#i still ahve a hard time believing

[starlightwonders05]

I think I’m gonna start using tumbler to share my thoughts and progress as an artist so this will be the start of that. I’ve finally decided how to format my favorite story. I’ve been devoloping that story with my friends for two year now. And we settled on a comic format where its kinda like “everything is not as it seems” where it kinda starts off as sorta normal but i lowkey cant fully do that ofc because our story involves being in a purgatory. So I Geuss its more just like? I don’t really reveal everything at first but just set the tone that this place is kinda important? I started writing the script for the first page and surprisingly its like doing a very detailed roleplay. Honestly? Im more scared of drawing backgrounds then anything lol I’ve been tooo hyper focused on my human skill that I’ve neglected literally everything else lol.

I also am just very scared to be a content creator in general I’ve been putting it off for a very long time I wanted to start a lot younger but I wasn’t confident in my skills but now im confident in my skills im just not sure WHT to do im even confident i can still do something good with the eras where my skills are underdeveloped. I Geuss I’ve just put so much weight on trying to wait for the “right time” to do things and waiting until i get this or that or wait until thie happens. I’ve lowkey been stalling for like two years. I struggle with even taking care of myself on a daily basis so doing art on a daily basis is kinda like hard? I used to go through sketchbooks in like a month lols. But i just have less motivation i have more ideas then ever i just am tired and scared? I just Geus a part of me just deep down feels like.. what if i put myself out there and no one wants to read my story? And love my ocs? I’ve been working so hard on these things for years so what if i show it to the world and no one even cares? I would have wasted my time and just like..i wanna be an artist and i wanna be a creator that people can love i wanna be known for it and do big things because of it and i just deep down feel like its not gonna happen for me. Im not gonna get lucky. And my efforts are for nothing..

I’ve been SO inspired by things like Undertale black butler and just artist creators. I also feel like my efforts arent enough i hear stories of others posting when they are young and slowly getting recognition or just lucking out with connections and i feel like that kind of things wont happen to me. Im black and trans and I was severely neglected as a child. No one really encourged me. No one ever really believed in me. So I barely believed in myself. It took be until my mid teens to learn basic ass things. Because I was academically smart and could speak very intelligently no one believed i needed help. No one helped me. They told me that i was smart and can figure it out myself. That’s devasting to hear. When youre drowning and know that anyone else can do this. Everyone else is better than me. I may like doing art and am passionate about it but i know everyone else is better. They arent as scared. They were encourged. It sucks. Because this has been my life story and i can’t even be good at the one thing im passionate about doing. And I’ve put all my cards into art. I’ve sacrificed a lot. I’ve worked SO hard. But i feel like it’s not enough. I feel like it’s never gonna be enough. Im gonna end up one of those sad lonely people who were so passionate when they were young but gave it up cause it never worked out. And im scared of that. I WANT art to be my thing i want content creation to be my thing i really do but as the days pass it feels like im wasting my time. No ones ever gonna like my stuff. No ones ever gonna see me. No one cares. It feel so suffocating. Doing art has become a very heavy burden on my shoulders. Something that used to save me is now weighing me down. Im not good at anything else. I ahve no other choice. And im very afraid. I dont wanna will this into existence but there’s no denying my fears. They scream at me everyday. I cant help but listen? It try I’ve tried so hard to be positive to keep pushing but i jsut need to get all this off my chest. It’s hard. Im sorry this turned into something this wasn’t supposed to be but i suppose it’s good for me to let it out. No ones really listening anyways.

[waitineedaname]

HELLO HELLO ^__^

would like to know your thoughts on how ritsu's and tsubomi's first meeting went :3? cuz in my heart ritsu was the super ultra mega clingy little brother (before Everything happened) (it'd be kinda funny if the first person he crawled/walked to was mob instead of his mom or dad) and mob was the older brother that would always be happy to make his little brother happy (still is!) so they always spent most of their days together before mob went to kindergarten? i believe it took quite a while for ritsu (very Kid) to move on from the fact his brother won't be able to spend his every waking moment with him? but then mob would want to share good things with the people he loves and both tsubomi and ritsu were A Good Thing and People He Loves so of course he'd want to introduce them to each other?? what did they feel about it ? was ritsu jealous of/bitter about her or was he too young to treat her as a rival? did she ask him if he could float frogs like mob could or was she too bored of that at that point? do you ahve Thoughts about them?

oh this is such a good question!! I've never thought about this point in ritsu and tsubomi's dynamic tbh, like I've thought about how things were once she was an established playmate of theirs (forever thinking about the bit where ritsu is thinking "tsubomi is kind of hard to deal with because she used to leave in the middle of hide and seek") but never how they would've reacted to each other at first

I agree that ritsu was probably a really clingy little brother when they were small. because they're so close in age, I think they were always playing together, like those brothers were the closest of friends, and ritsu definitely threw a tantrum when mob went to school the first time lmao

as for how he'd feel about tsubomi, I think he was probably a little suspicious of her at first? even though he's later considered "popular" he is not a particularly social person, and considering how in all the flashbacks, the only people we see him playing with are his brother and tsubomi, that's probably just how he's always been. so yeah I think he was probably like "who is this new person hanging around us, are you a Threat" but then mob would insist that she's really great and nice and a good friend to play with, and ritsu would be like "well... I guess nii-san knows best..."

I think she probably asked if ritsu could also make things float once, and ritsu was still young and starry eyed because he was like. four. so he would've been like "not yet!!! but someday!!!!! because I'm his little brother!!!" and tsubomi was just like "ok" and then never asked again dslkfjdklsjf

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that MATILDA DE ANGELIS? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s DOROTHY GALE from WIZARD OF OZ. I heard they are 22 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still give off a/an THE HEELS OF RUBY SLIPPERS BEING TAPPED TOGETHER THREE TIMES; A TINMAN A SCARECROW AND A LION WITH A FEARFUL HEART; BEING SWEPT AWAY BY A TORNADO AND LANDING IN THE LAND OF OZ; A JOURNEY ALONG A YELLOW BRICK ROAD impression. But here, they are working as a STUDENT FOR ACTING. They’re known to be quite COMPASSIONATE & OUTSPOKEN, but have a tendency to be PETULANT & GULLIBLE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : reality, 2 years. However in her fake life, Dorothy thought she was born and raised in Sydney, actually.

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : Dorothy is always described as the perfect young woman, kind-good-natured, innocent and caring. She usually gets along with everyone and does not ahve any trouble making friends. She does not wish anyone ill and is told to be clever and resourceful. However, it is also obvious she does not know too much about life outside the farm of her aunt and uncle. And it is often easy, due to her kind nature, to force Dorothy to do things she does not like or want to by making her feel very guilty if she denies to do them.

Memories of their real life : Dorothy does remember everything up to the point when she and Toto managed to return home - living with her aunt and uncle, how the tornado had swept her away. Oz, tinman, the lion and scarecrow. How they all walked down the yellow brickroad, all for a different reason, to find the wizard of Oz that would grant them a wish. How they had to fight the green evil witch. And realizing in the end how much she loves living in Kansas, despite everything.

What was their fake life like : 

Dorothy really had a happy fake life in terms that she actually was no orphan, but had a father and a mother at her side who loved her dearly. On the downside, no farm life. Both of her parents were fabric workers, and they lived in a tiny apartment so it was a miracle that Dorothy was even allowed to have a dog as a pet. A tiny dog, but still.

They both wanted Dorothy to have a better, less hard-working life one day, so, the two parents saved most of her money for Dorothy's education. But it shows quickly that, while Dorothy is clever when it comes to solve problems of daily life, math and science are not for her. However, she is showing talent in arts like music and theatre.

So, even when her father does not believe this would actually help Dorothy to not live a life where money is tight, her talents opened a door to college, and Dorothy had already been part of smaller productions in the local theatre, the sweet young lady there always charming the audience with her play.

Quote: "There's no place like home."

hobbies: playing with Toto, singing, dancing, exploring the farm, hanging out with her friends

[likemesomesalads]

uncommon oc questions - all pair ones for my chicken nugget, spicy wings, chicken soup for the soul luca, all impair ones for shay my man shay, and all multiples of 5 for sherry my girlfriend sherry -fingerguns- destroying your blog's layout one ask at a time

U make me ork for it huh gsklghlskjh also putting it under the cut

Luca:

2: How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Depending on the person trying to make him laugh it's either insanely easy or incredibly hard. no in-between.

4:How easy is it to earn their trust?

Hard. He's haughty and in a position where using him would greatly benefit others so he's quite cautious.

6:Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Laws are... for the betterment of the people...he's maybe..an exception..because he's: a god's herald, a military leader, a very powerful being, and a haughty little bitch.

8: What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Stop: playing around and do silly things with his frineds. Start: getting serious about his training. AND DO BETTER. every time, do better.

10:What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

"I'm fine, everything is going great. Of course I enjoy the responsibilities trusted upon me" He still tells those lies.

12:How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

He asks Hugo (his bird companion) to help with it.

14:What animal do they fear most?

Balthazar's roast doggies.

16:What makes their stomach turn?

In a disgust way: probably whatever you can find in a sewer. As in a way of fear...Fire. he's really afraid of fire.

18:What embarrasses them?

Being found in an indignifying state. (like bring drunk or high as a kite)

20:If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

"Romantic love is wanting or rather NEEDING to spend every minute of a day with a person, platonic love is enjoying a persons company without having a need for them nearby constantly and familial love is what one may feel for their parents."

22:How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Oh he's definitely getting posessive. He'd often use his wings to protect the object of his jealousy (his partner most often) or to shut out the unwanted looks towards him from the one he's jelous at.

24: Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

He's. A whore. And the whole court knows that.

26:What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

Flying. hy need anything else if u got wings?

28: Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

To recieve? no. To give? yes.

30: Who do they most regret meeting?

Balthazar tops the list then joko then caudecus...no wait..Kormir actually. He would've been fine if she doesnt tell him the truth. He would ahve been okay not knowing he was a sacrificial lamb and not even a good one.

32: Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Not really. Most people know about all te things he did that he'd find worth mentioning.

34:How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

HA....impossible. everythin always is his fault : )

36:Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

He's seeking fuckbuddies, one night stands...he doesnt really believe he could find love with how hectic his life is so it jsut happens when it does and it surprises him so fucking much.

38:What memory do they revisit the most often?

Usually the time when he got cut in four or one of the many times his gramps cut his feathers short...not good ones.

40:How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

He sees only flaws so... very? he's not gonna admit it though.

42:How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

He has no end goal. Just die when all is done, probably.

Shay:

1: What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Maybe 2 minutes. Tops. He gets bouncy legs while doing paperwork

3:How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

....Fucking his husband until he cant no more.

5: How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

He's very open minded and gives second chances to everyone...but if u fuck up ur second chance ur gone (unless u r Mozz. Mozz gets unlimited chances because he looks cute when he bats his lashes)

7:What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Risen...talk abourt risen or zhaitan times or finding a body of one or....u get it.

9:Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

He does. He's really creative with it too. It was Fuck this shit!

11:How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

"HUH?"

13:What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Red and green..I mean...he is red and green....

15:How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

He neever thinks jsut says whats in his mind. He's brawn not brain. he speaks quite fast and with uhh...idk a pirate accent? he spent most of his life in lion's arch soo...

17:Are they easily embarrassed?

Nope. Unless...Mozz. Mozz knowss what to tell him to embarrass him.

19:What is their favorite number?

4.

21:Why do they get up in the morning? 

To see his hubby uwu. and to fuck him.

23:How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

He becomes very grumpy and quiet.

25: What are their thoughts on marriage?

Yes. he's married.

27: What causes them to feel dread? 

...RIsen..talk about his past...talk about the times he went berserk from anger..he hates that.

29: Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

Well..he aint Trahearne...

31:Who are they the most glad to have met?

His hubby, Mozz. Thanks a bunch Velazquez.

33:Could they be considered lazy? 

No, not usually. He's quite the busybee actually.

35: How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

He's supersupportive unless it's murder...Murder is illegal and he's not on board with it.

37:Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

It either sticks or he's gonna ask you like 6 times.

39:How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Easy. He leads a group of ex-courtiers and misfits...he has a spft dpot for flawed individuals.

41:How do they feel about children?

They are cute but thank the pale tree he's a plant and gay.

43:If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

Gay, men, MENNNNN. SPECIFICALLY this one *Will Smith pose at Mozz*

Sherry:

5:How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Very. U look bad at her ay and u r no longer trusted.

10:What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

"I son't have a crush. I jsut think he's hot."

15:How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

A bit posh and high class in public. the most potty mouth in private. She says whats on her mind and if she doesnt u can tell by looking at her. U cant rehearse the perfect comeback babe.

20:If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

"romantic is when you dont just wanna fuck, platonic when you dont even wanna fuck and familial is..well that's given isn't it?"

25: What are their thoughts on marriage?

Mayhaps, in the future...Depends on the aprtner too.

30: Who do they most regret meeting?

Dio...

35: How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

She's supportive until it doesn't blow down to almost killing them...

40:How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

SHe's perfect. she has no flaws. what did u say? too short? i give you too short.

