#i need to start drawing him again. would be nice to finally get his features right i think
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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? :)
#i don't mind it.. i like new art.. good art.. yay... but#i yearn for discussing about him drowning in a pool of water and the orcas coming to save him like how he has saved them#him after they had won the case and everything went back to normal. except both his (probably close) friends are no longer there#sometimes i also think he is aplatonic. and then people who are often in his life are just. gone#and still. his life goes on and he does the same work he's always done as before#that feeling athena mistaken as him having romantic feelings. it's a strong feeling. i don't know to describe it as platonic love either#because it's really just the feeling of having someone you've come to care about deeply.#i lost track of what i actually wanted to say ngl. this is just rambling#sugomori gaku#it doesn't even have to be sad lol. what about him with the penguins. i saw a lot of art of him with penguin themes back then#i need to start drawing him again. would be nice to finally get his features right i think#actually idk what im saying goodbye
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white flag âš 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 youâd acted. with time youâd 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 youâve 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. youâd 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 â that was probably done yesterday, not that you noticed â 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.
"ohâ 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 â he did deserve it â 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 sameâŚ" 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 â there isn't much that gets by him â 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?"
"ughâŚ" you groan with the annoyance the memory bring up. "my stupid neighbour left a fucking candle burning all night, the twat."
"what a fuckin' idiotâŚ" 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.
"hmmâŚ" 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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m reader . g. fluff, est idol x fan . w/ pure brainrot fluff. bookshelf.
ě´íŹěš . lee heeseung âââââ when he first saw you after the girl in front of you finally got up, he was like, âwoah? didn't know fanboys exist!â he was just so used to seeing fangirls at fan signs.
he was literally eyeing you everywhere, not in a bad way nor seductive way, just in a curious wayâwhile you were introducing yourself. when you noticed him, he was like, âno no, just keep talking, y/n.â making you a little faint when you heard him say your name.
he kept giving out compliments every time you give him your homemade gifts, and all of what he's saying is genuine! i meanâit's just that every time he receives gifts, he'd always make sure to appreciate it. plus, he just likes homemade stuffâlike your little enhypen lightstick crochet, and little letters with tons of features and 3d stuff when you open them. he likes seeing how much effort someone puts in to give him something. even if it's not a 3 million diamond ring, he'll gladly accept your matching paper rings.
and when it comes to him now signing your album covers and photo cards, he is super careful not to mess up his signature. he even writes âhope we meet again, y/n!â with a heart sign in messy handwriting because the staff was already telling you to get up since your fan sign time was up. even though he wants to spend more time with you and get to know you better, there are a ton more fans, mostly girls, waiting to talk to him. and after you get up and greet him goodbye, he'll still be looking at you even though you're already at the end of the line for the next member you're going to meet, hoping that in the next meet and greet, he will see you again.
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ěą . park jongseong âââââ genuinely shocked, like starstrucked shocked. whoâs gonna blame him though? especially after seeing a fanboy this cute that he can rival sunoo's cuteness! when you sat down, you were immediately greeted with tons and tons of questions, first being your name obviously. it kind of made you feel like âabdvsioqlwdsjâ and also concernedâsince you know that jay doesn't really speak first, considering how you were kind of eavesdropping on the girl in front of you earlier.
when you brought out your crocheted doll of him, he was so impressed! his jaw was dropping, which made felt butterflies in your stomach. and when you also took out the super realistic drawing of the one and only park jongseong, a.k.a him! he was likeââoh my gosh?? that's so nice.â while giving you a thumbs up. you didn't think he would like it that much like?? you were just staring at him with dilated eyes the whole time he was observing the drawing.
he was sadâbut didn't show it when the staff told you that your time with him was over. in his eyes, he thought that this was the shortest meet and greet he had ever done...
â・ Ë sim jeayun
when he first saw you after looking over the girl in front of him to see who was next in line, he was excited! like probably more excited than you, that you'd think he was the one meeting you... but who could blame him? after rows and rows of seeing lovestruck girls, he of course would be excited to know that he can also attract the same gender.
when you started talking he was looking at you like he was some middleschoolgirltalkingtohercrush with his left hands holding his chin. and when you brought out your homemade gifts, he looked so happy!! so happy to the fact he held your hand with his own the whole time after you brought ur little crochet keychains.
and when the staff told you that u needed to go now, he literally said 'just one more minute!' which the staff had no choice but to oblige since he wouldn't stop begging like you'd think he was the fanboy wanting to spend more time with his idol. and now when that one more minute time is up, he told u that he wished that he told the staff a longer extra time with you, but sigh u and him can only wish that you two would see each other again next time.
