#i need to start drawing him again. would be nice to finally get his features right i think

[dude-iloveu]

wouldn't it be nice to obsess over that aromantic man as his own character rather than a part of a ship once in a while? :)

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ interlude

note: this chapter is a lil shorter than usual, I just wanted to include a lil bonding moment for reader and ghost before the events of next chapter :)

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

no use of y/n reader's callsign is 'stingray'

summary: you and ghost go people watching in the local park, plus a little heart to heart

warnings: just some much needed fluff :)

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one warm shower and a couple of ibuprofen later, you're feeling mostly human again with a manageable headache and a reasonable amount of regret for how pathetic you’d acted. with time you’d get over that, especially now that ghost had finally seen the light and started treating you with some decency. admittedly though, his change in attitude threw you off earlier; you were bracing for a stern lecture and he essentially brushed it off as though it didn't matter, but you’ve decided not to dwell on that fact.

small victories, as they say.

for the very first time, the pair of you were both sitting across from each other at the tiny kitchen table, in your own worlds; the radio was faintly playing some classic rock station in the background as ghost had his nose in his book and you played some mindless game on your phone. you’d honestly prefer to be reading a good book too, but your collection was currently ash in the wind, so this would have to do.

you're tempted to try starting a conversation, the quiet was giving you far too much room to think, but on the other hand the atmosphere is so peaceful it would be a shame to ruin it.

so you set your phone down on the table and turn your eyes to ghost, watching him scan the pages, his head tilted slightly in concentration. he's washed most of the paint from around his eyes – that was probably done yesterday, not that you noticed – so only a few smudges mark his skin. with the black paint gone, you notice the raised bumps of old scars around his eyes, something you'd never paid much attention to before. you know better than to ask, but you do wonder, in the back of your mind, the stories behind all of them. examining them gives you inexplicable urge to run your fingers over them, to soothe the ache having so many of them must cause.

his dark eyes are like black holes, drawing in your attention and refusing to let you escape their grasp. you're vaguely aware of how long you've been staring at his face, but you don't care to snap yourself out of it until he speaks up.

"what?" he grumbles, not bothering to look up from the page. you quickly look away, down to where your hands idly fiddle with your phone on the table.

"question."

"hm?" he hums in acknowledgement, but still doesn't look at you. normally you'd give up at this point, assuming he was completely uninterested in what you had to say, but this time you decide to push your luck.

"you fancy a walk to the park?"

finally, he meets your eyes, looking up through his light eyelashes and blinking once as he contemplates his answer. you resist the urge to break eye contact as he stares right through you.

"...alright." he says, wedging his bookmark between the pages and sets the book down on the table.

you weren't expecting him to say yes, but you're pleasantly surprised that he did; it felt slightly surreal that after all this time, you were finally becoming friends with ghost. your eyes follow him as he stands, leaving the room to, presumably, change his mask while you sit there with a bewildered look on your face.

a minute or so passes before you hear his voice again. "you comin'?" he calls from the entryway, bringing you back to the present.

"oh– yeah, one second!" you jump up from your chair and rush to get ready as well. the grin you wore as you rushed past him to fetch your jacket was unconscious, the feeling lighting up your features and overshadowing and lingering thoughts from the night before.

a few moments later you're tugging your boots on and you're both walking out the door together, side by side. for once it's actually a nice day, so the short walk to the park is a pleasant one under the blue sky and warm sunlight.

"sorry again, for last night. i think that's gonna haunt me for the rest of my life." you look over to ghost with an apologetic expression, and you can't help but feel that the expression he gives back is one of amusement despite not being able to see half his face.

"that's twice you've screamed at me now." he says, keeping pace with you for a change rather than marching ahead as he usually does.

"i didn't scream at you!" you attempt to defend yourself, but thinking back on it you change your mind. "alright, the second time maybe i did,"

"maybe."

"but the first time, i was very collected." you continue. "it was quite satisfying, to be honest."

"i suppose i deserved it." his gaze falls to the ground and, even though he's right – he did deserve it – you do feel a little bad.

"seriously, though," you continue, "thank you, for looking after me last night. you didn't have to, and i know you didn't want to, but i really appreciate it."

"anyone would'a done the same…" he mutters, bringing a hand up to scratch awkwardly at the back of his head. you get the feeling he's not used to people showing their appreciation for him, which only encourages you to carry on.

"and thanks for taking me in, i know having some random idiot in your house is the last thing you want." you give him a warm smile as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

"well, you're not just any idiot, are you?" he says, earning a questioning tilt of your head. "you're sting. the idiot."

a genuine laugh escapes you, the first one in a long time, and you gently nudge ghost's arm with your elbow.

"oh, lovely, thanks mate." you chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. you see his eyes lift in a barely noticeable smile, the sight causing a warm feeling to bloom in your chest.

you arrive at the park fairly quickly, finding yourselves an out of the way bench to occupy under the partial shade of a nearby oak tree. you're enveloped by a comfortable silence as you both simply observe the beauty of nature and bask in the feeling of the sun on your face.

you're not sure how long the two of you sit there in each other's company, but you find yourself subconsciously drifting closer to him, close enough that your knees just about touch. you're sure he notices – there isn't much that gets by him – but he doesn't show it.

"did you hear they figured out how the fire started?" you keep your voice low to preserve the peaceful quiet, turning your head to look at him as you ask.

"oh yeah? how?"

"ugh…" you groan with the annoyance the memory bring up. "my stupid neighbour left a fucking candle burning all night, the twat."

"what a fuckin' idiot…" he glances briefly in your direction, a sympathetic frown on his face.

"i can never look at candles the same way again, they're tainted now." you drag a hand over your face and shake your head to rid yourself of the thought.

there's another pause in the conversation as you stare ahead, watching the trees sway in the breeze and all the people going about their lives, everything cast in a golden glow from sun.

you don't want it to end, the way the two of you are now. this is the most you've ever spoken to echother, outside of arguments, and you really want to make the most of it.

"nice weather today, right?" you try to keep him talking to you, and you're considering the fact that he hasn't told you to shut up yet as a good sign.

"hm." ghost hums and leans his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. "you gonna ask me what my favourite colour is again?"

"c'mon, throw me a bone here." you turn your body to face him more. "actually what is it, though?"

"...green."

"i knew it!" you exclaim, a triumphant grin pulling at your lips. "it makes sense, you just have 'dark green' vibes."

"i'll take your word for it."

it's difficult to know what to talk about with him, seeing as you've never actually been friendly before and you've already used the only small talk question you could think of.

"hmm…" your eyes roam over the park, looking for something to give you an idea. eventually you land on a scrappy little white dog, with possibly the worst haircut you've ever seen. "look at that woman's dog," you point it out to ghost, snickering at the way it was resisting its owner as she pulled it along. "i feel bad for the little guy."

"is that a dog? thought it was an oversized rat."

"oh my god!" you snort a laugh, covering your mouth with a hand and throwing your head back. you hear ghost chuckle lightly beside you, and when you turn your head to look back at him you find him already looking at you.

all other thoughts leave your mind when you see how his eyes glow a golden colour in the light of the sun. you feel the tips of your ears heating up and quickly face forward again before he has a chance to notice.

luckily another distraction presents itself almost immediately, in the form of a well-dressed office worker sprinting past you at full speed.

"wow," you mutter, your eyes following him as he disappears around a bend in the path, "he's not hangin' about."

"maybe he left a candle burnin'." ghost looks back to you, a playful glint in his eyes you're not sure you've ever seen on him.

you can't help the grin that pulls at your lips at his terrible joke. "aw, ghost," you groan, gently shoving him as he chuckles at your reaction, "you're wrong for that one."

ghost slouches into the bench as you both look back out across the park, shifting so his thigh presses against yours ever so slightly. you're careful not to react, afraid that he'd pull away if you draw attention to the gesture, and resolve to just enjoy the rare closeness of his presence.

eventually you'd have to head back, but for now you were more than content to sit here and watch the world go by with him.

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[osiiiris]

A beautiful day

Yes, there is one explicit reference to my favorite angel’s statue (do you know which one?). I finally got the chance to draw Iyrin with wings and took the chance.