[jeanhm]

Cape Reinga and the far north

We have spent two days at Cable Bay the most beautiful location for sunsets since the south island. We travelled up the east cost again seeing some lovely beaches, including one called Piapia, daughter-in-law to be's name. We arrived after a fish and chip supper to a fantastic sunset at Cable Bay. Our accommodation looked straight out over the bay and the following morning we awoke to a stunning sunrise which, sadly, did not mark the beginning of a lovely day as it was mainly dull and cloudy as we headed to the far north to see the light house at Cape Reinga and the place where the Tasman sea meets the Pacific Ocean. The line where the currents join was very clear. This place is sacred to the Maori as this is where they believe the spirits come to start their journey back to Hawaiki, their original Polynesian homeland. We managed to get a walk into the lighthouse before all the bus tours arrived but it was still one of the busiest places we have been.

We then headed to the Giant Sand Dunes. I hadn't heard of these before but they were absolutely huge and there was no way I was going to walk right to the top as every time you reached a ridge thinking the ocean was beyond, there was another set of dunes! We did manage a fair walk up and this is a place where many come to boogie board down the dunes. I found the walk up hard enough without having to lug a board up with me so I am glad we didn't try to hire them on this occasion.

Our last stop for the day was Ninety Mile beach somewhere I ahve always wanted to go. We went to one of the more southerly access points as our car wasn't really up to a long drive down the beach from the north but we did drive onto it and Andy had fun driving in circles round on the sand.

[ancha-aus]

Oh god it is here it is here it is here! I am completely normal about this!

Okay Rant incoming becuase i read this first thing in the morning and it will consume my mind for the rest of it :D

I love Reaper. I love the idea that he took over from Life.

That the country they have is like a little paradise protected by the very world itself. It could ahve ties with how it all started. Life could have been running from her old kingdom (maybe she was forced to marry Asgore? Maybe she lost her children? You can pick any option) and she took likeminded people and other people who suffered and traveled until they found the perfect spot to hide and live in peace.

Years and years go by and Life doesn't wish to be queen anymore and willingly steps downa dn gives the crown to Reaper. Her most trusted friend and advisor.

Is it obvious that i find it beautiful that life willingly stepped down? That while with the other kingdoms it is very much like the old king/queen dies before the next generation takes over but here it was willing? That they choose for the willbeing of the one ruling and the kingdom over traditions?

And GOD! The world building you did with Nightmare's country. That it was known for rituals and blood oaths and one of the rulers sending LIFE a letter writen in BLOOD?!

That their servants and subjects used to be treated as despendible. That is just such a nice touch and such a clear difference with how Nightmare treats them and sees them. How he wants them to thrieve.

Alos the letters. How careful Reaper is with any information gotten. It shows he is smart and that he takes this seriosuly. That he is just doing this for Geno and only for Geno. and over time he grows curious but still remains vague.

He wants to be able to bail quickly when it goes south after Geno found his brother.

But then that it turns out that nightmare is really trying, or whoever is writing him is really trying. Giving options. thinkign with reaper. being willing to let people search his lands as long as they don't bother the people living their lives.

It all leads to the reveal that.. there is no evil tyrant. The reveal that there is a young ruler doing his best. The underlining threat that nightmare feels but doesn't even believe is coming from reaper.

But something else.

Nightmare is deeply afraid and reaper may not have been able to find the word for it it is clear as day. in the way his knights remain near at all times. The way that only one person serves him food. The way that nightmare is desperate trying to make this treaty work.

Trying so hard to prove he is a good king. that he is doing a good job. (relaxing a tiny bit when reaper gives him a compliment)

All while still hiding. Behind the mask. both physically and metaphorically.

Sorry i just think it is a beautiful drabble and i LOVE it so much you made it work so well and wrote it so beautifully!

I will stop now before it gets much longer

New Age AU (Reaper Pov)

Heads up to everyone, this has a big chunk of exposition/notes at the start, so if you want to skip that, I'd reccommend it :,) I'll make the first line of the actual story bits a different color, probably purple, just to make it easier for everyone!

Also! @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens Hello! Hopefully the energy here is fun for y'all!

No edits, fuck it we ball!

   Reminder to self: Reaper has been ruling over his kingdom for decades. He's rule at least 2 generations prior to Nim's reign. His kingdom is on the edge of an ocean strait, enough that he can just barely make out the towers of rival castles across the water (like. Very American example here, but standing on the Michigan portion if Lake Michigan, sometimes you can see the Chicago Skyline across the lake, just barely. That kinda thing.) The only thing connecting him to those smaller cluster of kingdoms is a land bridge that connects the two closest points of the land. Several fishing villages live along it and it's stable, but it's a great funnel to cut off approaching armies. Reaper's kingdom has a powerful port, mountains bordering its land-border and seas on the others. A perfectly isolated paradise. (Also I think he inherited the throne from Life, who loves safely in the mountains among Nature)

   So, Reaper has been able to maintain peace for himself for ages, while the kingdoms on the other continent with less geographical advantages hadn't been as lucky. Conflicts, wars, usurpings, it all kept them at a disadvantage. Kept them *behind*. 

   Reaper was already a grown adult when he recieved the crown. It really shouldn't have fallen to him, but when Life 'died' she left in her will that Reaper (one of her advisors) was to take the throne. Of course, he did just that, and became insanely successful. (A lot of the other characters from his AU either aren't there or established their own kingdoms past the mountains.) 

   He's been able to watch the kingdoms apart from his own grow, listen in on their rumors and new problems. 

   For instance, he knew of the tradition of having a Court Wizard, their last one grew old and passed, and Reaper decided to write to the folks at magic academies across the several other kingdoms, saying he would visit to look for candidates. 

   He rarely left his kingdom, but considering he could dust people at will (well, if he removed his gloves) he wasn't exactly afraid of dying. So he left, abd he searched, and he met Geno at one of the academies. 

   Geno was a top student (set to become a new professor, if not for taking on the chance to be a Royal Wizard) and by then certainly an adult. He was making income for his brothers, and he was sure a Royal Wizard job would be cushy enough to send back Gokd for his brothers until he coukd move them in. Magic was natural to Geno, (inspired by Anchas AU here) a destructive sort, which could bend reality as it was. He often disguised it as other magic types, but he showed off to Reaper, admittedly. Reaper was the king of a prosperous kingdom. He needed this. 

   Reaper was impressed by Geno's control over magic, and he was certain he wouldn't find another wizard so skilled, nor so spirited. (Reaper attempted to say something and Geno rapidly started explaining his magic, completely absorbed in making sure Reaper got it right. He was bold.) But also. Reaper was a simple man. He thought Geno was the most handsome monster he'd ever seen in his years and years of rule. He liked the way Geno's voice sounded when he talked, he liked that squinting that his one socket did when he talked, he liked how fluidly Geno's hands moved when he summoned his magic, he liked it all. He was enamored. Down bad. 

   So, it hardly took a day before Reaper returned to the school to talk to Geno and offer him the position. Reaper was happy to agree to Geno's terms (the pay was to support his family, he'd said. Reaper ensured tye money would be delivered safely) and only after the contract was signed did Geno get to be excited. Openly excited. Because while he didn't hate the idea of teaching, being a Royal Wizard was thrilling. New. And Reaper liked to see that. 

   Geno had joined Reaper about a month later, coming by Ship and arriving with a new energy and passion. He was happy and so Reaper was happy. 

   And then, of course, Geno got word of Error being missing. Having gone missing in the center of Nightmare's Kingdom. 

   Reaper knew of Nightmare vaguely. One of a pair of twins, the sibling always pushed to the side and out of the limelight. Reaper had seen that ritual play out every generation, and he wasn't surprised to hear Nim planned to continue it. Though, he'd been shocked to hear that Nightmare had stolen the apple from his brother and taken the throne by force. What happened to the other twin was vague, none of his spies ever seemed to find much trace. Reaper kind of assumed he was dead. 

   And from there all he heard were bad things. That kingdom had been rough to start with, black markets and blood sacrifice and poor tax prices and poverty run amok, false religions preying on people, crime. It was horrible. So when Nightmare began to build his elite force openly, and fill it with criminals and gypsies (Reaper gets... skewed info sometimes, this I'd referring to Cross and Horror) he was amused by the boldness, and expected the kingdom to crumble in months. 

   But years passed, and things had... honestly gone silent. Sure there were rumors, but there was less harmful action directly from the crown. So Reaper had kinda let the news fade to the background. Until Geno brought up the kingdom to him. 

   Reaper agreed to send spies to search, but ultimately settled on devising a treaty, to see if he could get his people safe entry to do a more thorough search of the land for his missing sibling. 

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   Reaper had sent out his letter a month ago. Something in his gut had told him that, whatever Nightmare was scheming during his absence, it would be much better to establish a basic treaty before he acted. 

   He hadn't been optimistic, of course. Despite the years of relative silence, his spies had been reporting odd movements og Nightmare's elite knights. It spelled trouble. 

   That was why, upon recieving the response from King Nightmare, he'd retired to his personal quarters, asking one of his men to stay outside his door. If Geno came asking, he could not enter. 

   Geno had been looking a bit better since Reaper had sent his first correspondence, but he found that his Wizard was nowhere near the fiery man he'd hired. Part of Reaper urged him to take up a supportive role, let Geno lean on his shoulder, to tell him his brother was likely already dead. Keep him all to hinself. 

   But. No. Taking advantage of Geno was not what he wanted, he wanted to help him, and to see the weight lifted off his shoulders. So for now, it was best to keep these letters private. If Nightmare was volatile, if he declared war or refused, Reaper couldn't bare to see the look on Geno's face. If he read this alone, there would be a chance at damage control. 

   So, he held the letter in his hands, sat at a heavy, dark wood desk that had been carved with flowers and animals. A remnant of when Life claimed this room as her own, Reaper couldn't bear to see it removed, so he kept it around. He liked running his fingers along the carvings of the snakes and the squirrels. 

   The letter. It was originally carried in a simple box, wooden and falling apart. The inside, however, had been lined with nice cloth. Clever. Easier to keep it from being noticed and stolen. The paper was thick, and folded over onto itself. A deep black wax seal held it shut. 

   Tilting it against the candlelight, Reaper could just barely decipher the Royal crest of Nightmare's kingdom. A curling branch of an apple tree, tucked away inside the shape of a sword. Two unknowable bird-like shapes on either side of the blade, wings open. 

   He took his letter-opener to the wax, slicing it away from the thick paper with a clean swipe. Unfolding it, the first thing he noticed was the handwriting. 

   It was swooping, elegant, and had several embellishments on certain letters, as though the writing itself was a sort of art. Reaper was shocked by the careful spacing and clean document. Most kingdoms had a scribe scribble a response, then packaged it in a gold-guilded box that got the messengers killed. This was refreshing. 

   His eyes skimmed the page, and what he understood was that, yes, the king would be interested in such a treaty. He asked for more details, for another letter to be sent, and offered that, perhaps he had something to offer as well to make their deal more robust. 

   It was signed at the bottom, in an ink that Reaper had to double-take to notice was tinted a slight purple compared to the others. Nightmare's signature, completed at the end with what he thought might've been the abstract face of an owl. Did he do that for all his signatures? 

   Reaper lingered, and read it, and re-read it, and then called in one if his spies to see if they spotted any codes or hidden writing. Only when he was positive he had not missed a single bit of trickery, did he draft a reply, decide on terms, and send it out to the other King. 

   Something about it was strange. Reaper had never known anyone from that kingdom to send their own letters, let alone hold their own quill. There were rituals, rites, certain rules to every little action. Honestly, he was pleased to see it hadn't been written in blood asking for a pact. (Yes, Life once recieved a letter of that nature.) It was a bit jarring. 

   But, he was doing this for Geno. He would stop at nothing to help his Wizard return that smile to his face, and to perhaps get worry from his mind long enough to resume spoiling him in gifts and gestures so be mind notice how deeply enthralled he was. 

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   The letters, once Reaper sent his reply, came in more frequently, and with a certain vigor. 

   Reaper had only asked for a few things. A trade deal (purposefully vague) support if his kingdom ever went to conflict (unlikely, Reaper was very secure), and free passage of his people and soldiers to visit without prosecution. He had been honest in sharing that someone of importance had gone missing within Nightmare's borders, and he wanted to seek them out.

   Nightmare had sent his reply in the form of a fully detailed plan. What exports and imports each kingdom would benefit from, the best routes to take, which crops and productions were in cycle this season, and more. He admitted he was sure Reaper could handle himself, but magical weapons might be arranged for shipment, and he offered up his kingdom whole-heartedly for a search. His tone was almost remorseful as he explained he couldn't spare his own men to assist, but he agreed search parties would be welcome so long as they did not disrupt the flow of life in the kingdom. 

   It had been full of effort, Reaper had been unable to suss out any loopholes. No tricks. And, shockingly, there was a lack of the mention of any pacts or bonds that must be made between them for the treaty to progress. 

   In honesty, the plan detailed by this supposedly evil tyrant seemed to be tame. And... helpful.

   Reaper, in his next letter, had expressed gratitude, and had then carefully broached the topic of binding the contract. How Nightmare planned to proceed. 

   Nightmare, to Reaper's utter shock, denounced the old ways of his kingdom. Of his mother. The writing was a bit less neat, but Reaper could practically feel the frustration oozing off the page through the extra dots of ink that had no-doubt been flung from his quill in his furious writing. 