â・ Ë park sunghoon
ngl he looked indifferent when he saw u but his actions says other wise. he was so flirty? like oh my gosh.. he wasn't even hiding it... feel like he would use some of those pick up lines he would see in tiktok just to see if you'd fold, spoiler alert you did. but nevermind that whenever, you ask him questions he would answer it so detailed?! and when u asked him 'would you go out with a man?' he would reply 'a man? well if it's with you, then...' FOLDED. you were be blushing so hard, that you had to lean back on the chair and cover your red face, while watching sunghoon chuckle beautifully.
when it comes to signing he would write 'to y/n-ie!' with a ;) face. and would praise you if you had a rare photocard piece of him, since this man knows his value! definitely intrigued by you, cause after he signed your album and photocards he started asking you tons of questions and when he asked who's your bias and you answered a different member, he looked... betrayed? he would continue asking why that member is your bias? and NOT the one and only ice prince! and when the staff told you that ur fan sign time is up with him, he would high five you and as you stand up he would blow you a kiss watching as your face turn red.
#enhypen#enha#enhypen x you#enhypen x male reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen heeseung#enhypen jake#enhypen jay#enhypen sunghoon#jeayun x male reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#jay x reader#heeseung x reader#⢠ËËË eviline writes đŹ
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A beautiful day
Yes, there is one explicit reference to my favorite angelâs 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 Iâm posting it as it almost at 8000. Iâm very happy, thank you, so cheers queers đĽ
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):
âThatâs whatâs left of us in the end.â Terzo looked at the grave and then turned around, briefly including the landscape in his sight. âI never really liked graves. Heâs not really there.â 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. âWhat⌠would you prefer?â they asked hesitantly. âEmbalmed.â Iyrin patiently waited for him to continue; they knew him too well to think that was the end of it. âPut on display in the Ministry forever, like a Greek statue. Naked.â They raised an eyebrow, slightly tilting their head down as if inviting him to finish. ââŚMy dick well visible, fully erected,â he finally added. Iyrin nodded, satisfied. ââHere lies Terzo Emeritus but his dick is still aliveâ, a nice line for an epitaph,â they murmured, glancing around. They were glad Terzo could still mask his discomfort with humor. They tightened their grip on his hand. âWhat would you really want?â Terzo stiffened, uneasy at the thought of his own death. âCremated,â he said, narrowing his eyes at the grave. âYou can scatter my ashes wherever you want, or keep them... I donât know for what, honestly. That or anything that doesnât imply being eaten by worms.â Iyrin blinked, surprised he was entrusting them with such an important decision. Perhaps he really couldnât care less about what would be done with his remains. Terzoâs 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, âDo you understand this?â he asked, seemingly disconnected from the moment. Iyrin understood only after a bit what he meant. âDo you understand what it means to us when it is truly over?â But even though they knew he needed to be comforted, they found themselves unable to reply. After a moment of silence, Iyrin finally spoke. âI 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.â Terzo frowned beside them. âSometimes you just need to be the one that leaves first. Thatâs what I have always done.â After a few moments filled with silence, their lips moved again. âEternity isnât better,â they considered sadly. âYou really cannot escape that.â 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. âLookâŚâ they said, inviting him to appreciate the beauty around them, âIt is such a beautiful day.â 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 wonât spoil here) who was kidnapped by a group of drunk Ghouls and finds themselves held hostage (or âguestâ) 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 himâŚ
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.
#One thing for sure when I draw: I ALWAYS pick the wrong black even though I have my favorite shade pinned in my palette#And I always realize it too late#the band ghost#the band ghost fanart#papa emeritus lll#terzo x oc#the band ghost fanfiction#terzo emeritus#oc: Iyrin#the band ghost comic#Very roughly done and can be surely improved but man I do what I can#I mean weâre not meant to be perfect here weâre just meant to enjoy stuff#Just realized that it may seem confusing because there are visions and flashbacks#but hey you know what youâll die with me and my fever dreams today#OsirisBC-fanart
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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 iâm drawing this out bc iâm not entirely ready to say goodbye to fd yet. idk. donât 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. âHoney, the phoneâs for you! Can you pick it up there?â Your mom calls for you again, and you groan.
âIâm not here!â
âItâs Eddie!â Your mom really isnât getting it. You reach for your phone, begrudgingly plugging it back into the wall. It starts ringing immediately.
âWhat could you possibly have to say right now?â
His voice cracks over the receiver. âBaby, please. That picture was taken forever ago. I promise-â
You sigh. âWhen.â
âWhat?â
âWhen was the picture taken, Eddie?â
Pause. Silence. You chew on your bottom lip, regretting your question.
âFebruary.â
âOf this year?!â
Itâs Eddieâs turn to yell. âWhy does it matter? We hadnât talked for so long, sheâs a friend-â
âThere is no fucking way youâre just friends with Kathleen fuckinâ Hanna, Eddie! Did you sleep with her?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me!â
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Eddieâs 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 doesnât want to tell you, but heâs decided against lying to you ever again.