So… I had started this before my fic IYRIN reached 5000 readers on Wattpad, to celebrate, and I’m posting it as it almost at 8000. I’m very happy, thank you, so cheers queers 🥂

This in particular is a new scene that will be featured in the unreleased (yet) sequel No Peace in Hell (it is next in line). I have no specific reason why I chose this snippet in particular, I just liked how the scene came out. I had started with a more romantic scene but NAH, angst be upon ya!

Despite the macabre topic, all I can say is that this is a good and pivotal moment of the plot (snippet and context follows):

“That’s what’s left of us in the end.” Terzo looked at the grave and then turned around, briefly including the landscape in his sight. “I never really liked graves. He’s not really there.” Iyrin glanced at Terzo and then back at the grave. It was one of the many ways humans coped with death, they thought. They had witnessed various death ceremonies during their visits to Earth: fire, water, ground… rituals of any kind with what was left of their vessels, each one so hard to let go of. “What… would you prefer?” they asked hesitantly. “Embalmed.” Iyrin patiently waited for him to continue; they knew him too well to think that was the end of it. “Put on display in the Ministry forever, like a Greek statue. Naked.” They raised an eyebrow, slightly tilting their head down as if inviting him to finish. “…My dick well visible, fully erected,” he finally added. Iyrin nodded, satisfied. “‘Here lies Terzo Emeritus but his dick is still alive’, a nice line for an epitaph,” they murmured, glancing around. They were glad Terzo could still mask his discomfort with humor. They tightened their grip on his hand. “What would you really want?” Terzo stiffened, uneasy at the thought of his own death. “Cremated,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the grave. “You can scatter my ashes wherever you want, or keep them... I don’t know for what, honestly. That or anything that doesn’t imply being eaten by worms.” Iyrin blinked, surprised he was entrusting them with such an important decision. Perhaps he really couldn’t care less about what would be done with his remains. Terzo’s eyebrows twitched in a moment of clarity: were they really discussing his death and how he wanted to be disposed of? Was that really the point of the story? Then, after a few moments of silence, he resumed, “Do you understand this?” he asked, seemingly disconnected from the moment. Iyrin understood only after a bit what he meant. “Do you understand what it means to us when it is truly over?” But even though they knew he needed to be comforted, they found themselves unable to reply. After a moment of silence, Iyrin finally spoke. “I know what it means to me. All the humans I have loved… I lost all of them. Sometimes they ended up in places I could not reach. I lost everything, always.” Terzo frowned beside them. “Sometimes you just need to be the one that leaves first. That’s what I have always done.” After a few moments filled with silence, their lips moved again. “Eternity isn’t better,” they considered sadly. “You really cannot escape that.” Then, just like a child who gets distracted too easily, they looked around. The sky stretched out in a clear, dazzling shade of blue, while the air carried the light warmth of the late summer sun's rays. The only sounds around them were the cheerful chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It seemed like even the voices had quieted, leaving their head in peace for a while. “Look…” they said, inviting him to appreciate the beauty around them, “It is such a beautiful day.” Terzo looked, and suddenly, he felt warmth enveloping him and the bright rays of light shining in his eyes, like a sun appearing brilliantly after an eclipse. Everything was still so full of life.

Backstory:

Iyrin is an angel (of a specific kind I won’t spoil here) who was kidnapped by a group of drunk Ghouls and finds themselves held hostage (or “guest”) in the Ministry.

Papa Emeritus III must handle the diplomatic incident, but we know how he is when an opportunity to play a bit with a new prey is served to him…

The story has two different endings, and one of them allows me to continue it. After the main story and the little spin-off, the final sequel will close this circle.

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter XXV: Just Once, He Talked Back

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tags: this fic is rated 18+ MDNI | eddie x gn!reader, slight angst, time jump, slight rpf (nothing explicit or weird just for backstory reasons<3) slow burn, fluff (finally?!)

a/n: this is a shorter chapter!! a lil angsty a lil cutesy. a lotta lore! maybe i’m drawing this out bc i’m not entirely ready to say goodbye to fd yet. idk. don’t look at me!

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Your POV

You throw your phone to the floor, effectively disconnecting your line. Before long, though, you hear it downstairs. “Honey, the phone’s for you! Can you pick it up there?” Your mom calls for you again, and you groan.

“I’m not here!”

“It’s Eddie!” Your mom really isn’t getting it. You reach for your phone, begrudgingly plugging it back into the wall. It starts ringing immediately.

“What could you possibly have to say right now?”

His voice cracks over the receiver. “Baby, please. That picture was taken forever ago. I promise-“

You sigh. “When.”

“What?”

“When was the picture taken, Eddie?”

Pause. Silence. You chew on your bottom lip, regretting your question.

“February.”

“Of this year?!”

It’s Eddie’s turn to yell. “Why does it matter? We hadn’t talked for so long, she’s a friend-“

“There is no fucking way you’re just friends with Kathleen fuckin’ Hanna, Eddie! Did you sleep with her?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me!”

-

Eddie’s POV

There is no right answer to this question, he knows that. The truth is yeah, he did. Of course he did! He was high, and very drunk, and she was so beautiful, so nice to him. And he was so, so lonely. If he recalls correctly, though, he thought about you the whole time. Not that that information would help his case.

He doesn’t want to tell you, but he’s decided against lying to you ever again.

“Yeah, I did.” The line goes dead, dial tone buzzing in his ears. “Fuck!” He slams the phone back into its cradle. “I’m Sorry Wayne, I gotta go.”

“You sure you don’t wanna stick around, let ‘em cool off?” Wayne calls to Eddie from the kitchen table.

“No.” He surprises himself with how easily it comes out. “I can’t lose ‘em again. I’ll come back, I promise.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves dismissively at his nephew. “Go fix it. And quit doin’ stupid shit, would ya?”

Eddie chuckles despite himself. “Yessir.”

-

The flight to Boston only takes three hours, but they’re the longest of Eddie’s life, and he’s gone through alcohol withdrawal. Logan airport bustles with tourists and townies. “Whe’d we pahk the cah?” A dad turns to his flustered wife, who’s got one kid on her hip, another yanking on her hand.

Eddie hails a cab outside before remembering he doesn’t know your address. “Shit.” He mumbles, crawling back out of the taxi and jogging to the pay phone outside.

The operator connects him to Steve. “Hello?”

“Steve, man, hey. Where does Y/n live?”

“In Boston, dude. You know that.”

“No! Their address, I need their address.”

“Why would you need their address? Wouldn’t they tell you- Oh no. The magazine?”

“Yeah, the fuckin’ magazine, man! Now please, where do they live?” Steve recites an address for Eddie to scribble on his forearm. “Thank you. Lifesaver, seriously.”

“Yeah, a few times now.” Eddie laughs with him before hanging up.

-

Your POV

“Coming, jeez!” You wrap your blanket around your shoulders before answering the door, the figure before you ripping every thought from your head. Eddie stands there in a too big sweatshirt and gym shorts, a duffle bag on his arm. Your parents are out to dinner but you were too sad to go, so you’re in your pajamas with a burrito and your second drink of the evening. “What the fuck?”

“Can I explain? Please?”

“Eddie, what—“

He pushes past you into the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Please.” Is all he says, and you resign, nodding as you crawl back into your spot on the couch. He sits at the other end, too much space between you for your liking. No. Stay mad. But how can you, when he’s here? When he came here, supposedly, to make things right?

Eddie huffs a breath, and you focus your attention. “Okay. Explain.”

—

February 1992

Eddie’s POV

Seattle makes him sad now. Last time he was here, it was with you, and you were still his. The Limelight bar is dim tonight, a few locals nestled into corner booths. Eddie sits in one with colleagues, not friends. He’s not sure he has friends anymore, but these people are important, financially. According to Steve, at least.

He takes another swig of his drink, a double jack and coke, hold the coke. It’s been a dark day, still reeling from the news this morning.

As if to torture him, the screen of the tiny bar TV seems to glow, summoning him to watch. MTV returns to the air, the perky host droning on. Until he’s not, when he starts in on “The underground riotgrrl movement.” He growls the word like a confused dog, but then adds. “We have a new single from Death Dance Approximately. This is Choke On It!”

The MTV logo flickers, and then you’re on the screen, right in front of him. You and your band are dressed in suits, spread out behind a pulpit in front of pews full of stuffy adults. The camera closes up on you, in dark eyeshadow and blood red lipstick, glaring into the lense as you sing.