   He was polite, but reassured Reaper that he was not intending to complete any of the old peace-making practices, and instead would be following Reaper's customs for a treaty. A simple signed contract. Two copies, each the same, each signed by both of them. 

   Again, it almost felt too good to be true. 

   Over the course of several more letters, Reaper learned to begin taking this seriously. Nightmare seemed to be powerful, and skilled, biding his time to make major changes. 

   Nightmare added no clauses preventing Reaper from acting against him, or sheltering his enemies. No talk of war at all aside from a mention of defensive weaponry which was being produced by his own Royal Wizard. The King seemed entirely interested in truly growing a bond.

   And then he asked to meet in person. 

   Invited Reaper to his kingdom, as a show of good will and trust. To prove that things were different now. And Reaper, against his better judgement, agreed. He would bring himself, and Geno, and a few of his men. To sign the treaty, to arrange searches, to begin establishing the trade routes. 

   To see Nightmare, the tyrant his people feared, in the flesh. 

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   Reaper arrived to the border in the dark of night. He had been delayed by duties for a few hours, and had sent a messenger ahead to inform whoever would be waiting to intercept his caravan. He and Geno were tucked together in the carriage towards the front, comfortable, but still weary. At least, Geno was. He was on-edge. Worried about his brother more deeply than usual. 

   He could see through the window as a pair of men approached on horseback. They only spoke to the front of the caravan, but Reaper knew who they were merely through the rumors his spies had delivered to him. 

   By the moonlight and a few torches, Reaper could see them. 

   One sat atop a beautifully white mare, his armor a similarly gleaming off white and dark steel, his face was covered by a mask, a snow leopard, with intricate spots adorning the gleaming surface. 

   By his side was another, riding a significantly sturdier horse, it might've been a mottled grey. He was draped in a cloak, but wore the Visage of a lion. It seemed to be stuck in a silent glower, the red eyrlight beyond the eye-holes giving it an air of warning. 

   Reaper had always wondered about the tradition of masks. They had been seen elsewhere, but they originated from this very kingdom. No other location took them quite as seriously or held them with such a high regard. Supposedly, the idea of a masquerade originated from here, though it would be seen as sacrilege from its people. 

   It was obvious that Nightmare had sent some of his elite soldiers to guide them. The presence of those four had been felt across the continent, Reaper had little doubt he and Geno would arrive safely to their destination. 

   And so the carriage rolled onwards. Several times, Reaper and Geno drew the curtains over their windows, but even Geno's anxieties weren't strong enough to keep him from admiring the views of the countryside from the carriage, or from letting Reaper joke with him about a few things. From speaking optimistically about finding his sibling. Of meeting the king. Of things being okay. 

   The castle was imposing, just as Reaper had heard in the rumors. 

   Much of it's walls and gates, and even the building itself, was carved. Stone slabs erected, then chiseled into the weaving lines of tree bark and intertwined branches. A few fences even appeared as petrified hedges, carved in such a way Reaper wasn't sure the gods hadn't created a plant made of stone, specifically fir this land. 

   The towers resembled twisting trunks, rooves resembling canopy. It was almost unsettling how glorious it was, just from the outside as they rolled forward. 

   When the caravan finally stopped, Reaper and Geno had composed themselves, and the door opened just as Reaper had experienced hundreds of times. His steward announced him, and he floated easily out of his ride. His feet did not touch the floor, merely hovered a few inches above it, but he didn't miss that even the path seemed to writhe with smoothed stone roots, overlapping into a beautiful pattern of grey. 

   Geno followed him, and only when they were stood side by side were they finally approached. 

On either side of the grand entrance door, guards stood at attention, but their greeting came from where the lead of the caravan had parked. 

   The two masked figures who had guided them here rounded before Reaper and bowed deeply. The snow leopard-masked knight was fad more stiff and formal. The lion had the guts to meet Reaper's eyes. 

   "King Reaper, we are two of King Nightmare's Royal Knights. It is an honor to be your escort," Spoke the snow leopard. Cross if his sources were correct. "If you would follow us, our King awaits you and your companion in the grand hall." 

   They both rose from their bows, and Reaper chuckled lowly as his caravan slowly dispersed from behind them, servants helping to guide the others who arrived with them. 

   "By all means, please lead the way, good knight." He agreed. 

   Cross set off at an even pace, Reaper and Geno remaining at eachother's sides. The lion-mask, Horror his mind supplied him, followed behind them at a lumber, not yet having spoken a word.

   Sometimes (often) Reaper found it hard not to keep his eyes on Geno. From what he knew, Geno was raised without a family, practically raising two little brothers while also raising himself. He had no formal training in politics, or ettiquitte, and certainly no experience beyond his magic academy, and yet in moments like these, among the wonders of the world, being treated as one of the important people, he managed to keep such composure. He was stoic, and so handsome. 

   He had to draw his dark sockets forward again. Focus on the task at hand. In just a few minutes you're facing the monster of negativity and darkness himself. He told himself. He was not afraid, but he didn't know what to expect. It couldn't hurt to be cautious. 

   And so in silence they walked, down halls that felt more like a forest stroll steeped in morning grey, before they came to an open arch. 

   Beyond it, stood a large hall. At the farthest point sat thrones. Two large ones, two small ones, the usual amount, though Reaper imagined it must be lonely when he others are so woefully empty. 

   As they approached, Reaper could spot the figures there. Three, stood just before the thrones, at the base of a few steps which separated floor from seat. 

   One, was a skeleton who was clearly a servant. They stood with an empty silver platter tucked under their arm. Soft white eyelights turned to the approaching party, before they disappeared as the servant bowed. This drew the attention of the other two figures, before the servant was dismissed without a word. 

   The other two were... quite small. Reaper likely towered at least a head over both of them even without floating. The one wore the mask of a black panther, the only details striking from beneath his shawl being striking white eyelights. They were bright, and focused on Reaper without fear. Dust no doubt, one of the criminals, murderer and smuggler.

   Then the last. He held a cane in one hand, and was draped in wonderfully tailored fabric. A cloak perhaps two sizes too large for him trailed on the ground, and one simple Cyan eyelight protruded from behind an owlish mask as he turned to observe their approach. 

   It was only as they were a few paces away, as Dust bowed and as Reaper thought of who this might be, that the pieces lined up. 

   An owl mask, Cyan magic, dark clothes. This was the King of this kingdom. 

   As they came to a hault, Cross circled around to stand with Horror, neither of them giving a second glance to, who Reaper could only assume was, their King. 

   "The King Reaper, delivered as promised. It's a pleasure." Dust practically mumbled, his voice not bothering to show so much as an inflection at the words. 

   He raised from his bow naturally, and remained still as a statue as Nightmare, small, small Nightmare, closed the distance. 

   "Reaper. It is a pleasure to see your trip was smooth. It's truly an honor to have your presence here today." Nightmare did not bow fully, but it was enough to show respect. "As well as your Royal Wizard. I do hope that you will be able to locate that who went missing." He then said, directly addressing Geno, who stood silent at Reaper's side. No doubt just as taken aback.

   He took only a moment to ponder just how young the king sounded. His voice was not deep, nor imposing, nothing he had expected from the rumors and allegations. It was bordering on the type of uncertain pitch developed by acne-ridden teenagers, though he did well to control its tilt. 

   He hoped his surprise didn't show through in his empty sockets. That his mouth hadn't twitched in confusion upon his realization. 

   "It's an honor to be invited, Nightmare. I have been eager to meet you and finalize our discussions." Reaper replied easily, "Not to mention, in all my years I've never had the pleasure of visiting your land, let alone your castle." 

   I'd didn't need to be said. It hovered in the air between them, clear as day. Clear as the sun that rose over the castle hours ago. That no one had visited this land on purpose in decades. That they'd isolated themselves besides a few strenuous allies. Reaper never had reason to visit before now. 

   "Well, I imagined that we might finalize our contracts tomorrow after breakfast. For now, I'd like to offer you a tour of the castle and have you see I intend to be true to my word." Nightmare offered, extending a hand outwards. For a shake. 

   Reaper, after not a moment of hesitation, took Nightmare's outstretched hand. His hand, buried beneath a dark glove not unlike Reaper's own, felt small. His shake was firm and confident, and their eye-contact didn't waver, but Reaper couldn't help but feel that something was deeply wrong. 

   Those bones were frail. Thin. He imagined if he even squeezes his fist a bit more they might snap between his fingers. 

   They couldn't have been the same bones of the king who the public had known. A tall, dark, imposing figure with tendrils of darkness and an aura of doom dripping in his wake. The king who could hold off crowds of people at a time, who was given the powerful magic of the ritual. 

   And just like that he took his hand back, and he grinned loosely. Nightmare watched him, before nodding. Almost to himself. 

   Nightmare steadied himself with his cane, before turning to a door off to the side, which seemed to be opened now. 

   "We'd better be off, then. The castle is large." He prompted, letting Dust take the lead as he fell into step beside where Reaper floated. Horror and Cross trailed them as they exited. "I hope you will excuse the escort. My elite knights, Dust, Horror, and Cross. I've asked them to keep a close eye on the lot of us during your stay, to ensure nothing goes awry." Nightmare supplied. 

   Reaper gazed ahead at Dust for a moment, never letting his easy grin fall from his face. "No harm in a little extra security, I can see the appeal." He reassured the king, and noticed, just barely, and Night's shoulders relaxed. They'd been tense beneath the cloak. That big, heavy cloak. 

   Something was wrong here, he was sure of it, but whoever this was, this was who he'd been speaking to over letters all this time. He was sure of it. 

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   The day to follow consisted of Nightmare and his knights leisurely guiding Reaper and Geno from place to place. The site where the Royal Guard trained, the library, the armory, the Court and the extensive advisors (who were, very notably, largely peasants), back to the library, and in and out of the dining room to eat meals. 

   Over the course of these visits, Reaper noticed quite a bit on his own. 

   He noticed the way that Nightmare always had one of his knights to his back. Not on purpose, he imagined, they seemed to seamlessly slide into position if they noticed he had a blindspot. And speaking of his knights, Reaper noticed he was one short. Killer. The first. His mind had informed him. Serial killer, the most violent and unpredictable of the four. Missing. It was unsettling. 

   He also noticed the servants. Nightmare seemed to know every person who served him. By name. And absurdly, he thanked them. Summoned them that way. Monsters and humans alike, Nightmare spoke to them amicably. Last Reaper knew, servants might as well have doubled as sacrifices in this place. 

   Along that same thought, he noticed a very specific servant. One who seemed to tend to Nightmare directly. The knights, Reaper, and Geno all seemed to have servants at random. Nightmare was cared for specifically by that same servant who'd been in the throne room. Food, it was at every meal. Strange. 

   At at meals, the others removed their masks, each revealing their skulls without hesitancy. Nightmare only lifted his enough to take a bite. Reaper only caught a glimpse of pearly white bone. 

   Nightmare did not share this sentimentality with his guards. At least, not as far as Reaper could tell. His men, aside from the Knights, seemed contented to stay far from their King. 

   This was their King, though. He was certain now. 

   After dinner, Nightmare said he had better retire early, and informed them that they were welcome to roam as they pleased, and that Horror would watch over their quarters whenever they chose to turn in. 

   Nightmare had exited, leaning heavily on that cane of his. Reaper wondered to himself, then to Geno, whether the dark king had been injured. It seemed likely. Perhaps he had taken the treaty as a claim to secure power even as his health declined... but no, he seemed so young. Younger than should have been possible. With how he had been so enthusiastic about his vast collection of books, or as he described the trade routes overtop a large updated map of the continents. 

   They had the night, and Reaper knew he would not be breaking this treaty, no matter how... underwhelming Nightmare was in size and power. He seemed to be making headway for change. No sigils, no rituals, no blood pacts. Nightmare had ambition that not many had anymore. He respected it fully. 

   It was after breakfast that they would sign the treaty, and lock Nightmare's copy safely away. Then, Reaper would work to send out his first search party. After, of course, Nightmare introduced the two to his Royal Wizard. 

   The man had come up in many of their letters as a fire-power expert, and Nightmare seemed to take pride in him. Reaper only hoped Geno would get along with him. Maybe it would get his mind off of the impending search. 