âYeah, I did.â The line goes dead, dial tone buzzing in his ears. âFuck!â He slams the phone back into its cradle. âIâm Sorry Wayne, I gotta go.â
âYou sure you donât wanna stick around, let âem cool off?â Wayne calls to Eddie from the kitchen table.
âNo.â He surprises himself with how easily it comes out. âI canât lose âem again. Iâll come back, I promise.â
âYeah, yeah.â He waves dismissively at his nephew. âGo fix it. And quit doinâ stupid shit, would ya?â
Eddie chuckles despite himself. âYessir.â
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The flight to Boston only takes three hours, but theyâre the longest of Eddieâs life, and heâs gone through alcohol withdrawal. Logan airport bustles with tourists and townies. âWheâd we pahk the cah?â A dad turns to his flustered wife, whoâs got one kid on her hip, another yanking on her hand.
Eddie hails a cab outside before remembering he doesnât know your address. âShit.â He mumbles, crawling back out of the taxi and jogging to the pay phone outside.
The operator connects him to Steve. âHello?â
âSteve, man, hey. Where does Y/n live?â
âIn Boston, dude. You know that.â
âNo! Their address, I need their address.â
âWhy would you need their address? Wouldnât they tell you- Oh no. The magazine?â
âYeah, the fuckinâ magazine, man! Now please, where do they live?â Steve recites an address for Eddie to scribble on his forearm. âThank you. Lifesaver, seriously.â
âYeah, a few times now.â Eddie laughs with him before hanging up.
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Your POV
âComing, jeez!â 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 youâre in your pajamas with a burrito and your second drink of the evening. âWhat the fuck?â
âCan I explain? Please?â
âEddie, whatââ
He pushes past you into the hallway, closing the door behind him. âPlease.â 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 heâs here? When he came here, supposedly, to make things right?
Eddie huffs a breath, and you focus your attention. âOkay. Explain.â
â
February 1992
Eddieâs 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. Heâs 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. Itâs 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 heâs not, when he starts in on âThe underground riotgrrl movement.â He growls the word like a confused dog, but then adds. âWe have a new single from Death Dance Approximately. This is Choke On It!â
The MTV logo flickers, and then youâre 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 Iâll get to seeâŚâ The scene changes, and Eddie sits up straighter. The video portrays a flashback, where the character youâre playing is wearing much brighter clothing, and holding hands with a handsome actor Eddieâs probably met eight different times without realizing it. Heâs 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 isnât meant to let everyone know, only him. And it hits exactly where heâs 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 youâd almost knocked him out with a coffee mug.
âDrinkinâ alone?â A voice behind him snaps Eddie from his pity party, and he feels its owner take a seat on the booth. He didnât think so, but when he looks around the booth he realizes all of his company has disappeared into the dark of the bar.
âYeah, guess I am.â
âWhy is that?â She leans in, resting her cheek in her hand as she stares dreamily into his eyes. Heâs 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 youâre burning a pile of what he can assume is your exâs belongings, makeup bleeding down your cheeks, far more exaggerated than heâd seen on your face before, but not entirely unlikely.
âYou like âem?â
âWhat?â His eyes snap back to where Kathleen observed him.
âDeath Dance? You like âem?â He doesnât have an answer to that. âI think theyâre cool,â she muses. âY/n is a rockstar.â
He scoffs despite himself. âYeah, you could say that.â
She cocks an eyebrow at him. âWhatâs that mean?â
âNothinâ, long story.â
âIâve got time.â
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present day
He stops, finally looking to where you sit to find youâve stood up. You stare over him, arms crossed over your chest. âWhat did you tell her?â You sound almost nervous.
âI told her about us. I donât know why she listened, or why she agreed to leave with me. She let me talk the whole time, and I donât know if she cared or if she just pitied me, but it was nice. It felt good to talk. I hadnât talked to anyone about it in so long.â
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. âThis is so fucking stupid.â
âLook, Iâm sorry, I had no-â
âNo, stop. Iâm not mad at you. Most of those pictures are me anyway, Eddie. These assholes canât just mind their own business.â
Itâs Eddieâs turn to be quizzical. âWhat do you suppose we do about that, then?â
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Your POV
You bite your bottom lip in thought. âWe could, I dunno, ignore it?â
Eddie snorts, but his smile fades when he sees youâre serious. âBaby, I donât think thatâs possible. I donât even remember them taking that picture.â
âThat doesnât really mean much, Eds. You were wasted.â
âTouchĂŠ.â He grumbles. âBut still, I think we should just. Ugh,â He doesnât want to tell you what heâs thinking, but you wait. You have an idea of what heâs going to suggest. âI think we should embrace it. Weâre together, right? In any other scenario, Iâd be showinâ you off to anyone that would let me. Why should it be any different now?â
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. Heâs the Eddie youâd met six years ago, the one youâd 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 Eddieâs swinging the wrecking ball. âIf you want, of course. We can think of something else, though.â He adds, waving his hands anxiously.