Left for dead to save yourself / Asked for help but got drowned out. / That fire still lives inside of me, / I just hope one day I’ll get to see…” The scene changes, and Eddie sits up straighter. The video portrays a flashback, where the character you’re playing is wearing much brighter clothing, and holding hands with a handsome actor Eddie’s probably met eight different times without realizing it. He’s got an average face, nothing remarkable about him. That is until he turns around, and his cheap costume vest has the words Corrupted Cadaver painted across the back. The logo is eerily similar to the old Corroded Coffin scrawl, from way before the band got big. It isn’t meant to let everyone know, only him. And it hits exactly where he’s sure you meant it, chest stinging from the realization.

The scene changes again, portraying the couple fighting angrily, Mr. Every Man pointing and exclaiming at your character while you cry and scream back. At some point, you throw a plate, and Eddie less than fondly recalls the time you’d almost knocked him out with a coffee mug.

“Drinkin’ alone?” A voice behind him snaps Eddie from his pity party, and he feels its owner take a seat on the booth. He didn’t think so, but when he looks around the booth he realizes all of his company has disappeared into the dark of the bar.

“Yeah, guess I am.”

“Why is that?” She leans in, resting her cheek in her hand as she stares dreamily into his eyes. He’s trying to focus on her face, her voice, the woman in front of him, but he keeps glancing at the television over her shoulder. She takes notice, and follows his eyes to the screen, where you’re burning a pile of what he can assume is your ex’s belongings, makeup bleeding down your cheeks, far more exaggerated than he’d seen on your face before, but not entirely unlikely.

“You like ‘em?”

“What?” His eyes snap back to where Kathleen observed him.

“Death Dance? You like ‘em?” He doesn’t have an answer to that. “I think they’re cool,” she muses. “Y/n is a rockstar.”

He scoffs despite himself. “Yeah, you could say that.”

She cocks an eyebrow at him. “What’s that mean?”

“Nothin’, long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

-

present day

He stops, finally looking to where you sit to find you’ve stood up. You stare over him, arms crossed over your chest. “What did you tell her?” You sound almost nervous.

“I told her about us. I don’t know why she listened, or why she agreed to leave with me. She let me talk the whole time, and I don’t know if she cared or if she just pitied me, but it was nice. It felt good to talk. I hadn’t talked to anyone about it in so long.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I had no-“

“No, stop. I’m not mad at you. Most of those pictures are me anyway, Eddie. These assholes can’t just mind their own business.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be quizzical. “What do you suppose we do about that, then?”

-

Your POV

You bite your bottom lip in thought. “We could, I dunno, ignore it?”

Eddie snorts, but his smile fades when he sees you’re serious. “Baby, I don’t think that’s possible. I don’t even remember them taking that picture.”

“That doesn’t really mean much, Eds. You were wasted.”

“Touché.” He grumbles. “But still, I think we should just. Ugh,” He doesn’t want to tell you what he’s thinking, but you wait. You have an idea of what he’s going to suggest. “I think we should embrace it. We’re together, right? In any other scenario, I’d be showin’ you off to anyone that would let me. Why should it be any different now?”

You look at him, study his expression with an unwavering stare. There is no hint of ulterior motive, no desperate urge to make you uncomfortable. He’s the Eddie you’d met six years ago, the one you’d fallen head over heels in love with instantly; just a nerdy metalhead with a huge heart. You can feel your guard crumbling, brick walls demolished, and Eddie’s swinging the wrecking ball. “If you want, of course. We can think of something else, though.” He adds, waving his hands anxiously.

“I want to. I’m so tired of this shit, letting these fuckers harass us. I want to be able to exist without feeling like I’m being watched.”

Eddie’s deep in thought, face scrunched, lips pressed together. “Okay,” He says finally, the pieces connecting in his head. “I have an idea.”

-

Eddie’s POV

“You think this is gonna work?” You lean against the bedroom door frame as Eddie dawns one of your father’s old baseball caps.

He grins, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Are you doubting my ability to play tricks?”

You giggle, and Eddie feels his face ache from smiling. “Of course not! But these leeches twist everything to fit a made up narrative that people eat up without question!”

“Which is exactly why we’ll give them something so cliche they won’t be able to help themselves.” He’s comparing different pairs of your sunglasses next to his face. “And then, they’ll get bored and move on.”

“I dunno, that last part seems unlikely.”

Eddie frowns, turning to face you. “We don’t have to do this, y’know.”

You sigh, pushing off the doorframe to approach him. You smell like lemon and lavender, and Eddie wants to bury his face in your neck. He resists, though, clearing his throat

“No, I want to. They won’t leave us alone either way. Might as well have some fun with it.” You hand Eddie the sunglasses with rounder frames. “These ones. They look like Ozzy’s.”

“God, I love you.”

—

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[winterwhisperz-blog]

Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

[shadowsobscurity]

Last minute confession

Summary: after you almost die, Kaz feels the need to open his mind

Pairing: Kaz brekker x reader

Warnings: Angst and Fluff

Request: no

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason,so why was he trying to justify himself in front of you?

Easy,because even the bastard of the barrel needed someone by his side.

The heist had gone totally wrong, you'd almost been caught, Inej was shot and Wylan was close to exploding the carriage in which you were hiding. The mission was supposed to be easy, but someone had snitched and the stadwach came.

- Are you telling me you knew the stadwach would come and haven't done nothing?- you were fuming, everyone knew that Kaz didn't always care about the crows' safety,but you still expected something from him. He just stared at you in silence,his expression cold as always although his eyes said something different,he was surprised. You stared back at his cold blue eyes, waiting for an answer that never came.

-Really? You put our lives in danger and now you can't even justify yourself?- his indifferent facade dropped for a second, flashing a hurt expression,but he quickly recovered his composure. As he didn't answer,you understood that he wasn't going to explain himself so you left his office slamming the door in the process

- Go fuck yourself Brekker-

-Kaz POV-

He was a gang leader,a murderer,so why he didn't stand up for himself. He loved you,he even dared to say he needed you and seeing how angry you were hurt him more than any physical wound.

He sat down on his desk, running a gloved hand through his hair.

He heard you slamming your door,but he was so deep in his thoughts that the noise seemed far away.

Hours passed while he revised and improved the plan, in an intention of repeating the heist, this time successfully. A loud knock echoed through the silent room, drawing a smile on kaz's face as he thought you came to talk.

-Come in- he shouted

Nina entered the room, looking angry and worried

- You really are a bitch, she is dying and here you are, only caring about money -

His voice came out as a whisper

-Dead? Who is dying?-

-Come on Kaz, don't be stupid, you know what I'm talking about -

Nina was almost shouting. Kaz got up immediately and started walking to the door.- third room - she simply said.

He stopped at the door, trying to recover his composure. The images of you dying, looking as Jordie did flooded his mind, leaving him unable to breathe. He entered, wanting to spend your posible last days with you.

There was a chair next to the bed, in which he sat. He looked at you intensely, trying to engrave your features in his mind. He couldn't say how much time he spent on that chair, every second seemed an eternity.

You finally opened your eyes, groaning as you tried to sit down

-Y/N POV-

Kaz was staring at you, making you uncomfortable. It surprised you seeing him there, he didn't care about you, so he must have wanted something.

-What do you want Kaz?-

Instead of answering he said

-Why didn't you tell me?-

That made you extremely mad, how did he dare to almost get all the crows killed and try to give you lessons?

-You were too busy putting us in danger to care -

-i do care, you are part of the gang and you cost me money-

-you are insufferable-

-and I like you, you are nice to be around-

This surprised you, Kaz didn't compliment no one.- I want you to be safe, because I need you by my side-

-Do you mean you are in love?-

-Yes, you could say that-

- I love you too, but please next time give us a bit of information so we don't almost die-

He laughed, a sound you didn't expect to hear but would give anything to experience again.

-I will, and I will take care of you love-

[skulla-rxcks]

🧸CHAPTER ONE} I like you more than a roommate

Next chapter

Paring: roommate!Hyunjin X fem reader

Rating: mature (eventually explicit)

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, eventual smut

Chapter Warnings/things: storms

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Your roommate Hyunjin is slowly catching feelings for you. You get more clingy to him as he helps you through your needs and issues, he loves you but doesn’t know how to show it.