[tonyndum-e]

I just witnessed the best public lobby in the history of public lobbies and lived through 'enemies to best friends' trope so I have to tell you about it

Background: I was playing in the same lobby for at least five games and I was a crewmate every time, i was sussing myself at this point too lmao. I guess most of us were done with tasks so no one had (or wanted) anything else to do and we followed each other to security. There were 4 of us (yellow, orange, white and pink) and 1 impostor left. The party in security went on for like half a minute until pink vented in and out of the same vent, probably on accident. I ran off with someone else to call a meeting. (I'm yellow)

Yellow: it was pink

Yellow: you all saw pink vent in security right, everyone saw it

Orange: yellow vented

Orange: it's yellow

Yellow: howwww i was nowhere near that vent

White: pink vented i saw it

Yellow: see? thx white

Yellow: everyone saw it

Orange: you vented yellow

*we vote and there's a tie between me and pink - orange and pink vote me, white and I vote pink*

*we're all gathered in cafeteria waiting for the button so we're able to call a meeting but impostor calls the reactor and we ran off to the reactor and shut it down, at that time white disappears and orange and I try to get back to cafeteria through upper engine but the door is closed, i get killed by pink there, we lose (i think that's the only time my team lost)*

*on the dropship*

Yellow: ORANGE WHY

Yellow: YOU MUST'VE SEEN PINK VENT

Orange: BUT I SAW YELLOW VENT

Yellow: YOU DIDN'T, I WAS CLOSE TO THE EXIT OF SECURITY

Orange: I SAW YELLOW

Yellow: BUT YOU DIDN'T

(not even joking, that's the exact same conversation)

*the next game i get crewmate as well and i get sussed by orange again*

*the game after that orange and i do tasks together but on accident, at least i wasn't following orange, idk about him*

Orange: yellow is good

Orange: yellow was with me doing tasks

Yellow: yes orange is fine as well

Some color: finally these two are on the same page

*we manage to bond over that; next round i find orange's body in electrical (shocking) and report it*

Yellow: oh nooo orange my buddy

Yellow: i found orange in electrical noooo

Brown: f in the chat

Pink: f

Yellow: f

Brown: f

Everyone: f

Someone: did u see anyone

Yellow: no lol I'm just here to pay respects

*everyone skips (I don't know what happened after but ik we won the round)*

*a few rounds later i FINALLY get to be impostor with my buddy orange and i legit thought to announce to everyone I'm the impostor right away bcz i was too happy i got the impostor but since my partner was orange i kept it a secret and played it cool*

*orange kills and i find the body, i report it for some reason*

Yellow: storage

Yellow: idk i literally saw no one around there

Orange: skip then?

Yellow: yeah skip

*everyone skips*

*he kills again and report it again lmao somehow I'm lucky with finding bodies, we play it cool without getting sussed AT ALL and we get two crewmates voted off even, orange kills two more and we win*

Dropship:

White: i knew it was yellow

Yellow: lmao but i literally didn't kill anyone

Yellow: orange killed everyone

Orange: yeah lol

Yellow: i was gaining everyone's trust :)

Orange: gg tho

Yellow: yeah gg

*i never get impostor again but a few rounds later there's a meeting and orange keeps saying it's red but we already skipped, orange gets killed the next round and i find him*

Yellow: nooooooo orange died sussing red

Yellow: I'm voting red for orange

Red: that makes zero sense

Pink: oh nooo orange

Brown: for orange!

Red: idiots

*we all vote red and we win after getting one more impostor out*

Dropship:

Yellow: WE WON BECAUSE OF YOU ORANGE

Orange: yeahhh, thank you

Epilogue: the last round I did in the lobby, i got killed in electrical and orange found me, they got the right impostor and orange wrote 'avenged' on dropship and i thanked him. I also thanked everyone for being awesome and that that lobby was the coolest one I've ever stumbled upon and that I was sorry I had to go. Everyone was so sweet and it was an emotional goodbye but damnnn it was such a fun experience. And yeah, I really spent like 20 rounds in the same lobby and got impostor only once. I didn't know that was possible lol. Anyways, if i had any talent in drawing comics i would make a comic out of this story bcz it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and it's 100% true but I still can't believe it.

[harryfeatgaga]

okay i’ve been thinking about dating frat harry and it’s still a new relationship. you’ve just decided to be exclusive but you’ve already been spending all your free time together. he’s already head over heels for you and you’re feeling the same he just doesn’t realize. anyways you guys are alone at the frat which is so rare so ofc like the boy he is he’s taking advantage and fucking you everywhere he can 😌 he starts off like “hey baby, you ever fuck on a washing machine?” by the time you make it to the kitchen you’ve already cum harder than you ever had and you bet your ass he’s not done with you. he’d take you while you’re sitting on the counter, and then again bent over the island before he’s dragging you to the living room and making you sit on him and he’d be GONE at this point, talking so much shit “you’re so good to me baby, so fucking sweet. cmon, fuck me baby. wanna see you cum again, then i’m fucking you on the pool table downstairs. gonna make you squirt. oh you like that? wanna make a mess for me? go on then baby, make a fuckin mess on my cock.” and you’d ride him hard, just quick sharp bounces that have you gasping and whining. he’d wrap his hand around your throat and press his forehead to yours “open your eyes, open your fucking eyes. there you go, look at me baby. wanna see you fall apart again.” you wouldn’t be able to make any more noises, mouth just hanging open and he’d pull back smirking before he spits on your tongue making you clench down on him hard while you’re cumming. he’d have to grip your hips and start moving you himself, chasing his own orgasm and he’d be so pusey drunk just saying everything “oh my god baby, oh my god. gonna make me stuff this little pussy, gonna cum! let me cum in you, please. please baby, i love you. fuck your pussys so good.” he’d hide his face in your shoulder while he buries himself deep and cums. you’d both just sit there for a minute calming down and panting. your head resting on his shoulder while he rubs your back before standing while still holding you and carrying you to his room. after you’re all cleaned up and settled in bed cuddling you’d start giggling “what’s funny baby?” “you said you love me. 😌” he’d get all red and huff which would make you laugh more “i can’t believe i fucked you so good you said ‘i love you’ for the first time. it’s okay harry, i’ve almost said it a few times too.” and now he’s all 🥹“yeah? you love me?” “and your cock, can’t forget about my favorite. 😋”

OHHHHHH MY FUKCIJNG GODKJNHFUIJNBEHDFUJBH WHAT THE FUICKJFDICKJNFCJIK YALL AHVE COME FOR MY WHOLE LIFE TONIGJHTUGJHUGJ AND ON THIS NOTE I MUST SLEEP I CANT TAKE ANYMORE RN I FEARJNFHUJNF JESUS CHRIUYTSSYDHFGHVC IM SHOOOOOOK AND CLUTCHING MY PEARLSKDJNFHBUVJI

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Sorry to bother I am new in the ikemen fandom :) and was wondering since I saw them in your masterlist if you coulkd describe to me Faust and Charles character, i am asking hoping to not bother you of course becasue they ahve yet to be released in the english version but I am writing a sotry invoving vlad and I would like to know them too Thank you Have a nice day :)

Heya, welcome to the fandom! I had noticed you in my notifications already, haha! Never worry about being a bother. I'm always happy to answer questions. 😊😊😊

Fairly speaking, everything I know about Charles and Faust is second-hand as well. There are blogs like @cirillafionariannon that translates Japanese routes that haven't been released yet in English, and blogs like @dear-mrs-otome who posts snippets of content involving them with some hilarious additions. If you don't mind spoilers I recommend that you take a look there to observe for yourself!

As for what my interpretation of their characters are, see below the cut:

Faust: Brains over heart, but still very sensitive despite his tough exterior. He is very logical and analytical and will always choose his mind over his heart, even if it lowkey breaks him a little. Doesn't like to admit that he gets affected by emotions as well, but just look at how he treats Charles and you know that he cares a lot even if he says not. Sarcastic to his bone, this man has no reservations to spit out his thoughts and to have his judgement ready. Very much the type to say: "I can't help how you feel, but I can help you see the truth."

In which I mean to say that he will choose being 'right' over keeping peace. Hard facts matter a lot to him in that regard, even if they're a bitter pill to swallow. I specifically don't say 'truth' in his case because Faust doesn't care for the truth, he cares for the reality. The truth is bendable in his opinion and everyone has their own 'truth', hence facts.

Charles: I wouldn't say that Charles is the opposite of Faust, but from a first glance he would be. Where Faust is the cat you rather leave alone Charles is the young puppy that can't get enough of your attention! Charles is affable and friendly and willing to befriend anyone, but this mostly stems out of his own issues and his own self-worth. Where Charles seems like a guy who wears his heart on his sleeves he actually denies them more than Faust does. Where Faust just doesn't want to give emotions his time, Charles is suppressing them like a world champion: Stepford Smiler. Charles would definitely choose peace over facts and truths and as such he will conceal anything he believes will break the bubble.

Just like Faust, Charles is observant and analytical, but he employs it in a different way. Where Faust is clinical and sharp Charles chooses to employ his skills to control the situation and maintain the general mood. No one is allowed to be upset within his world, because upset means tears and tears breaks his heart, which means he failed. Intensely loyal once he grows attached to someone Charles will go to lengths beyond his reach to ensure their happiness, even if that means killing his own heart. Charles lives for others and receives his happiness from others as well.

[ancha-aus]

hey hey :D Happy you liked my tiny gift!

Friend. I made it for you :D If you want it to be canon i am honoured *bows* Is it obvious that i adore this au? Because i do :D

I also remember this video where there was like a house cat sneaking into the containment of a lynx. and like snugglign and cleaning the bgiger cat. and by cat language it was obvious the housecat was the boss. Turned out later that the lynx was raised by the housecat from kitten on and it made sense but that is also the energy Ccino has to me.

(on that note. when Ccino met Nightmare in the hall Nightmare's tendrils were all very low and still. kinda like a cat tail being low and submissive. Do with that what you will :D)

yay for getting Night right! You ahve so much going on with Nightmare but. They guy was a teen less than a year ago. It takes so much more than just changing some chemicals in the brain to grow up. And even if you grow older you don't change that much from teenage.

Nightmare has more power and brainpower. but he is still just that terrified and hurt teen on the inside. He hides it well but nightmare is in there.

But yeah. Ccino also plays in the hierachy act very well. BEcause he knows how important it is for nightmare to keep it up when others are near. Ccino knows nightmare doens't see them like that but he also knows tha tnightmare NEEDS the reassurance that the act is alive to make sure he appears strong and in control. So Ccino requests a private meeting. Nightmare knows it is a scolding :( But it is HARD for nightmare to act like king and leader agaisnt Ccino. because Ccino is Ccino. Ccino has always been there. He read bedtime stories to them. He eats midnight snacks with him and mad ehim hot choco when people were mean :( it is real hard for Nightmare to treat Ccino as lesser. it is why he has such a HIGH position in EVERYTHING.

It is why killer clocked them as something more going on. BEcause it is very weird. nightmare is hostile/unsure of everyone. but relaxes near ccino? Speaks his name and speaks to him directly? Turns his back on ccino wihtout a second of doubt? Killer may not know what is going on. but he sees soemthing is up. so he made a comment.

And Nightmare reacted VERY aggressively. Probably the first time killer ever saw all four of those tendrils sharpen and aim directly at him. Ready to strike for what he said.

And then Nightmare distracts him with mentioning they will be training. and Killer realises he will actually have to do work?! He can't just whisper stuff like the daydream of evil advisor he had been planning on?! What the hell?! tHen killer starts thining and realises all the stuff you said. because it makes SENSE the king himself oversees the training of a special guard. Killer curses himself and is already planning on leaving soon... but... maybe just a bit longer to figure out what is up wiht nightmare.

(because as you said. nightmare seemed amused and almost content when killer made remarks or slight jokes about him. but the rage when ccino was mentioned?)

((I can almost see killer one day when he is closer to nightmare seeing it once. the forbidden moment. When nightmare is stuck in paranoia. seeing villians and enemies anywhere. and then ccino just so gently calming him down. talking him through the panic. holding him like a parent holds a child. gentle and sure. reassuring him and humming soft songs and lullabies.)) (((killer realises he misses a lot of information. probably when nightmare is a child again? THe last few things slot in place for killer.)))

and Ccino :D I love him so much in case you didn't notice.

I figured that with how much nightmare trusted ccino? Especially that he trusted ccino enough for the apples to tell him what he learned. Nightmare was a crown prince. and he told this servant all these secrets about this holy ritual. and ccino beleived him. ccino listened and believed him. and then after the apples ccino stayed?

These two had to have astrong bond. otherwise they wouldn't ahve made it through. and ccino who always felt responsible and as a caretaker for nightmare? It doesn't matter nightmare is now larger and stronger and seems older than ccino. because ccino knows nightmare. he can see the way those sockets pinch together with pain. How nightmare will still freeze at certain sounds and movements. Ccino knows nightmare. and he may appear older. but to ccino this is still the little seven year old that one night sneaked into his room because he couldn't sleep because drema had his own room now. The same little babybones ccino would hold close and hum old lullabies his own mother sung to him.

and ccino was used to having to be sneaky about his affection. nightmare was the lesser twin and lesser prince after all. why should the babysitter focus his care and energy on the lesser of the two? Ccino managed. ccino made sure nightmare felt safe. that nightmare knew that ccino would always be a safe space of him.

and it worked. because even in the mids of a paranoia episode. nightmare is just afraid someone will hurt ccino to get to him. becuase nightmare knows ccino will never hurt him.

ccino knows how to help nightmare because he always helped nightmare. sure the feeligns got more extreme but they are still the same at the core. so ccino does what he always does. he is gentle. he makes sure nightmare knows he is safe. that ccino himself is safe. that ccino would never blame him for something others did.

I wanted that to be obvious. gentle touches. in very vulnerable spots (the skull which had gotten hurt. the neck is vulnerable) but nightmare knows ccino is safe.

Then with Dream I just. i wasn't sure if we ever discussed why they would bring in a skeleton to watch them. especially if they wanted the twins to be close. sure they didn't want to watch over nightmare themselves but then why not just have an old babysitter when they were young young and kick them out when to old?