âI want to. Iâm so tired of this shit, letting these fuckers harass us. I want to be able to exist without feeling like Iâm being watched.â
Eddieâs deep in thought, face scrunched, lips pressed together. âOkay,â He says finally, the pieces connecting in his head. âI have an idea.â
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Eddieâs POV
âYou think this is gonna work?â You lean against the bedroom door frame as Eddie dawns one of your fatherâs old baseball caps.
He grins, meeting your eyes in the mirror. âAre you doubting my ability to play tricks?â
You giggle, and Eddie feels his face ache from smiling. âOf course not! But these leeches twist everything to fit a made up narrative that people eat up without question!â
âWhich is exactly why weâll give them something so cliche they wonât be able to help themselves.â Heâs comparing different pairs of your sunglasses next to his face. âAnd then, theyâll get bored and move on.â
âI dunno, that last part seems unlikely.â
Eddie frowns, turning to face you. âWe donât have to do this, yâknow.â
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
âNo, I want to. They wonât leave us alone either way. Might as well have some fun with it.â You hand Eddie the sunglasses with rounder frames. âThese ones. They look like Ozzyâs.â
âGod, I love you.â
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Hey â˝ ! 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 ?đđ˝đđ˝ Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe đ
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
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LES GET STARTED
Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mcâs Sketches of them
Warnings: None đ âthough Ais does get a lil flirty in his
Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my bestâ also not proof-read
Ais
ALR ALR ALR SO
This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because Iâm also kinda obsessed with that movieâ
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 donât 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 Bastardâlmao)
When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging outâheâs settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.
Itâs definitely something you donât want to forgetâand thankfully, youâve got your sketchbook with you.
As your sketching, youâre 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.
Theyâre kind, but hauntedâexhausted.
But they always still light up when seeing you.
âHmm, looks nice.â
You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.
You instantly snap the book shut, but itâs too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.
âEasy, sparrow. Wasnât going to judge.â
Your shoulders slowly relax, and since heâs being niceânice enoughâyou eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enoughâ a bit shy.
Once heâs finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds itâyou finally realize heâs posing.
âlooked like you enjoyed drawing me.â 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. âYouâre good at expressions,â
âYours are easy to read.â
That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.
âMm, yeah? Wellââ 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. ââtell me what this one means.â
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.
âDamn bastard.â
AAAAAAAAAAA
OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY
NOW UNTO KURAS đ
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.
âThey must mistake you for a tree.â You tease, earning a small chuckle.
Eventually, you near the area you always walk toâa small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesnât make for the best scenery, but itâs 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 earâfingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.
You canât 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 hairâand the way he holds himself, so regally, refinedâbut 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. âDo you like it?â
He reaches for your sketchbook, âMay I?â
When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.
You donât have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expressionâyou canât help but feel amusedâitâs almost like heâs a child seeing snow for the first time. âYou drew all of these?â He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.
You nod, standing beside him.
âItâsâŚIâve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.â He glances away before regaining himself. âCould you teach me?â
EEEEEEEE
yes Kuras I will teach you <33
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I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, Iâve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN
Tysm again for the ask đ
And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!
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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-
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đ§¸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 doesnât know how to show it.
A/n: Iâve been working on this for a bit and I canât be bothered finishing majority of this chapter since I wanna get it out.
P.s: I havenât edited this chapter and probably wonât bc I canât 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 havenât slept all night due to working on this painting, though I did steal this plain canvas from my roommate, he probably wouldnât mind.
âIâm back! Dance practice was really tiring.. my shoulder hurts..â And there he is. My roommate himself, Hyunjin. I laugh slightly, moving away from my art to greet him. âCouldnât you just take a break from dancing? Have sometime to yourself maybe, you know.. Iâm always here if you feel like hanging out. itâs break after all. â
He looks at me, tilting his head to the side and scratching his neck. âIâm down for hanging out. Iâm 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, Iâll 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 Iâm currently working on.
âWow.. the background blends so nicely!â He gasps, rubbing my shoulder with pride.
I feel my cheeks flush slightly, but smile.
"Itâs nothing much. Just my usual style, Iâm 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. âThe water looks incredible, i would say I could do better but i canât.â
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 Hyunjinâs hoodies and slide it over my shirt, itâs a bit baggy but whatever. âWhat are you drawing?â I ask as i sit beside him again, hugging my knees to my chest due to the sudden change of the weather.