A/n: I’ve been working on this for a bit and I can’t be bothered finishing majority of this chapter since I wanna get it out.

P.s: I haven’t edited this chapter and probably won’t bc I can’t be bothered, also no TWS for this chapter.

I sit back, focusing on the sound of my paint brush sweeping across the canvas, creating a beautiful image of a mermaid in a lagoon. I haven’t slept all night due to working on this painting, though I did steal this plain canvas from my roommate, he probably wouldn’t mind.

“I’m back! Dance practice was really tiring.. my shoulder hurts..” And there he is. My roommate himself, Hyunjin. I laugh slightly, moving away from my art to greet him. “Couldn’t you just take a break from dancing? Have sometime to yourself maybe, you know.. I’m always here if you feel like hanging out. it’s break after all. “

He looks at me, tilting his head to the side and scratching his neck. “I’m down for hanging out. I’m pretty sure today was our last dance session anyways" i gasp in joy after hearing that he'll finally have time to rest. "Yay! I guess we can do some art stuff then, I’ll show you what I've been doing" a warm smile forms on my face as i take his hand in mine, leading him over to the painting I’m currently working on.

“Wow.. the background blends so nicely!” He gasps, rubbing my shoulder with pride.

I feel my cheeks flush slightly, but smile.

"It’s nothing much. Just my usual style, I’m not sure if I like how the water looks or not"

Hyunjin 's hand stays on my shoulder for a few seconds longer before he parts his lips to speak again. “The water looks incredible, i would say I could do better but i can’t.”

My face heats up once again after listening to his pitiful, yet comfortable comments being thrown at me.

I walk out of our art closet, (which is basically a small closet we made into a mini art studio) and gently place my painting on the windowsill. The breeze is slightly cold, i close the window to keep warm. Shivering, I grab one of Hyunjin’s hoodies and slide it over my shirt, it’s a bit baggy but whatever. “What are you drawing?” I ask as i sit beside him again, hugging my knees to my chest due to the sudden change of the weather.

“Just someone” he mumbles. My eyes can’t help but look at how pretty he is when concentrating; hair tied back, eyebrows slightly frowned. I notice his face looking pale, i shuffle closer, lightly touching his cheek with my knuckle. “Your cold.. give me a minute.” I stand up, making my way to the kitchen and turning the kettle on. I get out two mugs, pouring in warm milk, coco, sugar and adding some marshmallows for each one. Two hot chocolates coming up!u

I waddle back into the room slowly stumbling as I hold the drinks that are filled to the brim.

“Here you go!” I giggle, handing him one of the hot chocolates, receiving a hug in response.

“Ah thanks .. I’m gonna get into bed, it’s gonna storm later. You can join me if you’d like, I know you don’t like storms.” He groans, chucking his sketchbook on the ground and pulling the covers over him. My eyes watch his movements, he sips his drink and puts it on a small table next to his bed.

I get in my own bed, admiring his features from a far.

A few hours past, he’s asleep already. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. It’s already raining and the storm is gliding over to us, *buzz.. buzz* the light starts flickering as the power goes out.

“N-no..please don’t do this to me tonight.. n-no.. no..” i clench my sheets and cry softly.

“J-Jinnieee.. w-wake up, it’s scary..”

I sob louder, shaking from the cold and my fears.

“Jinnie…” I lay down under the sheets with him

“Hm?.. Hey Shh, you’re okay. Come here.” Hyunjin moves closer to me, hugging me tightly as my tears soak through his shirt. “The storm is outside. You’re safe in here with me. It’s not gonna get us”

“B-but what if it d-“ My words are cut off as my head pushes into his chest, before I know it he’s leaving soft kisses on my head while continuing to soothe me. “I… I..” I let my eyes look at his lips for a sec then back to his eyes. My arms tighten around him as i cry myself to sleep.

© 2023 skulla_rxcks

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and portraits

ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y’face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I’ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

[idolish7imagines]

Uhm sorry Im a little embarrassed but can I request a Tenn and Momo x shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional (both when overly happy and upset)?👉👈 thank you.

Tenn and Momo x shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional

.::.

Kujo Tenn

Tenn being more gentle with you than others was already a given, you were his s\o after all

However, it is a bit of a learning curve dealing with both your clinginess and rapidly changing emotions

He loves you with all his heart though, so for you he's willing to deal with it; using less harsh words so he won't sound too critical and making sure there's not any other sources around you that would cause you discomfort (he's learned how to manage that well from his experience with his twin brother)

He doesn't mind your shyness, its actually refreshing after being around his fellow groupmates that can tend to get loud from time to time

It's actually kind of a relief since that means you won't ever draw attention to the two of you

Sometimes he isn't aware how much of your shyness applies to him though. In private, the two of you have your passionate moments, with him cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

A slow blink is his response to you getting flustered..before slowly realizing he enjoys the effect he has on you and wants to push it even further, a smirk playing on his features.

Your cheerfulness does tend to be infectious, usually even making him sport a small smile when he's had a hard day

Sometimes he wishes you would be less clingy in front of others though, he hates the teases being thrown his way if you so much as wrap your arm around his, resting your head on his shoulder

He hates leaving you on read due to work because he doesn't want you to be sad. Tenn tries to make it up to you by spending most if not all of his off days with you

When you have moments where you're easily upset, sometimes he isn't sure what to say to make you calm down (especially if he doesn't see what you're upset over as a big deal) but he doesn't invalidate your feelings and does his best to get you feeling happy again, offering to share sweets with you

"What am I going to do with you?" The angelic idol gave you one of his smiles that'd make even his most stoic of fans hearts melt, petting your head as your arms clung around his waist not wanting him to leave your side.

Momo

Honestly Momo is the exact same as you

He isn't shy in general but when it comes to people he greatly admires he'll turn stiff as a board at the notion of getting closer to them

so if youre clingy and easily emotional, he completely understands, even returning the feelings

Unfortunately one con might be that if you two were to ever argue (which would probably be over something extremely serious like Tsukumo or overworking himself since Momo is relatively easygoing otherwise) both of you would probably start acting out and need a third party Yuki or Okarin to be a voice of reason

The bright side though is Momo is quick to apologize and even get you flowers

If he needs someone to hype him up he knows he can always come to you and he always does the same vice versa

If you text him a lot when you miss him while he's working, he makes sure to respond as soon as he can so you feel less lonely

The cheery idol also doesn't mind PDA (while disguised of course so he gives you lots of kisses and hugs and holds your hand

his favorite is swinging your hands back and forth while walking

He's used to dealing with shy people so if you need him to speak for you he'll always do it

Though don't think that means you're exempt from his impish tendencies

Momo will still tease you sometimes. If you cover your blushing face with your hands, he'll grab them away and press a kiss on your nose

"Ehehe, (Y/N)-chan~ I'm already thinking about what I wanna do with you. Now that I finally have you to myself, you'll never escape as long as possible!" Your boyfriend playfully nibbles your neck. You're in for a nice cuddle session since both of you feel its been far too long since the last one.

[maleyanderecafe]

The Snake's Taken a Spouse (Visual Novel)

Created by: Games_of_CrimSin

Genre: Romance/Survival

This game is actually fairly fun all things considered and I enjoyed it. I think that some people might pass on this one because of the art, but honestly it reminds me a bit of DOL in some cases, especially with the Great Hawk and Shimil is adorable. This game is r18 though you can toggle off r18 things in the intro. You can find more at @gamesofcrimsin (which btw if you are reading this, I will literally redraw your sprites for you if you would like).

The story starts out with the MC walking around in the forest, only to stumble upon a naga person when hearing a scream. Their tail is stuck under a rock so the MC helps them out. Seeing as this is the nicest thing that someone has done to the snake person, they immediately tell the MC they want to marry them. A bit freaked out, the MC stumbles backwards and passes out, only to wake up in the snake person's den. This snake person promises that they will be able to love each other given time and goes out to get the MC a mattress to sleep on and a fire.

From then on, it runs mostly like a time management game where you can do anything from prepare food to nap, to wait, to try to escape. There are about six different endings that you can get through different means, but first I'll summarize Shimil's history as we know of.