Then i remembered that a lot of royal families totally did slavery, arranged marriages and harem. so. yeah.

it was pretty much meant that after dream got crowned and took the magic. the idea was just to push ccino closer as a "Here you go. he is for you in whatever way you want." there needs to be a next set of twins after all. and it may take a few mates before they hit gold. It makes sense why ccino, who was JUST a babysitter was even near the ritual. Why he was allowed to be close to the twins. Why he was encouraged to always be near them. ccino would have just barely been an adult when the ritual happened. ready to go from babysitter to whatever dream wanted. but then the ritual did not go the way it was planned.

it fits especially because you mentioned before that dream just didn't remember the servants that much. Though maybe... maybe he remembers a bit about ccino. mostly that nightmare liked him. that nightmare felt save with him. so dream having accidentally killed his twin. gotten a power boost. being presented with the one person who tried to protect his twin? in a way? perfect little gift for dream after he got crowned (and the guards/nim wouldn't have even known) sidenote. I think that Ccino totally knew this was his future. He was told very quickly that as soon as dream ascended that ccino would be expected to serve him and swear his loyalty to dream. Ccino knew what everyone implied (some of those council man were not subtle about his hips and figure.)

Then Ccino saw the whole mess with nightmare. nightmare in pain and when he woke up? all he could see was that same preteen who jsut had a night terror. so he went over to him and just held him when others left and ran. Ccino had always known he would remain. but now he wanted to stay for his young charge.

and it had to end with nightmare wanting to gift ccino a mask. it is the highest honour and normally only for royalty. but in nightmare's mind. if ccino doesn't deserve a mask? then no one does. because no one is more worthy than his older brother.

also i really like the idea that cats first are seen as something negative but then as something positive over time. they keep stuff clean of vermin and are very friendly because ccino raises them well. the knights all got a few cats they like to hang out wiht and all the cats love nightmare.

The idea that ccino will just walk through town just doing gorceries and suddenly like fifteen different cats all start bringing him like dead mice as trophies like "look dad! I hunted so good! For you!"

and i am very happy you noticed :3 After all. Cats keep the Rats out of the house :3 It fits for the first one to be Ccino. Ccino who runs a vvvery tight ship as he manages the house. who listens and knows this game. ccino who got ultimate power inside the castle.

You think nightmare fires servants? No. That is all ccino. Ccino is not letting anyone untrustworthy in the castle. or at least not stay for long. He is smart and sniffs them out. and cleans his house of any rats before they can start to nest or make themselves at home.

Gifted Drabble - NewAgeAU - Understanding

Hey @spotaus !! As promised :3 I got a little something for you!

Your drabble got me thinking and made me consider something. (also i am so sorry if i got the ages wrong. I really tried)

As always. Feel free to use whatever you want from it or just ignore what doesn't fit <3 I am just having fun and it is meant as a gift for you <3 (also to motivate you to keep writing more about it!)

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Nightmare gets off his horse as he stares at the castle.

Well. His castle now.

He is still not quite used to that. Refering to it with his castle instead of his mother's.

Even after almost 12 months. He still doesn't expect to see himself in the mirror. or maybe the problem is that he expects his old self. The young teen.

The weakling. The failure.

No focus.

He isn't that anymore. He now has the magic. He is the new powerful leader of his land. And he will make this work. Even if he still has no idea what he is doing.

No. He needs to get back and make sure no one tried to rebel against him. That no one tried to hurt Ccino while he was gone.

Nightmare gets off the horse and someone rushes over to take the horse. Nightmare stares at this person and figures out quickly it is the stablehand who has been taking care of the horses.

Nightmare looks over his shoulder and motions the new people to follow him. The set of brothers, the dog monster. and Killer.

Nightmare walks into the castle as he speaks "Some of the other servants will take you to your chambers to rest and clean up. Tomorrow the three of you will join some of my other staff to see what is needed and where you fit. Killer. You will-"

"My liege."

Nightmare blinks and looks over.

Ccino has appeared out of one of the servant secret passages and walks straight towards him. Nightmare can see, and feel, when Ccino takes in the new people and just who they are.

Ccino's face turns a bit harder and Nightmare can feel the annoyance and frustration in the air "My liege!" Ccino smiles brightly as he speaks "Have you eben succesfull in finding a possible knight?"

Killer chuckles behind him and mutters "someone is in trouble~"

Nightmare knows Killer is being sarcastic. But if only Killer knew how right he was.

Nightmare however could never be worried or afraid off Ccino. For him? Maybe. But never because of him. He gives a tiny nod. The only amount of respect their places and ranks allow them when others are near "Ccino." He waves into the direction of the new arrivals "These people will join my workers." He looks at the four new arrivals "This. Is Ccino. He is head of the house." a title that will never pass away from him. Not as long as Nightmare is in charge.

Ccino nods "Pleasure." he looks back at Nightmare "My liege. If you have the time. There is a matter we need to discuss."

Oh yeah. Nightmare is very much in trouble.

Nightmare's voice is still calm as he speaks "Very well. I will meet you in my study after i made sure they go to their chambers."

Ccino feels unamused but he nods with a bow before he leaves the hall with a quick turn.

Nightmare turns back to his new... servants? He never quite liked that word but it works. He turns to his servants and feel his tentacles slowly rise from their position on the ground. They slowly start to idle again as he makes sure the new people learn where their rooms are and where to get food.

He brings Killer to a room more seperate from the others. Beyond the guard positions. Just because Nightmare wants to give him a chance and the fact he doesn't fear him is refreshing doesn't make Nightmare forget how dangerous Killer is.

Fuck this was a mistake.

What if Killer hurts people here?

What if he hurts Ccino?

Killer looks around his room before lounging on the bed "So what is the deal with the other skeleton?" he grins and wiggles his eye brows "Little secret going on there?"

Ngihtmare needs a moment as he wonders what Killer could mean. Then it sinks in and Nightmare feels his tentacles all spasm as he shudders "No." the answer is final and harsh. Killer actually looks surprised.

Nightmare holds his sight and speaks slowly "I will only repeat this once and remember this well. I don't like having to repeat myself." he holds Killer's gaze "Ccino is head of the house. He will remain head of the house. Nothing anyone can say or do will change this." he holds his gaze before straightening himself again as he moves towards the door "Tomorrow we will start training."

Kilelr sputters "We?!"

Nightmare stops and shoots him a look "Obviously. How am I to keep track of your skills and promise if i don't oversee the training myself?" and he leaves the room.

He hurries back through th castle towards his study. Sinking in and out of shadows as his mind, body and soul all know where he wishes to go.

He stops by his study and enters it.

Ccino is already in there. Studying the old masks in the special glass casing.

Nightmare closes the door and Ccino turns to him with a glare "What were you thinking?"

Nightmare gets taken back to a year or two prior. When he was still small. When he had cut himself to practise for the ritual. He hadn't been able to sleep and had been nervous about the apple ritual already. He had wanted to practise his part. to perform a blood oath to promise loyalty until death to his twin.

Ccino had caught him with a knife out.

Nightmare blinks back into the here and now as Ccino looks at him expecting with his arms crossed.

Nightmare blinks as he looks to the side for a moment. How is it that even wiht him being taller than Ccino he still feels small compared to him? "They were innocent."

Ccino looks unimpressed as he crosses his arms "Now with less lies."

Nightmare blinks and shoot his traitorous tendrils a look. No doubt they did something to give his little slight lie away. Ccino jsut raises a brow as he taps his foot.

Nightmare speaks again "Most of them were innocent. I didnt want them to get hang for something they did not do."

Ccino hums as he waits "And the murderer?"

Nightmare looks at Ccino "how did you know?"

Ccino sighs but has a small smile on his face. an old fond feeling as ccino looks at him and the tiny part of nightmare that had been stressed relaxes. Ccino just keeps looking slightly amused "There is a reason i told you to get out more. you only hear so many things from people in the castle nightmare. You need to go out to hear everything from everyone. I know who he is because i go to the market sometimes."

nightmare gives aslow nod as he looks away. So Ccino knows that nightmare brought a serial killer home. great.

Ccino sighs and sits on the couch for visitors and Nightmare joins him instead of sitting in his own chair.

Ccino looks at him "Just... tell me what happened. Why did you decide this?"

Ngihtmare looks at his hands. again slightly shocked to see the goop. It never stains anything yet it feels like a reminder. It is dirty. it isn't the holy light the powers promised. it is weird and looks diseased which is fitting for him. someone who betrayed everyone. who betrayed his twin. He may have gone it to protect dream. But even dream doesn't see this.

Where does that leave him?

Ccino's hand rubs his cheek and Nightmare shakes himself out of it. Ccino looks so worried as he rubs his skull "Hey... it is okay... i am not mad at you. I am worried about you. I am sorry if it seemed like i was mad."

Nightmare knows ccino isn't mad at him. Not like that at least. Nightmare can feel that. But he likes that ccino still tells him as much too.

Nightmare sighs as he leans into the gentle hold and touch. Ccino had always been one of the few to hold him. As his and Dream's babysitter it had been his job. But Ccino had always truly cared about them both. The moment that Nightmare could feel emotions he had been shocked by that.

That Ccino held no hatred for him. Not even a little bit. He enver blamed either Nightmare or Dream for his situation.

Nightmare speaks softly "The... kngihts you picked out. they were amazing. They showed much promise and would have made fine warriors."

Ccino hums as he keeps rubbing his skull "But?"

Nightmare sighs "They hated me. Even if with time they would eventually grow loyal and accept their place. They would forever hold resentment towards me for making them come."

Ccino hums and nods "I get it. It were only options Ngihtmare. there will be more people who fit the job."

Nightmare feels another part of him relax. knowing that Ccino still understands him "Killer wasn't afraid."

Ccino hums questioning.

Nightmare speaks slowly "He wasn't afraid. Not of me. Not of his situation. He stood up when near me. He didn't cower and he didn't hide." he sighs as he leans into the hug. He shouldn't need these anymore. He is an adult now and not that awkward young teen anymore. Nightmare shouldn't still count this much on the other "He saw me and didn't hate me. He knew who i was and didn't hate me. It was... new."

Ccino still feels unsure but he holds him still "And that gave you hope? That maybe if soemone didn't start with that hatred they could maybe become truly loyal?"

Ngihtmare shrugs. He isn't quite sure. he didn't think that far ahead. He just didn't want to lose another person who didn't hate him.

Ccino sighs as he keeps rubbing his skull and the back of his neck "I won't say i trust him. Because i don't. And I worry about you. I am scared he will end up hurting you."

Nightmare rolls his eyes as he answers "I have yet to even lose a fight and i had almost no training." all because of his tentacles and his newfoudn power.

Ccino just holds him tighter "There are more ways someone can hurt you Nightmare."

Nightmare feels the fear of before return. THe idea that somoene would kill Ccino. "If... if him being here makes you feel unsafe i will return him to the guards."

Ccino laughs and shakes his skull "Ngihtmare I am fine. I am not scared for me."

Nightmare keeps holding him as he feels himself start to shake. fears he had been trying to ignore and push away return to the front of his mind "Waht if they realise just how important you are? What if they try to hurt you to hurt me? What if they kill you to hurt me? Ccino maybe it is better if you hide." hide... hide away... out of sight out of mind.

Ccino just rubs his neck "It is okay Nightmare. It is okay. They don't know. and even if they have an idea your reputation adn the past of this country will just make them think I am someone who will be used as sacrifice last. That i will be punished last or least."

Nightmare shakes as he keeps holding the one person who remained "What if they hurt you because of me?"

Ccino is so calm and sure "then it would be on them. Not you. You don't want others to hurt me. It wouldn't be your fualt Nightmare and I will never see it as your fault. It is okay."

Ngihtmare still feels unsure. He made it obviously clear to Killer that Ccino is improtant. Killer is smart and Nightmare has no idea what he could be planning.

Another thought enters his mind. Somethign he had found early on in his ruling.

A very very damning piece of paper. a slave contract.

Nightmare speaks softly "I am sorry you are stuck here..."

Ccino shrugs as he keeps rubbing his back "Not your fault."

Nightmare shakes as he holds him "I.... I can undo it... I can give you back your freedom..."

Ccino had been taken from his home. Sold to the castle with a very clear purpose. First to be a babysitter. and later... well... Drema had been planning to be all powerful and go from young teen to adult in just one ritual. There is a reason Ccino's age had been only 6 years older than them.

Ccino had been suposed to be Dream's from the very start.

Ccino hums "A nice thought. Not that i thought about that contract in a long time. It hardly matters nowadays. Not like I can just leave."

Nightmare feels his grip tighten and his tendrils curl around them. He doesn't want to let go of the one person who cared. The one person he could count on to help him. To give a single shit about Nightmare. But... but how long will it take before Ccino starts hating him? If Nightmare keeps him here?

Nightmare holds him close "I... I can get you a horse... I can give you gold..." He will just use some of the treasury. Ccino deserves it. "I can send some guards with you on your way. You could go wherever you want. Back to your family."

Ccino locks both his arms around his skull and hums softly. an old lullaby and Nightmare stops. The amount of memories almost hurt. It was always Ccino who held him on bad nights. Or when he was sad. Or when everyone pushed him aside again.