âJust someoneâ he mumbles. My eyes canât 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. âYour cold.. give me a minute.â 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.
âHere you go!â I giggle, handing him one of the hot chocolates, receiving a hug in response.
âAh thanks .. Iâm gonna get into bed, itâs gonna storm later. You can join me if youâd like, I know you donât like storms.â 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, heâs asleep already. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. Itâs already raining and the storm is gliding over to us, *buzz.. buzz* the light starts flickering as the power goes out.
âN-no..please donât do this to me tonight.. n-no.. no..â i clench my sheets and cry softly.
âJ-Jinnieee.. w-wake up, itâs scary..â
I sob louder, shaking from the cold and my fears.
âJinnieâŚâ I lay down under the sheets with him
âHm?.. Hey Shh, youâre okay. Come here.â Hyunjin moves closer to me, hugging me tightly as my tears soak through his shirt. âThe storm is outside. Youâre safe in here with me. Itâs not gonna get usâ
âB-but what if it d-â My words are cut off as my head pushes into his chest, before I know it heâs leaving soft kisses on my head while continuing to soothe me. âI⌠I..â 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.
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Pictures and portraits
ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN
sort of out of character wilbur but itâs okaayyyyy
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.
NAMED BY JADE !!!!!
2.1k words letâs 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 hadnât 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 wasnât quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; heâd go over and ask you once heâd finished this. He didnât 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 âam i alright to sit hereâ. 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 werenât from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.
âPhotography?â 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.
âYeah! Youâre an artist?â you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.
âThatâs right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you donât mind.â 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 featureâs 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?
âI donât mind. I donât mind at all, itâs gorgeous.â you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. âOh, I donât know your name. Iâm y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. Itâs so pretty, you made me so pretty.â you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldnât help it, the sketch was just too incredible.
âIâm glad you like it.â he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. âWilbur,â letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasnât sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.
âWilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?â you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.
He couldnât help but return the smile, looking down at you. âThank you. Yeah, Iâm going to paint it. Actually, Iâd 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.â 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. âI donât know it off by heart, sorry.â you said, laughing slightly âAnd, of course Iâll send over the pictures. Iâd be happy to help, youâre so talented.â
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.
âYou like it that much, huh?â Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldnât understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.
âYou make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing itâs so incredible?â you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldnât admit that though.
âIâm not sure, if Iâm being quite honest. Iâve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I donât think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.â 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 doesnât hate it because youâre there. âWell, I think itâs perfect. Especially the background, you mustâve been here for hours.â you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera youâd spent your lifeâs savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, âHowâs this?â you asked, looking over at him.
âPerfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.â he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.
âYeah, sure.â 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 Wilburâs 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. âChrist, youâre tall.â you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.
âI get that a lot. 6â6â 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 didnât really mind.
â6â6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.â
âItâs okay, I donât mind. Youâre a photographer? What else do you photograph?â 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.
âI, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever Iâm 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.â you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone wouldâve 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 didnât want to let go. Youâd put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldnât confront you about it, you were wrong.
âSo you think Iâm pretty, y/n?â he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.
âUm, uh. I-â you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. âYouâre a cunt!â you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.
âYâface was a picture. Maybe Iâll paint it.â he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. âIf it makes you feel any better, I think youâre quite pretty too.â he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.
You were sure you could die in that moment.
âDo you sell your artwork?â you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided heâd go along with it.
âYeah, I have a little group Iâm in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. Itâs more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.â he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. Heâd probably crash into something if he stared for too long.
âThatâs a really cool idea. You make much money?â
âWouldnât you like to know, Iâm kidding. Depends whoâs buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we donât.â
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 youâd 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.
âIt was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?â he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didnât notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.
âIâd love that. Where do you want to go?â you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.
âThereâs a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. Iâll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?â
â3 is perfect. I canât wait.â you said, still beaming up at him. He couldnât help but return it.
âYouâre going to ruin me.â he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
âYeah.â
âBye y/n.â
âBye Wilbur.â
Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, âIâm going that way.â
âLet me walk you home.â he replied, he decided he shouldâve offered that in the first place.
âOh, no, itâs okay. You donât have t-â 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. âRude.â you said, looking up at him.
âSorry, dove, I wonât walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?â he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.
âYeah? Whereâs this cannibal? Iâll fight him off myself.â
âHeâs right next to you.â he said, sarcastically.
You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. âNoo! Please!!!! Donât eat me?! Whereâs my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!â
He laughed, you laughed.
âI lied. I wonât eat you. Not yet, anyway.â
âIâm glad to hear that, Iâll be on the look out for being eaten though.â
âProbably for the best.â 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.
âI hope youâre not going to stalk me now you know where I live.â you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didnât mind though.
âNo promises.â he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.