The MC can ask about his name, introducing himself as Shimil. You can ask him about his species, the nagas. Shimil tells the MC that the nagas and humans used to live on the surface together, but the two hated each other, so the nagas of old hid underground so that humans could never bother them again. The MC asks why Shimil isn't underground, and Shimil states that he was banished because he couldn't do anything right and was burden. Comforting him will cause him to cry as he did try his best, but was never enough. The MC also finds a drawing on the wall and asks Shimil about it. Shimil carved it into the wall, trying to draw his mother and sister. Shimil talks about the two, how they were great at everything, how they were able to know what Shimil wanted or needed through body language and how strong they are. The MC picks up an object in the other corner, which Shimil frantically tells them to be careful with. When the MC asks Shimil about it, Shimil tells the MC that it's a toy that his parents got him, and that he loved it a lot. His sister gave it to him before he got exiled and even snuck in to grab his pickaxe. He reveals also that his dad died when he was younger, which is why he didn't draw him on the wall. This thought makes him cry, wanting to be able to draw them better.

There are a couple of endings, staying with him will make him happy, trying to escape may lead to failure. The MC can also dig footholds to climb out if timed correctly, or get rescued by a search time (though I couldn't get this ending because the timing is pretty finicky). Causing him to go out for the MC a lot makes Shimil go into a deeper sleep, thus being able to successfully kill him with the pickaxe, and finally, Shimil will kick the MC out if they break his toy (but it also breaks my heart).

I actually was more expecting a visual novel in the traditional sense because most of the entries seem to be of that style, so this was a nice change of pace. Like I said, it reminds me of the Great Hawk from Degrees of Lewdity, where you're sort of trapped with an animal creature that doesn't quite know what humans like or do but is doing their best to accommodate which is very enduring. Like the Great Hawk though, I do wish there were more interactions with Shimil besides what was given, though it's understandable since it was made for the game jam, so there probably wasn't a lot of time to implement a bunch of features (though I did see some of the notes in the script file for more endings.) If I were to make suggestions to add more features, I'd really like to hear more about Shimil's past or just get the chance for them to talk to each other about different things, such as Shimil sharing more about his culture or perhaps the MC sharing about their life as well. They could teach each other games or talk about other things that they might like. Just to really make that stockholm syndrome kick in. Of course, it would be great to do other things besides, eat, sleep, asking him to get things and having sex as well, since I'm sure it would get boring down there if it's all they could do. More endings are always great as well- I'll be honest, I just kept having sex with Shimil just to see if it would make a different ending or have different dialouge, but it would be pretty funny to see him have a proper reaction to that.

I'll be honest- Shimil is really cute. I really like the more sad and pathetic type yanderes that try their best and honestly listening to Shimil's backstory about how he was exiled and how he believes he's useless is really heartbreaking. It's also pretty sad that the nicest thing anyone has done for him was to save him from a giant boulder and even when trying to turn him down, he seems really happy that he's gotten so many compliments. He probably really misses his family seeing that all he has left are the things that he's gotten from home and a crude drawing, something that he often has to throw away (especially the pick axe) if the MC attempts to escape or hurt him. It made me really sad when the MC just broke his only toy since it was one of the last things he had left from them, so it's understandable he throws the MC out afterwards. Shimil is only really cruel when the MC is cruel to him and he honestly endures a lot of it, generally being more shy and reserved when the MC snaps back at him or attempts to murder him in his sleep which can lead to him raping the MC while the two try to sleep (though again, you have to be really cruel to him for this to happen generally). I can't really blame him since he doesn't have anyone and is just lonely, plus again, the MC is just outright cruel to him at this point when he's trying hard to provide food and other things for them.

I think overall, while the game is pretty good, the biggest drawback is likely the art. It's not... the worst that I've seen, but I can see why people might be turned away from it. There are some glitches in the code as well, sometimes with Shimil jumping up into the wrong position or some sort of error occurring, but they don't seem to be very big problems. Pretty much I feel that if the sprite art were improved, it would make the game a lot better since the design for him is pretty unique all things considered.

Overall, it's a pretty fun and short game. I hope to see more of Shimil in the future because I like his interactions and the history of nagas is actually pretty interesting and I hope there will be other endings for it. I'm gonna throw a bunch of redesigns for Shimil after this because I think he is fun to draw.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She nodded, finally starting to understand what he meant. He had told her this before, how he was basically an outcast, but now that he had said it again, she realized that yes, he did understand what she was feeling in some way. And that was something that she needed, someone who understood.

She nodded once again, turning her gaze back onto him. What did she want to learn? She was already good at drawing, but her archery skills…it was fun, but she definitely needed more practice. And Hiccup had been on her case about learning close combat as well. “What about archery? I wanna get better at that, and close combat, ‘cause I know I need to do that… So, just fighting stuff, I guess?” That could be a start. And yeah, sure, maybe she wouldn’t be the absolute best at it, but she could still get pretty good at it if she worked hard and actually tried.

Her hand started instinctively fidgeting with the edge of the blanket, it was hard for her to talk about them. “Yeah, um, they’re- they’re dead- well I think. Most of them I know for a fact that they are, but there’s uh, there’s two of them who are just ‘missing’, but they’re probably dead by now too.”

She was so glad that he didn’t hate her, because yes, he was her friend, and she was happy about that. “It does kind of matter though, what I said. I should’ve thought about what I was gonna say before I said it, that’s my fault, and I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. No, they wouldn’t want her to be sad or upset. They would be so happy that she was free. They had talked about it, told stories about all the stuff they would do if they ever got out. And while they didn’t, she did, and she knew that they were probably rooting for her. She just wished that they were here with her. “I…I’ll try that, thanks Hiccup.” She was an artist, maybe she could put her gift to use.

She thought for a moment, remembering the few fond moments she shared with them. Even though they were few, they were still some of the fondest moments she shared with anyone. “Sometimes, when it got really cold, the older ones would sneak down to where the cells were at with blankets and food, and they would come in and sit with us, tell us stories about all the islands they came across or- or stuff about like what we would do when we got out. They only stayed till we fell asleep thought, ‘cause they got in trouble if they got caught, so it was too risky for them to stay, but still, it was really nice.” She hadn’t realized that she had started softly crying until after she finished, but she wasn’t necessarily upset. She felt relieved that she had finally talked to someone about them that wasn’t necessarily in a bad light.

His face lit up. "Archery is a great choice! You know, Astrid teaches a group of Berkians about your age, when Gothi gives the go-ahead, why don't you join them? As for close combat, I can teach you the basics, but Astrid should show you the more refined moves and strategies. I'm more of a fan of keeping distance myself, but if you really want to be skilled, work with Astrid. She's the best there is."

Hiccup's features turned sad. "I'm so sorry, Danny. There might be a chance, though... I could put the word out, see if they're anywhere in the archipelago?" It was a long shot, but definitely worth trying.

He sat back in his chair, listening intently. Toothless even leaned in, resting his head on the end of Danny's bed.

When she started crying, he glanced around, locating a clean handkerchief, and went to retrieve it. He sat back down in his chair, holding it out to her.

When she finished, he stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. "It sounds like they cared about you and the others a lot, and that they certainly made your days a little brighter."

[whumpsecretsantaevent]

SS In July gift: @yetanotherwhumpblog

This is an exchange event so there will be a blanket trigger warning for all entries, so read at your own risk! Potential trigger warnings may include nsfw themes as well as gore and possible squicks.

Note to Morbid:Whumping somebody else’s blorbos was much more difficult than I thought, but I hope you were naughty enough to deserve this gift. 

Your Secret Santa 

“You do want to play with me” 

As the sun set on a desolate cabin hidden deep within the woods, a chilling wind whispered through the trees. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Virgil, timid and fragile, found himself trapped within the clutches of someone’s unhealthy fixation. Emerging from the depths of darkness, Nick's presence gradually unveiled itself, drawing attention to his striking features. As he stepped into the dim light, his cap cast a subtle shadow over his piercing, cat-like green eyes, lending an air of mischief to the situation. With each passing moment, the details of his face became clearer: a strong jawline defined by some yesterday’s stubble, a confident smirk that hinted at his sinister intentions. The subtle gleam in his eyes betrayed a wicked satisfaction, as if relishing the opportunity to perform a dance between captor and captive.