Ccino speaks sfotly "Nightmare. When I say i can't leave i don't mean i physically can't leave. It means i don't want to. I decided a while ago i want to stay here Nightmare."

Nightmare shakes but refuses to let go "What... what about your family?" Ccino's fmaily have to love him. Ccino is so amazing. There is no way he isn't missed dearly after he was stolen from them.

Ccino sighs sadly "Nightmare... They have been killed a long time ago. The day i was taken the guards made sure i knew there was nothing to return to. even if i ran." Ngihtmare feels himself freeze. why... why had he thought?

Ccino rubs his skull "It hurt a lot but i accepted a long time ago Nightmare. I accepted that you two were my family now... and well... now it is just you. and it is okay. I am okay with that. I will always support you Nightmare." he grins "You may be older now but i like to think i am still the older brother."

Nightmare feels aprt of himself break as he just sinks fully into Ccino's hold "please don't also leave me." it is weak. it is pathetic. He should be stronger than this. He should have been prepared for this.

Ccino just covers his skull wiht his body and holds him "I am not going anywhere Nightmare. I will be by your side. I swear on my soul."

Nightmare relaxes and lets himself enjoy the comfort he should not need this badly. He enjoys it and can't help but let his eyes slide around the room. His sight finds the masks and remembers.

The masks are the highest honour. only shared with those most special.

He thinks something catlike will fit his older brother.

[multitrackdrifting]

I think one good hug would probably break the average person who doesn't see other people regularly and most of their friends are online.

I think I realized the reality of it all when I met all my internet friends (most of which I met on tumblr) in like 2017. I didn't cry, I don't cry in general really, but it made me realise how lonely life can be and how like yeah you can kind of subsist without ever seeing other people and not going outside much outside of like work or whatever you do but it's probably not for the best to be completely alone

I'm not one to judge how other people live, but at the same time I fully believe that we are not meant to go at this life shit alone no matter how introverted we are at our cores. Maybe we're just too used to be alone that we can't see it, but I stopped looking at the world that way and even if its just once every month or two months when I'm not working or studying, it's still nice to do something with otehrs that you will remember irl

But until those moments come, spending time with friends online is still good too -- but that irl element is still pretty crucial I believe that fully

I'm p lucky cause my irl circle is just my highschool friends I've kept in touch with -- but meeting people as an adult you ahve like what, work, college, and maybe a random person who strikes up a conversation with you

It's hard to meet other people, so if you didn't win that lottery in highschool where you were really social and popular (which I'll admit, I was part of the in-crowd, as cringe as that is to say) maybe developing any adult friendships is like 957x harder than I can begin to comprehend

Even so, I still don't feel that this life should be tackled alone and I hope that everyone finds people that they can trust and feel safe around to spend time with and live life with. For me a lot of my closest friends live across the ocean, and nothing as of yet is really pushing me towards them at the moment so I still have to make sure I keep up with my real life friends too

It's important for your mind to have that physical comfort and presence, even if you're not one for physical affection like hugs and stuff, there is a distinct fulfilment to it that online gets pretty close to, but it cant fully erase that little inkling of longing for some real life comfort, body language & good vibes you know?

But yeah, it's very hard to meet new people. I think I've made like 10 friends tops since I graduated that I still talk to.

Touching grass is good, but doing that with other people is even better.

[the---hermit]

Hello!

I need your tips on how to come up with a research title. Also extra tips or maybe encouragement on conducting any type of research. Thanks!

Hello!

I should start by saying that I am presonally terrible at picking titles, thankfully I was helped by my professor to pick the thesis title (but I still ahve to settle down on chapter titles and I totally feel you cause it's a nightmare job). Keep in mind that your title should not only present what your work is all about, it should also be interesting enough for people to read it. Honestly what I normally is try to come up with a list of key workds that describe my work, as well as main themes, and then I just try a good combination until something makes sense. I am aware that this part of my answer could be better, but this is all I have got for now, I have to learn a lot more about coming up with titles.

With the second part of this I should be a bit better. So I understand that conducting any type of research can be VERY intimidating. It's not something you do a lot, it sounds very serious and if you are anything like me you are constantly doubting you have the skill to do it. But researches are fun, I try to see them as little adventures, you are looking into something you don't know much about to learn more and to understand and these things are exciting. Many times conduction a research can make you one of the few experts on a subject and that it also so cool. Few things are as thrilling as that moment in which all you have read starts to take form, and you understand things that were unknown to you, and you reason on all that stuff. And at the end of it you get to sit down and write something to show people all the work you have done and your thoughts and ideas (and in a small part you become a bit like the people who wrote the stuff you had to read and study for your reaseach so things come back full circle!). It's so satisfying to put to words your reseach, it can be hard, but finally all your work comes to reality in a bunch of words and sentences, and it's beautiful. If you doubt yourself about this work you have to do or feel unmotivated think of this, think of how exciting these works can be, and you have all the skills to do it, because to conduct a research you just need to have a subject and then read as much as you can on the subject. Then it's all a matter of putting things together and write everything down. You can totally do it, believe in yourself and most importantly try to have fun while working on this reseach okay?

I really hope you'll find a good title and are proud of your research, I'd love to have updates once you are done! A while back someone who asked me for some advice told me all about their project and how it went and it was lovely (do not feel pressured tho!). Good luck with everything!

[lia-jones]

Growing Together - Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Proof Is In the Brownie

Author's note:

Hello beautiful people! It's been such a long time since I have posted, and I'm truly sorry for the no-show, but things ahve been hectic at work and I really couldn't get myself in the right headspace to write, but now we're hopefully rolling! I struggled a lot deciding whether I should write this chapter or not. It doesn't feel like my usual narrative, some of you will find it unusual, and still I had to get it out of my head. If you can, leave me a comment or an ask with your opinion!

So, without further ado, let's get to it!

“Oh God.” I croaked, looking around. “I think we took this thing way too far.”

Victor lifted his head from my shoulder, disheveled hair still covered with flour.

“You think?” He frowned. “We destroyed the kitchen.”

Feeding Instructions

“Andy, will you come here for a second?” I heard Victor call from the hallway.

“Yeah.” I stopped beside the aquarium, running my fingers through my wet hair.

“This is how much you give him.” He showed me a small plastic spoon with lobster pellet food. “Twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. No more than that.”

Here we go.

“Are you also instructing me on how many times I should feed our son, or is it just the lobster?”

“You forget you fed him, and then you feed him more than necessary.” He dropped the food into the aquarium. “He’s getting fatter, his exoskeleton doesn’t even get a chance to harden.” He paused, staring at the aquarium. “Maybe I should make you a sheet to keep track of his feeding.”

“For the last time, Victor, I am not overfeeding the lobster! I am perfectly able to remember if I have fed him or not, I’m not senile.” I walked back to our room, starting to feel annoyed.

“This from the person who forgot her phone inside the refrigerator.” I heard him follow me.

“That is different, I was getting a yogurt for Owen and I was holding the phone...”

“I would buy you some memory supplements, but you’ll probably forget to take them.” He mocked me.

“You know, if you are so worried about the lobster, don’t go.” I turned to him. “Stay and feed him yourself.”

“You know I can’t do that. I need to make sure everything is running smoothly before the inauguration.” He held me by the waist.

“Right.” I leaned my head against his chest with a heavy sigh. ”And I need to stay behind to look after LCG and help Goldman if he needs me.”

“It’s only for two weeks.” He pressed his chin on top of my head. “Then you’ll meet me in Paris, and we can make up for the lost time.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, like somehow my embrace could force him to stay. Although traveling was a big part of Victor’s job, since we got Owen he used to avoid it as much as he could, and I got used to having him with us all the time. I knew LFG France was a big project that demanded a lot of his attention, especially during the first months, and he had no choice but to go, yet I still resented the fact that I would have to endure two weeks without his warmth, sleeping alone in a cold bed.

“In the meantime, will you please try not to kill our pet?” He broke our embrace, pecking me in the forehead. “Twice a day. No more, no less.”

“Oh, for the love of-”

“Nevermind, I’ll just ask Owen.”

And with that, my husband left me alone in our bedroom, probably to avoid the insults I was about to throw at him.

A Brownie a Day Keeps the Sadness Away

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Owen poked his eggs. “But I have to go to school today, I won’t have any time to be with you before we leave.”

“We have tonight.” Victor smiled at his son.

“It’s no use, it’s not enough time.” The boy pouted. “And I’ll be too sad to enjoy it anyway.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at my five-year-old drama. Victor gave me a knowing look.

“Well, that being the case, I may as well return the tickets I bought to the Insectopia exhibition.” Victor spoke casually, his eyes on his phone.

Owen dropped his fork and looked at his father, his sweet brown eyes sparkling.

“We are going to see Insectopia today?”

Victor got up from the table calmly, retrieving an orange cardboard box from the fridge.

“We were, but since you are so depressed, you may not want to do it. I even bought your favorite brownies from Hungry Hippo, but I understand if you lost your appetite.”

“I can have brownies for breakfast?!?” Owen’s eyes opened so wide I thought they were going to pop out.

“Finish your eggs first.” Victor took three more plates from the cupboard, serving us all brownies. Owen took his fork again, eating his eggs in a rush.

“Done!” He announced after what felt like 10 seconds. “I want a brownie please!”

“God, Owen, did you even chew your food?!?” I looked at my son’s plate, surprised to see it empty. But I don’t think he even heard me, already busy cutting his brownie.

“Hmmm, these are sooo goood!” Owen closed his eyes as he took a bite of his brownie. “The best brownies ever, better than all other brownies! Not even Dad can make brownies this good!”

My husband’s face fell.

“My brownies are not this good?”

“No, these are so much better!” Owen replied with his mouth full of chocolate.

Victor gave me an inquisitive look. I sipped my coffee, pretending not to notice.

“Hmm.” He frowned, cutting a piece of his brownie with the fork and bringing it to his mouth. After a moment, his frown deepened. “They are. But how?”

Playing My Brownies Right

As usual, we drove Owen to school and headed to LFG Tower to work. On a regular day, Victor and I would spend our commute time talking about our daily affairs, clients we would meet, who would cook dinner or pick Owen up. But since it was his last day at home before he flew to Paris, all of that seemed irrelevant. The whole day just felt a bit sad for me.

“I wish you could take the day off for us to spend some time together. It’s been ages since we had some time for ourselves.”

“Some other time.” He sighed. “I need to get some last-minute affairs in order before I leave.”

“Can’t you take some time and have Goldman do it?” I complained. “You’ve been working non-stop.”

“I should take care of some things myself.”

“Funny, back when I was publishing my study, you were such a firm believer in delegating.” I squinted at him.

“Different situations.”

“Because I’m me and you’re you?”

There was a moment of silence, and I smiled thinking Victor was mulling over my astonishing comeback. Turns out, he wasn’t even listening.

“Do you think those brownies are better than mine?”

“That is your main concern right now!?”

“Well, are they?” He insisted.

“Ok, consider this a lesson of tough love.” I turned to him. “Yes, they are. Happy Hippo’s brownies are vastly superior to yours. And that’s ok. You don’t have to be good at everything. Someone can’t be good at everything.”

“I beg to differ.” He frowned, watching the road. “My whole life, I worked hard to achieve perfection, and I have reached it. I believe that with consistent effort and dedication, one can be good at anything.”

I stifled a laugh.

“Not brownies, though.”

“Don’t think I can’t tell you are mocking me.”

“Oh no, I’m going to lose brownie points.” I poked him.

“Will you back off?” He poked back. “I have plenty to do today, I don’t want to catch moronitis from you.”

“You know, if you were so good at everything, I’m sure you would have no trouble delegating your tasks to Goldman and spending the day with me.” I gave him a daring look. “In fact, I bet you can’t.”

“You bet?” He smiled mischievously at me. There was nothing Victor loved more than a good challenge. Unfortunately for him, I was well aware of that.

“Want to make it official?”

“It depends. What are the terms of this bet?”

“For today, until Owen arrives from school, if I dare you to do something, you’ll need to do it, and you need to do it perfectly. If I win, you’ll have to admit you are not good at everything. Also, you can’t nag me about anything for a whole month. Not about lobster food, not about the mess I make in the bathroom, nothing.”

“Fair enough. So if I win, you’ll have to always agree with what I say and act accordingly for a month. During that time, what I say goes, and you can’t go against it. And you will have to acknowledge my prowess as well.”

“I always have to agree? So I can never tell you that you’re wrong?” I frowned.

“Not for thirty days, you can’t.”

“Not even if you are talking your way into sleeping on the couch?”

“That won’t happen because you’ll always agree with me.” He smiled. “See? It’s a foolproof plan.”

“You have to win first.” I dared.

“I’m confident about my chances.” Keeping a cautious eye on the road, he pressed the screen of his phone. “And to show you I mean it, I will complete the first challenge.”

“You’re taking the day off?” I smiled, surprised to see my teasing work so well.

“I was already planning to, you idiot.” He pretended to be angry, although I could see him suppressing a smile. “I only had a short meeting to attend and then I would whisk you away from the office for some time for two. Sadly, you had to act childishly and ruin the surprise.”