âDo you even live anywhere near here?â you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.
âYeah, not too far.â he wasnât lying but he wasnât 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.
âThis is me.â you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.
âFlat?â
âYeah. Everythingâs way expensive here.â
âTell me about it.â
âSo Iâll see you tomorrow then?â
âYeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.â
âGood bye Wilbur.â 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.
#writing#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur x reader#romance#please help#wilbur soot#fanfic#artist!wilbur#silbur woot
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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)?đđ thank you.
Tenn and Momo x shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional
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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.
#idolish7#idolish7 x reader#ainana#idolish seven#idolish7 headcanons#i7#kujo tenn#kujo tenn x reader#idolish7 momo#momo x reader#momose sunohara#momose sunohara x reader#trigger#re:vale
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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.
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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 skillsâŚit was fun, but she definitely needed more practice. And Hiccup had been on her case about learning close combat as well. âWhat about archery? I wanna get better at that, and close combat, âcause I know I need to do that⌠So, just fighting stuff, I guess?â That could be a start. And yeah, sure, maybe she wouldnât 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. âYeah, um, theyâre- theyâre dead- well I think. Most of them I know for a fact that they are, but thereâs uh, thereâs two of them who are just âmissingâ, but theyâre probably dead by now too.â
She was so glad that he didnât hate her, because yes, he was her friend, and she was happy about that. âIt does kind of matter though, what I said. I shouldâve thought about what I was gonna say before I said it, thatâs my fault, and Iâm sorry.â
She shook her head. No, they wouldnât 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 didnât, she did, and she knew that they were probably rooting for her. She just wished that they were here with her. âIâŚIâll try that, thanks Hiccup.â 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. âSometimes, 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, âcause they got in trouble if they got caught, so it was too risky for them to stay, but still, it was really nice.â She hadnât realized that she had started softly crying until after she finished, but she wasnât necessarily upset. She felt relieved that she had finally talked to someone about them that wasnât 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."
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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 elseâs blorbos was much more difficult than I thought, but I hope you were naughty enough to deserve this gift.Â
Your Secret SantaÂ
âYou do want to play with meâÂ
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 someoneâs 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 yesterdayâs 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.
âGlad you have woken up already. I thought I overdid the chloroform.â
There would be an answer, if not the cloth gagging Virgil.Â
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.
âMaybe you are too hot? You seem sweatyâ Nick cooed with a smirk. âThe windows are decked shut, as you see, but maybe if you lost some clothes..?â
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.Â
Exposed, he trembled like a rabbit in front of a predator.Â
âNo worries. If you get cold again, I know a few ways to warm you up. First of all, letâs give you some exerciseâÂ
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 Virgilâs 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 manâs wrists, he pulled him up until his precious toy tip-toed, shoulders barely supporting his outstretched weight.Â
âYeah, stretching is a nice way to start the exercising habit lightly, isnât it? Some diet supper later and youâll be in an even more fabulous shape in no time. Because youâll want to play with me then, no?âÂ
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.Â
*****Â
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 timeâtestaments to his sinister adoration. They showed Virgil in different poses, mostly bound in stress positions, but sometimes covering in Nickâs arms for even the slightest shred of touch.Â
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 captorâs 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.Â
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 toyâs spirit further, ensuring he remained entirely under his control.
Virgilâs 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.
*****Â
It was probably weeks of the kidnapper satisfying himself with Virgilâs 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.Â
The evening to claim his prize has finally arrived.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âDrink, you will need that hydration todayâ he commanded, but just started pouring the liquid over Virgilâs nose and mouth, drenching him and making his spit and gasp for breath. Not much ended in his throat.Â
Then the dreaded sound followed. Unzipping.Â
Virgil closed his eyes shut and longed for the warm breeze and birdsong. It didnât come.
âSay âaaahâ, V. You do want to be occupied for our playdate today, I promise youâ he teased. His hard cock already resting on the otherâs chin. âTodayâs game: You bite, you die.â
Captiveâs mouth was full in an instant, Virgil wasnât 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.Â
After what felt like eternity (...what does âa flowerâ mean? âŚwhat is âa birdâ?), the tormentor slowly changed positions and Virgil felt desperate, hot tears waterfalling from his eyes (Will he suck me off today as well? Why canât he just leave me alone?). As movement of the hips tore his throat in pain, soon another sensation took over. And no, Nick didnât even touch him down there.Â
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.Â
âYou bite, you die!â he hissed again, breathing heavily as his victory was coming.Â
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. Nickâs 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.Â
As the second initial was being finished, Virgilâs 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 Virgilâs mouth and cumming all over his masterpiece.Â
There was dry coughing and gagging next.Â
âJeez, Vâ Nick was out of breath, but full of satisfaction âI need to immortalize you like this in my scrapbook!â
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.
