraderie, balanced out with that banter of being sassy little shits but in different ways. The potential angst of when they've already become THAT close but their problems of different moral greyness get too big.

The idea of them spending nearly every day together, and deeply loving each other but never actually saying it or expressing their affection in traditional ways, yet still feeling and knowing that love is there.