“Glad you have woken up already. I thought I overdid the chloroform.”

There would be an answer, if not the cloth gagging Virgil. 

Despite the pale pink hue of Virgil's hair and the darkness that engulfed his eyes, the look of terror etched upon his delicate features was unmistakable. His usually soft and vulnerable gaze now reflected sheer panic, the depth of his fear visible in the trembling of his frail frame. The innocence that once dwelled within his eyes had been eclipsed by an overwhelming dread, as if the weight of his past traumas had converged into an agonizing moment of terror. Each black-eyed stare seemed to implore for rescue, silently pleading for someone to provide solace in the face of the upcoming torment.

“Maybe you are too hot? You seem sweaty” Nick cooed with a smirk. “The windows are decked shut, as you see, but maybe if you lost some clothes..?”

Not awaiting any reaction, he produced a pocket knife with a gleaming handle from his pocket and with few movements, expertly cut up anything that the bound man was wearing. 

Exposed, he trembled like a rabbit in front of a predator. 

“No worries. If you get cold again, I know a few ways to warm you up. First of all, let’s give you some exercise” 

He casually licked the knife, cut off some rope in the corner of the dim-lit room and hid the blade away. Muffled protests finally started escaping from deep within Virgil’s lungs, his body recoiling. Nick was too fixated to pay any attention to this, as he got the rope through a looped hook in the ceiling and after attaching one end to the bonds at the pink-haired man’s wrists, he pulled him up until his precious toy tip-toed, shoulders barely supporting his outstretched weight. 

“Yeah, stretching is a nice way to start the exercising habit lightly, isn’t it? Some diet supper later and you’ll be in an even more fabulous shape in no time. Because you’ll want to play with me then, no?” 

The sheer fact that the dark eyes overflowed with tears at this veiled threat made Nick high. He already imagined his delicious body with his initials carved across the pale chest. Despite the adrenaline rush, he managed to not violate him just yet. They need to know each other a bit better. Every shriek, reaction, cry. He left the room. 

***** 

With each passing day, Nick's obsession grew more palpable. He meticulously watched over Virgil, barely leaving his side, keeping him confined to that small, dimly lit room, its walls adorned with photos and mementos collected over time—testaments to his sinister adoration. They showed Virgil in different poses, mostly bound in stress positions, but sometimes covering in Nick’s arms for even the slightest shred of touch. 

Virgil hated that touch, toxic and prying, but for the sake of his muscles not being strained beyond joint dislocation, he would suffer through that. Even his captor’s kisses full of intimidation and ownership stopped bothering him, as he laid motionless below him. He would get more water and food afterwards. Sometimes Nick would even come with a damp cloth to clean him. 

The depths of Virgil's trauma were not lost on Nick, exposed in his reactions and shrieks, as Nicked approached his gentler pars at every whim and relished the knowledge that he had taken control of someone so fragile. The smallest display of resistance or independence only fueled Nick's determination to break his toy’s spirit further, ensuring he remained entirely under his control.

Virgil’s past scars and painful history, on the other hand, only amplified the torment of his current predicament. Each passing moment tested his resolve to survive, fighting against the psychological shackles that Nick had imposed upon him.

***** 

It was probably weeks of the kidnapper satisfying himself with Virgil’s worn-out body, before he made up his mind to keep it not only forever to himself, but maybe even displaying his trophy on darknet. But first they need to know the snowflake is his to melt. 

The evening to claim his prize has finally arrived. 

That day, in the depths of his turmoil, Virgil sought solace in a cherished memory, a sanctuary that provided respite from the harrowing reality of his captivity. In this happy place, he could envision himself lying on a sun-drenched meadow, surrounded by an abundance of vibrant wildflowers swaying in a gentle breeze. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, mingling with the soft melody of birdsong. As he closed his eyes, he could feel the warmth of the sun's rays caressing his skin, creating a comforting cocoon of tranquility. It was here, in this idyllic haven, that Virgil could momentarily escape the clutches of his torment, allowing his spirit to soar free and find solace amidst the darkness.

It all dissipated with the sound of heavy boots on the wooden floor. Green eyes burning into his face with thirst there was no escape from. Virgil practically forgot what a flower even is. 

Then he was dragged onto a table and his weakened wrists and ankles tied to all four legs, spreading him over for whatever was to happen today. Additionally, Nick sat on his chest and started unscrewing a bottle cap from some local brand mineral water. 

“Drink, you will need that hydration today” he commanded, but just started pouring the liquid over Virgil’s nose and mouth, drenching him and making his spit and gasp for breath. Not much ended in his throat. 

Then the dreaded sound followed. Unzipping. 

Virgil closed his eyes shut and longed for the warm breeze and birdsong. It didn’t come.

“Say “aaah”, V. You do want to be occupied for our playdate today, I promise you” he teased. His hard cock already resting on the other’s chin. “Today’s game: You bite, you die.”

Captive’s mouth was full in an instant, Virgil wasn’t even given a chance to take a deeper breath or lick his lips. Nick took a fistful of his hair and just rode his face to his liking, not paying any attention to his gagging or desperate tussling and scuffling of his body in the bondage. 

After what felt like eternity (...what does “a flower” mean? …what is “a bird”?), the tormentor slowly changed positions and Virgil felt desperate, hot tears waterfalling from his eyes (Will he suck me off today as well? Why can’t he just leave me alone?). As movement of the hips tore his throat in pain, soon another sensation took over. And no, Nick didn’t even touch him down there. 

In a chilling moment of malevolent intent, Nick's fingers tightened around the hilt of the pocket knife, its blade gleaming dully in the dim light of the makeshift cell. With deliberate precision, he pressed the blade's tip against the other man's chest, just above his heart. 

“You bite, you die!” he hissed again, breathing heavily as his victory was coming. 

The blade began to etch a shallow, winding path across the captive's flesh. The initial touch was like a searing brand, the pain spreading like fire through his veins. Nick’s face started beaming with a twisted smile as he defaced his victim in his final act of dominance. Each stroke of the blade carved not only into flesh but also into the psyche of both men, leaving an indelible scar that would forever mark their intertwined futures. 

As the second initial was being finished, Virgil’s body strained like a violin string about to break, Nick marveled at the droplets of blood, beautiful little rubies, growing on the pale skin. Feeling almost gratified by the setting, he decided to add some white pearls to the set, pulling out of Virgil’s mouth and cumming all over his masterpiece. 

There was dry coughing and gagging next. 

“Jeez, V” Nick was out of breath, but full of satisfaction “I need to immortalize you like this in my scrapbook!”

After a few flashes and clicks of the digital camera, he started leaving the room, losing all interest in his dirty, bleeding toy. Before the door closed again, leaving Virgil cold and broken beyond repair, one last patronizing remark was heard.

“I’ve told you! You wanted to play with me today, didn’t ya?” 

[shes-an-oddbird]

Tales of a 126 Valentine’s Day

Short Valentine's Day snippets featuring members of the 126 and filled with dates, dilemmas and classic candy hearts.

Struck with inspiration and managed to write these all in the past 24 hours. They are short, sweet and poorly edited. Enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day

Chapter 2 - Nancy x Mateo & Fancy Restaurants Summary:  Mateo thinks Nancy is uncomfortable on their fancy date. She is, just not for the reasons he thinks.

She’s uncomfortable, he can tell. She keeps fidgeting and adjusting her dress and she’s already been to the bathroom twice and keeps looking back in its direction like she’s about to go a third time.

It’s the restaurant. It’s too fussy or too quiet or too something. He’s not really sure. Maybe this had been a bad idea. They liked to try new places for dinner but it’s usually like food trucks and diners and any place that offered take out. This place definitely did not offer take out. He’s not even sure they would have to-go boxes.

The waiter comes by their table to check on them, pouring wine and informing them that their first course will be out shortly. Nancy thanks the man and as soon as he walks away, she excuses herself to the bathroom again.

Mateo leans back in his chair, wipes his sweaty palms on his one good pair of dress pants and wiggles his toes in the too tight shoes he’d just bought because none of his old ones seemed nice enough for this place.

“I’m sorry.” He says, the moment Nancy returns to the table; before she can even fully sits back down.