âIâve told you! You wanted to play with me today, didnât ya?âÂ
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Tales of a 126 Valentineâs 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:Â Mateo thinks Nancy is uncomfortable on their fancy date. She is, just not for the reasons he thinks.
Sheâs uncomfortable, he can tell. She keeps fidgeting and adjusting her dress and sheâs already been to the bathroom twice and keeps looking back in its direction like sheâs about to go a third time.
Itâs the restaurant. Itâs too fussy or too quiet or too something. Heâs not really sure. Maybe this had been a bad idea. They liked to try new places for dinner but itâs usually like food trucks and diners and any place that offered take out. This place definitely did not offer take out. Heâs 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 heâd just bought because none of his old ones seemed nice enough for this place.
âIâm sorry.â He says, the moment Nancy returns to the table; before she can even fully sits back down.
She looks startled by his abrupt apology. âWhy?â
âBecause I should have picked a different restaurant, youâre not having a good time and ââ
âI am having a good time.â She objects.
âYouâve been to the bathroom three times and weâve only been here fifteen minutes.â Nancyâs cheeks flush pink and she looks around nervously before adjusting her dress again. âSee youâre uncomfortable, we should go somewhere else.â Heâs 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.
âMateo, donât, its fine.â She reaches across the table, covering both his hands with hers, coaxing him to put the phone down. âIâm fine, I promise.â
âBut â â
âYou really want to know whatâs wrong?â 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. âItâs not the restaurant, itâs my bra.â She whispers.
Mateo looks back at her confused. âWhat?â
âMy bra, my stupid strapless bra,â she whispers a little louder. âIt keeps slipping down and this place if so fancy, I feel weird hiking it up out here in public, thatâs why I keep going to the bathroom.â 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.
âSeriously?â He asks.
âSeriously.â
âIf itâs that uncomfortable, why did you wear it?â
âI had to buy a dress, I didnât have one that was fancy enough for this place,â she admits, âand it unfortunately needs a bra, this bra.â
The table nearest to them seems to have finally taken an interest in their conversation. Apparently if you say âbraâ enough in public that happens. Nancyâs face burns a darker shade of red as she sits back up in her chair, her reassuring smile starting to slip.
âMy new shoes are too tight and I canât feel half my toes.â 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. âIâve been thinking about taking them off, but I didnât want to get us thrown out.â
âDo it!â Nancy urges. âThey canât tell, the tablecloths are too long.â
âHow do you ââ
âI already took mine off.â
âYou didnât.â 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 Mateoâs 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 coupleâs preordered dessert in apology for the disturbance. Chocolate cake with pistachios. According to the waiter, the man had thought it was the womanâs favorite. The woman was in fact extremely allergic to both main ingredients.
âNow see,â Nancy says after taking a bite of cake, âthey are having a bad night.â
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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 isnât written very well but itâs fine
The shipâs humidity felt like it bumped up the temperature by a least 10 degrees, but thatâs 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 shipâs inventory ledgers. You continued to make your way to the captainâs office where youâll sadly have to give up your fan.
When you finally made it the doorâs 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 peopleâs biology to be beautiful. Youâve 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.
âI assume you are here with the ledgers?â
âYes Captain, they are right here.â
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.
âIt seems all of the ledgers are here. Iâll be sure to look through them and hand them over to legal for our next stop.â
You nod. You tried to keep your eyes away from him but you just couldnât help it. His tail, which looked similar to a sharkâs, 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.
âIs there anything else you need?â
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.
âNo sir, I was just a tad bit distracted, thatâs all. Iâll be taking my leave now.â
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.
âYour shift is over, correct?â
âYes?â
âThat sounded more like a question than an answer.â
He smiled. Indigo light replaced some more of the teal. You hadnât really read up on Xholst biology yet, definitely not because youâd been putting it off, so you had no idea what those colors meant. What you did know is that he was teasing you.
âYesâ yes my shift is over. May I ask why you would like to know?â
âYour bracelet, itâs glowing.â
âIt⌠isâ
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.
âThen, you reciprocate, correct?â
âWhat?â
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.
âWhen 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.â
His voice gets deeper towards the end of the sentence. It sends goose bumps down your spine.
âSo I start showing them more often, the greens and blues, to see how youâd react. And then, you come in here, with green lights. You have to know what this means to my species, to me.â
You didnât, 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.
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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)Â 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 Sithâs LD, Araneaâs LD, and Araneaâs FR.
Have a copy of Araneaâs 15cp that has been limit broken once. Have copies of Araneaâs 35cp and Ex that havenât 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 donât really dislike Aranea anymore. Canât say I like her all that much either though. I guess itâs 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 wasnât 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 Boostâ
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(Raises INT BRV, MAX BRV, ATK, DEF by 5% while Overclock active) as a secondary.