Awww, soft Victor. I leaned against his bicep, my heart filled with love for this man. It almost made me feel bad for planning to make his day a living hell. Almost.

Put Your Mouth Where Your Brownie Is

“A supermarket? That’s your idea of time for two?”

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a quiet day at home, just the two of us.” Victor replied, filling our cart with several items. “And cooking together seems like a nice activity.”

“Well, since you’ll be gone for so long, I thought we could use some more…” I batted my eyelids at him. “... intimate time.”

“Fear not, I will not leave my wife unsatisfied.” He smiled.

That smile was enough to leave me a babbling horny mess. Get it together, Andrea.

It wasn’t until we stopped by the dairy fridge that I paid close attention to the contents of our cart: chocolate, sugar, flour, and a stick of unsalted butter Victor had just put there.

“We’re going to bake brownies.” My good mood was gone at that exact second. We were supposed to be taking time for us, how could he even think about brownies?

“We are going to try and recreate that recipe, perhaps even improve it.”

“Well, don’t use that butter then. Use this one instead.” I retrieved a stick of regular butter from the fridge.

“I will not use cheap butter to bake.” He put the salted butter in its original place. “It alters the consistency and flavor. It belongs on warm bread, not brownies.”

I could say I was disappointed that Victor was more concerned about his pride than the short time we had to be together before his trip. I could even say that it upset me how condescending he would sound sometimes, always telling me how to do things, like I was Owen’s age. All of these were true, but that wasn’t what was bothering me the most. Victor would leave soon, and we wouldn’t see each other for two weeks, and I knew I would be a needy insecure mess during the time he would be away, barely able to sleep on that giant bed by myself, missing his loving whispers in the morning, his huge sweaty body making love to me. To add insult to injury, this distance didn’t seem to affect Victor at all. He was cool as a cucumber, like this long trip away from his family was just another Tuesday.

I felt entitled to some pettiness.

“You know what? Forget about the old bet.” I took the stick of butter and placed it again in our cart. “Let’s make a new one. Same consequences, different challenge.”

“What do you have in mind?” He came closer, looking me in the eye.

“Simple.” I stared back defiantly. “The best brownie wins.”

All is Fair in Love and Brownies

The terms were pretty straightforward: we had fifteen minutes to prepare the batter, after which we would put both trays in the oven, simultaneously, and bake them for the exact same time. If we couldn’t decide on which brownie was the best, Owen would have the final say. The winner would have absolute power over the household for a month, and could not be defied during that time, unless in dire circumstances.

We placed the ingredients on the counter, along with the bowls and pans we would need. Victor started the timer on his phone.

“Ready?” He glanced at me.

“Let’s get this party started.” I smiled.

It was showtime.

Victor and I loved cooking together, but our cooking methods couldn’t be more different. I was more of a messy cooker, leaving eggshells on the counter, and flour everywhere, and most times my clothes would also become victims of my culinary endeavors, while Victor was methodical and clean, neatly arranging his ingredients on the counter, carefully measuring each one of them. Surprisingly, we worked pretty well together: Victor quickly embraced my spontaneous side and I obviously benefited immensely from his methodic one. Side by side, as competitors, not so much. That became clear when I grabbed the flour and placed it absentmindedly on the counter, the bag still open.

“Close the bag after you use it.” Victor paused his mixing to close the flour bag. “Clumsy as you are, you’ll spill flour all over the counter.”

“So what?” I shrugged, busy mixing my batter. “It’s just flour, we’ll clean it afterward.”

“Have you noticed how filthy your side of the counter is? How can you work in such chaos?” He scolded. “Eggshells everywhere, flour and sugar on the floor…” He wiped my forehead. “How did you even get flour on your face?”

And there he was again, talking to me like I was five. Oh boy.

“I’m sorry, is my mess making you uncomfortable?”

“Just stay on your side of the counter, I don’t want to get stains on my shirt.”

That was enough. If Victor was so adamant about treating me like a child, I would act like one.

“Oops!” I tilted the sugar jar over the counter, sugar spilling all over Victor’s side. “You are right, I can be really messy.”

“What’s the matter with you?” He quickly grabbed a cloth. “Are you trying to aggravate me on purpose?”

“Maybe I am.” I shrugged. “I mean, I’m sure a perfect man like you must be prepared to deal with all challenges life throws at him, including a messy wife.”

“A little sugar isn’t going to stop me, if that's what you think.” He gave me a smug look, returning to his work. “I’ll still win.”

“Is that so?” I paused my mixing, wondering what I could do to get him pissed.

“Easy now, don’t go doing things you might regret.” Victor raised an eyebrow at me, like he somehow had read my mind.

“I think my batter is ready. Tell me what you think.” I grabbed the spoon I was using to mix and whipped it towards Victor, a bunch of brownie batter landing on his neck and face. “Yummy, right?”

Victor paused, his eyes closed, taking a deep breath as he wiped the chocolate from his face. For a moment I thought he would just scream at me and storm away. I had something quite different.

“Not quite ready yet.” He took the flour bag and dumped it all over me. “It needs more flour."

“Are you sure?” I gave him a defying look, after wiping some of the flour off me. “Have another taste.”

And I did the unthinkable. I took my mixing bowl and poured it all over his shirt and pants.

“For the record,” Victor said after recovering from the initial shock, “you were the one who started this.”

I really can’t tell who threw what next, but the next thing I know is we were in full battle mode, ingredients flying everywhere. Victor got a clear advantage when he remembered he had some eggs close by. Thankfully, I was quick to react and managed to avoid being bombarded by opening the fridge door and hiding behind it. And that’s when I saw it. The can of whipped cream I had bought to garnish the other brownies, and that Victor had refused to use because food in a can is unacceptable. Well, I would put it to good use now. I emerged from behind my improvised shelter, shaking the can vigorously.

“Now, if you’re smart,” I pointed the nozzle at him, “you’ll admit defeat and walk away.”

“If you were smart”, he walked confidently towards me, “you’d know it takes a lot more than whipped cream for me to fold.” Before I could react, he grabbed both my wrists and made me twirl, holding my arms behind my back, the can forgotten on the floor. “Now admit defeat.” He whispered in my ear, from behind me.

“Oh, bite me.” I scoffed.

He didn’t waste a second. He took my earlobe in his mouth and bit it hard.

“Satisfied?”

I gave him a daring look.

“Harder.”

Bigger Brownies to Bake

My defiance was like a trigger in Victor’s mind. He didn’t give me any time to think or react, turning me effortlessly in his arms, his mouth taking mine in a passionate kiss. And just like that, our food fight turned into a steamy make-out session.

Yes, the kitchen was a mess, and Victor would be leaving soon, but none of the things that bothered us before seemed to matter at that moment, as we focused solely on each other and the way we felt, the world a blurry notion in the back of our minds. We simply gave in to our lust, kissing, touching, teasing, hands ripping clothes apart and throwing them on the ground. Victor was far from cold, despite popular belief, he was a very intense man, and loving him was just as intense. Every time we gave in to our feelings like this, it was like being swallowed by a gigantic yet pleasurable wave, only hoping we would come out whole in the end. We made love right then and there, on our kitchen island, too entranced to think of anything else. It was only when we came down from our high, landing in each other’s arms with a wide grin on our faces, that we minded the real world again.

“Oh God.” I croaked, looking around. “I think we took this thing way too far.”

Victor lifted his head from my shoulder, his hair covered with flour.

“You think?” He frowned. “We destroyed the kitchen.”

Our eyes met for a second before we both burst into laughter. Problems like a dirty kitchen seem so silly when we’re happy.

“Will you tell me why you have been so moody with me lately?” He pulled me closer to his chest.

“I haven’t…” I started defending myself, but gave up when I noticed him glaring at me. “I have been moody, yes, you are right.” I sighed. “I know this is stupid and you’ll probably make fun of me, but the idea of having you away for so long… it’s unsettling.”

“Idiot, it’s only for a few weeks.” He chuckled. “Before you know it, you’ll be taking the jet to meet me.”

“See? And that infuriates me too!” I pushed away from his arms. “Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you laugh! Like this is a joke, like there is no reason for me to be feeling that way, especially when it’s clear you won’t-”

He pressed his lips against mine, and as usual, my thoughts evaded me completely. His kiss was sweet and soothing, taking away all my anxiety. He took my face in his hands and broke the kiss to look into my eyes, his voice with a sweeter yet vulnerable tone now.

“You are usually so good at reading me.” He smiled. “How can you think I don’t care?”

His eyes were filled with such honesty that I began to question my reasoning as well. That man did nothing but love me, deeply, every day. How could I possibly question that? I watched as he lifted my wrist, holding the red ruby charm between these fingers.

“I carry your heart with me.” He whispered.

“I carry it in my heart.” I returned.

“I may not say much, but my word is biding. You never need to worry about these things, you have the answer to them already. Here.” He pointed at my bracelet. “Here.” He took my left hand, kissing my ring finger. “And hopefully, here.” His hand rested on my chest. “Even when this gets you in trouble.” He tapped my forehead with a smile. “I give all these reminders and still you forget? You are in dire need of those memory supplements.”

“Damn it.” I shook my head. “You won.”

“No, the terms were that the best brownie would win. We didn’t get to bake them.”

“You wanted to prove to me that you are perfect.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And you did. You are absolutely perfect. At least for me.”

“Well, that being the case…” He came closer, brushing his lips against mine. “I think we have a tie.”

The kitchen was pristine clean when Owen came from school, and our little adventure became our secret, a private joke we shared in our moments of intimacy. Another proof that, even in chaos and uncertainty, we would always find each other.

This project has been going for a year now (it started in February 2020) and it won't be over any time soon, so I would like to ask you, as much as possible, for your support, because we still have a very long way to go. So, if you enjoy the work, don't forget to comment and reblog. It gives it traction and enables other people to learn about it, and for me to get more excited about what I do.

[ofyourmightyharmxnies]

[TW INCOMING MELTDOWN.]

[another pause, except this one felt more poignant. he is typing..]

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H-Hello President Soot!

I..um.. just wanted to say I hope you're doing alright! I'm sure it's reallllly busy and stressful being a president, so make sure to take breaks and try to get rest when you can okay?

A lot of people look like they care about you a whole lot, so it would make them happy too if you're happy!

-💜🌌

Another bunch of kind words.. Thank you, I truly don't deserve you all. I assure you that I'll be fine, Mx. 💜🌌.. You needn't fret too much, I'm quite sorry that you had to.

[goth-girlfriend]

can you do a sub!iida x dom!gn reader fic with confessions, phone sex, or mutual masturbation?

Ooooo 👀 spicy 🌶

I’m not experienced with Gender neutral BUT ILL TRY MY BEST! Letsss gooooo!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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(Credit to Artist: if you know pelase let me know, /my friend sent me this to use it doesn’t not belong to her)

“Iida~” I called his name looking for him.

I stuck my head into his open room door finding him completely ready but looking a bit lost. He turned his head to look at me, a bit surprised actually.

“Oh, hello (l/n), do you need something?” He asked fully turning to me.

“Yes sir, Momo said something about grocery shopping? And then said it would be you and I this week, you know...since Deku is on house arrest.” I poked my pointer fingers together and smiled.

“Right, well,” he turned back to his room and sighed, “that’s everything, well go then.”

I gave a single nod with a hum of confirmation, and with that we started our way out and off of campus.

****

After getting the groceries, I basically forced Iida to take lunch with me, which he did with little fighting.

“Are you okay?” I asked Iida sipping on my drink, “you’ve been.... antsy? All day.”

“Yes,” he sighed and pushed his glasses up, “I’m well.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, “You’re lying, what is it? And don’t say nothing! Because I will-

“I love you-” you started to choke on your drink and Iida got up already helping you. He stood on your side helping you stand , on hand holding your hand the other on your back, your friend hand was covering the lower half of your face after you recovered. One, you were embarrassed he just saw that, two, BLUSHING, the man just screamed he loved you and you choked, what a loser.

“I” I coughed and tried to clear my throat, “Iida.”

I let out a deep breath and nodded, “wanna elaborate a bit more? I’m sure you had a speech or something before I started choking.” You gave a sheepish laugh hoping you’d get time to come up with something.

“I did, but when I look at you, my thoughts....” he paused and looked away red painting itself on his cheeks, “my thoughts .... my words won’t come out.”

“Iida,” I took a breath calming the burning in my throat, “You should probably know.... that, I don’t exactly like you....” I sigehd ad he let go of my hand, I smield, “I love you.”

I took him by surprise and hugged his chest, he let out a sound as I hit his chest with my own body. He didn’t answer or say anything back, he just stood there, arms to his sides, this boy is sHOOK.

“Iida?” I stepped back to look at him.

His face was red and he didn’t look at me, I looked around his face, I put my palms flat against his chest, “I guess we should head back and talk about this huh?”

***

The walk back to the dorms was quiet, I’d managed to take hold of Iida’s hand. So each of our free hands were holding half of the many bags.

As we got closer to campus the sidewalk emptied and sun was reaching its peak, apparently Iida didn’t want a crowd because being alone was enough to get him to say what he wanted to say. He stopped us and let go off my hand facing me, he started his speech.