She looks startled by his abrupt apology. “Why?”

“Because I should have picked a different restaurant, you’re not having a good time and –“

“I am having a good time.” She objects.

“You’ve been to the bathroom three times and we’ve only been here fifteen minutes.” Nancy’s cheeks flush pink and she looks around nervously before adjusting her dress again. “See you’re uncomfortable, we should go somewhere else.” He’s not sure where, everywhere else is probably full with reservations made months in advance, but he takes out his phone anyways, hopefully he can find somewhere that can squeeze them in.

“Mateo, don’t, its fine.” She reaches across the table, covering both his hands with hers, coaxing him to put the phone down. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“But – “

“You really want to know what’s wrong?” She asks, smiling as she leans in closer over the table, glancing at the other guests who seemed to have moved closer just to hear how awful of a time she was having. She gives his fingers a gentle squeeze. “It’s not the restaurant, it’s my bra.” She whispers.

Mateo looks back at her confused. “What?”

“My bra, my stupid strapless bra,” she whispers a little louder. “It keeps slipping down and this place if so fancy, I feel weird hiking it up out here in public, that’s why I keep going to the bathroom.” Mateo has to take a moment to process this information. His eyes distractedly fall on her bare shoulders which she shimmies, he supposes to emphasize her point. It makes him laugh and untwists the knot that was forming in his stomach.

“Seriously?” He asks.

“Seriously.”

“If it’s that uncomfortable, why did you wear it?”

“I had to buy a dress, I didn’t have one that was fancy enough for this place,” she admits, “and it unfortunately needs a bra, this bra.”

The table nearest to them seems to have finally taken an interest in their conversation. Apparently if you say ‘bra’ enough in public that happens. Nancy’s face burns a darker shade of red as she sits back up in her chair, her reassuring smile starting to slip.

“My new shoes are too tight and I can’t feel half my toes.” He shares and it has exactly the effect he hopes it will. Nancy bursts into laughter, drawing the attention of more tables. He tries halfheartedly to shush her but he loves when she laughs. “I’ve been thinking about taking them off, but I didn’t want to get us thrown out.”

“Do it!” Nancy urges. “They can’t tell, the tablecloths are too long.”

“How do you –“

“I already took mine off.”

“You didn’t.” She did. Her bare foot hooks around his ankle under the table as proof.

Dinner gets better after their slightly inappropriate game of footsie. The food comes and its every bit as good as the reviews had claimed it was. Halfway through the second course, Nancy steals Mateo’s jacket and disappears to the bathroom again. When she comes back its with his jacket on and her bra shoved into her purse.

They get to witness two somewhat stoic proposals and a far more emotional and entertaining break up that happens at the table behind them. The waiter offers them the couple’s preordered dessert in apology for the disturbance. Chocolate cake with pistachios. According to the waiter, the man had thought it was the woman’s favorite. The woman was in fact extremely allergic to both main ingredients.

“Now see,” Nancy says after taking a bite of cake, “they are having a bad night.”

[moment0moriss]

This Post has been on my mind for awhile so I hope you like this!

!!THIS POST IS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO IS ASEXUAL AND DOES NOT FEATURE SMUT, HINTS OF SMUT, OR HINTS OF SEXUAL ATTRACTION!!

This isn’t written very well but it’s fine

The ship’s humidity felt like it bumped up the temperature by a least 10 degrees, but that’s just how it is on ships with a majority semi-aquatic crew. You would just have to deal with it. No matter how uncomfortable your sweaty clothes were. The only thing you could do about it was continue fanning yourself with the ship’s inventory ledgers. You continued to make your way to the captain’s office where you’ll sadly have to give up your fan.

When you finally made it the door’s opened with a loud click. You stepped inside where you saw Xho, a translation of his actual name, hunched over his desk. His head shot up quickly at the sound of your footsteps. You watched as the bioluminescent spots around his body turned a sort of bright teal color. You always found this aspect of his people’s biology to be beautiful. You’ve almost found yourself asking him if you could take a picture or draw him like this once or twice, but refrained from doing so as to not appear rude.

His round, dark eyes seemed focused on you for a bit. You wondered if he realized you were staring at his spots and quickly averted your eyes to his desk. You began to mess with the star shaped beads of your bracelet. His gaze shifted to it before shifting back to your face. He cleared his throat with a few clicking noises.

“I assume you are here with the ledgers?”

“Yes Captain, they are right here.”

You gently place them down on his desk. He grabs them with a long, webbed hand and begins to briefly flip through them. He nods.

“It seems all of the ledgers are here. I’ll be sure to look through them and hand them over to legal for our next stop.”

You nod. You tried to keep your eyes away from him but you just couldn’t help it. His tail, which looked similar to a shark’s, was right in your line of sight with those same beautiful bioluminescent markings. They were still glowing that gorgeous teal color, but now there was a deep indigo mixed with it. The colors looked especially nice coming from his gray skin.

“Is there anything else you need?”

Your back went rigid. You quickly shot your head up to look at him, feeling heat rise in your cheeks and neck. You coughed into your fist before he could make anymore comments.

“No sir, I was just a tad bit distracted, that’s all. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

His face held an unreadable expression, but you thought you saw pride mixed in there. You turned around to leave but his voice stopped you.

“Your shift is over, correct?”

“Yes?”

“That sounded more like a question than an answer.”

He smiled. Indigo light replaced some more of the teal. You hadn’t really read up on Xholst biology yet, definitely not because you’d been putting it off, so you had no idea what those colors meant. What you did know is that he was teasing you.

“Yes— yes my shift is over. May I ask why you would like to know?”

“Your bracelet, it’s glowing.”

“It… is”

You fiddled with the bracelet again. Your father had gotten it for you awhile ago when you first told him you wanted to travel into space. The stars glowed a bright green with the glow-in-the-dark material they were made of.

“Then, you reciprocate, correct?”

“What?”

You stared at him wide eyed. What in the world was he talking about?

He took a few steps closer, his long legs allowing him to cover a lot of distance in the suddenly too small office space.

“When I first caught you staring at me I thought it was simply curiosity from meeting a new species. But then, I catch you staring at my tail, my cheeks, my lights.”

His voice gets deeper towards the end of the sentence. It sends goose bumps down your spine.

“So I start showing them more often, the greens and blues, to see how you’d react. And then, you come in here, with green lights. You have to know what this means to my species, to me.”

You didn’t, but you have a feeling of what it is and boy were you nervous and excited to find out.

Not enough alien x human romances with bioluminescence imo. Alien trying SO casually to keep their lights to themselves, but every time you pass by they get so overwhelmed with the need to dazzle you. As enamored as you are with the pretty lightshow they are just as much obsessed with your reaction, trying to gauge your strange human expressions for reciprocation. Not that you don't compliment them outright, but all they can do when you try is glow a different color. PLEASE show them human fireworks, or decorate your room with fairy lights, even if you didn't mean it a declaration of romance they're flashing every color of every rainbow because omg you shared your light with them even though your body isn't capable of doing it in the same way! You have an alien partner now, I don't make the rules.

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Aranea Highwind Banner

The Admiration (Intersecting Wills) event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This event came with 1 banner.

Admiration (Intersecting Wills) Banner

The Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner features the following chars and their weapons:

Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI - Burst or BT only

Aranea Highwind from Final Fantasy XV - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and Force or FR

Cait Sith from Final Fantasy VII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Fran from Final Fantasy XII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Cait Sith’s LD, Aranea’s LD, and Aranea’s FR.

Have a copy of Aranea’s 15cp that has been limit broken once. Have copies of Aranea’s 35cp and Ex that haven’t been limit broken at all.

Thoughts about Aranea Highwind from Final Fantasy XV

I remember that I used to dislike Aranea Highwind from Final Fantasy XV (#ad) in DFFOO. I talk more about that in another post.

That was a long time ago though. These days, I don’t really dislike Aranea anymore. Can’t say I like her all that much either though. I guess it’s best to say that nowadays, I feel neutral towards her. I neither like nor dislike her.

I never felt like I needed her for anything. Never purposely pulled for any of her weapons. Well, I think I might have tossed a few tickets on her debut banner.

But since I wasn’t able to get her Ex and LD, never bothered to do any of her Summon Boards. I did get her Bloom Stone though.