Now Araneaâs back on a banner again, and I still donât feel like I need her. Donât really want her either.
Even if I get her FR, I doubt Iâd 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 Sithâs LD though. Itâs 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 Sithâs 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 Sithâs LD so I could have brought him as a Call, but Iâve always been able to get through a fight even without said LD.
As such, Iâm pretty sure I can continue to get by just fine without Cait Sithâs LD. Nevertheless, the fact that his LD is back and available on a banner again has me feeling tempted.
It doesnât help that I kinda, sorta feel like pulling. I should wait for a new banner but I kinda want to pull now.
And since Iâm missing a number of weapons on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner and I donât have everything here fully MLB already, it doesnât seem like such a bad idea to pull here even if itâs just for collection purposes.
I donât know. I mean, I shouldnât pull here. I should save for other upcoming banners but feeling very tempted anyway. Canât 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 Sithâs LD, even if I know a different banner is coming really soon and Iâm 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, Iâve somehow been able to hold off on tossing tickets on the Admiration (Intersecting Wills) banner. Donât know how long Iâll 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 Araneaâs 35cp. Nice. I readily fused it to the copy I already have.
Didnât bother to take a screenshot though because back then I thought Iâd be able to hold off on pulling on this banner.
And anyway it was just a 35cp dupe. Nowadays, I donât bother to take screenshots of 15cp and 35cp weapons, especially if theyâre 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 Araneaâs 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 - Araneaâs LD.
Was down to 327 tickets when Araneaâs LD showed up.
Continued pulling since Iâm still missing some weapons from this banner. After a few more 10-draws, I got a gold orb that gave me a dupe of Araneaâs Ex.
This 10-draw only gave me 1 gold - Araneaâs Ex.
A bit later on, was surprised but super pleased to get a Force orb.
Yay! Itâs always nice to get a new Force weapon.
Still donât have any plans of fully building Aranea though. Just donât have the resources to spare to max out her FR, especially not when I donât even think Iâll be using said FR.
Once again, this 10-draw only gave me 1 gold - Araneaâs FR.
Was down to 277 tickets when I got Araneaâs FR.
Have a copy of all of Araneaâs weapons now. Theyâre not all fully MLB but itâs fine. Donât need to pull on this banner for those weapons anymore. So I should stop pulling already.
But Iâm still missing Cait Sithâs LD, and I do kinda want to have it. And since I still have tickets, decided to keep pulling some more.
Unfortunately, Cait Sithâs LD didnât 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 Franâs 15cp. At least I also got 1 more dupe of Araneaâs 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 wasnât expecting that at all.
The dupe Aranea FR isnât unwelcome since this would help in limit breaking the copy I already have. But since I donât have any plans of using said FR anyway, and since I already have 1 copy, I canât help but wish that Iâd gotten Cait Sithâs LD instead.
To my surprise, this 10-draw gave me 5 golds. Nice! Too bad they were all dupes. Aside from the dupe of Araneaâs FR, also got dupes of Araneaâs LD, Araneaâs 15cp, Cait Sithâs 15cp, and Araneaâs 15cp.
Ahh, wish that Aranea LD dupe had been Caith Sithâs LD instead. At least I now have enough dupes of Araneaâs 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 Araneaâs 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 Sithâs LD eludes me.
Aranea Highwind from Final Fantasy XV
After fully max limit breaking Araneaâs 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 Araneaâs 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 didnât bother to get any of her Character Enhancement Boards or Force Enhancements.
Normally, Iâd 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 Araneaâs LD Call and LD extension passive, I wasnât really impressed with the effects of both. Didnât think Iâd need either, especially since I still donât have any plans of using Aranea for endgame content.
Decided to equip Aranea with the following RF Spheres: Kingâs (from Final Fantasy Type-0) RF A Sphere, Ardyn Izuniaâs (Ardyn Lucis Caelum from Final Fantasy XV) RF A Sphere, and Irvine Kinneasâs (from Final Fantasy VIII) RF E Sphere.
Never really got to use Aranea before. Since mine wasnât fully built at all and I didnât even have all of her weapon back then, never bothered to use her. But IIRC, Iâve been able to borrow a few friend support Araneas and Iâve 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.
Iâd forgotten how long some of Araneaâs animations are. Itâs 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 donât like how Aranea wears a helmet during battle. Not really fond of how you canât see her face thanks to the helmet. When not in battle though (like in cut scenes), she doesnât wear the helmet. I wish we had the option to remove her helmet even in battle.
Started farming for Araneaâs preferred Artifacts (ATK 108 with Miss Mercenary Boostâ
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) 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 arenât 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 Boostâ
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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 Boostâ
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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 Araneaâs 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
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