“I found myself livening you not because of who you are or what you look like, it’s the things you do, how you treat others and yourself. Your responsible and respectfuleven when your not acting it. You strive to be your best, and you gave me words of encouragement when I needed them most. You never seem to lose yourself or focus of what you want no matter what happens to or around you. When you know something is for the best, you make sure it’s done. When you speak your words are followed by your actions and not left empty. I’ve seen you control a crowd and lead a group. Your a real hero and a real leader. I respect that about you, I like that no matter what comes, no matter what happened You’re never afraid to take charge and lead those who need help and guidance. A true hero should know what to do to put those around them at peace, and in my darkest moments, in you, in your words and actions I’m able to find peace. So I ask, if you would, would you let me hold onto that space forever?”

***

🌶Content Warning🌶

A few months have passed, and no one believed that Iida, would’ve been one to be in a relationship with how serious he is. It shocked more to find out, that I was the one who he confessed to, and returned his feeling.

But if they knew what he was really like, he’d never live it down.

“Tenyaaaa~” I cooed into his ear, I was knelt behind him, pulling his back against my chest.

I brought one of my arms around his hip to start strolling his cock, I tilted my head to the right, and brought my left land up to his throat, I squeezed gently and pushed his head back so it sat against my shoulder and neck. His hair was soft, but sticking to his forehead, tears were streaming down his face.

“Aww, crying already?” I kissed his neck and grazed my teeth along his shoulder, “We just started.”

My right hand tugged at the silver ring on his cock, keeping him from coming, I watched his shoulder shiver, and jerking foreward, no use to the fact I’d tied his arms behind his back. I ran my finger tips of the red hot under skin of his cock tracing a prominent vein. It was pulsing, I started to stroke him using my full hand while I started to suck on his neck biting and breaking the skin, I stopped my movements as he started to thrust his hips up into my hand with pained grunt, I ran my thumb over his tip smearing the slight Precum over the head. He started to let out chocked sobs as I took a tighter hold and gave slow jerks, his breath turned into quick pants as he pathetically started to hump my hand, I smirked against his neck and tightened my hold on his throat, “Are you gonna cum for me?”

The tears started to fall as his hips made short quick thrusts into my hands, “Please, please please.” He pelased “yes, PELASE.”

The tears were covering his face as his hips didn’t slow he was chasing his release, “Cum baby, I’ll let you.”

He started to thrust she’d run to my hand and I watched as his jaw clenched bad his struggled to breath from forcing his hips up into my hand, I wasn’t holding his throat tight enough to choke him. “I can’t,” he let out a loud choked cry, I pouted and kissed his neck, pumping him gently, he leaned against me, panting hips still rutting, but also trying to move back.

“You can’t?” I asked and nuzzle against his neck, “I know you can baby.” I bit into his shoulder one more time as I let go of him completely.

I licked my top lip, I stood up and moved tot he door of the bed and started to pull off the clothes I was wearing, my poor submissive boy just doesn’t know how to disobey. “I’ll show you you can.”

I stripped down to nothing and straddled his sitting form. I reached behind him freeing his hands front he simple knot, “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

He nodded, his eyes still teary, it was feeding my sadistic side, “such a perfect boy, being so submissive.” I praised him, his eyes closed as he gave a weak smile.

I pulled his head back.

I felt my abdomen aching at the desire to have him fill me up. I licked my top lip and looked down between us, his cock was pulsing, it was twitching, smacking against his abdomen every now and then. I took it in hand and started to guide it to my entrance, it took some time and stretching but I got it. Before I even got him to bottom ow he was whining and groaning out loud. His hips shoving up in a fast and sloppy pace, I bit my bottom lip watching his eyes force close as his mouth fell open in a silent scream. His thrusts were uneven, but so so hard, I tried to breath but it came out in sounding like stuffers with his his hips were bruising my thighs.

“You ready time come baby?” I asked and started to touch myself, he tired or open his eyes, but they were forced closed when I dropped all my weight on his hips stilling him and taking him all completely.

I watched as he struggled to swallow, the ache deep inside me was slowly fading away at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, trying to shove him out just to pull him back in. I moved my hips against him, his hips thrusting up immediately at the feeling of me pulling off of him. He let out a gasp as I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him further into the bed.

“Baby, I’d you wanna come, you ahve to be still.” The look of his eyes was almost painful, but he nodded.

“I will, please, please let me cum.” His begging was satisfying.

I let my hand drift down against San touched myself spreading my legs further, “Watch me get off on your cock and I might let you cum inside.” I winked at him, “every time you close your eyes, I’ll ahve to restart so you don’t miss anything.”

He nodded, “okay, I will, I promise, I’m a good boy.”

The tears in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and chest, his pulsing cock, his hands clenching the bed sheets, the way his abdomen muscles become more prominent from the flexing of wanting to force out an orgasm.

I felt a burning in my most sensitive area and put my fingers to work to relieve the tension I was feeling. I started to moan out and make shadow as I start to move how snapped down on Tenya’s cock making sure to keep eyes contact, I kept my eyes half lidded and mouth open, with pants and an occasional moan, I felt his cock tat itching inside me and I started to move my hips faster chasing my release, my thighs were burning, but it felt so good having him buried this deep inside, I started to bounce on his cock, he started to grunt and thrust his hips up again. I let him, I started to move my hips harder against his “fuck, Iida,” I gasped, “Your cock is so hard and hot.” I started to pant and move faster on his cock, the tears started to fall from him again as I felt him twitching inside me a lot more.

“Come on Baby, just thrust a little harder and I’ll let you come.” I said and propped myself up, I looked down at his cock and stopped my hips movement, I watched as his hips shoved up and his cock disappeared, I started to touch myself faster putting more pressure, I started to moan out his name and move my finger faster, I felt the burning sensation in my stomach building up, my thighs started to shake, and a strange feeling filling my legs and stomach, “Come one baby, make me cum.”

He nodded, “I will, I want to be your good boy.” His hips never stilled, and his hands never moved from the sheets, I could see his thigh muscles flexing, a slight falter form tiring himself out form thrusting from below.

I shoved my hips forwards and reached my free hand down to use the little clasp on the cock ring, “Cum inside for me baby.”

“Yes! I will! Please! Let me cull inside you! Just for you!” His submissive tone had my inside clenching tighter around him, I let it loose and immediately shoved my hips down on him leaving no space to move, I came feeling the liquid pour out, it made my inside feel like they were burning, it matched the feeling of my most sensitive areas neglected feeling, I shoved my thighs together and came screaming his name, even with no space between us he kept trying to thrust as he let out broken versions of my name leave his mouth.

I panted as he finally stilled breathing heavy and eyes closed.

I hummed mailing down at his tired face, his cock was still twitching and the squirts of his seed were still forcing their ways deeper into my cavern. I let out a few heavy breaths before laying down on his chest wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his bruised neck and chest.

“You really are a good boy Tenya.” I kissed the under side of his jaw, his breath still uneven.

“Only for you,” his eyes barely opened a she looked at me, I smiled and placed my hand on his jaw making him look at me as I kissed his lips one more time before I rested my head on his chest. A few minutes passed as his finally softened cock started to pull out, with a pop, I felt the hod seed start to deep out and pool at my tights that were still in straddling position.

I gave a slightly laugh and looked ya the boy was sleeping under me, “Such a good boy.”

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I had a better confession but Tumblr went “Thunk” and it didn’t save, I apologize. Also I remembered it was mutual masturbation after I finshed, so I apologize for that too 😓

But I hope you enjoy it! Also! I don’t think I’m to good at writing NSFW, this was my first try, I apologize! I’ll eh to do better!

Thank you for the request! Much love to everyone! Once again! I’m sorry it took long, but even more important!

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[goldenkamuyhunting]

just read ch. 272

and tsukishima is a whore that was a whore move (he is one of my absolute faves I'm just very upset with what he's done these recent chapters) boy's gotta make those braincells work a little!!! it's frustrating bc it feels like we were close to The Big Break from him and koito but no, they just went right back to where they were before and that makes me so very sad. this is kinda light-hearted, kinda serious I'm in a bit of a shock rn tbh I hope ur having a good day hdhdjdhsj sorry for rambling so much

Sadly...

..it was what we should ahve expect of him if he were placed in this situation. Tsukishima NEVER decided to leave Tsurumi’s side and so of course he would kill whoever were to oppose to Tsurumi.

From the backlash Tsukishima is receiving I get the feeling that after Tsukishima spared Tanigaki there was a part of the fandom who started to believe Tsukishima would never again attempt to harm one of the ‘good guys’.

So let’s look back a little at the whole scene with Tanigaki.

Tsukishima let Tanigaki live because Koito managed to persuade him this would be no harm to Tsurumi’s cause and would bring no gain to them.

It’s noteworthy back then Tsukishima has pointed the harm of letting Tanigaki go.

He had threaten Koito into saying faithful. If he were to let Tanigaki escape Koito could leave as well.

At this Koito said he wouldn’t leave, that even if they were to let Tanigaki go, he would still remain on Tsurumi’s side, albeith this time he wouldn’t do it blindly.

Long story short, both of them decided that, for the time, they were still aligned with Tsurumi. Koito though decided he would draw a line at how far he would go for Tsurumi.

I think the idea is that Koito refuses to harm someone for no good reason.

As in Tanigaki means no harm to their cause and letting him live would cause no harm so they should let him go.

The same though, wouldn’t apply if Tanigaki were to mean harm, for example siding with Hijikata. In that case killing him would be okay.

In fact we see they have no problems remaining behind a door in silence when Tsurumi psychologically tormented Asirpa and then attempted to strangle Sofia.

What Tsurumi is doing benefit their cause so they excuse it.

Who cares if Sofia dies, she’s a Russian revolutionary, she can die.

Who cares if Asirpa remains psychologically scarred and traumatized, she’s just a girl.

Their goal is more important, they’re expendable.

Then Ariko came in, trying to save Asirpa and even pointed his gun at Tsurumi and demanded the skins.

Of course they’ll side with Tsurumi, of course they’ll shoot to protect him because Ariko is a threat to their goal.

They had just heard Tsurumi’s cause is something they approve! Those aren’t the faces of who would betray Tsurumi, those are the faces of who would die for him and his goal.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Noda will have the light in Tsukishima’s eyes appear in this scene in the volume version.

Anyway they probably would have killed Ariko even without this revelation, because this was what was expected of them, but after this revelation... it was kind of a given.

I’ve hoped as well we won’t come to this... but this is the most logical development, as much as I hate it.

Anime and manga has deluded us into thinking that people can turn page easily, that Koito and Tsukishima could just leave Tsurumi because he’s a ‘big bad’.

But Tsurumi isn’t the ‘big bad’ from their perspective, he’s just a man fighting for their cause and they are soldiers, used to kill who oppose to their boss.

We love Ariko. We’re grief striken for Ariko.

But for them he’s just another enemy in the list of people they’ve killed for their goal. His life isn’t more relevant than the one of the guards they attacked and killed in Abashiri.

They are rebels.

They have lost sight of the fact the Army serves to protect people from foreign threats, not to pursue personal targets.

So the worst part of all this is that what Tsukishima did was predictable, it fit perfectly with his arc, with the kind of person Tsukishima is, a soldier, with how Tsukishima has ultimately agreed with Tsurumi’s goal.

And the light in his eyes is clearly not because he has murdered Ariko, no, I’m sure he had felt no joy in it, the light in his eyes is because he has finally found back his hope, his faith in his cause.

He’s among the many characters fighting for a place in which they can be, for happiness.

It’s Tsukishima. It could be anyone else, even Sugimoto killing Shiraishi should Shiraishi betray him, because Noda has said if this were to happen Sugimoto wouldn’t hesitate in killing Shiraishi and it would hurt, it would hurt even more but this is the kind of people we’re dealing with.

Although they aren’t monsters who enjoy killing, as some like to paint them, they don’t also hesitate to kill who gets in their way.

There’s no good here, there’s no people with high morals, even Asirpa said she would kill if it’s to protect Sugimoto and I really pray she would never get to that point.

This is a tale of our world, a tale were Ogata is completely right, everyone can kill everyone else PROVIDED THE RIGHT MOTIVATION.

Tsukishima, sadly, had the right motivation and did it and broke my heart and crushed my hope but it’s not that he went OOC, it’s that the story served him the right setting, when I was hoping the story would refrain to do so.

And a side of me is afraid, afraid because it’s clear Noda isn’t going to make things easy for my poor boys.

He’ll serve them on a silver platter situations that will push them to do terrible things. And I’m not sure any of them will manage to refuse taking a bite.

I’m sad, I’m heartbroken, Ariko was awesome because he managed to make the right choice despite how hard it was and he definitely didn’t deserve this, Ariko was a good person trying to do something good even when Shiraishi said they didn’t know if they could trust him, even if Ariko actually knew nobody trusted him. He did the right thing because it was the right thing, because he was the sort who would help people in need regardless.

Such a person deserved to live, I wanted him to live. We need people like him.

This though, mattered little to who killed him and that chose that pursuing their goal was THE RIGHT THING. And whoever got in the way had to die.

Selfishness versus selflessness.

GK world is cruel and I want to cry because it’s the same as ours, because our world too has plenty of people who would sacrifice someone like Ariko.

And this, this is the worst thing.

Sorry for the depressing answer and thank you for your ask.