Aranea has triple ATK 108 Artifacts, one of which has Miss Mercenary Boost★★ (Raises INT BRV, MAX BRV, ATK, DEF by 5% while Overclock active) as a secondary.

Now Aranea’s back on a banner again, and I still don’t feel like I need her. Don’t really want her either.

Even if I get her FR, I doubt I’d bother to fully build her and max her out due to lack of resources. So my plan was to just skip this banner.

I was kinda interested in Cait Sith’s LD though. It’s pretty good as a Call ability. I tried to pull for it before but failed to get it.

While it sucks to have missed out on Cait Sith’s LD, it's also true that I never got locked out of being able to do any quest due to not having said weapon.

Sure, there are a few times (very few, actually) wherein I found myself thinking it would have been nice to have Cait Sith’s LD so I could have brought him as a Call, but I’ve always been able to get through a fight even without said LD.

As such, I’m pretty sure I can continue to get by just fine without Cait Sith’s LD. Nevertheless, the fact that his LD is back and available on a banner again has me feeling tempted.

It doesn’t help that I kinda, sorta feel like pulling. I should wait for a new banner but I kinda want to pull now.

And since I’m missing a number of weapons on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner and I don’t have everything here fully MLB already, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to pull here even if it’s just for collection purposes.

I don’t know. I mean, I shouldn’t pull here. I should save for other upcoming banners but feeling very tempted anyway. Can’t seem to help myself.

Even if I have no intention of using Aranea for endgame content, even if I know I can get by just fine without Cait Sith’s LD, even if I know a different banner is coming really soon and I’m better off pulling on that banner instead, I still feel like pulling on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner anyway.

Admiration (Intersecting Wills) Banner Daily Free Draws Results

So far, I’ve somehow been able to hold off on tossing tickets on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner. Don’t know how long I’ll be able to manage though.

I've been using my daily free single draw on this banner. As can be expected, I always get either bronze or silver trash.

But one day I actually got a dupe of Aranea’s 35cp. Nice. I readily fused it to the copy I already have.

Didn’t bother to take a screenshot though because back then I thought I’d be able to hold off on pulling on this banner.

And anyway it was just a 35cp dupe. Nowadays, I don’t bother to take screenshots of 15cp and 35cp weapons, especially if they’re nothing more than dupes.

Admiration (Intersecting Wills) Banner Tickets Pulls Results

But much later, I actually ended up tossing tickets on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner. Forgot to take note of how many tickets I had on hand before I started pulling but IIRC, it was around 300+ or so.

Aside from the usual bronze and silver trash, including 10-draws with not a single gold, and 15cp and 35cp gold dupes, also got the following:

Was able to get my first copy of Aranea’s LD after only a couple of crappy 10-draws. Said new LD came from a gold orb.

This 10-draw only gave me 1 gold - Aranea’s LD.

Was down to 327 tickets when Aranea’s LD showed up.

Continued pulling since I’m still missing some weapons from this banner. After a few more 10-draws, I got a gold orb that gave me a dupe of Aranea’s Ex.

This 10-draw only gave me 1 gold - Aranea’s Ex.

A bit later on, was surprised but super pleased to get a Force orb.

Yay! It’s always nice to get a new Force weapon.

Still don’t have any plans of fully building Aranea though. Just don’t have the resources to spare to max out her FR, especially not when I don’t even think I’ll be using said FR.

Once again, this 10-draw only gave me 1 gold - Aranea’s FR.

Was down to 277 tickets when I got Aranea’s FR.

Have a copy of all of Aranea’s weapons now. They’re not all fully MLB but it’s fine. Don’t need to pull on this banner for those weapons anymore. So I should stop pulling already.

But I’m still missing Cait Sith’s LD, and I do kinda want to have it. And since I still have tickets, decided to keep pulling some more.

Unfortunately, Cait Sith’s LD didn’t show up. Instead, just got a lot of crap and dupes.

And a lot of the dupes were useless like that time when I got Fran’s 15cp. At least I also got 1 more dupe of Aranea’s 35cp so I can fully MLB the copy I have without having to use a single Power Stone.

After a few more crappy 10-draws, I got another Force orb. Welp, totally wasn’t expecting that at all.

The dupe Aranea FR isn’t unwelcome since this would help in limit breaking the copy I already have. But since I don’t have any plans of using said FR anyway, and since I already have 1 copy, I can’t help but wish that I’d gotten Cait Sith’s LD instead.

To my surprise, this 10-draw gave me 5 golds. Nice! Too bad they were all dupes. Aside from the dupe of Aranea’s FR, also got dupes of Aranea’s LD, Aranea’s 15cp, Cait Sith’s 15cp, and Aranea’s 15cp.

Ahh, wish that Aranea LD dupe had been Caith Sith’s LD instead. At least I now have enough dupes of Aranea’s 15cp to be able to fully MLB my first copy without having to use a single Power Stone.

Was down to 210 tickets when I got the dupes of Aranea’s LD, FR, and 15cp. Thankfully, I was finally able to stop myself from pulling on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner although it does suck that once again, Cait Sith’s LD eludes me.

Aranea Highwind from Final Fantasy XV

After fully max limit breaking Aranea’s 15cp and 35cp, opted to do the same for her Ex and LD. Also Purpled her Ex or upgraded it to Ex+ 3/3. Fused the dupes of her FR that I got then equipped her with said weapon.

Finished fully limit breaking Aranea’s first armor then bought her second armor and did the same to it.

Also spent the Book and Ingots needed to Purple said armor so I could get more CP in order to be able to equip all of her passives and extensions and such.

Completed all of her Summon Boards but didn’t bother to get any of her Character Enhancement Boards or Force Enhancements.

Normally, I’d at least unlock parts of her Char Boards, particularly the tiles that would give me her LD Call and LD extension passive.

But after taking a closer look at Aranea’s LD Call and LD extension passive, I wasn’t really impressed with the effects of both. Didn’t think I’d need either, especially since I still don’t have any plans of using Aranea for endgame content.

Decided to equip Aranea with the following RF Spheres: King’s (from Final Fantasy Type-0) RF A Sphere, Ardyn Izunia’s (Ardyn Lucis Caelum from Final Fantasy XV) RF A Sphere, and Irvine Kinneas’s (from Final Fantasy VIII) RF E Sphere.

Never really got to use Aranea before. Since mine wasn’t fully built at all and I didn’t even have all of her weapon back then, never bothered to use her. But IIRC, I’ve been able to borrow a few friend support Araneas and I’ve seen more than a few in co-op fights.

That was a long time ago though, so took Aranea to a battle just now. It was an easy quest so it was no surprise at all that Aranea did well.

She can deal pretty good damage, she can break and rebreak enemies, and she can even delay them. She can also debuff them.

I’d forgotten how long some of Aranea’s animations are. It’s kind of annoying, especially since some of the animations of her moves are also pretty similar to each other.

Also, I have to say that I don’t like how Aranea wears a helmet during battle. Not really fond of how you can’t see her face thanks to the helmet. When not in battle though (like in cut scenes), she doesn’t wear the helmet. I wish we had the option to remove her helmet even in battle.

Started farming for Aranea’s preferred Artifacts (ATK 108 with Miss Mercenary Boost★★) but have yet to get the last 2 I need.

Aside from getting crappy and useless Arts, I also somehow keep getting ATK 108 with MAX BRV 330. Too bad these aren’t the perfect Artifacts for Aranea.

It took a really long time before I was able to get the last 2 ATK 108 with Miss Mercenary Boost★★ Artifacts for Aranea.

Had to fuse hundreds of Eidojas before I saw these Arts. To make matters worse, the ones I got ended up costing 15 CP. Meh.

Since I still had some more Eidojas left, decided to fuse all of them to see if I could get another ATK 108 with Miss Mercenary Boost★★ Artifact with a lower CP cost.

Was only able to get one before I ran out of Eidojas. This one cost 12 CP so it was only slightly better than the ones that cost 15 CP.

Ah, well. At least I finally have triple of Aranea’s perfect Artifacts and at least she has enough CP to equip all 3 of them.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner? What do you think about Celes Chere, Aranea Highwind, and all the other chars featured on this banner? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

[mochikeiji]

Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after  pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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